Beaches

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.

You sound 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?

- I checked five minutes ago.

- Fogs lift. Please check again.

I think it would be nice.

Miss Bloom would like

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

Sammy Pinkers Kiddie Show.

- 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

to the theater right now.

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.

He was crazy about you.

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.

- Werent you, Leona !

- 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.

- You're ruining my career !

- Honey, look,

Im gonna have an attack.

- I hate Iris Myandowski !

- Im having palpitations.

You're always sorry !

Just leave me alone !

- Leave me alone !

- 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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