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[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[BELL TOLLING]

The plane! The plane!

[GIRLS GIGGLE]

-Good morning, boss. -Good morning, Tattoo.

[GIRLS GIGGLE]

Smiles, everyone! Smiles!

[TROPICAL MUSIC PLAYING]

TATTOO: Boss, that lady looks terrified.

She looks like she got on the plane by mistake.

ROARKE: Oh, that's Miss Doreen Murphy.

She's nervous.

Three of her old friends from college

will be arriving this afternoon.

Is that her fantasy, to see them again?

In a way.

You see, Tattoo, in college,

Miss Murphy was a bit of an ugly duckling.

Her three friends, on the other hand,

were beautiful.

They had fine clothes and fast cars.

They had power.

They treated Miss Murphy almost as they would treat a servant.

Why would she invite them here?

Because, Tattoo, her fantasy is to turn the tables on them.

This time they are going to be in awe of her.

Ah, Mr. Charles Whelan,

or Diggs Whelan, as he called himself

before he gave up his singing career.

How come he gave it up?

Uh, well, I'm afraid he believes his style of singing

isn't salable in today's market, Tattoo.

Maybe what he needs is a break.

Exactly.

Mr. Whelan's fantasy is to get that big break.

But in a time and place he thinks

would be more receptive to his talent.

The famous Cotton Club in Harlem,

in the year 1925.

My dear guests, I am Mr. Roarke, your host.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

TATTOO: How do you like it?

DOREEN: Tennis courts, a swimming pool,

bedrooms as big as Brooklyn, and it's mine?

For the weekend that is.

Well, after all, a simple bungalow

would hardly befit a member of the haute couture.

Furs, dress, shoes, everything you need.

Oh! [GASPS]

Oh...

Oh!

I don't believe it!

-You came to Fantasy Island... -[DOREEN LAUGHING]

...Miss Murphy, to gain the respect

and admiration of the women who once commanded yours.

And you shall.

Oh...

Oh, forget it. I can't pull this off.

I look like the same, little mousey

nothing I did in college.

Oh, uh, forgive me.

I almost forgot.

I am terribly sorry.

The finishing touch.

May I?

Let's face it, only a plastic surgeon

could give me the finishing touch I need.

How did you do it?

Actually, you did it.

All I did was give you a necklace

that makes whoever wears it...

look her very best.

I can't wait to see their faces.

BROOKE: Ah! Doreen!

[SQUEALS]

DOREEN: Oh, honey. BROOKE: Oh, I don't believe it.

[ALL CHUCKLE]

-SHEILA: Oh, oh, darling! -DOREEN: Oh! [LAUGHS]

-[SQUEALS] -[ALL LAUGHING]

BROOKE: I can't believe it!

Limousines, chauffeur, a mansion!

-[LAUGHS] -And look at you, darling,

doesn't she look great?

Oh, thank you. [CHUCKLES]

Considering you could count the number of dates

she had in college on one finger, yes!

-[LAUGHS] -[CHUCKLES]

AL: One finger, huh?

Well, I bet now she could use an adding machine.

-Hmm. -AL: Hello, Dory.

LIZ: You remember my husband, Al.

-[LAUGHS NERVOUSLY] -Boy, you look fantastic.

Thank you, Al. [GIGGLES]

Ah, uh, Davis here will show you to your rooms.

There's champagne and caviar waiting on the patio,

so hurry up and get changed.

-[GIGGLES] -Caviar and champagne?

Davis, darling, lead the way.

Caviar. It's hysterical.

She ate her way through college on soda crackers and cheese!

[LAUGHING]

We'll see who's hysterical before this weekend's over,

queenie, dear.

[DOOR CLOSING]

ROARKE: You know, Mr. Whelan,

starting a singing career in 1925

may not be any easier than it is today.

Are you kidding?

Hey, listen, the music business today,

nobody cares whether you got talent or not, man.

It doesn't matter. Talent don't mean a thing.

It's who you know.

But, unfortunately, I don't know

the right people, you know.

And you think it was different then?

You just get me back there. 1925 was my time.

-You see, I know that, Tattoo. -Very well, Mr. Whelan.

-Very well. -Hmm.

Uh, will you close your eyes, please?

All right.

That's right.

Now...

imagine you are there,

the Cotton Club, the year 1925,

where you can almost hear the music.

Hey, I almost can.

Snap your fingers, Mr. Whelan.

[HI-HAT TAPPING]

Hey, yeah, you know, I can almost hear it, man.

Oh, boy, I'm gonna knock 'em dead, Mr. Roarke.

[ECHOING] I'm gonna kill them, man.

Yeah.

[JAZZ BAND PLAYING]

LINDA: ♪ All of me ♪

♪ Why not take all of me?

♪ Can't you see? ♪

♪ I'm no good without you ♪

♪ Take my lips ♪

♪ I wanna lose them ♪

♪ Take my arms ♪

♪ I never use them ♪

♪ Your good-bye ♪

♪ Left me with eyes that cry ♪

♪ How can I go on here Without you? ♪

♪ You took the part ♪

♪ That once was my heart ♪

♪ So why not ♪

♪ Take all of me ♪

[MUSIC ENDS]

Ugh.

Let's take five and try it again later.

-Okay, Fingers? -Anything you say, Linda.

Hi.

It's a closed rehearsal, pal. Beat it.

Oh, no, sir. I'm supposed to be here.

I'm Diggs Whelan.

-Whelan? -Yes, sir.

The new guy.

Well, why didn't you say so?

I'm Big Gus Belly. I manage the place.

Wow, I've really been looking forward

to being here for a long time.

-What's this for? -What do you think?

Get out of those clothes

and get started on these tables over there.

No, you don't understand. I'm a singer, not a waiter.

Oh, I know that.

But in this club, you clean tables first,

then you wash dishes,

then maybe, uh, two, three years,

um, you might get a spot.

No, no, you don't understand. I don't have two years.

Oh, you don't like the club's policy?

-Well... -Well, maybe you should take it

-up with the owner. -Well, who is he?

Oh, he's that, uh, a guy over there

in that, uh, dark gray suit.

Here you go, Mr. Schultz.

Exactly 30 minutes old.

Hope you like it.

[CHOKING]

[IN RASPY VOICE] Out! Get him out of here!

-His name is Dutch Schultz. -Dutch Schultz, the gangster?

Uh, I-- I better clean a couple of tables first.

Uh-huh.

BROOKE: Sheila, would you please lie down?

You're blocking the sun.

Darling, the sun is one of your worst enemies.

Dory, I wish you'd told us this is what happens to girls

who go to college and actually study.

Think you'll ever get married, Dory?

Girls...

this is Bob, Mike, Jeff, and Tim.

-They are professional masseurs. -Thank you, Tattoo.

Anybody who wants to use their services, roll over.

Go ahead, guys.

Enjoy yourselves, girls.

Now what were you saying about my getting married, Liz?

This reminds me of the Beta Toga parties.

Remember them?

Oh, I guess you wouldn't, would you, Dory?

Imagine being in college four years

and never once going to a frat party.

SHEILA: Oh, wait a minute, Liz,

what about the time we fixed Dory up

-with the Alpha Sig? -[BROOKE LAUGHS]

Oh, yeah. What was his name?

LIZ: First she spends all day in rollers,

so that when she finally took her hair down,

it looked like something out of National Geographic.

-[BROOKE LAUGHS] -Then her date shows up,

all five foot two of him,

and proceeds to spill red wine down the front of her dress--

Okay, well, that's enough! That's enough.

Uh, excuse me,

I have to go see Mr. Roarke about a party

I'm throwing tomorrow night.

I'll be back.

Way to go, Sheila.

Well, how was I supposed to know she'd still be sensitive

about some stupid blind date?

It's nice to know some things never change, isn't it?

[PIANO PLAYING]

Radio, huh?

-Huh. -Mm-hm.

How's it get clear across the country?

-[CAR TIRES SCREECHING] -Them little tiny wires?

-[CHUCKLING] -[DIGGS GASPS]

It's Lucky's boys! Everybody down!

[PIANO STOPS]

[GUNSHOTS]

-What's going on? -Lucky Luciano!

-It's a rival club... -Hey!

-...up in Jersey! -Watch it!

-Watch it! -He hates Dutch!

-Dutch hates him! Oh! -DIGGS: Duck down!

-LINDA: Oh-ho! -DIGGS: Hey!

-LINDA: Oh... -DIGGS: Whoa!

-[LINDA SIGHS] -Damn it, boys! Hit 'em back!

Hit 'em hard!

Oh, we got to stop meeting like this.

-[LAUGHS] -Diggs Whelan.

And thank you.

-Linda Bell. You're welcome. -Hmm.

-That mess could have been me. -[CHUCKLES] Yeah.

-[SIGHS] -So, um, what do you do?

Do you dance, sing, blow horn?

Or are you just a plain, old, ordinary waiter?

-Mm, I sing. -Ah, I thought so.

You don't look plain, old or ordinary.

Hmm.

You, radio bums, stay out of here.

I don't want no cheap gimmicks in my place.

Huh, we got class here.

-Did he say radio? -MAN: Radio...

Yeah, some radio station wants to broadcast

from here tomorrow night.

March 1925.

Of course! Listen, are you singing on that show

-tomorrow night? -Yeah, Dutch gave me a spot.

Wow, you know all the people that's gonna be

on that show are gonna become stars.

That's gonna be a big break for you.

And it might be for me, too, you know.

-[SCOFFS] You're crazy. -Why?

'Cause Dutch hates radio. You heard him,

he won't let that guy near this place again.

Hey, somebody's got to change his mind, babe.

You know? Yeah.

DUTCH: This salad stinks!

Needs more Parmesan.

Boy, that was one smooth move, Mr. Schultz.

You really put that radio guy in his place

and showed him who's boss around here.

Why's this guy talking to me?

I mean, like you said, this is an exclusive club,

and you don't want people all over the country knowing about it, huh?

What's he mean, all over the country?

You know, Lucky Luciano said if you don't let them do the broadcast from here,

he's gonna let them do it from his place.

Oh, yeah?

What else did you hear him say?

Uh, that Lucky be laughing at you.

Get that radio bum back in here!

You better be right about this, pal.

'Cause if this blows up in my face,

you will too.

[CHUCKLES]

ROARKE: Change your fantasy?

Do you mean to say that your old friends

aren't impressed?

Well, they're treating me just like they did in school.

Especially Liz.

Every time I turn around, they're either putting me down

or making me feel stupid.

I'm getting about as much respect as a dog.

Uh, forgive me, but perhaps the fault lies

not so much with your fantasy

as with your powers of perception.

-What do you mean? -TATTOO: He means

that the plan is working, that Liz is very jealous.

Well, think about it, Miss Murphy.

If your friend insists upon treating you like a failure,

it can only mean that your fantasy is a success.

She's obviously envious.

Well, I'm sorry. It's just not enough!

[DOOR SLAMS SHUT]

-Like it? -Oh, hi.

-Hi. -Yeah!

I've never seen one of these up close before.

How would you like to see it from, uh, behind the wheel?

-This is your-- -DOREEN: Uh-huh.

[CHUCKLES] Oh, sure.

We can take the long way back to my place.

That way we can get to know each other better.

Your wife won't mind, will she?

Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.

[LAUGHS]

DIGGS: ♪ I've got a right To sing the blues ♪

[PIANO PLAYING]

DIGGS: ♪ I've got a right To feel lowdown ♪

♪ And I've got a right To hang around ♪

♪ Down around ♪

♪ The river ♪

♪ There's a girl In this old town ♪

♪ Keeps dragging My heart around ♪

♪ All I see for me ♪

♪ Is misery ♪

♪ I got a right To sing the blues ♪

♪ I got a right To sit and sigh ♪

♪ I got a right To moan and cry ♪

♪ Down around the river ♪

♪ I know the deep blue sea ♪

♪ Soon will be callin' on me ♪

♪ It must be love Say what you choose ♪

♪ I got a right To sing the blues ♪

[MUSIC ENDS]

A different style,

but I like it, a lot.

I used to think I was pretty good.

You are good. You're better than good.

Well, maybe. [SIGHS]

Well, I thought sure this would be my time.

[CHUCKLES] It will be.

You can't give up on yourself, Diggs.

That's what success is really all about.

-You really care, don't you? -Of course I do.

People gotta stick together and...

help each other out, don't they?

Well, that's what I always thought.

[SIGHS]

Wow, you really look dynamite in that dress.

And, um...

you're gonna be dynamite on that radio show.

[INAUDIBLE]

[LAUGHS] Oh, boy, that Clénet sure beats the heck out of

any car I've ever driven.

Your keys, Madam.

And my thanks.

That was the kiss of the greatest quarterback

Ohio Wesleyan's ever seen?

What's the matter?

[CHUCKLES] Well, it's just that I'm not used to

doing this sort of thing in a foyer.

Oh, well, how about a bedroom? Like mine, in five minutes.

[CHUCKLES]

You got yourself a deal.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Hello, Miss Murphy.

-May we come in? -Well, I am kind of busy.

I felt we should continue the discussion

-we began in my office. -Oh, oh, it's okay, Mr. Roarke.

Um, I think I was just a little over-anxious.

We came here to talk about the real reason

for your fantasy.

-[DOOR CLOSING] -Real reason?

Yes. Yes.

You don't want respect from your old friends.

You want revenge.

Those women humiliated you in college.

You brought them here...

to do to them what they did to you.

-Am I not correct? -Well, so what if I did?

They hurt me.

In college, Liz took away the one thing I needed most,

my self-respect.

Well, I'm gonna do the same thing to her...

by taking away her husband.

Will you excuse us, Miss Murphy?

Tattoo.

Come on, Gus, just listen to him.

He's really good.

Do it as a favor to me.

Please?

Do it as a favor to you?

-Sure, baby. -Oh, thanks, Gus. [CHUCKLES]

You're not going to regret it! [SIGHS]

-You bet I won't. -[DOOR CLOSING]

Long time no see.

♪ Can't you hear The pitter-pat ♪

♪ And the happy tune Is your step ♪

♪ Life can be so sweet... ♪

So? What do you think?

DIGGS: ♪ On the sunny side Of the street... ♪

Not bad. Not bad.

DIGGS: ♪ I used to walk In the shade ♪

♪ With those blues on parade ♪

♪ But now I'm not afraid ♪

♪ 'Cause this rover Done crossed over ♪

♪ If I never have a cent... ♪

Let's talk about it.

DIGGS: ♪ I will be rich As Rockefeller ♪

♪ With gold dust at my feet ♪

♪ On the sunny side Of the street ♪

♪ On the sunny ♪

♪ Sunny side of the street ♪

[SIGHS]

So what do you think?

Can you get him on that radio show tomorrow night?

Listen, baby, you asked me to listen, and I listened.

But there's only, uh, three spots tomorrow night.

Fingers, yours, and the band.

Now, I did you a favor.

-Where's mine? -Hey now.

Come on, Gus, what are you doing?

-Time to pay up. -Uh-uh, no, forget it.

Are you telling me no?

With a capital N.

Okay, Whelan, you're on tomorrow night.

You've got a spot.

-Hey, congratulations. -I got a spot, I got a spot!

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Your spot.

He's in and you're out.

DOREEN: Hi, everybody!

I don't believe it.

[CHUCKLES] We've been looking all over for you two.

What have you been doing?

[SIGHS] Well, I sure hope you're hungry,

because I had my chef prepare

the biggest the rack of lamb you've ever seen.

Shall we?

DOREEN: Good morning, everybody.

-Where's Al? -LIZ: He's still asleep.

Apparently, he didn't get much sleep last night.

Brooke, let's go make the beds or something.

Good plan.

Well, maybe some nice, hot breakfast

will get your mind off whatever's bothering you.

So, little Dory thinks that for once in her life

she has the upper hand.

Rubbing our noses in all her money,

making a play for my husband.

Don't think I don't know what you're up to.

When it comes to doing numbers on people's heads,

I'm an expert.

Well, you had enough practice on me in college, didn't you?

[GASPS]

I should have known it all along.

You flew us out here

so you could try to even the score.

Did you think I was just gonna forget about

what the three of you did?

You treated me like dirt.

You made me feel ugly and stupid and worthless!

Well, I'm not! You can ask your husband about that.

I'm afraid I have some bad news for you, sweetie.

My husband... is all yours.

What?

Number one, all he's after is your money.

And number two, in case you haven't noticed it yet,

Al's got an ego the size of Texas.

Having grown rather tired of feeding it,

[SIGHS] I'd be delighted to let you take over.

In other words...

you can have him.

DIGGS: Mr. Schultz.

Mr. Schultz, sir.

-Mr. Schultz. -Get in.

Yeah, I want to talk to you about Linda Bell, sir.

Shut up.

Okay.

You told me Lucky Luciano was gonna let them do

the radio show from his club.

You lied.

Yeah, well, you see I-- I--

Hey, Glover, Fleckenstein's 50 short.

Go explain to him I meant what I said.

His-- his left kneecap ought to understand. [CHUCKLES]

Ever since Luciano heard I'm letting them do

the radio show from my club,

he's been laughing up his sleeve at me.

I don't like that.

I don't blame you, sir, but, you see, it's about Linda.

She got fired for no apparent reason.

Get out!

[SIGHS] Okay.

DUTCH: Hey!

If that radio show ain't a big hit tonight,

if Luciano's still laughing at me tomorrow,

your breathing days is over, Whelan.

-Drive, Glover. -You don't understand!

Linda's got to sing tonight!

Linda's got to sing tonight, man!

[PIANO PLAYING]

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

[PLAYING STOPS]

[SOBS]

[SNIFFLES]

[SNIFFLES]

Hi.

Hi.

Can I talk to you, please?

[LINDA CLEARS THROAT]

[LINDA SNIFFLES]

I was, uh, thinking maybe I'd paint the place, you know,

now that I got so much time on my hands, uh...

I just came by to tell you how sorry I am

that, you know, I took your spot and all.

[SOBBING] It doesn't matter, really, I...

Oh, my God, look what I've done to you.

Really, uh, it isn't your fault, I...

I'll get a break someday. My...

my dream will come true, just like yours did.

Yeah, thanks to you.

Oh, well, maybe I helped some, but...

that's what Cotton Club is all about,

helping each other,

seeing that the cream gets a chance to rise to the top.

You're cream.

I could tell that from the very first.

[SOFT MUSIC PLAYING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

-Miss Murphy. -Oh, Mr. Roarke.

Hi, Tattoo.

You specifically asked that an extravagant party

like this be part of your fantasy.

Well, you are the hostess.

You should be out there impressing your old friends,

enjoying the limelight.

What are you doing here hiding?

[SCOFFS] Exactly that, hiding from Liz's husband, Al.

-Oh? -Oh, Mr. Roarke, I blew it.

I just wanted to take Al away from Liz for the weekend.

He wants to make it permanent.

Why don't you tell him the truth about yourself?

I can't do that.

If I do that, Liz and Sheila and Brooke

will know this has all been a put-on,

and I'll look like a bigger loser than ever.

I don't believe I've met your friend, uh, Liz.

-Where is she? -Oh, she's up in her room,

probably laughing at me.

Turns out she could care less about Al.

You're certain of that, Miss Murphy?

Yeah, of course I'm certain. She told me herself.

You're not suggesting she's lying?

Well, in light of your current problem,

it would seem worth checking into,

would it not?

Hey, Dory, there you are.

-Oh. -[LAUGHING] Hi, I'm Al Adams.

Oh, excuse me, uh, this is Mr. Roarke

and his assistant Tattoo.

Uh, how do you do? Whoop, wait. [CHUCKLES]

-Ah, nice to meet you. -Mr. Adams.

-Nice to meet you too. -How do you do?

Hey, Dory, these friends of yours are outstanding.

I mean, you talk about class. [CHUCKLING]

[MUNCHES]

You know what, that guy over there,

he runs a modeling agency.

Who knows, if I play my cards right,

I might wind up on the cover of GQ.

[LAUGHING]

-[LAUGHS] -[CHUCKLES]

Well, you just keep on mingling, Al.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I, uh, have something to check out.

Sure.

Want a carrot?

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]

[SIGHS]

[SNIFFLES]

[SNIFFLES]

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

-Who is it? -DOREEN: Dory.

[SNIFFLING, SIGHS]

Come in.

If it isn't the hostess with the mostest.

Shouldn't you be outside with your future husband?

-You've been crying. -I've been drinking.

May you and Al and all his football trophies

live happily ever after.

You really do care about Al after all.

Shows how much you know.

Damn it, Liz! All you ever do is belittle me.

You did it in college, and you're doing it now.

How have I hurt you?

Why is it so important to you to make me feel unimportant?

You're the one with all the brains.

You figure it out.

You were jealous.

Not just now, but back then too.

Jealous? Of you?

[SCOFFS]

You were the little nothing, weren't you?

[SNIFFLES]

All you ever had was your good looks

and your parents' money.

No brains, no talent.

And you left school with a degree

that I earned for you and a husband.

Well, looks like you're not going to have him

very much longer, doesn't it, Miss Happily Married?

[SNIFFLES]

[SOBBING]

-Liz, I'm sorry. -Why? It's the truth!

[SOBS]

Come on,

you've got a new leaf to turn over.

-Where are we going? -To the party.

No offense, Liz, but Al's really not my type.

And now that I know you really love him,

you're getting back together again. Come on.

But-- but, Dory...

I'm a mess.

There's no way Al's even going to look at me.

Boy, do I have a surprise for you.

[JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Oh, hi, Mr. Schultz.

Hey, it's a big night for you and the Cotton Club, huh?

Those microphones really look impressive,

-don't they? -Yeah, just two minutes

until this big deal broadcast starts.

And there's nobody out there but our regular customers.

Well, Mr. Schultz, see, you looking at it the wrong way.

Uh, you got to think about the people that's at home

listening to the radios.

There's hundreds of thousands of them.

-I want it to hurt. -You want what to hurt?

When Ralphie here kills you.

[MUSIC ENDS, PATRONS APPLAUD]

From the Cotton Club, from Harlem,

from New York City, live, a broadcasting first!

An hour of magical music.

And now, ladies and gentlemen,

the great Fingers Lewis and the Cotton Club Band!

[PATRONS CHEER AND APPLAUD]

[UPBEAT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING]

[SOFT MUSIC PLAYING]

Hi, Al.

Hi.

Hey, uh, what happened? You look...

Well, um, you look different. [CHUCKLES]

[CHUCKLES]

This is the real me, Al. And, um...

so is this.

AL: Savings account passbook?

The balance represents the sum total of my net worth.

[LAUGHS]

Eight hundred and three dollars? [LAUGHS]

Come on. I don't understand.

If you ask real nicely, maybe, uh, Liz will fill you in.

That's Liz?

Hello, everyone.

[CHUCKLES] Wow!

Wow, Liz, you look-- you look great!

Um, hey listen, you wait right here.

I'll get you some champagne, huh?

Wow look at-- This-- this is Liz.

Don't go away now. I-- I'm going to be right back.

Whoa!

[LAUGHING]

He's panting like a puppy dog, like when you first met him.

Oh, remember, the necklace is only good for tonight.

[GASPS] Don't worry.

Now that I've got his attention, I intend to keep it. [GASPS]

Maybe I can even get him to put those

damn football trophies up in the attic

-where they belong. -[CHUCKLES]

Well, that's pretty radical, don't you think?

My future is going to be ten times better

than my past ever was.

Thank you, Dory.

Dory, this is absolutely the best party I've been to

since the one that got the Betas kicked off campus.

-[ALL LAUGH] -Oh, did you do

something different to your hair?

Uh, well, it's a long story.

It reminds me of the way you used to wear it in school.

I like it.

Oh, hey, remember how you used to set my hair in school?

And how you used to do Brooke's laundry for her

because she was so lazy, and how you used to go

to class for Liz and take all her tests for her.

Yeah, yeah, I remember. [CHUCKLES]

You deserve to be rich and important, my darling,

because nobody should depend on someone

the way we depended on you.

I'll say, you were really terrific.

Correction. She is terrific.

You know what the best thing about this party is?

Us.

ALL: Oh...

[ALL GIGGLING]

ALL: Hooray, hooray! We're gonna stay together!

[PLAYING PIANO]

-Hello again, Mr. Whelan. -Oh.

Are you ready to start your singing career?

Am I ever. Look at me, I'm a nervous wreck.

Oh...

Oh, is that your friend Linda over there?

Yeah. She came!

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

What's going to happen to her, Mr. Roarke?

Is she going to ever make it as a singer?

Oh, I think that's something you would know

much better than I, Mr. Whelan.

[PATRONS APPLAUD]

That was Fingers Lewis.

And now for the final number in our live broadcast tonight.

Coming to you direct from the Cotton Club,

ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Diggs Whelan!

[PATRONS APPLAUDING]

FINGERS: One, two, three.

[JAZZ MUSIC STARTS]

♪ Grab your coat And get your hat ♪

♪ Leave your worries On the doorstep ♪

♪ Just direct your feet ♪

♪ To the sunny side Of the street ♪

♪ Hear that... pitter-pat... ♪

[BAND STOPS PLAYING]

Oh, what is this?

First, he talks me into doing the lousy show,

then he ruins it!

Suddenly, I don't care if people think I'm tacky.

Get him!

Ladies and gentlemen, there's been a change

in the program this evening.

We'd like to bring up a very beautiful young lady,

Miss Linda Bell, who's going to sing for you,

"Birth of the Blues." Come on up, Linda.

Linda Bell, ladies and gentlemen.

Come on, hey.

[ALL APPLAUD]

-DIGGS: Come on, Linda. -[ALL CHEERING]

DIGGS: Miss Linda Bell.

[APPLAUSE CONTINUES]

Hey...

What the hell are you doing?

For the first time in my life, I'm doing the right thing.

You belong here, Linda, and I don't.

This is your time, baby.

Give me something beautiful to remember you by.

Really sing me a good song.

Hit it, Fingers.

[PIANO PLAYING]

♪ From a whippoorwill ♪

♪ Out on a hill ♪

♪ They took a new note ♪

♪ Pushed it through a horn ♪

♪ Till it was worn ♪

♪ Into a blue note... ♪

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

♪ They heard the breeze In the trees ♪

♪ Singing weird melodies ♪

♪ And they made that ♪

♪ The start of the blues ♪

♪ And from a jail ♪

♪ Came the wail ♪

♪ Of a down-hearted frail ♪

♪ And they played that ♪

♪ As part of the blues ♪

♪ From a whippoorwill Out on a hill ♪

♪ They took a new note ♪

♪ Pushed it through a horn ♪

♪ Till it was worn ♪

♪ Into a blue note ♪

♪ And then they nursed it... ♪

DUTCH: Hey, Ralphie!

LINDA: ♪ And they rehearsed it ♪

♪ And gave out the news ♪

♪ That the Southland ♪

♪ Gave birth to the blues ♪

-♪ From a whippoorwill ♪ -♪ From a whippoorwill ♪

-♪ Out on a hill ♪ -♪ Out on a hill ♪

-♪ They took a new note ♪ -♪ They took a new note ♪

-♪ They pushed it ♪ -♪ They pushed it ♪

-♪ Through a horn ♪ -♪ Through a horn ♪

-♪ Until it was worn ♪ -♪ Until it was worn ♪

-♪ Into a blue note ♪ -♪ Into a blue note ♪

-♪ And then they nursed it... ♪ -♪ And then they nursed it... ♪

The place is overflowing.

People that usually go to Lucky Luciano's

are coming here because of what they heard

-on the radio. -How about that!

[CHUCKLES] Well, like I always said,

this radio gimmick is here to stay. [CHUCKLES]

Am I a genius or what?

BOTH: ♪ Gave birth to the blues ♪

-♪ And then they nursed it ♪ -♪ And then they nursed it ♪

-♪ Rehearsed it ♪ -♪ Rehearsed it ♪

-♪ And gave out the news ♪ -♪ And gave out the news ♪

-♪ That the Southland ♪ -♪ That the Southland ♪

-♪ Gave birth ♪ -♪ Gave birth ♪

-♪ To the blues ♪ -♪ To the blues ♪

-[MUSIC ENDS] -[ALL CHEER AND APPLAUD]

MAN: One more time! Oh!

One more time! One more time!

[BAND STARTS PLAYING]

LINDA: ♪ And then they nursed it... ♪

It's time to go, Mr. Whelan.

♪ And they gave out the news ♪

♪ That the Southland ♪

♪ Gave birth ♪

♪ To the blues ♪

♪ And then they nursed it Rehearsed it ♪

♪ And gave out the news ♪

♪ That the Southland ♪

[ALL CHEERING]

♪ Gave birth ♪

♪ To the blues ♪

-[MUSIC ENDS] -[ALL CHEER AND APPLAUD]

I wanted to go for one last spin in that.

I hope it's okay.

Oh, that's quite all right, Miss Murphy.

Where are your guests?

Oh, I put them on an earlier plane.

But not before making them promise to keep in touch.

Oh, before I forget...

here.

I never needed that, or the car, or any of that stuff.

My three friends were impressed with just plain old me.

-Thank you, Mr. Roarke. -You're welcome, Miss Murphy.

-Bye, Tattoo. -Goodbye.

Well, I guess it's goodbye, huh?

I hope you're not too mad at me, Mr. Whelan.

Mad? Why should I be mad?

Well, you didn't get your fantasy.

You know, your singing career.

Well, I did start a singing career.

It just wasn't mine, Tattoo.

I wouldn't be too sure, Mr. Whelan.

You see, the man you thought was Dutch Schultz

was actually a guest just like you.

It was his fantasy to be a part-time gangster.

-So? -Well, in real life,

Mr. Schultz runs a nightclub in San Francisco.

He's been looking for someone to sing there

on a regular basis, and it seems he's found him.

All right! Thank you, Mr. Roarke.

-You're very welcome. -All right, Too'.

Hey, get down, man. Oh, man.

Boss, it's such a nice word.

What word is that?

Friends.

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