Miles Ahead Page #5

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if I hadn't just walked in with him, right?

You trying to hustle me, Justin?

- No...

- Forget this kid, Miles.

He's a crook.

You are a f***ing crook, Justin.

F*** you.

Look, this is the price, Mr. Davis.

You've got to be kidding.

What have you got?

What have you got of his here?

What have you got? You've got, here,

Sketches of Spain, Birth of the Cool.

How many times

have you got laid to this man's music?

No offense, Tami.

And now you're shystering him?

I'm not shystering you, Mr. Davis.

Which one does he play, Tami?

I like that one a lot.

Look. This is fine.

I'll give you an eighth.

Oh, boy, you're still stupid.

"Give him an eighth."

Go get me a f***ing pen.

Sh*t...

F***in' A, man, you kidding me?

Nah.

Just do a couple for him, Miles.

No, I don't do that.

Right. Forget it.

That was stupid. Let's go.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Look, look.

Hold on.

I'm sorry, okay?

Look, I'd go apeshit if you'd sign

just a couple of these for me.

You do that,

it'll cover what you're short.

- For the quarter, right?

- Yeah, for the quarter.

What do you think I'm saying, jerk?

This is old sh*t.

Man, I've cut like 15 records since these.

Yeah, but this is the stuff people dig.

This one's mine.

And up.

What's that move called?

Attitude.

Attitude. Really? Okay.

And I'm up there, forever.

Yeah.

It's kind of... I mean, I feel like

I'm almost falling the whole time.

And then that's when that...

That thing happens.

Yeah. Right.

Right.

So, it's the same.

It's the same?

Yes, it is.

You know what I mean?

When it's... When it's just right there.

And you're holding them right there

in the palm of your hand.

And you don't breathe.

They don't breathe.

And you're just...

You're just holding them.

And then...

We fly.

Miles?

Come here, silly.

What's wrong with you?

A**hole!

Keys.

Come on, Miles.

I just scored you f***ing coke.

Give me an hour. Give me half

an hour so I can do this right.

I don't want to have to

write about all that other sh*t,

the gun and the drugs and stuff.

What's wrong with that?

Nothing. I want to write about the music.

Look, man, don't worry about none of that.

Okay? Here's the type of sh*t

you're going to do for me.

Fill the tank. Go get me catfish...

Miles!

Hey, baby!

- Hey!

- What the f*** is going on, Janice?

- It's Tuesday.

- So what?

Don't you remember? You told me that

I could have a party here on Tuesday.

I ain't talked to you in forever.

When I say that?

You know, weeks ago.

You always pulling this bullshit, Janice.

How the f*** you get in anyway?

Remember the key you hid

in your drawer that time?

Move, motherf***er.

Move!

Miles Davis!

Good to meet you again, my man.

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