Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story Page #3

about that music?

But it's my dream, baby.

I am tired of hearing about

your dreams, Dewey Cox.

You are a selfish dickhole.

Daddy said if we move home, he could

give you a job at the slaughterhouse.

You can make an honest living.

Wouldn't have to hang your head in

shame, walking around like a failure.

I think I'm doing okay for a 15-year-old

with a wife and a baby.

But, sweetheart...

...I thought you liked working

at the slaughterhouse for my daddy.

I did.

You got a real talent for this, boy.

Someday this is all gonna be yours.

It's just, as much as I loved it, Edith,

I want more than that.

Ain't no musician ever made

no money, Dewey.

What? Of course they do.

Plenty of them do.

Name one.

- Slim Whitman.

- Who the hell is Slim Whitman?

All right, Frank Sinatra.

Who the hell is Frank Sinatra?

Edith, I am starting to think...

...that maybe

you don't believe in me.

I do believe in you.

I just know you're gonna fail.

- What are you talking about, Edith?

- What about my dreams?

Edith, I told you,

I can't build you a candy house!

It will fall down! The sun will

melt the candy! It won't work!

It will if it never rains.

Dewey, you have got

to give up your dream.

Dreams don't come true.

I am gonna make

this dream come true.

Nobody ever said it's gonna be easy.

It's hard.

It ain't easy to walk

to the top of a mountain.

It's a long, hard walk.

It's a rocky road.

But I plan on walking.

Oh, I'm gonna walk.

Hard.

I will walk hard.

Walk hard.

I got a full house coming tonight.

If Bobby Shad can't play

I need to find someone who can.

I'm fine. I can play through the pain.

Should've thought before you punched

your landlord and got laryngitis.

I guess there's no music tonight.

Bullhickey! People come here

to dance erotically!

I ain't got no music,

I ain't got no nightclub.

Excuse me.

I play a little.

I don't know how

to tell you this, boy.

You're white.

This crowd will eat you alive.

I been watching Mr. Shad every night.

I know all the songs.

It'll be the same show.

It'll be just like Bobby Shad and the

Bad Men, only it'll be me tonight.

This is crazy.

But I ain't got no other choice.

I don't mean to put more

pressure on you, boy.

The suits from the record company

just got here.

Oh, okay.

Scared?

- A little.

- Well, you should be.

Those Jews control show business.

Just lay it down

exactly like Bobby does.

Good evening. We're Bobby Shad

and the Bad Men. I'm Dewey Cox.

Bobby Shad couldn't be here tonight

so I'm gonna do his show for you.

And I hope you enjoy it.

This first song

we're fitting to do is...

Well, it's about...

It's about when your woman

catches you.

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