The Five Heartbeats Page #3

That's not the question.

Tonight could be our big break.

I don't want to chance it.

We don't have nothing

to worry about.

My cousin loves us,

and tonight he's the M.C.

Yeah, that's right.

So you talk to your cousin.

Cookie, I want you

to bring some of your

girlfriends tonight.

You know what to do.

Cool.

This is amateur night.

We now continue our show,

and the next group is

a very, very exciting group.

Bird and the Midnight Falcons.

Please.

(Singing)

- Bird!

- Bird!

Listen, we got nothing

to worry about.

The group that's

on now... they're good,

but they don't stand

a chance with us.

That's what I want to hear.

Fellas, you guys are on next,

and, uh, we have one

new house policy.

The house piano player plays

for all the groups.

We didn't rehearse

with anybody.

He doesn't know the song.

Duck, I'll take care of it.

Now, come here, buddy.

Our piano player is going to play.

Let me talk to the manager, because my

boys have worked long and hard for this.

They've come too far

to get hit by some house rule...

Get off my back!

I didn't make the house rules!

We can either deal with this

or walk.

Man, we couldn't

prove nothing by walking.

This ain't fair.

(Continues)

(Continues)

(Ends)

Bird and the Midnight Falcons.

Now, folks,

this next group coming on

told me they are better

than Bird and the Midnight Falcons

and the Temptations

all put together.

- Boo!

- Boo!

I know. I know. I know.

But we shall see.

Ladies and gentlemen,

a nice round of applause for...

the Five Heartbeats.

- Boo!

- Boo!

- Boo!

- Boo!

Boo!

Boo!

Boo!

(Singing)

Pick it up.

He ain't nobody!

(Pianist Plays Sour Notes)

Go home!

(Continues)

All right, step aside.

Nobody's allowed onstage

during a performance.

You get out of my way.

Are you deaf or just dumb?

You heard the man.

Hold my cane.

Step outside. I'll kick both of you's

ass like you stole somethin'.

Now, come on, Sarge.

It ain't worth it.

Come on, Duck.

Do the steps with me.

No,J.T.

It's my music.

It's my music.

- Boo!

- Boo!

(Pianist Plays Sour Notes)

(Continues)

Get down!

Come on, Eddie!

Sing the song, boy!

Yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah!

Duck, y'all, let's do it

like we did in the tunnel.

(Continues)

(Ends)

(Singing)

(Ends)

j.T., let's do shy brother.

Where?

4:
00.

Yeah, all right. I can do it.

Congratulations, guys.

The show was on the money.

- Thanks, man.

- Oh, man, thanks.

Thanks.

Girl Scouts...

great show.

Dresser.

Thanks, Sarge.

I got to go now.

How do you fgure

an old man like that

gets that kind of action?

Excuse me.

I don't mean to interrupt,

but my boss wants to meet you guys.

This is Mr. Big Red Davis

of Big Red Records.

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