Sun Valley Serenade

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Good morning.

Sorry, Mr Murray is listening to an audition.

Will you leave a message? Thank you.

Here they come again.

Good morning. You got a lot of colour

in your left cheek this morning.

- A little something to remember us by.

- That's awfully nice of you.

- Don't mention it.

- Yeah, don't.

Any chance of Mr Murray

listening to the band?

Sorry, I haven't been able

to get you an appointment.

Couldn't you sneak us in?

I'd like to, but Mr Murray isn't considering

anything but a big-name band for Sun Valley.

(woman singing)

Hey, that's Vivian Dawn.

- Isn't she wonderful?

- Wonderful? Why, she's...

Yeah, wonderful.

And a twinkle in your eye

I remember, oh so clearly

I didn't know her eyes were blue.

I always figured they were kind of hazel.

Oh, get her off your mind, will you?

He's been dreaming about her for days.

That's the kind of girl I dream about.

But not the kind I get.

- So divine...

- (brass section breaks in very loudly)

It happened in Sun Valley

Not so... Not so...

Stop! Stop it!

(music stops)

Jimmy, at rehearsals

I asked you not to do that.

- I'm playing it the way I arranged it.

- Well, I'll sing it the way I sing it!

Now just a minute...

- What happened?

- She didn't follow the music.

The leader crossed her up.

Who are they auditioning,

the band or me?!

This band is just as...

- Miss Dawn!

- Now try to sell your band!

- Miss Dawn...

- Yes?

I think you're right. Any leader that would

do that deserves to be walked out on.

- Well, thank you.

- May I help you on with your coat?

- Miss Dawn, I'm terribly sorry.

- I'm sure it wasn't intentional.

If he'd put his foot out and tripped her,

it couldn't have been more deliberate.

- I beg your pardon, who are you?

- He don't know us?! How are ya?

This is Ted Scott, Phil Corey

and the Dartmouth Troubadours.

- I'm their manager, Jerome K Allen.

- How do you do?

Miss Dawn,

won't you continue your audition?

I wouldn't sing another note with

Jimmy Norton's band if... Not even if...

- Can you play "Sun Valley"?

- I can get a copy in ten minutes.

- What music have you?

- "The Anvil Chorus" to "Beat Me, Daddy".

Look at this. I know your style,

and that's right up your alley.

Look at this. I know your style,

and that's right up your alley.

I mean, it's your type.

If Mr Murray would like to continue

with this band, I'm ready.

By all means, Miss Dawn.

( "Moonlight Serenade")

( segues into

"I Know Why (And So Do You)")

Why do robins sing in December

Long before the springtime is due?

And even though it's snowing

Violets are growing

I know why and so do you

Why do breezes sigh every evening

Whispering your name as they do?

And why have I the feeling

stars are on my ceiling?

I know why and so do you

When you smile at me

I hear gypsy violins

When you dance with me

I'm in heaven

when the music begins

I can see the sun when it's raining

I can see the sun when it's raining

Hiding every cloud from my view

And why do I see rainbows

when you're in my arms?

I know why and so do you

When you smile at me

I hear gypsy violins

When you dance with me

I'm in heaven when the music begins

I can see the sun when it's raining

Hiding every cloud from my view

And why do I see rainbows

When you're in my arms?

I know why and so do you

I know why

And so do you

- Thank you, Miss Dawn. Very good.

- Thank you.

I want to talk to you a minute.

That's a grand arrangement.

Who did it?

Modestly, I did. But it never sounded

as well as when you sang it.

Modestly, thank you.

- Make a deal with Miss Dawn.

- And the band?

As long as we have her,

we don't have to worry about a name.

(both) Thank you, Mr Murray.

Mr Murray, thank you.

You couldn't have made a better decision.

It's men like you that make this country

what it is. When do we open?

Christmas Eve. But have your band

at Sun Valley a week before.

Christmas Eve - that's five weeks from today.

Mr Murray, if this deal wasn't all set

and you weren't entirely satisfied...

In a strictly professional way,

how about a $500 advance?

You're a little short, huh?

No, money's the last thing I think of -

before I go to bed.

We've been doing pretty good lately.

We're well heeled. We...

Tell you what. Carmen Miranda's

closing at the Lido Terrace.

I'll book you in there until it's time to leave

for Sun Valley - if Miss Dawn is agreeable.

She's agreeable.

The Persian Room at four?

Isn't that a little early?

We'd be the only ones there.

Isn't that a little early?

We'd be the only ones there.

What's wrong with that?

Nothing.

- Bye.

- Bye.

Gee, thanks, Mr Murray.

You'll never regret it.

Oh, boy, are we sitting pretty!

Have we got the world by the tail!

Honey, get yourself a Hershey bar.

With almonds.

We made it. We're all set.

We open next week at the Lido Terrace.

Cigarettes on me. Did I ever let you down?

Nifty Allen never lets you down.

Is there a Ted Scott around here?

- Why, yes. Who's calling?

- Uncle Sam.

Lido Terrace, Sun Valley

and, who knows, right to the top.

- Mr Allen, will you come here a minute?

- Yeah, honey.

There's a man here to see Ted Scott.

Uncle Sam.

Glad to see you. Any relative of Teddy's

is a friend of mine. Come in.

- I've had a hard job locating you fellas.

- Good timing. We just closed a big deal.

- I'm glad to hear you're working.

- You? Me too.

- I'm glad to hear you're working.

- You? Me too.

Hey, Ted, look who's here.

Your Uncle Sam.

- I haven't any Uncle Sam.

- We all have an Uncle Sam.

Did you forget to register for the draft?

It can't be income tax - we had none.

- This is for you, Mr Scott.

- A subpoena server!

If you had your life to live over again,

don't do it.

- That Brooklyn dame must've believed you.

- Open it.

Here. You open it.

It's from the lmmigration Department.

They're giving you a refugee.

- A what?

- A refugee.

- A little baby.

- That publicity stunt you cooked up for us.

Almost got us ajob.

Remember the play Winchell gave it?

"Dartmouth Troubadours

to adopt a little refugee tot."

- It arrives on the George Washington.

- What'll we do with it?

Don't look at me.

You signed the application.

Just because I'm the only guy that had a pen,

you're not gonna shove this off on me.

Besides, we don't need publicity now.

We'll tell 'em we don't want the baby.

You can't. You're responsible -

says so here.

Then we'll find it a place to live

and all chip in...

Wait. What'll Winchell say?

He gave us a big build-up

about sharing our laughter and tears

with a little refugee.

What'll he say

if he finds out we tied a can to it?

You can't keep him from knowing -

not even when you're gonna have a baby.

- Figure it out.

- You figure it out.

- Didn't you tell me you wanna be a father?

- Yeah, but I wanna do it my way.

(man) Number 23.

- 23? That's us, dear.

- You wait here, honey.

- Number 23, officer.

- Right here, sir.

- Hello, sonny.

- God dag.

Welcome to America.

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