The Girl Can't Help It Page #5
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- 1956
- 99 min
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- Funny.
Yeah. Here's another one.
Kind of sentimental.
"I'll Get No Good Behavior, Baby,
If I Keep Thinking of You."
- That's sweet.
- Hey. You noticed that, huh?
Hey. Here. Here.
Here's the one forJerri.
You try this.
## [Ballad]
# Darlin'
Oh, my darlin' #
# In that prison cell I'd be #
#Thinkin' of the day that I'd get out #
#And hold you close to me #
# But #
#What is it I always see #
# One rock
Two rocks #
#Three rocks
Four rocks #
# Rock pile dust is on my shoes #
# One rock
Two rocks #
# Three rocks
Four rocks #
# I'm a guy just born to lose #
#When I hear the siren blow #
#Whoo, whoo #
[Man]
Okay, Mr. Anthony. This is a take.
## [Big Band Jazz]
# Darlin'
Oh, my darlin' #
# In that prison cell I'd be #
#Thinkin' of the day that I'd get out #
#And hold you close to me #
# But what is it I always see #
# One rock
Two rocks #
# Three rocks
Four rocks #
#Rock pile dust is on my shoes #
#I'm a guyjust born to lose #
- # When I hear the siren blow #
- [Screeches]
#Rock, rock
Rockin'round the rock pile #
#Rock, rock
Rockin'round the rock pile #
#Rock, rock
Rockin'round the rock pile #
# That siren's got me cryin'#
# Two rocks
Four rocks #
# They make more rocks #
#Shut my cell and lock me in #
#Never let me out again #
# When I hear the siren blow #
[Screeches]
# I get those rock, rock #
# Rock around the rock pile
Rock, rock #
# Rock around the rock pile blues ##
## [Ends]
[Crunches]
make you so hungry. [Laughs]
I'll take your record
to Wheeler Enterprises in Chicago.
I wish it was her day off.
I'd have made much better sandwiches.
- Thanks.
- [Chuckles]
That's a large family.
Seven brothers.
I see how you got
all your cooking experience.
Hmm? Oh.
And my father was...
away when that picture was taken.
Oh, he was a big eater too.
Hmm.
You know, Mr. Miller...
this'll be the first Thanksgiving
I haven't been with my family.
Could my brothers eat.
Especially after
they started going with girls.
You know, going with girls
gives a man an appetite.
It depends.
I like a large family.
Don't you, Mr. Miller?
Oh, I hope I have a large fam-
I mean, it's fun.
Maybe you and I can have
Thanksgiving dinner together, Mr. Miller.
Maybe we can, Georgie.
Good night, Georgie.
[Squeals]
- [Doorbell Buzzes]
- Mr. Miller.
Jerri!
[Doorbell Buzzes]
Jerri!
[Buzzing]
- Jerri!
- Yes. Who is it?
It's me. Fats.
I'm taking a bath. [Gasps]
Ow!
- What?
- A hot bath.
Be right there.
Now remember. You hide out in the old
hideout room until I get her out of here.
That's pretty sneaky, boss.
It's like you didn't trust her.
It's like I don't trust her and him.
She's a good cook, and I got a feelin'
something's cookin'.
Hey.
[Chuckles]
Mousie.
Remember the old days?
When we used to use this here place
for printin' up money, huh?
Money meant somethin'
in the old days before taxes.
I'm sorry, Mr. Murdock. I couldn't
hear anything with the shower running.
It's all right.
Happy Thanksgivin'.
Hey. You smell good.
[Chuckles]
Thanks, Mr. Murdock.
I'm buyin' you a turkey dinner
with all the trimmings. You like that?
I'd- I'd love it.
Get dressed up warm.
I got the top down. Go on, honey.
- Be right back.
- All right.
You bug her telephone
and listen in if he calls.
Now remember. Quiet!
[Rattles]
[Phone Ringing]
[Ringing Continues]
- Hello?
- [Woman] Miss JerriJordan?
- Yes.
- Chicago calling. Go ahead, sir.
Hello?
Georgie, how are you?
Fine now.
I thought you'd be back by now,
in time for Thanksgiving.
I didn't see Wheeler yet. He's the guy who
controls most of the jukeboxes in the country.
He's been out of town.
I'll see him tomorrow.
Oh, I miss you, Mr. Miller.
It's been over a week.
I miss you too, Georgie.
- What'd you do today?
- Mr. Murdock took me to dinner.
How is Fats?
The same. Except he's dying
to hear the new record.
He'll hear it.
If I'm lucky...
he'll hear it over
all those jukeboxes...
he has all those dimes to put in.
[Jerri]
I wish you were here.
[Miller]
I do too, Georgie.
I'll fly back tomorrow
after I see the man.
- Good night, Georgie.
- Good night, Mr. Miller.
[Sobbing]
[Sobbing Continues]
[Sobbing Continues]
[Door Opens]
- [Door Closes]
- Mousie!
- Yeah, boss.
- Come here!
- Well? How'd you make out?
- How did I make out?
What do you think?
How many years I been doin' this?
Well, what-what happened?
Did Miller call?
Yeah, he called.
From Chicago.
- They had a nice little talk.
- "Nice little talk."
I'll bet!
Set up the tape!
[Phone Rings]
- [Jerri] Hello?
- [Woman] Miss JerriJordan?
- Yes.
- Chicago calling. Go ahead, sir.
- Hello?
- [Miller] How are you?
Fine. I thought
you'd be back by now.
[Miller]
I didn't see Wheeler yet.
He's the guy who controls
most of the jukeboxes in the country.
He's been out of town.
I'll see him tomorrow.
I'll fly back tomorrow
after I see the man.
Well, good night.
[Jerri]
Good night, Mr. Miller.
That's it?
That's all?
- You heard, didn't you?
- Yeah, I heard!
Something's wrong.
I know I figured right.
Hey. Hey.
Could they have figured
the joint was rigged?
How could they? Where do you suppose
I get this Mousie moniker?
- Because I make noises?
- Okay, okay.
Okay nothin'.
Where do you come off?
- I take that crack as a smear
on my professional talents.
- All right!
- How about the time I bugged the D.A.'s phone?
- All right!
How about the time I bugged
the governor's mother-in-law?
All right! All right!
Stop braggin'!
I don't get it.
Why was he so happy...
over the fact
that she can't sing, huh?
Only one reason-
'cause he figured
if she didn't make it...
I wouldn't marry her.
Then he'd move in.
They-
They-They gotta be
soft-talkin' each other!
You heard.
Yeah.
Yeah, I heard!
I'm-
- I'm goin' to bed.
- Yeah, boss.
[Door Closes]
That's the thing to do.
That's the thing to do.
Boss.
##[Group Singing]
## [Ends]
Excellent, gentlemen.
I can assure you of another gold record.
Uh, thanks, Mr. Wheeler.
- You have an appointment with Mr. Miller now.
- Miller?
Tom Miller. He's the agent
who first broughtJulie London to you.
Fine. We could use another London.
#When I hear the siren blow #
[Jerri Screeches]
# I get those rock, rock #
# Rock around the rock pile
Rock, rock #
# Rock around the rock pile blues ##
## [Ends]
I'm a Ray Anthony fan.
Fortunately, I have him
under personal contract.
Hey. By the way...
what sort of gadget
did Ray use for that weird siren sound?
Sort of a girl-type gadget.
A girl?
- Oh. She's your client?
- Well...
yes, she is, Mr. Wheeler.
I probably shouldn't
have wasted your time...
but I wanted to come to the top.
She's, uh, excellent.
Voice like that will catch on.
This girl will be a star.
I definitely want to sign her
to a long-term contract.
Mmm! I like the song also.
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