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and see how you stand.

Personally, I think the girl's crazy

about you...

but what you can see in a beautiful,

young and talented girl is beyond me.

BALTIMORE:

SCENE 4 - "TRIPLETS" - (SUNG BY)

TONY HUNTER - LILY MARTON

JEFF CORDOVA:

Three little unexpected children

Simultaneously the doctor brought us

And you can see that

we'll be three forever and A

E, I, O, You wouldn't know how agonizing

being triple can be

Each one is individually the victim

of the clinical day

E, I, O, Every summer we go away

to Baden-Baden-Baden

Every winter we come back home

to Walla Walla Walla

We do everything alike

We look alike

We dress alike

We walk alike

We talk alike

And what is more

We hate each other very much

We hate our folks

We're sick of jokes

on what an art it is to tell us apart

- lf one of us gets the measles

- Another one gets the measles

Then all of us gets the measles

and mumps and croup

How I wish I had a gun

A wittle gun

It would be fun to shoot the other two

and be only one!

Mrs. Wifflepoofer loves

to talk to Mrs. Hildendorfer

of the fatal natal day

she had her silly Willy

Mrs. Hassencooper loves to talk

to Mrs. Goldenwasser

of her major operation

when she had her twins

But when Mother comes along

she silences the others

She accomplished something

that is very rare in mothers

MGM has got a Leo

but Mama has got a trio

She is proud

but says three is a crowd

We do everything alike

We look alike, we dress alike

We walk alike, we talk alike

And what is more

We hate each other very much

We hate our folks

We're sick of jokes

On what an art it is to tell us apart

We eat the same kind of vittles

We drink the same kind of bottles

We sit in the same kind of highchair

Highchair, highchair

Oh, I wish I had a gun, a wittle gun

It would be fun to shoot the other two

and be only one

NEW YORK - OPENING TONIGH THE BANDWAGON

TONY HUNTER - GABRIELLE GIRARD

JEFFREY CORDOVA:

LESTER & LILY MARTON

- It's raining cats and dogs.

- A rainy opening is good luck...

...when it rains on opening night.

Good luck, Tony.

Sweetie, I just want to say that no matter

what happens tonight, it's been...

I know. It's been that for me, too.

If this turns out to be a hit,

you'll get sick of the sight of me...

six nights a week, two matinees.

No escape.

Course, if it isn't,

you won't have to see me at all.

Gaby, I've been wanting

to ask you something.

It's been...

I felt there's been an obstacle between us.

I wanted to... Is Paul coming tonight?

- Why, I think so.

- I see.

What I wanted to ask...

Perhaps, I better not.

I wish you wouldn't, Tony.

- Tony, good luck tonight.

- Good luck, Gaby.

THE BAND WAGON - Stratton Theatre

SCENE 1 - "NEW SUN IN THE SKY"

I see a new sun up in a new sky

TRIPLETS:

- lf one of us gets the measles

- Another one gets the measles

Then all of us gets the measles

"LOUISIANA HAYRIDE"

Get goin', Louisiana hayride

Get goin', we all is ready

"GIRL HUNT" - A Murder Mystery In Jazz

SHE HAD TO DIE! - GIRL HUN The city was asleep.

The joints were closed.

The rats, the hoods,

and the killers were in their holes.

I hate killers.

My name is Rod Riley. I'm a detective.

Somewhere in a furnished room...

some guy was practicing on a horn.

It was a lonesome sound.

It crawled on my spine.

I had just finished a tough case.

I was ready to hit the sack.

I can smell trouble a mile off,

and this poor kid was in trouble.

Big trouble.

She's scared,

scared as a turkey in November.

There was nothing left of the guy,

nothing at all, except...

a rag, a bone, and a hank of hair.

The guy had been trying

to tell me something, but what?

So that's the way they wanted to play.

All right.

Somewhere in the city there was a killer

and that was bad.

Bad for the killer, because I shoot hard.

And I hate hard.

I was playing a hunch.

She came at me in sections.

More curves than a scenic railway.

She was bad, she was dangerous.

I wouldn't trust her any farther

than I could throw her.

She was selling hard, but I wasn't buying.

This had to be Mr. Big.

Get him and you get them all.

There was something about this kid

that made you want to protect her for life.

That bullet was meant for me.

Maybe this was a long shot,

but I've seen some funny ones pay off.

I was beginning to see daylight.

These mugs were smart,

but they made one mistake.

They got me mad.

DEM BONES CAFE:

Suddenly, all the pieces fitted together.

I knew how the crime had been done.

The high note on the trumpet

had shattered the glass.

The glass with the nitro-glycerine.

Now I knew who the killer was,

but it didn't matter anymore.

Killers have to die.

Another page in the casebook of Rod Riley

was finished.

The city was asleep.

The joints were closed.

The rats, the hoods,

and the killers were in their holes.

I felt good, but something was missing.

She was bad, she was dangerous.

I wouldn't trust her any farther

than I could throw her.

But she was my kind of woman.

- Who's that? Somebody come in?

- No one, Mr. Hunter.

- You sure? Did you look out in the hall?

- Not a soul, Mr. Hunter.

I can't understand it.

Are you sure this show's a hit?

A very big hit, Mr. Hunter.

Congratulations.

It certainly doesn't feel like one.

I didn't expect them to pull my carriage

through the streets or hurl flowers at me...

- Hal, come on, boy. Have a drink.

- No, thanks.

- Got any notes for the cast for tomorrow?

- No.

- Good night.

- Say, look.

Doesn't anybody come backstage anymore

on opening nights?

No. It's considered old-fashioned.

Have a good night's rest, Tony.

Did Gaby go out with Paul?

Gaby? I don't know. I guess so.

Good night, Tony.

Bobby, you know what I'm going to do?

I'm going out to the biggest nightclub

I can find.

I'm going to get a glass of champagne

and celebrate.

Fine idea, sir.

I'll go my way by myself

All alone in a crowd

I'll try to apply myself

And teach my heart how to sing

I'll go my way by myself

Like a bird on the wing

I'll face the unknown

I'll build a world of my own

He's a jolly good fellow

He's a jolly good fellow

He's a jolly good fellow

That nobody can deny

That nobody can deny

That nobody can deny

For he's a jolly good fellow

That nobody can deny

Tony, the whole company got together.

We all chipped in,

and we bought you... nothing.

So we have nothing to give you...

but our gratitude, our admiration...

and our love.

The show's a hit, but we all feel...

no matter what might've happened to it,

it was wonderful knowing you...

working with you.

Maybe some of us didn't see eye to eye

with you at the beginning.

Maybe we thought

we wouldn't work out together...

but we have.

Yes, there were obstacles between us...

but we've kissed them good-bye.

We've come to love you, Tony.

We belong together.

The show's going to run a long time.

As far as I'm concerned,

it's going to run forever.

- Tony.

- May we say something?

A show that is really a show

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