Expresso Bongo Page #14

What does it say?

They want Bongo.

His own show for 13 weeks.

That's terrific! I can't wait to tell him!

When do we leave?

Well, Bongo leaves next week.

It might be smart to go with him.

Why wouldn't I go with him?

You said we had 13 shows?

Who knows, Dixie, darling,

if you play your cards right,

you might get on two or three of them.

- Who was it, Dixie?

- An old man with a scythe.

- What's a scythe?

- Sort of a very big knife.

What did you do that was so wrong?

You made Bongo, didn't you?

I made him, but I can't deliver him.

In this business, Maisie,

If you can't deliver, that's criminal.

And why are they all against you?

They just don't happen to share

your eccentric taste, that's all.

- They just don't understand you.

- That's right.

Whenever anyone said you were a bastard,

I always denied it.

Good, kid, but don't bother to deny it.

Just explain that it's a bastard world

and I'm a fully paid-up member.

How long will you be away?

Only a few weeks,

and don't look so miserable.

I'm only going on a band tour.

Where's me other brush?

In the kitchen.

Well, go on. Go on, get it.

I've got a train to catch.

You said you'd never go back to band work.

We've got debts to pay, doll.

You wouldn't want me to, well, welch on

all those delicatessen supplies,

and well, there's your singing teacher.

You'd never welch on anybody.

You're so faithful, it's heart-breaking.

Things were never so bad. It's not fair!

Things are back to normal,

and they were never fair.

How could Bongo do this to you?

For a blonde broad and a one-way trip

to Broadway.

And Mayer ought to be ashamed of himself.

There's no shame in this trade, Maisie.

Mayer is a great flesh broker.

When he cracks the whip,

everybody performs!

The whole world loves a big agent, Maisie,

but a small one's anybody's whore.

Come on, lover doll.

What time do you have to be at the show?

Drusilla's walking on for me,

but I've got to do the last one.

Well, that's all right.

Being seen onto a train at night

makes me feel like an immigrant.

You're so right, my friend.

Johnny, I didn't see you

in a month of Sundays!

- Kakky, not now, Kakky. Not now.

- Johnny!

When are we gonna get together again?

I told you, it's only a few weeks.

It's nothing.

At last, I've got a proposition

that is 110%!

- You remember my picture, Omar Khayyam?

- I was a schoolboy.

- I wasn't even born. I'm sorry I was!

- Easy, doll, I'm not dying.

They are making a stage musical with it.

Look, Kakky. Kakky, we're having

a private conversation here.

Here, I'm in business again.

Here is what I owe you

over the past five years.

Plus sixpence.

I always keep very neat accounts.

Who said good deeds go unrewarded?

In case the public interest

in strip declines while I'm away.

- Go on, you better go now, doll.

- Oh, Johnny...

I'll phone you from Manchester

in the morning.

I should never have spent so much

on those singing lessons.

Idiot! I love...

Your voice.

Go on now.

I happen to own the stage rights

of Omar Khayyam.

Good, good. You'll sell out and retire.

It couldn't happen

to a nicer pioneer of spectacle.

Sell out nothing! I'm going to produce.

I got only one problem.

Who do I get for Khayyama?

- Khay-who-ma?

- Omar Khayyam's girlfriend.

She's a sort of a period Judy Garland,

you understand?

- You know something, K.A.?

- What?

I just happen to have,

under contract to me,

an absolutely brand new,

entirely gorgeous,

all British, real,

sensational Judy Garland!

That's impossible!

K.A., in this business,

nothing is impossible!

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