Beaches
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1988
- 123 min
- 4,534 Views
Oh, the sun beats down
And burns the tar
up on the roof
And your shoes
get so hot
You wish your tired feet
were fireproof
Under the boardwalk
Down by the sea
On a blanket
with my baby
Is where Ill be
From the park you hear
Happy sounds
from the carousel
You can almost taste
the hot dogs
And French fries they sell
Under the boardwalk
Down by the sea
Yeah
- On a blanket with my baby
- On a blanket with my baby
Is where Ill be
Under the boardwalk
Out of the sun
Under the boardwalk
Well be having some fun
Under the boardwalk
Walk
People walking above
Under the boardwalk
Well be falling in love
- Under the boardwalk
- Under the boardwalk
Boardwalk
- Sound okay, CC?
- All right.
- How was that tempo?
- Pretty good.
Thank you.
Now, if the strings and horns
would only come here, right?
I know. It's like
the Claude Rains Orchestra.
Message for you, CC.
I gotta talk
to that contractor.
Diana.
Diana, get my bag.
CC. CC?
- What about rehearsal, CC?
- Diana, get me my bag
and my coat.
- CC, what's wrong?
- Brett.
- Brett, Ive got to go to the airport.
- Yes, ma'am. Right away.
Now.
Are you sure you don't want me to
take you up to the gate, Ms. Bloom?
No, no, no, I'm fine.
Just tell Diana
Ill call her when I get there.
We tried everything to get you a flight
out tonight, Miss Bloom...
but it's impossible. There are no
planes landing in San Francisco.
- There's a fog.
- What do you mean, there are
no flights landing in San Francisco?
- Is this the modern world or what?
- That's right, but even
in the modern world...
planes don't land in
San Francisco when it's foggy.
Uh, Linda, why dont you check about
the status of the fog lifting?
- Fogs lift. Please check again.
for us to make that call.
They said they would call me
when the fog lifted.
You call them.
Get--
The car's right over here.
The keys are in it.
Here's your map
and your contract.
I checked the wipers.
They're all right.
-It's raining all the way
up l-5, so be careful.
- Okay. Thanks.
I'm a big fan, CC.
Oh, when the sun
beats down
And burns the tar
up on the roof
And your shoes get so hot
you wish your tired feet
- Were fireproof
- Best hot dogs in Atlantic City.
Under the boardwalk
Down by the sea
On a blanket
with my baby
That's where Ill be
Don't tell me.
You're lost.
I must see a hundred cases
like you every day.
- You want a drag?
- ''A drag''?
You know, a drag
on my cigarette.
itll calm your nerves.
I just want to get back
to our hotel...
but I can't remember
the name.
- Big or small?
- Big.
- Ritzy or cheap?
- I guess it's ritzy.
Does it have a fountain
in front, a pool inside...
- and a bunch of fruits in monkey suits
playing violins in the lobby?
- Yes !
Bet your ass it's ritzy.
- It's the Marlboro Blenheim.
- That's it !
Do you know where it is?
Yeah, Ill walk you back
if you want.
Oh, yes.
Please.
Just let me put on my shoes.
Where the hell are they?
What's your name?
What's my name?
I am none other than the fantastic,
world-famous...
child wonder...
CC Bloom !
Ta-da !
Hi, Im Hillary Whitney.
Dont you recognize me?
No.
I do a couple of routines in the
- The what?
- Holy mackerel, kid !
What planet
do you live on?
The Sammy Pinkers Show just happens
to be the most popular show
in Atlantic City.
And Im the most popular act
in it...
along with Iris Myandowski,
the hand-walking queer.
- Do you want a puff?
- CC, where are you?
- CC !
- Don't blow a gasket, Leona.
Im down here.
You know, when I didn't find you
in your dressing room,
you know what I thought?
I thought you were dead !
You watch too many movies,
Leona.
Come on. We gotta get back
There's a Hollywood talent scout
wants to see your act.
- Is this your idea of a sick joke?
- No, honey.
He caught the midnight show last night.
And he's looking for a kid
to star in his new movie. Let's go !
Well, dont just sit there.
Come on !
- This is my break into the big time.
- How many times
do I have to tell you...
don't wear that costume
on the beach?
- I am not made of money, you know.
- Get off my back, Leona !
Oh, my God, Im dying from
heat prostration. I can't breathe.
What are you, a camel or something?
Come on, Skedaddle ! I gotta have a sip !
Who is that woman?
What woman?
That's no woman,
that's my mother.
- Let's go, Leona !
- Im coming. I am spritzing
from here to high heaven.
- Come on !
- Im coming !
I've got splinters
in my toes.
Ox, God,
I hate Atlantic City!
- What's this one's name?
- Bloom. CC Bloom.
- CC Boom, it sounds like a stripper.
- Not CC Boom. Bloom. Bloom.
Hit it, toots.
You got to give a little
Take a little
And let your poor heart
break a little
That's the story of
That's the glory of love
Oh, yeah
You got to laugh a little
Cry a little
Until the clouds roll by
a little
That's the story of
That's the glory of love
As long as there's
the two of us
We've got the world
and all its charms
And when the world
is through with us
We've got
each other's arms
You've got to win a little
Lose a little
And always have the blues
a little
That's the story of
That's the glory of love
My mama told me
that's the glory of
Love
Oh, great.
Really.
CC.
CC, come here
and meet Mr. Melman.
- Hi, Mr. Melman.
- Hi, CC.
Mr. Melman came all the way
from Hollywood--
lris Myandowski's
auditioning too?
Hey, CC, it wouldn't
be fair not to let--
- I thought it was just me, Leona !
- It was, sweetie.
But Mrs. Myandowski wants
her little girl to have--
She found out from you, didn't she?
You were bragging again.
- Im so proud of you, sweetheart.
lris is ready,
Mr. Melman.
- What a beautiful child.
- I told you.
Who cares
what she looks like?
All she knows how to do
is walk on her hands.
- It's your fault ! It's your
fault they picked her !
- Please, don't say that.
- I can't breathe.
- It should have been me !
- You keep bragging about me !
You gotta stop !
- Everybodys gonna hear.
- Honey, look,
Im gonna have an attack.
- I hate Iris Myandowski !
- Im having palpitations.
You're always sorry !
- Please, will you stop it, honey?
Look, Im all flushed.
What are you doing to me?
- Calm down, honey. Please.
- She got the job. I didn't.
- I didn't mean to brag.
- Iris Myandowski's
a hand-walking queer.
Please, CC.
Please, stop it.
- Honey, please.
- I hate my life.
Now, come on.
Get out of there.
Where are you?
Come on, CC.
What do you say,
we just pack it in...
and we go back
to the Bronx, huh?
You could hang out
at the pool with the other kids.
You could see your daddy.
And then, maybe
your daddy will take you
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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