Road to Rio Page #6

Five more minutes, they'd

speak better English than you.

You're in the groove, Jackson.

This is murder.

They're off again!

Come on! Come on!

Yes, sir, yes, sir!

We're all ready.

Come on, honey,

We'll be on in a minute.

I'm not quite dressed.

Maybe I better help.

Tut-tut!

I'm a little young, huh?

Uh-oh! Trouble.

I wish you

the best of luck.

Come on, let's cut in, quick!

Hi, Mr. Cardoso.

I see you've met the boys.

Not really.

I was just...

This is Spike, Satch and Oscar.

Spike, Satch and Oscar.

I'm honored,

gentlemen.

Okay, fellas,

on the stand.

You have a few

minutes, yet.

Let's shoot the grease, hey, boys?

They use most of it

in their hair.

They don't talk

very much, do they?

Well, actually, they talk a

blue streak when they get going.

Yeah. Say something

to Mr. Cardoso, fellas.

You're in the groove,

Jackson.

Isn't he sweet?

Plant me now and pick

me later, eh, big boy?

You're groovy!

Shall we, then? Come along.

Oh, just a minute.

I'm sorry. You'll have to put

out that cigarette. No smoking.

I said, no smoking.

You're telling me.

I'm telling him! He's

the one that's smoking.

This is murder.

I don't care if it is murder. You

cannot smoke. No smoking. No smoking.

You're in the groove, Jackson.

You don't have to get fresh,

I'm only telling him the rules!

You're telling me.

Oh, no.

I told you before,

I'm telling him!

For the third time,

no smoking!

This is murder.

You want to stunt your growth?

He's a tobacco fiend, but it

shan't happen again. Shall we, then?

"You're telling me"!

You're telling me!

Back off!

He likes to mimic people.

His mother was

frightened by a parrot.

Crazy Americans!

Teach them some more

and we'll get killed.

This is murder.

You're telling me.

What a gown.

How did you put that on?

With a spray gun?

You heard what the man said, no smoking.

Not one little puff?

No!

Is everything

going all right?

Sensational.

Watch this.

You're telling me.

You're in the groove.

You're telling me.

This is murder.

Look out. We're on, come on!

Let's try and finish

together, huh?

"Romance"

"It's such a wonderful thing"

"One glance"

"And I was set for a fling"

"And he isn't flip and flighty

Like high school boys"

"He's a college man

With plenty of poise"

"He knows an awful lot"

"I guess you'd say

He's got experience"

"Experience"

"He takes me out to dine

And knows the proper wine"

"Because he's got experience"

"Riding in his car

We had a flat"

"It was dark as it could be"

"He got the tools

And fixed it just like that"

"Experience, you see"

"He takes me straight home

And he bows and shakes my hand"

"Experience comes through"

"So if you want someone

To plan with"

"I'll gladly give this man

With experience to you"

Break it up big now, buddy.

Let's get out of here.

We can always open

a laundry somewhere.

"Experience, you see"

"He plays the nicest notes

And this belongs in quotes"

"Experience comes through"

"So if you want someone

To plan with"

"I'll gladly give this man

With experience"

"To you"

Holy smoke! Did you hear

that applause? I think we're a hit.

Honey, you were

perfect, wonderful!

You think he'll hire us?

We're a cinch!

My aunt is out front

and wants me to join her.

No, not that woman again?

She's nothing but trouble.

Not anymore, Scat.

I'll see her.

Very good, boys! Very good!

Groovy, groovy!

Ah, my dear!

You were wonderful!

Congratulations, hepcats. From now

on, you are working for Cardoso.

Best move you ever made. Come on, fellas!

Get a dancer for the

bubbles. We'll be right back.

Lucia, you were wonderful.

Darling, congratulations.

Thank you, Sherman.

Come on, sit down.

We'd like to talk to you.

I'm sorry to have

to say this, Sherman,

but if it's about the

wedding, my mind is made up.

But, Lucia...

Of course, dear.

We'd be the last to try to

change your mind. Do sit down.

Naturally, I'm not very happy

about what you're doing, Lucia.

But if that's the way you feel,

then, of course, I want to help you.

Don't you see, dear? That's all.

I want to help you.

A drink to our future,

gentlemen.

Whoa! Steady.

To the Dixie Hotshots!

Who are they?

Oh, us! Yes.

Well, Lu... Uh, Ginger.

You're just in time,

Miss O'Roark.

Get a load of this contract. We just

signed for five years. Two-week guarantee.

Proud of me,

honey?

I hate you.

I loathe you.

I despise you.

Baby!

She acts

more like Bogie!

Please, what is going on?

What is this?

These men are making

a fool of you, Mr. Cardoso.

They told you this was

an American band, but it isn't.

They picked up those three men

right here on the street in Rio.

Don't pay attention to her. She

jumps the track now and then.

Her noggin's on the toboggan!

Cleo, your camels are waiting!

Look at those clothes.

You are not Americans!

You're telling me!

You're telling me!

You're in the groove...

So, you are phoneys! You have

been making a fool of Cardoso.

No, we're doing everything for you.

You heard the applause.

That does not matter! Liars do

not work for Cardoso. Get out!

You don't have to call us

names. We're on the level.

Look at our faces.

Don't confuse the man!

Let me tell you...

Get out!

Pedro! Silvio! You are through. Fired!

Get out of here and never come back.

We can explain

everything.

If you'd just let us talk...

Whoa! Drop that body!

You all right, pal?

Oh, I hate you. I loathe

you. I despise you.

Lay off me, will you?

I feel bad enough.

You phoneys! You will

never work in Rio again!

Who wants to work?

We're musicians!

Broken-down trap.

Psst!

Huh?

Oh.

Good night, boys.

Good night, miss!

The papers. Put them in the safe

when you get to the plantation.

What about those two musicians?

They can still cause trouble.

Really, Sherman.

You should know by now

that I never leave any loose ends.

Get some sleep, child. You

have a long trip ahead of you.

Come along, darling.

All right, Harry. Drive

around to the stage entrance.

With pleasure.

I guess our engagement with Senhor

Cardoso was of the limited variety.

Don't worry. We'll find another country

where a dame can get you in trouble.

I can't figure that

Lucia out. One moment

she's sweet as pie, and

the next second, a heel.

What's in her mind?

Look, you got 32 slaps.

You want to try for 64?

Let's grab a northbound boat and we switch

this time. You hang on the meat hook.

Oh, better tell the boys it's off.

We'll send you one of our

old straitjackets, huh?

Bye, fellas.

So long.

Adeus.

Come on, genius.

Let's grab the boat.

Uh-oh.

It's tall, dark and cyanide.

Good evening,

Mr. Sweeney, Mr. Barton.

Hi, Mrs. Vail.

Hiya, fellas.

What do you hear

from your embalmer?

I'm sorry.

Mr. Sweeney...

Yeah?

I'd like to make you and your

friend a business proposition.

Business? He's all ears.

What kind of a proposition?

Lucia's getting

married tomorrow.

I think it would be best for all

of us if she never saw you again.

I'm willing to give you

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