Nina Page #2

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I want a drink, not that.

All right, well I'll

just leave it here.

No, take it with you.

Pills.

Don't want them.

Make

sure you eat first!

I'll eat.

But I'm not gonna

take the drugs.

I don't like the way

they make me feel, baby.

They stabilize you.

I don't wanna be stabilized.

I wanna feel free, really free.

You can understand that.

Yeah I do, Nina.

I do.

All right.

All right.

Nina.

What?

You have a daughter, right?

From your first marriage?

Yes I do.

Where is she?

She's in New York.

She's grown now.

Test.

This song is inspired by

the most talented,

elegant playwright,

miss Lorraine "raisin

in the sun" Hansberry.

My muse, my

inspiration, my friend.

Baby, I wrote it for you.

No, you wrote it

because you had to.

Yes.

Come here.

Hello?

This is Henri Edwards,

I'm Nina's manager.

Oh, hey.

I got

an offer from a club

in Paris for next Friday.

It'll pay a lot of money,

so make sure she's ready.

She's not in any

condition yet to perform.

She's drinking, not

taking her medication.

Very volatile.

Know that,

that's what she is.

She's a f***ed up

alcoholic drug addict,

but people will still

pay money to see her.

I'll fax you the details, huh?

Make sure you get her there.

This f***ing manager

hands me a set list.

14 songs, I have to play

five, maybe six songs,

14 would take us

an hour and a half,

maybe even two, but it's

f***ing Nina Simone, man.

I'm not gonna show this to her

because she will

actually kill me.

You know what, you

show it to her.

Just f***ing do something, ,

I really do wish you good luck

'cause you're gonna

f***ing need it.

Sh*t.

This is for you?

Hi, Mr. Edwards, I'm Clifton,

Nina's assistant.

- Hi.

- Is Nina ready?

It's the playlist.

What?

It's too long for Nina.

She's acting up again?

The band isn't happy either.

If they're not happy...

She'll be fine.

No, she won't.

Listen, if she cannot perform

an hour half, it's on you.

She's been performing

for 20 years.

She can do 10 songs.

It's 14, it's 14 songs.

Clifton, is that your name?

Yeah.

Don't even pretend you have

the balls to stand up to me.

Or to her.

You take the playlist,

you put it on the piano,

you put her

in front of the piano,

you tell the band

to shut the f*** up.

What you don't understand

is she needs this gig.

Don't blow it for her.

Okay?

Nina!

- What are you doing?!

- Talk now, motherf***er!

My time here is over!

It's all f***ing done!

Singing to corpses!

What are you looking at?!

Talk now, motherfuckers!

You okay?

Thanks for taking your meds.

What happened, Nina?

Why are you here

and not in America?

Why do you keep your

money under your mattress

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