Born to Be Blue Page #4

- And from the Hollywood,

a dramatic U-turn.

The studio is now shelving

the Chet Baker movie,

which was meant to launch

the recently paroled

jazz legends comeback.

- They haven't called me.

They can't shelve the movie

that quickly.

- That was no stranger.

That was Chefs dealer.

Do you think

the studio's gonna have

anything to do with this?

Just wake up.

- Okay, wait,

somebody must be able to help.

I mean, somehow-

- How many people have called?

How many people

have come to visit?

We're all here.

This is everybody.

And I'm leaving.

I've looked after you

for 13 years, Chet.

But I'm-I'm done.

- This is such a mess.

- How long have you known him?

- Five weeks.

. Okay"

Get clean, Chet.

- [sighs]

[waves crashing]

[gentle instrumental music]

II:

' [groans]

- I spoke to your

parole officer,

who says you'll be starting

methadone treatment,

so unfortunately I can't

prescribe any pain medication.

Just hang in there.

And avoid any stress

to your mouth, okay?

[blowing trumpet]

[audience applauding]

[whistles and applause]

- How'd we do? Good?

- You were brilliant, Chettie.

Sensational!

- It was pretty f***ing good.

Where's Elaine, huh?

- Amazing!

Ah, Elaine,

did you hear that? Huh?

- Come on.

Miles asked to see you.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Chettie, Miles!

- Go on.

- Uh, Chetjust Wanted to

say hi before your set, Miles.

- This is Elaine.

- How you doing?

- Hi.

- You dig the show?

- It was nice. Yeah.

A lot of pretty faces.

It was, um, sweet...

like candy.

Must be real hard posing

for all these pretty pictures.

- I'm just trying

to sell records, right'?

- Right.

Let me tell you something.

I never trust a cat...

let loot or love

affect his art.

You think them silly

white girls out there

understand a lick about jazz'?

- He's number one

in the polls, Miles.

- [laughs]

Is this your great white hope,

sweetheart?

Standing right here?

Is this it?

You want some advice, Baker?

Go back home to the beach, man.

This ain't the place for you.

Come back

when you've lived a little.

[breathes deeply]

[exhales]

[jazzy bass music]

II:

[violin music]

- Hello, fear.

- Hello, fear.

- Hello, death.

- Hello, death.

- F*** you.

- F*** you.

[lively jazz music]

II:

II:

[music slows]

[violin music]

[slowing jazz music]

II:

[footsteps approaching]

[door opens]

- Hey, Chet. You home?

You left the door open.

I didn't get the job,

so don't ask.

What did you do?

Oh, oh.

Oh, what did you do?

Come on, Chet.

Wake up. Wake up.

Come on, Chet.

[sobs]

Come on. Come on.

[banging]

- Why did you wake me up?

- [breathing heavily]

Hey, hey.

What?

- So you're gonna kill yourself

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