Jersey Boys Page #9

Get that through your f***ing head.

Maybe we should put it to a vote.

- What?

What was that?

- Maybe we should put it to a vote.

A vote?

All right. I see. I see.

Now we got a democracy.

All right. Let's put it to a vote.

Should Bob handle the money,

yea or nay? Huh?

Huh?

Hey' hey!

Well, that's my vote.

Anybvdy else?

- Tommy-

Let it go.

What?

Oh, looks like the nays have it.

Tommy won that one,

but it was the beginning of the end.

Something just snapped and after

that it was just a long slow slide.

Until Norm Waxman showed up

backstage at the Sullivan Show...

wand biew the lid off...

...we had no idea how deep in he was.

With a burning love inside

Yeah, I'm workin' my way back to you, babe

And the happiness that died

a' fer It get away

a' fer It get away

N? be workin' my way back to you

You'd think after everything

that went down...

...Frankie would have cut

Tommy loose right then.

If that's what you think...

...you're not from Jersey.

Hey, Gyp.

- T0mmy's in a little trouble.

- How little?

Hundred and fifty thousand.

Oh. Why isn't he standing here

talking to me?

Because he can't sing "My Mother's Eyes"

like I can.

You take care of family, Frankie. I like that.

Yeah.

I'll see what I can do.

We're hereto resolve a problem.

We're all gentlemen.

We will act in a civilized manner.

How much are we talking about?

As of noon today, including the wig:

One hundred and sixty-two large.

What were you thinking, Tommy?

I don't know, Gyp. It, uh-

It always felt like I was playing catch-up.

just crept up.

I'm surprised he's still walking around.

I'll be honest with you, Gyp.

We like their songs.

Anybody else, he'd already

be in the hospital.

Come on. Gimme a break, huh?

What are you gonna do, huh'? You f***.

- Sic one of your goons on me?

- Man is trying to work with you.

- Hey, whose side are you on?

- Mine.

Of course you are.

- A**hole.

- I'm an a**hole? You a**hole.

- From day one.

- F*** you.

- F*** you.

F*** you, Nicky.

Gentlemen, our friend Mr. Waxman

has a legitimate point.

Excuse me. All due respect.

He opened it up.

I'm gonna say something.

I've been rooming with this guy

on and off for, what is it, 10 years?

This was not a walk in the park.

This was a sentence.

A 10-year sentence.

The man is a personal nightmare.

He wears the same underwear

three days running.

He takes no pride in his appearance.

In the simple amenities of life.

You wanna talk about towels?

This isn't the time-

The man cannot be in a hotel

without using all the towels.

I'm talking face towels, bath towels...

...the bathmat, the little washcloths.

Like he's living alone.

You need a towel, you know where it is?

In a pile on the floor.

I come back to the room one time

the man is pissing in the sink.

- I never pissed in the sink.

- Right in the f***ing sink.

I say, "Tommy, what's wrong with you?

There's a toilet."

He says, "This was closer."

This is what I'm dealing with.

The man is not properly socialized.

Frankie doesn't have to deal with it.

Gaudio doesn't.

I've had to deal with it 10 years!

Okay, Nick. Thank you for sharing that.

Now, Norm and me...

...we're gonna take a little walk,

work things out.

I want you boys to put your

heads together.

See what you can come up with.

And, you.

Hey!

Stay out of my bathroom.

P.

Maybe Gyp can talk sense into this guy.

Forget sense.

Forget sense.

I got a couple of things.

I could work something out.

Pull a job? Roll a 7-Eleven, like the old days.

Shut your trap, all right,

and drink your wine!

DeCarlds not running this group,

I am.

I don't know what we're doing here,

begging for help.

You make me look like an a**hole.

- You do that all by yourself.

Can we talk about-Q

You know whafd be nice? Since I was

here before any of you? Respect.

For what? Getting 162 in the hole?

You know something? At least I tried, huh?

You think it's easy running the group?

Dealing with the club owners,

the managers, the record companies?

Everybody trying to f*** you

five ways from Sunday?

You don't care how it gets done, Nicky.

I took care of it! Me!

Sit down.

Sit down.

Sit down.

All right.

Let's get it all out, right?

Crucify me, right? Come on.

Right, Tommy.

All right.

You don't give a sh*t about the group.

Never have.

It's always been whatever it is you got

going on, and then the group.

Never rehearse, drive Nicky to drink,

put Bob through the wringer.

Forget trying to mess with my head,

which you've done from day one.

- You don't know what you're talking about.

Be quiet for once.

You know what the shame of it is,

Tommy?

You're not a bad musician if you

give a little time. But, nah.

You're too busy shooting your mouth off or

buying apanments to keep your girlfriends in.

But no more.

All that bullshit is over.

This is how you talk to your friends?

Friends, right.

Not one Christmas present.

Not one Christmas card.

Not one time we go for a meal

and you pick up the check.

Not one time do you ask me how my

kids are doing, how I'm doing.

God help me, Tommy, part of me

would really like to see you hurt.

Hey! Hey! Don't! Come on! Tommy!

You talk to me that way?

Come on! Get off him, get off!

Schoolkids!

Leave that outside.

All right?

Here's how it's gonna go down.

Excuse me, Mr. DeCarlo. The group-

We've come to a decision.

We have?

We're gonna pay back

every penny Tommy owes.

- Wait a minute.

- Let me handle this.

It's a lousy few hundred grand.

We got something,

it took a lot of work and years.

- So?

- The group takes the debt.

This is his problem.

Why do we take his debt?

Because we're not gonna let it come apart.

Is that good enough, Tommy?

For what?

Frankie's singing was never good enough.

His ideas were never good enough.

Nothing was good enough.

The kid who was never good enough

is bailing you out.

So is that good enough?

It's a little more complicated than that.

Why?

My people are very angry.

- They want a message sent.

- What message?

You're moving to Las Vegas.

What for?

Your health. We're gonna keep an eye on you.

We see you outside of Nevada,

it gets ugly.

No way. No way. Not Nevada.

Better throw me in the river.

Your choice.

- Wait a minute. For how long?

Till ifs paid off.

- But we're in the middle of a tour.

- Best I could do.

- But what happens to the group?

- I'll tell you what happens. Nothing.

Why? Because it's still on paper

that I own 25 percent. So suck on that.

I got a better idea.

A clean break. We buy him out.

What? No, no, no.

You don't buy me out. I buy you out.

With what, Tommy?

All right. Fine.

Buy me out. it's over anyway.

How many more hits you

think you're gonna write?

All right, wait a minute.

Anything else we don't know about?

I maybe borrowed a little

from the tax account.

How much?

Half a mil.

- In that neighborhood.

- Oof.

We're gonna take that too.

- What are you-?

- I said let me handle it.

The loan, the taxes...

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