one-of-a-kind...
I present Mr. Ray...
Ray... Ray Charles!
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¤ 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.
Voilа.
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:
8,500 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
30,000 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 1,
in New York City.
He's 3 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.
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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 $50 fine.
I ain't late.
I give them
a 10-minute grace period, Joe.
2:05. He's late.
He'll be charged $50.
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