Going My Way Page #4

She needs it for a bed. Can you imagine?

Of course, you know,

there might be two sides to it.

- Maybe you're being a little unreasonable.

- I'm 18.

Eighteen? As old as that?

[Whistles]

When I was 18,

I thought my father was pretty dumb.

After a while, when I got to be 21...

I was amazed to find out

how much he'd learned in three years.

Now that you're in New York,

what do you propose to do?

- I'm going to get a job. I'm a singer.

- A singer? You any good?

- Of course I'm good.

- What makes you think so?

Well, I...

I'm just good, that's all.

Would you sing something for me?

Maybe I can help you.

O'MALLEY:
Supposed to be

a pretty good judge.

You wouldn't know the kind of songs

I know.

How do you know?

[Exclaims in surprise]

- Do you happen to know Day After Forever?

- What key?

Do you mind dropping it just a little?

[Singing] All day tomorrow

I'll be whispering your name

And the day after forever

I know I'll do the same

Maytime or winter

I won't let you out of sight

And the day after forever

We'll talk about tonight

Your laughter is a melody

That I'll remember long

It plays upon my heartstrings

It's my favourite song

All through a lifetime

I'll be loving you and then

On the day after forever

I'll just begin again

What do you think?

You got a pretty nice voice,

but instead of so much of this...

you ought to think about putting

a little feeling into the words.

For instance, Father?

[Playing romantic music]

[Singing] All day tomorrow

I'll be whispering your name

And the day after forever

I know I'll do the same

Maytime or winter

I won't let you out of sight

And the day

After forever

We'll talk about tonight

I see what you mean, Father.

Supposing you try it then?

Just speak the words.

Your laughter is a melody...

- that I'll remember long.

- That's it.

- It plays upon my heartstrings.

- Now sing it.

[Singing] It's my favourite song

All through a lifetime

I'll be loving you

BOTH:
and then

On the day after forever

CAROL:
I'll just begin

again

What's that "again"?

- I was imitating you, Father.

- Did I do that?

CAROL:
Definitely.

O'MALLEY:
Maybe, but I didn't do that...

[lmitating Carol] And the day after forever

You're my favourite song

There's no thought behind that at all.

We'll talk about

What has that got to do with the song?

Hello, Father.

This young lady came to us for some help.

[Fitzgibbon exclaims inquisitively]

FITZGIBBON:
So it's work you're wanting.

CAROL:
Yes, Father.

- I think maybe I could place you.

- You can?

What would you think

of a little general housework?

Mrs. Scaponi, with all those children,

11, no, 1 2, in October.

FITZGIBBON:
I think

maybe she could use you.

No. I'm not looking for that kind of work.

I don't think you understand, Father.

She's a singer.

[Humming]

Aren't you?

FITZGIBBON:
Well, now...

FITZGIBBON:
And where, may I ask,

are you expecting to find employment?

FITZGIBBON:
In some nice cool,

airy nightclub, I suppose.

FITZGIBBON:
Any prospects?

CAROL:
No. Not exactly.

And you're willing to starve

rather than push a broom?

- You have a home, I presume?

- No, she just left it, Father.

FITZGIBBON:
Go right back to your parents.

A fine little girl like you

singing someplace like that...

Blue Goose or something.

But you've got to start someplace, Father.

Nonsense. Being a good wife and mother

is a good enough start for you.

Like your own mother.

[Sighing]

- Goodbye, Father.

- Goodbye.

FITZGIBBON:
Young lady, you go home and

stay home till the right man comes around.

The right man will never come

near our house.

But don't worry. I'll get by.

Carol!

Wait just a minute. Father.

- Do you think you could let me have 10?

- Of what?

$10. She's all alone. She hasn't a thing.

Open up our hearts. $10.

[Whispering] Just a minute.

- How about $5?

- No, $10.

Carol, I didn't like the way you said,

"I'll get by."

O'MALLEY:
Here's something

to tide you over.

But, Father...

It's all right. It's not charity. It's a loan.

Thanks. I can use it.

I appreciate it.

I guess there's a lot of things

I should have said to you...

advice and one thing or another.

But you wouldn't have paid any attention.

After all, you are 18, aren't you?

CAROL:
Don't worry. I'll be all right.

O'MALLEY:
Of course you will, Carol.

- I'll get by.

- Don't say that.

O'MALLEY:
Let us hear from you.

CAROL:
All right, Father.

CAROL:
Bye.

O'MALLEY:
Bye, Carol.

[Church bell chiming]

[Boys chattering]

Hey, fellas.

What are we doing

hanging around here for?

[All exclaiming] Yeah!

- 'Cause I promised O'Malley, that's what for.

- Why?

- 'Cause I said so, see?

- Hey, fellas, look.

HERMAN:
Lace panty-coats.

ALL:
Yeah, lace panty-coats.

First thing you know,

he'll be charming us into these things.

BOY 1:
Yeah, making altar boys out of us.

Hold it. First guy up, I kick his teeth in, see?

Look, you, O'Malley's a right guy, see?

Pick him up.

Look, you, O'Malley's a right guy, see?

He didn't rat on us about the turkeys,

did he?

ALL:
No.

TONY:
Took us to a baseball game?

ALL:
Yeah.

TONY:
Bought us hot dogs, didn't he?

ALL:
Yeah.

TONY:
He's gonna take us to a picture show,

ain't he?

How do we know?

- Hello, Father. Say hello to the Father.

- Hello, Father.

Hi, fellas.

TONY:
Where'd you get the outfit?

O'MALLEY:
It's the St. Louis Browns.

I used to work out with them.

They thought I brought them luck.

- When I left, they gave it to me.

- That's the outfit to wear in a cellar.

Oh, you, knocking my team.

I guess you fellas wonder

why I asked you down here.

Father, I want to talk to you a minute.

- Wanna see me?

- Just a minute.

Pardon me, boys.

Tony, what's on your mind?

Well, Father, so you won't have no beef

coming, I'm laying it on the line, okay?

Okay. They're here. Like I promised.

Only, you should have heard them squawk.

Worse than that turkey.

- They did?

- Yeah, they figured being a priest...

you were gonna slip them the old routine.

Personally, I'm for giving you a break.

What I say goes.

- Swell of you, Tony.

- It ain't nothing, Father.

Only, the way it is now,

I'm on the hook for you, see?

- I'm responsible for you. Get me?

- I won't let you down.

Maybe you won't,

but you step out of line once...

me and the gang will drop you

like you were a hot potato.

- Okay. Can I talk to them now?

- Sure, go ahead.

Boys, I'm not gonna do much talking.

Like Tony says,

I'm gonna lay it right on the line.

I asked you down here to do me a favour.

St. Dominic's needs a choir,

and I want to start one.

[Murmuring in dissent]

I know what you're thinking,

but it's not gonna be that way at all.

It's gonna be fun. Believe me,

I like fun as much as anybody.

If it doesn't turn out that way...

if you think I'm trying

to slip something over on you...

like Tony says, you can drop me

"like a hot potato."

What do you say?

You gonna give me a break?

Father, that depends. What is it?

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