Grand Piano Page #5

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You hear me, Tom? I swear to God!

You think about the people whose

lives you're cutting short.

Think about your wife!

You think about the blood on your

hands because you just lost your bet.

Please, sit down.

You just lost your bet, Tom!

Except for you, Emma!

I'm talking to you, Tom!

Tom!

A light for her, please!

You think that's going to stop me?

You think I got something to lose?

Sit back down and play it again.

Play the last four bars again.

Play them right.

The lovely woman you see

sitting up there is Emma.

Emma Selznick, my wife,

and, as I'm sure you know,

an incredibly gifted actress.

What are you doing?

- You know...

- I'm going to take her out now.

- She's...

- I'm going to do it!

- ...the only reason I'm here tonight.

- Do you hear me, Tom?

She's the one you should thank,

not me. Please.

If you don't do as I say right now, I'm

gonna take the b*tch out point-blank.

Are you out of your mind?

Everyone's looking at her.

I don't give a...

The change to your programs

Mr. Reisinger mentioned...

- I'm losing you.

- ...was not just "La Cinquette".

What do you expect me to do?

We also have a very special

encore planned for you tonight.

Look, man, you have

got to get a clear head.

Norman, will you

please join me up here?

Are you there?

My friend, Norman Reisinger,

ladies and gentlemen.

You just heard him call me his

friend, right? So I have witnesses.

Okay, what have you got in mind?

I want some help to encore

this extraordinary venue...

I don't know what to do!

Please, help me accompany

Emma Selznick in performing

a selection of her choosing, for

this incredibly generous audience.

You've got to be kidding!

Sing for me.

I had nothing to do

with this hijacking, Emma.

A standard?

A calypso.

No, you're right,

it's too sexy for this crowd.

I got it.

Is that okay?

Right. "Motherless Child" it is.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Emma Selznick!

Listen to me.

I'm packing up and I'm out of here.

The hell you are!

Open your eyes, open your ears.

Forget about the money, it's over!

You're not walking out on me.

Calm down. Let's just pack

up and get out of here.

No! I spent three years on this!

What are you...? What?

What? Stop! You can't!

You crazy son of a...

No!

Are you listening?

Say goodbye to your wife.

Sometimes I feel

like a motherless child.

You listen now, you piece of sh*t!

Don't you dare f***ing touch her!

A long, long way

from home.

Hi, Tom.

Sometimes I feel

like I just can't go on.

Sometimes I feel

like I might make it through.

Sometimes I feel like

there's no place for us.

Alone I pray

to my Lord.

Where's my home,

my home?

I'd rather die, I'd rather die.

Sometimes I feel, sometimes

I feel like I just can't go on.

Sometimes I feel like I

might make it through.

Sometimes I feel

like a motherless child.

Sometimes I feel

like a motherless child.

A long,

long way from home.

A long, long way from home.

Argh!

Tom! Oh, my God!

Tom!

Tom!

Oh, my God, sweetheart,

are you okay?

Argh!

I think I broke my leg.

Emma...

Can we please go home?

Honey!

I need to finish this.

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