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Hey, Pop!

Hey, Pop!

Hi, son.

I was just writing another love song.

What rhymes with crazy?

Oh, that's easy. Lazy.

Pop, ever since you sent away for this songwriting course, all you've been

is sitting around here writing songs.

Would you come help me unload the truck?

Not now, son. I'm busy writing another love song.

Hey, Pop, why don't you face it? Your songs are stupid.

They're not stupid. I write about real emotion. Things everyone knows and

I left my heart in El Segundo.

Catchy, huh?

No, it's terrible.

Well, I... How about this one? It's a sensitive love song about a guy whose

marriage is about to fall apart, but he's tried everything, but nothing seems

work.

What's it called?

Get out of here and take your mother with you.

See, here's the way to start.

You take the pans, and I'll take the pots.

You take the mobile home and I'll stay right here and watch. Oh, baby.

Are you kidding? Are you kidding? I got a hundred of them just like this.

Here's my favorite right here. I call it old to Donna.

Anyway, start.

Would you stop?

by Tuesday.

You get that? I got it.

I got it.

Pop, when are you going to give all of this up, huh? Give it up?

Never. I'll never get it.

Years from now, people will be humming my songs all across America.

And you know why?

Yeah? It's the only way they can avoid the words.

You big dummy, I happen to be a promising songwriter. Says who?

Says Professor Hide -and -Seek.

There he is. Professor Hide -and -Seek, famous songwriter of school.

See there? Dear Mr. Sanford, we loved your last original composition, Life is

Just a Bowl of Warm Menudo.

And continued success, et cetera, et cetera, encloses your next lesson, et

cetera. Let me have a look. Yours truly, et cetera. Let me have a look.

Uh -huh.

Please enclose $10 with your next lesson. This is just as I thought, Pop.

is a rip -off, man.

If you give somebody some money, they'll say anything you want them to.

Really? Well, let me give you $10 and say goodbye.

All right. If you insist on being rude to me, I'll just forget about the

that I got for you.

I'm sorry, son.

What present?

What Sunday, Pop?

Let's see. There's a...

film festival, and then there's that cheap game show, Bowling for Foodstamps.

Am I getting warm?

No. Sunday is Father's Day.

I thought you forgot.

No, I didn't forget, and I got you something extra special, Pop. Are you

Uh -huh. Now, hold on to something.

Saturday night, I'm taking you to see B .B. King.

What? B .B. King?

That B .B. King live at the Lucifer Club live? You got it.

Oh, son, I don't know what to say.

my favorite. I've been reading all week about him in the paper. The best seats

go for 50 bucks a piece, 100 bucks for Father's Day.

Well, I didn't exactly get you the $50 seats.

Oh, that's all right. I mean, it's the thought that counts. I can handle the

seats. Can you deal with the $10 ones?

$10 seats? They must be hot.

Why do you say that?

Because they're probably in the kitchen.

Look at her there. You take your hat off. Come on. Hey, man, what you doing

them?

You must hate already.

Hey there, buddy.

I got to go, too.

Hey, son, what's them tiny thing crawling over there on the stage?

The band.

Hey, Paco, you relax and sit down, man. These tables aren't that bad.

I guess you're right.

I can see pretty good.

I can't see nothing.

Just relax. I'll handle this, okay?

Excuse me. Would you mind removing your hat?

That ain't no hat. That's a fruit stand.

My father can't see.

Oh, I'm sorry, but as you can see, all our tables are full.

What about that empty table up there in the front?

Those are for special guests of Mr.

King's. That's us. B .B. King and I go back to St. Louis in 1930.

I'll tell him you said hello.

No, no, no, wait a minute. Now, what if Isaac Hayes was coming here? Would you

give him that table?

Of course.

Well, I just talked to Isaac. He's not coming, so give that to us.

That's impossible.

Um, would $5 get us there?

That's possible.

How about $10? You got it.

Right this way.

I hope you get fruit flies.

Excuse me, this is only five.

Where's the other five?

Here's the other five.

new Ford.

But you said, I want a Cadillac.

I bought you a $10 dinner.

And you said, thanks for the snack.

I'll let you live in my penthouse.

You said it was just a shack.

I gave you seven tools.

Pop, Mr. King's never going to buy any of your songs. Why don't we just forget

about it and go on home?

Are you crazy?

This is a chance of a lifetime.

There he is!

Okay, okay, okay. Oh, no!

There he is! I knew my heart could never stand being my idol. You're my

favorite. Oh, I've never been so close to nobody before.

Oh!

Oh!

What's the matter?

When I saw you, my heart went pitty pat.

That's terrible.

Well, if you don't like that one, how about Life is Just a Bowl of Warman

Noodle? I got a hundred songs right here.

What's going on here?

Forgive my father, but see, he's trying to break into show business as a

songwriter.

Yeah, you see, just like you did when you used to play at the Kit Kat Club in

St. Louis.

I'm probably your biggest fan, Mr. King.

Come on, baby, we can't be late for that dinner appointment with your manager.

Man, you know, I get sick of the road. For once, I'd just like to spend an

evening with some down -home folks.

Well, get out of my... What?

Listen, Mr. King, how about you having dinner at our house tomorrow?

And I can take you away from all these people one night anyway.

And we can talk about St. Louis in the good old days.

Who knows?

Maybe we knew some of the same people. Yeah, my pop's a great cook.

That sounds terrific.

Yeah, I know it sounds like a crazy idea, but think about it. He said yes.

What a thrill.

Mr. King, my name is Sanford.

Fred Sanford. This is my son, Lamont. How do you do?

You know, if you remember the good old days, then, Fred, maybe you'd get a kick

out of my book. I sure would.

There you are.

Why I Sing the Blues by B .B. King.

I can't wait to read it.

Here's our address.

Thank you. Seven o 'clock all right?

Perfect. Mr. King, do you think that when you come over to the house tomorrow

that you might be able to listen to some of my songs?

Are they any good?

Good. My name is Fred G. Sanford, and the G is for Grammy.

Come on.

Shut my mouth now. We'll be waiting for you. Okay.

Hey,

Pop.

I'm sorry.

You made me lose my place, and I was just getting to the heart of the

too. Mystery? Pop, this is B .B. King's autobiography. This is not a detective

story. What mystery are you talking about? The mystery of B .B.'s B .B.'s.

Well, after seeing B .B.'s show last night, I say it stands for Big B.

How about beer belly?

Hey, Pop, dig yourself.

And besides, shouldn't you start dinner? They'll be here in about an hour.

I will, son, as soon as I finish this last chapter, which tells why B .B.

sings the blues.

Okay, I'll be in the kitchen getting everything else ready. Okay.

singing the blues the day my true love left me for another man.

So? There's more.

She was a shoemaker's daughter in St. Louis, and when she left me, she broke

heart.

Hey, wait a minute. Grandpa was a shoemaker in St. Louis?

What a coincidence.

Well, how is this for a coincidence?

At the time, I was a down -and -out singer named Riley King, so I can't

her for running off with a man who wanted to start his own business in

California. Does that sound familiar?

Hey, wait a minute, Pop. You don't think he's talking about Mom?

Well, listen to this. If I ever find the man who took my beloved E .W. away from

me, I promise to get even.

E .W.? Elizabeth Winfield.

Pop, that was Mom's maiden name before she married you.

I've come a long way from St. Louis, but not far enough.

B .B. King is gonna kill me.

you get y 'all shoved up my nose

here to feed our army. Well, that's the whole idea. See, the more we eat, the

less we'll talk. And the less we talk, the less he'll find out about Elizabeth,

and the more chance I'll have of living through the night.

Hey, Pop, I still think you're overreacting to this.

You're right, son. I'm gonna calm down.

That's him!

I know it's not!

He did it, didn't he? Would you stop it?

I'll get the door. Just relax.

Just his guitar.

That's right. He takes us both everywhere he goes.

Good old Lucille.

Pleased to meet you, Lucille.

I'm not Lucille. I'm Edmund. The guitar is Lucille.

Fred, you should remember that from my book. What book?

My book. You did read it, didn't you? He couldn't put it down?

Yeah, yeah. Sit down and have a leg.

Maybe later.

Let's talk about St. Louis.

I'll be in a little while. Have a wing.

No, thanks.

Did you really like the book?

I loved it. Have a chair.

Were you really surprised when you found out why I sing the blues?

Have a heart.

Well, maybe I will have a little piece of cheese then, I think.

You really think you should, B .B.? You know how that cheese disagrees with you

and leaves you upset.

Upset?

Now, what did you do that for?

The last thing I want to do is get B .B. upset.

I'll get him.

Hey, hiya, Fred.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't realize you had company.

I'll come back later. No, no, no, don't go, Bubba. That man wants to kill me.

Which one?

That one.

Oh, don't worry, Fred.

You can count on me to protect you.

Who is he, anyway?

B .B. King.

B .B. King?

Well, Mr. King is here because he wanted a night away from autograph hounds and

fans. Bubba no fan. He's just a lot of hot air.

That's all right. I'd be glad to sign an autograph for you.

My name is Bubba Bexley.

But you can call me B .B.

B .B.? You did?

Yeah.

Oh, by the way, how long have you and Fred been friends?

Well, actually, we just met the other night.

Yeah? Well, Fred and I... I've been friends for years.

Ever since he came out here from St. Louis with Elizabeth.

Was that your wife, Fred?

No, no, no, no. Bubba got it all wrong. See, I came out here from Elizabeth, New

Jersey with a very saintly man named Louis.

Hey, wait a minute.

You married a woman from St. Louis named Elizabeth?

What was her maiden name?

Lipschitz.

Lipschitz. Lipschitz.

Did you know her?

Wait a minute.

It wasn't Lipschitz.

It was Winfield.

Yeah, Elizabeth Winfield.

Did I get it right?

No, not yet, but you hang in there.

You married Elizabeth Winfield?

I couldn't help it. It was destiny.

She took one look at my scrapheap and fell madly in love.

You two have a lot to talk about.

Would you like to hear my songs now?

I'll get it.

And you're just as beautiful as ever. The poor man's going blind.

Hey, Pop, don't you understand?

E .W., Esther Winfield.

Aunt Esther's the woman that B .B.'s been looking for.

Then Woody's the guy that stole her away from B .B.

What's going on here?

Woody, that man is B .B. King.

Esther meant him to marry you.

from bb king now what does that tell you huh

well don't act crazy it's only petty lost

man you got to get out of here because bb said in his book that he's going to

get even with the guy who stole her away from him so you better leave unless

you're willing to stand up and fight for her well i'll see you later

who stole Esther away from me.

You want her back?

What's your name?

Woodrow.

Woodrow Anderson.

Should I give it to him now, B .B.? I have waited a long time for this moment.

Yeah, give it to him. Oh, he...

And I think you're one lucky guy.

Thank you.

Hey, there's a check for $1 ,000.

Wait a minute, I don't understand.

Pop, I think Mr. King just evened the score.

That's right. If it hadn't been for Woodrow, B .B. never would have left St.

Louis. You know, I think I would have been very happy with Esther, but I think

I'm much more happier since I started singing the blues with Lucille.

You know, and I want to thank you too, Fred.

You can make mine out to cash.

That's not what I had in mind.

Well, what did you have in mind?

Well, I thought maybe I could buy one of your songs and record it. You never

heard one of my songs.

It doesn't matter.

Yes, it does.

My songs stink.

Well, there must be something I can do.

There is. It would be an honor if we could sing one of your songs.

All right. How about right now? Let's go over to the club Lucifer and Jam.

All right.

And then maybe we can dedicate a number to Esther.

Okay, how about music?