Plot
"My Sweet Satan" - Ricky Casland hangs himself in prison. Flashbacks and discussions with friends trace his degeneracy into drugs and Satan worship that culminates in the crime that put him behind bars. "Roadkill: the Final Days of John Martin" - John Martin stays at home a lot watching TV and eating of the bountiful harvest from the roads. He only goes out when he needs more supplies, and he doesn't always limit himself to roadkill. "Doper" - Barry and his friends smoke a lot of pot, and generally live for the party, but manage to maintain responsible employment, as evidenced by supportive interviews with Barry's coworkers.
Keywords: 40-oz, 90s, acid, angel-dust, based-on-true-story, best-friend, betrayal, blood, bong, cigarette-smoking
Me and him were friends, best friends...
[burning a man's underwear in the fire]::Ricky Kasslin: How does it feel to have something taken off you?
Plot
Anna Mae Bullock always had a special voice. Soon after arriving in St. Louis to live with the mother who had walked out when she was small, the now teenage Anna Mae soon attracts the attention of pop group leader Ike Turner. She becomes the band's singer, his wife, and mother to his children - not all hers. In love with Ike and determined not to leave in the way her mother had, she finds herself the target of increasing violence from her unstable husband who can't see who is making the band such a success.
Keywords: 1960s, 1970s, 1980s, abusive-husband, african-american, african-american-music, african-american-protagonist, audience, based-on-autobiography, based-on-novel
Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken?
Not just the story of a life - The movie of a lifetime.
The triumphant true-life story of Tina Turner!
Ike Turner, Sr.: Hey, Anna Mae, where you goin'? I need to get some sleep!::Tina Turner: Go straight to hell, Ike!
Tina Turner: [to the audience] You know, every now and then, I think you might like to hear something from us nice and easy. But there's just one thing: we never, ever do nothing nice and easy, we always do it nice and rough. So we're gonna take the beginning of this song and do it easy, and then we're gonna do the finish rough. That's the way we do Creedence Clearwater's "Proud Mary".
Tina Turner: I just believe that anything is possible. You know, anything. Now, it took me a long time to get Ike out of my system. And now that I've done that, I'm ready. I'm ready and I know what I want.
Ike Turner, Sr.: [to Tina] Now, you listen to me. I MADE you. You were nothing before you met me, and you ain't gonna be nothing without me.
Grandma Georgiana: Your mama had to go away for a while.::Young Anna Mae Bullock: When is she coming back to get me?::Grandma Georgiana: She ain't, honey. She just ain't.
Jackie: [to Anna Mae] Lorraine was Ike's last gig. He's always booking ahead. Now, you watch yourself.
Zelma Bullock: Now, Anna Mae, I know I wasn't around. But believe me, you were too young to know what was going on with your daddy and me.::Tina Turner: Did Alline understand? She ain't that much older then me.::Zelma Bullock: Now, don't think you're going to come live in my house and make me feel bad. You're gonna have to pull your own weight, girl. This ain't just some party town, you hear?
Judge: I want you to be very sure about this. This means you're gonna walk out of here with absolutely nothing.::Tina Turner: Except my name. I'll give up all that other stuff, but only if I get to keep my name. I've worked too hard for it, your honor.::Ike Turner, Sr.: The name is mine. The name got my daddy's blood on it. If she wanna go, she can go wherever she wanna go, but the name stays home!
Ike Turner, Sr.: [to Tina] Now, we got the right song in the right place at the right time! Now, I need you to get out on that stage right now!
Jackie: [after being hit by Ike for defending Tina] Fuck you, Ike! I'm outta here. You ain't got to hit me but once!::Tina Turner: Jackie, it's alright!::Jackie: It's not alright unless the motherfucker piles on you! If you had any sense, you'd get outta here, too.::Ike Turner, Sr.: [throws Jackie's bag at her] If you had any sense, you'd get the fuck out of here!::Jackie: [to Ike] KISS MY ASS!::[to Tina]::Jackie: You're a dead woman if you stay here!::Ike Turner, Sr.: And don't let me catch you around in my house either! Come on, sit down and eat some cake, Anna Mae.
Ike Wister Turner (November 5, 1931 – December 12, 2007) was an American musician, bandleader, songwriter, arranger, talent scout, and record producer. In a career that lasted more than half a century, his repertoire included blues, soul, rock, and funk. He is most popularly known for his 1960s work with his then wife Tina Turner in the Ike & Tina Turner revue. Growing up in Clarksdale, Mississippi, he began playing piano and guitar when he was eight, forming his group, the Kings of Rhythm as a teenager at high school. He employed the group as his backing band for the rest of his life. His first recording, "Rocket 88" with the Kings of Rhythm credited as "Jackie Brenston and his Delta Cats", in 1951, is considered a possible contender for "first rock and roll song". Relocating to St. Louis, Missouri in 1954, he built the Kings into one of the most renowned acts on the local club circuit. It was there he met singer Anna Mae Bullock, whom he married and renamed Tina Turner, forming the Ike & Tina Turner Revue, which over the course of the sixties became a soul/rock crossover success.
[Featuring Mack 10][Featuring Mack 10]
(Juss woke up, head hurt...)
(Coughing)
Sorry Ike, I was only tryin to help you
You? Tryin to help Ike?
(Mack 10)
Snatchin the bitches in the headlock
It's that nigga the M-A-C-1-0 and Dre Dog straight doggin
Punk bitches we be hoggin
It's me that nigga that post in the corner with a dunce hat
But fuck that
These hoes got a nigga on skitzo so Dre Dog, get way back
And I be, that nigga I-K-E, and we know who you gonna play
So sit back and be O.J.
For now, we gonna plot and premeditate this murder
I heard a nigga say that you can't fuck with Ike Turner
So I'm gonna be that nigga who put these hoes out
Blacked out, locced out
Ready to go all out
And rip a heffa's grill out
So spill out your brains bitch, all over the carpet
I was in the market, you got caught as a target
Now fuckin mine you see the eye of me and you say gansta
Gangsta, that's what they be yellin for me
That nigga I-K-E nigga aka murder
That nigga Ike Turner
Sorry Ike, I was only tryin to help you
You? Tryin to help Ike?
Sorry Ike, I was only tryin to help you
You? Tryin to help Ike?
(Mac 10)
Stirrin, yeah I'm gonna stir this shit like coffee
You hoes that wanna be bossy can't ball Mac cause I will off the
Like skill kill blood will be runnin off the table
The black bald headed captain's back so now you got to prey for
Your life as you look into the face of M-A-C
But you don't see me you juss see the M-I-R-A-G-E of me
And my ax as i crizack your back
For fuckin with the Mac, you dirty ass rat
See, I could be a good guy
I'd rather be a bad guy, and look deep in your izeye
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Before I see you dizeye
You can fetch a dolla, I love when I hear hoes holla
And they choke, from my hands around they collar
The Graveyard is back and, I'm in all black and
My eyes all bloodshot, cause death got me locked
So, I'm ready to snap and, Dre can't hold me back and
Cause I'm too far gone nigga too far gone
My baby mama hates me, I choked her till she couldn't breath
And tightened up, until I seen her nose bleed
I told you on Dre's album choke em until they color switch
Juss call me (cleana man, love to see your body twitch
I'm a crazy lunatic man, a murder man
But you can juss call me Mac 10
So don't cross me cause you will be offed G
Dre and Mac 10 nigga gone out the dark
(Dre Dog)
I be that nigga that be the mothafucka here
The mothafucka there
Knock a Tina out and have her sleepin like a bear
In the winter, you lookin for the dragon then enter
I'm warning ya, slapping you like President Abaloneya
So now, this indo got me snappin like an alligator
Temper up and down like a mothafuckin elevator
Serve em, I gotta get the mothafuckin money (right)
Then hit em with the force of a car crash dummy
These hoes will have a muthafuckas heart on cold
Stoppin mothafuckas like 4th and goal
And on 4th and goal, I'm legit for the blitz
But I'm gonna set up in the middle for an LT hit like bam
Bitch you think I give a God damm?
Breakin backboards on NBA jams
You little heffa, I'm breathin down your mothafuckin neck
With reactions like a black hero Vietnam vet
Upset, like you lost a fuckin million dollar check
(Juss woke up, head hurt...)
(Coughing)
Sorry Ike, I was only tryin to help you
You? Tryin to help Ike?
(Mack 10)
Snatchin the bitches in the headlock
It's that nigga the M-A-C-1-0 and Dre Dog straight
doggin
Punk bitches we be hoggin
It's me that nigga that post in the corner with a dunce
But fuck that
These hoes got a nigga on skitzo so Dre Dog, get way
back
And I be, that nigga I-K-E, and we know who you gonna
play
So sit back and be O.J.
For now, we gonna plot and premeditate this murder
I heard a nigga say that you can't fuck with Ike Turner
So I'm gonna be that nigga who put these hoes out
Blacked out, locced out
Ready to go all out
And rip a heffa's grill out
So spill out your brains bitch, all over the carpet
I was in the market, you got caught as a target
Now fuckin mine you see the eye of me and you say
gansta
Gangsta, that's what they be yellin for me
That nigga I-K-E nigga aka murder
That nigga Ike Turner
Sorry Ike, I was only tryin to help you
You? Tryin to help Ike?
Sorry Ike, I was only tryin to help you
You? Tryin to help Ike?
(Mac 10)
Stirrin, yeah I'm gonna stir this shit like coffee
You hoes that wanna be bossy can't ball Mac cause I
will off the
Like skill kill blood will be runnin off the table
The black bald headed captain's back so now you got to
prey for
Your life as you look into the face of M-A-C
But you don't see me you juss see the M-I-R-A-G-E of me
And my ax as I crizack your back
For fuckin with the Mac, you dirty ass rat
See, I could be a good guy
I'd rather be a bad guy, and look deep in your izeye
Before I see you dizeye
You can fetch a dolla, I love when I hear hoes holla
And they choke, from my hands around they collar
The Graveyard is back and, I'm in all black and
My eyes all bloodshot, cause death got me locked
So, I'm ready to snap and, Dre can't hold me back and
Cause I'm too far gone nigga too far gone
My baby mama hates me, I choked her till she couldn't
breath
And tightened up, until I seen her nose bleed
I told you on Dre's album choke em until they color
switch
Juss call me (cleana man, love to see your body twitch
I'm a crazy lunatic man, a murder man
But you can juss call me Mac 10
So don't cross me cause you will be offed G
Dre and Mac 10 nigga gone out the dark
(Dre Dog)
I be that nigga that be the mothafucka here
The mothafucka there
Knock a Tina out and have her sleepin like a bear
In the winter, you lookin for the dragon then enter
I'm warning ya, slapping you like President Abaloneya
So now, this indo got me snappin like an alligator
Take her up and down like a mothafuckin elevator
Serve em, I gotta get the mothafuckin money (right)
Then hit em with the force of a car crash dummy
These hoes will have a muthafuckas heart on cold
Stoppin mothafuckas like 4th and goal
And on 4th and goal, I'm legit for the blitz
But I'm gonna set up in the middle for an LT hit like
Bitch you think I give a God damm?
Breakin backboards on 180 jams
You little heffa, I'm breathin down your mothafuckin
neck
With reactions like a black hero Vietnam vet
Upset, like you lost a fuckin million dollar check
(Juss woke up, head hurt...)
[Coughing]
Sorry Ike, I was only tryin to help you
You? Tryin to help Ike?
[Mack 10]
Snatchin the bitches in the headlock
It's that nigga the M-A-C-1-0 and Dre Dog straight doggin
Punk bitches we be hoggin
It's me that nigga that post in the corner with a dunce hat
But fuck that
These hoes got a nigga on skitzo so Dre Dog, get way back
And I be, that nigga I-K-E, and we know who you gonna play
So sit back and be O.J.
For now, we gonna plot and premeditate this murder
I heard a nigga say that you can't fuck with Ike Turner
So I'm gonna be that nigga who put these hoes out
Blacked out, locced out
Ready to go all out
And rip a heffa's grill out
So spill out your brains bitch, all over the carpet
I was in the market, you got caught as a target
Now fuckin mine you see the eye of me and you say gansta
Gangsta, that's what they be yellin for me
That nigga I-K-E nigga aka murder
That nigga Ike Turner
Sorry Ike, I was only tryin to help you
You? Tryin to help Ike?
Sorry Ike, I was only tryin to help you
You? Tryin to help Ike?
[Mac 10]
Stirrin, yeah I'm gonna stir this shit like coffee
You hoes that wanna be bossy can't ball Mac cause I will off the
Like skill kill blood will be runnin off the table
The black bald headed captain's back so now you got to prey for
Your life as you look into the face of M-A-C
But you don't see me you juss see the M-I-R-A-G-E of me
And my ax as i crizack your back
For fuckin with the Mac, you dirty ass rat
See, I could be a good guy
I'd rather be a bad guy, and look deep in your izeye
Before I see you dizeye
You can fetch a dolla, I love when I hear hoes holla
And they choke, from my hands around they collar
The Graveyard is back and, I'm in all black and
My eyes all bloodshot, cause death got me locked
So, I'm ready to snap and, Dre can't hold me back and
Cause I'm too far gone nigga too far gone
My baby mama hates me, I choked her till she couldn't breath
And tightened up, until I seen her nose bleed
I told you on Dre's album choke em until they color switch
Juss call me (cleana man, love to see your body twitch
I'm a crazy lunatic man, a murder man
But you can juss call me Mac 10
So don't cross me cause you will be offed G
Dre and Mac 10 nigga gone out the dark
[Dre Dog]
I be that nigga that be the mothafucka here
The mothafucka there
Knock a Tina out and have her sleepin like a bear
In the winter, you lookin for the dragon then enter
I'm warning ya, slapping you like President Abaloneya
So now, this indo got me snappin like an alligator
Take her up and down like a mothafuckin elevator
Serve em, I gotta get the mothafuckin money (right)
Then hit em with the force of a car crash dummy
These hoes will have a muthafuckas heart on cold
Stoppin mothafuckas like 4th and goal
And on 4th and goal, I'm legit for the blitz
But I'm gonna set up in the middle for an LT hit like bam
Bitch you think I give a God damm?
Breakin backboards on 180 jams
You little heffa, I'm breathin down your mothafuckin neck
With reactions like a black hero Vietnam vet
Upset, like you lost a fuckin million dollar check