What's Love Got to Do with It Page #7

No, Ike, Ike, Ike. Leave...

- No, leave her alone, Ike.

- Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!

- Come on! Come on, b*tch!

- Sucker! F*** you, you motherf***er!

- Come on. Get up. Come on.

- F*** you, Ike!

I'm outta here, Ike! F*** you, Ike.

I'm outta here.

I'm all right.

- You ain't gotta hit me but once!

- Jackie, it's all right.

It's not all right to let some

motherf***er pound on you!

If you had any sense,

you'd get out of here too.

If you had any sense, you'd

get the f*** out of here.

Come on!

Kiss my ass!

You a dead woman if you stay here.

And don't let me catch you

around my house either!

Come on. Sit down,

eat some cake, Anna Mae.

What the f*** y'all lookin' at?

Y'all just mind your

own goddamn business.

Hey, somebody come in here

and clean this sh*t up, please!

Goddamn, Fross.

This cake good.

Anna Mae, come on.

This cake real good.

Anna Mae, just take

the cake, please.

Where you goin'?

To the bathroom.

Ike Junior.

Come on. Wake up.

Michael? Wake up. Come on. Hurry.

Go with your brother. Come on!

Hey, ma! Oh, it's so good

to hear your voice.

Oh, yeah, they're great.

Ma? I need to ask you

a huge favour.

Yeah, well, I need

to come stay with you.

Ma, why you wake us up?

Come here. Come here.

Hurry.

Yeah, well...

what?

- Can we have some breakfast?

- . Over there.

- When'd you talk to him?

- Ma, where's dad?

When he what?

Ike bought you a house?

Jesus. Jesus!

Ma? Ma, I'm comin' to see you,

all right? Put this on.

Ma? I'm gettin' on a bus.

Do me a favour, please, ma.

- Don't tell Ike. Please.

- Where we goin'?

All right, help me.

Hurry.

This little light of mine

I'm gonna let it shine

This little light of mine

I'm gonna let it shine

Hello.

Hello, Ike.

Okay. Sorry.

All right.

Ooohh.

- Doughnuts?

- Fifty cents.

Keep the change.

Thank you.

Here we go.

- Michael! How long do we have, sir?

- About five minutes.

Ike Junior!

Ike Junior and Craig!

No! Ike!

Don't get in the car!

Get outta the car!

Come on, boys! No!

I ain't got time for

this foolishness now, Ann.

You gonna get in or you

gonna stay here?

You're crazy!

You better get your ass in

this car, woman. You hear me?

Get outta the car!

I been lookin' all

over the place for you.

Don't nobody know where

you at. I'm callin' your mama.

Jackie don't know

where you're at.

Get in the car! You know, they... they

lock people up for kidnappin' their kids.

Get in the car.

Get in the car.

All right. Sorry to keep

you all waiting. Are you ready?

- Yeah!

- Come on!

We have a special, special treat.

For the first time in London...

the fantabulous duo,

Ike and Tina Turner!

You know...

every now and then, I think you might

like to hear something from us...

nice and easy.

But there's just one thing.

You see, we never, ever do nothin'...

nice and easy.

We always do it nice...

and rough.

But we'll take the beginning

of the song and do it...

easy.

But then we gonna

do the finish rough.

That's the way we do

Creedence Clearwater's...

"Proud Mary".

And we're rollin'

Rollin'

Rollin' on the river

Listen to the song now.

- Left a good job in the city

- Down in the city

Workin' for the man

every night and day

- And I never lost

- But I never lost

One minute of sleepin'

I was worried 'bout the way

the thing might have been

- You know the

- Big wheel keep on turnin'

Proud Mary keep on burnin'

- And we're rollin'

- Rollin'

- Rollin', yeah

- Rollin'

Rollin' on the river

Rollin' on the river

- Say we're rollin'

- Rollin'

- Rollin', yeah

- Rollin'

Rollin' on the river

Rollin' on the river

Oh, I left a good job

in the city

Workin' for the man

every night and day

And I never lost

one minute of sleepin'

Worryin' 'bout the way

things might have been

Big wheel keep on turnin'

- Proud Mary keep on burnin'

- Burnin'

Rollin', rollin'

Rollin' on the river

Rollin', rollin'

rollin' on the river

All right!

Oh, I cleaned a lot of plates

in Memphis, y'all

And I pumped a lot of tane

down in New Orleans

But I never saw

the good side of a city

Till I hitched a ride

on the riverboat queen

- Big wheel keep on turnin'

- Turnin'

- Proud Mary keep on burnin'

- Burnin'

We're rollin', rollin'

Rollin' on the river

Rollin', rollin'

Rollin' on the river

Yeah

All right

Whoo, yeah, yeah, yeah

yeah, yeah, yeah

If you come down

to the river

Oh, I bet you gonna find

some people who live

You don't have to worry

if you got no money

People on the river

are happy to give

- Big wheel keep on turnin'

- Turnin'

- Proud Mary keep on burnin'

- Burnin'

Rollin', rollin'

Rollin' on the river

Rollin', rollin'

We're rollin' on the river

Give up

Shake that tail feather!

Tina! Tina! Tina! Tina!

Tina! Tina! Tina! Tina!

Tina! Tina! Tina! Tina!

Tina! Tina! Tina! Tina!

Tina! Tina! Tina! Tina!

Tina! Tina! Tina! Tina!

A church house, gin house

School house, outhouse

On highway number 19

The people keep

the city clean

They call it Nutbush

Oh, Nutbush

They call it

Nutbush city limits

Nutbush City

Goddamn, Ann, what the f***

you doin' in there?

That ain't what you supposed to sing.

Now you know better than that.

You know you got to sing this motherf***er

the way I told you to, right?

Goddamn, Ann. How many

motherfuckin' times I got to tell you?

If you gonna sing the song, you got to sing

this motherf***er. You dig what I'm sayin'?

I wanna feel this motherfuckin'

song through my skin.

You got to get up. I want you

to get up from way in here.

You better put some stink

on this motherf***er.

You better sing this

motherf***er...

like your life depended on it,

you understand me?

All right. All right, all right. All right.

Come on, Ike. Come on. Come on.

Damn! How many motherfuckin'

times I got to tell the b*tch?

A church house, gin house

School house, outhouse

On highway number 19

The people keep the city clean

They call it Nutbush

Oh, Nutbush

They call it

Nutbush city limit

Look, Ann, what the f*** was that?

What's the problem here?

What, you done forgot the words?

Of course I can remember

the words, Ike. I wrote it!

Yeah, you wrote a motherfuckin' song,

and now you can't even

remember the goddamn words?

- I mean, what the f*** you doin'?

- Later, man.

Yeah, all right, now. Look, ain't

nobody gonna buy this motherf***er...

unless you sing this motherf***er

the way I know you can sing it, Ann.

I'm tryin' to help, Ike,

all right?

Tryin' to help Ike?

You tryin' to help Ike?

I ain't the motherf***er that need help?

You the one that needs some help!

What y'all think

about this song?

- Nah, nah.

- It ain't cool.

It ain't cool till I say it's cool.

This is Ike and Tina.

And you gonna sing

like I tell you to sing.

You gonna sing this motherf***er

till you get it right,

you understand me?

Come on, y'all.

We need some privacy.

- All right, come on.

- Get these people out of here.

- Come on. Get the f*** out.

- Come on. Let's go.

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