Jersey Boys Page #8

with Tommy and the $150,000.

That's Bob.

He was always looking so far

into the future...

...he never saw what was

going on under his nose.

Fact is, the trouble didn't start

at the Sullivan Show.

It started long before that.

Oh, for every day

I made you cry

Ooh, Dawn, go away back where you belong

Girl, we can'!

Change the places where we were born

Before you say

You say

That you want me

I want you to think

- Think, think

- What your family would say

- Think, think

- Think what you're throwing away

Now think what the future would be

With a poor boy

Like me

Me

Dawn

Go away, I'm no good for you

Dawn, go away

Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen.

We'll see you again next year.

Wonderful time.

- Great show, fellas!

Thank you!

- Welcome to Cleveland!

- Thank you!

You're under arrest.

- What?

- For what?

Defrauding an innkeeper.

- What?

You fellas played here last year?

Yeah.

You stay at a Holiday Inn?

- I don't remember.

- Well, they do.

You skipped without paying the bill.

- You owe $120.

- For crying out loud-

A minor oversight.

I can take care of that right now.

Take that up with the judge.

Come on, officer,

can't we deal with this privately?

You wouldn't be offering a bribe,

would you?

All right, all right.

My friend, my friend, my friend.

Every man is looking for a queen.

Where is she?

Oh, with another man.

Whafre you gonna do? It happens.

We're all winners here. That's 40 you owe me.

Hey, Nicky, you remember when we

couldn't get arrested'?

When was that? When you were 3?

All right. Calm down, genius, huh?

It's not the end of the world.

We'll be out in a couple of days.

This may come as a shock to you,

but I don't have a police record.

Oh, no? Well, it's never too late to start,

right?

Hey, who knows, maybe you guys

come up with a hit song out of it.

Right, Frankie, huh?

Oh, me, oh, my-o

Come on, Frankie.

Did some time in old Ohio

Tommy, can it.

Come on. Calm your friend down.

He's about to sh*t his pants.

I'm not gonna calm down.

I'm in a jail cell with a-

"PGFSOH.

Hello.

Over here.

Hey, hi.

Thank you very much.

You have a very nice jail.

Bob never forgave Tommy

for that weekend.

Me, I let it slide

because the group comes first.

We're all in this together, right?

Here, beautiful.

Right.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

- Of course, of course.

We love Ohio.

We shouldn't be drawing on this account.

We gotta set something

aside for Uncle Sam.

Lou, this is November.

April's what, nine months away?

- Six, actually.

- And that's why you're the accountant.

Yes. And that's why

I think it's important-

Don't think. I'm the client.

Twenty thousand,

Bellevue Apartments, I.N.C.

What's "GAVA"?

- It's a fruit, like your brother.

- Hey.

Bobby and Frankie's partnership.

- What partnership?

- Same kind of cockamamie partnership.

About what?

Frankie sings, Bobby writes,

some kind of split.

- And you knew about this?

- Yeah, so'?

So when were you gonna tell me?

All right. Don't make a braciola, uh?

Doesn't cut into your share.

I don't know. A group is a group.

It's not two guys with a side deal.

And I agree with you.

You think it's gonna work

with those two egos?

I think I should start my own group.

- You're not starting anything.

- Why not?

You gotta wake up beware noun

to sum you; (mm.

Lou, you're a gentleman.

So I let that slide too.

I mean, we were doing good.

Concerts, club dates, cover of Cash box.

Six more weeks at number one,

that covered a lot of sins.

Until we hit Detroit.

This reporter comes to do a feature on us,

and Frankie falls hard.

So tell me a little bit about

where you grew up.

I'm from Belleville, New Jersey.

Right outside of Newark.

Mm-hm.

Here, look.

I got some pictures here.

That's my mother.

Best meatball sandwiches

in all of America.

Five-foot-two, but don't mess with her.

She really wanted me out of that

neighborhood.

Course, she's still right there in

the same projects but I can'! get her out.

She doesn't wanna leave her friends.

I tell her:

"Take them with you, I'll move them all."

She says no.

Send her cash, it goes in the drawer.

The washing machine breaks,

she won't spend money.

Goes to the laundromat.

Tells everybody she's Frankie Valli's

mother.

People think I'm the kind of son

that makes his mother go to a laundromat.

What else you wanna know?

Then she interviewed Tommy.

Thing about Tommy is...

...he was only used to dealing

with a certain class of woman...

...so when he went up against Lorraine,

it was like, no contest.

What did Frankie say about me?

Not really much.

More about him and Bobby.

How the group never took off

till Bobby came along.

Did he tell you that I hired Bobby'?

He said it was more like a group

decision.

- Oh, he said that, huh?

- Mm-hm.

Did he tell you that before I took him on

he was studying to be a hairdresser?

- No.

- Oh, yeah.

The kid was lost.

Between you and me...

...and don't print this because

he doesn't want it out there...

...I taught him everything he knows.

- Really?

- Everything.

- Ah.

- But not everything I know.

Aah.

I even had to get him laid the first time.

Give him a little tutoring.

Well, you tutored him very well.

Why don't we cut to the chase here,

Lorraine.

How do you mean, Tommy?

Well, I can see you're a big girl.

Look, when you get tired

of high school...

...you let me know when you wanna

check out the graduate course.

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He hit on you?

Only, like, with a sledgehammer.

That son of a b*tch, I'm gonna kill him.

- It was funny.

- It's not. You don't do that.

- He's pathetic. Leave it alone.

- You don't do it!

Now I'm supposed to go on

stage with him?

- Sing with him? Make jokes? What is he, crazy?

- He might be stupid. Ever think of that?

Tommy's not stupid. He's evil.

Did he put his hands on you'?

No, of course not.

This is bad.

- F***!

- Jesus. What is the matter with you?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Pick a card, pick a card. No?

Mr. Big Shot over here.

Hey, everybody, that's Frankie Valli.

He's freezing' me oui.

I mean, what did I do so terrible, huh?

Take him off the street?

Put him in the group?

Hustle with him all these years.

Take him in like this, Nicky.

Like this.

Make him a star.

And now he won't even look at me.

Like Tommy DeVitds a f***ing stain.

Gimme a break.

For what? For what, I ask you, huh?

A piece of ass? For that?

Get the f*** out of here.

I mean, is there an ounce of good that I did?

One ounce?

Hand me that, will you?

There's no towels.

Hand me the f***ing towel.

Am I right, or am I right?

I want Bobby to handle cash

from now on.

What?

I want Bobby to handle the cash.

All right, let me explain something.

When I leave this group...

...or they carry me out...

...Bob can handle whatever

you want Bob to handle.

While I'm in this group, he's not gonna

handle a dime. You understand?

Not a f***ing dime.

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