Beyond the Sea Page #7

Yeah. They said it went well.

They replaced both valves.

It won't last, Charlie.

Ah, that'sjust the medication

talking.

- You need to eat.

- I need to eat?

Yeah.

You can't have this yet,

but I want you to have something

to look forward to.

- Well, what is it?

- Manicotti.

We got good manicotti.

And Nina sent her spaghetti

all the way from New York.

Nina's spaghetti?

What are you trying to do, kill me, Charlie?

She misses you, Bobby.

I'll just call her and Sandy

and tell everybody that you're OK. OK?

Nine hours on the operating table,

and he keeps on ticking!

Oh, yeah. I just have one thing to

say.

I bet old Dr Andretti, old dead Dr

Andretti,

would sure be surprised

to see I made it to my 36th birthday!

Don't steal that! It's not yours!

Ha-Happy birthday.

Thank you, Nina. You look great.

That's a nice outfit.

You like it?

Cos I got it special for your birthday.

I wanted you to know that your mother

can be a classy lady.

What, Bobby?

What, Bobby?

It's OK, Nina. I think I know why you

told me.

Excuse me for a minute.

- Hi.

- Don't he look great?

- Don't he look great?

- He looks great.

He looks like a million bucks.

He's gonna live to be 100.

Hey. I've been looking for you all

day.

- No, you haven't, you liar.

- I have. I have.

- You look so good.

- Oh, I feel good.

I feel great, physically.

In so much as I can actually breathe easy

for the first time since I can remember.

Dodd misses you being home.

I miss you.

I'm proud of you, baby.

- I'm really trying, Bobby.

- I know you are.

That's not why you left. There's more

than that.

I'm not what you want me to be.

I'm not an intellectual, I'm not as smart as you.

You're smart enough for ten of me.

And look what we did together.

- You gonna sing again?

- Oh, I'd love to.

I'm just not sure I can get used to

the idea of booing as a nightly ritual.

Oh, you can't blame them.

They don't understand.

You were always ahead of your time.

They're so shallow.

People hear what they see, anyway.

Yeah. I know, the...

- What did you just say?

- That you can't blame them...

No, no, no. About people hearing what?

Boom-Boom! Boom-Boom! Boom-Boom!

Boom-Boom, Boom-Boom, Boom-Boom.

Book me back in Vegas.

You don't wanna go back to Vegas.

Oh, yes, I do. I wanna go back to

Vegas, and I wanna go back on stage.

Don't tell me you found yourself.

- He's going back to Vegas?

- First I've heard.

I'm a nightclub animal, Boom-Boom,

and I love it.

Frankly, I think I do it better

than anybody else in the world.

You're also modest,

but I don't want you going back there.

It's gonna work this time.

I can be what I want,

I can say what I want, I can sing what I want.

Sandy just said it. She just said it

beautifully.

What?

People hear what they see.

It's funny. You weren't a girl

a guy like me was supposed to get.

I mean, there I was, a singer from the

Bronx,

and there you were, a movie star.

Bobby, what's gonna happen to me?

No matter what happens, baby,

you'll always be Sandra Dee.

- Why can't I open it?

- Because it's not like the gifts you're used to.

This one is very, very special

and nobody can know you have it.

What's in it?

$2 million hard cash,

but unfortunately it's Confederate money, so...

- Dad!

- No.

It'sjust some things I want you to

have.

So nobody can know I have it? Not even

Mom?

Not Mom, not Charlie,

not Aunt Nina, or Grandma.

Nobody but you and me. It's a secret.

When can I open it?

When I'm gone.

I don't want you to die, Dad.

Well, you know, Moose,

I'm no different than anybody else.

My time mightjust come a little

sooner, that's all.

- What about me?

- What about you?

You're gonna be just fine...

...if you're the man I think you are.

You know, I had to fight my way out of

the Bronx to make something of myself.

But not nearly as hard as you're gonna

have to fight to get out of Beverly Hills.

How you doing in there?

- Trying to find a heartbeat.

- That's not funny.

- Are my tux and toupee laid out?

- Yeah.

You got nothing to worry about.

You don't look so good.

To tell you the truth, Charlie, I

don't feel so hot.

I gotta go under the knife again,

that's why we're taking off early.

I got blood poisoning. It's catching

up.

Look, we don't have to do this.

We can call it off.

Charlie, I gotta get ready now.

I gotta go make sure Nina's at a good

table.

Charlie, I wouldn't have gone this far

without you.

Kid, you were a runaway train.

- Just get through tonight.

- Yeah.

Always leave 'em wanting more,

Charlie.

Ladies and gentlemen,

would you please welcome back

to the Flamingo stage an old friend,

one of this country's greatest

entertainers.

Academy Award nominee,

two-time Grammy winner...

Sing Dream Lover!

The Flamingo Hotel is proud to

present...

...the legendary Bobby Darin!

Jesus Christ, Steve! Where the hell

you been?

- Traffic getting out of LA!

- You gotta get in here!

- What the hell's goin' on?

- He's back.

We love you, Bobby!

Yeah!

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you. Please, sit down.

You've been a wonderful audience.

It's been delightful to be back in Las

Vegas.

I hope you've had luck at the tables.

Er... I may not be er... performing

for a while.

I'm gonna take a little break.

And as a result, I may not get a

chance to publicly do something

that I've wanted to do for a very long

time.

And that is to... introduce to you

the woman who raised me.

My mother, Nina Cassotto Maffia.

Please, take a bow, Ma. Take a bow.

- That's my son.

- All right!

That's my son.

I wanna do a song

that has been especially written for tonight.

Its lyrics have been changed.

It was an old Bob Hope number,

actually.

But we'd like to do it for you tonight

as our way of closing and saying good night...

as soon as Richie's finished

with that thing he's composing over there.

It goes something like this:

Wait a minute! Wait a minute!

Where you going?

No, that's it, kid.

You can't go. That's not the end.

Let me tell you how it goes.

The man we thought was our father

turned out to be our grandfather.

The guy we thought was our

brother-in-law is really our stepfather.

The woman we thought was our sister

turned out to be our mother.

Because she slept with half the Bronx,

God knows who our father was.

Right. So, now we know it. Now we're

done.

No, not you. I'm the one who goes.

Don't you get it? Bobby Darin doesn't

die.

- What are you talking about?

- Don't you remember?

Memories are like moonbeams.

We do with them what we want.

Just listen.

Listen, OK? It's not the way it goes.

Hey, hang onto this for me.

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