All language subtitles for The.Marvelous.Mrs.Maisel.S03E06_English

♪ ♪

-♪ Good morning ♪
-♪ Good morning ♪

♪ We've talked
the whole night through ♪

-♪ Good morning ♪
-♪ Good morning to you ♪

♪ Good morning, good morning ♪

♪ It's great to stay up late ♪

♪ Good morning,
good morning to you ♪

♪ When the band began to play ♪

♪ The stars were
shining bright ♪

♪ Now the milkman's on his way ♪

♪ It's too late
to say good night ♪

♪ So, good morning,
good morning ♪

♪ Sunbeams will soon
smile through ♪

♪ Good morning,
good morning, to you ♪

♪ And you and you and you ♪

♪ Good morning, good morning ♪

♪ We've gabbed
the whole night through ♪

♪ Good morning,
good morning to you ♪

♪ Nothing could be grander
than to be in Louisiana ♪

♪ In the morning,
in the morning ♪

♪ It's great to stay up late ♪

♪ Good morning,
good morning to you ♪

♪ I'd be just as zippy
if it wasn't Mississippi ♪

♪ When we left the movie show,
the future wasn't bright ♪

♪ But came the dawn,
the show goes on ♪

♪ And I don't want
to say good night ♪

-♪ So say good morning ♪
-♪ Good morning ♪

♪ Rainbows are shining through ♪

-♪ Good morning, good morning ♪
-(shrieks)

-♪ Bonjour ♪
-♪ Monsieur ♪

-♪ Buenos días ♪
-♪ Muchas frías ♪

-♪ Buongiorno ♪
-♪ Montichorno ♪

-♪ Guten morgen ♪
-♪ Blakich morgen ♪

♪ Good morning to you. ♪

All set.
Here's your key.

I had your luggage
moved to your new room,

so by the time
you're done with breakfast

-you'll be all settled in.
-Done with breakfast?

Why would we ever be done
with breakfast?

I'll be done with breakfast
when I'm starting lunch.

Breakfast is perfect
and this hotel is perfect.

I slept like a baby.
Not a fussy baby.

One of those quiet babies.

I slept like I was on Seconal.
Because I was on Seconal.

These pancakes
have coconut in them.

-You have to try one.
-I believe I will.

So what's on the agenda
for today?

Well, I plan to spend the day

not being around
Moishe and Shirley.

Oh, that sounds wonderful.
I'll join you.

(both laugh)

I have to say, it's nice to see
you guys so happy and relaxed.

Maybe you can try and stay
that way for my show tonight.

-Miriam, you should try
the coconut pancake.
-I don't like coconut.

Oh, you can't taste the coconut.
It just tastes like pancake.

My show starts at 8:00.
We could have dinner after

-if you don't mind eating late.
-I can taste the coconut.

Can you?
Maybe I should try it again.

I put a great table
aside for you.

Nope.
Still can't taste it.

Mama?

Papa?

-Hey, hey, hey.
There's coconut in there.
-What the... I was eating that.

I slept on a lounge chair
for you two.

What does that mean?

That's jazz slang.
"Slept on a lounge chair."

Like, "Hey, man, it's cool.

I slept on a lounge chair
for you."

No, it's not slang.

I literally
slept on a lounge chair.

Look.
Slat face.

Now, it's cool.
I was happy to do it.

But, in exchange,
you have to come to my show.

Question: are you going
to talk about my...

Absolutely not.
The act is clean.

Well, that helps me.
Rose?

Mama?
I think you'll be really proud.

And after my act,
you can see Shy perform.

I'll even introduce you.

-I don't have anything to wear
to meet Shy Baldwin.
-We'll go shopping.

I have a work gathering
in a little bit,

but afterward,
we can hit the stores.

-It'll be fun.
-I can't spend money on clothes.

That's true.
We are on a budget.

-Mm-hmm.
-No fun. Oh, that reminds me.

Did you remember
to cancel the Steiner bungalow?

What? No.
Why?

-Why what?
-We're not canceling
the Catskills.

-ABE: But you can't go.
-Who says?

Well, you're on tour.
You're working, so you say.

Not every day. I'm sure
there's a window here somewhere.

Okay. May is out, obviously,
but let's look at June.

June's bad.
July.

I'm sure I can make July...
No, I can't.

Oh, wait. How about...
Oh, crap.

I'm in Baltimore.
But August is much, much...

August is bad, too.
What's the time difference

between the Catskills
and Stockholm?

Because I think,
if there's a late flight,

I could make it back, uh...
Nope.

Aha. Wait.
I have two days in September.

-The eighth and the 15th.
-They're not even together.

And they're after Labor Day.
I mean...

We have to go to the Catskills.
I've gone every year of my life.

Our identity as a family
depends on showing up.

What will people think?

That your father's lost his job

and you're doing costumes
for Shy Baldwin.

I'm opening for Shy Baldwin.

Yes, but costumes is so much
more ladylike, don't you think?

Fine.

ABE:
You know, you're right.

-These don't taste
like coconut at all.
-Mm.

-(indistinct chatter)
-(piano playing)
-(woman singing)

-Is she okay?
-She's fine.

-The investors are here.
-I know, Bernie.

They came to see
a full run-through of the show

-and they expect to be wowed.
-I know, Bernie.

Wowed in a good way,
not in a "Wow,

we gave you all that money
for this?" way.

That "this" was in a horrified
tone. Did you get that?

Bernie, shut up, she's fine.

I promise, you will not have to
blow these guys for money again.

Well, that's a relief.

First run-through.
Very exciting.

Quick question.
She looks comatose...

-Gavin.
-...and I don't know

how much you understand
about the dramatic process,

but comatose actors tend to be
a tad difficult to work with.

She's just concentrating.

Is she going to be able to talk?

-Yes.
-I know I make it seem
like all I care about is money--

and I do care about money
a great deal--

but I'm also an artist with
a rather storied reputation,

and that woman over there
is completely freaking me out.

-Relax.
-I can't look ridiculous

for taking this job.
I just can't.

Not without
car service thrown in.

You will not look ridiculous,
I promise.

Go in.
She'll be there in a minute.

-Hey.
-Hmm?

Is she alive?

Yep. Okay, everyone,
time to assemble.

The run-through starts
in ten minutes. Ten minutes.

MAN:
Hey, Patrick...

Hi, Sophie.

Don't want to interrupt your...
whatever,

but the run-through is starting.

Now, I know that
the investors are here,

but I don't want it
to throw you, okay?

Just do your work.

Hmm? It's all anyone
expects of you at this point.

Just your work.

And getting up.
People expect that, too.

(sighs)

-Sophie... (gasps)
-(inhales sharply)

Jesus! Fuck!

F...

This job is gonna kill me.

GAVIN:
Welcome, everyone.

Thank you for coming
to the very first run-through

of my brand-new,
groundbreaking production,

-Miss Julie.
-(applause)

(quiet muttering)

It's gonna work.

It's gonna fucking work, Bernie!

-Did you see that?
It's gonna work.
-Yeah. Yeah.

(laughs) Gavin!
I'm sorry, was that comatose?

-It was not.
-It was fucking not!

Hey, did you see her?
Did you see Sophie?

-Was great or was she great?
-She was great.

She was fucking great.
It's gonna goddamn work!

-Hey, investor guy.
-Yes?

Did you see her? She was great!
It's gonna work.

Hey, coffee person,
did you see that rehearsal?

It is gonna work.
Hey, you, did you see that?

-It's gonna work.
-I'm here to pick up my daughter
from dance class.

Like I give a shit.
Just spread the word.

Sophie Lennon can act,
and it's gonna work!

(laughs)

(grunts)

(phone ringing)

Hello?

-You called?
-Yes.

-Three times?
-Well, I wanted to talk to you.

You do know that I call you back
when I get a message.

-Thought maybe it got lost.
-Never gets lost.

Sometimes it does.

-Has never happened.
-June 1957, you didn't

get my message and there was
no milk in the morning.

Yet somehow,
you survived to talk about it.

I was thinking you could
bring the kids to Florida.

You called three times for that?

You only called twice
when you went into labor.

Well, I'm here,
my parents are here.

I could get you a room
and we could have

a crazy family vacation.

-I can't come to Florida.
-Why not?

I have a job, a life.

Oh, come on.
Just for a few days.

We just got remarried.
We never had a proper honeymoon.

-Sorry. What's your next stop?
-Toledo.

You should've led with Toledo
so I'd consider Florida.

Joel, I'm on tour all summer,

so the kids aren't going
to the Catskills.

They won't have
their summer fun thing.

This could be their summer
fun thing, with reptiles.

-Oh.
-What?

Well, actually, I remembered
to book myself a room

at Steiner this year, so

-I can take them.
-Oh.

You could take them.
Great.

You could come visit us
if you get a day off.

Uh-huh, but they would
love Florida.

They can have both.

I mean, come on,
let's spoil those little fuckers

and then unleash them
on the world.

-I can't, Midge.
-Two days, the weekend.

My father's taking Ethan
to the Yankee game Sunday.

Oh, he can miss the game.

I got him a mitt. He's not gonna
want to miss the Yankee game.

-For Florida he might.
-He won't, trust me.

-Oh, so now I don't know
what my son likes? Is that it?
-Midge, come on.

-Ask him.
-You really want
to hear Ethan say

he'd rather see
the Yankees than you?

He's five. He'd rather see
a fire truck than you.

-Or me, or anyone.
-You won't even ask him?

Ethan, would you like
to go to Florida

instead of the Yankee game
this weekend?

-No!
-Happy?

Way to lead the witness,
Perry Mason.

I don't know what
you want from me.

I have the kids.
I am taking care of them.

-(phone rings)
-They still have
all their limbs.

-MOSKOWITZ:
Joel Maisel's office.
-I stepped up, I'm here.

-Oh, and I'm not?
-No, you're not.

-You're in Florida.
-What are you implying?

-That you're in Florida.
-How dare you?

MOSKOWITZ:
Oh, Mr. Maisel, a call for you.

-Can you take a message?
-It's about the liquor license.

I have to go. I'm sorry. I am.

-Wait, Joel...
-Yes?

I appreciate you making sure
they have all their limbs.

It's the least I can do.

There aren't that many. Bye.

(sighs)

-Hello.
-BRIAN: Joel Maisel?

Brian Miller.
I'm calling

in reference to your application
for a liquor license.

-What's the problem now?
You need my blood type?
-No.

-My firstborn?
-No.

Ethan, pack your bags.
You got a new daddy.

No. Mr. Maisel, I'm just calling
to apologize for the mix-up.

Your application landed
in the wrong bin

at the Chinatown office.

We just didn't realize
who you were.

Oh. Who am I?

Just know it's all
been sorted out.

And your license
has been fast-tracked.

You should have it
by the end of the week.

-Okay.
-If you need anything else,

please don't hesitate to call.

Thank you.

-We got the license.
-How?

-I don't know. Luck?
-Luck?

Yep. Felt wrong just saying it.

(sighs)

What's the line
on the Yankees game?

Yanks minus one and a half.

Minus one and a half.

-Who's pitching today?
-Whitey Ford.

Whitey Ford, sure.
Is he good?

-He's pretty good.
-How's he feeling?

Been sick lately? There's
this flu that's going around.

-I wouldn't know.
-Okay, so if you were

to put 20 bucks that you really
needed on the Yankees,

what do you think?
Seem like a good bet to you?

It's not my job to advise.

-Just between friends.
-We're not friends.

Say we were and I was asking.
What would you say?

-I'd say you shouldn't be
friends with your bookie.
-Thanks.

And maybe you should learn
baseball. Just a tip, pal.

You ever worry people
might not be so scared of you

if they saw you drinking
a liquidated tutu?

-Mayday, Mayday, Mayday.
-I'll be right back.

I'm only staying
till I reach the cherry.

(Bernie panting)

Ooh. Ah, I'm nauseous.

-I can't breathe.
-Calm down, Bernie.

I ran here.
From Sardi's to here.

-That's 40 blocks.
-And two avenues.

-What's the problem?
-We lost the theater.

How do you lose
a thousand-seat theater?

They got a better offer.
They gave it away.

They can't give it away.
You booked it.

-You gave them a check.
-Yeah, well, they gave it back.

They gave it back,
and you took it?

-What was I gonna do? Duck?
-Fucking yes!

They handed me the check,
I took the check.

This is what
civilized people do.

This isn't civilized people.

-This is Broadway.
-Can we push the opening?

No. Gavin's got
some pirate movie,

and Sophie's touring
in the fall.

-We open now or we don't open.
-What am I gonna

tell the investors?
I left them at Sardi's.

-They're just sitting there.
-Tell them we'll get a theater.

-How?
-Let me worry about that.

If they get wind of this,
they'll back out.

They're not gonna
get wind of anything.

Just aim your ass
in another direction.

-But I...
-Just go.

Let me figure this out.

Shit.

(pencil clatters)

-I need a theater.
-Sure. No problem.

-Like a peekaboo theater?
-What's a peekaboo theater?

-It's a dirty theater.
-A titty theater.

You call a dirty theater
a peekaboo theater?

I got a kid.
She listens to calls.

Okay, no.
I need a Broadway theater.

-A legit Broadway theater.
-Oh, boy. Tough.

It's a good season this year.
Theaters are booked.

I have a client in this play.
The owners just gave the theater

-to someone else.
-Did you pay?

Yes, we paid. We gave them
a check. They gave it back.

-And you fucking took it?
-The producer did.

He's, you know, "civilized."

This is Broadway.

Guys, please. I need this.

If I don't find a place,
the show's kaput.

I think we can help.

-Really?
-We know some guys.

-Hold on. There.
-(thudding)

Better?

-No. What'd you do?
-I fixed the runner.

-What runner?
-Weren't we trying
to fix the runner?

-What for?
-To get it to run.

-No.
-Then what the hell
were we doing?

-Reattaching the ring.
-What ring?

Worst Abbott and Costello bit
ever.

What you got?

MEI:
Big box of new records.

Still all Chinese.

This one's Thai.

Oh, good,
so I'll know the words.

-You want a beer?
-Nope.

Archie. Come on. Have a beer.

-Let's celebrate.
-Celebrate what?

The liquor license has been
approved and is on the way.

That's great.

Wow. Joel Maisel,
king of the clubs.

-But how?
-Must have been
my powers of persuasion.

-Right. Or?
-No idea.

Out of the blue, some guy calls,
says there's been a mix-up.

Said they didn't know who I was.

Oh. Who are you?

I'm the guy who now
has a liquor license.

-(chuckles)
-Magically.

Hey, Arch, would you
go get us some beer?

-We have beer.
-Some more beer?

Are we expecting a crowd?

Okay.

I will go get some beer.

Great.

-Any specific kind?
-It's a fake beer run, Archie.

(chuckles):
Right. Be back soon.

-Thought you weren't a magician.
-Hmm?

You don't seem that surprised
I got the license.

I'm generally unflappable.

You have anything to do with it?

-(speaking Chinese)
-In English, Mei.

I knew it.

You asked your brother
or your cousin

or your cousin's cousin
to push it through.

My cousin's cousin
would be my cousin.

Not if you were related
through different...

No, you're trying
to distract me.

Who cares how you got it?

-You can't do that.
-Why?

Because I have to do this.
Alone.

I don't want you doing me favors

or asking for favors or making
a brisket for the liquor guy.

-Making a what?
-I don't want your help
with this.

Hey, John Wayne,
if you haven't noticed,

this is a very
insular neighborhood.

You can't get anything done
if you don't have cousins.

-I have cousins.
-Chinese cousins, Joel,

or you at least
have to know people.

Great. I'll get to know people.

How? Charades?
You don't know the language.

-I'm fucking great at charades.
-Is this pride?

Is that what's happening here?

Maybe it is, but I'm
doing things square this time.

What is "this time"?
What was last time?

-This is my business, Mei.
-Fine.

I wash my hands
of the whole situation.

-Great.
-Or I would,

if your bathroom water
was running.

Plumber's coming tomorrow.

-How do you know the plumber?
-How do I know the license guy?

How do you know the license guy?

(speaking Chinese)

I did not order these.

(speaking Chinese)

-Happy?
-Extremely.

(speaking Chinese)

Ah, see, that
I understood perfectly.

(door closes)

-Had it. I've had it.
-Oh, calm down, Martha.

I'm tired of this shit.

-He drags us
all the way out here...
-Hi.

-Hi.
-Turn around, little girl.

-What? Why?
-Hey, Martha,

this is what he does.
Don't take it personally.

-He threw food at us.
-He missed.

He fired us, Carole.

Hey, if I had a nickel
for every time Shy fired me,

I wouldn't have to work
for Shy anymore.

I'm done walking on eggshells
because he's in a mood.

You want to see a mood?
I'll show you a mood.

He's a fucking star.

Suddenly, you all forgot what
a pain in the ass Elvis was.

Yeah, Elvis would
throw food at you,

but at least he'd buy you a car.

What is going on?

Shy showed up
as Maria Callas today.

-You want a ride?
-Where?

Back to the hotel.

Shouldn't I at least say hello
so he knows I came?

Not unless you want to get
cocktail sauce on that outfit.

I don't, actually.

Hey, Carole,
you've got the damn keys.

(sighs) You sure
you don't want a ride?

No, I'm-I'm fine. Thanks.

This yours?

Yes, I've been looking
for that. Thanks.

Nice boat. Modest. Understated.

Didn't you hear? Nobody wants
to be around me today.

Oh, no, I heard.

It's gonna be a quiet set
for you tonight without a band.

My son's a whiz at the kazoo.
Should I give him a call?

The hell is that?

Never been invited
to a party on a boat before,

and I don't like to come
empty-handed, so meet Fred.

(chuckles) No one's ever
bought me a plant before.

Well, he gets seasick,
so don't get too excited.

It's not much of a party now.

Plenty of food, plenty of booze,
no people.

I'm here, and Fred.

He's funnier when you get
a few drinks in him.

Permission to come aboard?

Sure. Why not?

("Please Don't Monkey With
Broadway" by Fred Astaire plays)

♪ All the streets
are being dressed up ♪

♪ So before they ruin Broadway,
I suggest that you go ♪

♪ To the city fathers
and say, "Whoa!" ♪

♪ Glorify Sixth Avenue,
and put bathrooms in the zoo ♪

♪ But please don't monkey
with Broadway... ♪

-FRANK (over phone): It's done.
-Really? You sure?

-Absolutely.
-I mean, it was touch and go
there for a minute.

-Half a minute.
-They were testing
a smoke machine,

so they couldn't see us
too good at first.

Once that smoke
cleared though, boom.

-What'd you say?
-FRANK: A little of this,
a little of that.

It turns out we knew
a few guys on the crew.

-They blocked the exits.
-That really helps, you know,

when you don't
have to run after them.

-Sure, I get that.
-But in the end, we just
explained the situation.

Real nice.

There's no need to be rude.

And, eventually,
they saw our side of things.

Bottom line, it's yours.
Good price, immediate occupancy,

and they threw
the "Julie" in for free.

We also got you
a period-perfect kitchen set.

-We know those guys, too.
-You know all the guys.

I love "Miss Julie," by the way.
Who'd you get to play Jean?

-Gavin Hawk.
-Oh, he's good, very good.

We saw him do the Scottish play.

Listen, I can't
thank you guys enough.

You can, actually,
and will, eventually.

Okay. Message received,
but either way, opening night,

there are two tickets for you,
front and center.

Opening night, gee. I-I haven't
been to an opening night

since de Mille got us those
Oklahoma! tickets.

You worked for Agnes de Mille?

Yeah. Brilliant,
but could she hold a grudge.

You'd be surprised
how much theater work we do.

Well, thanks again, boys.
You've saved my life.

No problem, Susie. Break a leg.

-Or call us,
we'll do it for you.
-(both laugh)

You guys kill me.

-One day.
-(both laughing)

(laughs)

-It never ends.
-No, it doesn't.

("On a Slow Boat to China"
by Kay Starr playing)

♪ I'd like to get you ♪

♪ On a slow boat to China ♪

♪ All to myself ♪

♪ All alone ♪

♪ Get you and keep you ♪

♪ In my arms evermore... ♪

We're running low. Ooh!
Only 30 bottles left.

Oh, we'd better slow down then.

You know, I have to say,

Fred is having
a really nice time.

Good. I was wondering.
He was looking a little green.

Mm, leave the comedy to me, kid.

(chuckles) Agreed.

-Cheers.
-Whoo!

-This is glorious.
-The boat?

No, this sandwich.
Where's the fat?

This man cuts corned beef like
my mother's standing over him.

We got lucky.
It's a beautiful day.

So why the mood earlier?

Ah, we're having such a nice
time; you want to bring that up?

Come on. Girl trouble?

Why would you say that?

Well, Monica hasn't been around.

-Monica?
-Isn't Monica your lady friend?

Monica is this year's
lady friend.

Nice girl, but...

-Not a keeper.
-No, not a keeper.

What about you, Mrs. Maisel?

-Are you actually a Mrs. Maisel?
-Yes,

and no, and yes again,
though, eventually, no.

I've had a lot of champagne.
Translate, please.

I was a Mrs. Maisel,
and then we broke up,

and then we un-broke up,
and then we got divorced,

and then we got remarried,

and now we're filing
for divorce again.

Not sure what's confusing you.

You still love him?

Oh, now, Shy, you never
ask a girl "How old are you?"

or "How much do you weigh?" or
"Do you love your ex-husband?"

(chuckles)

How about you?
You ever been married?

Me? No.

I've been on the road
since I was 16.

You don't want a family?

I got Reggie.
Reggie's my mother,

my father, my brother,
my jailor.

You've been friends
for a long time.

-Forever.
-(chuckles)

Yeah, forever.

I know sometimes he feels like
an overpaid babysitter,

but I really need him around.

Susie's sort of my Reggie,
without the overpaid part.

I can tell you this much, Reggie
would be mad as hell right now.

'Cause you fired
your whole band?

No. He's used to that. He'd lose
his mind seeing me on this boat.

Isn't it your boat?

I'm under strict orders not to
take it out of the harbor.

-You're kidding.
-He doesn't want me on boats

or motorcycles or bicycles
or surfing or walking

or crawling
or near kids who sneeze.

It's nice to have someone
looking out for you.

You know...

we flipped a coin

to see who got famous first.

-I guess you won.
-Nope. I lost.

Reggie insisted
we go two out of three.

-And then you won.
-Maybe. I think Reggie fixed it.

Why?

'Cause he knew it had to be me.

See, Reggie can handle anything.
Life couldn't beat him.

Me, if I wasn't Shy Baldwin,

I don't know.

I don't know who I'd be.

Tell me something.

What?

Is your real name Shy?

-No.
-What is it?

Even Reggie
doesn't know that one.

Do you like being famous?

I didn't like not being famous,
so this is better.

I think I'd like being famous.

I think you're gonna find out.

Boy, it's beautiful out here.

POOL BOY:
Susie Myerson. Phone.

Thanks, kid.

-I remember the face.
-Ah, get out of Florida.

-Yup.
-Why do I hear splashing?

Sophie. Nice to hear from you.
You loving your new theater?

Got you a hell of
a dressing room, didn't I?

Yeah, the mice seem to like it.

Well, it was good enough
for Julie Andrews.

Well, she's young. I bet she
hasn't drunkenly banged

the light guy thinking
it's her leading man yet.

So you sound good and normal.

Even though everything's
gone to hell?

Okay, what's the problem?

Gavin has been talking
and talking and talking

to me for hours.

-That's called rehearsal.
-No.

In addition
to the rehearsal talking,

there's been one-on-one,
close-quarters talking,

and I don't know
what the hell he's saying.

I don't know
if you realize this,

but he has some sort of accent

that makes normal words
sound completely distorted.

If I hadn't read the play,
I wouldn't have known

-his name was Jean.
-It's not that thick an accent.

I don't know if he's
asking me to fuck him

or if he needs some water
or a cough drop.

Who cares? He's a great actor.

Do we know that, though?
How do we know that?

Read The Times.

I'm gonna have to have you

read The Times to me.

Mmm.

Yesterday's was better. Susie?

Yes, Sophie?

(sighs)
My Jell-O was disappointing.

Okay, Sophie, you have to
take a deep breath.

-(inhales)
-Now listen to me very closely.

Ugh...

This is what you wanted,
to be on Broadway

and prove you are
a serious actress.

This is what you came to me for.

So now you have to take the cork
out of your ass,

you have to open
your fucking ears,

swallow the
disappointing Jell-O,

and go out there
and do the work.

You show those assholes you
are right and they are wrong,

and then you can go to the Tonys
and completely forget

to thank me in your
acceptance speech.

I will forget to thank you.

You will be great.
Gavin will be great.

You will make Gavin great.

I will make him great, won't I?

Put that on your plate.

All right. I'll eat the Jell-O.

That-a girl.

Really getting the hang
of this shit.

-(phone ringing)
-(Susie whistling)

Hello?

Did you tell Sophie
she would make me better?

What? God, no.

I-I said she'd be made better
by you.

Oh. Well, all right then.

But did you know that she wants

-her dogs in the play?
-I did not.

-Did you know that she wants
them to have billing?
-I did not.

-With a box around their names?
-Did not know that either.

She's impossible to deal with,
did you know that?

-Taking the Fifth.
-I have to say

that in all my years
in this business,

I've worked with every drunken,
drug-addled piece of work

in a dress, male or female,
and I have never, ever met

anyone so completely
lacking in sanity.

Yeah, I think it feels
that way now

'cause you're in
the thick of it.

I did Midsummer Night's Dream

where Titania killed Oberon
with a letter opener onstage,

and that woman I would work with
again over Sophie Lennon.

Look, Gavin, her craziness,
if that's what you call it...

It is exactly what I call it.

Her craziness is also
her brilliance,

and her brilliance manifests
itself in craziness.

And the real problem here
is that her brilliance

mixed with your brilliance,

well, it's almost too much
brilliance for one production.

Almost. But there is
an even bigger chance

that the brilliance of you
causing the brilliance of her

will stun New York audiences,
bringing them to their knees,

and make your performance
one of those performances

people talk about forever,
like Gielgud's Hamlet.

Oh.

Well, when you
put it like that...

-(dogs barking)
-(groans)

I have to go,
my costars are here.

Keep calm and carry on, pal.

-Let me guess. Sophie?
-Gavin.

-About Sophie?
-Where'd you get the grub?

Leftovers from Shy.

God, fucking love
rich people food.

He has this beautiful sailboat.

It gave me the perfect chance to
finally wear the boating outfit

-I brought on tour.
-Oh, thank God.

I was getting worried.

You know, Shy's a complicated
man, but I think he likes me.

Yeah? How much?

We're becoming friends.
I have a calming effect on him.

I don't like you on a boat.

-Why not?
-Boats sink.

But they mostly don't, and
that's what makes them boats.

They get torpedoed.
They hit icebergs. No boats.

No bikes. I don't want you
riding on or in anything.

Just sit quietly
and read a Bible,

and no New Testament.

Yes, Reggie.
I'm gonna take a shower.

I don't know what that
Reggie crack meant,

but this is one hell
of a sandwich. It's so lean.

MIDGE:
This is actually Shy's
favorite room to play.

His lucky theater.

-Did you hear that, Mama?
-Hear what?

That this is Shy's favorite room
to perform in.

Perform what?

I think dinner after the show
was a bad idea.

But drinking before was genius.

Oh, excuse me, waiter,
I'd like a martini.

There's one in your hand, Mama.

Parker. Parker, these are...

A martini with olives, but the
martini's the important part.

Mama, you can order at
the table. Control your woman.

Says my daughter
before she performs her comedy.

Let's try this again.

As I was saying, Parker,
these are my parents.

-Abe and Rose Weissman.
-Hello, Parker.

-I ordered a martini. I want it.
-I will make sure you get it.

So I can only sit with you
for just a minute

-before I have to go.
-Go where?

Go do my set.

-Oh, that's still happening?
-Yes, that's happening.

Oh, bring another while
you're up. Two, actually.

Going for a record there, Mama?

-I'm just saving him
a trip, Marion.
-Miriam.

Oh, but Marion's nice, too.
Should we change it?

I wouldn't, but it's up to you.

Hey, sorry I'm late.
I got hung up on a call.

Mama, Papa, you remember Susie,
my manager?

-Yes. Hello, there.
-Hello, Abe. Hello, Rose.

-These are mine.
-Can you excuse us a second?

Well, at least you'll know where
the heckling's coming from.

They started drinking
an hour before I got to them.

Do me a favor,
keep an eye on them,

especially my mother.
Slow the gin stream.

-Yeah, I don't want to do that.
-Hey, guess what?

Susie, who gets
ten percent of my salary,

is gonna sit here
and keep you company.

-Very smooth.
-See you after my show.

(clears throat)

Well, you are in
for a treat tonight.

Miriam is getting
very comfortable up there.

Susie, you've seen her act
quite a bit, I assume.

I have, yes.

Good. I'd like you
to do it for me.

-What?
-The whole thing, word for word.

I don't want any surprises.

If I know what's coming,
I can cover my ears,

cough strategically.

Just tell me the jokes, and
if there are any hand gestures

I need to be prepared for,
do those, too.

-Susie, excuse me.
You have a call.
-Thank you, Parker.

(clears throat)
Excuse me a minute.

Susie Myerson here.

-How are you?
-I'm fine.

-And Florida?
-Florida's fine.

Wonderful.
Sophie and Gavin are having sex.

-What?
-Right now. Backstage.

Loud, violent, animalistic sex.

That's impossible.
They hate each other.

(Sophie and Gavin
moaning loudly)

Does that sound like
they hate each other?

Kind of, yeah.

(loud grunting)

Are you sure
that's not the dogs?

I am. 2:00 p.m. this afternoon,
I walked into the theater,

welcomed everyone
to the first day of tech,

and bam, off they went.

Wait, they've been at it
since 2:00?

-(sighs): Yes.
-(Sophie shrieking)

Jesus Christ,
that is disturbing.

Flower Drum Song
has complained.

Bye Bye Birdie called Equity.

There will be a hefty fine.
Any suggestions?

Well, they got to finish
eventually. Just wait it out.

The woman hasn't had anything
but Jell-O for a month.

How long can she last?

(Sophie and Gavin shouting)

(groans)
Stop doing that!

Enjoy Florida.

The stars of my Broadway show
are hate-fucking.

-So, who wants another drink?
-Oh, me. I do.

(audience laughs)

There's a new thing called
a birth control pill.

Have you heard of it?

It's just a little pill,
and when you take it,

you can have sex all you want
and not get pregnant.

However, only married women
are allowed to take it.

You know, women
who don't want to have sex.

-(laughter)
-Who says

the Food and Drug Administration
doesn't have a sense of humor.

(laughter)

1960. An interesting time
to be a woman.

You know, they say--
and by "they," I mean men--

they say that the women's vote

may just put Senator Kennedy
in the White House. And why?

Because women think he's cute.

Which I find highly offensive.

And he's extremely cute.

(laughter)

But here's my question.

Why does it have to be
either/or?

I mean,
why can't I wish he'd enact

his six-point plan
for health care

and also wish
he'd dump Jackie and marry me?

-(laughter)
-Like, does being

a modern woman mean
I have to give up being a girl?

Or liking pink? Or horses?

Or getting out of swimming
'cause I have cramps.

-(laughter)
-I mean...

I'd have been
a terrible suffragette. Right?

Don't get me wrong.
I love having the vote.

And voting. You get a pin.

And I really admire
all those women

who marched to earn that right

and protested and wore white--

which may be
their greatest sacrifice,

because white is
a very tricky color.

It washes you out, it makes you
look fat, or like a nurse,

and you can't wear it
after Labor Day

unless you're a Klansman.

(laughter)

So, here were
these heroic women,

marching for their rights,
in white, on streets,

-where there's dirt.
-(laughter)

So not only were they jailed
and force-fed and persecuted,

but the laundry!

-(laughter)
-Oy!

So, 1960.

Change is coming.
And I believe that someday

a next-generation suffragette
will wear pink and ride horses,

and an unmarried woman will take
the pill so she can have

as much sex as she wants
and not get pregnant,

-(women cheering)
-and a married woman

will just have a headache
and call it a night!

(laughter)

Ooh, what the hell?
We didn't order these.

The staff and I have
an understanding.

-Keep 'em coming, Clint.
-Hey, Rosie,

why don't you eat
a little something, huh?

Hey, Susie, why don't you
grow a few inches, hmm?

Okay. So that's where we are.

(audience laughs)

Oops.

(applause, cheering)

Well, you won't believe this,

but I am all talked out.

But you have been the greatest
audience in the world.

Thank you for making me look
good in front of my parents.

I'm sure it will change
absolutely nothing,

but I certainly appreciate
the effort.

I'm Mrs. Maisel.

-Thank you.
-(cheering, applause)

Now, as much as I'd like
to think that you're all here

just for me,
I know this is the moment

you've actually
been waiting for.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the one and only Shy Baldwin!

(cheering, applause)

(band playing mid-tempo intro)

(screams)

♪ The stars shine ♪

♪ Your eyes catch mine ♪

♪ And your light is
all I can see ♪

♪ Could there be ♪

♪ One less angel in Heaven ♪

♪ Count the one less angel
in Heaven ♪

♪ Must be one less angel
in Heaven ♪

♪ 'Cause you're here
smiling at me ♪

♪ The strings play ♪

♪ You move my way ♪

♪ I'm soaring, now I guarantee ♪

♪ There must be ♪

♪ One less angel in Heaven... ♪

What happened?
I asked you to watch her.

I failed.
I failed miserably.

-I'll say.
-She's crazy.

She's John Huston in underwire.

I don't know why she
hasn't thrown up yet.

I kept trying to get her
not to order more drinks,

and she called me
a circus freak.

Told me what my cage would
look like at the freak show.

And what kind of billing I'd get
after the dog-faced boy

but before the pinhead.

And even then, I couldn't
get her to stop drinking,

so I tried to drink her drink
before she could drink it,

and then the more I drank,
the more I forgot

what drink was her drink
and what drink was my drink,

and then
we're both ordering drinks,

and then we're both drinking,
and I am so fucked up.

You look like Siamese twins,
so you're a freak, too.

-Okay.
-And your dad,
he's not doing too good, either,

but that's mainly because
everything's too loud,

and the air conditioner's
blowing right on him.

Having fun?

I love Florida.

We should move here.

Live here. In this room.

I'm not sure
they have enough gin.

And Shy Baldwin?
Are you hearing him?

He's right there.

-He sure is.
-I'm gonna marry him.

I love you, Shy Baldwin!

Excuse me.
Do you have a warm blanket?

♪ ♪

(seabird squawking in distance)

Good morning.

Morning, Papa.
I brought breakfast.

-(screams)
-Ooh, that's much better.
Thank you.

You sure tied one on
last night, lady.

That's because someone said
no dinner till after the show.

And then someone else decided
to drink her own weight in gin.

-I do not weigh that much.
-You remember meeting Shy?

-Shy?
-Baldwin.

I didn't meet Shy Baldwin.

You talked to him for an hour.
You made him listen while you

sang his entire Christmas album
to him in Yiddish.

That's not true.

Do you remember
seeing me perform?

-No.
-I remember. I laughed twice.

I laughed four times
when I saw Red Skelton,

so you're half as funny as that.

-What's that smell?
-Eggs.

-Make them stop.
-Come on, Mama,

you must remember something
from last night,

-something I said?
-No.

I remember there were periods
of time when you were talking

and there was no laughter.

-That's called
setting up a joke.
-Well, you might want

-to lose that,
because nobody laughs.
-Good tip.

That's what I remember:
the silence.

Okay.

Though to be fair,

the last time I saw you,
it was all penis and sex

and fuck and balls
and penis and tits.

-Oh, Abe, for God's sake.
-My-my point is that

you were there
on a very clean night.

Oh, yes, lucky me.
I feel like I'm gonna die,

but at least I missed
my daughter's dirty show.

It's okay, Mama.

You'll have
one more shot at it tonight.

-What are you talking about?
-The agreement was:

-you see me perform.
-I did.

-But you don't remember it,
so it doesn't count.
-Of course it counts.

-Nope.
-I'm not seeing your act again.

You didn't see it
the first time.

If I took you to court,
you would lose that argument.

Then sue me.

I want to go home.

I miss my apartment.

My beautiful apartment.

-(groans): Oh, Mama.
-If that fucking Shy Baldwin

hadn't have called,
you'd be married right now.

Excuse me.

Relax, Papa, I've got it.

You should go do something fun.

-She's gonna be down
for a while.
-(door closes)

-Mama?
-(knocking)

-I'm coming in. Okay?
-(door opens, closes)

(both yelling)

-You gave me a heart attack!
-(laughing)

Ah, your face! Hysterical!

I'm a city dweller.

So images in the ocean
all come from monster movies.

-Oh...
-Squid from outer space

with lasers for eyes.

Godzilla and Nazi U-boats.

It was always so easy
to get you.

Oh, yes,
I am particularly gullible.

Yeah. Hello, Abe?

Upton Sinclair here.

-(laughing)
-Well, you sounded
just like him.

Not that I know
what he sounds like.

Oh, it's nice to joke around
with you again

-after all these years.
-(laughs): I have to admit,

seeing you in a swimsuit
takes some getting used to.

(laughs)
Well, it's Florida, Abe.

It's a swimsuit or nothing.

Upton Sinclair.

-Just like him.
-(chuckles)

(groans)

♪ ♪

Whoo!

ABE:
Vito Vincenzo.

-That was it!
-ABE: We were gonna unionize

the Lower East Side
fruit vendors if it killed us,

and Vito was the lone holdout.

-How we harangued that poor man.
-"How could you do this

"to your fellow fruit men?

Have you no shame, sir?"

(chuckles): We called him
"the one bad apple."

We put... we put "union" signs
on his lemons!

On each individual lemon.

We had a good deal of time
on our hands.

It's so quiet here.
Just the ocean.

ASHER:
I love it. I just love it.

You know, I always had
a hard time picturing you here.

-Why?
-You're so New York.

A man of the city.

I wouldn't survive in that city
for five minutes now.

Look at what I have here:
sun, surf,

freedom!

(both chuckle)

I open when I want;
I close when I want.

I haven't put on socks in weeks,

and every night
there's a beautiful sunset,

and I never miss it.

It's paradise.

You know...

I'm not teaching anymore.

You're kidding.
What happened?

I lost my taste for it.

It didn't seem important,
what I was doing there.

So what are you doing now?

I've been trying
to figure that out.

I've been missing the old me,
the man you knew.

I... I thought I could get
that fire back,

I could care about something,

be involved
in something meaningful.

-You know what I mean?
-I sell bait now, so no.

(Abe chuckles)

I met some young people
in a bar.

They talked a lot
like we used to talk.

Lots of jargon
and mentions of Trotsky.

Trotsky's still a thing?

They wanted to start a paper.

Everyone wants to start a paper.

-We wanted to start a paper.
-I thought

maybe I could help them
achieve their goals,

make a difference,
but... after a few weeks,

I realized they were
just a bunch of idiots.

All young people are
just a bunch of idiots.

They couldn't focus or spell

or form a coherent thought.

They think
"It's the '60s, man"

is a manifesto of some sort.

To them, all you have to do is
not bathe, and you're a rebel.

Well, there we differed.
We always bathed.

We did.
We smelled wonderful.

You really don't miss New York?

Not at all.

Have you been back?

You mean since I was blacklisted

and my last play closed
without opening?

No, no, I have not.

Things are different now.

I have a life here.

You were such
a wonderful writer.

Do you write at all?

(chuckles):
Now? No.

Why not?
After all you've been through,

-you must have
a great story in you...
-Abe.

I gave the theater all I have,
and it sent me away.

I know, I know, it...

I was one of the most successful
playwrights on Broadway.

Every one of my shows
made money.

I won the Pulitzer Prize.

The critics hailed me
as the American Chekhov.

And then one schmuck
calls me a communist,

and poof, over!

My friends-- gone.
My agent, my producer-- gone.

20 years to build a life;
two months to watch it go.

The theater broke my heart.

I wish...

there was s-something...

I could have done.

What?
Get up in front of McCarthy

and tell him
the fruit stand story?

Tell him you were a good man.
Tell him...

I wasn't a communist?

I was.

(quietly):
No.

You were a teacher.

You had a young family.

What good would it do
to take you down with me?

I would have happily taken
the chance.

I know.

You know, every night

I lock up this kiosk, I go home,

I lay in my bed, and I think...

maybe tomorrow when I go back,

it won't be there.

Someone will have stolen it,

burned it down.

Sometimes I don't even lock it.

Give the thieves
a fighting chance.

But...

every morning I get up,

and when I walk
back up the beach,

there it is.

Shining testament to my failure.

You didn't fail.

Others failed you.

A lot of those people
are still there.

In New York, in the theater.

And I wear flowered shorts
to work.

So, New York...

New York and I are done.

You know they're doing
one of my plays here?

In Miami?

Local community group.

(laughs):
Which play?

Pillar of Salt.

This is a very ambitious
community theater.

Yeah. They did a rousing
production of Bloomer Girl

last year, so I'm sure
they're very qualified.

(Abe chuckles)

You should go see it.
I'll go with you.

-We'll go together.
-Abe.

No.

Huh.

I believe we need to restock.

It's nice to see
an old friend again, Abe.

(Abe chuckles)

You're still a mensch.

Gives me hope.

Looks good.

Looks really good.

Some tables, a few chairs,

and this place is a club.

Yeah.

You want to show
a little enthusiasm there?

Home stretch, pal.

You know, Mei got me
that liquor license.

How the hell did she do that?

How the hell
does she do anything?

-She just did it.
-So?

Sometimes you need
a little help.

No.

I have to sink or swim
on my own here.

I played second fiddle to Midge
our whole marriage,

and I just can't do that again.

Then you need to start picking
different women.

-(scoffs)
-You pick conductors.

You need someone
who plays the triangle.

Triangle girls are boring.

Imogene?

Hi, honey!

-What are you...
-We just painted that. Shit.

ARCHIE:
Yeah. She does that.

Good color.

Right, honey?

We could paint the living room
that color.

Because I am...

Just as terrifying
the second time.

These are your children, Archie.

I just thought,
since you're not home anymore,

you might forget who they are
and what they look like.

And this is the reason
you have those three children.

Again,
just to jog your memory.

You don't think
you're being a little dramatic?

Am I? Maybe.
People do weird things

when they've been in isolation
for too long.

You're hardly in isolation.
Your mother's there.

The kids are there.
And, by the way,

you wrote the wrong name
on one of those pictures.

Unless you changed Eric to Pete
while I was out.

Ha! That was a test.
Thank God you passed.

-Look, Imogene...
-What do you think you have
to contribute here, Joel?

-Nothing.
-(exhales)

I'll be over there.

Can we please discuss this
when I get home?

Oh, you're coming home?
How nice. When will that be?

-Tonight.
-What time tonight?

I'm not sure.

-I want to be up.
-11:00.

-11:00. Tonight.
-Yes.

I'll powder my nose
in anticipation.

You had to bring everything down
with you, didn't you?

Imogene.

Go after her, Archie.

No.

Better to let her cool down.

I'll deal with it tonight.

You sure?

I can hit these clubs alone.

What fun would that be?

It's not for fun.
It's research.

Checking out the competition.

Oh. So no drinking.

Oh, no, there will be drinking.

But sad, un-fun drinking.

Perfect night for that.

MAN:
Nothing will be there tomorrow.

WOMAN: And the girls have
their piano lessons

-down on 12th Street.
-No pianos,

no lessons, no streets.

-WOMAN:
You're trying to scare me.
-Yes, I have to.

WOMAN:
You said the same thing when the
protestors marched in the square

and when the cinema
showed the film

about the young lovers
in French.

"It's the end of everything."

But it wasn't, was it?

MAN:
This is something
entirely different.

Not slow degeneration, now.

Complete and utter destruction
coming like lightning

in the space of an hour
by the hand of God.

-(jazz playing)
-(indistinct chatter)

Hello.

Now, this is more like it.

Much classier
than the last place.

Your feet don't stick
to the floor.

Let's put that on the list.

Clean the floor once in a while.

Whiskey, neat.

-Two of 'em.
-How much?

-Three dollars.
-For two whiskeys?

Do they come
with the distillery?

So, not a comedy club.

I'll say.

What are you doing?

Make mine a double.

You took your ring off.

It's easier
to strike up conversations

if people don't think
there's a wife at home.

There is a wife at home.

And she's gonna rename
all your children.

(chuckles)
Joel, relax.

What kind of conversations
are you hoping to strike up?

"On the town" conversations.

What are "on the town"
conversations?

Ones that aren't about kids
or with my mother-in-law.

I got this. Here you go!

Yeah, well, there won't be
much time for any conversations.

This is our last stop.

One drink, a quick once-over,
then we're home.

Sure. Sure.

Hey, buy those girls
down there a round.

(chuckles):
Hi.

-You keeping track of the time?
-Yes, I am.

-You have to be home by 11:00.
-I have a watch.

Oh, you didn't take it off?

-Just wanted to make sure.
-What, are you my mother now?

You promised Imogene
you'd be home.

If you're not,
then I'm the asshole.

-You're already a little bit
of an asshole, actually.
-How 'bout

no one's an asshole
and you get home by 11:00?

Hey, I never gave you any grief

when you went
through your Penny phase.

Oh, so now you're going
through a Penny phase?

I'm buying a couple of drinks
for a couple of girls.

-That's it.
-You're making a mistake.

(chuckles):
Oh, my God.

You should listen to me.
I'm doing you a favor.

I'm not doing anything.
Nothing!

-You're gonna fuck it all up.
-I'm not gonna fuck anything up.
I'm not you!

I never took my ring off.

I never fucked my secretary.

What the hell?

Are you crazy?!

(grunting)

(women screaming)

Hey, I'm sorry.
I am so, so sorry.

(grunting)

I am not... gonna let you...

-be late, goddamn it!
-(band stops playing)

Were you a hall monitor
in school?!

You're supposed to be home
by 11:00!

-(grunting)
-(screaming)

(grunting, shouting)

Okay. We're going.

We're going!

These are the best bouncers
we've seen so far.

I'll give 'em that.

Ah, shit.

I am terrible at this.

Is that how your nephew's feet
are shaped?

That's it. They all get
bass lessons for Christmas.

-Oh. Hi.
-OTHERS: Hey.

Tough room.

Shy's missing.

What do you mean,
Shy's missing?

He was a no-show at sound check.

He's just pulling the same
diva shit he always does.

-Remember Des Moines?
-I remember Des Moines.

But Shy wouldn't do that,
just not show up.

-Would he?
-(scoffs)

Sometimes he's just late.

Sometimes he leaves us
sitting around for hours.

Sometimes days.

-Weeks.
-BILLY: Des Moines.

But maybe something happened
to him.

Nothing's happened to him.
He's just being an asshole.

ALL:
Des Moines.

But did anybody call his room?

Or did you check the boat?

Reggie and Henry have a list
of his regular haunts.

If he wants to be found,

they'll find him.

-Fuck it. I'm going back in.
-(chuckles softly)

SLIM:
I don't know why you try.

Because this is women's work,
Slim.

-(buoy bell clanging)
-(horn blows in distance)

Shy?

Shy, are you here?

Oh, my God.

Shy?

Are you all right?
It's Midge.

Look at me.

Don't talk to strangers.

Isn't that what your mama
tells you?

(grunts)

Here.

Hold this.

You have to put the scotch down.

Oh, that is never gonna happen.

Can you move?

Are you hurt anywhere else?

Where is there a light here?

Too many questions.

Sorry.

One more question.

-What happened?
-What happened?

Well, I went out,
I met someone...

You met someone?

Who? Jake LaMotta?

Go away, Midge.

Shy, please.

Please what?
I went to a bar.

I brought someone back here.

I have to paint you a picture?

It would help.

I'm a singer, not a painter.

I don't understand.

Your face is a mess.

What kind of girl
could've done this to you?

Oh, honey.

"Oh, honey" what?

Oh.

Oh.
(exhales)

So, Monica...

Looks good in the pictures.

All the girls look good
in the pictures.

But why would...
he do this to you?

Guess he was a Chuck Berry fan.

Promised Reggie
this would never happen again.

I promised.

Hey, hey, it's okay.

Listen, we need
to get you looked at.

-No.
-You were attacked.

No. No doctors.
No one can know.

No one in the band.

They're gonna be furious
with me.

-No, they won't.
-Did they mention Des Moines?

They did not mention Des Moines.

-They will.
-They're just worried about you.

You are funny, Midge.
(chuckles)

(pained):
Shit.

Okay, if there's one thing
a Jewish girl knows,

it's when to see a doctor.

I have to get to the show.

-Shy...
-I can't miss it.

I promised Reggie.

He can't know about this.

-But...
-I mean it.

You can't tell him
you found me like this.

You can't tell anyone.

No one.

Okay.

I won't. I promise.

We'll just...

We'll fix you up.

We can go back to the hotel.
I have some makeup in my room.

Harriet, my friend at B. Altman,
taught me some tricks

about darker skin,
so I can just...

I can't go to your hotel.

What do you mean, my hotel?

This is Florida.
We don't stay in your hotels.

In Florida,
we stay in Overtown.

Fine.

Forget hotels.

Okay, you are
a very, very vain person.

I see we stopped
feeling sorry for me now.

You must have something,

some kind of makeup here
on the boat.

(grunts)

I can work with this.

(inhales)

Okay.

(breathing heavily)

All right.

Hold still.

I will fix you up.

Dwayne.

What?

My name is Dwayne.

You're going to be just fine,
Dwayne.

(indistinct chatter)

Hey, I just heard
that Shy's here.

I think.

I-I wasn't really paying
attention, so...

Stool set.

Shit. Stool set.

-Stool set.
-Stool set.

-Stool set.
-(band chattering)

Stool set. Let's go.

(indistinct chatter)

ANNOUNCER:
Ladies and gentlemen,

the Fontainebleau Hotel
is proud to present

Shy Baldwin.

(cheering and applause)

♪ No one has to know ♪

♪ I think you're wonderful ♪

♪ No one has to know ♪

♪ You're my dream come true ♪

♪ Let the world go spinning
in space ♪

♪ We'll find a place for two ♪

-Why's he doing a stool set?
-I don't know, man...

Why's he doing a stool set?

♪ So no one has to know ♪

♪ I want you ♪

♪ No one but you ♪

♪ ♪

♪ No one else can tell ♪

♪ I think you're beautiful ♪

♪ No one else can tell ♪

♪ You're my favorite view ♪

♪ Let the world all think
what they want ♪

♪ I'll wait until ♪

♪ They're through... ♪

♪ 'Cause no one has to know ♪

♪ I need you ♪

♪ No one but you ♪

♪ ♪

♪ You... ♪

Where's Papa?

He's tired.

What are you doing?

I'm sitting down with you.

-Why?
-Because I know you,

and it would be weird
if I sat over there with them.

Don't you have to perform?

No.

Change of plans.

Oh.

Oh!

Well, that's a shame.

Excuse me, sir.
Can I get some coffee?

Why not? What happened?

Well, see...

Shh. Shy is singing.

♪ Feel the same ♪

♪ No one has to know ♪

♪ We could have everything ♪

♪ No one has to know ♪

♪ That I always knew ♪

♪ Let the world do
what it does ♪

♪ You're safe with me
because... ♪

♪ I love you ♪

(typewriter keys clacking)

♪ No one but you ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ No one but you ♪

(dings)

♪ There's no one but ♪

♪ You... ♪

♪ I told you before ♪

♪ Stay away from my door ♪

♪ Don't give me that brother,
brother, brother, brother ♪

♪ The freaks on the phone ♪

♪ Won't leave me alone ♪

♪ So don't give me that brother,
brother, brother, brother ♪

♪ No ♪

♪ I ♪

♪ I found out ♪

♪ I ♪

♪ I found out ♪

♪ Now that I showed you
what I been through ♪

♪ Don't take nobody's word ♪

♪ What you can do ♪

♪ There ain't no Jesus
gonna come from the sky ♪

♪ Now that I found out
I know I can cry ♪

♪ I ♪

♪ I found out ♪

♪ I ♪

♪ I found out ♪

♪ Some of you sitting there
with your cock in your hand ♪

♪ Don't get you nowhere ♪

♪ Don't make you a man ♪

♪ I heard something
'bout my ma and my pa ♪

♪ They didn't want me
so they made me a star ♪

♪ I ♪

♪ I found out ♪

♪ I ♪

♪ I found out. ♪

♪ ♪