Three Little Words Page #5

- Say, that's an inspiration.

Western Union, please.

Why didn't I think of it before?

I really wouldn't know.

- Hey, Al, get a load of this.

- Let's see it.

Hey, Ruby, take it easy, will you?

Come on, Al. Throw a fast one.

Well, throw a slow one.

- Hey, Harry!

- What's the matter?

- You all right, huh?

- Hey, Harry.

- You all right?

- Yeah, I'm okay.

- You all right, Harry?

- I feel fine.

- How are you feeling there?

- Hey.

- Come on, I'll get it.

- Play ball. Play ball.

Hit it!

Nice going.

Come on, Ruby!

You moved it.

Lay out. I'll take this one.

- You all right?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

Sure you're okay?

Harry, want to try it again?

- Harry!

- Bert. How are you?

- You look great.

- I feel great.

- Had a good time, huh?

- A little charley horse there.

Where's Terry?

Didn't she get my wire?

Come here, I got news for you.

- She isn't sick?

- No.

- She's married.

- Well, that's good.

Married?

- When?

- Saturday night after the show.

Went to Greenwich

with a saxophone player.

- I guess I shouldn't have left town.

- You made a wrong move, son.

- Want a drink?

- Yeah.

- What will it be?

- Grape juice, please.

Make it two.

Not to change the subject...

...but I've been kind of busy

while you were away.

- Saturday night, huh?

- Yeah. Look.

- What's this?

- Play. My play. I finished it.

Oh, swell, Bert.

- They went to Greenwich, huh?

- Yeah. I want you to read it, Harry.

- I'd like your opinion.

- Sure.

I'm gonna produce it myself.

I'm putting up part of the cash.

I got a broker from Wall Street

putting up the rest.

A saxophone player, huh?

You're not gonna let

this thing throw you.

Because if you are,

I'm gonna feel terrible.

Oh, why should you feel terrible, Bert?

You had nothing to do with it.

A saxophone player.

I haven't slept a wink

since I read it.

Look, Charlie,

I don't know anything about plays...

...but do you think Bert

ought to produce this himself?

- Nobody else will handle it.

- What do you mean?

- This script been around to regular producers?

- Sure.

- What do they say?

- Nothing much.

A couple of them say

it will be a sure-fire flop.

Well, did you tell Bert?

- You tell him.

- Oh, fine. That's all I'd have to do.

Look, I'm not worried

about the dough he'll lose.

I'm thinking of Bert, his pride.

He's higher than a kite on this thing,

and if it flops, he'll never get over it.

- Well, what do you want from me?

- I...

Look, can Bert handle this

without that Wall Street guy?

- Not a chance.

- Well, then, call him off.

Tell him the play is no good.

Get him to pull out.

Harry, I can't.

If Bert is gonna fall on his face,

maybe we just better let him.

He wouldn't let it happen to me.

Look, get that broker on the phone.

I'll talk to him myself.

What do you mean, he pulled out?

- Why would he pull out now?

- Bert, please.

All I know is that he's out,

he doesn't want any part of it.

Well, I'm still asking you why.

Maybe Mr. Miller just decided

he didn't like the play anymore.

- Was that it, Charlie?

- Yeah, just about.

He's a broker.

What does he know about plays?

Listen, I spent a lot of time

on that thing.

It's not the first play I've written.

I've done six plays.

I tore them up because

they weren't what I wanted.

Now I've got something, I know it.

And a broker says it's no good.

Oh, I thought

it was your first play, Bert.

He hasn't talked much about it,

but he's worked very hard.

Well, I'm no broker, but...

Well, anything I've got,

you're welcome to, you know that.

No, no, no. It's all right, forget it.

I gotta go along.

I've gotta catch an act at the Fordham.

- So long, Bert.

- So long, Charlie.

- Harry.

- I'll see you later, Charlie.

Oh, look, Bert. Now, you're not gonna let

this thing lick you, are you?

Because if you do,

it's gonna lick me too.

I'd feel awful.

Why should you feel awful?

Is it your fault a broker doesn't know

a good play when he sees it?

Try it this way:

- That ought to fix it.

- I don't think so.

- Too many notes.

- It's not too many notes. Look...

Hey, fellas, can we borrow

your piano just a minute?

Well, listen.

I wanna be loved by you

Just you and nobody else but you

I wanna be loved by you alone

I wanna be kissed by you

Just you and nobody else but you

I wanna be kissed by you alone

Yeah. Come on. Come with us.

I wanna be loved by you

Just you and nobody else but you

I wanna be loved by you alone

I wanna be kissed by you

Just you and nobody else but you

Oh, I wanna be kissed by you alone

I couldn't aspire

To anything higher

Than fill a desire

To make you my own

I wanna be loved by you

Just you and nobody else but you

Oh, I wanna be loved by you alone

I couldn't aspire

To anything higher

Than fill a desire

To make you my own

I wanna be loved by you

Just you and nobody else but you

I wanna be loved by you

Don't know the time

Day or the season

I just know that I'm

Losin' my reason

By fallin' in love

Don't know the time

Day or the season

I just know that I'm

Losin' my reason

By fallin' in love

And since I'm in love

I'm up in the clouds

- Harry, what is it?

- Hey. What's the matter?

Steward said you wanted to see me.

- You all right?

- Sure, I'm fine.

Remember those lyrics

you wrote for Jessie?

I think I got a tune for them.

"Thinking of You."

- You wrote it for me, Bert?

- Yeah. Yeah.

I wanted to surprise you,

but not at 2:
00 in the morning.

I thought you'd be interested.

Go ahead, Jessie, sing it.

Why is it I spend the day

Wake up and end the day

Thinking of you?

Oh, why does it do this

To me?

Is it such bliss

To be

Thinking of you?

And when I fall asleep at night

It seems

You just tiptoe

Into all my dreams

So I

Think of no other one

Ever since I've begun

Thinking of you

Oh, Bert.

- Nice tune, Harry.

- Oh, Harry, it's wonderful.

Thanks.

Thank you for the song, Bert.

It's beautiful.

You know, Harry never wrote

a melody like that before.

He must be in love or something.

Why does he have to be in love?

Songwriting is a business.

You could write a love song

in a subway train.

Not a love song like that.

You have to feel it.

Didn't you?

Oh, I think of you once in a while.

Thank you, darling.

All the same,

I still think Harry's in love.

Don't be silly. Just because

he writes a romantic tune...

...that doesn't mean he has to be

Beethoven. Any good songwriter can...

Don't look now,

but here comes Beethoven.

And Capri was impossible.

Actually impossible.

Pepi, dear, be a good little sweetheart

and run along.

Al Schacht.

Go on home.

Back to third.

Go on home.

Back to third.

Go on home.

Back to third.

Al.

Get her up there, Al.

Higher.

Thank you.

- What about you, Harry?

- Me?

- Yeah.

- Give me the ball.

All right. Lift her up.

Higher.

Higher!

- Thank you!

- Oh, wait a minute.

You all right?

Yes. Okay.

- Ball took a bad hop.

- A bad hop. A bad hop.

We go to rehearsal in two weeks.

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