Broadway Melody of 1940 Page #6

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...and he comes out here

and stops on a dime! lt'll kill you!

Are you ready, the Great Capolio?

Sit down, everybody. Come on now.

Give us a roll on the drums and...

On your mark!

Get set! Go!

Stop stroking that cape so much.

- Yes, darling.

- And don't call me darling.

Only reason I brought you

is because I had to put the cape...

...on somebody, and I'm

too nervous for a struggle.

- Good evening, Mr. Matthews.

- Good evening.

Oh, good evening

and good luck, Mr. Matthews.

A very good evening

to you, Mr. Casey.

- Good luck.

- Thanks, Amy.

- Good evening.

- Hello.

- Mr. Matthews.

- Good evening.

Hello. How are...?

This place is just crowded

with memories.

One row further back and we'd

have a good view of Broadway too.

Well, I like to sit in the back.

I can get out quickly.

You expecting trouble?

- Program, Mr. Casey?

- No, I know who's in the cast.

- Aren't they late coming in?

- Yes.

I'd better tell Bert to hold

the curtain a few minutes. Excuse me.

Johnny!

- Oh, hello, Mr. Casey.

- I'm glad to see you.

Thanks.

Well, your pal had better

be good tonight.

Don't worry, Mr. Casey, he will be.

I'd feel a lot better

about it if you were up there.

Don't talk like that.

He'll be swell. Just you wait.

I hope you're right.

Will you excuse me? I can't let

King go on without wishing him luck.

Nice going.

- Johnny!

- Hello, Clare.

Your flowers were beautiful,

Johnny. Thanks.

It's nothing.

Why weren't you

at dress rehearsal last night?

I went out dancing.

Well, I'm glad to see you.

- All the luck in the world, Clare.

- Thanks, Johnny.

- Oh, Miss Bennett.

- Coming.

Keep your fingers crossed.

Well, well, well!

Look who's here!

I knew you'd come back.

What's the matter? Why aren't

you dressed? You gotta go on!

Don't tell me what I gotta do.

I'll knock 'em dead!

Come on, get your makeup on!

- Gotta get made-up.

- Yeah, come on!

Gotta get made-up!

Gotta get ma...!

Shut up!

Do you want everybody

in the theater to know you're tight?

There you are. Made-up.

Overture, Mr. Shaw.

- Wait! You can't go out like that!

- Who says I can't? Get out of my way.

Oh, so that's why you came back?

Trying to keep me from going on.

Still trying to double-cross me?

Just like you did with Clare.

Come on, King. Use your head!

I don't like you!

King!

Come on, boy. Come on!

On-stage, please!

On-stage, Mr. Shaw!

Johnny!

What's the matter with King?

Don't worry. I'll tell you later.

I'll get him ready for his next number.

You won't say anything? Please, Clare.

Here, here.

You gotta help yourself a little.

What I want to know is,

what happened?

- You keeled over when you came off.

- When l...?

- When I came off?

- Yeah. You fainted in the wings.

You were pretty fried when you went on,

and with all the turns and everything...

...you were lucky to get

through the number.

Here.

Get into this.

- Well, how was I?

- Swell.

Gosh, I don't remember.

I don't remember anything.

Say, what are you

doing with my robe on?

You almost drowned me when

I put you under the shower.

Here, take another whiff of this.

Great work, King. Keep it up!

Oh, thanks, Bert.

You haven't seen anything.

Say, I must have been good.

How was Clare?

Here, let me fix that.

Stand still, will you?

What's the matter? Are you sore

because I'm putting the show over?

- On-stage, Mr. Shaw.

- Coming.

If you really want to see something

good, catch me in this next number.

Thanks. I've seen enough.

Clare! Well, well.

The more you know about women,

the less you know about women.

I was beginning to think I had a

permanent lease behind the eight ball.

What did you think of the notices?

Nothing but raves.

- I'm glad you're satisfied.

- Oh, well, it wasn't all me.

I came to talk to Johnny and you

about last night. Where is he?

Johnny? He's gone.

- Where?

- I don't know and I don't care.

So you don't care?

Well, if the newspapers had printed

the truth this morning, you'd have read:

"While King Shaw passed out drunk

in his dressing room, not even knowing...

...that the show had started, a new star

was born to Broadway, Johnny Brett!"

Well, what are you talking about?

I'm talking about

your first number, Mr. Shaw.

The number they're all raving about.

He handed you a career

on a silver platter.

And personally,

I don't think you're worth it!

- Good evening, Pop.

- Good evening, Miss Bennett.

There's your mail. I gave the key

to your dressing room to Mr. Shaw.

- Mr. Shaw?

- Yes, miss.

Half-hour. Half-hour.

- Good evening, Miss Bennett.

- Good evening.

- Angel!

- Yes, ma'am.

- Give these back to Mr. Shaw.

- Yes, ma'am.

I'm sorry you didn't like my roses.

I picked them for you myself.

Well, what's the matter?

You'll never be able to go on.

Well, who cares?

Don't want to be able to go on.

You ought never

to be allowed in the theater again!

She loves me. She loves me not.

Where's Johnny?

Don't you wish

you knew where he was?

Well, I know where he is,

but I ain't saying!

Where is Johnny?

- Go on, guess.

- Where is he?

He's down at the Dawnland Ballroom,

right where he belongs.

Bob! King's in there drunk.

Take him to your office until you hear

from me. I'm going to find Johnny.

Drunk? That's terrible. My show!

Johnny! Johnny!

- Clare! What...?

- I've got to see you. I must!

Right after this is over,

wait for me.

Clare! This isn't mine! Clare!

Clare, you didn't think I'd...?

I mean, it's the other fella's!

- I mean, I wasn't...

- You mean, you weren't...?

- Do you think I'd...?

- Johnny, I was so...

I mean... Johnny, come on!

Hello? What's that?

They found Johnny?

They found him! They found him!

Why, Mr. Casey!

Oh, yes, well, come on.

What are you gonna do

with the body?

- Do you think he's still unconscious?

- And how!

All right. Now, young man.

Now, you can consider

this your two-weeks notice.

You're fired! Come on.

Here's your drunk.

He's as good an actor off as he is on!

- Who do you love?

- You! You! You!

Oh, no! Johnny! No, no!

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