There's No Business Like Show Business Page #9

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I'm all right.

They, uh...

took a couple

of X-rays,

just want me

to stay overnight

for observation.

All right, let's have it.

What happened?

Didn't they

tell you downstairs?

Yeah, they told me downstairs.

I'd like to hear it from you.

OK, I was drunk.

I was loaded.

The girl didn't like

the way I was driving,

so she took the wheel,

and I passed out.

Next thing I knew,

we were in a ditch,

the car rolled over

a couple of times,

and, uh... well, that's

about the whole story.

Well, if you think

that's the whole story,

you got even

less sense than...

You know, I thought

you were just a kid

who got out of line

a few times.

But you're not a kid anymore.

You know the score.

Have you any idea

what you pulled tonight?

What do you mean,

it's opening night,

the show must go on,

that routine?

No, no. They'll get

the show on without you.

You're not that important.

You didn't hurt anybody

tonight but yourself.

All right. So I had

the chance of a lifetime,

and I blew it, so what?

What's got into you?

Who do you think you are?

I'll tell you what you are.

You're nothing, because

you've made yourself nothing,

you conceited little punk.

I wouldn't care if I

never saw you again.

Oh, come on now, Pop.

I heard there's a big

crop of corn this year,

- but...

- What?

Corn. H-A-M. Corn.

Did you put in

a clean shirt?

Yeah. I got

everything he needs.

Now, remember, when we

get to the hospital,

you promised me not

to be tough with him.

He's just no good,

Mother.

You should've

heard him last night.

But it's not all his fault.

I found out a lot

of things last night.

That Parker girl's been

giving him a rough time.

I knew she was

no good for him.

You can blame the girl,

but everybody else blames him.

Are you gonna tell him

that they want you

to stay in the show?

Sure. It'll only

be a few days.

It's down here.

Oh.

Can I help you?

I'm Mr. Donahue.

My son is in 4...

Oh! I...

Is there

something wrong?

Your son isn't here.

He seems to have picked

himself up last night

and walked out.

He left this note

for you.

Thank you.

"Dear folks,

"I'm sorry I gave you

such a bad time.

"I think Pop was right.

"You'll all be

better off without me.

"See you around

sometime.

"Don't worry.

Love, Tim."

Molly:

"Don't worry." Ha.

That's a laugh.

You start worrying

about your kids

the day they're born,

and you never stop.

Even after they bury you,

I bet you never stop.

Of course

we did everything

we possibly could

to find him.

Went to the police.

Checked booking offices,

in case he tried to work.

Even hired detectives

of our own.

Once, later on,

we heard he was working

under a different name

with a trio down

in Greenwich Village.

Oh, Marie

Time for sleepin'

is done

The dawn is breaking

Take a peek

at that sun

Sweet Marie

Better open

your eyes

You'll soon be awake

Now's the time

to arise

Oh, Marie

Both:

My broken heart

My heart is

All:

Aching for you

For you

My sweet

Ma-Ma-Marie

Every place

you went those days,

you saw more

and more uniforms.

Half the world

was fighting already,

and the other half was

rehearsing to get into it.

Even Steve had applied

to go over as a chaplain.

Better wait under here,

Miss Parker.

I'll only be a minute.

Thanks, Kelly.

Oh, uh... Kelly's

getting me a cab.

May I drop you

someplace?

No, thank you.

I just thought it would

give us a chance to...

Oh, that's quite all right.

There are plenty of cabs.

I'll find one.

All ready?

I changed my mind,

Molly. I'm not going.

Aw, come on, Terry.

You can drop me off

at the theater

and then go over

The Lamb's Club

and have a few laughs.

And then I'll pick you up

after the show.

We can take in

a midnight movie, hmm?

Thanks, Molly.

I'm just not up to it.

OK.

See you later.

Oh, uh, Terry,

I came across

some old arrangements,

the stuff we used to do

with the kids.

Let's go over them

tomorrow, huh?

What for?

Well, the actor's fund's

having a benefit

on the 19th.

I told you about it.

They're tearing down

the Hippodrome,

and they're trying

to get together

some of the old acts

that played there.

I'm a pretty old act.

Maybe they better

tear me down, too.

But they want us

to be in the show.

You're kiddin', Molly.

You know I couldn't

go out on a stage.

I haven't done

an act since...

Oh, Terry will you stop

talking this way?

It's not gonna help anything.

What are you gonna do,

spend the rest of your life

moping around like this,

blaming yourself?

Look, I miss him, too.

Every day. Every minute.

But at least I keep goin'.

How do you think I feel

goin' on every night,

working with that girl?

Oh, Molly.

Come on, you're going

into town with me.

Why? So we can

walk down Broadway,

and you can look

into the face

of every young kid

that goes by?

Terry, please.

Oh, Molly,

for Pete's sake,

will you stop

nagging me?

I said I'm not going,

and I'm not.

And that benefit

on the 19th,

just figure

to play it yourself

because I won't be here.

Why? Where you going?

I'm gonna go find him.

Where? How do you know

where to look?

I don't. But I can't

sit around here

any longer, Molly.

I got to do

something. I...

Terry, I'll be late

if I don't go now.

Promise me you won't

do anything crazy.

We can talk about it

when I get home.

I'll be early. I'll skip

the curtain call, OK?

Sure, Molly.

I'll grab him

by the collar

And I'll holler

- Ala

- Bam'

Hi.

Well, hello,

Molly darling.

Bobby!

Hello, Molly! Heh heh!

- Oh, Mrs. Donahue.

- Yes?

You and your daughter

are in, uh, 12-A.

Up these stairs

to your left.

Thanks.

I'll hang your dress up

back here.

Thanks, Katy.

Now, look,

when she gets here,

let me get things started.

I know how to handle her.

OK. But you know

how many times

I've tried

at the theater.

She just won't

listen to me.

Oh, hi, Mom.

Come on in.

Here, I'll take that.

It's a little crowded

in here, isn't it?

No. You'll have

loads of room.

I've moved upstairs.

You and Vicky

are sharing.

Oh, are we?

Well, if it's all

the same to you,

I'll dress in the powder room

or someplace.

You'll do nothing

of the kind.

I told you

it wouldn't work.

It'll work.

It'll work.

Probably won't,

but I'm curious.

What is it?

Mom, I think you

owe Vicky an apology.

What?

This isn't my idea,

Mrs. Donahue.

No, it isn't.

It's mine.

I think it's high time

you two got things

straightened out.

Ooh, so that's the plot.

Apparently, my daughter...

You are my daughter,

aren't you, Mrs. Gibbs?

I think so.

Apparently,

my daughter has the idea

that you and I

ought to be friends.

Do you mind if I ask her

what she thinks

we have in common?

It's very simple.

You both love Tim.

Oh, I see.

Aren't you a little late?

I might be.

I hope not.

Mom, I'm crazy

about you, but...

but you're stubborn,

and you're awfully tough.

You can't go on

blaming Vicky.

It was really Tim's fault.

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