The Eddy Duchin Story Page #7

I will. Thank you.

Last one out is a rotten egg.

Take the car.

You know, you never trusted me

with your Stutz Bearcat.

Stutz scared cat?

What's that?

Last one out's a rotten egg.

You like it better there?

Eddy, you're going

to have to tell Peter.

- No, I can't.

- You must.

But I wouldn't know how

to do a thing like that.

It doesn't have

to be done tonight.

Listen, dear, tonight,

next week, a month from now-

What difference does it make?

I just couldn't do it.

What I want to know is why!

Why do they have

to destroy a man twice?

You work and work,

and just when you get a-

Everything.

When it gets too good,

they take it away.

I don't want to die.

I don't.

I'll tell him.

I'll tell him.

Oh, God, give me the proper words

to say to him.

This is where you used

to play the piano.

The Central Park Casino

used to be here, didn't it, Dad?

Yes, that's right.

Say, Dad, how did they happen

to have a nightclub...

right here in the middle

of the park?

Well, it seemed like

a good idea at the time.

And you lived up there.

Yes.

Boy, you know what

you could've done, Dad?

You could've got a steel cable,

run it from your apartment...

right down here to the casino.

Then, when you wanted

to go to work...

you just climb up

on your cable and go-

And boom-you'd land right

at the piano and start to play.

Now, why didn't I think of that?

The only trouble is,

how would you get home?

Well...

I think if I got

a running start-

What did you want

to talk to me about, Dad?

Well, I...

thought it might be fun

if we took a walk together.

When I was in the navy

in the Pacific...

I tried to write to you.

There were so many things

I wanted to tell you.

You never knew your mother.

But when I lost her, I-

Peter, I need your help.

I've been thinking, son.

The only way I'd ever leave you again

would be against my will.

A trip, you mean?

A road tour with the band?

No, not exactly.

You're going away for a long time?

For a long time, son.

Will Chiquita go with you?

No, she'll stay here with you.

You know, Peter, there's no one dearer

to me in the whole world than you.

But I-

I can't stay with you, son.

Do you have to do it?

Go, I mean?

Yes.

Well, I don't care.

I don't think you mean that, Peter.

Don't tell me what I mean.

You said you have to go.

You're gonna leave me again.

- Didn't you?

- No, Peter. Listen.

You don't have to bother

explaining things.

I can get along without you.

I've done it before,

and I can do it again.

You must understand, Peter.

Listen to me.

I told you,

it was against my will.

Don't say that!

It's not true.

There's no one who can tell you

what to do.

Peter, there's somebody

who tells us all what to do.

You remember the hospitals I've gone to,

the doctors I've seen recently?

Yes, but you're all right now.

You told us.

No, I'm sick, Peter.

I'm very sick.

And that's why I won't be

with you much longer, son.

Do you understand what I'm trying

to tell you, Peter?

Do you understand?

Yes.

I...

think I understand.

I've been lonesome

without my two men.

It's Cook's day off,

and you know what that means.

I'll take care of her, Dad.

Well, how about a little

double piano?

Music by Duchin.

You're getting awfully good, son.

It's hard to tell

where I leave off and you begin.

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