Tuesday, December 30, 2014
Devil In A Blue Dress
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In Chapter 10 of FILLMORE, Clarence, now the newly-christened Fillmore Slim makes time with another singer, Etta James when they both perform at the same club ... where Fillmore gets approached by an agent to record and tour for his record label in Los Angeles ...
EXT. CITY PARK - DAY
Slim sits under a tree
with two of the girls who were
watching him march
with the ROTC drill squad.
SUGAR PIE DESANTO (16) is small and thin.
JAMES ETTA (16) is full-bodied.
They sit and watch the people go by.
Why do you have a boy’s name? James?
My father wanted a boy.
Well, I’m gonna call you Etta.
You’re a beautiful girl,
and I ain’t gonna call you JAMES.
I like that.
I’m gonna use it when I sing
at open mike night at the club tonight.
Are you gonna sing again tonight, Clarence?
Don’t call me Clarence, Sugar.
I told you, I’m Fillmore Slim now.
I’m the rich girl’s dream
and the poor girl’s scheme.
I’m the first on the scene
with my love machine.
I’ll see you ladies later --
And he walks away.
Ain’t he full of himself.
Maybe so. But there’s something
about that boy that drives me crazy.
EXT. NIGHT CLUB - NIGHT
The streets are alive
with people out on the prowl.
We see well-dressed hep-cats
on their way to parties and clubs.
A giant bright blue Cadillac sedan
parked in front of HI-LO CLUB,
a seedy den of depravity.
A PIMP sits behind the wheel,
The car is STUFFED with hookers.
Slim walks by, watches them
out of the corner of his eye.
Shakes his head with envy.
Goes into the club.
INT. NIGHT CLUB - NIGHT
Etta’s onstage performing.
The packed house is eating her up
as she finishes her big number.
She takes a bow.
The crowd ROARS its approval.
Etta walks up to Slim.
Waiting to go on next.
I’m gonna stay and hear you sing.
You bet your ass you are.
Slim starts singing and dancing,
doing some ankle-popping,
AT THE BAR
A SEXY WOMAN (20’s) stands next to Etta
as they watch Slim.
That boy has something I could use.
He is FINE.
You stay away. He’s mine.
INT. NIGHT CLUB - NIGHT - LATER
Slim sits at the bar having a drink.
A WELL-DRESSED MAN (30’s)
in a suit approaches him.
Sits on the next stool.
I really enjoyed your performance, son.
Well, thank you very much.
I try to give the people what they want.
The name’s Jimmy Rogers.
I’m a talent agent for
Du-Tone records in Los Angeles.
I couldn’t help but notice that
you and Etta James are close.
I’d like both of you to come
to LA and record for us.
I’d be honored --
but I’m strictly a solo act.
(gives him his card)
You’d have a better chance
of getting a deal with her,
but you should still give it a try.
Slim looks at the card. Nods.
INT. NIGHT CLUB - BACK STAGE - NIGHT - LATER
Slim stands in a dark corner chatting
and flirting with a pair of HOT WOMEN (17).
Etta appears. Pulls him away.
What are you doing?
I’m just talkin’ to ‘em.
Talking? You were doing a hell
of a lot more than TALKING.
Hey, hey, hey -- don’t sass me.
INT. THELMA’S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Slim stands in front of Don and Thelma,
sitting on the couch.
You’ve gotta be kidding me.
You’re not thinking right, Clarence.
You’re being foolish.
I told you, my name is Fillmore Slim now,
and I’m not gonna be a plumber.
I’m gonna be a singer.
(jumps to his feet)
I got you into Lowell.
This is the thanks I get?
Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate it.
You’re my family, but I’m
on to bigger things now.
(pulls out the business card)
I got asked to record for
Du-Tone Records in Los Angles,
so that’s where I’m gonna go.
I told you it was a bad idea.
That the boy was too wild,
and would be up to no good.
Since when is entertaining people no good?
Is Nat King Cole up to no good?