All language subtitles for Fosse Verdon s01e06 All I Care About Is Love.eng

- You see, the trouble is
is that we all live

in a happy ending culture.

A "what should be" culture
instead of

a "what is" culture.

We're all taught that fantasy.

But if we were taught
"this is what is,"

I think we'd be
less screwed up.

- No, no, get me out
of the close-up.

Why are we in
the close-up here?

- You said the medium
made you want to puke.

- Well, I must say,
now I'm actually puking, Alan,

so clearly it's gone
from bad to worse

and I'm still in the close-up.

- We'll fix it.
- Maybe we just cut it.

- But it's one of
his best speeches.

Because she didn't stay!

- Should have just played
the part myself.

- Fuck it, man!
She didn't stay!

People don't stay.

No, people don't stay.

- Uh, your phone's
off the hook.

- That's
on purpose.

Oh, yes, just come in.

Turn him off, please.

I scheduled a quick meeting.
- All right.

I'll get some fresh air.
- No, no, no, get me the wide.

What's the next thing
on the list?

- Uh, looking for it.

- We've been calling
and calling

and nobody knew
which floor you were on,

so we've been knocking
on every door

like a bunch
of Jehovah's Witnesses.

- Put the phone back, please!
- No, leave the phone.

Leave the phone off.

Those schmucks from the studio
are gonna call.

- Okay, so let's talk artwork.

Everything they brought us
was magnificent.

You know the team over there.

We've narrowed it down

to these...three, four, five.

- Uh, the credits
are all comped in for now,

so ignore those.
- Hello?

- I know which one I like,

and it's the same
as John and Freddy.

- All right,
I think this will work.

- Bob, it's David Picker.
- What'd I tell you?

This--this fucking studio.

This is why the phone
has to stay off the hook.

- What do you think
about the fans?

- I've almost got this up, Bob.
- He says it's urgent.

- Want me to play it
once it's up?

- We have to get
a final design to the printer

a week from yesterday.
- What do you want me

to say, Bob?

- Bob.

- Guy walks into
a doctor's office.

Have you heard this one?

Guy walks in and says,

"Doc, I think I'm under
too much pressure.

"The wife, the kids, work.

It's too much."

Doctor says,
"What makes you think that?"

Guy says, "Well, I sat
on the toilet the other day

and a 10-karat diamond
shot out of my ass."

I've been under some pressure
myself, recently.

Truth be told, in fact,
I'm under so much pressure

I'm worried I might start
losing my hair.

I just finished directing
a picture called "Lenny."

The film's the story
of Lenny Bruce, comedian.

Never got the recognition
he deserved--

drug addict, adulterer.

Shit father, shit husband.

Boy, oh, boy.

If I could only relate
to this guy.

What do you
call an eight-week movie shoot

turns into a six-month
movie shoot?

A Bob Fosse picture.

See, there's that pressure.

My girlfriend complains,

"You don't spend time
with me anymore."

I say, "We spend all sorts
of time together."

"It's not the same
as it used to be," she says.

"You're always distracted."

What does everyone expect?
I got a lot on my plate.

Brand-new musical
to make out of thin air.

You think producers are a pain
in the ass, try composers.

You criticize one note,

they act like you're the
asshole who poisoned Mozart.

Try writers.

You don't say everything
they do is fabulous

they melt like
the Wicked Witch of the West.

Criticize one word,
they look at you

the way Ethel Rosenberg
looked at her executioner.

Hurt.

But if you want to make a show,
the actors need words to say.

The singers need notes to sing.

And you're stuck
needing writers.

It's a racket.

Oh, and have I mentioned

who the star of said musical
happens to be?

A star whose contract
gives her approval

over every aspect
of the production

from the lyrics
to the set

to the casting to the...

You guessed it,
the God damn poster design.

And it builds.

The pressure,
it builds and it builds...

this pressure,
builds and builds.

- You see, the trouble is
is that we all live

in a "happy ending" culture.

- Where does it all go?

A "what should be" culture

instead of
a "what is" culture.

- But if we were taught
"this is what is"...

This is what is.

- Oh!

- Oh!

Stop!

I'll call him back in 20.

Start me in the scene before.
I wanna see the whole sequence.

That one's not bad.
- Bob, he says that he's--

- I don't care what he says.
- We all love this one.

We think it's fun.
We think it's sexy.

- Good, it's your show.

- All right, you heard the man.
Wrap it up.

- Last section.

Stop.
- That one?

- Head trim right there.

He said he'd be done

editing in August.

- This movie's been
a nightmare from the word go.

- Rehearsal starts
in three days.

- Has he had time
to even think about the show?

- Well, he's been
working on it all summer.

- What, once a week?

- Listen, once he gets
into that rehearsal room,

"Chicago" is all that he's
going to be thinking about.

Speaking of rehearsal rooms--
now, here's an idea:

wouldn't it be clever
if we had some press in

for the first week?

"Bob Fosse
and Gwen Verdon Reunited."

Now that's a story.

- You see, the trouble is
is that we all live

in a "happy ending" culture.

A "what should be" culture

instead of
a "what is" culture.

We're all taught that fantasy.

But if we were taught
"this is what is--"

"This is what is."

"This is what is..."

I think we'd be
less screwed up.

- This is what is.

- Oh, Nicole, that smell.

Oh, it's just like I've walked

into a bistro in Florence.

- I think it needs
more salt.

- Okay, well, let me try.
Let me try.

Mm.

Uh, just the teensy,
eensiest little bit.

Uh, when did you put in
the pasta?

- I don't remember.

- Oh, well, that's not good.

- Figured white for fish, huh?
- Darling, be careful!

We're going to test the pasta.
- Ooh!

You could just taste it,
you know.

That's what most people do.

- And what would be
the fun in that?

- It's ready.
- It's ready!

Okay, so, uh, why don't you go
set the table?

We're going to eat
in the dining room tonight.

China's laid out,
silverware's laid out.

It's a special occasion.
First rehearsal tomorrow.

- Yeah.
You nervous?

- No, why would I be nervous?

I'm in the best shape
of my life.

- I know you are.

- I--I mean, I'm not
22 years old anymore,

but as long as Bob
understands that...

I'm sure he will.

Yes, Bob's famous
for his empathy.

- Yeah.

Well,
if he doesn't, screw him.

You know, don't, uh,
screw him, actually.

I think he'd like that
too much.

Stop.

- It doesn't matter
what he thinks.

He gives you any trouble...

you just pull out
your contract.

You just hang it up
on the wall.

You say, "Anybody's got
any questions

"about who's in charge
of this rehearsal room,

it's all right there..."
- Stop.

- "In black and white."
- Stop.

- You are gonna be so fantastic
in this show.

People are gonna
line up for miles

just to buy tickets
to see you back on Broadway,

singing and dancing.

Yeah.

You're gonna be amazing.

- I beat you.

- You win.

I got stuck
in the editing room.

- Poor thing.

Tell me you weren't there
all night.

- Don't worry, I...

napped in the cab over.

- Oh, Bob.

- What "oh, Bob"?

Movie's not finished.

It comes out in the theaters
in two weeks.

What do you want me to do?

- Well, I'm sure that
you're the only one

who isn't happy with it.

- I'm the only one
who cares whether or not

it's a piece of shit.

- Oh, stop.
That is not true.

I have no idea why
that keeps happening.

- You know, I think
some time away from it

might be the best thing
for you.

You can clear your head
and just think about something.

- Oh, yeah,
that's a great idea.

Let's do a musical.

I knew this wasn't gonna work.

- It's just
the first day.

- We've got plenty of time.

- I'll be, uh...

Good as new in--in a minute.

- A-five, six, seven, eight.

-
Start the car
I know a whoopee spot

- That's when
everyone comes in.

- Two, two, three four...

- Bob and I have been thinking
about this day--

no, dreaming about this day

for the last ten years.

Bet some of you were still
in grade school then.

Some of these kids,

I think their parents
were in grade school.

- One, two, three.
Box arms...

-
And all that jazz

- Seven, eight,
and walk, two,

a-three, a-four,
a-five, a-six.

Ha!

- Ha!
- And five, six, seven, eight.

Swipe, two, a-three,
a-four, a-five.

- Circle, two, three, four.

Resistance on this hips, and...

- So for those of you who
haven't worked with Bob before,

I recommend stocking up

on heating pads and aspirin.

- What she means is,

you're about
to get your ass kicked.

- But trust me,
you will never be better.

-
Hold on, hun,
we're gonna bunny hug

- Uh, right there.

Would you--would you two
join in here?

-
And all that jazz

- One, two, three, four.

Five, six, seven, eight.
- Keep going.

- A-one, two, three, four,

a-five, six, seven, eight.
-
All that jazz

- And one, two, three, four...
-
Come on, baby, gonna...

You should see the other guy.

Now...

- Is everything okay?

- This fucking cough.

Need you to make
an appointment

with Dr. Leder.

During the lunch break.

- You want me
to call rehearsal?

No, of course not.

I'm okay.

- All right,
I'll set it up right away.

- You know who
pressure's good for?

Kids.

Teach it early.
Beat it into 'em.

Pressure to succeed,
make money, be the best.

They gotta learn they don't
get that shit easy.

Lenny and I were lucky.

It's one thing to have talent.

Plenty of people have talent.

But you need the pressure.

Beautiful pressure.

- I'm afraid Mr. Fosse
has fallen behind

on Bobby's dance tuition.

- There was a mix-up
last week.

- Several months behind,
Mrs. Fosse.

I would hate to lose Bobby
as a student.

He could be dancing
professionally right now.

- Really?

- I could book him
all over the city--

theaters, clubs.

I'd pair him
with Charlie Grass.

Double acts
are all the rage now.

He could be making
enough money dancing

to pay his own tuition.

And then some.

I would just take
a 15% commission.

- What?
What'd they say?

- I'm gonna be
a professional dancer.

- I always thought
I'd be dead by 25.

Instead I just lost my hair.

One of the best things
you can do for your career--

dying young.

All that potential.

Even if everything you would
have done after that is shit,

they'll never know because
you're too dead to show 'em.

20-year-old kid offs himself,
girls cry at his gravestone.

47-year-old guy kills himself,

even the crows don't show up.

Although, if I died
before "Lenny" came out,

you know, that--
think of the box office.

Shit, I'd probably win
another Oscar.

Do we have blood work?

It's in the lab now.

I really--I tell you, I really
am feeling a whole lot better.

- When you saw Dr. Leder,
you told him

you were experiencing
chest pains.

- I...told him I had
some tightness in my chest.

I--I think he overreacted.

I don't need to be here.

- So you're not feeling
any tightness now?

- Quite the opposite.
I'm ready to get back to work.

I got a rehearsal going on.

- Nobody could tell me
where you were.

What happened?
- I was just about to leave.

Um, Leder went nuts.

He told me to go
to the emergency room.

I told him we have
a rehearsal to get to.

- I--I'm sorry,
who are you, ma'am?

- I'm his wife.
- Yeah, she can tell you

I get this pain sometimes.

It's never been a problem.

- We're concerned
that there may be

a high risk of a cardiac event.

Oh, my God.

- "Event."
I been here for an hour.

There's no event going on.
- Are you a smoker, Mr. Fosse?

- Uh, occasionally.

- How many cigarettes per day?

Half a pack, maybe.

- Drug use?

- Uh, Dilantin for epilepsy.

Uh, Alka-Seltzer,
Wrigley's Spearmint gum.

Does coffee count?

Bob, the man's trying
to help you.

- I know that.
He--he's very nice.

Thank you, Doc.

- He is taking, uh, Seconal...

Dexedrine, cocaine--

- Come on.
- What else?

- What are you, the FBI?
- No, I--

- Sir?
- This is about your health.

- Mr. Fosse--
- This is about your heart.

- Mr. Fosse.
- I'm trying to get outta here.

- Sir!

- Actually...
- Mr. Fosse.

- I just want them to know
in case something--

- You want me
to shut down your show?

- You're having a heart attack,
Mr. Fosse.

He's what?

- Oh, my God, help!

- I need Dr. Kelly,
Dr. Peters paged immediately

and I need a full
emergency team right now!

- Lie down, lie down.
- Don't overreact.

I'm having rehearsal.
- Oh, God, help! Please!

- Oh, this is just great.
- It's okay, it's okay.

- This is...

Pressure builds.

Doesn't get better.
It gets worse.

And it can kill you.

It can...kill ya.

Ba-dum-bum.

- How is he?

- Where have you been?

- Well, I--I couldn't
find a cab,

and then I waited
for 20 minutes,

then I got on the train
and I took the wrong train--

- Okay, well--well,
he's sleeping now, finally,

so you can't see him.

- Okay, well,
what are the doctors saying?

Does he need surgery?

- They have to run some tests

and they won't know anything
for a few days.

- I knew he shouldn't have
done this show.

His doctors said
that he needed a break,

and even he knew he shouldn't
be doing the show.

It's just too much.

- You should go home
and come back tomorrow.

- No, no, I--I want to--

- Annie, sweetheart,
there's nothing left

for you to do here tonight.

- Well...

I wanna be here
when he wakes up.

- I'm going to stay.

Why don't you go by
the apartment in the morning?

Nicole's there with the sitter
and you can walk her to school.

I want her to feel
like everything's normal.

- Dr. Willis,
call Administration at 338.

Dr. Willis, call
Administration at 338.

- Oh, Jesus!

Jesus Christ!

- We both started young,
me and Lenny.

We both came up
in joints like this.

Kind of joints
where you get herpes

from drinking the tap water.

Shit, you'd get herpes
from looking at the tap water.

Mr. Weaver--
my dance teacher, my manager--

he told me and Charlie Grass

we'd be playing
the hottest spots in Chicago.

Boulevard Room, Chez Paree.

You know the sort of joint.

Sophisticated,
upscale, classy.

Only the best
for me and Charlie.

- Knock 'em dead, kid.

Oh, Jesus!

Jesus Christ--
- Shut up.

- Oh, Christ.
- Just shut up.

- Just ignore it, Bob.
- Oh, Jesus!

- Been all night like this.

It's horrible.
- Oh, Jesus...

- I know, I know.

- This--
- Christ.

- I know.
Just try and get some sleep.

- Can you bring me
the telephone?

I need to call Alan.
- Oh, Christ!

- No, no, no, no.

The doctors don't want you
working right now.

- No, no,
I have cuts for him.

I have to get in touch
with him right away.

- Bob, listen to me.
- Oh, for the love of God.

Listen to me.
Not right now.

There's nothing
for you to worry about.

Everything's fine.
It's all taken care of.

- They're gonna finish my movie
without me, Gwen.

- Shh.
- They're gonna ruin it.

- Why are they
doing this to me?

- Just listen to me.
Listen to me.

Just ignore it.

Do they know?

- Does who know?
- Everybody at the show.

Do they know what happened?
- Ohh...ohh...ohh...

- No, we haven't told anyone.

- Then I have a stomach bug.
- Okay.

- Okay?
- Okay.

- They're hurting me!
- I'm gonna hurt you.

- Annie's coming
to visit you tomorrow.

No, no, no, no, no.

I don't want her here.

No?

Why--why not?
What's wrong?

- I don't want her
to see me like this.

- What are you talking about?

- Excuse me.

Uh, so sorry to intrude,

but I heard from the nurses
that you were here.

My wife and I,
we're Broadway fanatics--

- I'm with my husband
right now.

- Y-yes, I was hoping
to get his autograph.

Only if he's well enough.

N-never mind, I'm sorry.

This was rude.
I apologize.

- Not at all.

Would you step outside with me
for a minute?

- I shouldn't have
bothered you.

I just let my enthusiasm
carry me away.

- Not at all.

It's a pleasure
to meet you, Doctor...

- Uh, n-no. Jerome, please.
- Jerome.

Jerome. I'm Gwen Verdon.

- Oh, my God.
- Aww.

- Oh, my God.

- Oh, no.
- Oh, no, of course you are!

I--I can't believe
I didn't recognize you.

- Oh, please, that's fine.

- Wife is not gonna believe
that I met Bob Fosse

and Gwen Verdon.

- Well, Bob and I
would both love

to sign autographs
for you and your wife.

- Oh, my God, she's gonna--oh.

- Have you seen "Pippin"?

- Only twice.

- Well, there's a brand-new
leading player

who just came in last month.

Phenomenal.
You must go back.

You and your wife
could use Bob's house seats.

No, no, no.

We--we couldn't.

- Oh, well, there's something
I could use

your help with too, Jerome.

You see, they have Bob
sharing that very small room

with a complete stranger.

Now, I've asked the nurses

if there's something
they could do,

but they said they can't help,

and I just wonder...

if there aren't
more appropriate accommodations

for someone in Bob's condition.

Bob's recovery--it's important
we get him better

as soon as possible.

-
I'm sitting on top,
top of the world

-
Rollin' along

- You don't think
you should at least talk

to John and Freddy
about it, first?

- I'm not asking
for their opinion.

- What are you gonna
tell Fryer?

- I have contractual approval
over the director,

and I won't approve anyone
but Bob Fosse.

- You're gonna lose
your cast, Gwen.

They can't wait around
for four months

while he's recovering
from heart surgery.

- Thank you, Ron.

This isn't what I need
from you right now.

- You know, even if they get
a new director

they can't replace you.

I just mean I'm...

I know...

Roxie's a little younger
on the page...

but I'm saying any director
they bring in,

they're gonna want you
to do it.

Obviously.

It's your show.

- It's not my show.
It's our show.

It's always been our show.

I know Bob.

He's about to have
his chest opened up,

and if we tell him
that he's being replaced,

he will die
on that operating table.

I am sure of it.

Hi, sweetie.

Annie's coming
to pick you up at 7:00

to take you to dinner,
so just make sure

that you have your homework
done by then, okay?

We'll start back up
in the new year

and open in New York
in June.

- What about all the kids?

- The ki--Well, I am calling
every casting agent in New York

and telling them
to keep our actors

at the front of their minds

for any short-term jobs
that come up,

any background work.

And if the company
needs more money,

then I'll just loan it
to them myself.

They can pay me back

when "Chicago" is
the biggest hit on Broadway.

- I don't know.

I don't know
if they're gonna wait for me.

- Oh, please.
Of course they will.

- They're gonna think
I'm finished after this.

No one is going to think that.

- Remember when George
and Hal wanted

to cut your big
act one number in "Yankees"?

- "Musical Chairs."

- Yes.

And you were devastated.

Oh, you thought
the world was ending.

All because of one
silly little number.

- Well, that was a good number.

I...

well, Eddie couldn't--
he couldn't do it right.

- Eddie.
- Yeah.

He was terrible.

- If that's the story
you want to tell...

It was a shit number,
wasn't it?

- It was terrible.
- Yeah.

What a piece of shit.

Then we stayed up all night,
and what did we get?

We got "Who's Got the Pain?"

- Hey.

When I wake up after...

if I wake up--

Don't...

say that.

- I want you to be there.

When I wake up.

Yeah?

- Of--of course.

- You're gonna like this one.

What do you call a mother
who never bothers to ask

where exactly her son
is performing

at 1:00 in the morning
on a school night?

A perfect role model.

Mom of the year.

- What is he wearing?

- He was performing, Cy.

I told you.

- I have this.

- That's it?

- I thought there'd be more.

- Thank you.
- Is that makeup?

You look like a faggot.

- Well, I'm glad
somebody's laughing.

- And close for me.

- This is so stupid.

- Oh, stop.

You know I don't like
that word.

- If they don't want kids
visiting at the hospital,

there's probably a good reason.

- The reason is,
they came up with that rule

for children who are
less mature than you are.

Open.

Daddy had a long
and scary surgery,

and he needs some
cheering up.

And no one cheers him up
like you do.

Luckily, he has a lot
of young friends and colleagues

who come to visit him,
so you'll blend right in.

Open.

There...we...go.

You don't look a day under 18.

-
I don't care
about expensive things

- Keep your chin up.

-
That's what I'm here for

- One of Mr. Fosse's prot?g?s.

-
Satin spats
don't mean a thing

- That's my girl.
-
Is love

- Should I give you guys
some privacy?

- Oh, no, no, no.
Please, you stay.

Sit.

Got the gang all here.

- You look like a machine.

- I don't even want to say
what you look like.

Bob.

Why don't you give Daddy
a hug and a kiss?

- It's okay.
It's all right.

It's all right.

Oh, here.

Show him that.

It's from everyone
at "Chicago."

They all love you,

and they send
their healing wishes,

and they want you
to get better soon.

Everyone signed the card.

That a girl.

That a girl.

See you soon.

- Doesn't it ever
bother you?

- What?
- That she's always there.

- Who--what, Annie?
No, no.

No, why would it?

- She's his girlfriend.

- Annie and I are different.

What your father
and I have...

he doesn't have
with anybody else.

Come on, let's go.

Give me that bag.

I've got it.

Okay.

- My father...

Sure, maybe he looked down
on me.

But no way
he'd let me quit dancing.

Somebody had to put food
on the table.

- Where's your pal?

- Charlie?
Outside.

His mother drove us here.
- He's not as good.

He knows that already.

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

- You're gonna be famous.

- He's already a rising star.

I think I'm in love.

- What do you call
a 13-year-old kid

who gets screwed by a bunch
of 40-year-old strippers?

The luckiest boy in the world.

Why's he so lucky, anyway?

He gets to have sex

before he even knows
the word for it.

You'll like this one.

I was dead for six hours.

- You were breathing
the whole time.

- A--a machine was breathing.

I wasn't breathing.

I think it did something
to my...

I think they put it--
put it back in the wrong way.

My heart.

- They didn't.

- I can feel it.
I never felt it before.

I can feel it now.

I--I feel it squeezed
in there.

- Bobby.

They said not to worry
after the first...

12 hours.

It's been four days.

You're okay.

- What if I didn't come back
all the way?

- I'm looking at you.
- Yeah.

- I'm right here with you.

- I think they did something
to me.

I think the screwed me up
down there.

I think they fucked me up.

Mm-mm.

They didn't go anywhere...

they didn't go anywhere
near there.

- You're okay,
I promise you.

I'm being serious.

You're laughing at me.
I'm being serious.

What's the best thing
about having sex

with a grown woman
when you're only 13?

You get to feel pleasure,
confusion, humiliation,

all at the same time.

I call that
the triangle of shame!

You get to feel pleasure,
confusion.

Pleasure, confusion,

and humiliation
all at the same time.

I grew up in the church.

We call it
the Holy Trinity.

You know the best part
of being scared,

turned on, confused,

guilty, self-loathing,
and in lust

all at the same time?

It screws up your relationships
for the rest of your life.

- Hey.

- I need to know
I'm still a man.

- Bobby.

- Tell me I'm good enough.

- That's it?

- I thought there'd be more.

- Where's that smile?

- Don't think for a second
I couldn't replace you

a hundred times over.

- Come on.

Come on.
Laugh it up, folks.

I do it for you.

That was a good one.

Is this on?

Is this on?

Testing, testing.
One, two.

Hey, come on, that's funny!

Okay, you're gonna love this.

What's the difference
between sex and applause?

What's the difference
between sex and applause?

What's the difference
between sex and applause?

What's the difference
between sex and applause?

- Sorry.

- You only applaud
somebody you love.

Come on, this is
my best material, here!

Okay, here we go.
Come on, come on.

Little faster, little faster.

- Ta-ta-ta-ta.

Ta-ta-ta-ta.

Bah!

- Thank you, thank you.

- I'll be right back.
- Okay.

- We brought
an extra sandwich.

Tuna salad.
- Aww.

I'm all right.
Thank you, though.

- Well, if you don't eat it

it's just gonna go
in the garbage.

- I'm really not hungry.
Thank you so much.

- You should eat it.

You need to keep up
your strength for your, uh...

- H-husband.

Thank you.

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