Frankie and Johnny Page #4

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# Maybe I can get a date

with Lillian Russell

# I want to go out with Diamond Jim

# Yeah, if he gives you a diamond

what will you give to him?

# Blow the trumpets and beat on the drum

# Big town, here we come

# No more cheap hotels

and one-night stands

# We'll knock Tin Pan Alley

flat on its pan

# They'll see that we've got class

with a capital K

# Look out, look out, Broadway

Look out!

All we need is enough money

to get to New York - a lot more than 200.

- Don't look at me.

- OK.

I'll win it in the casino

with a beautiful redhead beside me.

- If you mean Nellie...

- Nellie who?

Just remember this:

If she's in, I'm out. Good night!

You would've hated New York anyway.

We'll get there.

Peg? Our half?

Frankie's half of our half.

Where's my half of our half?

- Guess.

- What am I, a memory expert?

I got a brand-new rabbit's foot,

a horseshoe from a Derby winner...

and the lucky cricket Frankie gave me.

Now all you need is a new lucky redhead,

and I know the perfect spot to find one.

Blonde.

Another blonde.

Brunette.

Blonde.

Heaven only knows.

Brunette.

Your guess is as good as mine.

Looks like somebody cornered the market

on redheads. Let's give up for tonight.

With this money burning

a hole in my pocket? Nah.

- We could trap a blonde and dye her red.

- I'm waitin' here for the real thing.

Jackpot.

Watch the old master go to work.

- Hello, Eloise!

- Hello, Charlie!

Wait a minute.

You're not Charlie. You're Jack!

- That's right, Eloise!

- Eloise? I thought you said Abigail.

Pardon me, "old master".

Are you alone, Abigail?

Practically. Boyfriend passed out

about an hour ago. Can't hold his liquor.

And he's letting a lovely lady like you

drift around by her little old lonesome?

Who's lonesome? I got you two.

Whoops.

She's no gentleman.

- Here we go!

- Place your bets.

- What number do you like?

- 13. That's my lucky number.

On account of I got 13 letters in my name.

A- b-i-g-a-i-I. 13.

Lady, you could stand

a few lessons in arithmetic.

- Does it have to be 13?

- If you don't bet 13, I'll cry.

No more bets!

13, black!

- Whee! Yippee!

- You did it! You did it!

- What number do you like now?

- 13! I like 13!

- Again?

- 13. Bet it all.

Let it ride on 13.

13!

- That gypsy knew something!

- Didn't I tell you?

Let it ride! Let it ride!

- Bet it all.

- All of it?

- You can't hit 13 three times in a row.

- Don't tell me you're a cheapskate?

The lady said let it ride. OK?

The limit's off.

- All of it goes on 13.

- No, no, no, no, no!

On 31.

- Don't you mean 13?

- I don't like 13 any more. I am fickle.

All right. All of it on 31.

He could use a little help.

The winner - 13!

Abigail, don't just lie there.

Say something.

Who moved the table?

Frankie? Did I wake you?

That's pretty sad music.

Sad? It's a dirge.

I almost won five thousand dollars.

Five thousand?!

Why didn't you quit

when you were ahead?

- Ask me an easier question.

- All right, I will.

Why do I have to love a riverboat singer

whose life is one great big roulette wheel?

Don't you ever win?

That's two questions.

But I can only answer the second.

# I wave no magic wand

# I own no lucky charms

# How then can I explain

# An angel in my arms?

# Must be beginner's luck

# What else can it be

# When someone

wonderful as you loves me?

# I wave no magic wand

# I own no lucky charms

# How then can I explain

# An angel in my arms?

# Must be beginner's luck

# What else can it be

# When someone

wonderful as you loves me?

Aren't you rehearsing?

We're an hour from New Orleans.

And less than 24 hours from being rich.

I'm dead broke. Peg went through

my pants last night - with me in 'em!

- I don't need any money from you.

- You don't?

Braden gave me an advance.

If I can just get Nellie to meet me...

- Nellie?

- She's the right redhead, Cully.

- I can win with her.

- You can get your head broken.

Frankie and I belong in the big time.

Frankie told you to keep away from Nellie.

Just one hot spin of the wheel

is all I need, with Nellie beside me.

I'll come visit you in the hospital.

# Down by the riverside

# Down by the riverside

# We'll hear them play and keep that beat

# Down by the riverside

# Down by the riverside

# Down by the riverside

# Let's get together, what a treat

# Down by the riverside

# Down by the riverside

# Strike up the band

# Start the parade

# Don't let that grand old rhythm fade

# Just play that drum, play that number

# When the saints come marchin' in

# Shake tambourines

# Play that cornet

# That trumpet horn you won't forget

# Your heart will hum to that number

# When the saints come marchin' in

# The cymbals clang

# Just pound that beat

# Sounds like a hundred marching feet

# It's fun to join in that number

# When the saints come marchin' in

# See banners wave

# Oh, hear that ring

# We all feel prouder than a king

# Cos everyone,

everyone loves that number

# When the saints come marchin' in

I don't know about you, but I killed 'em.

- The audience loves us.

- What's not to love?

See you at the Colonial House. Peg and I

have to pick out our costumes for the ball.

- What are you going as?

- Lady Godiva. What else?

Lady Godiva?!

That sure ain't fair to New Orleans.

Let's hope she gets a long wig.

Ah!

You're sure there'll be nobody

at the ball dressed like me?

Madam, in my shop we specialise

in one-of-a-kind costumes.

Let's face it - you're adorable!

How can any man resist you?

My problem is just the other way around.

Allow me, my dear.

Thank you.

Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep.

I don't blame 'em for running away.

How do I look?

Oh, honey! If I were Louis XV,

I'd make you queen.

Well, I'll get our clothes.

Ah-ha-ha!

Are you sure I'll be the only

Madam Pompadour at the ball?

My dear lady, this is a one-of-a-kind

costume that I imported from Paris.

Well, Little Bo Peep

is ready for action. OK?

Ah, charming! What Madam Pompadour

would have given to look like you.

Her head. Or was that Marie Antoinette?

Is this a good night

to go out with the wrong man

so the right man'll ask me to marry him?

Well, for that, any night is the right night.

Especially on Mardi Gras night.

Harry, give me a hand. We still have

ten Madam Pompadours to get rid of.

Guess who.

Nellie? I thought

you'd changed your mind.

Nellie?! Why, Johnny, you...!

Frankie, I... I knew it was you.

I was trying to make you jealous.

- Convinced?

- That was a guilty kiss if I ever had one.

- Let's go.

- Go where?

You know Braden's holding open house

in suite 309. Come on.

- I promised to wait here for Cully.

- Cully and who else?

Just Cully. I swear.

With the left hand?

All right, I'll meet you there. Suite 309.

Frankie?

Remember how to do that

after we get married.

Well, I fooled her.

Watch it! I'm not gettin' any younger.

- Did you find Nellie?

- Braden set her up in room 306.

She said to meet her there.

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