Alexander's Ragtime Band Page #3
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- Late again, huh?
- Who, me? I was on the ferryboat...
Now listen to me.
And this goes for all of you.
When I say 2:
00, I mean 2:00.These rehearsals are just twice
as important as any performance.
We may be tops in this town,
but we haven't even started yet.
Now, if you fellas wanna stick with me,
try to get somewhere, like New York,
you're going to have to work.
Now, come on, let's snap into it.
Don't forget that this is an opening night.
You've gotta be better than just good.
Cut that.
Go ahead, Charlie.
Start over again
from the beginning, Charlie.
Louie.
Bill.
Take the melody.
You take the counterpoint.
All right, fellas. Let's fake it
till we get our orchestrations.
Take over for me, Charlie.
Imagine, you and me like this.
Imagine.
- What happened?
- Don't ask me.
The roof fell in on us.
The minute I started
to sing that song...
The whole world stopped for me.
I'm afraid I even forgot to take a bow.
Let me look at you...
for the first time.
That's for tonight.
And that's for all the times
I've wanted to break your neck.
And that's for all the times
I've wanted to slap your ears down.
Do you suppose we've been in love
with each other all this time?
Me? In love with that awful person with
the platinum hair and the loud mouth?
Heaven forbid!
Say, you were no Christmas package
yourself, you know.
Oh, darling.
Don't you understand?
I'm an artist.
- Like Pygmalion.
- Like who?
Oh, just a Greek who took a hunk of marble
into a beautiful woman.
Then fell in love with her.
Then you mean that you've just
fallen in love with your... with your...
- Handiwork.
- Oh, that isn't so.
You loved me
from the first day you saw me.
Platinum hair, loud mouth and everything.
I guess you're right.
This is the real thing, isn't it?
It's the realest thing
that ever happened to me.
- Don't say a word.
- What?
- Hello, Charlie.
- Don't apologize, don't explain.
I know all about it.
I was there when it happened.
I pour out my heart
in a song to some dame.
She takes the song
and pours out her heart to the boss.
Well, I told you it was a good song.
If you hadn't written it,
the little lady and I would have probably
gone on through life slugging each other.
- Well, when's the wedding?
- Don't be so practical.
He's just started courting me.
There, go buy me some flowers. The
long-stemmed ones that cost $20 a dozen.
- The kind I've never had.
- I will not.
Next you'll be wanting a Kodak, and then
a leopard coat, and then a tin Lizzie.
- You'll get ham and eggs, and like it!
- Ham and eggs and champagne.
- Champagne for breakfast?
- Certainly. This is a champagne breakfast.
- Good morning. Three?
- Please.
This way, please.
we'll have to do a little figuring.
- You know who's in town?
- No, who?
Charles Dillingham.
The big boy himself.
Alec, this is the break
you've been waiting for.
Yes, sir.
- Bring me a phone, please.
- At once.
This is Mr. Dillingham's secretary.
Who's calling, please?
I'm sorry. Mr. Dillingham is busy.
No, he's not granting any interviews.
But this is a very important matter.
My name is Alexander.
I have a very fine band,
and I'm sure Mr. Dillingham
would be interested in...
Hello?
Hello?
Well, that doesn't seem
to be the proper approach.
Why don't we go down to the hotel,
grease a few palms?
Get everybody talking about
Alexander's Ragtime Band:
the elevator boy, the chambermaid,
the barber. Din it in his ears.
Oh, but that would
only make him suspicious.
I'm gonna get him to the Cliff House
if I have to drag him.
You know, those big guys all like to eat.
Give me that phone.
Stella, you're marvelous.
Uh, Evergreen 2435.
I was reading an interview
of his in The Post last week.
Uh, hello.
Uh... Mr. Dillingham's suite, please.
But you won't be able to
get through the secretary.
I got an idea. Hello,
may I speak to Mr. Dillingham, please.
Well, then, will you
tell him this is Henri?
Henri!
I was for many years
the chef at the Astor House.
I used to cook Pompereau Henri
special for Mr. Dillingham.
I read he's in town and I would like to fix
for him some baby lobsters a la Henri.
- Baby lobsters?
- What's that?
Oh, a chef named Henri wants to
cook some baby lobsters for you.
He was formerly at the Astor.
Baby lobsters in August?
Must be first of the season.
Splendid. Find out where he is.
Chef at the Cliff House, of course.
Then I can expect him tonight?
Oh, thank you very much!
Kiss Papa.
Hey, wait a minute.
I'm the guy that did it.
Hey, Davey.
What did you say?
I'll lay you ten to
one he doesn't show up.
Yeah? You got yourself a bet, brother.
And no welshing.
You welsher.
Hey, boss, how about me
doing my number for the old boy?
- That'll land us all on Broadway.
- Yeah. Sitting right on our curbstones.
Come on, let's give 'em everything
you got. The clowning can come later.
It's nerves, maestro.
We're about to be discovered.
- Oh, teacher, will I be discovered?
- Yes, right now.
The number 11, boys.
- Oh, but Mr. Dillingham ain't here yet.
- That's the idea. Or that was the idea.
Oh, let it ride.
I've been double-crossed before.
Oh!
- What are you doing here?
- Listen, Ruby. Quick, lend me ten bucks.
What did you do with that ten
I gave you last night?
Come on. I'll pay you back.
I'd think you'd be ashamed, taking my
hard-earned money to lose in a crap game.
Say, you oughta be glad
to lend me ten bucks!
Suppose war is declared and I gotta
go to the front and get killed in action?
You'd be very happy
to know that you were the one
who lent me ten bucks
when I needed it most.
Stop. You're breaking my heart.
Look, look! Dillingham!
- Oh, boy.
- Oh.
- Good evening, Mr. Dillingham.
- Good evening.
- You won't need a check.
- Thank you.
- Must be...
- He's here! He's here!
The gray-haired man.
- Alex, let's do the new one.
- How about me? I'll slay him.
- Get Stella to come out.
- Ah, Stella.
Frank. Frank!
- Check on those baby lobsters right away.
- Yes, sir.
- And don't forget that whistle trick.
- You got it.
- Any special wine, Mr. Dillingham?
- I'll leave it all to Henri.
- He knows what I like.
- Yes, sir.
Pardon me. Won't you join me?
Oh, thank you,
but I'm not allowed to sit with the guests.
Well, I'm Charles Dillingham.
- Mr. Dillingham, the theatrical producer?
- Yes.
Oh, well, I really shouldn't, but... I'm
sure Mr. Alexander won't mind this time.
- I'm sure he won't.
- Thank you.
- He's rising for the bait.
- Leave it to Stella.
She'll have him eating out of her hand.
Look. Champagne.
- Won't be long now.
- Yeah, she'll be in his lap any minute.
Another crack like that
and I'll throw you right out that door.
If he's talking business, why
isn't he talking to you?
Or is she managing the band now?
Alex will be there when the time comes.
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