Jersey Boys Page #10

...we take it all.

All right.

That's it, then.

Norm. Tommy.

Excuse us.

Hey, Frankie.

Frankie.

It's that bad, huh?

Frankie...

...you are digging a million-dellar hole

for yourself.

Tommy took me off the streets, Gyp.

What's that worth?

You'll be on the road till you're 90.

You want, I could arrange a loan.

Thanks, Mr. DeCarlo, but I don't want anybody

involved in our future besides me and Frankie.

Hey, I just realized something.

I don't wanna be in this group anymore.

Not now, Nicky.

- No, forget that. I wanna go home.

What are you talking about?

I wanna go home.

Good idea.

After the tour, we all take a break.

No. Now.

I quit.

You can't quit.

I got his attention. Hi, Bob.

Nicky, Nicky, we're in the middle of a tour.

Yeah. You know, I always hated the touring.

F***ing hotels.

Those tiny little bars of soap.

You're supposed to wash with that?

Can't even see it.

You're talking crazy.

Calm down and we'll figure it out.

I already figured it out.

I'll make it easy for you.

I don't want money.

I don't want side deals.

All I want is out.

You're right about the soap.

Hey, Nicky. Nicky.

Nicky!

We're in the middle of a damn tour!

Are you crazy?

Nicky, wait.

Wait up.

Let me understand.

You put in all this time,

you have all these hits...

...and yet, you're gonna just

walk away?

That is crazy.

Me and the wife had a little trouble

last year, so you know what I did'?

I put the kids with my parents.

And then I told them, my own kids...

...I made up this thing where I told them

I was really their uncle. Uncle Nick.

I don't understand.

So I could screw around, you know.

Do what I wanted.

I figured if I wasn't home to put them to bed,

they wouldn't feel deprived of a father.

I don't know what to say, Nick.

All due respect, Mr. DeCarlo...

...you sell a hundred million records,

see how you handle it.

Frankie and Bob,

they're gonna take this hard.

I'm not worried.

Those guys, with all their talent...

...they'll never even know I'm gone.

You want me to go out there by myself?

Are you nuts?

Look, there's a lot of great

backup guys out there, right?

There's Joe Long, Charlie Calello.

We find two more and put you in front.

Get a great drummer.

A horn section like we talked about.

Like Basie and the Kenton band.

- What do you do?

- Write and produce.

I don't like it.

- Why?

- You're crapping out on me.

- I thought we had a handshake.

- We do.

I wake up in the middle of the night,

I don't know where I am.

I think, "What the hell happened?

What's gonna happen? Everybody leaves."

Why does everybody leave?

Frankie.

This is your time.

How do you do that?

What?

Get me to agree to stuff.

It's a gift.

You're only holdin' out your heart

In sympathy

FRAN Kl E:

So while Bob's at home with his family...

...I'm on the road 200 nights a year,

doing anything I can dig up:

Night clubs, hotels, private parties, anything.

I'll be blue and I'll be cryin' too

But, girl, you know

I only want what's best for you

What good is ail my pride

Yeah, you and me both, pal.

Mr. Valli.

You got a collect call from Jersey.

- Where is she?

You tell me. She's your daughter too.

She never knows if you'll visit,

it's always last minute.

I'm an entertainer. Things get moved!

- She needs a father!

- How about a mother?

Pull yourself together.

Sh*t. Hello.

Hello?

Can I talk to Mommy?

Francine.

Where are you, sweetheart?

Your mother and I are worried sick.

I'm in the city, okay?

Don't have a cow.

Sweetheart, you can't disappear...

...off the face of the earth. Leave a note.

Don't yell at me, Daddy.

Look.

I just took a plane halfway

across the country.

You got money for a cab?

Just get in a cab and come home.

So now you're gonna be

a father all of a sudden?

It's two lousy days, Daddy.

You disappear for months at a time.

- That's different, Francine.

- I know. You're working.

You're slaving away

so you can give us a good life.

I've heard it a billion times.

Give me a break.

- Can I talk to Mom?

- Don't talk to me like that. I'm your father.

Francine?

Sh*t.

Good job, Dad.

Francine?

- Yeah.

- Your father, he'd like to see you.

- Oh, can I help you?

No. Come on.

Who the hell are you?

Get lost before I snap your neck.

It's okay. I'll call you.

Thanks, Johnny.

Anytime, Frankie.

Sit down, Francine.

How'd you find me?

I got friends who have friends

on the street.

You mean your friends in the Mob?

You want something?

Coke.

- Can we get a Coke over here?

Sure.

Listen, Francine.

I made some mistakes.

I wasn't around enough.

Your mother...

We both know about her.

I should have stepped in...

...but it's hard to balance the home

and the work.

Maybe someday, you'll have a

family and you'll understand that.

Hey. All right. Gimme that.

You wanna be a singer,

first thing is you stop that.

You could be a great singer.

You got my chops,

you got your mothefs beauty.

You could have everything you want.

But you gotta get it together.

What's wrong with you?

Running around like this?

Look, I know how hard it is.

You got something you wanna share

with the world and nobody gives a sh*t.

But then things turn around.

You have to have patience,

and you gotta keep working.

We're gonna turn things around.

All right?

I'm gonna help you.

I'm gonna get you in singing lessons.

You're gonna start eating right,

gonna start exercising.

I set it up with Bob Crewe,

he's gonna record you a demo. Four songs.

All you.

We're gonna get out of this nightmare.

You can do this.

This is what you want, right?

Right?

Come here.

I believe in you.

I'm glad you're here with me.

You know, it's funny...

...back in the day, we almost left Crewe

because he wouldn't record us a demo.

Four songs.

And now he's doing it for Francine.

I swear, that kid, she was going under.

You know what it's like out there

with kids and drugs.

And her mother,

you think it's about the kid? No.

It's who's winning, who's wrong,

who's right, who screwed up.

I mean, this woman-

People turn into something.

- Frankie.

- What?

I can't do this.

What do you mean?

This is a small apartment. There's not

enough room for your whole family.

Can you stop that for a minute?

Whats the point?

I gotta be out of town next week...

...then I come back and you're on the road.

- I don't see you for weeks.

- I'm working. It's not a vacation.

- t goes on. Nothing changes.

- I need these dates.

- I got a million-dollar hole.

- That you dug for yourself.

He was screwing things up.

We had to get him out.

- Don't talk about things you don't know.

- He used you.

He ridiculed you. He did everything

he could to destroy the group.

- And you take his debts?

- He couldn't help himself!

Oh, my God.

Saint Francis, is that it?

Kind to animals?

I thought if you could get out of the

neighborhood maybe we'd have a shot.

But you're never gonna get out,

are you?

What if we got married?

You and Tommy?

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