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Movie Date: October 29, 2004

In Memory Of Ray Charles (1947-2004)


Always remember

your promise to me.



 

                   

Never let nobody or nothing

turn you into no cripple.



 

                   

All right!



 

                   

Rest stop, 45 minutes.



 

                   

Come on, folks.

We gotta move.



 

                   

We leave at  :   p.m.

On the dot. Can't be late.



 

                   

Hot meals

and bathrooms inside.



 

                   

All right, uh, there's a

window out back



 

                   

for y'all to buy sandwiches.



  

                   

And I suggest you make

good use of them outhouses.



  

                   

Ain't nothing but bushes

for you in the Carolinas.



  

                   

Sir.



  

                   

Can I help you, sir?



  

                   

Yes, sir.



  

                   

Seattle?



  

                   

Who you riding with?



  

                   

Nobody. Just me.



  

                   

Boy, I can't take

responsibility



  

                   

for some blind nigger

traveling      miles alone.



  

                   

L... l... I paid for this here

ticket, and it says



  

                   

that you have to take me

to Seattle.



  

                   

Don't you be smarting off

to me, boy.



  

                   

With all due respect, sir,

I earned the right.



  

                   

I may have left my eyes

on Omaha Beach,



  

                   

but I ain't asking no charity

from Uncle Sam.



  

                   

I got a job waiting

for me in Seattle.



  

                   

You were in Normandy?



  

                   

Shuttling troopers

to the beach.



  

                   

We took a direct hit.



  

                   

I'm sorry, son.



  

                   

I'll keep an eye on you

myself.



  

                   

Come on.

Take a seat in the back.



  

                   

  Any time  



  

                   

  You're feeling lonely  



  

                   

  Anytime  



  

                   

  You're feeling blue  



  

                   

  Anytime  



  

                   

  Anytime you feel

down hearted  



  

                   

  That will prove

your love for me is true  



  

                   

  Anytime  



  

                   

  You're thinkin' about me  



  

                   

Til, what the hell

do you think you're doin'?



  

                   

Billy, don't get

your feathers all ruffled now.



  

                   

I met this ol' boy over

at the O.C. At Clarkfield,



  

                   

and well, he plays

a mean jazz piano.



  

                   

I don't care if he whistles

Dixie out his ass.



  

                   

He ain't gonna

do it here.



  

                   

Sir.



  

                   

Boy, are you blind?



  

                   

Yes, sir.

Since I was seven.



  

                   

Well, let me help you

out then.



  

                   

This is a country band.



  

                   

We don't play

no boogie-woogie.



  

                   

Uh, yes, I understand.

I love country music.



  

                   

All right, go on.

Tell me.



  

                   

What is it you love

about country music?



  

                   

L... I love the stories.



  

                   

Uh, you know,

about fallin' in love



  

                   

and having love

knock you around



  

                   

and then the pressures

of the world on you so tough.



  

                   

It... lt makes you

feel small.



  

                   

You want to give

your soul to God.



  

                   

You might as well.

Your ass belongs to Him.



  

                   

Boy, are you sure

you blind?



  

                   

Last time I checked.



  

                   

Okay. Come on in.



  

                   

Billy,

I think you're outvoted.



  

                   

Til, one hint of trouble,



  

                   

and your blind nigra's

out of here.



  

                   

Damn!



  

                   

Here.



  

                   

I'm gonna have

to put some glasses



  

                   

before he scares

somebody half to death.



  

                   

Seattle, Washington, folks.



  

                   

Change bus here

for all points north:



  

                   

Bellingham, Mount Vernon.



  

                   

Vancouver, Canada.



  

                   

Uh, that's Diz. Emanon.



  

                   

Yeah. But what's it

spell backwards?



  

                   

Ah... ah... ah, come on, man.



  

                   

Why don't you give me

something difficult?



  

                   

"No Name."



  

                   

Say, daddy-o,

what ax you play?



  

                   

Uh, piano.



  

                   

Just blew in

from Tampa, Florida.



  

                   

Me and my partner,

Gossie McGee, came here,



  

                   

you know, want to

fatten up our style.



  

                   

Cop some licks from some more

experienced cats. You dig?



  

                   

You know what?



  

                   

Why don't you let me

take you inside?



  

                   

You know,

show you around.



  

                   

All right.

Perfect gentleman.

Yeah.



  

                   

This is just

like my place.



  

                   

So, what's your name?



  

                   

Ray Robinson.



  

                   

I'm Quincy Jones.



  

                   

Quincy Jones.



  

                   

Hey, Gerry!

This here's my man, Ray.



  

                   

He's here to see his friend,

Gossie McGee.



   

                   

So I figured

I'll show him inside...



   

                   

Don't mess with me, Q.

He can come in, but not you.



   

                   

Vice is on my ass for letting

you underage kids in.



   

                   

Get out of here, Q.



   

                   

Can't you see...

Get out of here, Q.



   

                   

He's blind!

I gotta show him in.

Get out.



   

                   

Jive-ass.

What?



   

                   

Hey, Ray Robinson,

when am I gonna

hear you play, baby?



   

                   

Uh, well,

that may cost you.



   

                   

Welcome, all you cool cats

and fine felines.



   

                   

You've come to the place

where the sophisti-cats

and hipsters



   

                   

hang their bebop hats.



   

                   

So snuggle up

and come near



   

                   

for tonight is Talent Night

at The Rocking Chair.



   

                   

Let's hear it

for Dancin' Al!



   

                   

Gossie's been cattin' around

with one of my waitresses

since he got here.



   

                   

He never told me

that his partner

was a blind 'Bama boy.



   

                   

Marlene,

Demurs just called.



   

                   

Thurmond's sick.



   

                   

What about Sassy?



   

                   

Flat tire.



   

                   

Okay, 'Bama.

Why don't you get on up there

and show me what you got?



   

                   

Well, I-I'm not

prepared to do my thing

right now, tonight...



   

                   

This is the only audition

you're going to get, puddin'.



   

                   

So either get on up there,

or you and Gossie can haul

your asses back down South.



   

                   

Here. Smoke some of this.



   

                   

This ain't no tobacco, man.



   

                   

No, hold it in,

it'll calm you down.



   

                   

All right, Oberon.



   

                   

Get on up there

and introduce him.



   

                   

Yes, ma'am.



   

                   

Okay, 'Bama. Let's go.



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

Now, I got something special

for all you satin dolls.



   

                   

And I don't mean

Oberon's big thunder.



   

                   

Now that's

for another show.



   

                   

Now we got some

new blood for ya.



   

                   

Yeah, straight off

the bus from Florida,



   

                   

I give you Ray

"Don't Call Me Sugar"

Robinson!



   

                   

How y'all doing tonight?



   

                   

Better than you!



   

                   

Relax, Ray. Relax.



   

                   

I got it.



   

                   

Uh-uh, what do y'all

want to hear?



   

                   

How about

a little Nat King Cole?



   

                   

Y'all like Nat King Cole?



   

                   

  If you ever plan

to travel west  



   

                   

'Bama ain't bad.



   

                   

Yeah, I'd say

he saved our asses.



   

                   

What the hell is

Ray doin' up there?



   

                   

Auditioning for you,

Gossie.



   

                   

He ain't no good without me.



   

                   

How'd you and the 'Bama

like to do a week

here at the Chair?



   

                   

I know a good bass player.



   

                   

A nice jazz trio could score

big with the right manager.



   

                   

Manager?



   

                   

Come on now, Gossie,

don't be so small-minded.



   

                   

You know

you've got to give to get.



   

                   

Now what exactly do I

have to give?



   

                   

   percent.



   

                   

But I'll be gettin' you

other gigs.



   

                   

All right,

next question: What do I get?



   

                   

What do you need?



   

                   

Double scale as leader,

plus    percent.



   

                   

What about the 'Bama?



   

                   

He's about as green

as a blade of grass.



   

                   

I can handle him.



   

                   

  Flagstaff, Arizona  



   

                   

Yeah, he's green.



   

                   

  Kingman, Barstow  



   

                   

So, Gossie,

you don't need to worry



   

                   

about a hotel room

for the 'Bama.



   

                   

He can flop at my place.



   

                   

Hey, y'all never change.



   

                   

  Get your kicks

on Route sixty-six  



   

                   

Ray, you coming back to bed?



   

                   

I'm getting some water.



   

                   

I can see that,

but mama ain't finished yet.



   

                   

For the first time anywhere,



   

                   

let's hear it

for The McSon Trio!



   

                   

  A buzzard took the monkey

for a ride in the air  



   

                   

  The monkey thought that

everything was on the square  



   

                   

Ray, when you

coming out?



   

                   

In a minute.



   

                   

Mama's got some more

blackberry cobbler

for you, baby.



   

                   

Damn.



   

                   

  Straighten up

and fly right  



   

                   

  Cool down, papa,

don't you blow your top  



   

                   

Marlene, if you're gonna

send us out on tour,



   

                   

we're gonna need

more than $  a day.



   

                   

How come we can't get paid

after each gig?



   

                   

Because you boys will spend

everything you make.



   

                   

The club sends the checks

to me, so as I can bank them.



   

                   

I just want to see

my own checks, that's all.



   

                   

You don't see, Ray.

You're blind, baby.



   

                   

Or did you forget?



   

                   

Now, you want to go out

on your own

and see how well you do?



   

                   

Ray! Hey, Marlene,

where's Ray?



   

                   

He's in the back bedroom.

And wipe your feet.



   

                   

Ray, uh, six-nine,

where you at?

Six-nine. Six-nine.



   

                   

Lionel Hampton just asked me

to go on the road

with him, man!



   

                   

Lionel Hampton, man!



   

                   

Sure he did.

Then why you still here?



   

                   

And dig this:

His wife, she kicked me off

the tour bus.



   

                   

Told me to come back

when I started shaving.

You believe that?



   

                   

Uh... uh, Seven-oh, could you

do me a favor, man,

and close that bag for me?



   

                   

What's wrong?

You got two hands.

You can close it yourself.



   

                   

I got two feet, too.

Could you close it?



   

                   

I got it.



   

                   

Excuse me, sir!



   

                   

Man, we're gonna be late.



   

                   

I got to get

my own place, Gossie.



   

                   

Why? I mean,

you got free rent right now.



   

                   

Like hell it's free rent.



   

                   

Oh, come on, Ray.



   

                   

Why you gonna mess

with a good thing?



   

                   

All I'm saying is you keep

layin' that pipe with Marlene,



   

                   

and I bet you she's gonna

make us all rich.



   

                   

Hey, sir, excuse me!



   

                   

  Straighten up

and fly right  



   

                   

  Straighten up

and stay right  



   

                   

  Straighten up

and fly right  



   

                   

  Cool down, papa  



   

                   

  Don't you blow your top  



   

                   

Just back from their

triumphant tour



   

                   

of the Yakima Valley,

The McSon Trio!



   

                   

They'll be back right here,



   

                   

same time, same place,

next week.



   

                   

Hey, baby, you sound

more like Nat

than the King himself.



   

                   

What's your name?



   

                   

Ray Robinson.



   

                   

Ray Robinson?



   

                   

I'm Jack Lauderdale,

Swing Time Records.



   

                   

Oh, hey... hey, hey, Jack!

How you doing, man?



   

                   

Good.

Oh, good.



   

                   

How about us makin'

a record together?



   

                   

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Hell, yeah! Let's do that.



   

                   

Can I help you?



   

                   

I don't think so.



   

                   

We're just talking

a little business.



   

                   

Then you need to talk to me,

'cause I'm his manager.



   

                   

Whichever way

the wind blows.



   

                   

It's blowing.



   

                   

Jack Lauderdale,

Swing Time Records.



   

                   

Marlene Andres.

Marlene?



   

                   

Gossie McGee.

Gossie McGee.



   

                   

Great set, baby.



   

                   

We're going to talk

with Mr. Lauderdale here.



   

                   

Come on, Jack.

I'm buying.



   

                   

I'm coming in, uh,

to talk to him.



   

                   

You are doing

a fabulous job!



   

                   

Yes, man.



   

                   

Eh, look, let's talk to him

about this record.



   

                   

Hey, no, no, we're gonna

let Marlene handle that.



   

                   

You get Oberon

to call you a cab, all right.



   

                   

Great set, Ray.



   

                   

Goss!



   

                   

Hey, daddy-o, want a smoke?



   

                   

I got some gage,

fresh off the boat.



   

                   

It's clean and seedless.



   

                   

So that's how it is, huh?



   

                   

You keep me high

while they talk the business?



   

                   

I ain't the one

playing you, man.



   

                   

Oberon, listen...



   

                   

You know, Marlene and Gossie

are the ones running

the game on you, Ray.



   

                   

What?



   

                   

They sliced up the pie

the first night you played.



   

                   

   percent off the top.



   

                   

Plus Gossie's

double scale as leader.



   

                   

Leader?

If anybody's leading the band,



   

                   

I'm the one

that's the leader.



   

                   

Forget the bo' humps.

You know what?



   

                   

L... I'm... I'm gonna go

my own way.



   

                   

Who's gonna

book your gigs?



   

                   

Marlene's got you locked up.



   

                   

And she ain't gonna give up

her golden goose.



   

                   

  Straighten up

and fly right  



   

                   

  Cool down, papa,

don't you blow your top  



   

                   

Hey, Ray Robinson,

you are fantastic.



   

                   

There you go.

Give me some skin.



   

                   

What's that?



   

                   

Jack's card.



   

                   

I got his number

at the hotel.



   

                   

Come on, Q.

It's not that complicated.



   

                   

Now let's just play it again.



   

                   

That's a B flat,

C   scale it up,



   

                   

and triple it off

the back end.



   

                   

Yeah, nigger!

Yeah, that's it.



   

                   

Ray, what did I tell you

about cookin' in the dark?



   

                   

Are you tryin'

to burn the house down?



   

                   

Think about it, Marlene.

Uh... uh, What do I need

the light for?



   

                   

Well, you don't need

to be cookin' anyway.



   

                   

We brought you

takeout from Oscar's.



   

                   

Well, get your money back.



   

                   

I got fried chicken

right here.



   

                   

Come on, Seven-oh,

try this.



   

                   

Yeah! About time.



   

                   

Hey, that's home-cooked,

right there.



   

                   

Mmm, no, thank you.



   

                   

This chicken

is the mostest, huh.



   

                   

Just needs a little hot sauce

and it'll be perfect.



   

                   

Yeah. So, what did

Jack Lauderdale have to say?



   

                   

Oh, I clocked him

comin' out the gate.



   

                   

He's a two-bit hustler.



   

                   

Oh, I see.



   

                   

Yeah, turns out the only hit

that Swing Time ever had



   

                   

was Open the Door, Richard,

which was a joke record.



   

                   

Uh... uh... uh, what about him

recordin' me?



   

                   

Oh, he'll record you,

if we pay the freight.



   

                   

Scratch a liar,

find a thief.



   

                   

What's that

supposed to mean?



   

                   

This.



   

                   

You see I saw

Jack Lauderdale tonight,



   

                   

and he gave me a $   

advance on my record.



   

                   

He also said he'll put me

on the road with Lowell Fulson



   

                   

and pay me three times

what you pay.



   

                   

Now, that's a lie!



   

                   

Hey, no way he's not gonna

put some blind man

on the road. Think about it.



   

                   

I mean, you... you need

watchin' out for.



   

                   

And he ain't got the time

to look after you

the way I do.



   

                   

Is that what

you've been doing, Gossie?

Watchin' out for me?



   

                   

Is that why you get

paid double what I do?



   

                   

Who told you that?



   

                   

It's true, ain't it?



   

                   

You two have been

gaming me since I got here.



   

                   

Ray, baby, listen...

I ain't listening to you!



   

                   

Ray, I've... I've been

meaning to talk to you

about that.



   

                   

Then why aren't you talkin'?



   

                   

Um, look, Ray, Ray,

let's not do nothin' stupid.



   

                   

I might be blind,

but I ain't stupid!



   

                   

Q., get my bag

from upstairs.



   

                   

What?

Get it!



   

                   

Wha... right now?

Now.



   

                   

Ray, man, we done been

through a whole lot.



   

                   

Ray, now wait a minute.

I can explain everything.



   

                   

Think about what you're doing.



   

                   

Ray, Ray, now you're makin'

a big mistake.



   

                   

That clown is spoutin'

promises that he can't keep.



   

                   

You'd be a fool

to follow him.



   

                   

Ray, Ray,

we'll make a new deal!



   

                   

Whatever makes you happy!



   

                   

The deal is

you can lay the pipe now.



   

                   

You'll break your neck

going down these stairs

by yourself. Hang on.



   

                   

Oh, man.



   

                   

Ray, I ain't never seen you

do nothing like that, man.

Never.



   

                   

That ain't nothing,

Seven-oh.



   

                   

Stop cheating, Ray.



   

                   

George, you can't catch me.

Come on.



   

                   

Aretha!



   

                   

Come on, George.



   

                   

Aretha Robinson,

have you lost your mind?



   

                   

Eula, you promised to split

every wash basket with me,

fair and square!



   

                   

And I did!



   

                   

Hell, you did!



   

                   

You charge white folks

one thing and pay me another.



   

                   

Now who's gonna

wash these?



   

                   

You can.

Now pay me my money!



   

                   

Okay, I'm a-giving you

your two little dollars.



   

                   

But don't you be expectin'

no more work out of me!



   

                   

I got all I need

out of you.



   

                   

Ray and George, come on!



   

                   

That's right.

Get out of my yard



   

                   

and don't y'all

never come back!



   

                   

Y'all got to learn

to read and write real good,



   

                   

so you never have to work

for people like that.



   

                   

Scratch a liar,

find a thief.



   

                   

Understand?



   

                   

Yes, Mama.



   

                   

Smell that, Ray.

Smell the success.



   

                   

We're in LA, man,



   

                   

the place where the Negro

comes to spread his wings.



   

                   

You... you know, man, I know

my ears ain't deceivin' me.



   

                   

Is that Art Tatum?



   

                   

It sure is, baby.

You want to meet him?



   

                   

L... I can't meet him.

A-Art Tatum is the most.



   

                   

So, Ray, we got to talk

about your name, man:

Robinson.



   

                   

Sugar Ray got the Robinson

franchise all sewed up.



   

                   

So I'm thinkin' we go with

your middle name, Charles.



   

                   

As in, Ray Charles.



   

                   

I don't care

what you call me, man,



   

                   

just as long as my name's

on the record.



   

                   

But we're gonna

toast to that.



   

                   

Hey, what's the haps, Jack?



   

                   

Oh, my goodness.

Give me some skin.



   

                   

What's up, baby?

How you doin'?



   

                   

Lowell Fulson, meet your new

piano player: Ray Charles.



   

                   

Ray Charles,

the blind sensation.



   

                   

Ow! Damn! I'm gonna use that

on the album cover.



   

                   

He's really

the sensation.



   

                   

L... I love your music,

Mr. Fulson.



   

                   

Uh, the man's got taste.



   

                   

Hey, and the man ain't

been on the road



   

                   

with a band before,

so now you take care of him.



   

                   

Like my own brother.



   

                   

Ray.



   

                   

I'm gonna be right back.



   

                   

All right.



   

                   

Yeah, you got the one

on the left.



   

                   

Look here,

let me do the talking.



   

                   

Don't go inside that place.



   

                   

You know what Mama said.



   

                   

Go home

and don't tell Mama nothin'.



   

                   

Go, George.



   

                   

George, get out of here!



   

                   

Hey, boy,

who let you in?



   

                   

You must be

Aretha's son, huh?



   

                   

Yes, sir.

Ray Charles Robinson.



   

                   

I've been seeing you

sneakin' around here.



   

                   

You like the piano, huh?



   

                   

Come on, you want

to learn how to play?



   

                   

Come on over here.



   

                   

Let me show you how to play.

Come on.



   

                   

I'm gonna teach you

how to play.



   

                   

What we'll do, I'm gonna teach

you three notes, right?



   

                   

This is the first note,

right here.



   

                   

Play that.



   

                   

And here's the second note,

right here.



   

                   

Play that.



   

                   

Here's the third note.



   

                   

Now, here's the way

it goes.



   

                   

Listen.

Listen closely, now.



   

                   

Play that.



   

                   

Good!



   

                   

Try the other notes.



   

                   

Every club we hit,



   

                   

it's your responsibility

to rehearse the band.



   

                   

These are some

lazy-ass bastards,



   

                   

so you gotta make sure

that they don't slough off.



   

                   

You gotta be ready

and dressed to open the show.



   

                   

Now, Lowell likes to take

a nap before he goes on.



   

                   

You just do your thing

until he feels like

comin' out.



   

                   

And when Lowell's playin',

you keep the band sharp.



   

                   

Uh... uh, just one thing.



   

                   

What?



   

                   

Did Jack tell you that

I have to be paid in singles?



   

                   

You just do your job,

you're gonna get your money.



   

                   

  Baby, come on, down  



   

                   

  Your daddy's

in the heart of town  



   

                   

  Come on down  



   

                   

  Your daddy's

in the heart of town  



   

                   

How'd you get the name

Fathead anyway?



   

                   

Why do they call me

Fathead?



   

                   

Nah, you don't want to hear.



   

                   

But this is what

I really want to know.



   

                   

Do any of you

fine young ladies know



   

                   

where we can get a nice steak

this time of night?



   

                   

You mean something big,

thick, and juicy?



   

                   

Oh, yeah,

that's just what I mean.



   

                   

Fathead, where you guys

headed, man?



   

                   

I ain't babysittin'

no blind cat.



   

                   

Uh, I'm sorry, Ray,



   

                   

but, uh, the law says

there's only six to a cab.



   

                   

Come on, ladies,

let's get out of here.



   

                   

  Everyday  



   

                   

  Everyday I have the blues  



   

                   

  Everyday, everyday  



   

                   

Pay up, baby!

Yeah, that's all right.



   

                   

I been shootin' craps

since I was    years old.



   

                   

Don't never shoot craps

on a white woman's grave.



   

                   

Why not?



   

                   

It's bad luck.



   

                   

  You know bad luck

and trouble, people  



   

                   

  Well, you know

I had my share  



   

                   

That's for being

late to the bus.



   

                   

Wilbur,

you a low-down piece...



   

                   

You better move on.



   

                   

Ah, Mr. One-dollar Bill.



   

                   

$  $   $   $  ...



   

                   

Now, you like to start

counting that again?



   

                   

All right, damn you.



   

                   

$    $   ...



   

                   

Listen, man, I ain't

no damn seein'-eye dog.



   

                   

  You know

ain't nobody worried

about me  



   

                   

  I don't see nobody,

nobody cryin'  



   

                   

Fathead, open up. Open up.

I got to take a leak.



   

                   

Hey, what you doing, man?

Close the door, Fat!



   

                   

Say, Ray, we'll be in here

for a little while.



   

                   

Use the women's can,

down there on your right.



   

                   

I don't want to use

the women's can.



   

                   

This way.



   

                   

Oh, God!



   

                   

Say, Ray,

you all right?



   

                   

Yeah, I must have slipped

on the wet.



   

                   

There's a pipe broke.



   

                   

There's water everywhere.

You see it?



   

                   

Let's go, man.

Close the door.



   

                   

All right,

quit playing, Ray.



   

                   

We'll be in here a while.

Now go on now!



   

                   

Where you from, Ray?



   

                   

North Florida.



   

                   

Oh, North Florida boy.



   

                   

Your people

still down there?



   

                   

No.



   

                   

All right.



   

                   

Hey, uh, pardon me

for askin',



   

                   

but how do you

get around so good



   

                   

without a cane

or a dog?



   

                   

How do you get around so good

without a cane or dog?



   

                   

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to pry.



   

                   

My ears got to be

my eyes, man. Its...



   

                   

Everything sounds different.



   

                   

You know that's why

I wear hard-soled shoes,



   

                   

so I can hear my footsteps

echo off the wall.



   

                   

So when I pass by

an open doorway,

the sound changes.



   

                   

Wow. That's cool.



   

                   

You know you got to learn

pretty quick if you want

to get around on your own.



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

You know, during the war,

there was a whole lot



   

                   

I had to learn fast,

or I wouldn't be here.



   

                   

Seein' that much death

ain't natural.



   

                   

Yeah, seein' death

ain't natural.



   

                   

Boys, get from

'round that still.



   

                   

Y'all know

better than that.



   

                   

Come on, catch me.



   

                   

Stay from 'round this fire

and get clean.



   

                   

Dinner will be ready soon.



   

                   

Hear me, Ray?



   

                   

I got you.

I got you.



   

                   

No, you didn't.

You missed me.



   

                   

Stop cheatin', Ray.



   

                   

Okay, you got me.



   

                   

But I got you back.



   

                   

I'm not playin' no more.



   

                   

Sissy!



   

                   

Come on, Ray.

Let's go swimmin'.



   

                   

Let's go swim

in Mama's washtub.



   

                   

Ray, come on, Ray,

play with me.



   

                   

You better get down

before Mama sees you.



   

                   

I'm a giant!



   

                   

Some giant.



   

                   

Come on, George.

I ain't playin' this game.



   

                   

That ain't funny.



   

                   

Boys, I got some field peas

and rice cooking.



   

                   

And there's that smothered

corn left from yesterday.



   

                   

And if you're real good,

I might have two pieces

of peach cobbler.



   

                   

Ray, didn't I tell you

to get in this house?



   

                   

Dear God, no!



   

                   

That's Aretha's boy!



   

                   

Breathe, baby, breathe.



   

                   

Just breathe, baby, breathe.

Let it out!



   

                   

Let it out, please!



   

                   

Breathe for your mama, now.



   

                   

Come on, George.



   

                   

Why didn't you do somethin'?



   

                   

Why didn't you call me?



   

                   

Help us, Lord!



   

                   

The Lord done took him home.



   

                   

All right.



   

                   

Food and piss stop.

Open it up.



   

                   

The food is hot.

You've got    minutes.



   

                   

I could eat a horse.

Where's it?



   

                   

Follow your nose.

Right over there.



   

                   

Wilbur.



   

                   

What?



   

                   

   minutes

ain't enough time.



   

                   

We need more

than that, Jack.



   

                   

Not to eat,

you don't.



   

                   

Now if you got other business,

you better choose,



   

                   

because this bus

is rollin' on time.



   

                   

Come on, Mercedes got

a washroom in the back.



   

                   

And you,

you can smell it.



   

                   

Jeff.



   

                   

Yes, sir?



   

                   

Uh, could you help me

in there?



   

                   

Sure thing, Ray.



   

                   

Hey, Mercedes.



   

                   

Hey, baby.

I hope you wiped your feet

before you came in here.



   

                   

There you go. Come on.

Take that.



   

                   

The bathroom's right there

in front of you.



   

                   

Okay.



   

                   

You want me

to fix you a plate?



   

                   

Uh, no, I'm... I'm fine.



   

                   

All right.



   

                   

Sweet potato pie it is.



   

                   

Whoo, let's go, man.



   

                   

That was a long

bus ride, wasn't it?



   

                   

Oh, come on, man.



   

                   

Hey, man!

The can's down the hall.



   

                   

I know where the can is.

What y'all doing?



   

                   

Do yourself a favor

and leave.



   

                   

I'll leave when

I'm gettin' ready to leave.



   

                   

Come on, Fathead,

I want in.



   

                   

This ain't no weed, Ray.



   

                   

And we ain't

snorting no bitch.



   

                   

This is boy.



   

                   

Boy'll make your ass

null and void.



   

                   

So get on out of here, man.



   

                   

Null and void,

just like my life.



   

                   

I'll be right at home.



   

                   

Look, I ain't gonna

wait all night.



   

                   

Hell, it's his funeral, man.



   

                   

Ray, let's go get

something to eat.



   

                   

I'll leave

when I get a taste.



   

                   

Ray, what you gonna do, man?



   

                   

This train's pullin' out,

brother.



   

                   

I ain't having nothin'

to do with this.



   

                   

I warned you, Ray.

Come on, man.



   

                   

I been warned.



   

                   

Sit down, Ray. Right there.



   

                   

I'm gonna take you

on a little ride.



   

                   

It'll cost you, though.

You got some cash?



   

                   

Will this do?



   

                   

That'll do.



   

                   

Where you been?

Where them other fools?



   

                   

Come on,

get it while it's hot!



   

                   

You're going to feel

a little pinch.



   

                   

I ain't givin'

up on you, boy.



   

                   

Feel it, baby?



   

                   

Just take the ride.



   

                   

It's better than sex.



   

                   

There ain't nothin'

better than sex.



   

                   

  We will walk  



   

                   

  through the streets

of the city  



   

                   

  Of the city  



   

                   

  Where our loved ones  



   

                   

  have gone on before  



   

                   

  We will stand on the banks  



   

                   

  of the river  



   

                   

  Of the river  



   

                   

  Where we'll meet  



   

                   

  to part no more  



   

                   

  I pray  



   

                   

  I pray  



   

                   

  Be free from now on  



   

                   

  Pray to you, Lord  



   

                   

  Where our true ones

have gone  



   

                   

  Gone before  



   

                   

  Gone before  



   

                   

  We will stand on the banks  



   

                   

  of the river  



   

                   

  Where we'll meet  



   

                   

  to part no more  



   

                   

Ray, come on, let me put

this salve on I got

from Dr. McLeod.



   

                   

No, I don't like it.

It stings.



   

                   

Boy, get up here.



   

                   

I paid a whole dollar for it.

It better work.



   

                   

Now hold up your head,

like the doctor says.



   

                   

This is gonna

make you feel better.



   

                   

Ray, come on in

for dinner.



   

                   

And stop rubbin' those eyes.



   

                   

Ray, I won't beat around

the bush with you.



   

                   

You're goin' blind.



   

                   

The doctor's sayin'

there's nothing they can do,

so we got to do it ourselves.



   

                   

Yes, ma'am, I know, but...



   

                   

Stop it.



   

                   

Stop it right now.



   

                   

We ain't got no time

for no tears.



   

                   

Ain't nobody gonna

have no pity on you



   

                   

just 'cause

you're goin' blind.



   

                   

Now wipe them eyes.



   

                   

Yes, ma'am.



   

                   

Okay, I'll show you

how to do something once.



   

                   

I'll help you

if you mess up twice.



   

                   

But the third time,

you're on your own,



   

                   

'cause that's the way

it is in the world.



   

                   

All right,

now get up.



   

                   

Remember, you goin' blind,

but you ain't stupid.



   

                   

Remember how many stairs

there were?



   

                   

Four.



   

                   

Good. You're gonna

have to learn

how to use your memory.



   

                   

Now turn around.



   

                   

I want you

to hold out your hands,



   

                   

and use them as your eyes,

and find the door.



   

                   

Good.

That's real good, baby.



   

                   

Hi.



   

                   

  Baby,

let me hold your hand  



   

                   

  Till I make you understand  



   

                   

  Oh, baby  



   

                   

  Let me hold your hand  



   

                   

  I really true believe  



   

                   

This fool makes one record,

and you'd think he's

the star of the band.



   

                   

Well, he's got somethin',

ain't he?



   

                   

His wax won't

even hit the charts.



   

                   

You're still the man.



   

                   

  I want you to know  



   

                   

  I'm in love  



   

                   

She wasn't that fine.



   

                   

There's somethin'

wrong with you.



   

                   

No, man, she's fine.

She's fine.

You leave her alone.



   

                   

Look at Ray.



   

                   

You see that?



   

                   

He feels her wrist

'cause he figures



   

                   

that's the way to tell

if she's good-looking or not.



   

                   

You know I had my eye on you

all night long.



   

                   

Oh, he right this time.



   

                   

See what a little fame does

to Null and Void?



   

                   

Anybody see that

fine-looking gal

in the yellow dress?



   

                   

You hear this man?



   

                   

You snooze, you lose.



   

                   

We gonna dock your pay, man.



   

                   

That's $  off of your busride.



   

                   

  Baby,

I want you by my side  



   

                   

  I do  



   

                   

  I want you to know  



   

                   

  Our love

we will never hide  



   

                   

  Oh, no, no, no  



   

                   

All right, who's next?



   

                   

It's a shame, Jimmy.



   

                   

You're just gonna

piss this right up your arm.



   

                   

You don't tell me

what to do with my money.



   

                   

All right, come on. Step up.

The $  sensation.



   

                   

You wanna keep counting?



   

                   

What's the matter with you,

boy?



   

                   

$   ain't good enough for you?



   

                   

That ain't $  . Keep counting.



   

                   

I guess you want charity,

since that record

of yours ain't selling.



   

                   

Get him off my back!



   

                   

Break it up!



   

                   

What the hell's

going on in here?



   

                   

The blind sensation don't like

the money I'm trying

to pay him!



   

                   

He's cheating me! I quit!



   

                   

Oh, you lying son of a bitch!



   

                   

Don't be fighting nobody

that can see!



   

                   

Listen, I ain't

runnnin' around lookin' for

singles for this chump!



   

                   

There's $   here, Ray.



   

                   

You see that, fool?



   

                   

Shut up, Wilbur!

Ray, from now on,

I'll handle your pay myself.



   

                   

I'm tired of this!



   

                   

I'll tell Jack to

find you somebody else!



   

                   

You sure?

It's cold out there.



   

                   

Don't worry about me,

I can take care of myself.



   

                   

Ray!

Damn it, Wilbur!



   

                   

Let him go!



   

                   

What we gonna do now?



   

                   

"After the death of Moses, the

Lord spake unto Joshua saying:



   

                   

"'Moses my servant is dead.



   

                   

"'Now therefore arise.

Go over to Jordan.



   

                   

"'Be not afraid,



   

                   

For the Lord thy God

is with thee."'



   

                   

Mr. Charles.



   

                   

Who is it?



   

                   

Mr. Charles,

my name is Ahmet Ertegun.



   

                   

May I have

a moment of your time?



   

                   

What do you want, man?

I'm at church.



   

                   

I'm sorry.

I'll come back later.



   

                   

You're here now.

What do you want?



   

                   

My company, Atlantic Records,

has acquired



   

                   

your contract

from Swing Time.



   

                   

I'd like

to discuss your future.



   

                   

Hold on. Don't jive me now.

I ain't for sale.



   

                   

May I sit down?



   

                   

You see, Mr. Charles,



   

                   

Jack Lauderdale

has found himself,



   

                   

shall we say,

a little overextended,



   

                   

and has had to

unload some of his talent.



   

                   

When your name

came up, I jumped at



   

                   

the chance to work with you.

I'm a big fan.



   

                   

What if I want to go

to another company?



   

                   

There's a guy out there

right now that is willing

to pay me



   

                   

seven cents a record.

Can you do that?



   

                   

Man, I could promise you

   cents a record,



   

                   

but you won't get it

any more than

he'll pay you seven.



   

                   

What I will do

is promise you

five cents a record



   

                   

and pay you five cents

a record.



   

                   

If you think pennies,

Mr. Charles, you get pennies.



   

                   

You think dollars,



   

                   

you get dollars.



   

                   

I like how you put

things together, man.



   

                   

Ahem, you know what?



   

                   

Omelet,

you're all right with me.



   

                   

Ahmet.

Ahmet.



   

                   

What kind of name is that?



   

                   

I'm Turkish.



   

                   

Well, you know what?



   

                   

I guess

Jack Lauderdale's bad luck

is my good fortune.



   

                   

I knew that Atlantic Records

was bigger than Swing Time.



   

                   

You guys do good music.

I dig Atlantic.



   

                   

You could have fooled me.



   

                   

Well, you know,

I gotta keep my eye

on you city boys.



   

                   

Down home,

we call it "country dumb."



   

                   

Hey, man, it ain't Turkish.



   

                   

  Went to see my sweetheart  



   

                   

  Last night around

about ten  



   

                   

  She said, move, sweet papa  



   

                   

  Squeeze me

every now and then  



   

                   

What do you think?



   

                   

Man, nobody wants

another Nat King Cole.



   

                   

  'Cause she sleep that way  



   

                   

  The midnight hour  



   

                   

  Has found me lonely  



   

                   

  So unhappy  



   

                   

  As I can be  



   

                   

Ahmet, it's just

like Charles Brown.



   

                   

Okay, I'll talk to him.



   

                   

All right, fellas,

that's a cut.

That's a cut, fellas.



   

                   

Fellas!



   

                   

Band can take five.



   

                   

He just don't get it.



   

                   

You either sound original,

or you got nothin'.



   

                   

Ahmet,

what'd you think of that?



   

                   

Ray, I want to tell you

something, and I don't want

you to take it wrong.



   

                   

Then give it to me right.



   

                   

I signed you

because I sensed

something special in you



   

                   

not because you sound like

Nat Cole or Charles Brown.



   

                   

I thought you like what I do.



   

                   

We... we love the timbre

of your voice,



   

                   

we like your virtuosity,

your energy...



   

                   

But not my music.



   

                   

Come on, man,

I didn't say that.



   

                   

Ahmet, this is what I do, man.



   

                   

I gotta make a living.

This is what the people want.



   

                   

I don't know no other way.



   

                   

We got to help you find one.



   

                   

Look, let's try a little

change of pace, okay?



   

                   

You're familiar

with stride piano?



   

                   

You kidding me, man?

The man who I learned the

piano from is a stride player.



   

                   

Okay, I got a song.

It's called The Mess Around.



   

                   

The Mess Around.

Cute title. Who wrote it?



   

                   

I did.



   

                   

Ah, you wrote it.



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

Well, sing it to me, man.



   

                   

Sing it?

Yeah.



   

                   

It ain't like

I can read the lyrics.



   

                   

Okay.

Well, it's the key of G.



   

                   

Okay. Key of G.



   

                   

Uh-huh.



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

Yeah, but it's a kind of

Pete Johnson thing.



   

                   

Pete Johnson.



   

                   

Yeah, yeah, that's it.



   

                   

You like that?

Here we go. Two, three, four.



   

                   

  You can talk

about the pit barbecue  



   

                   

  The band was jumpin',

the people, too  



   

                   

  They're doin'

the mess around  



   

                   

  They're doin'

the mess around  



   

                   

  They're doin'

the mess around  



   

                   

  Everybody doin'

the mess around  



   

                   

All right, that's good.

Let me take it from here.



   

                   

  Now this band's gonna

play from nine to one  



   

                   

  Everybody here's gonna

have some fun  



   

                   

  Doin' the mess around  



   

                   

  Ah, doin' the mess around  



   

                   

  They doin' the mess around  



   

                   

  Everybody doin'

the mess around  



   

                   

  Now you see that girl

with that diamond ring  



   

                   

  She knows

how to shake that thing  



   

                   

  Mess around  



   

                   

  I declare

she can mess around  



   

                   

  Ah, mess around  



   

                   

  Everybody do

the mess around  



   

                   

Now we got something!



   

                   

That's all right there.



   

                   

What do you think, Ahmet?



   

                   

Great, Ray!



   

                   

Unbelievable!



   

                   

Who's that?



   

                   

Ray, I want you to meet

my new partner, Jerry.



   

                   

Mr. Ray Charles,

Jerry Wexler.



   

                   

Hey.



   

                   

Don't worry, Ray.

I'm going to step back,

I'm gonna watch,



   

                   

I'm gonna learn

how to produce a record.

I'm in awe.



   

                   

That was out of sight.



   

                   

That's some running

and riffing, man!



   

                   

Well,

this'll make you shout, man.



   

                   

We're listening to that

new recording, Mess Around



   

                   

by Atlantic recording artist,

Ray Charles.



   

                   

And we have the gentleman

live here in the KCOH studios.



   

                   

So, Ray, when you're not

making your own music,

what do you listen to?



   

                   

You know what, the fact is,

King Bee, I really

and truly love gospel.



   

                   

One of my favorite groups

is from right here in Houston:



   

                   

The Cecil Shaw Singers.



   

                   

You heard it:

Ray Charles endorses

Houston's own Cecil Shaw.



   

                   

We'll be playing

gospel all day Sunday



   

                   

but right now,

let's hear some more



   

                   

of that Mess Around

by Ray Charles.



   

                   

K.B., line  .



   

                   

King Bee.



   

                   

Mmm-hmm.



   

                   

Yeah, he's right here.



   

                   

Miss Della Antwine

of the Cecil Shaw Singers.



   

                   

Hello, Miss Antwine.



   

                   

You sung tenor in

Jesus Is My Shepherd, right?



   

                   

Yes.



   

                   

How did you pick me out?



   

                   

Actually,

l... I hear like you see.



   

                   

Like that hummingbird

outside the window,

for instance.



   

                   

I can't hear her.



   

                   

You have to listen.



   

                   

Yes.



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

Yes, you can.



   

                   

OH-OH.



   

                   

You hear that?



   

                   

What?



   

                   

Her heart just

skipped a beat.



   

                   

Oh, did you like my record?



   

                   

The one that King Bee

was playin'?



   

                   

It was very nice.



   

                   

Different than the others.



   

                   

I've heard

a lot of your music.



   

                   

Was it very nice, too?



   

                   

Look, Miss Antwine, if you

don't really like the record,



   

                   

you ain't got to

beat around the bush with me.

I mean, my mama never did.



   

                   

It's not that I don't

enjoy your music.



   

                   

It's just that I feel

I've heard it before.



   

                   

I keep wondering

what the real Ray Charles

sound like.



   

                   

Ray Charles? Who's he?



   

                   

Nobody,

if you don't know.



   

                   

Huh?



   

                   

Sorry. I should have

kept my mouth shut.



   

                   

Oh, no, no.

Then you wouldn't be you.



   

                   

You know, it's not

like I haven't heard

that before.



   

                   

I guess I just, uh, never

really listened, that's all.



   

                   

Ain't nobody ever put

it that sweet, I guess.



   

                   

You know what,

Miss Della Bea Antwine?



   

                   

You really are a country girl.

You know that?



   

                   

Yes.

How'd you know?



   

                   

I could tell by

the way you ordered.



   

                   

"Let me get molasses

with my cornbread."



   

                   

Were you raised

on a farm?



   

                   

My mother did

a little sharecropping

in Florida.



   

                   

Is she still there?



   

                   

God bless her heart,

she passed away

when I went to school.



   

                   

Ray, I'm sorry.



   

                   

She never was

real healthy.



   

                   

She just worked

herself to death,

poor thing.



   

                   

That's why she didn't

want me carrying around

no tin cup.



   

                   

The kids

I went to school with,



   

                   

they were doing basket-weavin'

and wickerwork.



   

                   

But not you.

Because of your gift.



   

                   

Because of my ears.



   

                   

See, I can mimic

damn near anybody,



   

                   

and l... l... l... I make

a pretty decent

living at it.



   

                   

It's just, if I

change my style up



   

                   

and people

really don't dig it,



   

                   

I mean, what am I

left with, you know?



   

                   

I mean, when you're blind,

Miss Antwine,



   

                   

you ain't got

that many choices.



   

                   

Seem to me

like you got all

the choices in the world.



   

                   

God gave you

the gift to sound



   

                   

like anybody you please,

even yourself.



   

                   

We're here.

This is where I live.



   

                   

Well, you think

the preacher'd let me in?



   

                   

I mean, uh, I'm a sinner,

but I need a little prayer.



   

                   

His wife don't like

me having male company.



   

                   

Well, tell him there's

a soul out here

that needs savin'.



   

                   

You know what, Miss Antwine,

you really got me thinkin'.



   

                   

About what?



   

                   

About my life.

About my music.



   

                   

About everything.



   

                   

Ray, don't... don't you think

we're movin' a little fast?



   

                   

Listen, I'm... I'm gonna

go to New York



   

                   

for a couple of weeks,

and when I get back,



   

                   

you can take it as

slow as you want.



   

                   

All right, Mr. Charles.



   

                   

All right, Miss Antwine.



   

                   

I'll see you

in a couple of weeks.



   

                   

Well, hold on, now.

Let me call you a cab.



   

                   

I got it. Three blocks up,



   

                   

left for two, right for one.



   

                   

Fifteen giant steps,



   

                   

and I'm at the

Crystal White Hotel. Hello.



   

                   

Mess Around was

a positive step for us, Ray.



   

                   

We're making progress.



   

                   

Oh, come on, Ahmet.

Now, you've been nice to me.



   

                   

But I haven't given

you guys any hits.



   

                   

Atlantic Records

has been good to me,



   

                   

but if you want me to do

something special,



   

                   

I'm gonna need my own band.



   

                   

Oh, man. Taking a band

out on the road

costs a mint, Ray.



   

                   

I mean, even Joe Morris

is struggling. His band's

had a hit record.



   

                   

But, Ahmet, listen,

I'm not Joe Morris.



   

                   

Man, you told me if I think

pennies, I get pennies.



   

                   

I'm thinking dollars,

man.



   

                   

Ruth Brown's got

a tour booked in Georgia.



   

                   

She needs a band.



   

                   

L... I'll take it.



   

                   

I could write the charts

for her, l... I could do backup,



   

                   

and also be an openin' act.



   

                   

Okay.



   

                   

But you're going to be

financially responsible.



   

                   

You're gonna have

to make it work, Ray.



   

                   

Yeah, yeah, I'm gonna make it

do what it do, baby.



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

Ray!



   

                   

Miss Antwine,

it's been two weeks.



   

                   

It's been three.



   

                   

Now, where's the preacher at?

And the wife?



   

                   

They in Dallas till Monday.



   

                   

Well, hallelujah!



   

                   

Della Bea.



   

                   

Kind of like a honey bee,

right?



   

                   

Can I call you Bea?



   

                   

Yeah, I'd like that.



   

                   

There's only been two cats

that I ever really

trusted in my life.



   

                   

There's Jeff Brown,

he's going to be

my tour manager,



   

                   

Fathead Newman,

my tenor man



   

                   

and now you.



   

                   

But you gotta

do me a favor.



   

                   

Bea, you gotta

always tell me the truth.



   

                   

Oh, yeah. Just like

you did before.



   

                   

Don't feel sorry for me

just 'cause I'm blind.



   

                   

How could I pity

someone I admire?



   

                   

Can I play

something for you?



   

                   

Now?

Yeah.



   

                   

No, Ray.



   

                   

Yeah, right now.

Right now. I'm gonna...



   

                   

Ray!



   

                   

It's right there.

You got it.



    

                   

Okay.



    

                   

Yeah, yeah,

this will work.



    

                   

Now you go ahead

and play. I'm gonna

close these drapes.



    

                   

All right.



    

                   

I don't want no

neighbors looking in.



    

                   

  Well  



    

                   

  I got a woman  



    

                   

  way over town  



    

                   

  She's good to me  



    

                   

  Oh, yeah  



    

                   

  I got a woman  



    

                   

  Way over town  



    

                   

Ray.



    

                   

  She's good to me  



    

                   

  Oh, yeah  



    

                   

Ray!



    

                   

  She give me money  



    

                   

Ray. Ray, that's

sacrilegious.



    

                   

  When I'm in need  



    

                   

What... what?



    

                   

It's a gospel song.



    

                   

I know what it is.

I wrote it.



    

                   

I mean, you told me

to find my own voice.



    

                   

Well, Bea, this is it.



    

                   

But it... it ain't... It ain't

right to be changing

gospel music into this.



    

                   

Into what? Is it...

Is it devil music?



    

                   

Evil music? Do you think...

Do you think I'm evil, Bea?



    

                   

Look, I've been

performing gospel



    

                   

and blues all my life.

It's who I am.



    

                   

And if I'm gonna

do my own thing,

l... I gotta be natural, right?



    

                   

I'm singing about

my feelings for you.



    

                   

About how I love you.



    

                   

What could be more

natural than that?



    

                   

Huh, Bea?



    

                   

Tell me.



    

                   

More natural

than me and you.



    

                   

Ray.



    

                   

  I got a woman  



    

                   

  Way over town  



    

                   

  good to me  



    

                   

  Oh, yeah  



    

                   

So we bite the bullet,

we cancel the tour dates.



    

                   

But what the hell

are we gonna tell Ray?



    

                   

We just have

to tell him the truth:



    

                   

Ruth Brown's pregnant,

so there's no tour.



    

                   

What about LaVern Baker?



    

                   

Get LaVern Baker

to take the tour.



    

                   

She doesn't have a record.

There's nothing to promote.



    

                   

You and Jesse get up there,

write a couple of songs,



    

                   

let's get her in the studio.



    

                   

It's gonna take

a month to do that...



    

                   

What are we gonna do?

We got to do somethin'.



    

                   

Ray's got a whole

new band up there.



    

                   

How the hell did he put

together a band so fast?



    

                   

Boss! Boss,

they're here.



    

                   

Come on. Let's get together

so we can show 'em this.



    

                   

...break this to Ray.



    

                   

Oh, you're gonna let

me break it to Ray?



    

                   

Why me?



    

                   

Because Ruth Brown

was your idea.



    

                   

Ruth Brown is a good idea,

Ruth Brown was a good idea,

and still is a good idea.



    

                   

Shh!



    

                   

  That's good to me  



    

                   

  Oh, yeah  



    

                   

  I got a woman  



    

                   

  Way over town  



    

                   

  Good to me  



    

                   

  Whoa, yeah  



    

                   

  She give me money  



    

                   

  When I'm in need  



    

                   

  Yeah, she's the kind of  



    

                   

  friend indeed  



    

                   

  I got a woman  



    

                   

Ahmet.



    

                   

Yeah.



    

                   

We gotta get this on wax.



    

                   

Oh, yeah.



    

                   

  Oh, yeah  



    

                   

Hear that, New York?

The sound is huge!



    

                   

But there's only seven cats

on this record.



    

                   

This is the new

Ray Charles, baby,



    

                   

and there's nothing

out there like it!



    

                   

And you heard it first

on The Moondog Show!



    

                   

  Just for me  



    

                   

  Oh, yeah  



    

                   

  She give me money  



    

                   

The Shaw Agency's

the best booker

on the Chitlin' Circuit,



    

                   

that's my opinion.



    

                   

Milt Shaw, meet Ray Charles.



    

                   

Ray, It was

Milt's dad, Billy,



    

                   

who first drew my attention

to a certain blind pianist



    

                   

when he was

booking Lowell Fulson.



    

                   

Ray Charles.

We believe in your talent.



    

                   

We wanna be

in the Ray Charles business.



    

                   

We've already got you

booked on a   -city tour



    

                   

with Roy Milton's

Solid Senders...



    

                   

Oh, Roy Milton,

I love him.



    

                   

...and Tangula

the Exotic Shake Dancer.



    

                   

She is gorgeous.



    

                   

Ray,

I gotta tell you,



    

                   

we think you're onto

something very big here.



    

                   

Nobody's ever combined

R&B and gospel before.



    

                   

I've Got A Woman is a smash.



    

                   

You better start thinking

about a follow-up, my friend.

Right now.



    

                   

You know, this sounds good.

I gotta run to Texas



    

                   

and take care

of some business,

and, I'll be right back.



    

                   

Well, make it fast. I'm ready

to sell, sell, sell.



    

                   

A-a-as long as you book

me in front of Tangula.



    

                   

Della, hold on!

Let me get my camera.



    

                   

Let me get one picture.



    

                   

Y'all, y'all,

stay right there! Ray!



    

                   

Della, let me

get one picture!



    

                   

Come on. One picture, Della!

Come on, now.



    

                   

Be careful, Ray.



    

                   

These are your last steps

of freedom, man.



    

                   

Don't open that door.



    

                   

Ray, you gotta carry her

over the threshold.



    

                   

To the right, Ray!

To the right, now!



    

                   

Ray, you need some help?



    

                   

You sure you know

what you're doing?



    

                   

  He knows a woman's place  



    

                   

  Right there now,

in her home  



    

                   

  I got a woman  



    

                   

Ray.



    

                   

Ray.



    

                   

Can I come in?



    

                   

H-H-Hold on.



    

                   

What's goin' on, Ray?



    

                   

Open this door.



    

                   

Why are you

locking doors

on me, Ray?



    

                   

You know

the place is small.



    

                   

We gotta have

a little privacy.



    

                   

Uh, what we need is

a little more room.



    

                   

You know, we're gonna

need some space

while we start a family.



    

                   

Well, Bea, you know

I'm gonna be on the road

for most of the year.



    

                   

Ray.



    

                   

I'm just thinking,

what if I'm not

a good father?



    

                   

My daddy

was never around.



    

                   

And he had

three different families.



    

                   

Well,



    

                   

you are gonna have one,

starting right now.



    

                   

Right now?



    

                   

Mmm-hmm.



    

                   

Well, what do you think?



    

                   

That's all is

what I know.



    

                   

  I know  



    

                   

  Hallelujah,

I just love her so  



    

                   

  Now, if I call her

on the telephone  



    

                   

  And tell her

that I'm all alone  



    

                   

  By the time I count

from one to four  



    

                   

  I hear her  



    

                   

  on my door  



    

                   

Stop it!

Y'all done lost your minds!



    

                   

Stop all this stuff!



    

                   

You need to be saved!



    

                   

I can't take it

no more. Stop it!



    

                   

I can't take it!



    

                   

Hold on. Now,

wait a minute, man.



    

                   

Take your hands off me!



    

                   

This ain't right!



    

                   

Just let the people

hear the music.



    

                   

Y'all sitting here,

listenin' to this devil!



    

                   

You're just givin'

your money to Satan,

that's what you're doin'.



    

                   

Hold on,

y- you got a problem?



    

                   

Yeah, I got a problem!



    

                   

That's gospel

you're singin'!



    

                   

You're turning

God's music into sex.



    

                   

You're making

money off the Lord!



    

                   

Don't y'all smile at me!

All of y'all are in it, too!



    

                   

All of y'all are

going straight to hell!



    

                   

She's right.



    

                   

No, this here's wrong.



    

                   

The whole thing's wrong.



    

                   

It's okay. It's okay.

Let... let him go.



    

                   

You got a right to believe

in what you believe.



    

                   

You can go

to hell by yourself!



    

                   

Boss, you want

to cancel the show?



    

                   

Uh, no. I'm not gonna

cancel the show.



    

                   

Just find me

a bari player by tomorrow.



    

                   

I just want to ask

the folks right now:



    

                   

If all of y'all want me

to keep playing,

let me hear you say "Amen."



    

                   

Amen!



    

                   

And while you're at it,

find me a girl



    

                   

with church-training

that can sing



    

                   

but without

the church attitude.



    

                   

All right.



    

                   

Let's go, y'all.

Keep it going, here we go...



    

                   

Come on.



    

                   

  Let me tell you

'bout a girl I know  



    

                   

  She is my baby

and she lives next door  



    

                   

Ray, you got your watch?



    

                   

Yeah.



    

                   

Good. All right, baby,

your blue shirts are on top,



    

                   

the pants in between,

and the white shirts are

on the bottom.



    

                   

Here's your glasses.

There you go.



    

                   

Bea.



    

                   

Why don't you come,

go on the road with us?



    

                   

Look, baby, what would

I do on the road?



    

                   

You'd do what I say

you do, that's what

you're gonna do.



    

                   

I've been trying

to get a female voice

in the band, anyway.



    

                   

Can't you just

picture me wobbling

around on that stage,



    

                   

big as a house?



    

                   

Well, I can't picture you,

you know that.



    

                   

But I know

what I can do.



    

                   

Come on, now.

Don't start nothing

you can't finish.



    

                   

Jeff is waiting.



    

                   

You know I can't go

on the road with you,



    

                   

not with your baby inside me.



    

                   

Mmm-hmm.



    

                   

I'm gonna get

your shaving kit.



    

                   

Uh, Bea,

l... I got it.



    

                   

Bea, hold... hold on.



    

                   

Bea, let me get it.



    

                   

How long you been

hiding this from me?



    

                   

Ray!



    

                   

I'm your wife!



    

                   

Bea, l... I was just so

excited to see you.



    

                   

I forgot to leave it

back there with the band,

that's all.



    

                   

Let me...

Let me get it.



    

                   

Oh, it's just

a little medicine,

that's all, baby.



    

                   

That ain't medicine

to nobody, Ray.



    

                   

Don't be lyin' to yourself.



    

                   

It ain't like I'm

dealing it, baby.



    

                   

I just use it

to get a little taste.



    

                   

You don't taste poison,

Ray. It kills you.



    

                   

Now, you got to stop.



    

                   

I ain't got to do

a goddamn thing!



    

                   

What about me?

What about your baby?



    

                   

Bea.



    

                   

It ain't like

I'm new to this.



    

                   

If I felt like

this was jeopardizing

my music, or you,



    

                   

or providing

for that baby,



    

                   

I would stop in a minute.

But I know it won't.



    

                   

How do you know that,

Ray? How do...

How do you know that?



    

                   

You know what?

You can talk till

you're blue in the face,



    

                   

it don't matter.

I'm not gonna stop.



    

                   

Then I'm comin'

with you.



    

                   

No, no.



    

                   

Well, Ray,

you just said...



    

                   

No. No.

You know what it is, Bea.



    

                   

L... I think

it's like you said.



    

                   

I don't think that

the road is a place

for you and the baby.



    

                   

What are you

saying to me, Ray?



    

                   

What I'm sayin' is

that when I get home,



    

                   

I hope that you're

here at my house.



    

                   

Your house?



    

                   

Jeff, come get this bag.



    

                   

All right, Ray.



    

                   

Hey, Della Bea.



    

                   

You all right?



    

                   

  It brings a tear  



    

                   

  to my eyes  



    

                   

  When I began  



    

                   

  to realize  



    

                   

That's good,

thank you.



    

                   

How does she look?



    

                   

Very pretty.

Brown skin.



    

                   

  I guess I'll drown

in my own tears  



    

                   

Yeah, yeah.



    

                   

Uh, oh, yeah, that's great.

I really dig your sound.



    

                   

Uh, what was

your name again,

sweetheart?



    

                   

Oh, Mary Ann.

Mary Ann Fisher.



    

                   

Mary Ann Fisher.



    

                   

Uh, Mary Ann,

how would you feel



    

                   

if I asked you to sing

a torch song

with a gospel feel to it?



    

                   

Well, Gospel's all about

love anyway, isn't it?



    

                   

Oh, yeah.



    

                   

Would it make you

feel like a sinner?



    

                   

Well, Mr. Charles,

I love the Lord,

the Lord loves me.



    

                   

But I ain't no hypocrite.



    

                   

Hello. You know what?

It's hard to fool me,



    

                   

but it's impossible

to fool the Almighty,

ain't it?



    

                   

Why don't we rehearse

the song a little bit?



    

                   

Okay.



    

                   

Boss, we got to go.



    

                   

Go ahead. I'll be

with you in a minute.



    

                   

I just really feel your...

feel your spirit.



    

                   

Boss, are you sure?



    

                   

Let's go.



    

                   

  It brings a tear  



    

                   

  Into my eyes  



    

                   

  When I begin  



    

                   

  to realize  



    

                   

  I've cried so much  



    

                   

  Well, since you've

been gone  



    

                   

  I was drowning  



    

                   

  In my own tears  



    

                   

You're amazing.



    

                   

So are you, baby.

Uh, come sit next to me.



    

                   

So, what do you think?



    

                   

Ray, telephone.



    

                   

Take a message.



    

                   

It's Della Bea.



    

                   

Damn it.



    

                   

Uh, tell her I'm busy.



    

                   

Come on, man,

I ain't lying to Bea.



    

                   

Uh-oh.



    

                   

Is that the wife?



    

                   

Shut up.



    

                   

I-I'll be there

in a second.



    

                   

Don't mess with

this junk, all right?



    

                   

All it'll do is

make you sick.



    

                   

Does he have all

his fingers and toes?



    

                   

Yes, he does.



    

                   

Can he, uh...



    

                   

Can he see?



    

                   

Yes.



    

                   

You want to hold him?



    

                   

No, I can't.



    

                   

Come on, Ray.



    

                   

I wouldn't know

what to do it right.



    

                   

That's what you

came here for.



    

                   

Use this hand

to hold his head.



    

                   

Okay. Right there.



    

                   

That's your daddy.



    

                   

Yeah.



    

                   

He ain't no bigger

than a loaf of bread.



    

                   

Thank you.



    

                   

He's not my gift

to you, Ray.



    

                   

He's your son.



    

                   

You know I'm gonna take care

of both of you.

You know that, right?



    

                   

I love you.



    

                   

I love you, too, Ray.



    

                   

But there's

something I got to say.



    

                   

I know you're a musician,

a working musician,



    

                   

but don't bring the road

into our home again.



    

                   

The home I'm making

for you and our children.



    

                   

Bea, l... I promise

I won't do that.



    

                   

It... lt's just there's

some things...



    

                   

No. Now, don't

say no more.



    

                   

I ain't no fool.



    

                   

You know, you're

the only woman I'll ever love.



    

                   

Mama! Mama, help!



    

                   

Mama, help!

Mama, help, please!



    

                   

I need you!



    

                   

Mama, help!



    

                   

Mama!



    

                   

I hear you, too, Mama.

You're right there.



    

                   

Yeah, yes, I am.



    

                   

Why are you crying, Mama?



    

                   

'Cause I'm happy.



    

                   

Hey, it's Uncle Jeff!



    

                   

Got my camera!



    

                   

Sarah! Sarah!

Come on in.



    

                   

Put the flowers

right there behind them.



    

                   

All right, big smiles,

everybody. Big smiles.



    

                   

  Hello Mary Ann  



    

                   

  You know

you sure look fine  



    

                   

  Hello Mary Ann  



    

                   

  You know

you sure look fine  



    

                   

  Hello Mary Ann  



    

                   

  I could love you

all the time  



    

                   

  Oh Mary Ann  



    

                   

  I say baby don't you know?  



    

                   

  Oh Mary Ann  



    

                   

  Well baby, don't you know?  



    

                   

  Don't you know  



    

                   

  that I love you so?  



    

                   

  Oh, oh, oh  



    

                   

Hi, Junior.



    

                   

Come on, Ray,

let's get this boy home so

he can get something to eat.



    

                   

I have those cookies

you like.



    

                   

  Oh Mary Ann  



    

                   

  Can I take you

home tonight?  



    

                   

Boss, we try to make it

through these

cracker speed traps,



    

                   

we gonna be a little late.



    

                   

Yeah, just stay

within the limits.



    

                   

All right.



    

                   

Why don't we get

that spot in Memphis, huh?



    

                   

We could have our own place.



    

                   

Baby, I'm not

leaving Houston.



    

                   

I bet she don't do this.



    

                   

Oh, baby, hold on.



    

                   

Goodbye don't mean gone,

okay?



    

                   

I'm not gonna

leave my family.



    

                   

Okay, baby, okay.

No need to get sore.



    

                   

How about we give me

a little more to

do in the show, huh?



    

                   

How about a solo?



    

                   

You just don't stop,

do you?



    

                   

Look, I'm going up to New York

to do some publicity.



    

                   

You take a week off

and stay here,

find some material,



    

                   

and when I get back,

we can talk about it.



    

                   

Okay. Okay.



    

                   

Okay.



    

                   

Ah, you know what,

I dig New York, man.



    

                   

It's like everybody here's

making their own sound.



    

                   

They loved it. Ray,

they loved you.



    

                   

We're gonna

get the cover of Billboard.



    

                   

You know what, I want to

do a session while I'm here.

How about tomorrow?



    

                   

What, you got

the band here?



    

                   

Yeah. I've got

the band here

Step down.



    

                   

Everybody except Mary Ann,

because I need

a different background.



    

                   

You know what I'm sayin',

I've been hearing

this thing in my head,



    

                   

kind of like a dance

between a man and three women.



    

                   

Sounds fun.

Can I watch?



    

                   

It's a dance of voices,

Ahmet.



    

                   

W-What do you have in mind?

Like three Mary Anns?



    

                   

Oh, no, no, no.

That's too smooth.



    

                   

I need somethin'

that... that's more raw.



    

                   

The Cookies.



    

                   

What about The Cookies?



    

                   

Yeah... yeah, Cookies

are sweet.



    

                   

  If you don't want

you don't have to  



    

                   

  Get in trouble  



    

                   

  If you don't want

you don't have to  



    

                   

  Get in trouble  



    

                   

  If you don't want

you don't have to  



    

                   

  Get in trouble  



    

                   

  Say you better

leave my woman alone  



    

                   

  Well, I know

you are a playboy  



    

                   

  And you've got women

all over town  



    

                   

  But, listen buddy,

if you ever sweet-talk

my little girl  



    

                   

  I'm gonna

lay your body down  



    

                   

  If you don't want

you don't have to  



    

                   

  Get in trouble  



    

                   

  You know you don't want  



    

                   

  Oh yeah  



    

                   

  If you don't want

you don't have to  



    

                   

Jesus, he's on fire, huh?



    

                   

Maybe we should

sign these girls up.



    

                   

If I know Ray,

we won't get a chance.



    

                   

  You better leave  



    

                   

  You better leave  



    

                   

  Woman alone  



    

                   

  Woman alone  



    

                   

  I'm sayin'  



    

                   

  Leave woman alone  



    

                   

  You better leave  



    

                   

  Woman alone  



    

                   

  My woman alone  



    

                   

  If you don't want

you don't have to  



    

                   

  Get in trouble  



    

                   

  If you don't want

you don't have to  



    

                   

  Get in trouble  



    

                   

  If you don't want

you don't have to  



    

                   

  Get in trouble  



    

                   

  You better leave

my woman alone  



    

                   

  Woman alone  



    

                   

  My woman alone  



    

                   

It doesn't get

any better than that, Ray.



    

                   

Yeah, you know what,

I love it!



    

                   

We gonna put it out

just like that.



    

                   

You know, I never

got a record

in one take before!



    

                   

You Cookies sound sweet.

Mmm-hmm.



    

                   

When it's happening, baby,

I mean, it just feels right.



    

                   

I know what you mean.

I got the shivers

in this studio tonight.



    

                   

That's 'cause they ain't

paid the heating bill.



    

                   

I have a question for

all of you:



    

                   

How would you like to

go on the road with me?



    

                   

Wait... wait. How, um,

how much you gonna pay us?



    

                   

You know,

Ahmet takes care

of all of that.



    

                   

Oh, what, you mean

he don't listen to you?



    

                   

Yeah, you better know he does.



    

                   

Look, don't worry about it.

Brother Ray'll

take care of all of you.



    

                   

Well, my mama taught me to

take care of myself, honey.



    

                   

Is your mother here?



    

                   

No, she's not,

but I speak for us.



    

                   

No, you don't.



    

                   

Okay, Speak for Us,

how about, uh, ahem,

$   a week?



    

                   

$   a week is good.

We'll take $  . Each.



    

                   

$   each?



    

                   

You heard me.



    

                   

No, no, no.

Uh, how about $  ?



    

                   

We'll take $  .



    

                   

I better say yeah

before you talk me

out of my drawers.



    

                   

$   a week!



    

                   

Uh, deal?



    

                   

Oh! Yeah.



    

                   

Oh! Margie, right?

Yeah.



    

                   

Well, look, Margie,

from now on, you guys



    

                   

are going to be

called The Raelettes.



    

                   

Raelettes?



    

                   

Does that mean

we have to "Let Ray"?



    

                   

Oh, Lord! What am I going

to do with you?



    

                   

I'm sure you'll think

of somethin'.



    

                   

$   a week!



    

                   

We're going to be

The Raelettes!



    

                   

Fathead, come on,

you're on the clock.



    

                   

Come on, Bob,

you're late.



    

                   

All right,

hold on, Jeff. Listen up.



    

                   

From now on, we're gonna sing,

uh, four-part harmony.



    

                   

Ethel, I want you to sing,

uh, uh, alto.



    

                   

Margie, you sing tenor.

Pat, soprano,

and Mary Ann, bass.



    

                   

I ain't no bass.

I'm a soprano.



    

                   

I'll sing bass.



    

                   

I mean, where we come from,

we can sing anything.



    

                   

Mmm-hmm.



    

                   

We're talking about singing,

sugar, not hog calling.



    

                   

What?



    

                   

Oh, that's cold.



    

                   

Who are you

calling a hog?



    

                   

Well, if the corncob fits...



    

                   

You better shut your mouth

before you get...



    

                   

Wait a minute!

You stop now!



    

                   

Hey, hey, hey!

What is all the cackling for?



    

                   

Mary Ann, sweetheart,

I wrote something

special for you: A solo.



    

                   

A solo?



    

                   

Yeah. C-Come on down here,

let me play it for you.



    

                   

  What kind of man are you?  



    

                   

  Why do I love you so?  



    

                   

  What kind of man

are you?  



    

                   

  Yeah, yeah  



    

                   

  When you love me

no more  



    

                   

Ethel!



    

                   

Ethel! Come here and see

this new piano Ray got.



    

                   

It's called

a... a... a Wurlitzer.



    

                   

A what?



    

                   

You got to see this thing.

It's out of sight.



    

                   

Baby, I got your

drink here for you.



    

                   

Don't play that.



    

                   

Oh, she... she want me to

play something else.



    

                   

  What kind of man are you?  



    

                   

  I just can't satisfy  



    

                   

  What kind of man are you?  



    

                   

  Oh, yeah  



    

                   

  No matter how I try  



    

                   

Oh! Oh! Oh!



    

                   

We got some hell

going on, gentlemen!



    

                   

Now, this is a car.

This is a car!



    

                   

Looks like

a damn Wieniemobile!



    

                   

Lookie here!



    

                   

Come on,

let's take it for a spin!



    

                   

Since I'm the boss,

you got to let me drive.



    

                   

Don't hit nothing,

Ray.



    

                   

  What Kind Of Man Are You?  



    

                   

  I'm always left alone  



    

                   

Ooh! You okay?



    

                   

Yeah.



    

                   

What room are you in?



    

                   

  .



    

                   

Ooh, honey,

you are so nasty.



    

                   

That's what

I love about you.



    

                   

No, seriously,

what room are you in?



    

                   

Uh, I'm in    .



    

                   

   .



    

                   

Yeah.



    

                   

Baby, I can't wait

till we get to your room!



    

                   

Here's    .

Right here.



    

                   

Where's the key?



    

                   

You have to get it.



    

                   

I have to find it?



    

                   

Is that it?



    

                   

It might be.





 

                   

I'm not going to

unbuckle your pants yet.



 

                   

Let's get you in.



 

                   

Miss Mary Ann Fisher,

ladies and gentlemen.



 

                   

Wait till you see what I got

in the goodie bag.



 

                   

Goodie bag?



 

                   

Gonna fly you to

the moon, baby.



 

                   

Let me get

your hand, Ray.



 

                   

There go three.

That's for you.



 

                   

I thought you was

my friend, Fathead.



  

                   

The weight is off.



  

                   

Don't start with me, Ray.



  

                   

The weight is off.



  

                   

It ain't off.



  

                   

When you get high, man,

and you try to cop,



  

                   

those dealers spank your ass.



  

                   

You gotta have

more discipline.



  

                   

You know what, man?

I ain't messing up

my high tonight,



  

                   

sitting here with you,

arguing about nothin'.



  

                   

Look, Fathead,

just tie me off.



  

                   

Come on, Fathead. Fat.



  

                   

Take care of

your bad self,

you know so damn much.



  

                   

Later, Margie.



  

                   

Bye, Fathead.



  

                   

Damn.



  

                   

Ain't nothing free

in this world but Jesus.



  

                   

Hey, Margie.



  

                   

Yeah?

What do you want?



  

                   

Do me a favor, sweetheart,

and... and pick that up for me.



  

                   

You're going to

have to get me off.



  

                   

I'll do it,

if you let me try some.



  

                   

Shit. No, honey.



  

                   

This ain't for

no little girls.



  

                   

I ain't no little girl!



  

                   

I understand.

It's just that this stuff



  

                   

will take you places

that you don't want to go.



  

                   

See, I want to share

that with you.



  

                   

Listen to me!



  

                   

If I ever hear about you

doing some drugs



  

                   

you're through, you hear me?



  

                   

You believe that

more than you

believe in Jesus!



  

                   

Don't say that,

Ray.



  

                   

Ray!



  

                   

Ray, I watch your show

every single night.



  

                   

And every night

is new to me.



  

                   

Maybe because

it's new to you.



  

                   

It's like you live

every single word



  

                   

and then you

bend some crazy note,



  

                   

And damn if you

don't break my heart.



  

                   

You got genius, baby.



  

                   

I just want to

be a part of that.



  

                   

Just want to be

a part of that.



  

                   

  You know the night time,

darling  



  

                   

  Night and day  



  

                   

  Is the right time  



  

                   

  Night and day  



  

                   

  To be  



  

                   

  Night and day  



  

                   

  With the one you love, now  



  

                   

  Night and day  



  

                   

  Say now oh baby  



  

                   

  Night and day  



  

                   

  When I come home baby, now  



  

                   

  Night and day  



  

                   

  I want you to hold my hand  



  

                   

  Night and day  



  

                   

  Yeah, tight as you can  



  

                   

  Night and day  



  

                   

  I know the night time  



  

                   

  Night and day  



  

                   

  Whoa, is the right time  



  

                   

  Night and day  



  

                   

  To be with the one

you love, now  



  

                   

  Night and day  



  

                   

  You know what

I'm thinking of  



  

                   

  Night and day  



  

                   

  Whoa!

Sing your song, Margie  



  

                   

  Night and day  



  

                   

  Baby  



  

                   

  Night and day  



  

                   

  Baby  



  

                   

  Night and day  



  

                   

  Oh, baby  



  

                   

  Night and day  



  

                   

  Do I love you?  



  

                   

  Night and day  



  

                   

  No one above you  



  

                   

  Night and day  



  

                   

  Hold me tight  



  

                   

Look at him.

Look at his

knees shaking.



  

                   

He's got that

junkie itch.



  

                   

  Because the night time  



  

                   

He's totally hooked.



  

                   

  Oh, is the right time  



  

                   

Yeah, but listen

to that sound.

He's brilliant.



  

                   

You can never trust

a junkie, man.



  

                   

What do you want me to do?

Listen to him, man.



  

                   

  I said baby  



  

                   

  Night and day  



  

                   

  Baby  



   

                   

  Night and day  



   

                   

  Baby  



   

                   

  Night and day  



   

                   

  Oh, baby  



   

                   

  Night and day  



   

                   

Happy birthday!



   

                   

Happy birthday!

Happy birthday, Ray!



   

                   

You know what to do.



   

                   

Take a deep breath.

Go ahead.



   

                   

He blow them out?



   

                   

Every single one.



   

                   

  I know the night time  



   

                   

  Night and day  



   

                   

  Everyday is the right time  



   

                   

  Night and day  



   

                   

  Night and day  



   

                   

  You know  



   

                   

  Night and day  



   

                   

You know what,

l... I just want to

thank you so very much.



   

                   

Please, uh,

another round of applause

for Miss Margie Hendricks.



   

                   

Thank you so much,

and good night.



   

                   

Hey, you see

what time it is?



   

                   

What's the problem?



   

                   

The problem is

on the contract.

That's the problem.



   

                   

Ray! Ray! You still

got    minutes left.



   

                   

Okay, what you want to do?



   

                   

That fool's holding us

to every second

of the contract.



   

                   

Go... go baby-sit him.

I'll take care of it.



   

                   

It's okay.



   

                   

You know what, they say

we got a little bit

more work to do.



   

                   

That was the last song

in the book, Ray.



   

                   

You know, Fathead,

it ain't never the last song.



   

                   

Now, band, follow me

and do what I do,

say what I say.



   

                   

This is how we gonna do it.



   

                   

  Hey mama,

don't you treat me wrong  



   

                   

  Come and love your daddy

all night long  



   

                   

  It's all right  



   

                   

  Whoa, it's all right  



   

                   

  Hey, hey, hey, yeah  



   

                   

  See the girl

with the diamond ring  



   

                   

  She knows how to

shake that thing  



   

                   

  Whoa, it's all right  



   

                   

  Hey, hey, hey, yeah  



   

                   

That's what I'm talking about.



   

                   

  Tell your mama,

tell your pa  



   

                   

  I'm gonna send you back

to Arkansas  



   

                   

  Oh yes, ma'am,

you don't do right  



   

                   

  Don't do right  



   

                   

  What'd I say?  



   

                   

  Tell me what'd I say  



   

                   

  Tell me what'd I say  



   

                   

Where can I get

that record from?



   

                   

I don't know.

It doesn't exist yet.



   

                   

I'll tell Ray

he should record it.



   

                   

  Oh, no  



   

                   

  Mmm  



   

                   

  Mmm  



   

                   

  Ooh  



   

                   

  Ooh  



   

                   

  Eee  

  Eee  



   

                   

  Ooh  

  Ooh  



   

                   

  It's all right  



   

                   

  Baby, it's all right  



   

                   

  Baby, it's all right  



   

                   

  Oh, it's all right  

  Baby, it's all right  



   

                   

  Mama, it's all right  



   

                   

  Baby, it's all right  



   

                   

  It's all right  



   

                   

  It's all right  



   

                   

  It's all right, now  



   

                   

Yeah, that's it.



   

                   

Oh, this is it.



   

                   

I'm telling you,

that is out of sight.

That's a hit.



   

                   

It's fantastic, Ray.

But what the hell are we

gonna do with this?



   

                   

It's too damn long.



   

                   

Every night we play this, man,

we bring the house down.



   

                   

I'm telling you,

it's guaranteed.



   

                   

Tom, cut the playback!



   

                   

Come on out here.



   

                   

  Baby, it's all right  



   

                   

You know what, Ray,

you're probably right.



   

                   

I mean,

I'm sure you're right.



   

                   

I've never heard

a sound like this before.



   

                   

But how the hell are

we gonna market this?



   

                   

We could cut the second verse,

pop back into the chorus.



   

                   

Man, you cut that,

I'll cut you in half.



   

                   

All right, all right,

Ray. Ahem.



   

                   

We could, uh,

split it up.



   

                   

Do a Side AISide B

type of thing.



   

                   

It's been done before.

What the hell, right?



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

It's s-sexual.



   

                   

It's just too

damn sexual for kids.



   

                   

Let's do it.



   

                   

Yeah, baby!

That's why

I love y'all, man.



   

                   

All right. What the hell?

It's Atlantic, right?



   

                   

Atlantic!



   

                   

We'll release it

in the summer.



   

                   

There's less censorship,

school's out.



   

                   

The kids are ready

to kick loose.



   

                   

Ha, okay!



   

                   

Tom, let's see

if we can cut

this pumpkin in two.



   

                   

Show me what your

genius is all about.



   

                   

You got it, boss.



   

                   

Yeah, that is it.

You put one on Side A,

put another on Side B.



   

                   

Man, that sounds

out of sight.



   

                   

How you feeling, Ray?



   

                   

I feel groovy, baby.



   

                   

I'm talking about the junk.

What?



   

                   

It's starting

to show.



   

                   

You're scratching

all the time.



   

                   

You can't sit still.



   

                   

Hey, man, have I ever

missed a date?



   

                   

No, you never have.



   

                   

Who's the one

who delivers a record

in one take, hmm?



   

                   

Ray, you deliver better

than anybody I know



   

                   

but I'm not talking to you

as a businessman.



   

                   

Now come on,

listen to me.



   

                   

I'm worried about you.



   

                   

As a friend,

I'm telling you, man,

your slip is hanging.



   

                   

"Your slip is hanging."



   

                   

You been hanging out

with us country boys

too much, man.



   

                   

Uh, don't worry about this,

man. If this monkey gets

too heavy on my back,



   

                   

I'll get an organ grinder,

man, and put him to work.



   

                   

  One more time  



   

                   

  One more time  



   

                   

He's off the Chitlin' Circuit.



   

                   

Down Beat voted him

Best Male Jazz Vocalist

by a  -to-  margin.



   

                   

Well, if you want to keep him

in Philadelphia,



   

                   

you're going to find him

a bigger venue.



   

                   

  Make me feel so good  



   

                   

What'd I Say!



   

                   

  Make me feel so good  



   

                   

  Make me feel so good  



   

                   

  Make me feel so good, yeah  



   

                   

Forget second billing.



   

                   

Ray Charles headlines

at a thousand per

or no deal.



   

                   

  Make me feel so good, yeah  



   

                   

Terrific.



   

                   

  Make me feel so fine  



   

                   

  Make me feel so fine  



   

                   

  Make me feel so fine  



   

                   

  Make me feel so fine  



   

                   

  Baby, it's all right  



   

                   

  Baby, it's all right  



   

                   

Ray, I'm... I'm having

second thoughts about this.



   

                   

I don't... I don't know

nobody in L.A.



   

                   

Bea, I don't want my kids

growing up in the South.



   

                   

Now, L.A. Is where,

you know, a Negro can

spread his wings and fly.



   

                   

Ray, my whole family's

in Texas.



   

                   

That's why

we're moving to L.A.



   

                   

Tell you what, Jeff,

tell the boys

they can go ahead



   

                   

and start their

vacation right now.



   

                   

All right, boss.

Once I get you inside.



   

                   

  Make me feel all right  



   

                   

Look at that

huge coconut tree!



   

                   

That ain't

no coconut tree, Della.

That's a palm tree.



   

                   

There's thousands

of them.



   

                   

Okay.



   

                   

Here's the keys

to your life,

a brand-new life.



   

                   

Oh, Ray.



   

                   

Ray, this is too much.



   

                   

Have you seen

the dining room?



   

                   

But, baby,

it's October.



   

                   

But you know what,

I wanted to

celebrate early,



   

                   

because the band

is gonna be playing

during the holidays.



   

                   

You are unbelievable.



   

                   

Look at your presents.



   

                   

Baby, look at what

Santa brought you.



   

                   

You must have been good.



   

                   

Go ahead!

Christmas is early,

baby!



   

                   

Go get it.



   

                   

What's he taken?

A guitar.



   

                   

A musician just

like your daddy.



   

                   

Can you play?



   

                   

Hello?



   

                   

What else you got?



   

                   

What's that?



   

                   

How'd you get this number?



   

                   

How do you think I got it?



   

                   

Put Ray on the phone.



   

                   

Ray, telephone.



   

                   

Deal with it, man.



   

                   

Ray, it's important.

Telephone.



   

                   

I-I'll be right back.



   

                   

All right.



   

                   

Who is it?



   

                   

It's Margie, man.



   

                   

Junior, come... come

and help your mama

change your brother's diaper.



   

                   

I don't want to go.



   

                   

I want to stay and

open my presents.



   

                   

All right, come on!

I don't want to go.



   

                   

I don't care.

Don't let me tell you twice.



   

                   

Hello.

Hey, baby.



   

                   

Surprise! I came to L.A.

To surprise you.



   

                   

Surprise me?

Are you out of your mind?



   

                   

I'm with my wife

and my kids.



   

                   

Well, on the road,

I'm Mrs. Ray Charles.



   

                   

That's on the road.



   

                   

Yeah, but, baby, come on,

I got everything

set up for us.



   

                   

Did you hear what

I just said to you, huh?



   

                   

Oh, wait a minute,

baby, look,

I got a bottle of Bols, and...



   

                   

Shut up. Shut up.

Listen, we record in

two weeks, okay?



   

                   

I'll see you then.



   

                   

Wait a minute, Ray!

Bye.



   

                   

Ray!



   

                   

  One of these days,

and it won't be long  



   

                   

  You're gonna look for me  



   

                   

  and I'll be gone  



   

                   

  'Cause I believe  



   

                   

  I believe, yes  



   

                   

  I say I believe right now  



   

                   

  I believe  



   

                   

  Yes I believe  



   

                   

  Well I believe

to my soul now  



   

                   

  You're tryin' to make

a fool of me  



   

                   

  I believe, yes I believe  



   

                   

Hold on, wait, wait.



   

                   

Cut, cut, cut.

You know, y'all know

that sounds off.



   

                   

Ahem, you know what,

the three-part harmony is off.



   

                   

Let's start it

all over again, uh,

from the top with the band.



   

                   

  I believe it,

I believe it  



   

                   

Whoa, pardner!

Uh, what was that?



   

                   

I knew you'd like that,

Ray. It's an eight-track.

We just got it.



   

                   

We can record

each part separately.



   

                   

Whoa, Nellie! You know,

I can't wait to see that.



   

                   

What's so funny?



   

                   

Nothing, "pardner."



   

                   

Margie's drunk. Jeff?



   

                   

You should go home

and sleep it off.



   

                   

Margie, come on now,

let me take you home.



   

                   

No! I'll leave when I'm good

and goddamn ready!



   

                   

She's good and goddamn

ready right now.



   

                   

Why don't you make me

leave this, sucker!



   

                   

Teach you to treat me

like some piece of meat!



   

                   

I ain't shutting up!



   

                   

Should we get in there?

No.



   

                   

Get them all out, right now.



   

                   

You'll have to make me leave!



   

                   

You know what, Jeff?

Get all of them out of here.



   

                   

You're a cold-ass bastard!



   

                   

Let go of me, Jeff!



   

                   

You're a cold-ass bastard,

Ray!



   

                   

See, he wouldn't spit on me

if my ass was on fire!



   

                   

Damn right I wouldn't.



   

                   

Put me down, Jeff!

Put me down! Damn it!



   

                   

You dropped your shoe.



   

                   

All right, come on,

let's get back to work.



   

                   

Tom, this is

what I want you to do.



   

                   

We'll lay my vocals down

and finish the harmony parts.



   

                   

Uh, how're we gonna do

the harmonies, Ray?



   

                   

You sent the girls home.



   

                   

I know what I did

with the girls.

Let me take care of that.



   

                   

You just turn that

eight-track on, and I'll do

the girls' parts myself.



   

                   

And go out here

somewhere and find me

an "Oh, Johnny" girl.



   

                   

Uh, one minute.



   

                   

What the hell's

an "Oh, Johnny" girl?



   

                   

I think I've got an idea.



   

                   

  Last night

you were dreaming  



   

                   

  and I heard you say  



   

                   

  Oh, Johnny!  



   

                   

  When you know

my name is Ray  



   

                   

  That's why

I believe right now  



   

                   

  I believe  



   

                   

  Yes I believe  



   

                   

  I say I believe right now  



   

                   

  I believe  



   

                   

  Yes I believe  



   

                   

The sky's the limit, Ray.



   

                   

I got you

a $    -a-night raise.



   

                   

They're gonna up you

to    per.



   

                   

Rehearsal in

   minutes.



   

                   

Jeff, could you get

me some cigarettes?



   

                   

Okay, boss.



   

                   

   per, huh?



   

                   

You know, Ray,

your contract with Atlantic

is expiring in four months.



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

Yeah, I've got

the contract with me.



   

                   

They're going to

double my royalties.



   

                   

Before we jump back

in that pond,



   

                   

I thought I'd find out

what else was out there.



   

                   

I had a very productive chat

with ABC-Paramount yesterday.



   

                   

ABC? Who told you

to do that, huh?



   

                   

And you know,

Atlantic is family,

just like the Shaw Agency.



   

                   

Ray, my job is to get you

the best deal possible.



   

                   

ABC is very interested.



   

                   

No.



   

                   

How interested?



   

                   

How about

a $      advance

each year for three years?



   

                   

You produce

your own records.



   

                   

They'll deduct recording costs

and give you



   

                   

   percent.



   

                   

Ahmet and Jerry are

flying in tonight,



   

                   

so will you put them off

until I can talk

things out with ABC?



   

                   

Well, my mama said,

ain't nothing wrong

with talking.



   

                   

Hey, enough of

the formalities.



   

                   

Come on, let's go back

into the office, Ray.



   

                   

I hope I can call you Ray.



   

                   

I want you to be

comfortable here.



   

                   

Because I'll tell you

something, everything is

gonna be better at ABC.



   

                   

Moving from an indie label

to a major



   

                   

means you can sell

a lot more records,



   

                   

as well as attract

much larger crowds,

both white and Negro.



   

                   

Yeah, but Mr. Clark,

you know, I've been

at Atlantic for so long,



   

                   

I just want to give

those guys a chance, you know,

to at least match the offer.



   

                   

Mm-hmm.

Oh, certainly, certainly.



   

                   

But, uh, I doubt

they'll be able to.



   

                   

We're giving you

a state-of-the-art deal here.



   

                   

Well, you know, since I'm

producing my own records,

I was wondering if I could



   

                   

uh, own my masters, too.



   

                   

Well,



   

                   

Ray, we've... we've never

done that before.



   

                   

No record company has.



   

                   

Well, I think I'm going to

have to have it that way for

me to leave Atlantic Records.



   

                   

Ahmet believes

we're family here at Atlantic.



   

                   

I believe we're family

here at Atlantic.



   

                   

Obviously, you don't!



   

                   

Ahmet wouldn't believe it.



   

                   

You know what he said, Ray?



   

                   

He said you would never

turn your back on us.



   

                   

Never for a schlockmeister

like Sam Clark!



   

                   

That's rich.

Sam Clark's a corporate slug,



   

                   

who wouldn't know

the difference between

Earl Hines and Art Tatum!



   

                   

We let you grow here, Ray.



   

                   

And nobody's taking

credit for your talent,

but we nourished it.



   

                   

We let you do your thing.



   

                   

God damn it!

We deserve better than this.



   

                   

You know what,

don't think that

I don't appreciate



   

                   

everything you guys

have done here, Jerry.



   

                   

Ahmet, I'm very

proud of the work that

we've done here together.



   

                   

But, Atlantic has done

pretty good money-wise

on my records, haven't they?



   

                   

Yes, we've done

very well, Ray.



   

                   

You... you were the ones that

taught me that making a record

is business,



   

                   

and find the best

business deal you can.



   

                   

Now,    cents of every dollar,

and owning my own masters



   

                   

is a pretty damn

good deal.



   

                   

Can you match it?



   

                   

Ray, we would love to

match it, but we just can't.



   

                   

That's a better deal

than Sinatra gets.



   

                   

I'm very proud of you.



   

                   

Looks like those boys

are going to get

a taste of country dumb.



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

He'll be all right, man.



   

                   

You guys

always do find the best.



   

                   

  Georgia  



   

                   

  Georgia  



   

                   

  The whole day through  



   

                   

  The whole day through  



   

                   

  Just an old sweet song  



   

                   

  Keeps Georgia on my mind  



   

                   

  Georgia on my mind  



   

                   

  I said Georgia  



   

                   

  Georgia  



   

                   

Listen to that crap.



   

                   

Thought you said that

ABC wasn't going to

force nothing on him.



   

                   

They didn't.



   

                   

It was Ray's idea.



   

                   

Something new.



   

                   

What are we then, Jeff?

Something old?



   

                   

Yeah, what about us?

We got to eat, too.



   

                   

  Other arms should

reach out to me  



   

                   

  Other eyes smile tenderly  



   

                   

  Still in the peaceful dreams

I see  



   

                   

  The road leads back

to you  



   

                   

It's a hit record.



   

                   

What the hell

is wrong with that?



   

                   

Critics say you've gone

middle-of-the-road.



   

                   

The orchestra, the choir,

The Perry Como Show, man?



   

                   

If I feel the music,

that means it's real.



   

                   

No, it ain't.

Ray Charles is a sellout.



   

                   

The blind Liberace,

leaving those Rocking

Chair roots behind.



   

                   

Quincy Jones.



   

                   

Can we get a picture

of these two guys?



   

                   

Six-nine!

Hey, boy.



   

                   

Look, here, uh,

this interview is over.



   

                   

I'd love to

get you two together, man.



   

                   

S-some other time.



   

                   

Look at you.

How's it going, man?

You look good.



   

                   

Let me look at you.

You look good, too.



   

                   

You hear what they're

saying about me?



   

                   

I just said that l... I

can't do it no more.

I've gone middle-of-the-road.



   

                   

So crank out

another hit.



   

                   

Let me tell you something,



   

                   

it ain't easy

to keep on being greezy, kid.



   

                   

Where you blow in from?



   

                   

Paris.



   

                   

Bonjour.



   

                   

Yeah, man.

France is where it's at.



   

                   

Yeah, man. And all that stuff

you've been playing,



   

                   

man, it's just...

it really feels out of sight.



   

                   

You know, we gotta

record something together.



   

                   

I mean, people will

really dig it.



   

                   

So, where you going

after the Festival?



   

                   

Oh, l... I go to D.C., Richmond,

uh, Virginia, Georgia.



   

                   

You know what, once you

get the record out there,

you gotta sell it.



   

                   

The South, man?



   

                   

I'm not doing that no more.



   

                   

Hey, come on, kid,

that's where

the money is, baby.



   

                   

You know, When I left Seattle

with Hamp,



   

                   

we went down there, man.



   

                   

And it felt like

I walked into a prison cell.



   

                   

You know, a black man

is a "boy" in Mississippi, Ray.



   

                   

Even if he's    years old.



   

                   

I'm never playing

to Jim Crow again. Ever.



   

                   

If that's what you feel, baby.



   

                   

I'm serious, Ray.

Man, we gotta do something.



   

                   

Well, you know,

what... what the hell, man.



   

                   

You're just going

to leave a lot more money

on the table for me.



   

                   

You're welcome to it,

man.



   

                   

You ready to work?



   

                   

Work on what?



   

                   

Get over here, you gotta

help me with this.



   

                   

Percy just sent me

some new music.



   

                   

You know what

they're saying about me?



   

                   

Said I've lost something,

said I've gone

middle-of-the-road.



   

                   

They may as well say

the same thing about you.



   

                   

You were the soul

of this band.



   

                   

Now every time you're around,

you're just drunk.



   

                   

Drunk soul

of a blind junkie.



   

                   

What a lovely couple.



   

                   

Why don't you

just get out of here?



   

                   

I ain't drunk, Ray.



   

                   

I'm pregnant.



   

                   

Yeah, that's right.

I'm having your baby.



   

                   

You ain't really...

You... you can't do that.



   

                   

I'm gonna have to

talk to the doctor.



   

                   

You gotta get rid of it.



   

                   

My God!



   

                   

What, because

I'm not your precious Bea?



   

                   

I'm not good enough

to have this baby?



   

                   

You lay up

in my bed every night.



   

                   

My bed!



   

                   

I'm gonna have this baby, Ray.



   

                   

No, Ray! No!

Come on, come on.

Come on, just listen.



   

                   

Just listen to me.



   

                   

You know

I care about you, baby.



   

                   

I won't let

nothing happen to you.

I'll pay for everything.



   

                   

No!



   

                   

It's gonna cost you

more than money.



   

                   

I want you to leave her, Ray.

Come and be with our baby.



   

                   

You out of your damn mind.

You knew the rules

when you got into this.



   

                   

You know goddamn well

I ain't gonna

leave my family.



   

                   

Leave your family?



   

                   

You are a damn fool,

you know that?



   

                   

Between the dope

and the music and me,



   

                   

you already done left

your damn family!



   

                   

You know what

the sad part about it is,

Ray, you don't even know it.



   

                   

You know what?



   

                   

From now on, it's strictly

business between you and me.



   

                   

Yeah, that's it. That's it.

Keep that anger.



   

                   

  Hit the road, Jack  



   

                   

  And don't you come back

no more  



   

                   

  no more,

no more, no more  



   

                   

  Hit the road, Jack  



   

                   

  and don't you come back

no more  



   

                   

  You ain't right,

hit the road Jack  



   

                   

  Don't you come back

no more  



   

                   

  no more,

no more, no more  



   

                   

  Hit the road, Jack  



   

                   

  and don't come back

no more  



   

                   

  What you sayin'?  



   

                   

  Hit the road Jack  



   

                   

  And don't come back

no more  



   

                   

  no more,

no more, no more  



   

                   

  Hit the road Jack  



   

                   

  And don't you come back

no more  



   

                   

  Now baby, listen baby  



   

                   

  don't-a treat me

this-a way  



   

                   

  For I'll be back

on my feet some day  



   

                   

  Don't care if you do

'cause it's understood  



   

                   

  You ain't got no money,

you just ain't no good  



   

                   

  Well, I guess

if you say so  



   

                   

  I'd have to pack my things

and go  



   

                   

  That's right  



   

                   

  Hit the road, Jack  



   

                   

  And don't you come back

no more  



   

                   

  no more,

no more, no more  



   

                   

  Hit the road Jack  



   

                   

  And don't you come back

no more  



   

                   

  What you sayin'?  



   

                   

Hey, Ray, it's Sam.



   

                   

Can you hear me? It's Sam!



   

                   

Yeah, hey, Hit the Road

is our second number one.



   

                   

Yeah. ABC is taking out ads

in all the trades.



   

                   

Yeah, oh, and congrats

on your Grammy nomination.



   

                   

No, no, no I know

you're going to win.



   

                   

Hey, you feeling all right?



   

                   

Well, come on, baby,

be happy.

You're doing good.



   

                   

Thank you, Sam.



   

                   

I really am happy about that.



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

I'll stop by Jeff's room

and get my money

on my way out.



   

                   

Ray.



   

                   

Margie, you ain't gotta leave,

baby.



   

                   

I'm on your hit record.



   

                   

If I'm ever going to go solo,

then now's the time.



   

                   

Yeah, l... I don't want you...



   

                   

I don't want you to go solo.



   

                   

Ray, for once,

I'm doing something for me.



   

                   

You remember the hummingbird,

right?



   

                   

What?



   

                   

The hummingbird, Bea.



   

                   

And I don't want you to go.



   

                   

Somebody will fetch you



   

                   

when your bus

gets to St. Augustine.



   

                   

And when you get there,

show them this sign,



   

                   

and tell them you're name is

Ray Charles Robinson.



   

                   

And them sandwiches I made,

don't eat 'em all at once.

You hear?



   

                   

Oh, please,

don't make me go away.



   

                   

I'll keep up

with the normal kids.



   

                   

I'll be good,

just like George.



   

                   

This ain't got nothing

to do with George.



   

                   

I've taken you

as far as I can, baby.



   

                   

Them teachers

at that blind school, they can

teach you things I can't.



   

                   

And you need an education

in this world.



   

                   

I don't want

no education!



   

                   

Don't say that!



   

                   

I don't!

I want to stay with you!



   

                   

Stop it, Ray!



   

                   

I won't have you living

hand-to-mouth like me,

you hear?



   

                   

Now listen, if you

want to do something

to make your mama proud,



   

                   

promise me, promise me

you'll never let nobody

turn you into no cripple.



   

                   

You won't become

no charity case.



   

                   

You'll stand on

your own two feet.



   

                   

I promise.



   

                   

I love you, baby.



   

                   

I'm so proud of you.



   

                   

No more segregation!



   

                   

No more segregation!

No more segregation!



   

                   

No more segregation!

No more segregation!



   

                   

No more segregation!

No more segregation!



   

                   

No more segregation!

No more segregation!



   

                   

No more segregation!

No more segregation!



   

                   

Welcome back to Augusta, Ray!



   

                   

Hey, good to see you.



   

                   

No more segregation!

No more segregation!



   

                   

Do you believe

in the protest, Ray?



   

                   

Get out of here!



   

                   

Ray, I'm sorry about this.

Hurry on up inside.



   

                   

We got refreshments

waiting.



   

                   

Mr. Charles!

Mr. Charles!



   

                   

You know tonight's show

is segregated?



   

                   

The dance floor

is whites only.



   

                   

Negroes can't leave

the balcony.



   

                   

That's how it is, man.

You know, this is Georgia.



   

                   

You think we don't know that?



   

                   

Negroes are persecuted

in this state every day!



   

                   

Ain't nothing

I can do about that.



   

                   

I'm an entertainer.

And... and we all gotta

play Jim Crow down here.



   

                   

I'm sorry, man.

Now get out of here, boy.



   

                   

It doesn't have to

be that way.



   

                   

You could change things,

right here and now!



   

                   

I'm sorry, son.

Ain't nothing I can do.



   

                   

You hear that, boy?

That's the way things are.



   

                   

Ain't nothing

or nobody can change it.



   

                   

Now get your black ass

out of here, and take

that trash with you!



   

                   

Hold on... hold on.

He... he's right.

He's right, Jeff.



   

                   

Get them on the bus.



   

                   

You sure?



   

                   

Get them back on the bus!



   

                   

Y'all heard him!

Y'all heard Ray!



   

                   

Back on the bus!



   

                   

Are you serious?



   

                   

Get them on the bus.



   

                   

I can't do nothing here.



   

                   

Ray, you know me.



   

                   

I'm not gonna lose money

just because you suddenly

got religion.



   

                   

Ain't nothing I can do, man.



   

                   

We have a contract with me.

You break it,

I'll sue your ass!



   

                   

I'll win, Ray!

You gotta do

what you gotta do.



   

                   

Look, I'll win big!



   

                   

Do what you gotta do.



   

                   

I told you,

I'll own your ass, Ray!



   

                   

Thank you, Mr. Charles.



   

                   

You could be the first.



   

                   

No, thank you, son.

You were right.



   

                   

You're right.



   

                   

You'll never

work Georgia again!



   

                   

He filed a lawsuit and

it's more than a fine, Ray.



   

                   

This guy's got juice.

He can get you barred from

ever playing Georgia again.



   

                   

But he's willing to drop

the suit if you'll

make up the gig.



   

                   

Not if it's segregated.



   

                   

Ray,



   

                   

I admire

what you're doing, man,

but you can't afford this.



   

                   

Georgia is

our highest-grossing state.



   

                   

I'm not playing any more

to Jim Crow joints ever again,

did you got that?



   

                   

Yeah. I got it.



   

                   

Jeff, get those people in here

so we can rehearse.



   

                   

Com on, y'all, let's go.



   

                   

  Unchain my heart  



   

                   

  Unchain my heart  



   

                   

  Baby, let me be  



   

                   

  Unchain my heart  



   

                   

  Unchain my heart  



   

                   

  Unchain my heart  



   

                   

  'Cause you don't

care about me  



   

                   

  Unchain my heart  



   

                   

  Why lead me

through a life of misery  



   

                   

  When you don't care

a bag of beans for me  



   

                   

  So unchain my heart

oh please,

please set me free  



   

                   

Now, go ahead and dance!



   

                   

Let's dance, everybody!



   

                   

Come on!



   

                   

Let's dance now!



   

                   

Charles, you okay?



   

                   

Yeah. What's going on?



   

                   

Just kids onstage dancing.



   

                   

Well, let them dance.

That's what they're here for.



   

                   

Please don't hurt them!

Just keep dancing!



   

                   

Keep going!

Keep going!



   

                   

  I'm under your spell  



   

                   

  Like a man in a trance  



   

                   

  But I know darn well  



   

                   

  That I don't

stand a chance  



   

                   

  So unchain my heart  



   

                   

  Unchain my heart  



   

                   

  Let me go my way  



   

                   

  Unchain my heart  



   

                   

  Unchain my heart  



   

                   

  You worry me

night and day  



   

                   

  Unchain my heart  



   

                   

  Why lead me

through a life of misery  



   

                   

  When you don't care

a bag of beans for me  



   

                   

  So unchain my heart,

oh please,

please set me free  



   

                   

  Please set me free  



   

                   

  Oh won't you

set me free  



   

                   

  Please set me free  



   

                   

  Whoa, set me free  



   

                   

  Please set me free  



   

                   

Mr. Charles,

it's Western Union!



   

                   

We have a telegram

for you.



   

                   

You have to sign

for it, sir.



   

                   

I'm coming.



   

                   

Indianapolis police.

Got a report of loud music

coming from here.



   

                   

Where do you think

you're going, pal?



   

                   

I'm just going

to the bathroom.



   

                   

Handcuff

this son of a bitch.



   

                   

Recognize this, Ray?

Heroin's a felony.



   

                   

It ain't like

I'm dealing it, man.



   

                   

I'm not hurting nobody.



   

                   

Oh, no, you're

hurting everybody.



   

                   

Your jungle music is

poisoning our kids' minds.



   

                   

Hey, I'm gonna put

your black ass away forever.



   

                   

You have to understand.

I got... I got a wife,

I got kids.



   

                   

I got responsibilities.



   

                   

Why don't you tell that story

to these people.



   

                   

Bring them in!



   

                   

Ray! Was it a setup, Ray?



   

                   

How long you

been on heroin?



   

                   

Come on, Ray.



   

                   

What did they

charge you with?



   

                   

  You give your hand to me  



   

                   

  And then you say, hello  



   

                   

  And I can hardly speak  



   

                   

  My heart is beating so  



   

                   

  And anyone can tell  



   

                   

  You think you know me well  



   

                   

  But you,

you don't know me at all  



   

                   

Hi, baby.



   

                   

David.



   

                   

Uh, uh, Bea, he can stay.



   

                   

No. Baby, come on.



   

                   

Bea?

What?



   

                   

You know, since I got back...



   

                   

Since you got out.



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

Well, since I got here,

you haven't said more than

two words to me.



   

                   

Ray, what am I

supposed to say?



   

                   

My words don't seem to

mean much to you anymore.



   

                   

Maybe they never did.



   

                   

Come on, Bea,

you... you know I love you.



   

                   

Are you gonna stop then?



   

                   

You know what, Bea, what you

don't understand is



   

                   

there's a lot of

mean-spirited people

out there.



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

Ray?



   

                   

You know, I had to

bring Junior home

from school today



   

                   

'cause of what

the other kids were sayin'.



   

                   

They got mean-ass kids

around here.



   

                   

I think we should move

to Beverly Hills.



   

                   

No, no, Ray,

we're not gonna move.



   

                   

'Cause it... it's not

about where we live, Ray.



   

                   

It's about what you're doing

to yourself.



   

                   

And those boys worship you.



   

                   

You want them to end up

using that poison, too?



   

                   

Bea, that's not fair.



   

                   

What's not fair?

What's not fair, Ray?



   

                   

That... that's a low blow.



   

                   

Hello?



   

                   

Don't jive me, Milt.

Don't jive me, man!



   

                   

Really?



   

                   

Ah, good, good, good.

Tell... tell Sam

I said thank you.



   

                   

All right.

All right, then.



   

                   

Oh, yeah!



   

                   

What, Ray?

What? Come on, now.



   

                   

Ray, tell me what happened.



   

                   

ABC got the case dropped.



   

                   

The police

didn't have a warrant.



   

                   

They bought them off.



   

                   

Damn it, Bea, do you

want me to go to prison?



   

                   

No. Ray, I want you

to stop lying to yourself,



   

                   

and they are making that

completely impossible.



   

                   

You know what,

you don't understand.



   

                   

Then make me understand,

Ray!



   

                   

Baby, when I walk out

that door, I walk out alone

in the dark!



   

                   

I'm trying to

do something



   

                   

that ain't nobody ever done

in music and business.



   

                   

But I can't do it

if I'm alone

everywhere I go.



   

                   

I don't want to

be alone here, Bea.



   

                   

Not in my own home.



   

                   

Look, Bea,

if you don't understand me,



   

                   

then who will?



   

                   

I don't know, Ray.



   

                   

David? I'm coming!



   

                   

Mama's coming!



   

                   

Ray, we pull you

out of the fire,

and you want country music?



   

                   

Look here, I've been singing

country music all my life.



   

                   

As a matter of fact,

I used to play with

the Florida Playboys.



   

                   

We made a big

investment in you



   

                   

and it's paying off

handsomely.



   

                   

For both of us,

I might add.



   

                   

We don't want to

lose your fan base.



   

                   

Yeah, you know,

you got a point there,



   

                   

but I actually think that

we have more to gain

than we do to lose.



   

                   

Ray, it's a bad idea.



   

                   

When I came to ABC, you guys

put in the contract



   

                   

that I can choose

my own music.



   

                   

You want to read

that paragraph?



   

                   

It's on page three.



   

                   

I don't need to see it.



   

                   

Good evening, Saint Louis.



   

                   

It's time

for the main attraction.



   

                   

The innovator of soul.

The genius himself.



   

                   

Ray Charles!



   

                   

Go on, go on, Ray!



   

                   

Thank you so much.



   

                   

You know what,

I know that a lot of y'all

don't know that



   

                   

l... I was brought up

in the South.



   

                   

You know, every time

you turn on the radio there

in the South,



   

                   

you hear the Grand Ole Opry.



   

                   

That's what I grew up singing,

so I hope you don't mind,



   

                   

l... I want to sing something

to give you a taste

of my country roots.



   

                   

Unchain My Heart!



   

                   

Georgia on My Mind, Ray!



   

                   

  I can't stop loving you  



   

                   

Turn 'em, the lights up top

and on the mezzanine,



   

                   

let's take everything down

and hit Ray

with a follow spot.



   

                   

We're doing it,

on it on my count.



   

                   

  To live in memory  



   

                   

IN    ...



   

                   

  of the lonesome times  



   

                   

  Yeah  



   

                   

  I can't stop wanting you  



   

                   

  It's useless to say  



   

                   

  So I'll just live my life  



   

                   

  I'll live my life  



   

                   

  in dreams of yesterday  



   

                   

  Those happy hours  



   

                   

  Those happy hours  



   

                   

  that we once knew  



   

                   

Cab's here.



   

                   

Okay.



   

                   

Dad, if you can't see,

how can you choose

the right color socks?



   

                   

I'm... I'm gonna show you,

all right?



   

                   

Let me show you something.



   

                   

See? Right here?



   

                   

The two, right there,

I got it sewn in thick,

so I can feel it.



   

                   

So, it means two is brown.



   

                   

One is black. Three is blue.



   

                   

And... and... and where's four?



   

                   

Nowhere.



   

                   

Four ain't nowhere.

There ain't no four.

You're right.



   

                   

  Heals a broken heart  



   

                   

  But time has stood still  



   

                   

  Time has stood still  



   

                   

  Since we've been apart  



   

                   

  Since we've been apart  



   

                   

Still working on the balcony.



   

                   

Okay, guys, we got

   minutes to load out!



   

                   

Change back at the hotel.



   

                   

They bought that

country jive hook,

line and sinker.



   

                   

Ray, man,

you're amazing.



   

                   

I'm gonna tell you something.

Country music.

You know why they like it?



   

                   

The stories, man.

They got great stories.



   

                   

Hey, Joe.



   

                   

Ray, I want to introduce you

to Joe Adams.

Hal Ziegler hired Joe



   

                   

as the announcer

for the rest of the tour.



   

                   

I know you,

Mayor of Melody.



   

                   

I used to listen to your

radio show in L.A.

In the '  s.



   

                   

We've both come

a ways since then.



   

                   

What was that counting

you were doing back there?



   

                   

I was cueing down the lights.

That shuts up the audience



   

                   

so you can sing your ballad

instead of

having to scream it.



   

                   

Hey, well, I'll be damned.

Who told you to do that?



   

                   

No one.

It just needed to be done.



   

                   

See, that's what

I'm talking about.



   

                   

I like to hear a person say

"It needed to be done"



   

                   

as opposed to

a person saying,

"It ain't my job."



   

                   

You know,

tell me about Central Avenue.



   

                   

I know you know

Jack Lauderdale.



   

                   

Hello, New York!



   

                   

Hello, Boston!



   

                   

Hello, Saint Louis!



   

                   

Good evening, San Francisco!



   

                   

  Bye bye love  



   

                   

  Bye bye happiness  



   

                   

Ray, I got

some good news for you.



   

                   

We got the cover of Cash Box.



   

                   

"The nation's hottest album:

Modern Sounds of

Country & Western."



   

                   

You are hotter

than hell.



   

                   

That's what they say.



   

                   

I've been watchin',

your albums are

going through the roof,



   

                   

your concerts are

always selling out.



   

                   

You'll need shelters

for your money.



   

                   

You're in a

new tax bracket.



   

                   

Keep your drawers on, Fathead!

I got the instruments!



   

                   

Jeff, Joe was in

the film Carmen Jones.



   

                   

Who was

the director again?



   

                   

Otto Preminger.



   

                   

He was also on Broadway

with Lena Horne.



   

                   

She was the star.

I was supporting.



   

                   

Is that a fact?



   

                   

Prepare for an extraordinary

evening of music.



   

                   

Perhaps the most innovative,

unique



   

                   

and energetic

musical voice today.



   

                   

Please welcome

to the stage...



   

                   

It is my distinct pleasure...



   

                   

Please give

your warmest welcome,

the one-of-a-kind...



   

                   

I present Mr. Ray...



   

                   

Ray... Ray Charles!



   

                   

  Bye bye love  



   

                   

  Bye bye sweet caress  



   

                   

  Hello emptiness  



   

                   

  I think I'm gonna die  



   

                   

  Bye bye love  



   

                   

  I think I'm gonna die  



   

                   

  I think I'm gonna die  



   

                   

...Ray Charles!



   

                   

  I think I'm gonna die  



   

                   

  I think I'm gonna die  



   

                   

Bea, there's a park right

at the end of the street.



   

                   

You can see the whole L.A.

Basin from there.



   

                   

Not even Beverly Hills

has views like that.



   

                   

How does it look, Bea, huh?

You like it, don't you?



   

                   

I don't know.

I haven't seen it.



   

                   

You got to like it.



   

                   

Voilà.



   

                   

This foyer is designed

to impress anybody

who walks through the door.



   

                   

It has a big

winding staircase,

just like Gone With the Wind.



   

                   

We should get

our portraits painted,

like Rhett and Scarlett.



   

                   

Bea, bring him in here.



   

                   

Ray, wait till you hear

what's waiting

in the living room.



   

                   

What is it?



   

                   

I had them build you

a solid marble fireplace,

two stories high.



   

                   

Hot damn!

How do you like it, Bea?



   

                   

It's awful big.



   

                   

It sure is:

     square feet.



   

                   

Biggest house in

the neighborhood.



   

                   

So, does this meet

with your approval?



   

                   

Man, this is a palace.



   

                   

You think this is big?

Wait until tomorrow

when you see



   

                   

      square feet

of RPM Incorporated.



   

                   

Yeah, headquarters!



   

                   

This is it, Ray. Your

brand-new recording studio.



   

                   

Did you get

everything I asked for?



   

                   

Totally state-of-the-art.



   

                   

Tom Dowd built

an eight-track mixing console,

two recorders, the works.



   

                   

Now, this room is bigger

than most people's houses.



   

                   

Got your own private bathroom

to your left.



   

                   

Right behind you

is my adjoining office.



   

                   

And step over

to your private bar

to your left.



   

                   

Got a bottle of Bols

right in the center.



   

                   

You know me pretty good.



   

                   

If you run out, shout,

I'm right next door.



   

                   

This is nice, right here.



   

                   

It's the house

that Ray built.



   

                   

Yes, it is.



   

                   

  Born to lose  



   

                   

  I've lived my life

in vain  



   

                   

Ray Junior, slow down!



   

                   

This ain't no

baseball diamond!



   

                   

Charles residence.



   

                   

Mr. Charles?



   

                   

Hey, girl,

Bring that boy over here!



   

                   

I got a hot dog

with his name on it!

Come on, now.



   

                   

Hello.



   

                   

Uh, yes,

I know who you are.



   

                   

What? Oh, God, no.



   

                   

Ray.



   

                   

Yes, I'll get on a plane

and I'll be there

as soon as I can.



   

                   

What happened?



   

                   

Margie's dead.



   

                   

Oh, God! H-How?



   

                   

She overdosed.



   

                   

I didn't start her, Bea.



   

                   

I didn't let her

do dope around me.



   

                   

L... I just wouldn't

let that happen.



   

                   

Yes, I'm sure, Ray.

I'm sure you set

a fine example.



   

                   

What about her baby?



   

                   

You knew?



    

                   

His name is Charles Wayne.



    

                   

He was born October  

in New York City.

He's   years old.



    

                   

The baby's fine.



    

                   

He's at her sister's.



    

                   

All right.

I'll start sending them

some money.



    

                   

You don't have to.

I send them

money every month.



    

                   

In five minutes,

Mr. Charles will be here,



    

                   

and he'll be ready to go.



    

                   

Now the charts

Jeff is handing out



    

                   

should be turned in

at the conclusion of...



    

                   

You're late,

that's a $   fine.



    

                   

I ain't late.



    

                   

I give them

a   -minute grace period, Joe.



    

                   

 :  . He's late.

He'll be charged $  .



    

                   

What? You know what?

Where's Ray?



    

                   

You don't have to talk to Ray,

you're talking to me.



    

                   

I'll talk to whoever

I damn well please,

and it sure as hell ain't you.



    

                   

Jive jerk.



    

                   

Hey, Ray,



    

                   

this fool Joe Adams

is trying to fine me

for being late.



    

                   

What time did you get here?



    

                   

What? Just now.

The band's still setting up.



    

                   

Jeff don't...

Look, I'm not Jeff.



    

                   

That's a fact, Jack!



    

                   

Ray, you said

the band was my thing.



    

                   

It is.



    

                   

Then, Fathead,

you go on back to rehearsal.



    

                   

Ray.



    

                   

Ray, you know how it is,

you've been there.



    

                   

Fathead, go on now.

Let me handle this.



    

                   

Fathead, go on now.



    

                   

You want to tell me

what the hell

is going on, Ray?



    

                   

I'm not doing anything

I haven't been asked to.



    

                   

Ray's running a business.



    

                   

He shouldn't

have to waste time

hearing why people were late.



    

                   

I'm not talking

to you, Joe.



    

                   

I'm talking to Ray.



    

                   

Ray, now I know you think

I'm soft on the band,



    

                   

but those cats would do

whatever I ask.



    

                   

But If you come in here

with this, uh,

"running a business" crap,



    

                   

you're gonna lose

some good people.

I'm telling you, Ray.



    

                   

There are musicians

waiting in line

to play with Ray Charles.



    

                   

Not for long,

once they get a taste of you.



    

                   

Ray, you're the leader, man.

Be one! Come on, now.



    

                   

You now what Jeff, I mean

things have changed.



    

                   

It ain't like the days

when it was seven of us

on the Chitlin' Circuit.



    

                   

I mean, if you weren't busy

building a bowling alley,

you'd seen that.



    

                   

So you know about that, huh?



    

                   

I know about everything.



    

                   

I'm just trying to figure out

how you did it.



    

                   

You think

I'm stealing from you, Ray?



    

                   

If the Shaw Agency is gonna

give you a cut of

the    percent I'm given them.



    

                   

I might as well keep

the goddamn money

in my pocket.



    

                   

Leave us alone.

We need to talk.



    

                   

Ray.



    

                   

You can step outside, Joe.



    

                   

I'll be in my office.



    

                   

Ray, now I know

that jealous bastard

planted that lie in your head.



    

                   

But I have never stolen

from you, Ray,

and I never will.



    

                   

I got a small business loan,

and, yeah, Milt Shaw

was giving me a little extra,



    

                   

but I'm not a thief, Ray.



    

                   

Then what about that,

Jeff, huh?



    

                   

A promoter swearing you did

side deals with him so

you could split my overages!



    

                   

How could you do that to me?



    

                   

We've been through so much,

we be so like brothers.



    

                   

You know what, Ray?



    

                   

If we were like brothers,



    

                   

why are you paying Joe

more than you're paying me?



    

                   

Damn all that!

You broke my heart, man.



    

                   

Well, you know what, Ray?

You broke mine

a long goddamn time ago!



    

                   

Well, then there it is.



    

                   

You know something, Ray?



    

                   

You're going to get yours

one day.



    

                   

And I pray to God that he

has mercy on your soul,

you son of a bitch!



    

                   

Everything all right, Ray?



    

                   

How the hell

do you think it is?



    

                   

Go tell him. Go tell him!

Go, go tell him.



    

                   

Hey, Dad. Hi, there.



    

                   

I made the all-star team!

The game's on Thursday.



    

                   

Oh, that's great.



    

                   

Oh, damn!

I'm not gonna be in town.

I'm gotta go on tour.



    

                   

How about I buy you guys

new uniforms, huh?



    

                   

Tell the coach

I don't care

how much they cost.



    

                   

Okay.



    

                   

All right, son,

you want to take

your dad's briefcase inside.



    

                   

The plane to Montreal

leaves at   :  .

I'll pick you up at  :  .



    

                   

All right.



    

                   

Did you hear what

Ray Junior said to you?



    

                   

Yeah.



    

                   

Do you know how much

making the all-star team

means to him?



    

                   

I know.

I got things on my mind.

We had to fire Jeff.



    

                   

What?



    

                   

He was stealing.



    

                   

Jeff?

Hmm.



    

                   

I don't believe it.



    

                   

Yeah, well,

we're better without him.



    

                   

  My mother told me  



    

                   

  'Fore she passed away  



    

                   

  Said son when I'm gone  



    

                   

  Don't forget to pray  



    

                   

  'Cause there'll be

hard times  



    

                   

  Hard times  



    

                   

  Oh, yeah, yeah  



    

                   

  Who knows better than I  



    

                   

Excuse me!

Get 'em out!



    

                   

U.S. Customs!



    

                   

We're goanna need

to see some identification,

please.



    

                   

You just arrived

from Montreal?



    

                   

Yes. Is there a problem?



    

                   

We were alerted

there might be drugs

on this plane.



    

                   

What? That's outrageous!

I'm going to call our lawyer.



    

                   

No lawyers

at international checkpoints.



    

                   

Now, we're going

to have to search

everyone on this plane.



    

                   

Mr. Charles,

if you don't mind

we'd like to start with you.



    

                   

I'd like to see your overcoat.



    

                   

I don't mind.



    

                   

Don't say anything, Ray.



    

                   

What's this?



    

                   

Ray, this isn't some judge

in Indiana.



    

                   

It's federal.

They can charge you

of smuggling



    

                   

which can mean

real prison time.



    

                   

Our lawyers will do

what they can, but...



    

                   

Hello.



    

                   

You can't hide out

in here forever, Ray.



    

                   

Look, it's my house.

I'm not in prison yet.



    

                   

No, it's my house.



    

                   

You ain't been here

more than six days

since we moved in.



    

                   

No, Ray, no! A needle

ain't gonna solve this!



    

                   

Get out of the way.

Move!



    

                   

Only thing

that can help you is God, Ray.



    

                   

Don't think of God?

Do you have any idea

how it feels to go blind



    

                   

and still be afraid

of the dark?



    

                   

And every day, you stand pray

for just a little light,

and you get nothing.



    

                   

'Cause God don't listen

to people like me.



    

                   

Stop talking like that.



    

                   

As far as I'm concerned,

me and God is even

and I do what I please.



    

                   

If goddamn it,

if I want to shoot up,

I shoot up.



    

                   

Then go ahead!

But you walk out that door



    

                   

and I'm doing something

I should have done

a long time ago.



    

                   

I'm taking my boys

and I'll leave.



    

                   

You're not going away.

You... you have no place to go.



    

                   

No place?

No.



    

                   

You think I'm

scared of losing this?



    

                   

Ray, the only thing I was

ever scared of losing

was you.



    

                   

Because where was

I ever gonna find

another Ray Robinson?



    

                   

So I put up with

some terrible stuff.



    

                   

Maybe that makes me

part to blame.



    

                   

But I ain't scared

no more.



    

                   

You know I love you

and those boys

more than anything.



    

                   

That is a damn lie

and you know it!



    

                   

You ever look at this?



    

                   

Really look at it, Ray!



    

                   

Ray Charles Junior's

"Most Valuable Player."



    

                   

He was so proud this day,



    

                   

until you came home too loaded

to go to his banquet.



    

                   

No! No! There is something

you love more than

me and them boys,



    

                   

more than all the women

you ever slept with

on the road,



    

                   

more than all

the dope you ever took.



    

                   

What are you talking about?

Your music.



    

                   

And if you don't stop

using that needle,



    

                   

they're gonna

take away your music

and put you in jail.



    

                   

Is that poison

worth losing everything?



    

                   

Mr. Charles?



    

                   

Mr. Charles.



    

                   

You don't have to

go through this.



    

                   

We have a substitute

that can help

wean you off heroin.



    

                   

I have to do it on my own.

I can do it. I can do it.



    

                   

Ah. Don't touch me.



    

                   

All right.



    

                   

We'll do it your way.



    

                   

Doctor?



    

                   

Mr. Charles. Mr. Charles,

I'm coming.



    

                   

He's got no fluids left.



    

                   

Get an I.V.

In him right away.



    

                   

I'll insert the needle.

No needles.



    

                   

Yes. It's very important.

You need this.



    

                   

Runner, I've got a runner!



    

                   

Whoa.



    

                   

Let me go. Let me go.

Get him on the bed.



    

                   

Put those restraints on him.



    

                   

No needles.



    

                   

No, no.



    

                   

Oh.



    

                   

George, I miss you.

I miss you, George.



    

                   

I miss you.



    

                   

Oh.



    

                   

Okay. Uh-oh.



    

                   

You might be in trouble

right there, Doc.



    

                   

Hot damn,

you whupped my ass again!



    

                   

I-I'll tell you what,

I won't lose again

the same way twice.



    

                   

I spoke with

the judge in Boston,

and he'll agree to probation.



    

                   

He was impressed with

your attorney's arguments,



    

                   

and he believes

you deserve one more chance.



    

                   

Oh, that's great.



    

                   

But you must

complete our program



    

                   

and agree to take

periodic drug tests.



    

                   

You know what. I'll do it.

I know people don't believe



    

                   

I'm done with this dope,

but I'm finished.



    

                   

Who's George?



    

                   

Ray,



    

                   

you've come through

the worst of

the physical reactions.



    

                   

We should begin

psychotherapy sessions.



    

                   

Uh, look, forget

the head shrinking, Doc.



    

                   

I can handle this.



    

                   

Mr. Charles,



    

                   

you're not the first

celebrity junkie I've treated.



    

                   

Junkie? What...



    

                   

Nobody cons me

at any price.



    

                   

I'm not trying

to do that.



    

                   

If you want me

to give that judge

a positive report,



    

                   

you will have to earn it.



    

                   

Doc?



    

                   

Dr. Hacker?



    

                   

Doc?



    

                   

Ray, come on, Ray,

play with me!



    

                   

He ain't there.



    

                   

Talk to me, son.



    

                   

I ain't no bad dream.

I'm a part of you.



    

                   

Even all that dope

couldn't keep me away.



    

                   

Mama, I kept my promise.



    

                   

You got strong all right.



    

                   

Went places

I never dreamed of.



    

                   

But you still

became a cripple.



    

                   

Come here, baby.

Come here.



    

                   

Ray?



    

                   

It wasn't your fault.



    

                   

Now promise us



    

                   

you'll never let

nobody or nothing



    

                   

turn you into

no cripple ever again.



    

                   

That you'll always stand

on your own two feet.



    

                   

Promise.



    

                   

Today we're here

to right a wrong



    

                   

that was done to one

of our native sons

nearly    years ago.



    

                   

In     



    

                   

Ray Charles was banned

from performing

in the state of Georgia



    

                   

because he refused to play

before a segregated audience.



    

                   

Thankfully, we've come

a long way since then.



    

                   

Some of us have fought

for equality through

the political process,



    

                   

but Ray Charles

changed American culture

by touching people's hearts.



    

                   

So on this day,

March       



    

                   

we, the duly

elected representatives

of the state of Georgia



    

                   

not only proclaim

Georgia on My Mind

our official state song,



    

                   

we also offer Mr. Ray Charles

a public apology



    

                   

and welcome him back home.



    

                   

  Every time

I sing this song  



    

                   

If only your mama was here.



    

                   

She's here.



    

                   

She ain't never left.



    

                   

  I sing for  



    

                   

  Georgia  



    

                   

  Whoa, Georgia  



    

                   

  The whole day through  



    

                   

  Just this old, sweet song  



    

                   

  Keeps Georgia on my mind  



    

                   

  Georgia  



    

                   

  Oh, yeah  



    

                   

  Yeah, Georgia  



    

                   

  A song of you  



    

                   

  Comes as sweet and clear  



    

                   

  as moonlight

through the pines  



    

                   

  I feel that  



    

                   

  Other arms  



    

                   

  reach out to me  



    

                   

  Other eyes  



    

                   

  smile  



    

                   

  tenderly  



    

                   

  Well, all right now  



    

                   

  Yeah  



    

                   

  Don't you know?  



    

                   

  Still in peaceful dreams  



    

                   

  I see a busy road  



    

                   

  The road leads back to you  



    

                   

  Oh, Georgia  



    

                   

  No peace I find  



    

                   

  Please stop by  



    

                   

  Don't you hear me now?  



    

                   

  Just this old, sweet song  



    

                   

  I say, oh, I say  



    

                   

  Keeps Georgia on my mind  



    

                   

  On my mind  



    

                   

  On my mind  



    

                   

  Yeah  



    

                   

  Keeps Georgia  



    

                   

  On my mind  



    

                   

  You know that the little

girls are on my mind, huh?  



    

                   

  Yes, it did, now, yeah  



    

                   

  Unchain my heart  



    

                   

  Unchain my heart  



    

                   

  Baby, let me be  



    

                   

  Unchain my heart  



    

                   

  Unchain my heart  



    

                   

  Unchain my heart  



    

                   

  'Cause you don't

care about me  



    

                   

  Unchain my heart  



    

                   

  You've got me sewed up

like a pillow case  



    

                   

  But you let my love

go to waste  



    

                   

  So unchain my heart,

oh please,

please set me free  



    

                   

  Unchain my heart  



    

                   

  Unchain my heart  



    

                   

  Baby, let me go  



    

                   

  Unchain my heart  



    

                   

  Unchain my heart  



    

                   

  Unchain my heart  



    

                   

  'cause you don't love me

no more  



    

                   

  Unchain my heart  



    

                   

  Every time I call you

on the phone  



    

                   

  Some fella tells me that

you're not at home  



    

                   

  So unchain my heart,

oh please,

please set me free  



    

                   

  I'm under your spell  



    

                   

  I'm under your spell  



    

                   

  Like a man in a trance  



    

                   

  Like a man in a trance  



    

                   

  But I know darn well  



    

                   

  I know darn well  



    

                   

  that I don't

stand a chance  



    

                   

  I don't stand a chance  



    

                   

  So, unchain my heart  



    

                   

  Unchain my heart  



    

                   

  Let me go my way  



    

                   

  Unchain my heart  



    

                   

  Unchain my heart  



    

                   

  Unchain my heart  



    

                   

  You worry me night and day  



    

                   

  Unchain my heart  



    

                   

  Why lead me

through a life of misery  



    

                   

  When you don't care

a bag of beans for me  



    

                   

  So unchain my heart,

please, please set me free  



    

                   

  Please set me free  



    

                   

  Oh, won't you set me free  



    

                   

  Please set me free  



    

                   

  Whoa, set me free  



    

                   

  Please set me free  



    

                   

  Wow, set me free

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