Jersey Boys
You wanna hear the real story?
I'm the one you wanna talk to:
Tommy DeVito.
Wasn't for me, we would have wound up
in the trunk with a bullet in our head.
There's even a street named after me.
Of course, it don't come easy.
You gotta have talent and skill and vision.
And luck.
Just like a wandering sparrow
One lonely soul
I'd walk the straight and narrow
To reach my goal
Frankie. Where's my single?
Coming up, Mr. DeCarlo.
Vito, when are you gonna give my
boy here his own chair?
Ah, he's not ready yet, Gyp.
Here you go.
- Frankie, you wanna give me a shave'?
Yeah, sure.
Give him the razor. Go ahead.
Be careful.
All right.
Soave, Louie.
He's not gonna cut my throat.
Are you, Frankie?
Heh. No, Mr. DeCarlo.
Lot of people would like to, eh?
Get nice and close.
- Hello.
Ooh.
Party time.
'o mfo.
- Sh*t.
What?
- No, no, no.
t's nothing.
Can you hand me the witch hazel?
Well, I'm sorry.
It's a nick.
I'm sorry, Mr. DeCarlo.
Maybe you should phone ahead, Tommy?
I'm sorry, Gyp, I didn't figure-
I know. You usually don't.
- Gimme.
- It's a nick.
- I'll finish it.
- Calm down, Vito.
What's a little blood between friends?
- I'm sorry, Mr. DeCarlo.
- It's all right.
Gyp DeCarlo.
Sure, they had elections. But you wanted
something done or undone in Jersey...
...Gyp was the man.
And I gotta say, I had a special
relationship with him.
- Tommy. You pick up my dry cleaning?
- Sure thing, Gyp. it's already at your house.
- Okay. Drop Frankie. Then take me home.
- Right away.
You doing your exercises?
Yeah.
A voice like yours, it's a gift from God.
The world is gonna hear that voice.
You understand?
Sure, Mr. DeCarlo. It's just-
What?
I don't know. I just wish things would
start to happen.
- Impatient, huh?
- Heh.
Don't worry. You work hard,
everything follows.
Am I right, Tommy?
Bigger than Sinatra, Gyp.
My hand to God.
There were three ways
out of the neighborhood:
You join the Army, maybe you get killed.
You get mobbed up,
you might get killed that way.
Or you get famous.
For us, it was two out of three.
It's gonna be good.
- Be careful, huh?
- Bye, Mr. DeCarl0. Yeah.
You know what I don't understand?
I don't understand the infatuation...
Because that's what they are, Frankie.
You hang cut with them,
you either end up dead or in jail.
Eh. She's right, huh? Just listen.
Learn something.
L gotta g0-
- Finish your dinner.
- I finished.
I didn't want anybody to get up. Hello.
Hey, Tom.
- Mrs. Castelluccio.
You hungry?
- I'm fine. Thank you.
- Where you going?
We got rehearsal.
We got a rehearsal for this Friday.
- It's a dance at the high school.
Uh-huh.
- You better not be drinking or using drugs.
- Him? Forget it. He's an angel.
Sounds like one too.
Who does he get that from, you or your wife?
- Not me.
- Not you?
What's that?
- Please.
- What?
You keep an eye on Frankie.
I'll never let anything happen to Frankie.
My hand to God.
For later. Frankie non mang.
Gimme a kiss.
- The two of you. Be careful.
Meatballs. Mama.
- I want you home 11:00.
Come here. I love you.
- No later.
- Yeah, good night.
- Okay, be careful you two, please.
- Yeah.
Eleven o'clock, Frank.
Good night.
All right, Frankie. You look, you listen.
You understand?
What's the high sign?
"Silhouettes."
All right. Come on.
All right, don't screw this up.
Understand? It's for real.
Real casual-like.
Come on, come on, go.
Push. Push the f***ing thing.
I am pushing the f***ing thing.
Took a walk and passed your house
Late last night
From within, a dim light cast-
- Hey, Frankie.
- Hey, Officer Mike. How you doing?
What's with the concert?
Oh, it's, um-.
Good acoustics, so the sound
bounces off the wall there.
Aren't you supposed to be home by 11?
You want the truth?
It's my girl. She lives there.
I'm wooing her.
- Wooing, huh?
- Yeah.
Making love with music.
Silhouettes
Silhouettes
Silhouettes
Ty-oh, oh-oh
Silhouettes
Silhouettes
Silhouettes
Ty-oh, oh-oh
Hey! Down there! Shut the hell up!
We're trying to sleep!
Her mother don't like me.
Okay, nice try. Why don't you get
out of here before I gotta run you in?
Yeah, sure, Mikey.
Sorry for the disturbance.
Watch my- Come on.
Okay, come on.
Slow, slow.
You couldn't open it inside,
how you gonna open it at home?
We can't open up-
- Shut up and push.
- Get in, get in.
Come on.
F***! Your mothefs ass!
Come on. Go, go, go!
Come on. Frankie, step on the f***ing gas.
Sh*t. Oh, sh*t.
- What are you doing?
Frankie!
Straighten it out! Frankie, what are you
doing? Frankie!
- I can't!
Stop the f***ing car!
Frankie!
Jackass!
Oh, man!
Holy sh*t.
Come on, come on, let's go!
You all right?
Come on!
Darling, my darling, my darling
- Wait, wait
- Darling, my darling, my darling
- Wait, wait
- Boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom,
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
- Uh-oh, I love you
- Darling, my darling, my darling
- I truly, truly love you
- Darling, my darling, my darling
- And I've been thinking of you
- Darling, my darling, my darling
You're the apple of my eye
You're the apple of my eye
Thank you very much,
ladies and gentlemen. Thank you.
We are The Variety Trio.
I'm Tommy DeVito.
Plus we got my brother,
Nicky DeVito.
How you doing?
And on bass guitar, we got Nick Massi.
And now...
...right here on our stage.
Before I bring out the Vienna
Boys Choir and Topo Gigio...
...I would love to introduce you
to a new discovery of mine:
Little Frankie Castelluccio.
Frankie, get on up here.
Come on, don't be shy.
You want your shot? F***ing sing.
Come on.
I can't give you anything but love, baby
That's the only thing I've plenty of
- He's cute.
- He is, really.
Baby'
Dream a while
Scheme a while
We're sure in find
Happiness
And I guess
All those things you've always pined for
Gee, I'd like to see you looking swell
Baby'
Diamond bracelets woolwonh doesn't sell
Baby
Till that lucky day
You know darned well, baby
I can't give you anything but love
Anything but love
He is so good.
Go ahead. Just say "good night."
Good night.
Thank you very much,
ladies and gentlemen.
Thank you all for coming.
Hope you enjoyed your evening.
Anybody seen my lighter?
Look who it is.
What do you want?
- Hey, Frankie.
You sang good tonight.
It was good, not great.
They seemed to like it.
Yeah? Look what we got over here.
We got an audience expert.
- I'll tell you when they like it.
- I'm just saying.
Maybe you shouldn't say so much
and start listening, huh?
- Move, move.
What?
You see the redhead in the front row?
It's not under there.
I seen her clocking you.
You can get in.
- Nah. She was with somebody.
Oh, yeah?
- So you take her for a spin.
Like in what?
Taking her in the Plymouth.
- You gonna lend me your car?
I might lend you the car.
Bullshit.
Just don't wrap yourself around a tree.
I don't have to fill out a lot of forms.
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