The Eddy Duchin Story
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- 1956
- 123 min
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Paper! Paper!
Extry! Read all about it.
Officer, excuse me. Could you tell me
how I get to the Central Park Casino?
You can't miss it.
It's just behind the mall.
- Thank you.
- And only with two ham sandwiches.
Lucky! Lucky!
Read all about it.
Ain't she sweet
See her walkin'down the street
Now I ask you very confidentially
Ain't she sweet
Ain't she nice
Look her over once or twice
Now I ask you very confidentially
Ain't she nice
Just cast an eye in her direction
Oh, me, oh, my
Ain't that perfection
I repeat
Don't you think that's kind of neat
Now, I ask you very confidentially
Good afternoon, Miss Oelrichs.
I'll just be a few minutes.
Say, this must belong to
somebody important, huh?
I rode in one once.
A fella I knew up in college
in Boston had an uncle.
Of course, it wasn't in
quite as good shape as this.
It had two or three
bullet holes in it.
He bought it from
a bootlegger's widow.
They're good cars, though, aren't they?
Excuse me.
A gold key.
What's it for?
What's a key for?
Opens a door, doesn't it?
Philip. Philip, will you come
in here a moment, please?
Eduard.
Puts me between Colonel Rutherford
and Prince Kaminsky...
the two greatest bores in New York.
Philip, I think that we'll exile
the prince to the end of the table.
- Yes, Miss Oelrichs.
- Just put the flowers-
- Yes, what is it?
- I was looking for Mr. Leo Reisman.
- I'm going to be in his orchestra.
- Back of the bandstand.
- Thank you very much.
- Next time, use the musicians' entrance.
Right, the musician's entrance.
I'll find it. Thank you.
Mr. Reisman's office?
Mr. Reisman?
Oh, thank you.
- Something?
- Hello, Mr. Sherwood.
- Hello.
- Oh, Mr. Reisman.
- Yeah?
- Remember me? Eddy Duchin.
I remember you.
The Berkshires, that resort.
You remember, Leo. Last summer?
We were lost. It was raining.
- Berkshires?
- Oh, yes, of course. Sure. Come in.
Gee, you had me scared for a minute.
No. I remember you.
You lent me your raincoat.
- I almost forgot to give it back to you.
- I played the piano.
- That's right. A lot of piano.
- Yes, Philip.
That was some orchestra
you were hooked up with.
Nobody's got a right to be that bad,
not even for money.
They were just a group of college kids
picking up money for school.
- They weren't professionals.
- What are you doing here?
Empty the pockets, will you, Lou?
- Huh?
- In New York.
- I came down from Boston when-
- Jimmy Walker's coming in tonight.
- Great. Swell.
- The mayor?
This is his favorite spot.
You don't know the casino, do you?
It's the playground
of high society.
This was given to Mr. Reisman
by Mrs. Vanderbilt.
He played at her daughter's
coming-out party.
- Yes, I know-
- Money clip was given to Mr. Reisman-
Stop sounding like an auctioneer.
You'll make Duchin want to quit college
and be a musician.
- That's exactly what I-
- What school do you go to?
Well, I graduated, remember?
I told you.
The Massachusetts School
of Pharmacy.
Oh, yeah. Sure, sure.
I remember.
So you're gonna be a druggist.
Here in New York?
A lot of money in drugstores
if you can make a good hot fudge sundae.
I'm not going to be a druggist.
I've decided to take advantage
of Mr. Reisman's offer instead.
- My offer?
- Sure. To play the piano with your band.
That's why I'm here.
I didn't offer you a job.
- What?
- I didn't offer you a job.
the way you play the piano...
but I certainly didn't
offer you a job.
Yeah, but you said a lot
- You told me to come to New York.
- No, no, no.
What Mr. Reisman said was, if you got
to New York, stop by and say hello.
He also told me I had the most
distinctive style he'd heard in years.
I've got a piano player.
I've had him for years.
But I'm here.
I can't go back.
Why not?
No. I- I can't go home.
They didn't want you to go?
Mr. Reisman, when a man owns
and presses pants for a living
and works like a dog...
so that his son can have
an education and get ahead...
it isn't easy
to give up the dream.
It wasn't their idea that I should
live the crazy life of a musician...
but I should stay at home
and become a druggist...
and a respected member
of the community.
- There's nothing the matter with that.
- But it isn't what I want.
No, I can't go back.
I've made the break.
Eddy, maybe your father was right.
You keep in touch. Now, be sure.
I'm sorry, Eddy.
Good-bye and good luck.
He wishes us good luck.
He can play. He's got a very
distinctive personal style.
He won't get lost.
I like it.
What is it? Chopin?
- Yes.
- Which one?
" E-flat. "
Please play it again.
I didn't think that Mr. Reisman
went in for rude musicians.
- I'm not with Reisman.
- But I heard you say before-
I'm not with Mr. Reisman at all.
There was no job to get.
I only dreamed of working here.
A crazy dream...
of driving back home
in a red Stutz Bearcat...
walking into the house and throwing
down a bankroll as big as the Ritz...
and saying, " No more work, Pop.
I'm rich. I'm famous. "
- Where do you come from?
- Boston.
on its ear once I get started.
I don't mean only New York.
You don't believe me, do you?
What do you intend to do
in the meantime?
- Get a job in a drugstore.
- Playing the piano?
No, I'm a druggist.
My prof at the Massachusetts
School of Pharmacy...
he used to play the ukulele, so
the two of us, we'd get together and-
- Maybe I talk too much, huh?
- Maybe.
Lou, be sure to get the arrangements
for " Lucky Lindy. "
We're gonna have a lot
of requests for that tune.
- He's captured the world's imagination.
- Play some more. Go on, play.
- Mr. Reisman.
- Good evening, Miss Oelrichs.
Leo, I want you to do
something for me.
want me to play tonight?
No, it's something else.
We'll keep your music going tonight
without intermission.
Oh, my dear, I can't.
But you can if you hire
Did you have anyone
special in mind?
You know very well I had
someone special in mind.
- If he's not good enough-
- He's good enough.
- Then you'll do it?
- Yes.
You're an angel.
Go see Mr. Reisman.
You've got a job.
- I'm late.
- What?
Ajob.
I beg your pardon, miss.
What did you say?
Be sure you play well.
- Thank you, Miss-
- Oelrichs. Marjorie Oelrichs.
Thank you, Miss Oelrichs.
Say, druggist, do you have
a prescription for a tuxedo?
Is it time?
Give me a hand here, will you?
Thank you.
No, no.
Oh, I can button it.
How much longer?
Okay, ready now? Good.
Oh, you want me to sit.
Thanks, Mr. Sherwood.
- All right, kid, you're on.
- Yes, sir.
- Oh, and, Eddy-
- Yes, sir?
Remember, this is just
intermission music. Play soft.
We don't want to disturb
their eating and drinking.
- Yes, sir.
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