Road to Rio Page #5

She's not on the boat.

What do you mean?

She's not on the boat.

She must've gotten off

with those two musicians.

What two musicians?

Two men she met on the boat.

What about

the wedding?

There'll be a wedding.

They just left the pier.

Follow them

and you'll find Lucia.

And then take care

of those two.

I hope you had a pleasant

trip, Captain Harmon.

Ah, Mr. Rodrigues.

Tell me, captain, have you

seen Senhorita Lucia de Andrade?

Lucia? Didn't she get off with her aunt?

No, I didn't see her.

Then she must've left with

those two American musicians.

Two American musicians?

I wonder how

I can find them.

That shouldn't be very

difficult. One of them has...

Thank you very much,

captain. Thank you!

What is this, another lobby?

Don't be silly. This is our suite.

Our suite?

Who pays?

Drop it, yes.

Hey, hey! Who's getting

married? This is two men!

Compliment of the hotel, senhor.

Oh, on the cuff!

Keep it coming!

Tip the boys, huh?

We're down to our last buck.

How do you say "give me

some change" in Portuguese?

It's too late. There they go. They're off.

Check back, men, huh?

Check back!

We're down to the burlap.

Give me a hand with this thing.

Hurry up. Just take it right there

by the end. That's a good man! Up!

Don't strain yourself there!

There's another handle, you know!

What are you,

the head of the union?

You're always beefing. You'd holler

if you were hung with a new rope.

Here we are, living in a wonderful

suite. The most expensive in the hotel.

And there'd better be

a fire escape.

You all right?

You keep asking me.

I'm all right!

Okay. Then put this

over in the corner, will you?

Why don't you get a whip?

You're not

a little stiff, are you?

Stiff? I haven't had a drink

since I left the boat.

Nice setup, a suite! What

do we need two bedrooms for?

You can't expect Lucia

to sleep on the sofa.

No, sir. If anybody sleeps

on the sofa, I'm... Huh?

Aha! Aha!

Hello, Hot Lips.

Oh, no, no! You're a mirage. It can't be.

It's just a figment

of my imagination.

A soft figment.

A bull fiddle, huh?

Wait a minute. The bull

fiddle, those two gorillas...

If they'd have known what was

going on, they'd have killed us.

What makes me think they

didn't know? Come on!

Take it easy!

Take it easy!

So long, sister. If we don't get

in touch, it's nothing personal.

It's just that we're

prejudiced against dying young.

He's right, Scat.

This is my problem.

Hold it, now, wait!

This gal's in a lot of trouble,

and you got to help her.

Like any guy would,

with red blood in his veins!

I got news for you,

I'm anemic.

She stays with us.

Nothing doing.

If you think I'll let a

beautiful doll like this

live in the same apartment

that I'm living in...

If you think...

If you...

lf...

Yes, Hot Lips.

I'll give you just 72 hours

to get out of here.

Grand! Now we're promoting. Come one, what

are we waiting for? Let's live a little!

I'd like to, if you'd only let me!

Open this up.

I'll have mine straight.

Happy grapes!

Are you ready to bubble?

The Guanabara Club, please. Yes...

I'd like to speak

to Senhor Cardoso.

Who's Cardoso?

One of the band gave me a lead on him.

He goes for jump music in a big way.

We're going to pick up a little

bread. Now we're moving.

Hello, Cardoso?

This is Scat Sweeney of Scat

Sweeney & His Dixie Hotshots.

Featuring Hot Lips Barton.

Featuring Hot Lips Barton, yeah.

Zoot Shapiro told me to look

you up when we landed down here.

He said you might have a spot

for our band in your club.

If you're any good,

I certainly could use you.

Mr. Cardoso!

Our group is gone! Really gone!

I've also got a great gal singer

with us, Ginger O'Roark.

Great singer?

Hell, if she looks like Lamour,

she can sing like Lamour, can't she?

Oh! Tell him she plays

bull fiddle from the inside.

Also plays the... No!

The rest of the band?

Well, there's, uh...

Well, there's me and Hot Lips Barton.

That's two.

Three, four, five pieces.

Five pieces

in the band, yes.

Say...

Shh! Yes, Mr. Cardoso?

That's a little soon, don't you

think? How about tomorrow night?

Fine, fine. You got

yourself a band, brother!

How's that for

operating, huh?

Don't put away your scalpel, doc.

Where are the other pieces? Let's...

You mean, you're

going to hire those guys?

Why not?

Let's talk to them.

I'll be back in a minute.

But they're on key.

Come on, break open

the happy brew.

Let's go.

Thank you.

Oh!

To the Dixie Hotshots?

Yes, right!

Not so hard!

I must go on a diet.

That grape must be a little

grumpy. Shall we go again?

Put it right in there.

That's pretty

athletic stuff.

That might've happened

to my stomach.

Ready, boys?

I guess so. We're though here.

How about that?

Don't miss this time.

What are you looking for?

A light.

Well, you've got a light.

They don't call me

Hot Lips for nothing, you know.

Hey, let's get out of here.

This joint is haunted.

Just what we need, huh?

We'll never get away with it. We

want Dixie Hotshots not Hot Tamales.

It's simple. We'll get five

snappy, zooty uniforms.

Using what for money?

Hock something we don't need.

Like your head?

Wait a minute.

I think I can help. I know a

store where we can get credit.

Great. I'll clinch the deal. Hey, fellas!

Tell them.

What did you say?

They're joining up!

Wait, Shorts!

Let's not be that grateful.

That's our racket.

Lead us to the store.

Here we go, come along.

Wait.

What's your problem?

Lobster Ear, don't you

want to think this over?

No, nothing to think over.

Come along, we're set.

You're happy, huh?

Gee, things grow fast

in this country!

Tropics, you know.

Come along.

Scat Sweeney was one

of those men on the boat.

And Ginger O'Roark is Lucia.

Good evening.

Mrs. Vail's reservation.

Yes. Right this way, please.

I don't like it. These stripes

look too good on us.

You would know.

I get a funny feeling about this

whole deal. It's too perfect.

Stop worrying. You want to get

wrinkles over you wrinkles?

They look more like Americans than we

do. They could be the Andrews Brothers.

Yeah, Patty, La Verne

and Pancho!

Wait. Hold everything.

What's your problem?

We're supposed to be Americans.

They don't understand English!

I got that licked! We

teach them a little help

talk, and Cardoso will

never know the difference.

Now, break it up

for us foreigners.

Wilco.

"You're telling me."

"You're telling me."

You telling me.

You're telling me.

"You're in the groove, Jackson."

You're in the groove, Jackson.

You're in the groove,

Jackson.

You're telling me.

You're in the groove,

Jackson.

You're telling me.

What do you think?

"What do you...?" What do

I think? This is murder!

This is murder.

This is murder.

You're in the groove...

You're telling me.

What do I think?

What do I...?

Time! Time! Drag!

You better rehearse.

Right.

When I hold up one finger...

You're telling me.

You're in the groove, Jackson.

This is murder.

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