All language subtitles for American Soul s02e02 Fame.eng

- Previously on
"American Soul"...

"Soul Train" belongs to me.
I own that shit.

- It is mine if I say it is.

- She can snatch half
of everything, maybe more,

including "Soul Train."

- Gambling, maybe some dealing
on the side.

- And Don can't know
about any of it.

- Singing in the new
Soul Train Club's a big deal.

- How special do you have to be

to think that the world
revolves around you?

- [huffs]
- [screams]

- You're gonna give them
cold, hard cash,

or they are gonna
kill you dead, Jimmy Hoffa.

- [wheezes]

- Do the job and go home.

- You sound a lot
like your boss.

- We're gonna have to go
on a strict training program-

- We're gonna have to go
on a strict training program-

- Prostitutes.

- ? Get on that Soul Train ?

? Ooh, that's your train ?

? Let's all train ?

- ? Ha ?

? Ooh ?

- Come on.

? Hey ?

? Ha, ha ?

[all cheering]

Whoo!
[laughter]

? Time is truly wasting ?

? There's no guarantee, yeah ?

? Smile is in the making ?

? We've got
to fight the powers that be ?

? Got so many voices ?

? Saying all the same, yeah ?

? Killing up all around me ?

? Faces full of pain ?

? I tried to play my music,
they say my music's too loud ?

? I tried talking about it,
I got the big runaround ?

? And when I rolled
with the punches ?

? I got knocked
on the ground ?

? By all this bullshit
going down, hey ?

? Fight it ?

? ?

? Fight it ?

? ?

? Fight it ?

? ?

? Fight it ?

? ?

? Fight it ?

[applauding and cheering]

[bell ringing]

- Tessa.

- [whispers]
Just take a look at this.

- Okay, I will.

[phone ringing]

- Mr. Fletcher,
they're ready for you.

- Ah.
Sounds good.

[light music playing
on speakers]

? ?

- Excuse me.

I'm sorry
to bother you again.

- I promise, the moment
Mr. Simms is available,

I'll let you know.

- Mm, it's just that
our appointment was for 10:00.

- I wish I could do something
for you, Mr. Cornelius.

Really, I-I do.

- I don't suppose
you know who I am.

- Are you a movie star?

- Just think, Quincy.
Two years ago,

I was handing you

your first box
of "Soul Train" chicken.

- I got to admit,
I didn't want to come back.

You know, the way that I left.

- You mean the way that Don
dragged you out by your tuxedo.

But aren't you glad he did?
Look at you now.

"The Tonight Show,"
"Midnight Special," Radio City.

- So you're saying Don is happy
for us.

- Everyone knows that you
started on "Soul Train."

That is publicity,
and it's free.

That is what Don
is happy about.

- You're sure?

- Trust me.
Don's a businessman.

- I'm a lot of things.
I have a club on Wilshire.

You should stop by.

- [in German]
Thank you.

- And you'll let me know?

- About what?

- [sighs]
Mr. Simms.

- Oh, yes, yes.
Of course.

- [chuckles]

- How's the water over there?
- Not too deep.

He's an hour late.

An hour.

- John Simms reps the biggest
corporations in the country.

He knows everyone.
Kraft, ITT, General Motors.

That's millions
in ad buys he can direct

straight to "Soul Train."
Trust me, he's worth the wait.

- And I'm syndicated
in 107 markets, Brooks.

That's a lot of eyeballs,

and these guys act
like I don't exist.

- Mr. Simms,
your 11:00 is here.

- Hell no.

- John.

- One more sec, fellas.
Jack.

Hey, Jack, good to see you.
Why don't you head on back?

Two shakes, okay?

- Bullshit!

- Sorry about that.

[uneasy music]

Don, what the hell?
You don't do that.

- I won't be jerked around
like some damn dog, Brooks.

- If you think white guys don't
have to jump through hoops too,

you're crazy.
Let me tell you something else.

I can't do my job
if you keep sabotaging my work.

- Excuse me?

- Don, you were exactly
the person

I got to convince people
you're not.

- I get half the money
I deserve,

and I have to be
twice as grateful.

If you're gonna continue
to be my mouthpiece,

you better understand
that shit.

? ?

[funky music]

? ?

- Mr. Cornelius.
You know,

that line of kids gets longer
every time you shoot.

- Yup, it's as if I got
a hit show on my hands.

- Well, it may be time for us

to start thinking about
hiring some more guards, sir.

You know,
to help me on the days

when you shoot your soul show.

- So you mean I should cough up
more money to the studio

so you can do the job
I already pay you to do.

- Well-

[cheers and applause]

- Hey, Mr. Cornelius,
can I dance for you?

- I love the show!

- Oh, my God!
- Calm down.

Excuse me!

Hello.

All right, all right,
all right.

- Hey, how you doing?

I'll be inside.
- Yeah, okay.

Let's go.
You.

[overlapping chatter]

You.
And you.

You.

Go away.

You get too excited for camera,
and don't know how to act.

- Damn.
- All right, once again,

I don't want to hear
how much you love the show.

I don't want to hear how long
you've been standing in line.

If your feet can't do
the talking, step aside.

Thank you.

Hi, Simone.
- Hey, I'm back.

- Did I hear that you were
in New York?

- For a minute, yeah.

- Oh, it must have longer
than a minute.

I haven't seen you in years.

- You know, in New York,
they flip over "Soul Train."

It's really something.

- Oh, I believe it.
- Mm-hmm.

- It's nice to see you.

- Three years later, and
you know I can still get down.

- You don't want to dance.

You want access
to talent, right?

- That's not true.

Okay, that's not mostly true.

- I need dancers, not singers.

Sorry.

You're late, Chloe.

- Hey.

- What's up?

- "Soul Train" ain't worth
all this heartache.

You're too big
for us now, anyway.

Tell your brother I said hello.

- [sighs]

[lively music]

? ?

- Hit camera three.

- Get your camera
to start its move.

- I got it.
Go camera two.

- If you got it, then you would
have had him move the camera.

- Camera one.

- What the hell was that?
- Tessa, I got it.

- No, you don't.

? ?

- Let-let's-
let's calibrate that.

You guys gotta set it up.

- Cut.

- Okay, everyone, back to one.

- I saw you on "Sonny & Cher."

You want to tell me
what that was about?

- I don't have to.
The Lockers is holding it down.

Our gigs are going global.
What about "Soul Train?"

- You only get those gigs
because of me.

When Cher announces you as

a dance troupe
from "Soul Train,"

that's my name they're using.
That's my brand.

So that money you're earning?
That's mine too.

- Well, I can pay you
in hot chicken.

How's that sound?

- Sounds like you need
to learn some damn manners.

- Look, there is no "Soul
Train" without the dancers.

We set the trends
and the fashion,

and we do it all for chicken.
What the hell do you do?

- I say who stays and who goes.

- Well, that's my cue.
Love, soul, and bye.

Come on, y'all.
Let's go.

- You couldn't have at least
waited until after the show?

- I've taken everybody else's
crap for long enough.

- How are we supposed
to finish the episode now?

I can't replace
these dancers last minute.

- You want to be a producer,

so why don't you produce
a solution?

- How the hell am I supposed
to produce a solution

when you're
messing up shit-

- You favored
those dancers, Tessa.

They got too big,
and it gave them power.

This is on you.
You forgot who's

the real star of the show.
Step it up.

? ?

[ringing noise]

[disquieting chime music]

? ?

- I can't do it, I can't do it,
but I would love to have

you guys.
- All right.

- Yeah.
- People like this.

- Yeah, yeah.

- You just,
you give me a call, okay?

So, here's my card there.

- Oh, thank you.

- Okay.
- Great.

? ?

- Don Cornelius.
What a surprise.

- Dick Clark,
you slumming on our lot?

- "Soul Train" shoots here?
- You know it does.

- I was just checking out
an empty stage.

ABC green-lit my game show,

and I'm running out of space
in the Silver Lake lot.

Future looks bright.
We could be neighbors.

Won't that be nice?

- Peachy.
- Mm-hmm.

- What are you doing talking
to my dancers?

- Didn't realize The Lockers
belonged to you.

They're doing Bandstand
and the AMAs.

I still like a handshake deal,
don't you?

- Nobody keeps
their word anymore.

- The Lockers are going
on tour with Sinatra.

Frank wouldn't shut up about
them during lunch yesterday.

- [chuckles]
You know Frank Sinatra.

- Great guy, actually.
Down to earth.

I also know that if somebody
gets big off my show,

they better kiss my ring.

- Yeah, well nobody's
getting big

off your boat of oatmeal, Dick.

Kids, don't matter what color,

watch the "Train" to learn
how to dance and what to wear.

It's got to bother you.

Could have been the host
with the most

if you had just let
black kids dance on your show.

- I had black kids
on my show before anyone else,

including you.

- And the only way you're
the great, white hope is

to rewrite history, Dick.

- And one trick ponies
only need one stage.

Excuse me.

- Go ahead and fill this out
and bring it back up here.

- Thank you.

- Hi.
I'm sorry.

I need to deliver these
to somebody that works

in this building.

But the thing is,
I lost the card.

- Oh, no.

- Yeah, but I'd remember
the name if I saw it.

If you had, like, a list
of people that work here,

or a...
What's it called?

- A directory?
- A directory.

- I got you, sweetie.
- Thank you, thank you.

[solemn music]

? ?

- Now, how are you going
to spot a weapon

on an elegant brother like me

who keeps his piece
like a secret?

? ?

See how I got
this coat tailored

to where it hides the bulge?
- Yeah, I see it.

- So when you're
working the door,

you're not only
looking for weapons,

you're looking for stone cold
cats who wear uneven jackets.

All right, JT, come get it.

? ?

[disquieting musical tone]

See the thing
about stone cold cats:

they always carry
more than one weapon.

If you're gonna work for me,
you got to be more than quick.

- Let him try again.
- Kid's wasting my time.

- Listen, I am not a kid.

- [vocal harmonizing]

? ?

[upbeat funk music]

? ?

- Sir?

? ?

- Who the hell are you?

- Excuse me, excuse me.
I'm sorry, sir.

[screams]
- Whoa, wait a second.

- [grunts]

- What the hell
is going on here?

- [groans]

- The hell do you think
you're doing?

- [groans]
- Stay down.

Who broke your face, Harley?

- [sighs]
I'm calling the police.

- Good, call them.

Then we could talk about
what happened here

the other night
with Simone Clarke.

Mm-hmm, and don't tell me
you don't know who that is.

- 911.
What is your emergency?

- What do you want?

- ? Will I have to wait ?

? Forever ?

? Will I have to suffer,
suffer ?

? And cry
the whole night through ?

? ?

? When will I see you ?

? Again ?

? ?

? When will our hearts
be together ?

- Let Mr. Aims know
Mr. Cornelius has arrived.

- He's not up here.

- ? Or just friends ?

? Is this my beginning ?

? Or is this the end ?

- You're stunning, baby, but
I'm not here for the company.

- Oh, you got me wrong.

I was only looking
for a spot to sit.

- Not tonight.

- ? When will I
see you again ?

- So hard to get a table
in here.

Someone should tell
the owner.

- [snorts]
I am the...

- I wouldn't be so bold

if I didn't think
you needed a companion.

I know that look
you're giving.

You're thinking too much.

You're about
to be drinking too much.

- And you have the look
of someone

that's never been
turned down before.

- [chuckles]

It's because I only pick
sure things.

- Well, it has been
one of those days.

- Mm-hmm.
Even on my worst days,

I've always been lucky enough
to have something good

fall in my lap
before the end of the night.

- ? When will
I see you again ?

- Here you are,
Mr. Cornelius.

- And a glass
of champagne for...

- Ruby.
- Ruby.

- ? Tell me, yeah,
when will I see you again ?

? Come on, come on,
when will I see you again ?

? Come on, come on,
hey, hey, yeah ?

? Ooh, ooh, yeah,
when will I see you again ?

[funky music]

? ?

- Black 17.
- All right!

Whoo!

[gamblers chatting]

- Hmm, okay, Cynthia.
Luck's on your side tonight.

- Mm-hmm.

- Now, you just remember
to come see me

when the stack's high enough
to cover your marker.

- Hey, it's the man trying
to put me out of business.

- Yeah, my man.

I like that brim.
- Looks good, does it?

- It's going, brother.

? ?

- Don's here.

- Then keep him comfortable.

And you keep him away
from this.

- He's got company.

She's not carrying.

- She always carries.

You just don't know
where she keeps her weapons.

? ?

- Keys, sir.
- Thanks, sir.

- Mm, Italian?
- Ferrari.

- Don't she purr?
[moans]

- Don, where are you going?

- I was just about to show

this young lady the view
from Mulholland.

- Oh, there's plenty of honey
waiting inside.

- Hi there.

- Ruby, this is Gerald.
- Yeah, we've met.

- Knock it off
before you blow it.

- You can do better.
Throw that fish back.

- Something I should know?
- Not that I could say.

Just watch your back.

- Thanks for the drink, but I
think I'm gonna get going.

- And now that you mention it,
I think so too.

- Something he said?

- No, I just know
how to spot trouble...

when I see it.

- Then why aren't you
more careful of Gerald?

He's not who you think.
- He's my partner.

- He's a chameleon, Don.

Better make sure none
of his history gets on you.

- I know exactly who Gerald is.
- Mm-hmm.

- I'm starting to get a sense
of you too.

- [sighs]
That's good.

I like to be known.

See you around, handsome.

[foreboding music]

? ?

- Yeah.
Thank you.

- Where are you going?

- I got to get you home.

- Uh-uh, it's late.

I knew who you were,
by the way, back at the office.

Don Cornelius.
[giggles]

- Hmm.

- [impersonates Don]
"Soul Train."

both: [laugh]

- Got a cigarette?

Ah.

- Well, you definitely
pulled my leg, baby girl.

- Role-playing is what I do.

- Mm.
- I'm an actress.

- A dime a dozen in LA.

- That desk job is just
to pay the bills.

- Cab's coming.

- Are you rushing me?

I don't remember me telling you

to hurry up
when we were screwing.

- Why would you
when it was that good?

- [scoffs]
[horn honks]

- That's your next ride.

- Love your hospitality.
Jerk.

- [exhales]

- [sighs]

Don't you have a home?

- Sure do.

Probably looks a lot
like yours.

Empty fridge, unmade bed.

Although I think you
once mentioned you had a cat.

- I don't have a cat.

- Oh.
Patrick take it in the divorce?

- You know, you got it wrong.
I left him.

But I am curious
what it is about me

that made everyone
assume the opposite.

- You'd rather be here.
Right?

- Thought I wanted kids.

But how many women,

black women,
get to produce a TV show?

Maybe even one day, direct.

Sure, Don is an open boil
on my ass,

but when "Soul Train" is good,
it really is the hippest trip.

- I get it.
I do.

- Patrick didn't.

- Well, it's a good thing

I skipped
my dinner plans tonight.

I had a feeling you were about
to self-sabotage your job,

and leave here
before you finish.

- I am not
the "Soul Train" custodian.

If Don wants
to mess up the show,

then he can
clean it up himself.

- You know another word
for custodian?

Producer.

- Yeah, well,
that's not my title either.

- So when Don realizes that
he can't deliver an episode

to the 107 markets
where it airs, you think that's

when he'll finally recognize
the error of his ways?

Producers don't complain
that the world's on fire.

[clears throat]
Producers just put it out.

You know,
if you're still considering

the whole self-sabotage thing,

I know a place that
will still serve us this late.

My treat.

- I'll see you tomorrow.

- Yeah, goodnight.

- It's Tessa.

Yeah, I know it's late, but I'm
setting a call time tomorrow

for seven in the morning.
Yes, re-shoots.

[somber music]

? ?

- [screaming]

[knocking]

- If anyone should know
my mom's already at the club,

it's you.

- This isn't about her.

- I can't take
any more criticism.

Not from you, or my mom.

- [screaming]

- It's not worth it.

- What?

- Taking risks to get revenge.

I mean,
what if he hit you back?

- I can take care of myself.

- Yeah, that's because this
time, you had the upper hand.

Next time, you might not
be able to break his nose.

[solemn music]

- Are you following me?

It's none of your business, JT.

You saw what I did to Harley.
I kicked his ass.

- Man, that weak-ass wannabe
folded like a pussy.

You proud of yourself?

- Shut up, JT.
Okay, you don't get to tell me

what to do.
You're not my father.

You're not my boyfriend.

[sinister music]

[whimpers]
- [grunts]

- Let go of me.

- You know,
you think you're tough, Simone,

but you're not.

There's always someone
who's tougher and faster,

who is ready
to bang and beat you.

- [exhales]
Get off of me.

- Drop your weight.
Drop it.

[sighs]
Don't fight men, Simone.

Escape.

Next time,

and you know there's
gonna be a next time,

you better run.

? ?

- Have you seen my headscarf?
The Diana Ross one?

I hate that you move things
in here.

- Where are you going?

- [clicks tongue]
Got a call last night.

"Soul Train" says
they need dancers.

- Honey, that's wonderful.

I miss seeing you dance
on television.

- I'm only going 'cause I can
slip my demo to the bands.

Don't make it something
it's not.

- Can I just be happy
for the both of us?

- [sighs]

Only if you help me
find my scarf.

Thank you.
- Simone...

- I don't need a lecture
right now.

- I know you had a rough night.

- You talked to JT?

- You don't talk to me.
It's been six months,

and all I know about you is
what I pick up off the floor.

- So you go to my ex-boyfriend?

How's that for loyalty?

[scoffs]
You're my mother.

- [whispers]
I'm so sorry.

Hospital let you out like this?

- [sighs]
Yeah.

Well, they only let me run
a tab for so long.

- They didn't give you
any bandages?

No antibiotics?
No pain medicine?

[mutters]
Criminal.

You're gonna do this
four times a day.

[whispers]
This too.

[melancholy music]

? ?

- Hey, it's not your fault.

- [whispers]
I don't know.

- I do.
Let it go.

I'm still here.

- I'll be back
in a couple of days.

? ?

JT has walked a hard road
taking care of everyone.

Nobody's ever taking care
of that boy.

- You're doing it again, Mama.

Can't you see that?
- He's not Private Barker.

- You're acting the same way.

? ?

- You know what?

I don't expect you
to understand.

You have never done
a selfless thing

in your entire life.

[overlapping chatter]

[low tempo music]

? ?

- Hey.
- Hi.

Oh, my goodness, how are you?

- Thank you all so much

for coming
on such short notice.

I know some of you are green,
but I need for every one of you

to dance like you are
a regular part of the gang.

This is a big day for us
and for you.

Consider it an audition.

Also, make sure you grab
a box of chicken,

because if you pass out,
you get kicked out.

- And make sure they have
everything here by 3:00,

'cause if they don't go,
we got to go.

I don't know if I like that.

- The dancers know their marks,

the band's finished
sound check,

and we're ready
to roll when you are.

- I'm impressed you put this
all together last minute.

Too bad it looks like
I threw a party

where half my guests
didn't show up.

- [chuckles]

Don, we've shot
with fewer dancers before.

- Look, Tess,
I know that you're angling

for the director's chair too,
but I got to say that

this is telling me that you
aren't quite ready for that.

Shoot the dancers, stage left,

and roll
on cameras one and two.

Then shuffle the dancers,
push them to the other side,

and roll on three and the jib.

[bell rings]

And now, gang, let's all get
down to the sound of Oaktown,

one of the very best in
the business of funk and soul.

Here to deliver us their latest
track, "What is Hip,"

give it up, gang,
for Tower of Power.

? ?

- ? So you want to jump out
your trick bag ?

? And ease on into a hip bag ?

? But you ain't
just exactly sure what's hip ?

? ?

? So you started
to let your hair grow ?

? Spend big bucks
to cop your wardrobe ?

? But somehow you know there's
much more to the trip ?

? What is hip ?

? Tell me, tell me
if you think you know ?

? What is hip ?

? If you're really hip,
the passing years will show ?

? You in a hip trip ?

? Maybe hipper than hip ?

? But what is hip ?

? ?

- [exhales]

I'm not even going to ask
how you got on the lot.

- I talked my way
into a drive-on.

Weatie's a sweetheart.

- [chuckles]
Not what I would call him.

What are you doing here?
- Came to support the band.

They invited me.

- You certainly do know
a lot of people, don't you?

Why don't we have a drink?
Then you can tell me

all about your history
with you and Gerald.

- He wouldn't like that.

As a matter of fact,
neither would I.

- So we can be friends then,
is that it?

- [laughs]

Oh, hell no, Don.
I don't have friends.

- Hey, Don.

[alarm blares]

Someone here for you.

- Don.
- John Simms.

- Listen, I am so, so sorry
for getting off

on the wrong foot, okay?
I didn't mean to make you jump

through hoops in my office.
Forgive me.

- [clears throat]

John would like
to reset our meeting.

- Yeah, everywhere I go lately,
I keep hearing,

"Soul Train," "Soul Train."

Well.
[imitates whistle toots]

We'd like to hop on board with
you before you get too big.

- Well, you better set
that meeting quick then, huh?

- [laughs]

- Guess I made a mess
all in your office.

- Ah, there's
no permanent damage.

- [chuckles]
Right.

Nothing that your assistant
can't take care of, right?

- Oh, my God, a monkey
could answer phones better.

Okay, but hey,
that's what you get

when you hire your friend's
16-year-old daughter.

Am I right?

- Come on, I'll show you
the rest of the stages.

We'll talk.

[eerie music]

? ?

- This gets played
at drive time, lunch time.

More than once in the hour
is a bonus.

- Looks good.
Looks like a hit record.

- Mm-hmm.
- Like a Top 40.

[suspenseful music]

- Evening, Ruby.

- What should I do, Ruby?

- Rabbit.

- Delivering money
to a radio station manager.

That's payola.
- So?

Unless you're gonna use it,
get that gun out of my back.

- Empty, hostile, violent.

- Flattery.

What is it
you don't want me to know?

- Stay away from Don.
And "Soul Train" is off limits.

- Might be fun to play with Don
for a while.

Find out
if you've really gone soft.

- Just 'cause
you're dead inside

don't mean everybody else
has to be.

- I had a hard life.

- You're no victim, Ruby.

That little boy was no threat.

You killed him
'cause you like it.

- And what if I did?

- Then there's nothing left
to do

but to put a bullet
in your brain.

Don't care who's got your back.

- You don't want that.
- Push me and see.

- I'm out for a few days,

but when I get back,
let's catch up again.

Real soon.

- Nothing I'd rather do.

[upbeat music]

[overlapping chatter]

- Scared?

When Jaws jumped out
of the water...

my pants,
hands of God.

I had to wear
the popcorn bucket

the whole way home.

- Some scene in here.

- Trader Vic's?
Yeah.

Merv Griffin's spot.
I'll tell you what, Don,

not a bad vibe considering
it's owned by a game show host.

- Listen, I want
to say how much

I appreciate all the hard work.

I don't know how you pulled
Harmon/Simms

back from the dead, but-

- Hold that thought.

Ready?
- For what?

- I got you a present.

- [sighs]

- [clears throat]
May I present...

- Mercy, mercy, me.
Don Cornelius.

- Elton John.

- Gents.

- "Soul Train."

- You know who I am?
- But of course.

"Love, peace, and soul."
Yes, indeed, Don Cornelius.

Each and every time
we tour the States,

we don't miss
a "Soul Train Saturday."

We've got to get it
on the telly in England,

because the Brits
would go absolutely mad.

Some already do.
The Stones, Bowie.

- I'll make some calls.
- I have to know.

What must I do
to be on "Soul Train?"

- You want
to be on "Soul Train."

- Well, are there auditions,
or?

We're going to be back
in a few weeks' time

to do two nights
at Dodger Stadium.

Oodles of agents are keeping
the schedule tidy.

- Excuse me.

- So?
- Is it me, or is it him?

- [stammers]
Trust me, listen.

Elton John takes your show
into the stratosphere.

- He's the hottest act
on the planet.

- I want you to tell me
to my face, John,

did you only come back to me
because of him?

- Elton John is
a kingmaker, okay?

Advertisers are going
to trip over themselves

to sell
on this one episode, Don.

And we're coming out
of this thing

with a whole lot
of dough.

So what difference
does it make?

? ?

- Next time
on "American Soul"...

This what I think it is?

- Willie's gone
and I need you to step up.

- "Soul Train" is breaking
records, but no one knows.

- Well, that's easy.
Hire a publicist.

- I'm not sure a publicist
is the answer.

- That's my client on the cover
of "Rolling Stone" magazine.

And I highly doubt
you can match that,

even on your best day.

- Fame is the bitch
that sucks the life out of you

when you're
on your very last breath.

- Don, June's gone.
- She can handle herself.

- But how far would she go
with a gun?

- Pull that shit again,
and I will shoot you myself.

[alarms wail]

[tires squeal]

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