Behind the Candelabra
1
Hi.
Hi.
I'm Bob.
Scott.
Okay, there you go.
Good boy.
Wait, no, don't lick it off.
Don't. That's good.
Okay.
I mean, look.
Look how Cannibal's
doing it, see?
See there?
That's it.
Good boy.
I need them
on set, Scott.
Right away.
Okay, you know your lines?
You know your lines?
Come on.
Lou says we can't do the
growl and the attack in one shot.
We can do it,
but we need to do it
in two separate pieces.
We need to prep the dogs
separately for the attack.
I just don't understand
why we can't get it in one.
Because he's got the bite
suit on under his clothes,
so the dogs see him
as a big old chew toy.
I mean, it's fun for
them, they love it.
It's a safety issue.
Scene 37, take one.
Speed!
A and B camera,
common mark.
Brownie!
Cannibal!
Bullet!
Right here, boys.
- We set?
- Set.
And action!
Scottie.
Your mother called.
What did she want?
To see you.
- Do I have to?
- No.
Joe.
No, of course not,
but... she's your mother.
She says she's doing
much better.
- For how long this time?
- Joe, stop.
I'll think about it.
Humph.
Oh, and a man named
Bob Black called.
Oh, okay.
Is that one of them
San Francisco fellas?
No. He's from here.
West Hollywood.
Oh.
- Hey, cheeks!
- Shh!
This is
where you live?
Yeah. Why?
You must have moved in after the
Clampetts left for Beverly Hills.
Bye, Rose.
I'll see you tomorrow!
- Have a good time!
- Okay.
This is Bob.
- Oh, hi, Bob.
- Hi, Rose.
And now,
ladies and gentlemen,
the star of the show...
the man who's famous
throughout the world...
for his candelabra...
and his piano...
Mr. Showmanship...
Liberace!
Hey!
Now, this next part of the
boogie woogie is so strange,
it really calls
for an explanation.
It's called
a boogie woogie break.
When I'm playing it
and I stop at a certain point...
you're going to think
I've forgotten the music.
But I didn't forget
the music.
There's just no music
written for that part.
That's why they call it
a break.
Hey!
Oh, this is fun.
Let's try something.
Suppose only the ladies
in the audience
this time, okay?
All the girls together.
Hey!
Oh, that was
terrific.
Okay, fellas.
It's your turn now.
Hey!
I love it!
That was terrific!
You see, George?
I told you
men do come
to my concerts.
Well, I really appreciate it.
And I know somebody else
out in the audience
who appreciates it, too.
And that's my mom.
Mom, I tell you what.
Let them hear it from you...
and I'll play it just for you.
Okay, Mom?
Hey!
Oh, Mom, you're in
the groove tonight.
I really
thank you all
for joining me
in this boogie woogie.
I'd like to try
a little experiment.
I've been playing
this boogie woogie
at eight beats
to the bar.
I'd like to try
playing it now
at 16 beats
to the bar.
Wow!
He's incredible!
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
- Thank you.
- Bravo.
You know...
No, that's all right.
Stare as long as you want.
I mean, you paid for it.
You know, I always get asked...
"How do you play the piano
with all those rings
on your fingers?"
And I always tell them,
"Very well indeed."
Thank you.
And now I'd like
to introduce
another pair
of piano-playing hands
to join me in a duet.
My protg and friend,
Mr. Billy Leatherwood!
Oh, look!
A matched pair of queens.
Oh.
It's funny that this crowd
would like something this gay.
Oh, they have no idea he's gay.
There's Ray.
See him? In the black.
Come on, come on!
Ray! Ray.
Bobby!
- I'm so glad you made it!
- We loved it. Thank you so much.
This is my friend,
Scott Thorson.
- Hi. Nice to meet you.
- Hi.
That was really something.
Thank you.
- Come on back and say hi to Lee.
- You sure?
Yes, he'd love
to see you!
Lee?
Look who's here!
- Hello, Bobby!
- Lee, you were fantastic!
This is my friend,
Scott Thorson.
His first time
in Las Vegas.
A lost babe
in the woods, huh?
It's like a Disney movie.
Little Bambi.
Very nice to meet you.
You were incredible
out there.
Oh, I'm just
a piano player.
But everybody did seem to enjoy
themselves, didn't they?
You were great,
too, Billy.
Ray, why don't we fix
everybody a drink?
- All right.
- I'm not going to have one.
I still have
another show to do.
What... you're going to
do that all over again?
I don't know
how you do that.
Oh, aren't you sweet!
It's not bad
for an old bag, huh?
Oh, you look fantastic!
And those bits
with the audience are gold!
They work every time.
I stage this show
once a year.
It works the same way
every single night.
I'll tell you, when I was
working saloons in my youth--
back in Milwaukee,
they called them saloons.
That's how old I am.
I'm from Wisconsin, too.
No! You are?
Well, this
must be fate.
One night,
this audience asked me
to play this popular hit parade
song called "Three Little Fishes".
It barely had a melody,
it wasn't a challenge
at all...
but I played it, you know,
and they were happy.
And then, I don't know
where it came from...
but I got this inspiration
to play it
as if it was composed
by Strauss.
And they loved it!
They ate it up!
You would have thought that I invented the piano.
And I knew
right then
it was all about
giving them a good time.
And that's what
I'm all about.
I love to give people
a good time.
Bobby, you boys
staying in town tonight?
Oh, yes. It's too
late to drive back to L.A.
Lee, why don't we have the
boys over for brunch tomorrow?
No, that's
too much for you.
No, no.
That's a great idea!
Of course!
Let's do it.
But after 3:
00,okay?
'Cause I need
my beauty sleep.
Welcome, gypsies!
Is this a palace?
Lee thinks
he's King Ludwig II.
- Who's he?
- The Liberace of Bavaria.
Oh, is he
a piano player, too?
No.
Wow.
Almost time
for a dip.
I'm sorry
I'm so informal.
Don't these things
belong in an oven?
He's so mean
to my babies.
I mean,
this is my family.
And this is Baby Boy.
Baby Boy,
he's very old.
He's deaf, and he's blind.
I'm his
seeing eye person.
help clear up his eyes.
- Scott works with animals.
- Oh.
I worked for a vet
you know, for a while,
and we had a lot of poodles
with eye problems.
Oh, that would be
fabulous!
No one's been able to help
my little Baby Boy.
I hate
to see him suffer.
is from San Francisco,
when they said:
"Liberace was no Rubinstein...
but then Rubinstein
is no Liberace."
This is my houseboy, Carlucci.
He rules the roost
around here.
Thank you.
Pig.
- What?
- Pig in a blanket.
You want a pig
in a blanket?
No. Thanks.
After lunch, I'll give
you a guided tour.
Great.
I do all my own decorating.
I just love it.
I call this
"palatial kitsch".
- Right.
- Don't you just love that?
I never saw
so many pianos.
Oh, I never touch them.
Mama made me play
every day in my childhood.
Didn't have
any friends.
So now I never play...
when I play.
These are actual
Roman columns.
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