What's Love Got to Do with It Page #2

Gee whiz!

And when they spin that record, baby

You know it makes me think of...

I love you, Ike!

- Come on. Pass it up!

- That's not gonna help me.

Come on now. Must be somebody

out there who'll sing tonight.

Come on, baby!

Come on. You ain't deaf.

Bring the microphone.

Here!

- She's a nobody.

- Here, here, here!

- Stacy. Here, right here.

- What you want, girl?

Right here. Give it to my sister.

Give it to Anna Mae.

Go on, Anna Mae.

Girl, go on now.

You've been practicin'

in the bathroom enough!

Go on. That's right.

know you love me, baby

But you never tell me so

I know you love me, baby

But you never tell me so

If you don't tell me

you love me

I'm gonna pack my rags and go

- Baby!

- Girl!

Oh, I live on the street

from the jukebox, baby

All night long

they play the blues

I live across the street

from the jukebox, baby

All night long

they play the blues

Every time they

spin that record

Honey, it makes me think of you

And there's just one thing

in particular, baby

Always sticks in my mind

Yes, one little song

in particular, baby

Always sticks in my mind

And every time

they play it, baby

I start right in to cry

Oh, please

don't leave me, baby

Yeah!

That girl can sing!

Whoo, Lord, give it to her!

- It was really good!

- Do you want a refill?

- White people eat here?

- Yeah.

Spider, get going.

Where'd Spider go?

Oh, I sent him to get

me some cigarettes.

Oh, yeah?

What's wrong? Ain't you never

been in a restaurant before?

- Of course!

- Coffee?

That's all right. That's all right.

Forget it.

Here you are, miss.

Thank you.

I thought you ran out of smokes.

- Yeah, well...

- Here's your silverware.

Ready to order?

Look here, I'm gonna have the

steak and eggs, over easy.

And, be sure to get

whatever you want, hear?

- Miss?

- Could I have a steak?

Okay.

Anna Mae!

Girl, you shocked

the hell out of me.

Where a little woman like you

get such a big voice?

You had them folks

tore down in there, like...

let me put it to you this way.

See, it's like you sang like a man.

I mean, you all woman. You all woman.

Any man can see that, but...

girl, it's like you got your own

particular way of gettin' a song out ya.

It's unique. You got

your own unique sound.

See, that's what sells records.

Whoo, you got a flair.

Oh, yeah, you definitely

got a flair, now.

Do you have a... a flair?

A flair? Yes, I do.

Matter of fact, I got a flair

for writin' songs, and...

I also have a flair for

makin' singers famous.

- What do you mean?

- The people that's come up with me...

folks that sang in my revue,

lot of 'em went on to be big time.

After they with me, they'd,

you know, they'd take off.

But that's all right, though. That's

all right. That's all fixin' to change.

- Steak.

- I got a new singer in mind.

Oh, yeah? He good?

Oh, yes, indeed.

She is real good.

Matter of fact, she's very good.

He say he want me

to be his new singer.

What's she talkin' about now?

He told you that?

- Who?

- Ike, mama! Ike Turner!

And he gave you his address

to come around and rehearse...

- Oh, Lord!

- What's a Ike Turner?

Anna Mae, get your gullible

country ass out of the clouds.

He does that to all the girls.

That's his line.

You know what I'm sayin'?

Alline, how come this

string of pearls is shorter?

Did you cut off my pearls, girl?

This is tighter around my neck.

Maybe it's all them

chitlins you ate.

- Don't get smart with me, miss Alline.

- What?

Who is that in

a red convertible?

Red convertible?

Mornin'. May I speak

to your mother, please?

- My mother?

- Anna Mae Bullock's mother...

Mrs. Bullock,

does she live here?

- I'm her mother.

- This is Anna Mae's mother!

Y'all believe that?

- I can't believe that.

- No.

My goodness! What's a fine young thing

like you doin' with two grown daughters?

Hey, miss Alline.

- How can I help you, Mr...

- Turner. Ike Turner.

The Kings of Rhythm. We play

down at the Club Royal every...

Listen, Mrs. Bullock,

Anna Mae sang at the club last night.

- She knocked everybody out.

- Oh, sure did.

Mr. Turner say

I got a flair, mama.

- The kind that would sell records.

- Mama, Anna Mae can sing.

I didn't pay for Anna Mae

to come all the way up here...

from Nutbush, Tennessee, to be

wastin' time with a bunch of musicians.

Well, wait a minute, mama.

It wasn't like that. Anna Mae...

- Alline, take Anna Mae in the back.

- But, mama...

Yes, ma'am.

- Come on, Anna Mae.

- Go on, girl.

Mr. Turner, I don't know

what you had in mind, but...

this little girl's

gonna be a nurse...

and bring a steady

paycheck in this house.

Yes, ma'am, but, Miss Bullock...

did you ever see a nurse drivin'

an automobile as fine as mine?

Me, neither. May I?

Now, look here, if you

let Anna Mae work with me...

I guarantee you she'll be

makin' big money in no time.

You tellin' me

Anna Mae sing that good?

Put it like this: I could get anybody

in St. Louis to sing in my band,

but I want her.

Think about it. Let her

come to a few rehearsals.

Let me work with her.

You're welcome to sit in if you like.

You have my word as a gentleman

she'll be under my protection.

You know, I noticed my boys...

crushed some of your flowers

accidentally outside.

That should cover the damages.

We'll be expectin' her

around 7:
00 this evening.

It's been a pleasure

meeting you, Miss Bullock, and...

you have a nice day.

Make me over

Make me nice

And when I'm done

Oh, I wanna be right

I wanna be made of...

Anna Mae, you're gonna have to

sing rougher. You hear me?

Rougher! From here.

Okay? All right.

We gonna take it from the top.

Here we go.

And one, two, three, and...

I'm talkin' to the priest

Rougher, Anna Mae.

The high priest

Come on. Rougher.

And everybody out there

in the universe

If what I'm sayin' is wrong...

I don't understand what

you mean by "rougher".

Tell me what to say.

What's "rougher" mean?

Sing.

'Cause I wanna be made over.

Now you got that girl

screamin' like a maniac.

Yes, ma'am.

Keep singin', Anna Mae.

That don't make

no sense to me.

Look here. That's what sells

records, Mrs. Bullock.

Look, do you want a drink?

Yeah, I want a drink,

but I wanna watch this rehearsal.

Keep singin'.

Come on. I'll get you a drink

in the back. Come on, Alline.

- Come on. I'll get you a drink.

- I wanna watch this rehearsal.

Give me a liniment

and wash me clean

Make me over

Make me nice

And when I'm done

Oh, I wanna be right

Hey, Lord, make me over

I wanna be made over

Hey, Lord, make me over

I wanna be made over

Make me over

I wanna be made over

- All right, girl. From here.

I wanna go places

- Oh, let me hear it.

Oh, I wanna do some things

- Yeah!

I wanna be a star

Oh, I wanna have a big name

And in my heart

let beauty reign

And when I'm done

Oh, I wanna have fame

Oh, Lord, make me over

I wanna be made over

- Lets go, baby.

Oh, Lord, make me over

- All right! Go ahead, Anna.

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