The Five Pennies Page #6

Look at this cat digging me.

When the saints go marching in

Face and all.

I wanna be in that number

When the saints go marching in

There's Saint-Saens

Saint-Saens c'est bon

And Georges Bizet

Trs, trs Bizet

Vieuxtemps, Suppe, Massenet

And Offenbach

- Do you dig him, Jacques?

- Very often.

Well, Frre Jacques, Frre Jacques

I dig you, Jacques, I dig you, Jacques

Frre Jacques, Frre Jacques

Massenet and Bizet

Massenet and Bizet

I dig you, Jacques, I dig you, Jacques

Offenbach, Offenbach

Massanet and Bizet

Massenet and Bizet

Often, Offenbach

How about Wagner?

- Devout!

- And Haydn?

- Who?

- Joseph Haydn.

- Who?

- Haydn!

Well, let him come out.

- Paganini.

- Rossini.

- Toscanini.

- Puccini.

- Khachaturian.

- Gesundheit.

Thank you.

- And what's his name?

- Mr. Veedle-de-zop

- And you know that cat

- Yes

Up too high

Or too low

- Way up there

- Oh, yeah

- Come on. Now we've gotta go.

- Don't leave, folks.

A little exit music from the greatest horn

in the country...

- I can't do it. Come on.

...Loring "Red" Nichols.

- Blow, Red, blow.

- Louis, I'd like to stay...

- Brand-new horn. Brand-new one, Pops.

- All right, here.

- Your chops is percolating.

- Yes, it's percolating, all right.

Come on, man.

Oh, when the saints go marching in

Oh, when the saints go marching in

I wanna be in that number

When the saints go marching in

And when the saints go marching in

When the saints go marching in

Home, sweet home.

You know this little monster

beat me out of 40 peanuts?

She cheats.

We've only got two choices...

either get Dorothy off the road

or teach her how to play the horn.

What did I do that was so terrible?

She had a ball.

I'll get her pajamas.

Then, after that, I'll get your pajamas.

Loring, what about what you said to me

the other day?

What did I say?

Some malarkey

about taking the band to New York...

and settling down.

You know me like a book, don't you?

Right to the card stamped, "overdue."

I heard about the new contract

you signed, extending the tour.

It's a real fat deal, honey.

We're gonna be eating high off the hog.

"Mammy won't have to go barefoot

no mo'."

What about Dorothy?

I know I may seem unreasonable...

but until she's at least 8 years old...

I don't want my daughter

singing in nightclubs.

She'd sure knock them dead.

Not with her spelling.

What about school?

We can get her a tutor.

No, Loring. No, I don't want her

with the band anymore.

Next week, they're liable to teach her

how to smoke.

Now, look, honey,

she loves being around the fellows...

and she's crazy about music.

What's wrong with that?

Who says she's gotta go to bed

when other kids go to bed...

and get up when they get up?

I say. I want her to get up when other

kids get up, at 7:30 in the morning...

have oatmeal and orange juice

and Shredded Wheat.

Honestly, she thinks breakfast

is black coffee and an aspirin.

Now, listen, Bobbie.

We're all on our way, all of us.

Tonight I sat up in the club...

and Louis Armstrong said

I was the greatest horn in the country.

Louis Armstrong, that's the mahatma

of jazz, the supreme court of cats.

Well, I'll tell you a little secret. I'm not

the greatest horn in the country. He is.

But in a little while, maybe I could be.

Then, we can pick our spot. We can get

the greatest hotel job in New York...

buy a house out on the Island...

and I'll stack it

with oatmeal and fruit juice...

and I'll even get you

a padded cell for PTA meetings.

When?

Soon.

Why not now?

Honey, I've got a contract.

I couldn't get out of it if I wanted to.

Do you want to?

No.

Well, then...

maybe Dorothy and I should get that

house and the oatmeal and wait for you.

What, and leave me alone on the road

for 10 months?

Bobbie, what's happened to you?

What happened to the girl who said

the baby...

wasn't gonna change anything?

What happened to the girl...

who wanted me

to be doing what I'd be happy doing?

You sure scared me for a minute.

For a minute there,

you looked exactly like your mother.

I'm sorry.

I guess I never really left Brooklyn.

- Loring, what's the answer?

- I don't know.

Look, couldn't we put Dorothy in

a boarding school for just a little while?

Boarding school?

Don't make it sound like a jail sentence.

It's not like

when David Copperfield went to school.

There are a lot

of wonderful schools around here...

right around here in San Francisco.

They've got playgrounds

and tennis courts...

and swimming pools and swings...

and a couple of teachers thrown in,

if you insist.

- I don't know.

- It'd only be for a term.

Two terms.

We could visit her every chance we got.

- Bring her a cake with a file in it?

- She'll love it. You'll see.

All right, Loring, on one condition.

- What?

- You tell her.

Yeah, all right.

I'll tell her first thing in the morning.

She'll understand.

We're blood brothers.

Alakazam kazam.

There's been

a terrible storm here in St. Louis...

and all the planes are grounded.

I'd like to fly out by myself,

but I can't flap my arms fast enough.

No, baby.

No, there's absolutely no way...

we could get out

in time for your birthday.

I'm sorry, honey.

You understand, don't you?

Hello? Hello?

... Blackhawk

in the heart of Chicago's Loop.

A merry Christmas

from the nation's number one band...

Red Nichols and the Five Pennies.

- A little more white meat?

- Yes, please.

You see, my parents always

have to work on Christmas.

That's why they can't come for me.

- May I have a piece of skin, please?

- We understand, Dorothy.

You don't have to explain.

They always call me

on the telephone though.

Are there any more potatoes,

Miss Wilson?

Oh, dear. I'll have to go back

to the kitchen and get some...

- and the plum pudding.

- I'll help you.

- Dorothy!

- Mommy!

Oh, baby.

- Don't worry.

- Yeah. Don't worry.

Barber shop. Who?

Just a minute.

Mr. Nichols, it's for you.

Hey, what...

- Don't shake your head.

- Long distance, California.

- Okay. Hello?

- What's the matter? You crazy...

Don't worry. Just lie down.

- Yeah, hello, Bobbie. How are you?

- You don't worry. I finish it.

- How do you like school?

- Don't worry. I'll take care of it.

Was Dorothy surprised? Yeah.

What?

When? What happened?

Listen...

Yeah, I'll take the first plane out.

- Red, what's the matter?

- Your coat! Your coat!

You're about to enter

a contagious disease ward.

Please be as quiet as possible.

Keep your arms at your side.

Keep your distance

from the patients at all times.

Do not touch anything. Now, follow me.

If you drop anything, do not pick it up,

and do not touch the wall.

Please do not touch the patients...

or anything the patients

have been in contact with.

How is she?

How is she, Doc?

I'd like to be more encouraging,

Mr. Nichols, but it's polio...

complicated by encephalitis.

The child's been in a coma

for 48 hours.

I'm afraid the chances are very slim.

That's your opinion.

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