Young Man With A Horn Page #3

is right here.

- Your trumpet.

- Oh, thanks.

Can I lend you some money?

Wouldn't know what to do with it.

- You're probably broke.

- Probably.

Young man with a horn.

Crazy young man with a horn.

I'm sorry, Jo, I...

It's all right.

We'll keep in touch, huh?

Sure.

So long, Jo.

So long, Rick.

You know, that piano of mine's been out

of tune since the day I got here.

How much can an artist take?

Smoke, you'll never amount to anything.

You know that, don't you?

You coming?

Boy.

Maxie.

- Tell them to play something with pep.

- Sure. Deal me out.

Hey, professor, how about

something louder and funnier?

Mike wants something with more pep.

We're all through for the night.

We'll be leaving pretty soon.

- Hey, you hard of hearing or something?

- He told you, we're through for the night.

Maxie!

Max.

Hey, you. Trumpet player. Come here.

You're a handy guy.

Handy with the trumpet

and the fist.

He didn't have to do that.

Sit down.

Play me something snappy.

- You know "Ain't She Sweet"?

- Yeah.

Well, play it.

Don't stop. Keep playing.

What? Don't you like my beer?

No.

Try some more, you might

develop a taste for it.

Mike!

- Come on, let's have a drink.

- I'll have another beer.

- Deal me in, I feel lucky tonight.

- All right, what will it be?

Maybe I'm getting too old

for this music racket.

It's not much fun anymore, and you

can't sell it for a bag of peanuts.

Sure you won't come with me?

- Indiana's awful nice this time of year.

- You mean out to old Aunt Mary's?

Oh, stop kidding. You'd like my folks.

We got plenty of room.

No, thanks, I'd only be in the way.

I ought to go see my own folks.

I think I will, honest.

Where do they live?

Texas.

Thought you said you were

from Missouri.

I haven't any folks.

You just got one love,

that little tin baby of yours.

How you fixed for dough?

Oh, loaded. Oh, this is it.

Here.

- Oh, no, Smoke, l...

- Take it.

Well, remember, it's only a loan.

- Will you write?

- Sure.

- So long, kid.

- So long, Smoke.

Board!

See you soon, Smoke.

- Thanks for waiting.

- I wouldn't have missed it.

I'm impressed. You're better than I thought,

and I always thought you were good.

- Say, you look fine.

- You too.

- Oh, sure.

- You gonna buy me a sandwich?

I'd like to, but I'm anxious to find

Art Hazzard. You know where he's playing?

Yeah.

He's at a place called Galba's

in the Village.

You haven't heard from him

in a long time, have you?

Why?

Well, he doesn't play the way he

used to, Rick. He's been sick.

Oh, but he's better now.

Mind if I go with you?

- It'll just take me a minute to change.

- Sure.

Hello. I'd like you to meet my friend

Rick Martin. This is Louis Galba.

- Trumpet player?

- Never heard such a trumpet.

I hear lots of trumpets.

- Glad to see you anyway.

- Thank you.

Eddie, table for Miss Jordan.

- Hello, Jo.

- Hello, Phil, Bridget.

- Hello, Jo.

- Good to see you.

I see what you mean.

He was the greatest.

Hi, pops.

- Is this really you?

- Nobody else.

Well, here.

Don't smoke it all at once.

Brought it all the way from Wheeling,

West Virginia. It's a two-bit one.

Shut me up if it isn't.

- Hello, Art.

- Hello, Miss Jo.

I've been hearing some things

about you here and there.

- I hear you're pretty good now.

- Well, I haven't got a roll, that's for sure.

- I'd like to hear you.

- Sure, sometime I'd...

- Come on.

- Oh, not now, Art.

- Now is as good a time as any.

- I don't...

Back this gentleman up,

will you, boys?

- Why, sure.

- Hiya, fellas.

- It's all yours.

- What's it gonna be?

I'll think of something,

but you'll have to carry me.

- Oh, go right ahead.

- Fine.

- What do you think?

- Who is he?

- Rick Martin.

- Who's he with?

He just came in from Chicago.

He's told me about offers. I don't

know if he's made up his mind.

Boy's good. I could use him.

- I'll bring him over later to meet you.

- It's a deal.

Ladies and gentleman, this is Rick Martin.

I've known him from the time

he was a little boy.

I...

I taught him how to hold that

trumpet he just played for you.

But I didn't teach him how to play it.

Not the way he does.

That's something that you can't learn.

You've got to have it.

Oh, Rick. I just wanted to tell you

you were great tonight.

Oh, thanks. Thanks a lot.

How you live is your business, but I've been

around a long time. You know what I mean?

- No. What's the matter, Mr. Morrison?

- Why do you go to Galba's?

Don't you get enough trumpet playing here?

Well, not my kind of playing.

I pay you good money.

At Galba's, you play for free.

You're a big draw there,

just so old Hazzard keeps his job.

- That may be nice...

- Mr. Hazzard's a friend.

Okay, okay. It's just that you're

not doing yourself any good, Rick.

- Staying up all night.

- I thought you were satisfied with me.

I am, I am. I'm just telling you

for your own good.

Why bother with a bunch of...?

Wait a minute. Where are you going?

Galba's.

Violets, mister?

- Good evening.

- Hello, Louis.

There's no need to

ask about business.

It's packed like this every night.

But I got a table for you.

- Good.

- Come on, follow me, please.

This is that crazy musician

I talk about all the time.

Come on, let's sit down.

- Hi, Jo.

- Hello, Rick.

- Great.

- Thanks, Louis.

I want you to meet Amy North.

This is Rick Martin.

- Hello.

- It isn't there anymore.

- Well, what?

- The expression on your face.

Your whole mood.

When you were playing that trumpet,

you were exalted, sure of yourself.

You've undergone a startling

transition, Richard.

I'd rather call you Richard.

You don't mind?

People try to find security

in a lot of strange ways.

You've solved your problems. At least

while you're playing that trumpet.

I don't understand a word,

but I love your voice.

- It's got a rough spot in it.

- I should've warned you.

She talks like a medical book

and likes to analyze everything.

She's studying to be a psychiatrist.

Oh, well, how do I stack up?

My interest isn't purely professional.

When I meet a great talent,

I want to know him.

You don't mind, do you?

Not at all. Go on.

Tell me about jazz.

Do you think it's purely African?

I don't do much thinking

about it. I just play it.

- Lf you listen to it...

- I didn't come here to listen to it.

I came to study the people, watch

their faces. They're interesting.

Something about jazz releases inhibitions.

It's a sort of cheap,

mass-produced narcotic.

I gather you don't like jazz.

Not particularly.

I know it's supposed to

be our native art.

Cotton fields, the levees,

New Orleans and blues in the night.

Excuse me, please.

Would you do a number, please, Jo?

- I don't like to ask, but...

- All right, Louis.

If you're a singer,

they never let you talk.

Sure, knock them dead.

- Can I buy you a drink?

- No, thanks.

You don't like me, do you?

I think you're very charming, Miss North.

You can call me Amy.

I bet I could.

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