All language subtitles for Hit Parade Of 1943 - John Carroll, Susan Haywood, Gail Patrick

Okay,

for balance.

All right, boys.

Now, on the broadcast, I
want the reeds a little softer.

This is a string number, so
let the strings predominate.

What's next, Ronnie?

Joy's Germaine solo, it says here.

Well, haven't you located her yet?

What am I, a band manager or a detective?

I looked all over for her.

I saw her out with Rick
Farrell last night.

Oh, that explains everything.

Farrah's probably giving her
routine number five along about now.

And it's even money she's singing to
that cobra to keep her from striking.

Well, put her number in the
back of the books, boys.

And, Eddie, let me know the
minute she shows up.

Yes, sir.

Music maids in three chairs.

We'll take your song next.

All right.

Come on, kids.

You heard what the man said.

Ready, boys?

Do these old eyes
deceive me, or is it really you?

Has my old dream decided to come true?

Do these old eyes deceive me, is
this a real romance?

My foolish heart keeps
saying, take a chance.

I'm so in love with you.

It's like a touch of madness.

So bewildered, you're
such a sweet surprise.

Do these old eyes deceive me?

I don't care if they do.

I'll still go on believing in you.

Have a swell kids.

Just like that on the broadcast, huh?

Mr. Maine just came in.

Thank you.

Well, here comes Joycey now.

How are you, ma 'am?

Anybody got a benzedrine?

Where have you been?

And from the way you look,
you want to let that red fox drag you.

Do you know we've been waiting
hours here to rehearse your number?

Don't grind your teeth.

I can't stand the noise.

Come on, let's get it over with.

Look, Freddy, I've been thinking.

With what?

I, uh, I just can't do that number.

I, I, I don't feel it.

You don't have to feel it.

It's a song, not a massage.

Now, uh, here's one I can
really put my heart into.

I want to do this in
place of the other one.

A Moonlight Kiss.

Words and music by Rick Farrell.

I knew it.

I knew it!

That pouch cricket is in again!

Where is he?

I can't fire you because all the other
canaries are working in defense plans.

Where is Rick Farrell?

Call for Richard Farrell!

How are you, fellas?

Funny thing, I just
happened to be in the building.

Heard you were paging me, so I thought
I'd drop by and see what you wanted.

What can I do for you?

A moonlight kiss.

A moonlight kiss?

Yes.

Why, your slightest wish is my command.

Uh -huh.

Well, don't ask me for an
exclusive, Freddy,

because every man in
town's fighting for it.

However,

little Joyce is here to convince me that
you should have the first crack at it.

Here you are, fellas.

Orchestrations for a moonlight kiss.

Pass them around.

Miracle Publishing Company's latest contribution to the music appreciation movement.

Now listen, Rick.

Thanks a lot, Fred.

I knew you'd go forth the
minute you saw it.

Glad I had those orchestrations with me.

Quite a coincidence.

All right, you're on your way.

Brownie, I wondered when you'd cut in.

Goodness me, you were as
light as a feather.

Do you reverse?

Aw, cut it out, will you?

This is the fourth time one of our

singers dragged herself in
here with a well

-pressed corsage in one hand and
one of your tired tunes in the other.

Now take these and get out of here.

We've got work to do.

Well, that's what I'm here for.

I've got my working clothes on.

Yes, I noticed your overalls.

Now listen, you smooth
-talking, back -biting...

Ah, as a lady present.

Don't worry.

After a date with you,
she'll be reclassified.

Why, brother, you've got a low mind.

And I've got another business appointment.

Yeah, well, don't let me keep you.

Well, I'm sorry, Mr.

Main, but the fat man doesn't
want you to have any hit material.

Well...

So long, everybody.

I'll be seeing of you.

And you too, dogmeat.

...lady, but you're on fire.

Good heavens, you mean I'm burning?

Yes, but it's nothing to be excited about.

It's only a little fire.

Besides, it's very becoming.

Matches your red hair.

Is the fire out?

I have a feeling it's only beginning.

I'm sorry I spoiled you, Will.

Well, that's all right.

These things happen.

It was very clumsy of me.

Oh, no.

It's my fault.

I don't know my way around here very well.

I was looking for Studio J.

You sing, too?

A little.

Oh, yes, of course.

You sing with one of the big orchestras.

Oh, no.

I'm afraid we're all mixed up.

I write songs.

Words or music?

Both.

Well, that's funny, I...

I'm a tune and lyric man myself.

I just left Freddie Martin, and
he's considering one of my numbers.

Oh, really?

Yeah.

And tonight I'm introducing another
number I wrote with Club Rio.

Gee, I wish you could be there.

I wish I could, too.

Hey, Jill, come on!

Oh, I must leave.

Well, I'm very glad to have met you.

Me too.

Where have you been?

And who's that waiter?

Belinda, hurry!

We get the light in 12 seconds!

Okay, keep your shirt on.

Now remember, folks, we're doing this for
20 million people, so it's got to be good.

Give it all you've got.

Stand by.

Wake up!

Wake up!

Wake up, you lazy livers!

Oh, if your liver wears a frown,

and the draft o 'er turns you
down, here's a cure for all

your ills.

Try Lipwitz, little liver pills.

Liver pills.

L -I -V -E.

Are you an innocent victim of
MCL, manhole cover liver?

Have you got a pile of old iron door
handles where your liver ought to be, hmm?

If so, try those little liver pills today,
and you'll say with millions of others,

I'm just beginning to live with limp wits.

If your liver's not alive, if
you have internal jive,

throw away your cares and ills.

Buy lip quits, little liver pills.

Liver!

Liver, liver, liver,
liver, liver, liver, liver.

They're just a dime.

Phooey, I'm so full of those liver
pills, I feel like a beanbag.

Oh, that was great,
Belinda, that was great.

That's the finest singing commercial yet.

Well, meet the creator of
our little masterpieces.

This is my cousin,
Jill Wright, our producer, Mr.

Demling.

You're Jill Wright?

Why, I expected someone much older,
more the intellectual type.

Oh, please.

When did you get to town, Miss Wright?

Oh, I'm an old New Yorker.

Since this morning.

Well, you got here just in time.

Our client likes your creations to the
tune of a 13 -week contract.

Really?

Well, that's a break.

You're a lucky girl.

Oh, I hate to seem ungrateful,

but turning out those jingles
isn't my idea of a career.

I hope to get somewhere as a
composer of real songs.

Well, while you're waiting for
this opportunity...

It's arrived.

Miracle Publishing Company just sent
word they've accepted a song of mine.

That's why I came to New York.

Miracle, eh?

Now don't tell me you're
mixed up with those vultures.

Now will you believe what I told you?

I think I'll take a chance on Miracle.

I still believe in them.

Well, but look...

It's no use, Mr.

Demling, but we'll take a
rain check on that contract.

Come on.

Goodbye.

Just to keep it on a
completely insane basis,

where would you like to go
tonight to celebrate

your not signing a contract?

Oh, anywhere you think.

Well, there's a nice
little tavern on 30...

How about the Stock
Club or the El Morroco?

Oh.

Oh, is the Club Rio a smart place?

Smart?

It's positively shrewd.

Their cover charge reads
like my social security number.

Oh, I hear it's wonderful.

Okay, the Club Rio it is.

And I'll get an escort
who's big and strong

enough to be able to
walk after he pays the

check.

Come along, dear.

We won't be long, Thomas.

Yes, sir.

Good evening, Mr.

Bowden.

Hello, Jim.

Have we missed much of the floor show?

Quite a bit, sir, but you're just in
time to catch the new finale.

Tom Boomba, words and
music by Rick Farrell,

who for tonight only
will introduce his own

composition.

♪ Tambumba,

Tambumba, Tambumba, Tambumba,
tambumba, tambumba, tambumba, tambumba,

tambumba, tambumba, tambumba.

Lindy, that's him!

So that's Rick Farrar.

Why, he's the puppeteer!

I felt my heart on the
night when we parted,

Kamboomba, Kamboomba.

And that's my phone.

I thought it sounded familiar.

Has he anything to do with the
Miracle Publishing Company?

Rick Farrell is Miracle
Publishing Company.

Kamboomba, I heard the
wheels softly sighing

as my heart was crying,

I'm Boomba,

I'm Boomba

Tonight in the music of the sea

A rhapsody,

a song I know the melody of

Humbug!

I'm lonely.

Humbug!

They're certainly doing
right by your little number.

They're not doing right by me.

100 witnesses are bad.

She's right.

I'd like to meet the young man who

wrote that song and let
him thank you himself, Mr.

Rick Farrell.

I want to thank you for the way you
received my little number tonight.

Your enthusiasm and applause is a

sort of encouragement a
struggling songwriter needs.

I just want to say that I had a great

dream in my heart all during the long
days I spent writing this number.

And tonight, that dream has come true.

Thank you again.

Well, shall we bring Mr.

Farrell out of his dream?

Let's go.

Oh, no.

I'll take care of that
great composer myself.

Nice going, Farrell.

Thank you, Mr.

Cole.

Well, how do you do, Miss Jarrett?

Good evening, Mr.

Farrell. I enjoyed you very much.

I'm glad you did.

Sit down.

You really put it over.

Well, I have a feeling you and I are
going to do a lot of business together.

Is that so?

Why not?

A man with all your floor shows and

bands would have a sparkling
organization for a private genius.

When do I move in?

Well, just keep turning
him out like that one.

I'll take good care of you.

Well, that's all I want to hear.

Thanks a lot.

Good night.

Modest fellow, but that boy
really has talent, Tony.

I'm glad that friend of yours, the
orchestra, pointed him out to you.

I could use the sort of numbers he writes.

I'm so happy he came
through for you, darling.

Do you mind if a lady takes a
moment to put on a new face?

What's the matter with the old face?

I'll only be a minute.

Good evening, Mr.

Farrell. I enjoyed you very much.

I'm glad you did.

Well, how does it feel to be a success?

Well, Tony, I feel no pain thanks to you.

This is only the beginning, darling.

I already

have Mr.

Cole believing that you're his protégé.

Oh, you wonderful...

I'll meet you at the usual
place at the usual time.

I think I'm going to have one of my

usual headaches and we'll go
somewhere and celebrate, mind -read it.

Bye now.

My,

my, you certainly have changed.

Why, you're a split
personality with a left hook.

I wrote that song,
only I called it Remember.

Remember?

Oh, you're the girl.

My name is Jill Wright.

Now what have you got to say?

Hi, Jill.

Look,

are you going out there and tell those

people who really wrote
that song or shall I do it?

Well, it's a little quiet inside here,
there's too much excitement outside.

This is nothing to what it will be.

Well, you can say that again.

Where do you think you're taking me?

Well, we can straighten
this whole thing out.

Go ahead, I'm listening.

Well,

would you believe that this is the first

time in my life that I've
ever borrowed a melody?

No, I wouldn't.

Well, are we?

Do you believe that you got a break when

I took your mediocre run of the middle tune and lavished my brilliant lyric on it?

Brilliant lyric!

Why, all you did was change one
word from remember to tambourine.

Ah, but that's what did it.

It was the Latin flavor.

Now I'm going right out there and
tell everybody you're a thief.

You're not going to get away with it.

Do you understand that?

That's enough, lady.

Too much pounding toughens you.

I've had enough of this.

Oh, now, wait a minute.

Let's face it.

You heard those people out there tonight.

They loved it.

Yes, my work, and you're
taking all the bows for it.

Well, don't you realize that I'm the
perfect outlet for your material?

Come on, we can work together.

I need a collaborator.

Collaborator?

What you need is an accomplice.

Look, lady, this is the big
chance you've been waiting for.

You going down?

I can make your dreams come true.

Where are we going?

Why, with me, you're
going right to the top.

You going down, lady?

Shh.

Why, to name Rick Farrell alone
means a free ride to the hit parade.

You and I will write the songs
together, I'll put them over.

Of course, they'll have to be in my name.

Are you suggesting I ghostwrite for you?

Well, what's wrong with that?

You'll be the girl behind the
man behind the hits.

Why should I?

Yeah, why should she?

You haven't forgotten that I wrote
one of the greatest hits of all time.

Yeah?

Yeah!

And what's more, the public
will never forget it.

Because it's pure musical Americana.

What's the name of this
great American folk song?

Yeah, what is it?

Down in the meadow in the itty bitty pool

Fem -fy little fiddies, and a
mommy -fiddy too.

Fem said the mommy -fiddy.

Oh, so he's the guy, huh?

I stopped working for the Miracle
Publishing Company this morning.

I don't get it.

Turning down a legitimate contract to
ghostwrite for that feral character.

Well, I guess people are
crazier than anybody.

It's really a break for me, Lindy.

He has something I've been trying to
get ever since I started to write.

He has a good outlet.

So has a drainpipe, but
who wants to wind up there?

What are you going to get out of it?

Oh, I'll get paid off.

I'm going to feed that egomaniac
some of my copyrighted material.

Then when he's fat with success,

I'm going to prove to the world
who really wrote these songs.

You've mapped out quite a future for Mr.

Farrell.

He deserves everything he's going to get.

Uh -oh, and it's time he
started getting it.

Oh, let me have the last
eight again, please.

When the eyes

of evening looks

on green woods and winding brooks.

Say, do these old ears deceive me or
did that really come from you?

Oh, you like that, huh?

It's beautiful, a word painting.

Now we're harmonizing.

Come on, let's get the rest of it
down while you're in the mood.

Nothing doing.

I can't dig up Henry Wadsworth
Longfellow just for that.

Tell me honestly, Mr.

Farrell, where did the three
little fishes come from?

Three little fishes?

The truth.

From my sister's little kid?

And they fam and they
fam all over the dam.

Oh, now wait a minute.

You don't really believe that, do you?

I'm waiting to be convinced otherwise.

And I'm still hungry.

Janey, come in here and bring your book.

At least you'll get something
written if it's only a letter.

We're going to show Miss Wright
how we operate, under pressure.

Do you think that's safe?

Now here's a little
invention all of my own.

I call it the Miracle Lyric Master.

Murder, ain't it?

Now take that tune of yours,
it's, uh, we'll call it a ballad.

Gee, thanks.

Well, we'll start right here.

Holiday, novelty, hillbilly,
religious, western, ballad.

There you are.

There are the titles.

I found love.

Was it love?

Could it be love?

Will I find love?

I found love.

You brought me love.

There, let's put it down.

You brought me love.

There's a title that hasn't been
used for at least six months.

The flight is number ten, number eight.

It's like we're headed due
south without a compass, too.

There you are.

We're ready to go.

Janie, take a lyric.

Jill, pound a groaner.

And I thought Orson Welles was terrific.

Now, take love.

Take dove.

Then you add a phrase like, uh...

Like, uh...

Stars above.

You got that?

I've got that in the files.

All right, we'll go from there.

Take, uh...

Take jewel.

And then you take, uh...

Moon.

Then he'll steal an old familiar tune.

A Rick Farrell special.

I'll overlook that last remark.

And we'll take a phrase
like, uh, skies are blue.

Sounds a little bit hammy,
what do you think?

Not at all.

Why, Sonny Boy loves his mammy.

And any old lyric's good enough for you.

Don't put that down.

Then you take sigh, and then you take cry.

How about the usual honey
bunch and sweetie pie?

Oh, that's fine.

That's good.

You forgot those wedding bells.

Oh, that's fine.

That's the kind of stuff that sells.

Then you wind the whole thing up with
baby, and then you've got it.

You only have 28 bars.

So what?

Add true and blue and I love you.

Now that's how to write a song.

Get that done, and I'll take you to lunch.

Hey, Pat.

Wait, wait, wait.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Just a minute, Ray.

Well, is she a one -song wonder?

Don't let on, but that little
redhead's really a tunesmith.

With my lyrics and her melodies, we'll live a la la on a hit parade, nothing flat.

Don't get excited.

You know, she's only a dame, and
dames are not dependable.

Even on a piano.

Will you stop worrying here?

Call Tony and tell him
I'll see her tonight.

Take love, take dove.

Add a phrase like stars above.

Take moon, take June.

Steal an old familiar tune.

Maybe it may sound hammy.

Mentioning skies of blue.

Oh, sonny boy loves his mammy.

Ipsy Pipsy is the drink for you.

Take sigh, take cry.

Honey Bunch and Sweetie
Pie take wedding bells.

That's the kind of stuff that sells.

Wind it all up with baby.

Baby, you can't go wrong.

We're true and blue and I love you.

That's how to write a song.

How do you like it?

We're terrific!

We've done it again!

Hey, what's my hurry?

Second ending.

That's not the way to write a song.

Pardon me.

All right, we'll write it over.

Tonight.

What do you say?

Well, I...

Eric, I hate to break up what looks like
the beginning of a beautiful friendship,

but I'd like to have a little talk with
you before I put in that call.

Oh, yeah.

Okay.

Look, Jill.

You run along and have
lunch because I've got

to stay here and clean up a lot of things.

I'll phone you and we'll dream up a
little gay abandon for the night.

What do you say?

You're the boss.

I'm on your payroll.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Oh, so that's what you were doing.

Well, you do have some talent, don't you?

You'll find out.

Well, there goes the first worry I've had.

Except starving.

You're always worrying
about my girlfriends.

I don't ask you to
handle them for me, do I?

This girl's smart.

She knows all she has to do is
help you build up a name.

Spill the beans and then, blowy, we can give the rest of our blood to the Red Cross.

Hey, Mac.

You and I have been
partners for a long time.

Have you ever known a girl that could
throw enough curbs to strike me out?

No, I haven't.

But this baby's different.

She's got more than just
curbs, she's got brains.

I know she's smart and
ambitious and quick on the uptake.

But I also know she's a woman.

Ah, women!

Women!

Always in my hair, but never in my arms.

Hey, what about Tony tonight?

Tony? Yeah.

Call her up and tell her I'm so wrapped up

in a new number that I
can't even talk to her.

Uh, tell her I'm
writing the lyrics tonight.

I get it.

And that's how to write a song.

Like me?

Mm -hmm.

I see the whole effect.

Think my boss will be pleased?

You're going to a lot of
trouble to commit a murder.

It reminds me of my school days when I

used to hold a boy's
hand for fun instead of in

self -defense.

I'm taking the offensive tonight, Lindy.

Step number one is my tenderizing process.

I'm going to help him fill
himself up to the brim with success.

Then we pull the plug and watch Mr.

Big go down the drain.

And a character like that
should leave quite a ring.

You know, Jill, there's only
one thing that worries me.

Hmm?

From what you tell me of
Rick Farrell, he's no chump.

He's bound to smell a double
-cross, even against the wind.

Oh, I know he's
smart and on to all the angles.

But I also know he's a man.

I'll get it.

Yes?

Oh, yes, ask Mr.

Farrell to wait.

Miss Wright will be down in a minute.

Well, he's waiting.

Good.

Here, I'll help you.

Oh, no.

Oh, let him help me.

I'm going to keep him so busy charming

me he's going to be in another world
before he feels the knife in his back.

Now you're talking, like that
red hair belonged to you.

There's a little extra ammunition.

Mm, nice.

Where are you going?

Oh, I imagine we'll
wind up at his apartment.

The home team usually
gets the choice of feels.

Yes.

Good evening, Mastering House.

Good evening, sir.

May I?

Oh, thank you.

I must apologize for the
way the place looks.

After all, we weren't
expecting this lovely company.

Oh, it's mighty cozy.

I'm glad you like it.

Well, well, look at that.

Westinghouse is the perfect butler.

He anticipates my every wish.

Will there be anything else, sir?

Not at the moment, Westinghouse.

I'll give you a penny copy
royalty for your thoughts.

I'm afraid I'd be cheating you.

You comfortable?

Very comfortable.

Thank you.

From the way that big ape is grinning,
we're not going to be comfortable long.

So, this is the little girl
Mac has been worrying about.

Fido, she says the wine
bubbles tickle her nose.

They tickle.

We hit that one on the head, didn't we?

Hey, pal.

Aren't you forgetting something?

you

Don't you think it's a
little glaring here?

His next move will be to
turn down the lights and say,

bright lights and champagne don't mix.

Now, please don't misunderstand.

What I feel the least we can do is to
cooperate with our air raid warden.

Don't you think so?

Mm -hmm.

Well, we were close.

Same old routine.

He's just modernized the lyrics.

Well, ten to one, her next remark will be,

aren't you rushing things a bit?

Did anyone ever tell you that
you had lovely eyelashes?

Hey, wait a minute!

Who's woman who?

Well, uh, would you like a little music?

Soft music.

You're on your own now.

Uncle Oz's bedtime story.

Once upon a time there was a big wolf.

His inviting smile covered a black heart.

What's the matter, too biographical?

Come on, tell me all about the big wolf.

Well, I...

I wouldn't know anything
about the breed myself.

Gee, but your eyes are beautiful.

And big, too.

The better to see you with, my dear.

Oh, now, stop kidding.

You're even lovelier
than you were last night.

You grow old gracefully, don't you?

Those velvet lips.

Those fingertips.

Rick,

do you think a girl should obey her impulses no matter how stupid they seem to her?

Why, honey, I adore a girl
who obeys her impulses.

I'm glad you feel that way.

Well, now, come on, you tell
her what that impulse is.

Oh, you'll think I'm awful.

Oh, no, I won't.

I want to make some coffee.

You want to make some coffee?

At a time like this?

Why not?

Where's the kitchen?

There.

Oh.

Oh, hello, miss.

You know, I'm sorry.

I ain't really the butler.

I was just helping out...

Don't apologize.

I just hope you're getting
paid for doubling in brass.

Oh, sure.

Mr. Farrell's gonna publish
one of me songs for me.

You too, huh?

Yeah.

Shake.

It's nice to meet a fellow sucker.

Are you a lyricist?

Oh, no.

I just make with the words.

I make them up in my own head, too.

That's more than I can say for your boss.

Tell me, is your tune a
ballad or a foxtrot?

I don't know.

It just oozes with sentiment.

I call it, When the Autumn
Leaves Are in the Gutter.

Oh, lovely thought.

Well, you hear the rest of it.

When the autumn leaves are in the gutter

Never again will they flutter.

They remind me of me mother, of
which there'll never be another.

And when the spring...

That's right. That's pure sentiment.

It is touching, ain't it?

It certainly is.

Hello, darling.

Gimme.

Matt called and said you were going to be
working on a new number, so I thought I'd

stop by on my way to the
club and see how you were doing.

Oh, fine, fine.

Great.

What's wrong with your voice?

Oh, it's a little nervous condition.

Laryngitis.

Oh, my poor baby.

You've been working too hard.

Come on, play the new number for me.

Oh, I can't.

I'm trying to think.

Trying to think up a new line.

Oh, are you in a spot?

Oh, wait a...

Oh, there you are.

Then I won't interrupt my little genius.

Did you see my cigarette case?

It was a little present from Mr.

Cole, and I wouldn't want him to miss it.

I left it here the afternoon we rehearsed.

Well, I'll find it and send it to you.

Oh, no, I don't want to upset you.

No, you do.

You'll be late for your show.

No, you go right on working.

I'll find it myself.

I'll help you. Come on.

I can't hear a thing you're saying.

Go ahead.

Oh, I say, look in the bathroom.

Oh.

Here we are.

What's the matter,
have you got a headache?

It's the month, you know.

I can't stand this any longer.

What?

Do you want to jeopardize
our whole future?

No, of course not.

Well, then you've got to go now.

But I don't understand, Ricky.

How can I write my beautiful melodies

while you run around here
looking for a cigarette case?

A gift from another man?

But you know my feelings for Mr.

Cole.

Feelings?

What do women know about feelings?

Can I help it if I'm sensitive?

Go now.

Go back to your work here, Myra.

Leave me to my music.

Perhaps a beautiful melody
will come out of all of this.

Oh, hi, Ricky.

You're jealous, aren't you?

Well...

Pick me up after the show?

I'll be there with a song on my lips.

Then we'll come back here and look for
cigarette cases all over the joint.

Oh...

Goodbye.

Leave me.

What was that?

That was me.

An idea breaking through.

Oh, goodbye.

What's the idea of locking that door?

Who, me?

Why, the latch must have caught her.

You make one more move like that and
your songwriting career is over.

Oh, I assure you it'll never happen
again, so now I'll work in your place.

I didn't find any aspirin.

What's more, I don't think you need it.

You look like the cat
that swallowed the canary.

Well, not exactly, but the
canary's swallowed something.

Well, let's pick it up with the left door.

We can play the piano.

Play something soothing.

I need it.

Maybe I'd better play a
little hurry music.

You know, where the girl gets
out just in the nick of time.

Oh, but she doesn't.

It's too late. It's too late.

Much too late.

I'm sorry I lost my temper.

It's all right.

Red hair and tempers go together.

How will I remember?

It's just that things are happening a bit

too fast for a little
girl from the country.

She meets a man.

He steals her song.

He talks very fast and
convincingly and smiles.

Oh, so charmingly.

Maybe it's time I

was leaving He's dying to
turn out the light

It's very upsetting

cause I'm not forgetting

who took me home last night.

It all seems a little

bit crazy like a
blizzard in summer weather.

My mind seems a little bit hazy.

I just can't put the pieces together.

Maybe I got too romantic.

Maybe the moon was too bright.

When did we break up, and
who smeared my makeup?

Who took me home last night?

I looked in the mirror this morning.

Oh, I was a miserable sight.

Say, who was my envoy?

Did I have a convoy?

Who took me home last night?

The night was as bright as a penny,

and he gave me a kiss or two,

but maybe I had one too many.

Did I like it?

I wish that I knew.

I've got a sneaking

suspicion someone was holding me tight.

I liked what he did, or
rather what we did.

We really did all right,

but who took me home last night?

Great, great.

You know, Tony, it really
shouldn't be so obvious.

Some people might
get the wrong impression.

Why, she makes every man in the room feel
as though she's singing directly to him.

But you're the lucky man, Mr.

Cole.

Well, it certainly went over.

I guess you've done it again.

Oh, he's done it again, all right.

Well, to tell you the truth, I
don't deserve all the credit.

Why, Rick...

Miss Jarrett makes the song sound
even better than it really is.

Oh, isn't he the honest boy, Mr.

Cole? He has such high standards.

Well, I'm proud of you tonight, Rick.

Well, thanks.

Now, if you'll pardon me,

I'd like to call my partner and
tell him how my song went over.

Well, of course, but if your ears burn,
you'll know somebody's talking about you.

I'll bet you're mighty fond of him.

Fond is hardly the word, Mr.

Cole.

Make an ideal couple.

A boy like Farrell needs a sound,
sensible girl like you.

You know, from the
moment I first met Vicki,

somehow gave me the idea that he
just couldn't get along without me.

Dear silly boy.

What's wrong?

No power drive sensation?

Just who was the moon -eyed
creature at the table?

Oh, so that's it.

You don't trust me, huh?

I'm crazy about you, but
I'm not crazy, period.

Well, tune up that
beautiful smile of yours,

because the lady in question is
what is known as a decoy.

You don't look that way at a duck, my boy.

Well, I just brought her
along for the benefit of Mr.

Cole.

I want you to think that I
have a girlfriend of my own.

You know, will you stop worrying?

She's on our side.

Give me.

The flying tigers should do as well.

You'd better get
back to the table, darling.

I'll be along in a moment.

Right.

I certainly don't want our Mr.

Cole to steal my gal.

Well, say, you're a lucky man yourself.

Miss Wright's not only
charming, she's brilliant.

Is he, Ricky?

Well, uh, she does know a few things.

Oh, Tony, dear, I'd like to
have you meet Miss Wright.

She's a great friend of Mr.

Farrell.

How do you do?

Oh, I'm so glad to meet you, Miss Wright.

You know, Farrell, I've been wondering,

could you write me a
number for my new show,

The Club Plantation?

You know, something with a
Harlem background.

Did you say Harlem?

Yes.

Well, what a coincidence.

I have exactly what you're looking for.

It's got Hallerman every beat.

Why, Ricky, you've been holding out on me.

Why, Jilsy,

you mean to tell me you've forgotten
that number I played for you last...

this morning?

You know that number.

You remember that number.

Oh, you mean that number.

Yes, of course.

It's exactly what you want, Mr.

Cole.

I'll have it in your office
tomorrow about 10 o 'clock.

I don't see how you do it.

Oh, it's no mystery to me.

Well, I'm afraid I'll
have to take you home, Gilsy.

Why?

Oh, because I have some changes to make.

You know, the old final polish?

Of course, of course.

I'll expect you at ten in the morning.

I'll be there with the new St.

Louis blues under my arm.

Good night.

Good night.

Nice going, honey.

When there's work to be
done, it's we and us.

Come on, partner.

The dawn is cracked.

Dawn.

Morn, morn, up Harlem way
from night till morn, morn,

give me something that rhymes with morn.

Corn, brother, corn.

Thanks a lot.

You're a great help.

How about, no, you wouldn't like it.

Cotton.

Cotton.

Down at the cotton club,
they don't pick cotton, cotton.

It rhymes with.

Don't tell me.

I know what it rhymes with.

Oh, well, you're improving.

Well, why don't you come
through with something?

Do I have to do all the work?

Well, aren't you the
brains of this outfit?

After all, I wasn't the one who
promised to deliver the new St.

Louis Blues by 10 o 'clock.

Pushing sand.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Who's that?

Willie the janitor.

Willie, will you shut up?

We're working in here.

Uh, uh, yes.

Rick, who's Toni Jarrett?

Oh, she's old Mrs.

Jarrah's little girl, Tony.

And a gal with a great
ambition to become Mrs.

Bradley Cole.

You're sure Mr.

Cole is our only ambition?

Isn't he enough?

With his drag in dough, he'll put
her right up on top, and us too.

We're lucky.

Why?

I just wondered.

What time is it?

Five o 'clock.

And I got until ten to
revolutionize the music business.

Would you pardon me while I go
outside and strangle Willie?

I'll take care of Willie.

Nothing must disturb genius at work.

You're Willie?

Yes, I'm weary,
Willie, a victim of fatigue.

That rhythm doesn't
sound very tired to me.

Hey, what did you mean by that last part?

You like my dancing?

Uh -huh.

That's the latest of the
latest of Lennox Avenue, eh?

They call it pushing sand.

Pushing sand?

Mm -hmm.

Let's see some more.

Come on, baby.

Well, uh, stand back.

It starts off kind of slow and easy.

Yeah, sure, come on, let's go.

Wait a minute, you're
going to miss the good stuff.

I'm on fire.

I'm in the groove.

Eyes cooked.

Don't let this throw
you, but I have an idea.

You're going to have an idea.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Harlem, pushing Zan.

Yeah, the Harlem Sandmans.

That's it.

The Harlem Sandman.

Come on, Rick.

Let's go to work.

We want you to be to see the new baby.

The Harlem Sandman.

It's a swell title, Rick.

Let's see now.

He's the Harlem Sandman.

Yeah, that's good.

What's he do?

He comes around while you count sheep.

Count Basie.

Willie, Willie, Willie.

That's it, Rick.

Listen.

He makes you count Basie
instead of counting sheep.

Yeah, why, son, we're boilin'!

Well, must my ear and call me Beethoven!

I'm the presiding physician at the
birth of the blues!

Hee -hee!

There's a Pied Piper in Harlem

Who steals every boy and gal away

Got a face like Mr.

Jordan,

and a voice like Mr.

Calloway.

Wrapped in a shroud of a
snowy white cloud,

he meets a crowd of fowl too.

You let him out,

you'll see him out,

on Lennox Avenue

He's the

Harlem Sandman on a Harlem

He comes around nightly, and
lightly sings the blues.

When the Harlem Sandman
rocks you in your sleep,

he makes you count Basie
instead of counting sheep.

He don't sprinkle sand in your eyes.

Crazy as it seems, he
sprinkles sand in your shoes

So you can go dancing in your dreams

When your head starts
jumping and your feet is dead

It's time to meet that Harlem slam man

Man, you ought to be in bed

That was a killer, but man alive!

Keep the jive bomber jumping under 35.

Okay, Sandman, but slap my hand.

I got to get back to the ferry command.

Well, all right.

Solid, Pete.

I'm the Harlem
Sandman, on a Harlem cruise,

I comes around nightly and
lightly sings the

blues.

And that Harlem Sandman rocks you in
your sleep, he makes you count,

Basie, instead of

I

I don't sprinkle sand in your eyes,

crazy as it seems I sprinkle
sand in your shoes and

You can go dancin' in your dream.

Let's leave these peasants to
their earthy humor.

We'll go where I can thank
you in a manner befitting an angel.

What for?

Why, that was a mighty fine tune
you whipped up on your little harp.

Oh, I can write music to those words.

Then tell me there's an enchanted...

I hear tell there's an enchanted
spot just across the lane

where there's a willow tree, a
bench, and a conventional moon.

You feel reckless?

Is this another lyric, or
just another line?

Well, let's find out.

Well, Farrell, that Harlem
number was all you said it was.

Well, thanks a lot.

Can you spare him for a
few moments, Miss Wright?

We have a little business to talk over.

Why, certainly, Mr.

Cove. His future is my future, too.

I'll be right with you.

You wait for me under that willow tree.

In the meanwhile, catch a few
moonbeams in your hair to match your eyes.

Mommy said I gotta stay and
pick these here chickens.

Me, the captain of the
junior color commandos.

Captain of what?

The junior color commandos.

Oh, what do you do?

We track down spies and saboteurs.

My, but you're brave.

We work at night on account when the enemy
see us, he think we just ain't there.

Well, captain, you go right
ahead and join your men.

I'll pick the chickens for you.

You will, Anna?

Why, sure, women must do their share, too.

After all, this is war.

Gee, thanks!

I'll be back soon as I catch me a spy!

You tried to deceive me, or is
that really you?

Come on!

Do these old eyes deceive me?

Is this a real romance?

My foolish heart keeps saying,

take a chance,

I'm so in

love with you,

it's like a touch

of madness, so bewildered,

you're such a sweet surprise.

Do these old eyes deceive me?

I don't care if they do.

I'll still

go on

believing in you.

I'm just a line.

Whoever wrote that
lyric was reading my heart.

Don't these

old eyes deceive me?

Has my old dream decided to come true?

Don't these old eyes deceive me?

Is this a real romance?

Foolish heart keeps saying, take a chance.

I'm so in love with you,

it's like a touch of madness.

So bewildered, you're
such a sweet surprise.

I'll still go

on believin' in you I'll

bless you anyhow and goodnight, right?

I paid the check.

Mac didn't want to break a defense stamp.

Hey, take it easy with that
bleached bunny, I read it.

Have you been in a pillow fight?

See here, my moonlit Madonna.

That character is no good.

He's no good starting from so close to

the ground that that's where
they get the word healed.

He's an arrogant, conceited, smug mug.

He is the cheap crook.

P .S.

He is also a wolf.

And you are going to
fatten him up, skin him,

and then hang his pelt
out to dry, remember?

Listen to me, Jim.

What I want to know is,
who's pulling who's...

Hmm?

Mm -hmm.

Mm -hmm.

That's great dialogue.

Film cast of characters.

Mm -hmm.

What time is it?

Jill!

Jill!

A change

of heart,

for no good

reason A change of heart,

like a change of season

Yesterday was autumn,

all the trees were bare.

Seem to

change your mind.

Yesterday was winter, all minds

are changed apart.

I love it!

I heard it, kid.

It's great.

Look at me.

Are you sure I'm the same
Rick Farrell you used to know?

Well, I'm sure, but if you're not, you
better look at the initials in your hat.

They should be RF.

But don't you notice any difference?

No.

There must be.

Look in my eyes.

What do you see?

Bloodshot.

That's honesty.

Uh -oh.

Hope it ain't catching.

I have just been hit with the
delicate impact of a ten -ton truck.

Accident?

Yeah, an accident.

I'm in love.

For days I've had a peculiar, annoying
feeling inside here that's been...

Oh, you got gas.

Take a spoon of this.

No, Mac.

It's love, and it's sensational.

Is that all?

You know, you had me worried.

For a second, I thought you
said you'd turned honest.

I have.

Did you hear that song?

Did I?

If ever a tune had hit parade written
into every bar, that's it, brother.

Congratulations.

You've done it again.

Correction.

Jill's done it again, and this time
she's going to get credit for it.

When that song lands on a hit parade,
I'm going to put her name on it.

It'll be my wedding present to her.

What?

What did you say?

I've been in this
business for 20 years and

I've never seen one tune do
this for a publisher.

Harder, sir?

Not me, I'm paying for it.

Well, did you just get here?

I'm glad to see you, I
keep kidding myself.

You better hang on to that herring,
it'll come in handy on meatless Tuesdays.

Where's Jill?

Where's the bar?

Food's free, too.

Congratulations, Fred.

Thanks a lot.

Well, studio of Mr.

Rick Farrell.

Are you impressed?

Beyond words.

Lady, you ain't seen nothing yet.

I give up.

Where is it?

Where's what?

Your lyric master.

Oh, I don't use that anymore.

I've made contact.

Uh -huh.

What's the verdict?

Well, it's a little on the
Flash Gordon side,

but then if you must express yourself...

Well, the piano's modest.

Honestly, Victor, you think
you're splurging a bit too soon.

When this song lands on a hit parade,

it'll pay for this joint a
thousand times over.

Uh -huh. When?

All it needs is a couple of more
coast -to -coast plugs, and we're in.

The finance company has failed me.

Why haven't you?

I have.

Oh, that's all I need to hear.

Darling, don't you ever stop
believing in Santa Claus.

Because he's going to bring
you a present very soon.

What is it?

Ah, that is a secret between my
bearded friend and myself.

You know, somehow I just can't picture
you all alone in this big office.

I'm not going to be alone.

What are you going to do?

I'll show you.

Miss Wright, take a lyric.

Yes, sir.

Are you ready?

Wait a minute, I'm in the wrong position.

That's better.

Now.

Take blue.

And true.

And I love you.

That's how to write a song.

Oh,

hello.

Oh, hello, Mac.

I thought I'd like to see the new offices.

Even though I didn't find an
invitation in my mailbox.

You didn't?

Well, I wonder how that happened.

Well, things haven't been the same
since Jim Farley quit, have they?

As a matter of fact, I haven't
noticed Rick around lately either.

No? Well, he's been so darn
busy with the change of heart.

He's determined to make the hit parade.

Well, isn't that what
you've always wanted?

He'll make it, that's a hit song.

You ought to put him
right on top for keeps.

Do you know, it's about time
Rick was taken out of circulation.

What do you mean?

Well, he can afford a wife now,

and I shall be very happy to
recommend her to him personally.

Oh, then you know all about it.

Well, why shouldn't I?

Oh, don't you know that
he's already set to date?

Yep.

The wedding bells will
ring out for him and Jill

just as soon as Change of
Heart lands on the hit parade.

Ain't that awful?

Hey, that's good stuff.

Yes, I know, but...

I'd like to congratulate the bride.

Oh, there she is.

Come on, I'll take you over.

Oh, no.

No, I want to see her alone.

Hi Lindy, having fun?

No.

Here's to your happiness.

Thanks.

I'm loaded with it.

Hello there.

Miss Jarrett.

Hello. I think that's the loveliest
thing Ricky's ever written, don't you?

Mm -hmm. The words especially.

Do you know them?

Oh, I should know them.

And I've enough girlish enthusiasm left to
adore the big luck for writing them.

For me.

Oh, don't you know, the
melody goes like this.

It's a nice tune.

Not exactly my idea of a
wedding march, but...

Oh, there I go.

Trust a woman not to keep a secret.

Why should it be a secret to me?

Oh, I'm so stupid.

After all, you are our little decoy.

Isn't that what Ricky called you?

But he insists that we wait until
our number makes the hit parade

before we start shouting it
from the housetops.

Oh, he didn't tell you, did he?

Why that big oaf, and after
all you've done for us.

Excuse me.

Why the coat?

I'm leaving.

What's the matter with you?

Oh, Lindy.

Oh, come on now.

Tell me all about it.

Come anytime, you're always welcome.

Thanks.

Tony.

Hello, Rick.

You might at least have sent me an invitation to come and inspect the new offices.

I've already inspected your bride -to -be.

Oh, you know that.

Don't be dull, darling.

The only thing I can't understand is why

you couldn't get up
enough nerve to tell me.

Come on, tell me how it happened.

And what she has that I'd
break my fool neck to have.

I hate to be one of those I
told you so characters, Jill.

But all I can say is, I told you so.

I'm acting stupid about this.

If what she said is true, I
ought to hear it from Rick.

Are you going back and
listen to more of that?

I can't say it I'm a lady.

It's love and it's real.

If I could explain or tell you how it

happened, well I wouldn't
have to write songs for a living.

Now I'm going to tell

you something.

I'm going to do everything

in my power to make you happy, darling.

A little decoy.

Oh, Jill.

Wait a minute.

You better look at your back.

There's a knife in it.

I've already told her the things
every young bride should know.

Did you think you could use me to

get your songs across while you played
patty cake with that fresh -faced kid?

I've just taken care of your love life.

And now, with the help of Mr.

Bradley Cole, I shall
take care of your career.

In short, it's over.

This is Jay McClellan Davis.

Look, Phil, when you needed a favor, I
came through for you, didn't I?

Sure you did.

Well, all this song needs is one
more plug and I'm on the hit parade.

But I can't plug Change
Your Heart for you.

Why?

Cole sent word to put it in the
back of the book and forget it.

Sorry.

And I'd like to plug it on my broadcast.

But Mr.

Bradley Cole books all my
nightclubs and dance dates.

And that old eating routine has
gotten to be a habit with me.

You know how it is.

Yeah, I know how it is.

Sorry, Rick.

Aw, come on, Glenn, you just gotta do it.

All I need is one more plug.

But you don't know what it means to me.

No, I'm not sore.

That's the way it is,
you can't do anything about it.

Well, so long, pal.

You are my last chance.

Goodbye.

Change the decision.

Why don't you change that program?

I'm so darn sick of music.

And here we are going into the second

quarter hour of our coast -to
-coast Bonds for Victory broadcast.

with the top artists of the radio waiting
to entertain you your pledge for a war

bond entitles you to request any song and
artist you want to hear so come on

mr. and mrs.

America let's go it's New York's
turn now so go to your phone call

Chadwick 7 1 6 6 0 and make your request
for a bond for victory here's one just

came in mrs.

Olive whiting of New York City you
got a dirty hunch this is gonna

It's going to cost me money.

Checking account?

4200 in the savings account.

That's only 6 ,000 bucks.

Only 6 ,000 bucks?

Oh, I'm getting hysterical.

Only 6 ,000 bucks.

Say, are you running a fever?

Laugh and tell me.

Come on, give me.

Give you what?

Everything you got I can turn into cash.

We'll start here.

Oh, now, Rick, now, hey, hold on.

Rick, now, next, will you?

At home, where the calls are pouring in.

Vox for victory program.

Vox for victory program.

Just a moment, please.

Do you hear those phones?

Are you listening, Tokyo?

And here's another loyal American, Mr.

Leo Miller,

pledging $5 ,000 to hear
Ted Gray and his band,

who are standing by in Chicago.

The number, praise the
Lord, and pass the ammunition.

Take it, Ted Gray.

Well, hello, Rick.

Go away.

I'm pledging a $10 ,000 bond in the
name of Miss Jill Wright.

with certain conditions.

Which are?

The song is Change of Heart.

I sing it.

And I get 30

seconds on the air when I'm through.

To plug it?

No plug, I just want to pay off an old

debt. Brother, it's a deal.

For a ten grand bond, you can
stand on your head and recite

Gunga Din.

What bands are in the studio?

Well, McKinley, Prescott, Martin.

Martin?

Freddie Martin? Yeah.

Martin it is.

How soon can you get me on?

Well, in a few minutes.

Better get ready.

Oh, $7 ,500 for the privilege of making a
heel of himself in front of 20 million

people.

Suppose she isn't listening.

All that dough and she
might not have a radio on.

She might be taking a bath.

Oh, no thanks, honey.

I'm not hungry.

Oh, now wait a minute.

Lindy whipped that up with
her own little can opener.

He's no good.

He's a cheap, conceited, arrogant,

and philandering phony.

Now where have I heard that before?

Oh yes, I said it.

That's all, brother.

It's an ill wind and an ill wind.

when he said that he loved you,

Tony Jarrett put on that
act to break you two up and it

worked.

He's been planning all along to give you

all the credit just as
soon as Change of Heart

landed on the hit parade.

That was going to be his
wedding present to you.

Mac, if you're lying...

Lying?

First time in my life I'm telling the
truth and I can't sell it.

He needed one more plug to get your tune

on the hit parade and Cole
put the finger on him.

So tonight, he's going to get on
that victory program and...

Oh, he'll tell everything,

make a fool out of himself in
front of the whole world.

That I would like to hear, so
far only his friends have known.

Mr. and Mrs.

Hugh Lincoln of New York City are
pledging $10 ,000 to hear the Golden Gate

Quartet sing Yankee Doodle Tan,

and then you'll hear Rick
Farrell singing Change of Heart.

The $10 ,000 bond pledged by Mr.

Farrell is in the
name of Miss Jill Wright.

I'm going to hurry through this, folks,
and let you hear what you're wanting.

The crazy fool, the sweet,
unpredictable, adorable idiot.

That makes two of you.

Oh, look, darling, I can't
let him ruin his good name.

So now it's a good name.

Well, well, it's good enough for me.

Wait, I'll get your hat.

All I need is a fast taxi.

If she gets there
before he spills the beans,

I'm going to see a lot of you, honey.

So you're going to see a lot of me.

Well, I'll take care of that.

Ooh!

Ooh!

Ooh!

He's a Yankee Doodle Tan.

A Yankee Doodle Tan.

When others can't,
that's just the time he can.

He's a Yankee Doodle Tan.

Hey, Browny.

Can't you give me more than 30 seconds?

That's all you buy in fortunes, but
you don't know what it means to me.

Thirty seconds.

He's meant for freedom here at
home and liberty abroad.

A Yankee Doodle Dan, a Yankee Doodle Dan.

A gay and pucky, happy -go -lucky
Yankee Doodle Dan, a Yankee Doodle Dan.

Every time I see a dusky soldier man

With that rhythm in his
step and skin of tan,

I could build a monument up in the sky.

And on it I would call
these words that cry.

He's a Yankee Doodle
Tan, a Yankee Doodle Tan.

When not the stand, but
just the time he can.

He's a Yankee Doodle Tan,

a Yankee Doodle Tan.

A loyal soldier from a loyal friend.

Hey, just hooray!

I wish now I could give you more time.

You're on next.

Good luck.

The composer will sing his
own song, Change of Heart.

Immediately following the number, Mr.

Farrell has something to say to you.

Hurry!

Is this the Victory Broadcast?

Yes, sir, but you can't go in,
they're on the air.

Sorry, lady.

Oh, you can't stop me now!