What's Love Got to Do with It Page #4
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- Year:
- 1993
- 118 min
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told me about this new look...
- we got goin' on here?
- See, Ike...
I like it! I like this!
I mean, this is perfect.
We're gonna keep this in the act.
We gonna make it part
of the act from now on.
Now, we got 92 dates between
here and a good night's sleep.
- So y'all know what y'all
got to do, right? - Yes.
Look here, Anna Mae.
You did real good
out there tonight.
- Really, Ike?
- Yes, ma'am, you did real good.
Now I got this new song I'm writin'.
You keep singin' like you've been doin'...
and I might let you record it for me
when we get in the studio, all right?
How 'bout that?
You like that?
Baby, look like you put on
a few pounds there.
- Oh, well...
- Oh, wait, wait, wait.
Now, now, it's all right.
I like that. I like it when
you're healthy like that.
Stop!
Come on, little man.
Smile for your daddy. Come on.
You know what? Your daddy's rich
and your mama's good-looking.
Come on. Smile.
Come on, Craig.
Come on.
- Let the baby rest and the nurses too.
- Don't forget.
- You heard that first on WTEX.
- All right, doc.
Ike and Tina Turner with
"Fool in Love". Now our next...
I don't know even when y'all
got time to make that record.
"Ockateena"?
Who, who is that?
"Ike and Tina"!
Sounds like weddin' bells
to me, baby.
Yeah, girl. The man
gave you his name.
Tina! What kinda name is that?
Oh, what's the matter, baby?
Don't you like it?
Come on, it's like
"Sheena of the Jungle".
Gorgeous, sexy woman
on God's green earth!
Oh, sexy thing on
God's green earth!
Oh, go on, Ike.
Go on!
Hey, doc,
she lookin' kinda peaked.
What's wrong with her?
Well, she's quite ill.
- We're lookin' at a severe case of anemia.
- A who?
She needs rest, and
I'm not releasing her.
- Not for at least another three weeks.
- Oh, no, no, no, not now.
I got, I got a lot of dates
booked between here and then.
I got, San Antoine.
I got Austin.
No, no, Sam, we be talkin'
about a lot of money here.
This is very serious,
Mr. Turner.
All right, your man come
to take ya home now.
Come on. Sit up for me.
- Come on. Sit up for me.
- Ike?
Come on, Fross.
There ya go.
Now let Ike put his arm
around you. There ya go.
- Yeah, that's it.
- What happened to the baby?
Oh, Fross gots him.
Come on. Let's go.
Oh, what time is it?
Hey, little man, I got ya.
- Ike, ain't I supposed to stay?
- You all right, little man?
Now look here, darling. You're
supposed to stay with your man.
Who you gonna listen to?
Some doctor who don't know me from
Adam, don't know you from Eve?
Or you gonna listen to your man?
- But, Ike, are you sure?
- I'm sure.
But, no, wait.
Put me down.
Hold on, Anna Mae, hold on.
Look here, look here.
Come on, little Ann.
I can't wait no longer.
Now?
Yeah, we'll go down to Mexico
and get it done in a few hours.
No, I can't take
my baby to Mexico.
Wait, now hold on, now.
Alline's downstairs in the car, hon.
Your mama can look after
the baby while we're gone.
We'll go to Mexico,
get it done in a few hours...
- and then we off to New York City.
- New York?
What's in New York?
We are, baby. You and me.
Ike and Tina.
There's somethin' on my mind
Won't somebody please
tell me what is wrong
- Ike...
- You're just a fool
You know you're in love
What you say
- Yes, sir! You hear that, Fross?
- Yeah, congratulations.
Look here. I'm a married man.
Come on. Let's get outta here.
- Darlin'
- Yes, Tina
It's time to get next to me
Honey, that was my plan
from the very beginning
Darlin'
I never thought that this could be
- What do you mean?
Oh, yeah
- Come on, man! Let's go.
Your lips set my soul on fire
And you can feel
my one desire
- Oh, darlin'
- Yes, yes
I think it's gonna work out fine
It's gonna work out fine
I wanna tell you
something, Ike.
Ikey
I've been to see
the preacher man
The preacher man?
Why, you must be losin' your mind
- I started
- Started what
I started makin'
wedding plans
- Oh, really,
- Oh, yeah
If your love is half as true
As the love I offer you
- Oh, darlin'
- Yes, yes
I think it's gonna
work out fine
It's gonna work out fine
I keep on tellin' you
I think it's gonna
work out fine
Oh, I can feel it's gonna
I feel it's gonna work out
I want ya to know it's gonna
I know it's gonna
work out fine
Oh, I can feel it's gonna
I feel it's gonna work out
I want ya to know
it's gonna
I know it's gonna
work out fine
I know it's gonna
work out fine
Girl, you look like
I felt last night.
Go on and drink that.
You'll feel better.
- Thanks, Jackie.
- Come on. Give me the baby. Come on.
Come on, precious.
They don't never give a n*gger no ink!
If I was one of them...
one of them Ofays, I'd... I'd be
number one with a bullet by now.
No, no, I got to murder somebody
before I can get some ink.
Jackie, check on the girls.
You tell Leanne...
if she miss a step tonight,
she be fryin' fish tomorrow, hear?
Hey, Ann, why ain't you dressed yet?
The show fixin' to start.
Ike, I'm tired.
What you talkin' about, you tired?
You can't be tired.
Not tonight, now. I got too
much ridin' on tonight.
No, it's not me, Ike.
It's my throat.
I mean, suppose I go out there,
and don't nothin' come out?
Look, Ann, I don't know
what you talkin' about,
but you can't do this
tonight, not tonight.
I got too much ridin' on this,
all right? Now, come on.
Oh, Ike, I'm really exhausted.
I mean, it's all happenin'
too fast, you know?
The baby, and, and the road...
and the whole thing.
I just, just need a rest.
All right now, but look now,
you got to understand if we don't
get out on that stage tonight...
we don't get paid, ya hear?
- Now, if we don't get paid, we don't eat.
- What about me?
What about the band?
Well, you talkin' about the baby...
and the road and, and, and
it's all happenin' too fast.
Ann, you got more excuses
than a n*gger goin' to jail.
You got too many excuses, woman.
And this here's about
business right here.
"Ike and Tina Turner"...
and the people out there
are waitin' on me,
and you layin' up here
talkin' about you tired.
Now, what you wanna do?
You wanna take care of business,
or you lookin' for a way out?
Oh, I see, you wanna,
like all them other suckers
I done made famous.
- That's not what I meant.
- Well, what you talkin' about then, Ann?
Now, we're here. We're at the place
I've been tryin' to get to my whole life.
We got the right song at the
right place at the right time!
Now, I need you to get out
on that stage right now.
I'm sorry, Ike.
Yeah, you sorry.
The sorriest motherf***er
I ever seen.
Here, I'm supposed to do a show tonight,
and you done f***ed up my head for that.
It's supposed to be the greatest night of
my career, and you done f***ed that up.
Yeah, you're a sorry
motherf***er, all right.
And now, from St. Louis,
Ike and Tina Turner...
singin' their new song,
"Fool in Love".
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