Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story Page #7

Dewey? Can we just enjoy

our Thanksgiving dinner?

You think you're so great

sitting there all drugged up...

...on your trampoline.

You're the black sheep

of this family.

You call yourself a Cox.

Until you get right with Jesus...

...you'll never be nothing

but a big, black Cox.

Nothing I do will ever please you,

will it?

We're both Cox, Pa.

Both of us are Cox.

I've got 137 musicians

waiting on me.

You'll have to excuse me.

Dewey, watch the turkey.

I wasn't dreaming

Barely awake

Off to the grinder we stroll

This is not a good song.

It's like five songs on top

of each other at the same time.

Not even a song.

It's some kind of concerto.

Just let him work it out.

Masterpieces take time.

Do you hear that?

That goat's been singing...

...more than I am on this damn song.

Well?

That was beautiful, Dewey.

It was perfection.

Yeah, even the goat was perfect.

Yeah, the goat was good.

Were the strings tangy enough?

Oh, they were tangy.

They were very tangy.

Unbelievably tangy.

No, guys, the strings were not tangy!

They were salty!

Am I crazy?

Let's do one more time.

Okay, strings, lean into it.

I want it really tangy this time.

Now, Mike, you're flatting.

Bushmen, make it sound like

you're in the f***ing bush, okay?

Back off the goat

on the second pre-chorus.

I wanna hear his heart, not his soul.

Sam, go back to that thing you did

yesterday on the bridge.

- What did I do?

- It sounded like velvet pancakes.

- Yeah, right.

- Okay, everybody, one more time.

What on earth is a velvet pancake?

It's the LSD.

I think it's having an effect on him.

From the top of the overture.

Slate it.

"Black Sheep," take 112.

One, and a two,

and a five, six, seven, eight.

I just close my eyes

When I fantasize

Much to my surprise

I'm only half the size

That I used to be

Bye-bye, white brother

This black sheep gotta roll

It's on the beat!

I just open up

Like a catacomb

Though my heart is half

From the half-F tone

That tickles.

Bye-bye, pastures of plenty

I don't know where I will

- Roam

- Black sheep, black sheep

Like that, with some urgency.

Not, "I'm in the yard.

I wanna go outside."

Like, "I'm about to die." Like that.

The blade has been swung

Black sheep, black sheep

All right? Here we go.

Push. Push, baby, push.

- Are we recording this?

- No.

Well, we should be. Get a microphone.

Push, baby.

Push.

Push! Push!

I'm losin' my fleece from tryin'

I'm losin' no sleep

I'm dyin'

Why shouldn't I keep from cryin'?

Cryin'

I'm losin' my fleece from tryin'

I'm losin' no sleep

I'm dyin'

Why shouldn't I keep from cry...?

It's still not finished yet.

I'm hearing more

aboriginal percussionists.

And I want an army of didgeridoos.

Fifty thousand didgeridoos!

Folks, can we have a moment

with Dewey?

What the hell are these songs about?

You're singing about

cutting people in half...

I'm working something out.

It's called a metaphor.

Well, what are you working out?

It's secret.

That's why it's called metaphor.

That's what metaphor means. Secret.

I just don't see why you gotta

throw away the recipe, is all.

Why don't we just go in there, lay down

some tracks like we always done?

Yeah, why can't we just walk hard?

What do we need

all these people for?

I don't need people around me

stifling me.

So if you don't like it,

there's the door.

Dewey?

Are you saying

you don't need us no more?

Not unless you can open your mind

and learn to play the f***ing theremin.

F*** you, Dewey!

Yeah, f*** you, Dewey.

In 20 years not once have you

thrown a woman my way.

You don't think we like

cheating on our wives too?

And you never once paid for drugs.

Not once!

You pay that chimp

more than you pay us.

I had to borrow from the chimp

to get a mortgage on my house.

And those stupid Siamese glass cats

you get us every year for Christmas.

I don't want any more

Siamese glass cats!

The Siamese cat is a symbol of nobility

in ancient Egypt.

F*** nobility!

F*** ancient Egypt.

F*** cats!

And you never paid for drugs.

Not once.

You slept with my wife.

You slept with me too!

And I've had confused feelings

about that for 10 years now!

And you never once paid for drugs.

Not once.

You're on your own, Dewey Cox.

We're leaving.

Well, I guess this is the end of

a chapter in your life, Dewey Cox.

What's happened to you,

Dewey Cox?

Stay out of this, Darlene!

You're driving away the people

who love you most!

I don't need anybody, Darlene.

All I need is my music.

This ain't about your music, Dewey.

It's about the drugs.

Honey, I told you

I'm gonna quit again.

As soon as the record's done.

Whenever that is.

Look, you can't rush a masterpiece.

You need to take a break. You need

to clean yourself up, otherwise...

Otherwise what?

Otherwise I can't be married

to you no more.

I know you don't mean that.

I believe you know that I do.

Okay.

- Okay?

- Okay.

You'll take a break?

I will take a break.

And you'll quit the drugs?

And I will quit the drugs.

Dewey!

Oh, baby. I've been praying

about this day for so long.

- What did you just put in your mouth?

- Gum.

- You ain't chewing no gum.

- Candy?

- What did you put in your mouth?

- It's PCP.

Oh, you just said...!

I'm going to town!

Get out of the road, you jerk!

Hey!

Hey! What's going on?

There he is!

Dewey! Get off that building!

It's inappropriate!

Dewey Cox, you give me no choice.

It breaks my heart,

but I'm leaving you.

I'm Zeus!

No mortal can stop me! I'm Zeus!

- Rehab?

- Rehab.

Nate!

Nate?

This is what I'd look like

if I'd grown up...

...and perhaps hadn't been murdered,

or whatever.

I just came to tell you

you need to get your sh*t together!

I know.

I've fallen again.

Listen to yourself.

Whining like a little b*tch.

If I was alive right now, I'd be the

f***ing president of the United States.

I'd be on the moon, walking around

looking for aliens to kill.

- What?

- You know why Dad liked me better?

Because I was better than you.

When I played the piano,

I was f***ing awesome.

Well, you think

it's been easy for me?

Since you're gone

I got no sense of smell.

Oh, you got no sense of smell?

You can't smell anything?

You can't smell anything?

I got no sense of having legs,

Dewey!

I have no life!

I'm dead because somebody...

...I'm not gonna point out

names right now...

...decided to murder me

with a machete.

- Nate.

- I can't even smell, touch, feel.

I can't even masturbate. You ever try

to jerk off with a ghost hand? Nothing!

I'm just trying to say

you need to fix this sh*t.

You need to get out of that bathtub.

Start writing songs again.

Is he almost done

thinking about his life?

He just reached the '70s.

Schwartzy, I don't know. I don't know.

I don't know what's going on with me.

I got the song block.

Song block.

I don't need to write any new songs.

I'll just do my old ones. We'll do

a oldies tour. I'll do "Walk Hard."

Dewey, "Walk Hard"

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