♪ Will lead you to my blue heaven ♪
♪ You'll see a smiling face, a fireplace ♪
♪ A cozy room ♪
♪ A little nest that's nestled where ♪
♪ The roses bloom ♪
♪ Just Molly and me ♪
♪ And my baby makes three ♪
♪ We're happy in my ♪
♪ Blue heaven ♪
Yes, a little lousy.
Maybe it'll sound better tonight
with colored lights.
We got a visitor from the
outside world where they shave.
- Who let you in?
- I let myself in.
I'm Red Nichols from Ogden, Utah.
I'm your new cornet player, remember?
You're late.
Well, I'm sorry about that but
I've never been in New York before...
and I got a little mixed up
with the subways. The...
Did you know the BMT comes up here,
and the IRT doesn't?
And neither does the Chesapeake & Ohio.
You're the first to complain about it.
Get your chair.
You a sight man?
I can read anything that's written.
Ok, you crooks, go ahead and laugh.
I found this kid in the desert...
been blowing rings around any
of you and he works at half the price.
Sweetest music you ever heard.
I got a guy in a boiler factory in Joplin,
warming up for your job, Dorsey.
Don't buy anything on time.
Ok, let's try it again.
Can I just play a few notes here
so I won't hit a clam?
Help yourself.
Are you ready, maestro? From the top.
That means from here. Don't take the IRT.
You...
- where's that town you're from?
- Ogden, Utah. Why?
Well, don't play that horn
so the folks back home can hear you.
You got a mute?
- Yeah.
- Well, use it. Use it all the time.
Alright, the only thing is Mr.Paradise,
I play New Orleans style.
You know, it's the newest thing.
As a matter of fact...
I've got an arrangement in here
of the very number you're doing...
Put that thing away. Sit down.
Can't you take a little friendly advice?
Put that horn in your big mouth and blow.
Welcome to paradise.
That's all right.
Pretty soon, you'll all be working for me.
Come on. Look, will you make up your mind?
The girls are waiting.
Look, I appreciate it Tony.
Don't get me wrong.
- Who is this guy?
- He works in a band.
There's a new trumpet player up in Harlem.
He just came from New Orleans.
The boys told me he was just great.
They're going up to
listen to him tonight. I thought...
They go up every night.
You can catch him anytime.
Well Frankly Tony,
I'd like to steer clear of chorus girls.
My mother gave me a note
to a lady in Brooklyn...
- and this lady's got a daughter.
- Naturally.
- What?
- Naturally.
Brooklyn is solid mothers and daughters.
Every auto horn
plays Mendelssohn's Wedding March...
and Mendelssohn's driving the car.
You're quite a character. I haven't even
met the girl in Brooklyn yet.
- You've got me married to her.
- Well, you see how easy it is?
Now, these Broadway frails,
it's a different league.
There's no home games.
Tony, why are you doing all this for me?
You're an awfully nice fellow,
but you hardly know me, really.
I take in strays.
I don't like anybody should be lonely.
- I'm not lonely...
- I got a heart as big as all outdoors.
How much money you say you got on you?
$20 Tony but that's room rent.
Red, will you forget about the room?
We may never have to get out of the car.
Look, I'll tell you what we'll do. We'll
drive up to Harlem, catch the bugle...
and from then on in,
we play by ear, all right?
Alright.
- You ready, girls? Come on. Lets go.
- Tony, I don't think so.
- Let's go.
- Honestly, where's this guy come from?
What difference does it make?
He's from Ogden, Utah.
Utah? Is that in the Union?
Well, you wanted me to get you a date,
didn't you?
- Must be Aaron Slick from Punkin.
- You be quiet.
- It's her date, not yours.
- Well, she's a friend of mine.
Oh Tony, why should I go out
with some farm boy from Utah?
He's a nice guy.
- I guess I'm stuck.
- Alright, wait here. I'll be right back.
It's all set. She's dying to go out with you.
Yeah.
I don't know how you do it boy.
From this distance too.
Must be the smell of the silo.
What did you say his name is?
Huckleberry Finn?
You can't leave him standing there now.
You've got a date with him.
Red, this is my girl Tommye Eden.
She's a dancer.
- And this is Bobbie Meredith. She sings.
- How doody ma'am.
How do you do? I've got to be home early.
That's all right ma'am.
Just don't pay it no never mind.
You'll get home just as early as you please.
Oh, brother, I bet the cows
back in Ogden just loved you.
Well ma'am, I didn't shake their hands.
That were a zinger, weren't it ma'am?
Now, we better get in the car. Come on.
Boy, before the night's over
I may poison him.
I'll toss you for it.
Say, plowboy,
are you sure you ever danced before?
Oh, yes ma'am, lots of times.
With girls?
Well, when I couldn't get nothing better.
Oh, now, look. Look.
I know this may seem like
some weird tribal rite or something...
but this is how the dance is usually done.
One, two, three. One, two, three.
One, two, three. One, two, three.
I think I've got it now.
- Why, you...
- Yes ma'am.
- Set it right here baby.
- Thank you Tony.
I should've warned you, Bobbie.
This kid is hip.
Thanks.
We didn't order any tea. Did you order...
- Oh, maybe the girls ordered some tea.
- Red. Red.
This is tea like my mother used to make...
for Sunday afternoon with the Mafia.
Ninety proof.
It's in teacups in case of a raid.
Don't you think I know that?
No. You ever been in a speakeasy before?
Oh, come on. I've been in dozens of them.
Here's mud in your eye.
Yeah.
We got a real live one here.
Have some more tea, plowboy.
It just Plowboy?
I'll show you plowboy.
Well, here's some more mud.
Wood alcohol. I've gone blind.
Oh, Red. They just turned out the lights.
That's all.
I was only kidding.
Don't you think I know that?
No.
- Red, how about that bugle?
- Like the music?
Next to my father, that's the greatest
trumpet I ever heard in my whole life.
We'll let you drink to that.
♪ Won't you come home Bill Bailey ♪
♪ Won't you come home? ♪
♪ I'm feeling all alone ♪
♪ I'll do the cooking darling ♪
♪ I'll pay the rent ♪
♪ I know I've done you wrong ♪
♪ Remember that rainy eve ♪
♪ That I drove you out ♪
♪ With nothing but a fine-tooth comb? ♪
♪ I know I'm to blame ♪
♪ Well, ain't that a shame ♪
♪ Bill Bailey, ♪
♪ won't you please come home ♪
♪ Yes, won't you come home Bill Bailey ♪
♪ Won't you come home ♪
♪ I'm feeling all alone ♪
Here you go, Red.
♪ Won't you come home Bill Bailey ♪
♪ Won't you come home ♪
♪ I'm going to love you long ♪
It's all right Mac.
♪ Won't you come home Bill Bailey ♪
♪ Won't you come home Bill Bailey ♪
♪ With nothing but a fine-tooth comb ♪
♪ I know I'm to blame ♪
♪ Ain't that a shame ♪
♪ Bill Bailey, ♪
♪ won't you please come home ♪
Oh, he's changing weapons. Where's my horn?
Red. Red, don't start that.
They'll blow you right out of the room.
One, One more chorus boys, eh?
One, One, One...
Would you play one more chorus please?
What can I do for you?
Well, I, I'd like to show you
how to really play this thing.
You look a little shaky there son.
You better sit this one out.
We'll get to the volunteers later.
Yeah, well, I,
you don't believe I can play this, eh?
Well, I'd like to inform you
about one information of piece of fact...
that I happen to be
the second-greatest cornet player...
- in Ogden, Utah.
- North Ogden or South Ogden?
You don't think that's much, do you?
Well, my father happens to live there...
and he's the greatest cornet player
in the whole world. Ask anybody.
If he ain't Gabriel,
you're in trouble. Play it.
- Where's the arrangement?
- Arrangement?
Man, nobody write down Dixieland.
You just let it happen.
Well, suppose it happens great one,
suppose it happens great one time...
and you'd like it to happen exactly
the same way. What do you do then?
Just like tapping a nightingale
on the shoulder, saying...
How's that again, Dicky-bird?
Well, I write it down.
I've been writing it down
since I was 13 years old.
Here, I've got it right here.
Here's the drum part right there.
Would you just hold this here
right there? Thank you very much.
The, that's right there. The, right there.
The Battle Hymn of the Republic.
Maybe you better come back Sunday.
This prayer meeting ain't ready
for that kind of music.
Just try to stay with me, eh boys?
Don't look back,
or you'll be trampled to death.
I'm going to be very sick.
Excuse it, folks.
Somebody must've put alcohol in our liquor.
- Feel better?
- Where's my horn?
You feel better.
I wouldn't want anything to happen
to this horn.
There's not another one like it
in the entire world...
and my father gave this to me.
You know that tea we had before...
that's the first drink of liquor
I ever had...
in my whole entire life
ever since I was born.
I wish I hadn't been...
I'd never have guessed it, Red.
While we're on the subject
of confession, I may as well tell you...
that nobody in Ogden calls me Red, except me.
My name is Loring.
I couldn't help it.
Actually, it's Ernest Loring Nichols.
Now, you're ashamed of all the wrong things.
You know what my real name is?
- Willa.
- What?
Willa. Willa Steutesman.
- Willa what?
- Steutesman.
Willa Steutesman? Oh, you're kidding.
Willa?
- Hi, Willa.
- Hi Loring.
Now you just take it easy,
and I'll get your hat and then...
And you can take me home.
Let's not wait for Tony.
You mean you want just me alone...
to take you home all by myself
with nobody else but just me?
And remember...
it doesn't really matter that...
you'll never be
the greatest cornet player in the world.
Doesn't really matter?
- You don't believe me, either.
- Oh please. Now just wait here Loring.
Just call me Red.
♪ Glory, glory ♪
♪ Hallelujah ♪
♪ Oh, yes ♪
♪ Gloried man ♪
♪ Oh, yes, oh, yes, oh, yes ♪
♪ Oh, yes, oh, yes ♪
Yeah.
Yeah, get that boy's license number.
He caught the nightingale.
- More. More.
- More. More.
And when I was 5 years old,
I was playing Carnival in Venice...
at church festivals.
Have you ever been
at a church festival in Ogden, Utah?
I don't think so.
Well, you don't know what you've missed.
And now, Professor E. W. Nichols...
and the entire Nichols family orchestra...
featuring Master Loring Nichols, aged five...
will play
The Carnival in Venice on the silver...
You know, it was real silver too.
My father's still got it,
as a matter of fact.
Let me finish honey.
How much longer is the cab ride?
- Oh, it's a long way to Brooklyn.
- Good.
You live in Brooklyn?
And it's so late. I know
I'm going to catch it from my mother.
You have a mother?
Well, sure. It happens, even to showgirls.
Brooklyn and mother.
- Did you just hear what I heard?
- What?
Never mind. You will.
You had to go to Brooklyn, eh?
You went to Brooklyn.
I told you...
What's going on here?
Meet the blushing bride, my friend.
- Willa and I just got married.
- Who's Willa?
- Me, Bobbie.
- Good luck.
Thanks. Say, I want to know if we could...
have a little time off for the honeymoon?
- Just, you know...
- You get five-minute breaks, don't you?
That's two choruses and a reprise.
- Get out 43, 56 and 42.
- Real sweet fellow, isn't he?
- Keep your mind on the music, will you?
- Yeah, I'll do that. Don't worry about it.
By the way,
you didn't get a chance to look over...
those arrangements I did for you, did you?
- If you want them, they're in the ashcan.
- What?
You trying to put me out of business
with that broken-down Dixieland?
- What are you talking about? It's...
- I gave your tone-deaf canary a job.
What else do you want?
- Now wait a minute...
- Now sit down, shut up and blow.
High-ho, one and all...
and a very fond welcome
to the sweetest music ever played.
We're a little misty-eyed tonight.
For our own Loring Red Nichols...
the finest cornet in the country,
has taken to himself a bride...
none other than the new addition
to our happy family...
our society chanteuse,
the lovely Miss Bobbie Meredith.
For our loving couple, we dedicate
our theme with all of our blessings.
If you will hold my hand.
Misty-eyed, eh? I'll show him misty-eyed.
Loring, don't do anything crazy.
We need him more than he needs us.
♪ With eyes a fire ♪
♪ I'll know your desire ♪
♪ Then a heavenly kiss ♪
♪ I won't resist ♪
♪ For you will dim the lights ♪
♪ Then I will hold you tight ♪
♪ I'll take you ♪
♪ To paradise ♪
Hello.
Did you apologize to him like I asked you to?
Well, I had a little talk with him
after the show.
- Well?
- Well...
you wouldn't want me to stay in
the band if I weren't happy, would you?
I mean, can you imagine
another couple of months...
of, Good evening, one and all.
I'm a little misty-eyed tonight,
oh, misty-eyed...
- Oh Loring, you didn't even try.
- Yes, I did try baby. I tried my best...
but he wouldn't listen to reason,
so I hit him in the eye and quit.
- Oh but Loring, we just got married.
- I know.
Oh, well. At least I still have a job.
I better tell you now honey.
I hit him for both of us.
You what?
- Oh Loring.
- I couldn't have my wife...
working for a guy like that. Now look.
Honey, will you stop worrying.
Pretty soon he'll be working for me.
I don't even know you. You're a stranger.
No, I'm not.
My mother was right.
She said you were unstable.
- You do crazy things all the time.
- No. No. Please, no.
No, I don't honey.
Why don't we talk about that tomorrow?
- After all, this is our wedding night.
- It was all a mistake, a horrible mistake.
Bobbie, will you...
Bobbie, listen. What kind of
a bridal suite is this anyway?
- The doors lock.
- You can sleep in there on the couch.
We'll both get a night's rest.
I don't want a night's rest.
Hello.
Now, here are your pajamas
and your toothbrush.
Bobbie, listen. I'll do anything you say.
I'll go back and beg Will for the job.
I'll play so softly
nobody will know I'm there. Please.
No. No, you won't Loring.
Do you know why you quit Will's band?
He didn't like your arrangements.
- Now, isn't that true?
- Hello. Well, what if it is?
Bobbie, listen. I...
If you don't even think of me
on our wedding night...
what chance have I got on our anniversary?
- Hello?
- I forgot to give you the toothpaste.
Well, squeeze it under the door.
Bobbie Willa.
- Oh Loring.
- I'm sorry.
I'll apologize to the toothpaste.
I'll apologize to anybody.
Go on.
- Loring?
- What?
- Good night.
- Good night.
Sleep tight.
Loring,
I've never slept in a bridal suite before.
Well, let me know what it's like.
How much did this suite cost you
for the night?
- Will you stop that?
- Yes but I want to know.
$50 but it's all right.
We're using both rooms.
$50? What a crazy thing to do.
Well, I wanted you to have the best.
After all, a wedding night is something...
you want to remember
for the rest of your life.
I'll remember this one after I'm dead.
- Well, where did you get the money?
- What difference does it make?
But the money...
I hocked my horn after I got fired.
You what?
There's an all-night hock shop
open on Sixth Avenue.
It's a public necessity,
like the fire department.
Oh Loring.
That's not so terrible.
All the fellows do it when they run short.
But you once told me that there wasn't
another horn like it in the whole world...
- and you wouldn't let it go for anything.
- Well, I'm crazy. Ask your mother.
It's a lovely suite.
Here. Have an apple.
The manager sent it up. Free.
Thanks.
You know,
you're going to make a terrible husband.
I'll never know from one minute
to the next what you're going to do.
That's all right. Neither will I.
Isn't it wonderful to be rich?
The Clicquot Club Eskimos are on the air...
with a dogsled full of beverages
for your local grocer.
And to start the show off tonight...
here's that sensational hit...
Back home in Indiana.
♪ Back home again ♪
♪ In Indiana ♪
♪ In the fields I used to roam ♪
♪ When I dream ♪
♪ About the moonlight on the Wabash ♪
♪ Then I long for my Indiana home ♪
♪ The Sunflow pineapple company ♪
♪ presents... ♪
♪ The authentic Hawaiian music... ♪
♪ Of Sam Weiskopf ♪
♪ and his romantic islanders. ♪
♪ Indiana Home ♪
♪ Presenting to you... ♪
♪ The Samovar Tea Cossacks. ♪
♪ The Canada Dry Mounties ♪
♪ are on the air. ♪
♪ Back home again ♪
♪ In Indiana ♪
♪ In the fields of new mown hay ♪
Help.
They warned me against this guy,
Nichols. He'll never work again.
What about the horse?
Murray, bring me
a cup of coffee and some cheesecake.
Remember, no more credit.
Your husband promised to pay the bill
when he got another job.
Salami could be out of style by then.
- Hey, Bobbie, come on over and join us.
- Alright.
You know all the boys?
Jimmy Dorsey, Glenn Miller,
Artie Shaw and Dave Tough.
- Hello.
- Hi. Please sit down.
Oh, I'm beat. I've been job hunting all day.
Nobody seems to be hiring society chanteuses.
You picked a great day for it.
You know, I tried calling Red
at the hotel the other day.
You're not registered.
Well, we've been living with my mother.
She loves him.
Incidentally, Bobbie, would you give
these arrangements back to Red?
He wanted us to cut some sides with him.
But he was a little vague about the salary.
He didn't even mention it.
- I think he's going to float a bond issue.
- Or toss us for it.
Me, I can't stand cheesecake.
Lays on my stomach like a lump. Enjoy.
Red hasn't decided
where he was going to record, either.
Well, I think it was a tossup between
the Yankee Stadium and Carnegie Hall.
Any of you bother
to look at his arrangements?
Honey, come on. It's that Dixieland.
You can't see the notes...
- through the tall cotton.
- The tall corn.
Let me tell you stupid idiots something.
If Loring says that he's going to play
in Carnegie Hall, don't bet against it.
And if he has a new idea about music,
he'll bring it off...
while the rest of you sit around
in your rented tuxedos...
- blowing syrup out of your horns.
- Bobbie, we were just...
- Oh, be quiet. My name is Willa.
- I thought it was Bobbie.
You ought to be flattered he asked you
to play, because he only wants the best.
And so do I. That's why I married him
instead of you or you or you.
- I'm married.
- Keep quiet.
- Where's my check?
- I'll take it.
No, you won't.
- Put it on the bill.
- Let him take it.
- You didn't eat your cheesecake.
- No, I can't. I don't feel well.
I told you, it lays on your stomach.
I'm a little dizzy.
Where can I get some cold water?
Back here. Ladies' lounge.
You feel all right, Bobbie?
Listen please,
don't say anything to Loring, eh?
I wouldn't want to worry him.
Sure, let him be the only one
who ain't worried.
- Glenn, what's with her?
- You've been living on the moon?
- I'll bet you she's in her second month.
- No, it's her first.
- I didn't know that.
- You guys are all wrong.
$5 says it's the third.
- I'll take the fourth.
- This is becoming interesting now.
- Covered.
- Want to get in?
No, not me.
There aren't any good months left.
- I got change.
- That poor kid.
Living with her mother too.
Living with Red. That's worse.
Fellows, here. Take a look at this.
Hi, Murray.
Could you get me a half corned beef
sandwich on a seeded roll?
And trim all the fat off this time, will you?
Why don't you eat your wife's cheesecake?
Why don't you get some new pickles?
That's not bad. It's kind of like...
No, it's not bad. It's fine. It's,
the notes are all great boys...
- but the tempo is just deadly.
- It's the first time.
I know it's the first time
but it's still too beat, you know?
You got to move it.
Sure, here. Do it.
Let me do it with you once.
Next week, Carnegie Hall.
♪ Everybody, grab a partner ♪
♪ And just let yourself go ♪
♪ Follow that leader ♪
♪ Just follow that Joe ♪
♪ He can teach you ♪ ♪ He can reach you ♪
♪ Like nobody else can ♪
♪ Follow that leader ♪
♪ Just follow that man ♪
♪ If you do what he do ♪
♪ What he do, what he do, what he does ♪
♪ You'll be really dancing ♪
♪ Come on and take a chance in ♪
♪ Razzmatazz ♪ ♪ Jazz ♪
♪ Butcher, baker, candlestick maker ♪
♪ Are all joining the clan ♪
♪ So, pleedge, colleege or flappa ♪
♪ Or Phi Beta Kappa ♪
♪ Just follow that, follow that ♪
♪ Follow that leader ♪
♪ Follow that, follow that ♪
♪ Follow that leader ♪
♪ Man ♪
He better take it easy with her,
or you'll lose the pool.
- I don't think she's told him yet.
- She hasn't told him yet?
♪ Everybody, follow the leader ♪
♪ Everybody, follow the leader ♪
♪ Everybody, follow the leader man ♪
Easy. She's out of her mind.
Everybody, Peabody.
Change partners and Charleston.
Everybody, change partners.
You know something?
You know you're the prettiest girl
at this prom?
- Me?
- Yeah.
I'm an old married lady.
Never. Never happened.
We've got it beat honey.
What do they call it?
Companionate marriage, eh?
Carefree, gay, legal.
- It's been wonderful.
- And you know something?
If the band keeps going
the way it has been...
in a couple of years, we can settle down...
stop traveling and we can have
a real corny, old-fashioned family.
- You mean it?
- Absolutely.
We'll have a little golden-haired corny girl.
And a corny little redheaded boy.
- Loring.
- What?
- I went to the doctor the other day.
- Yeah?
And he has a rabbit
that says I'm three months corny.
Oh, that's sweet because, what?
Well, do you mind? I mean...
I mean, a rabbit knowing all about us
and everything?
No, I don't mind. Honey, I...
No, if it's got to be, it's great...
but should you be dancing like this baby?
Oh, I feel fine.
I know but maybe you ought to
lie down. Slow down honey.
No, I feel fine.
Maybe you ought to take some mineral oil...
- or something, eh?
- No.
- How do we get you off the floor.
- Everybody, change partners.
I feel fine.
How can you feel fine when I'm nauseous?
Look, I'll get you off the floor.
- We'll find a place for you to sit.
- No Loring. Honestly, no.
Hey, look...
Play a waltz. Minuet. Stop the music.
Bobbie. Bobbie, tell him about the rabbit.
Put her down.
Stop it.
Oh Loring.
Oh Loring, don't be silly.
I'm all right. Put me down.
- I've got to sing the next number.
- Well, you're fired, both of you.
Does she really look like me?
What are you crying about?
I'm the one who has to go back...
to the Canada Dry Mounties.
We've been waiting for you Mr.Nichols.
How's my little baby?
- How are you?
- Did you see the baby?
Yes but I still love you.
Everything is going to be fine honey.
I'm going to find us a little
apartment in Brooklyn and...
- In Brooklyn?
- Yeah.
- What for?
- To raise our daughter.
That's the best climate for daughters.
Yeah but what about fathers?
You're supposed to open...
- in Pittsburgh on Friday.
- I know. I know.
Will you stop being concerned about it?
It's time I settled down.
I'm going to open right here.
Red Nichols and his One Penny.
I got you something. It's kind of cute.
I caught him and had him stuffed.
That'll teach him to sh**t his big mouth off.
- No Loring.
- What?
No, I'm not going to let the baby
change our lives.
- The baby's not going to change anything.
- You've wanted this for so long...
- and worked so hard for it.
- I know, sweetheart...
As soon as the baby's strong enough,
we'll join you on that bus.
You can't afford to give up the band now.
You've got another mouth to feed.
- I thought you were going to feed it.
- I am and I'll be very happy doing it.
And I want you to do
what you'll be happy doing.
I'm happy doing what I'm doing.
Not barking for the Clicquot Club Eskimos.
I know but that isn't too bad honey. I was...
- Loring.
- What?
Deep down, what do you really want to do?
Have I told you how wonderful you are?
Not lately.
Loring. Loring, stop it.
How do you expect Dorothy to sleep with that?
How do you expect us to sleep with that?
Well honey, it's a lullaby. I wrote it.
It's a lullaby called Lullaby in Ragtime.
I wrote it for the baby too, didn't I?
I know it's a lullaby. You know
it's a lullaby. But the baby doesn't.
Stop making it sound like The Anvil Chorus.
Fellows, you heard what the lady said,
didn't you?
Let's play it pianininimissimo
and andanterini.
In case any of you
have had any musical training...
you know what that means.
What does it mean?
Softly.
♪ Won't you play the music ♪
♪ so the cradle can rock ♪
♪ To a lullaby in ragtime ♪
♪ Sleepy hands are creeping ♪
♪ to the end of the clock ♪
♪ Play a lullaby in ragtime ♪
♪ You can tell the sandman is on his way ♪
♪ By the way ♪ ♪ that they play ♪
♪ As still as the trill of a thrush ♪
♪ In a twilight hush ♪
♪ So you can hear ♪
♪ the rhythm of the ripples ♪
♪ On the side of the boat ♪
♪ As you sail away to dreamland ♪
♪ High above the moon ♪
♪ you hear a silvery note ♪
♪ As the sandman takes your hand ♪
♪ So rock-a-by, my baby ♪
♪ don't you cry, my baby ♪
♪ Sleepy-time is nigh ♪
♪ Won't you rock me ♪
♪ To a ragtime lullaby ♪
♪ Won't you play the music ♪
♪ So the cradle can rock ♪ ♪ Goodnight ♪
♪ To a lullaby in ragtime ♪
♪ time to call it a day ♪
♪ Sleepy hands are creeping ♪
♪ To the end of the clock ♪ ♪ Sleep tight ♪
♪ Play a lullaby in ragtime ♪
♪ dream your troubles away ♪
♪ You can tell the sandman is on his way ♪
♪ Goodnight ♪
♪ By the way that they play ♪
♪ in spite of any sorrow ♪
♪ As still as the trill of a thrush ♪
♪ There's a brand-new day ♪
♪ In a twilight hush ♪
♪ on its way tomorrow ♪
♪ So you can hear ♪
♪ the rhythm of the ripples ♪
♪ On the side of the boat ♪ ♪ Someday ♪
♪ As you sail away to dreamland ♪
♪ all your dreams will come true ♪
♪ High above the moon ♪
♪ You hear a silvery note ♪ ♪ Some way ♪
♪ As the sandman takes your hand ♪
♪ for me and you ♪
♪ So rock-a-by, my baby ♪ ♪ So close ♪
♪ Don't you cry, my baby ♪ ♪ your eyes ♪
♪ Sleepy time is nigh ♪
♪ and dream of it, my darling ♪
♪ Won't you rock me ♪
♪ Till then, goodnight ♪
♪ To a ragtime lullaby ♪
♪ goodnight, sleep tight ♪
How do you like this?
With all this racket, now she's asleep.
Keep her that way honey.
Good night boys.
♪ I blow it through here ♪
♪ And the music goes down and around ♪
♪ And it comes out here ♪
- Here?
- No, there.
- Oh, there.
- Yes dear.
♪ I push the first valve down ♪
- Up?
- No, down.
♪ The music goes down and around ♪
♪ And it comes out here ♪
Here?
Now, let's not go through that again honey.
♪ I push the middle valve down ♪
♪ The music goes down and around ♪
♪ Below, below, below, didlio ♪
♪ Listen to the jazz come out ♪
♪ I push the other valve down ♪
♪ The music goes round and round ♪
♪ And it comes out here ♪
- Where?
- Here.
- There?
- No...
- There?
- No, there.
- Oh, there.
- Yes dear. That's it.
Very good. Let's take it from where the
kid comes in again. She was wonderful.
- Oh hello honey.
- Hi.
Hi.
What's this supposed to be, a rehearsal?
Well, kind of a, well, yes.
It is a rehearsal because...
I got a great idea honey, a great idea.
You know the early show?
Well, Dorothy and I, it's
a terrible idea. What do you think?
I think it'd be a great idea
if we got her off the road. Don't you?
Yeah, I, it'd be a great idea.
Why didn't I think of that?
Well, you weren't in show business
very long, were you?
That's all right honey.
You can be a bandleader.
Here. Have an all-girls band, all right?
Ok, new leader boys. Here we go.
One, two.
Let's go home.
You fellows smoking old socks or something?
There's so much smoke in here, it looks
like the San Francisco fire all over again.
Hey Tony,
did you get that contract set already?
- Of course.
- Did you?
- Another solid 10 months on the road.
- 10 months?
- That's a lot of loot.
- Yeah, for him.
You know, I should've made you
my road manager a long time ago.
- You never could play the sax anyway.
- What do you mean?
He handles those bookers
like they were blondes.
One of them is.
We'll have to take on a couple of
side men. Make them feel...
- like they're getting their money's worth.
- That's easily done.
- Artie Shaw's available. So is Goodman.
- I'm out.
- I don't think I'm in, either boys.
- Four aces.
- Are you kidding?
- Glenn Miller boy card-genius.
If he makes any more money playing cards...
he's going to start a band of his own.
- Yeah, he's just the type too.
- Let's fold up.
- Why don't we go down, catch Louis?
- Yeah, Louis.
- Spoken like a loser.
- Daddy, I can't sleep.
Dorothy, what are you doing up
at 2 o'clock in the morning?
Where's Mommy?
I told you. She's in Las Vegas
watching her friend get married.
Now go to bed honey. If she knows
you're up at this hour, she'll sh**t me.
- Come on, Red. Let's go.
- Louis's playing right down the block.
- Can't you break away?
- Mother would sh**t him.
Dorothy, will you go to bed?
You're beginning to get on my nerves.
And put those cards down. Now go on to bed.
Go on honey.
- What do you say, a couple of hands?
- You m*rder*r.
I'm sorry baby.
Really, I'm sorry.
I know you're lonesome for your mommy.
Come on. Aren't we pals?
Blood brothers?
Blood brothers of the Mohawk,
Blackfoot, Iroquois, Hiawatha tribe?
Alakazam kazam?
Whither thou goest, I goest.
Till death do us part.
I don't know.
Come on honey, why don't you go to bed?
I don't want to go to sleep.
I didn't say anything about going to sleep.
Why don't you just get into bed?
And then maybe you'll fall asleep better.
- I don't want to go to bed.
- Honey, it's the middle of the night.
What do you want to do,
go dancing all night or something?
Oh, fine.
Madam, may I have this dance please?
No, I'm going to lead, Ok?
- You fooled me.
- No, I didn't. Come on. Come on.
Wait. Hold it. No wrestling dear.
Come on. Now that we've got you here,
let's discuss this like grown-up...
- mature people, shall we?
- No.
Hey, remember me?
I'm the fellow
who wrote a whole song for you.
Which is more than Mozart ever did
for his kids.
♪ This little penny is to wish on ♪
♪ And make your wishes come true ♪
♪ This little penny is to dream on ♪
♪ And dream of all you can do ♪
♪ This little penny is a dancing penny ♪
♪ See how it glitters and it glows ♪
♪ As bright as a whistle ♪
♪ Light as a thistle ♪
♪ Quick quick as a wink ♪
♪ Up on its twinkling toes ♪
♪ This little penny is to laugh on ♪
♪ To see that tears never fall ♪
♪ This little penny ♪
♪ Is the last little penny ♪
♪ And most important of all ♪
♪ For this penny is to love on ♪
♪ And where love is, heaven is there ♪
♪ So with just five pennies ♪
♪ If they're these five pennies ♪
♪ You'll be a millionaire ♪
Going to go to sleep now?
Alright, into bed. Come on.
- Attagirl. Night-night.
- Night-night.
I can play poker.
- I thought you were fast asleep.
- You hum too loud.
Dorothy, will you do me a favor please,
blood brother and go to bed?
- Mr. Miller taught me. Can't I play?
- No.
- Please.
- No.
Now, Dorothy, you go to bed
this minute. Do you hear?
- Please?
- No. Now go on to bed.
- Dorothy, are you crying again?
- No. m*rder*r.
One hand but if I beat you,
will you go to sleep?
Oh, yes. If you win, I'll go right to bed.
Take a chair.
Draw poker, open on anything, Ok?
- How much are we playing for?
- What?
Mr. Miller said
you should always find out first.
I see. Well, what are your usual stakes?
Peanuts.
- Ok?
- I won't even count them.
That's real big of you.
Thanks.
One, two, three, four, five.
How many?
- I'm out.
- Does that mean I win?
- Yeah.
- Oh, good. I didn't have anything.
That's called bluffing.
- Another hand?
- No.
- I'll let you win.
- No.
- Aren't you sleepy yet?
- No.
Look, Pittsburgh Phil,
it's a very nice night out...
and the moon is very bright.
What do you say we get dressed
and go out for a walk?
Oh, I'd love it.
Yeah, I'm sure you would.
Well, let's go put some clothes on.
- Will they let me in?
- Where?
Where Louis's playing.
- I won't tell mother.
- Are you sure?
Oh, good. Neither will I.
Here, let's get some...
- Daddy?
- What?
Are we blood brothers?
Whither thou goest.
Till death do us part.
It wouldn't dare.
Alakazam kazam kazam.
Let's get your clothes on.
Daddy.
♪ Goodnight ♪
♪ Time to call it a day ♪
♪ Sleep tight ♪
♪ Dream your troubles away ♪
♪ Goodnight ♪
♪ In spite of any sorrow ♪
♪ There's a brand-new day ♪
♪ On its way tomorrow ♪
♪ Someday ♪
♪ All your dreams will come true ♪
♪ Some way ♪
♪ For me and you ♪
♪ So close your eyes ♪
♪ And dream of it, my darling ♪
♪ Till then, goodnight ♪
♪ Goodnight ♪
♪ Sleep tight ♪
Now comes the hard part baby.
Do you suppose you could sing Five Pennies...
while Pops and I sing something else?
Sure, I can sing as good as he can.
Well, who can't?
♪ Won't you play the music ♪
♪ So the cradle can rock ♪ ♪ Goodnight ♪
♪ To a lullaby in ragtime ♪
♪ time to call it a day ♪
♪ Sleepy hands are creeping ♪ ♪ Sleep tight ♪
♪ To the end of the clock ♪
♪ Play a lullaby in ragtime ♪
♪ dream your troubles away ♪
♪ This little penny is a dancing penny ♪
♪ See how it glitters and it glows ♪
♪ As bright as a whistle ♪
♪ Light as a thistle ♪
♪ Quick quick as a wink ♪
♪ Up on its twinkling toes ♪
♪ This little penny is to laugh on ♪
♪ To see that tears never fall ♪
♪ This little penny ♪
♪ Is the last little penny ♪
♪ And most important of all ♪
♪ For this penny is to love on ♪
♪ And where love is, heaven is there ♪
♪ So with just five pennies ♪
♪ If they're these five pennies ♪
♪ You'll be a millionaire ♪
That was wonderful.
Come on, kitten. I better get you home,
or your mother will skin me alive.
I want to hear Mr. Armstrong sing some more.
- No, we got to go.
- I don't know about you honey...
but I got to get my beauty sleep...
or I'm just a mess in the morning.
Please. Do The Saints Go Marching In...
- the way you and Daddy do it.
- Come on baby. We got to go home.
What do you put in that cat's milk?
- I didn't put nothing in her milk...
- Please. Just one chorus together.
- No.
- Maybe two?
- No. No. No.
- Then I'll go home, I'll go right to bed.
- No.
- I'll even go to sleep.
- No.
- I promise.
No.
- She looks like an honest cat to me.
- You on her side or something Pops?
- Let's lay it on her, man.
- Well, all right. Just one chorus Miss.
Then we'll go home.
Don't tell your mother, eh?
Benny, you want to give me a key
or something? Put me to work.
♪ Oh, when the saints ♪ ♪ When the saints ♪
♪ Go marching in ♪ ♪ go marching in ♪
♪ When the saints go marching in ♪
♪ Oh, yes ♪
♪ I want to be in that number ♪
♪ Oh, in that number ♪
♪ When the saints go marching in ♪
♪ And when the saints ♪
♪ Oh, when the saints ♪
♪ Go marching in ♪ ♪ go marching in ♪
♪ Who's going to play on the day ♪
♪ When the saints go marching in ♪
♪ Well, Louis, I'll explain that. ♪
♪ Now, the mostest and the greatest ♪
♪ From the oldest to the latest ♪
♪ Going to play in the band ♪
♪ In the great grandstand ♪
♪ When the saints go marching in ♪
♪ - Louis, what about Brahms ♪
♪ - He laid no bombs ♪
♪ - And Chopin ♪ ♪ - Solid man ♪
♪ And Bach, that great old massa ♪
♪ Yeah, that great old massa ♪
♪ was a Gasser ♪
♪ Yes but Mozart the most with all he has ♪
♪ With the symphonies and operas ♪
♪ and all that jazz ♪
♪ When the saints go marching in ♪
♪ - Do you dig Rachmaninoff? ♪
♪ - On and off. ♪
♪ - Rimsky? ♪ ♪ - Of course-ikoff. ♪
♪ - Ravel and Gustav Mahler. ♪
♪ - Yeah but don't forget Fats Waller. ♪
♪ I wouldn't do that. ♪
♪ Liszt has a twist that you can't resist ♪
♪ Yeah. Yeah. Put Liszt on that list. ♪
♪ When the saints go marching in ♪
Here we go, Louis.
♪ When the saints ♪ ♪ Oh, when the saints ♪
♪ Go marching in ♪
Look at this cat digging me.
♪ When the saints go marching in ♪
Face and all.
♪ I want to be in that number ♪
♪ When the saints go marching in ♪
♪ There's Saint-Saens ♪
♪ Saint-Saens c'est bon ♪
♪ And Georges Bizet ♪ ♪ Très, très Bizet ♪
♪ Vieuxtemps, Suppe Massenet ♪
♪ And Offenbach ♪
- Do you dig him, Jacques?
- Very often.
♪ Well, Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques ♪
♪ I dig you, Jacques, I dig you, Jacques ♪
♪ Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques ♪
♪ Massenet and Bizet ♪ ♪ Massenet and Bizet ♪
♪ I dig you, Jacques, I dig you, Jacques ♪
♪ Offenbach, Offenbach ♪
♪ Massanet and Bizet ♪ ♪ Massenet and Bizet ♪
♪ Often, Offenbach ♪
♪ How about Wagner? ♪
♪ - Devout. ♪ ♪ - And Haydn? ♪
♪ - Who? ♪ ♪ - Joseph Haydn. ♪
♪ - Who? ♪ ♪ - Haydn. ♪
♪ Well, let him come out. ♪
♪ - Paganini. ♪ ♪ - Rossini. ♪
♪ - Toscanini. ♪ ♪ - Puccini. ♪
♪ - Khachaturian. ♪ ♪ - Gesundheit. ♪
♪ Thank you. ♪
♪ - And what's his name? ♪
♪ - Mr. Veedle-de-zop ♪
♪ - And you know that cat ♪ ♪ - Yes ♪
♪ Up too high ♪
♪ Or too low ♪
♪ - Way up there ♪ ♪ - Oh, yeah ♪
- Come on. Now we've got to go.
- Don't leave, folks.
A little exit music from
the greatest horn in the country...
- I can't do it. Come on.
- Loring Red Nichols.
- Blow, Red, blow.
- Louis, I'd like to stay...
- Brand-new horn. Brand-new one Pops.
- Alright, here.
- Your chops is percolating.
- Yes, it's percolating, all right.
Come on, man.
♪ Oh, when the saints go marching in ♪
♪ Oh, when the saints go marching in ♪
♪ I want to be in that number ♪
♪ When the saints go marching in ♪
♪ And when the saints go marching in ♪
♪ When the saints go marching in ♪
Home, sweet home.
You know this little monster
beat me out of 40 peanuts?
She cheats.
We've only got two choices...
either get Dorothy off the road
or teach her how to play the horn.
What did I do that was so terrible?
She had a ball.
I'll get her pajamas.
Then, after that, I'll get your pajamas.
Loring, what about what you said to me
the other day?
What did I say?
Some malarkey
about taking the band to New York...
and settling down.
You know me like a book, don't you?
Right to the card stamped, overdue.
I heard about the new contract
you signed, extending the tour.
It's a real fat deal honey.
We're going to be eating high off the hog.
Mammy won't have to go barefoot no mo'.
What about Dorothy?
I know I may seem unreasonable...
but until she's at least 8 years old...
I don't want my daughter
singing in nightclubs.
She'd sure knock them dead.
Not with her spelling. What about school?
We can get her a tutor.
No Loring. No, I don't want her
with the band anymore.
Next week, they're liable to teach her
how to smoke.
Now, look honey,
she loves being around the fellows...
and she's crazy about music.
What's wrong with that?
Who says she's got to go to bed
when other kids go to bed...
and get up when they get up?
I say. I want her to get up when other
kids get up, at 7:30 in the morning...
have oatmeal and orange juice
and Shredded Wheat.
Honestly, she thinks breakfast
is black coffee and an aspirin.
Now, listen, Bobbie.
We're all on our way, all of us.
Tonight I sat up in the club...
and Louis Armstrong said
I was the greatest horn in the country.
Louis Armstrong, that's the mahatma
of jazz, the supreme court of cats.
Well, I'll tell you a little secret. I'm not
the greatest horn in the country. He is.
But in a little while, maybe I could be.
Then, we can pick our spot. We can get
the greatest hotel job in New York...
buy a house out on the Island...
and I'll stack it
with oatmeal and fruit juice...
and I'll even get you
a padded cell for PTA meetings.
When?
Soon.
Why not now?
Honey, I've got a contract.
I couldn't get out of it if I wanted to.
Do you want to?
No.
Well, then...
maybe Dorothy and I should get that
house and the oatmeal and wait for you.
What and leave me alone on the road
for 10 months?
Bobbie, what's happened to you?
What happened to
the girl who said the baby...
wasn't going to change anything?
What happened to the girl...
who wanted me
to be doing what I'd be happy doing?
You sure scared me for a minute.
For a minute there,
you looked exactly like your mother.
I'm sorry.
I guess I never really left Brooklyn.
- Loring, what's the answer?
- I don't know.
Look, couldn't we put Dorothy in
a boarding school for just a little while?
Boarding school?
Don't make it sound like a jail sentence.
It's not like
when David Copperfield went to school.
There are a lot
of wonderful schools around here...
right around here in San Francisco.
They've got playgrounds and tennis courts...
and swimming pools and swings...
and a couple of teachers thrown in,
if you insist.
- I don't know.
- It'd only be for a term.
Two terms.
We could visit her every chance we got.
- Bring her a cake with a file in it?
- She'll love it. You'll see.
Alright Loring, on one condition.
- What?
- You tell her.
Yeah, all right.
I'll tell her first thing in the morning.
She'll understand. We're blood brothers.
Alakazam kazam.
There's been
a terrible storm here in St. Louis...
and all the planes are grounded.
I'd like to fly out by myself,
but I can't flap my arms fast enough.
No baby. No, there's absolutely no way...
we could get out in time for your birthday.
I'm sorry honey. You understand, don't you?
Hello? Hello?
Blackhawk in the heart of Chicago's Loop.
A merry Christmas
from the nation's number one band...
Red Nichols and the Five Pennies.
- A little more white meat?
- Yes please.
You see, my parents always
have to work on Christmas.
That's why they can't come for me.
- May I have a piece of skin please?
- We understand, Dorothy.
You don't have to explain.
They always call me on the telephone though.
Are there any more potatoes, Miss Wilson?
Oh dear. I'll have to go back
to the kitchen and get some...
- and the plum pudding.
- I'll help you.
- Dorothy.
- Mommy.
Oh baby.
- Don't worry.
- Yeah. Don't worry.
Barber shop. Who?
Just a minute. Mr. Nichols, it's for you.
Hey, what...
- Don't shake your head.
- Long distance, California.
- Ok. Hello?
- What's the matter? You crazy...
Don't worry. Just lie down.
- Yeah hello, Bobbie. How are you?
- You don't worry. I finish it.
- How do you like school?
- Don't worry. I'll take care of it.
Was Dorothy surprised? Yeah.
What?
When? What happened?
Listen, yeah, I'll take the first plane out.
- Red, what's the matter?
- Your coat. Your coat.
You're about to enter
a contagious disease ward.
Please be as quiet as possible.
Keep your arms at your side.
Keep your distance
from the patients at all times.
Do not touch anything. Now, follow me.
If you drop anything, do not pick it up,
and do not touch the wall.
Please do not touch the patients...
or anything the patients
have been in contact with.
How is she?
How is she Doc?
I'd like to be more encouraging,
Mr. Nichols but it's polio...
complicated by encephalitis.
The child's been in a coma for 48 hours.
I'm afraid the chances are very slim.
That's your opinion.
Not only mine. All the doctors on the staff.
Well, then get another staff...
- or another hospital.
- Loring.
Listen, you, that's my daughter
you're talking about...
and you're not going to
make a statistic out of her...
and give up before you even get started.
If you don't know anything,
get somebody who does.
Do something for her, will you Doc?
Hi.
I finally found an all-night
hamburger joint right on the corner.
Any word?
Isn't it funny? You live with a man
seven or eight years...
and you forget whether he takes
mustard or ketchup on his hamburgers.
I'm not hungry.
Now I remember. Ketchup.
- I couldn't eat it anyway...
- Come on please. Go on. Eat it Loring.
You know, I started out blaming you too.
The first few hours, I hated you,
and then I got to thinking.
This could have happened
no matter where Dorothy was.
Even people that never
let their kids out of their sight...
this happens to them.
Who can you blame? The whole world?
I can narrow it down
a little better than that.
When I threw a couple of things
together to come out here...
the first thing
I threw in my bag was my cornet.
That'll give you a rough idea.
Oh, go on Loring. You got to eat something.
If, by any miracle,
that kid comes through this...
I'm going to give up this whole rat race.
I didn't think you believed in miracles.
Right now,
there's very little else to believe in.
Loring...
you remember the lyric
to The Battle Hymn of the Republic?
What brought that up?
Well, it's been so long since either of us
were at a church festival.
I thought
we might be able to remember that one.
I can't remember it at all
and I must've played it 1,000 times.
Mine eyes have seen the glory...
of the coming of the Lord.
He is trampling down the, something...
where the grapes of wrath are stored.
Doesn't seem to fit the situation here,
does it?
It's the only one we know. What's the rest?
He has loosed the awful lightning...
of His terrible swift sword.
- His truth is marching on.
- Mrs. Nichols...
your daughter's calling you.
She's...
Come on honey. Dorothy's calling.
Put down the sandwich. You're always eating.
- Hello baby.
- Darling, hi.
Hello, sweetheart.
Alakazam kazam.
Sorry but you'd better go now.
We don't want to overdo it, you know?
- Oh Doctor please.
- Please.
I'd like my mother to stay.
Just have to cancel the tour.
That's all. Taxi.
What do you mean, cancel the tour?
Red, they'll sue you for every dime you
should've saved in the past five years.
- We got a contract.
- We'll pay them off.
Pay them off? With what?
Look, tell the boys in the band that...
Well, I don't know
how you're going to tell them.
It's still the same as being fired.
But tell them I'm sorry,
and pay them off too.
Where am I going to get it? You've been
living like there's no income tax.
And now, you got doctor bills like crazy.
- You ever see anything like this?
- Yeah.
That waitress I took out last night.
Red, would you listen to me?
Taxi.
You know what those doctors
had the nerve to tell me?
I had a big consultation.
They said that Dorothy
would never ever walk again.
Never ever.
You think I'm going to take that lying down?
Sure, Red. Fire the hospital.
- So long Tony.
- What do you mean? I'm going with you.
It's been great knowing you.
So you finally got around to firing me, eh?
- Who else is left?
- Ok.
Do me a favor, will you Tony?
Don't tell the boys what happened. I mean...
- you just don't know where I am, Ok?
- Sure.
I never saw you before in my whole life.
So long, stranger. About those doctors...
pretty soon they'll be working for you.
- Over here.
- Look at me, Red.
Well, take it easy.
You're going to pull the whole roof down.
I can do it three times.
You can? I can only do it twice.
How you getting along with your neighbor?
Boy, you got a strange one.
Only exercise she's done
since she's been here...
- was when she tried to spit in my eye.
- Shut up.
- There she goes again.
- Well, that's how it goes.
Honey, I got a nice assortment for you today.
First, we have what we call
a little raggaplumian doll right here.
And then, we have...
Oh, this is the great one. Look.
All you got to do is push it down like that,
and it'll play the cymbals for you.
You know I can't reach.
The doctor says you could if you wanted to.
Oh, sure. Easy as pie.
- Hey, Red.
- Yeah?
What about our glee club?
Not today Billy. I don't feel up to it.
Oh, brother. Must run in the family.
How about it kids?
Have you all done your practicing?
- Yeah.
- Mi, mi, mi, mi, mi.
Well, don't call me. I'll call you.
- Let's do Schnitzelbank again.
- Yeah.
Hold. Hold on. Hold the phone.
We can't do Schnitzelbank.
The last time we did Schnitzelbank...
I beat you by two choruses
and a half a Schnitz.
- Alright, here we go.
- Why does he come down here...
and make a regular spectacle out of himself?
Well, I don't know.
Maybe for some strange reason
he likes to be around you.
Oh, sure. As soon as I'm better,
I'll never see him again.
We now have a solo with the
big soprano here, right? Alright.
Yes, you are ready to sing now?
Ja. Well, this is nice. Alright.
Ja. Well, you will be the soprano
in the first part.
And then, after, we will come back
to the tenors and the baronodes. Ja?
- Dorothy.
- What's that?
That's my present...
from that fellow that's making
a regular spectacle out of himself.
- It's a house.
- I believe it is.
We're going to live in it
as soon as you get out of here.
- All of us?
- All of us. All the time.
Down in Los Angeles, where the doctors
say the sunshine's better for you.
Our own whole house that's ours?
Ours and the First National Bank.
- Our own towels?
- It's a thought.
Hold it up again.
This is the most delicious thing
your mother has cooked...
since we've been in this house.
Blanket a la mode, it's delicious.
Don't let him put any more of those
hot things on me. They burn. They burn.
We have to, Dorothy. You've got to
understand that we have to.
Alright, nothing is going to make her cry,
is it? Is anything making you cry?
- No, nothing.
- That's a good girl.
But those hot things won't do any good.
Nothing will.
You think that's real crying?
No, it's nothing but a fake.
When I was Dorothy's age...
we had some kids on our block
who could really cry.
We had a kid called Fat Tommy.
Now, there was a crier. When he cried,
you could hear him for miles around.
He'd go...
Everybody heard him.
Then, there was Meyer the crier.
Now, he was a fine crier.
Meyer the crier was a crier fine.
Meyer, crier, was a fine crier.
Did you know that?
He would hiccup when he cried. He would go...
Now, you know,
did I ever tell you about Silent Sam?
- There was a fine crier.
- No.
He never made a sound. He was
what we'd call a back-draft crier.
Did you ever hear one of those?
He didn't make any sound at all
on the way out, only on the way back.
He would go...
But you know who was
the champ of all? Joe Whiffenbeck.
He used to cry like he was laughing
and laugh like he was crying.
He used to go...
You cry when you laugh too, don't you?
Well Joe Whiffenbeck...
where have you been all this time?
Come on baby. We better give Daddy a hug.
Just roll over very easily. That's a girl.
How about putting me down for some
extra overtime? I'll take all I can get.
You trying to stop the w*r in Europe
all by yourself?
I got a couple of wars. So long.
Brown John A.
- Dorothy? Look what I got.
- Give it to me.
Yeah, well, I will in just a minute.
Come on. You want it?
Come on baby. Come on. Come on.
Come on. Come and get it.
Come and get it. Come and get it.
There you go.
That's a good girl. Come on.
- That's good.
- Come on. That's wonderful.
Hold it. Hold it.
Drawbridge.
Here we go. Here.
Oh, no, that's a railroad.
It's a steamship honey.
Now, come on. Try it again.
There she blows men. Man
the lifeboats. Steady the rudder boys.
Look to the harpoons. Ahoy.
If you put some whiskey with that soda,
I'll do it all afternoon with you, Ok?
♪ Stand up, stand up ♪
♪ Stand up and tell us your name ♪
♪ your name ♪
♪ Stand up, stand up ♪
♪ Stand up and tell us your name ♪
My name is Dorothy Nichols,
and I'm 14 years old...
and I'm having a very happy birthday.
And Richard Wilson,
you've had four sandwiches...
and you're only getting half a piece of cake.
Human vacuum cleaner.
- Make a wish and blow out the candles.
- Ok.
It's too bad you kids were so hungry
you couldn't wait...
for Dorothy's father to get home from work.
We can wait. Just bake another cake.
Hey, let's put on some records.
- That's a good idea.
- Then we can all dance.
I'm sorry.
That's all right.
You kids go ahead and dance.
I'll put on the records.
Daddy's very fussy about them.
Oh, one of those.
He probably blows his top...
if you play anything
but Jeanie With the Light Brown Hair.
You'd be surprised.
You know Mr.Nichols started
the original Five Pennies.
What's Five Pennies?
Am I getting that old?
Is he hip enough to have some Benny
Goodman or Jimmy Dorsey here?
All of them. Jimmy and Benny
used to work in his band.
Mama, don't put it on too thick.
Benny Goodman and Jimmy Dorsey?
Well, don't you remember?
Jimmy Dorsey used to bring you candy
and peanuts.
Was that the same Jimmy Dorsey?
Well, how did he get so famous?
Stopped working for peanuts.
You know who else worked for your father?
Tommy Dorsey and Charlie Teagarden...
and Glenn Miller and Gene Krupa...
And Ludwig Von Beethoven.
Their names are on the labels.
I'll go find some records
and show them to you.
Really? How about some punch
or cookies or anything?
Dorothy, honestly, don't you really remember?
Well, I remember he had a band,
and he was pretty good but...
Well, if he was that good, why did he quit?
Well, I guess
you wouldn't believe that, either.
- Come on. Let's get a little jive, eh?
- Yeah, man.
That sounds like Artie Shaw's band,
and he used to play for Mr. Nichols too.
If your father
was such a hotshot bandleader...
how come he's working
with my old man down at the shipyard?
Oh, I don't know.
You know, my mother's 34 years old.
I think she's getting senile.
Don't worry.
They'll find a drug or something.
They better hurry.
How about a big hand
for Glenn Miller and the boys...
for coming down to give us this show?
And here's Glenn himself.
Thank you. Thanks, fellows.
Now we'd like to do a real oldie...
one of the jazz classics
from the good old days...
that I used to play
when I was first trombone...
with Red Nichols
and the famous Five Pennies, Indiana.
Hey, Ernie. Where you going?
I got to get home.
It's my daughter's birthday.
- Ain't you going to stay for the music?
- I've heard it.
- Hello.
- Hi Daddy.
- Happy birthday.
- Thank you.
- Where did you find those old records?
- In the closet.
I thought I asked you
to throw all of these out.
I'm glad you didn't.
Some of them are pretty funny.
Yeah, hilarious.
Say Mr.Nichols, was that really you
playing that old trumpet?
The instrument you're referring to
is known as a cornet.
Cornet.
They still got a few of them left
at the Smithsonian Institute...
right next to the dinosaurs.
Saving a place for me too.
I'm sure that was Dad playing.
I can remember. And he was good.
He played just like Harry James.
Harry James plays something like me,
only not enough.
- Alright.
- We believe you.
There was Bix and there was Louis,
and there was me...
and that was it.
- You and Bix and Louis.
- That's right.
- I'll remember.
- Just do that, will you son?
Mr. Nichols, my father
used to listen to you all the time...
and he told me all about you.
- Yeah, well, that's something.
- He said that you were smart...
to get out of the business
before the parade passed you by.
I have got a message for your father...
except you're not old enough to deliver it.
Dad, would you like to lie down
and take a rest?
No, I'm fine.
I wouldn't like anything of the sort.
Wish I had a horn here.
I'd show you kids something.
Will this do?
This is one of my old horns.
Where did you find it?
Tony sent it a long time ago.
He thought some member of the family
ought to start playing.
He did, eh?
I've got some homework to do.
See you tomorrow, Dorothy.
Nice party.
Don't you want to stay just a little while?
Well, you don't have to go now, do you?
Is he always like this?
Idiotville, USA,
and The Brown Derby is the capital.
You promised for our anniversary
you'd take me anywhere I wanted to go.
Yeah, I know.
- It's a long time since we ever went out.
- Right.
- Look. Isn't that Bob Hope?
- No, he can't afford to eat here, either.
- Let's sit where all the movie stars are.
- What about under the table?
If you knew how I hated to go
to these places...
- Got a table for three please?
- What's the name please?
Nichols.
- Loring Nobody Nichols.
- I'm sorry. There's a half-an-hour wait.
Could I try another name?
I'm sorry. You have to wait
just like everybody else. I'm sorry.
Hey, Red. Paisan, can it be you?
It's like out of the blue.
- Hello Tony.
- What is this?
You don't see a guy for six or seven years...
and that's the best you can do? Hello Tony.
- Not even a handshake?
- Hello Tony.
- Now that's what I call a handshake.
- Hello Mr.Valani.
Dorothy. Listen, come on and sit at my table.
- Wonderful.
- It's all right, Lou.
You know I'm handling bands now
for the Morris office?
They pick up all the checks,
and I spend all my time eating.
- That's fine.
- You know, it's just like a miracle.
I don't hear from you for years...
and then, just today, I was talking
to a couple of the big boys about you.
What this music business
needs right now is another Red Nichols.
If they can't find a hole in the head.
Tony, how come the table is set for four?
Are you expecting the Andrews Sisters?
As for you, you don't even like movie stars.
I do.
Alright Loring. It's a plot.
I read that Tony was in town,
so I called him.
Of course, I can't start you right off
at Carnegie Hall, you know?
But listen, there's a little club
on Ventura Boulevard. It's a beginning.
Not for me. Let's get out of here baby.
Red, what's the matter?
It's another guy
you're talking about Tony. Just forget it.
- Red?
- Red.
Hey, Red. Hey, man, where have you been?
- Hi Jimmy. Hello, Glenn. How are you?
- It's good to see you.
- And Bobbie. Is that Dorothy?
- It is.
What're you doing with Tony?
I thought you were out
of the music business for good.
Oh, no, we're just passing through
on my way to Hawaii.
- That's great. Retired, eh?
- Yeah. Yeah, I'm retired...
just sit at home,
clipping coupons all the time.
I never knew any member of the Union
ever made it.
- Well, you're looking at one Jimmy.
- Oh, yeah.
Well, I'd like to hang around boys,
but I've got to go and see my broker.
How about some food?
- No, thanks.
- No, we're not hungry.
- Mr. Dorsey.
- Yeah.
- Well, I got it.
- Well, let me have it.
No, I can handle it, fellows.
Jimmy, the next time...
some lush asks you to play
Melancholy Baby just one more time...
and you're out there breaking your backs...
on those one-nighters out in the sticks...
just remember the one fellow who made it, eh?
The old redhead, remember him?
- Sure enough.
- So long, slaves.
- Good to see you. Take care.
- Good luck, Red.
It's a great future
you and Tony figured out for me.
Hotlips Nichols, at my age.
How may I help you fix this sandwich?
You've got everything in it but the dog.
Blowing my brains out in some nightclub.
You build any good ships lately?
No. Well, now honey,
you know the music business.
It's a lot different now.
People don't want my kind of music anymore.
That wouldn't have stopped you before.
I've been sitting around here for years...
waiting for you to punish yourself enough...
so you could go back
to the only thing that makes you happy...
but you've been punishing yourself so long...
- you're beginning to like it.
- Bobbie.
Well, what happened
to the wonderful lunatic I married?
- That was ages ago.
- I don't know if it'll be good, bad...
or terrible,
and I don't think that really matters.
I just want to get you out of that shipyard
before we lose the w*r.
I'm beginning to think I've lost mine.
You can sleep in that sandwich Tonight.
Pull the rye bread over you.
I'm not going to start all over again
like I was 18.
That's not for me.
None of us are as young
as we used to be, you know.
Except your mother, of course.
She's about four and a half.
Dad, why did you quit the music business?
I forget.
I guess I never even said thank you.
I can remember so many things now.
So can I baby.
The ice age and the big flood...
and Noah waving me aboard.
Daddy?
Would it be too tough for you...
to try and pick up where you left off?
You want to know the truth?
Yes, it would be too tough.
My lip's gone honey.
I've laid off too long...
and when that happens to a horn player...
it just never comes back. It...
Well, in my case anyway, it would be...
just impossible. That's all.
I remember, when I talked like that...
and you threw a hot blanket on me,
right on this table.
There's a lot of your mother in you,
isn't there?
You don't seem to understand
any better than she does.
All these fellows I started
in the band business...
are all big-time bandleaders now.
Benny, Glenn Jimmy...
They'd be laughing up their sleeves at me.
There was one kid on our block,
Meyer the crier.
Good night, Meyer.
Some of the kids still laugh at me.
- Good night.
- Good night dear.
Hey Tony, feast your eyes
on this mammoth opening.
My name outside
certainly pulled them in, didn't it?
- Could sh**t a cannon out there.
- It's still pretty early yet.
It's awful late.
At least, I thought a couple
of fellow dinosaurs would show up...
only to see
how long it took me to crack my lip.
I guess fans forget pretty good, don't they?
Hey, paisan...
you got two fans out there...
that I'd give all the willing waitresses
in Hoboken for.
What do you care if nobody shows up?
Go out there and play for them.
Yeah. I would ask them if they got some
cotton with witch hazel on it...
Now, wait a minute. Listen to me,
will you? I never told you this before...
but all the time on the road, you know?
I was having all that fun...
and you were tied down
with your companion and baby?
Well, I thought you were
the luckiest guy in the world...
and I still think so.
Look at me. $150 suits, shoes from England...
closets full of everything, including dames.
I mean, what am I trying to prove? Tell me.
Next time I go east,
maybe I'll stop off in Brooklyn, eh?
Who knows?
I guess I'll go out
and keep the kids company.
Yeah.
He's been practicing two solid months.
♪ Won't you come home Bill Bailey ♪
♪ Won't you come home? ♪
♪ I'm feeling all alone ♪
♪ Now, I know I'm to blame ♪
♪ Ain't that a shame ♪
♪ Bill Bailey, ♪
♪ won't you please come home ♪
Joseph Haydn, why didn't you come out sooner?
Bobbie, why don't you come up here?
I'd like to have the whole band.
Go on, Bobbie. Go on.
You come too.
Ladies and gentlemen, our society
chanteuse Miss Bobbie Meredith.
- Aren't they wonderful?
- Yeah.
- Someday, they'll all be working for me.
- Come on, Bobbie. Belt it out.
I don't think I can.
I'm a little misty-eyed tonight.
I've got a surprise for you too.
You, you couldn't be.
- Show me the rabbit.
- Now, you turn around.
Alright.
May I have this dance?
♪ This little penny is to wish on ♪
♪ And make your wishes come true ♪
♪ This little penny is to dream on ♪
♪ Dream of all you can do ♪
♪ This little penny is a dancing penny ♪
♪ See how it glitters and it glows ♪
♪ As bright as a whistle ♪
♪ Light as a thistle ♪
♪ Quick ♪
♪ This little penny is to laugh on ♪
♪ To see that tears never fall ♪
♪ This little penny ♪
♪ Is the last little penny ♪
♪ And most important of all ♪
♪ For this penny is to love on ♪
♪ And where love is, heaven is there ♪
♪ So with just five pennies ♪
♪ If they're these five pennies ♪
That's enough baby.
♪ You'll be a millionaire ♪
Put me down.
I can stand on my own two feet now.
So can I, my darling.
- Alakazam kazam kazam.
- Alakazam kazam kazam.
Give me my horn Tony.
Five Pennies, The (1959)
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