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Oh, so the beautiful lady's a performer, eh?

- Ask my agent. - What do you do?

Sing? Dance?

- Ask my agent. - Oh.!

The lady's a comedienne, eh?

She's under wraps, Lucas. See you around.

- Come on, honey. - Hey, Tom.

You sell her anywhere else, and you're barred from here.

You couldn't meet her price, Lucas.

She's got it all.

You want anything, miss?

No, thanks. Just visiting.

Well, if it isn't old Tom Miller, the demon agent.

- Where you been hidin', boy? - Around.

We were just leaving, Sam.

Come on, honey.

You gotta be up early to work on the new arrangement.

Arrangement? You sing too?

Ask my agent.

I intend to.

You couldn't meet her price, Sam.

- Now? - Now.

Pardon me, miss? I'm Joe Rogers.

I own this place. Can I be of any service to you?

Please. I'm going to the powder room.

Oh, that was an ad-lib.

Sorry. Ask my agent.

Bye-bye.

See how the strategy pans out?

The first time out, and already four owners are drooling over you.

Oh, not now, Jerri. The owner isn't at the desk.

This one's on me.

I never noticed before, but, you know...

they put them too far from the tables.

No more walking. I promise you.

Good night, Jerri.

- Good night, Mr. Miller. - See you tomorrow.

Mm-hmm. Oh, Mr. Miller?

- Hmm? - Why do you drink so much?

Just a habit, I suppose.

- A girl habit? - Girl?

No. I haven't got a girl.

Mr. Miller? If it was Julie London...

she wasn't very bright.

He picked her up at her place, 9:25.

Cab to the Hi-Hat, Late Place, Jungle Room, Tree Anon, Sunrise Club.

Cab back. Left her at the front door, 2:40.

Pub crawlin', huh? I don't get it, and I don't like it.

Call him up. Tell him to come out to Long Island tomorrow.

Never mind him. You'd better call Jerri.

- Jerri? Why? - Something's wrong.

Every place, first thing...

off to the powder room.

Poor kid.

What do you mean, what does she do?

Listen, Roger, she sings. That's what she does.

She's got a great pair of lungs.

Come up with a deal, and we'll have a talk.

Come in.

Mr. Miller, look! You're in Earl Wilson and Louis Sobol.

Made it, huh?

"At the Tree Anon, Tom Miller pubbed it with a new find.

Her name's a secret, but the rest of her isn't."

I saw her yesterday. She's somethin'.

She's a girl, Barry. Just a girl.

If she's a girl, then I don't know what my sister is.

- You ready up there? - I'm ready!

Oh, hi. How are you, sonny?

"Sonny."

That's what makes juvenile delinquents.

- Leave the papers here, Barry. - Thank you. Listen, Mr. Miller.

Take me on for a client. That would impress her. I can sing.

- Honest, Mr. Miller. - Sorry, Barry.

I got my hands full.

There's gotta be an answer to that.

He has a place out here too?

The place used to be the gambling casino.

He likes it there because of the memories.

The old ancestral home, huh?

Oh, no. Mr. Murdock wasn't born there.

But most of his best friends were killed there.

You know, the police used to raid it and everything.

Oh, don't worry. Mr. Murdock put new carpets in all over.

Well! How's this for a picnic?

- Picnic? - It's a surprise. I'll get the lunch.

Won't Fats be surprised? He's expecting us.

I picked you up an hour early. We have lots of time.

You get the basket, I'll undress.

Undress? Uh, Jerri, now, wait a minute.

There are blankets in here too.

- Blankets? - To sit on.

Come on. Bring the lunch.

If I have the strength.

So, my mother would say...

"Be nice to Mr. Murdock, Georgiana"...

and my father would say, "Be nice to Mr. Murdock, Georgiana."

So I'm nice to Mr. Murdock.

Georgiana.

I like that.

Now I'm a Jerri. You think a boy's name fits me?

- Hardly. - I sure don't think it does.

You like how I fry fried chicken?

Delicious.

I thought you were gonna say I should bottle it.

Yesterday, you wanted me to bottle everything.

Okay, bottle it.

When did you first meet Fat- Mr. Murdock?

I was just a kid. You know, young, but developed early.

Where did you meet him?

In Atlanta on visiting day.

- At the penitentiary? - Mm-hmm.

I went there with my father.

You see, Mr. Murdock and my father were former business associates.

I hope you don't mind. It's just lemonade.

But I didn't use any of that frozen stuff.

I squeezed fresh lemons early this morning.

Early? Before you had your base on?

You should've seen me. I was a mess.

I don't believe it.

Then when did you and Murdock get together again?

Well, he finally got out of jail.

Now I could come and visit my father for a change.

By that time, I'd grown up.

One night, Mr. Murdock looked at me funny, and it happened.

- I see. - Oh, nothing like that.

What happened was that Mr. Murdock looked at me funny...

and then he told me he was falling in love with me.

So I told him he probably just thought he was...

because I was the first girl he'd made a pass at since he got out.

He said no, that he really did love me...

and he was gonna make me a somebody.

We'd better go now. I'm sorry I talk so much.

It was very interesting, Georgiana.

A love story always is.

Love story? I owe him.

Owe him?

For my father. Like I told you...

they were business associates in the old days.

And frankly, if it hadn't been for Mr. Murdock...

my father may have gotten life instead of just 10 years.

What was that?

Oh, it's just the exhaust from a fishing boat.

Don't be so nervous, Mr. Miller.

With what I'm thinking?

You sure haven't lost the old pitching arm, boss.

Ain't they supposed to be here yet?

Oh, don't worry aboutJerri.

She's always on the dot.

She'd better be.

Legs Wheeler tipped off the cops. It was a massacre.

Poor Pittsburgh Phil, he got it right here, right next to Shotgun Shorty.

Then-Oh, yeah.

Baby Face Renaldi-This is where he got blasted, right through the hatband.

Let's see, uh, that makes 13, don't it?

I stopped counting with Mugsy the Mugger.

Oh, Mugsy. Nice little guy.

Looked like a sieve. He got it right where you're sittin'.

Hey, you need a refill. Come on.

Hey, you know somethin', Tommy boy?

I could run guided tours through this joint.

It's kind of an educational, kind of historical kind of place.

Of course, it's not like one of them...

"George Washington slept here" places.

But maybe even better, huh? The guys that slept here really slept here, huh?

Hey!

- Jerri.! - Yes?

How many times I gotta tell ya? No apron!

Well, I was just fixing crepe suzettes, Mr. Murdock.

Well, stop fixin'. They're fattenin'.

Dumb broad.

All she thinks of is cookin'.

How can you make a star with a waistline full of calories?

I'm not gonna make her a star, Fats.

You're not what?

I want out of the deal, Fats.

Get yourself another agent.

I got myself an agent.

Be reasonable, Fats.

She isn't interested in a career. You just said so yourself.

If a girl's gonna make it big in show business...

she's got to be vitally interested in it.

Vitally, huh?

- Hey, Mousie? - Yeah, boss?

- Turn 'em loose. - At night, boss?

- You can't see. - Turn 'em loose.!

It don't matter if she ain't vitally interested.

You just make her into a big star like you did with, uh-

What's her name? Uh-Uh, Julie London.

You remember her, don't you?

- You know me. Vague on names. - Well, I'll help you remember.

Julie went for you. All the singin' she wanted...

was lullabies in a tract house.

But you were an eager agent. You pushed her into a career she didn't want.

Personally, I think you made a mistake.

She was a good-lookin' dame. But the point is, she's a big record name now.

So where's the "vitally interested"?

- Shooting a little low, aren't you, Fats? - Just conversation.

The point bein' you did it with Julie...

and I like the way you started with Jerri...

now that I understand that nightclub crawl.

You're a live wire, Miller. A real live wire.

Okay, let 'em loose, Mousie!

And you wanna stay a live wire.

Turn that thing off, will ya?

What's the matter, pal? Don't you like that song?

No. I don't like it.

I'll tell you why.

'Cause every time she sings it, I see her all over the place.

Most of my customers see little green men.

I see her.

Everywhere I look, I see her.

Right now, you wanna bet she's sittin' on the stool right next to me?

Hey, Julie-

Julie?

Julie?

She's gone.

- Georgie. - Georgie?

But you said Julie, pal.

No. It's Georgie.

Georgiana.

We need a room.

To rehearse in.

Studio "B," second floor. Five bucks an hour.

All right, now. Let's get to work. We've got a lot to do. Understand?

You'll have no trouble with me, Mr. Miller.

Fine.

You vocalize a while. I'll find your range.

Then we can have arrangements made in your key. Ready?

I'm ready.

- I'm ready, except- - Except what?

Except- Well, what happened, Mr. Miller?

- What do you mean? - You're so different today.

We're here to work, Jerri.

That's what I mean. Today I'm Jerri, and before it was Georgiana.

- What did you two talk about? - Nothing.

Mostly about the mortuary he had in his living room.

You talked about something else too. I saw your face when he was shooting.

- Nothing, Jerri. Now, let's- - Call me Georgie. Please.

I thought we were friends.

I had fun with you, and I thought you were having fun with me too.

I have no friends here except Mousie, and-and he's afraid of-

You're afraid of him too. That's what's the matter. Why? What did he say?

He didn't say. I did.

I told him I wanted out of our deal.

You're not interested in show business.

I didn't want to be part of making you anything you didn't want to be.

That was nice of you to think of me.

Well, whatever it was, it didn't work. Okay. You ready?

- He got tough, didn't he? - Look.

I don't want Fats to have to buy another carpet on account of me.

You're going to be Jerri Jordan, girl singer, darling of the jukeboxes...

whether you want to be, or whether I want you to be.

Let's get to work.

All right. Let's get to work, Mr. Miller.

Just try the scales.

Now try do.

Do

Try re.

Re

Better try mi.

Mi

You can't sing.

I know I can't. Have you ever heard anything so awful?

Never. Never.

Now he'll have to let you go.

And you don't have to be in show business.

That's the straight of it. Jerri just can't sing.

Do you understand, Fats? She can't sing.

She just doesn't have a voice.

I stink, Mr. Murdock.

You don't stink.

I do so stink. I'm telling you I stink, stink, stink!

You don't stink!

But somethin' smells around here.

She's got no voice, huh?

Well, I don't see nothin' wrong with her voice when she talks. Talk, Jerri!

Stink, stink, stink, Mr. Murdock!

There. What's wrong with that voice? She talks good.

Listen, Miller. She's gonna be a singer like I want her to.

She's gonna be comin' out of every jukebox I put a dime in...

and I got lots of dimes for puttin' in!

Her speaking voice has nothing to do with her singing voice.

I'm telling you she can't sing!

Just listen.

- Ready, Jerri? - I'm ready, Mr. Miller.

Hold it.

Watch out for flying glass.

- Just sing the mi. - Yes, Mr. Miller.

Mi

Miss Jordan! Miss Jordan! Miss Jordan, hurry!

- Why? What's the matter, Hilda? - Hurry up inside.

- He's on the phone, and he's yelling something awful.

- No!

Hello.

Where ya been?

Why, we walked home. Why? What's the matter?

Turn on Channel 2! That's the matter!

- What does he want? - I don't know.

Okay. It's on, Mr. Murdock.

Now, you and Miller watch. Watch it good. You understand?

Mm-hmm. Watch it good. Yes, Mr. Murdock.

And don't hang up. I'll talk to you as soon as he finishes his next number.

We have to watch the television.

Quiet, please, folks. He'll be back in just a moment.

Believe me. He'll be back in just a moment.

This is Peter Potter. I've never let you down.

- He'll be back in just a moment. - Who is it?

I don't know.

- And now we pause for station identification.

- Fats.

- Yeah? - It's me. Miller.

Watch the television!

And now, folks, just like I promised you, here he is back again, Eddie Cochran...

one of America's top rock and rollers.

Eddie.

I don't understand. Why does he want us to watch him?

I can give you the dialogue.

Okay, so Jerri can't sing.

Well, that guy ain't got a trained voice either...

and he's one of the top record stars in the country.

Why? Because he has a new sound.

So Jerri has a new sound.

You cut a record with her tomorrow.

You're kidding, Mr. Miller.

Am I?

Listen.

- Yes, Fats. - Okay.

So Jerri can't sing.

Well, that guy ain't got a trained voice either...

and he's one of the top record stars in the country.

Why? 'Cause he's got a new sound.

So Jerri's got a new sound. You cut a record with her tomorrow.

- Okay, Fats. - And listen.

You come over here the first thing in the mornin'.

I got just the song I want Jerri to sing.

Okay, Fats.

I had me a lot of leisure when I was in the pokey.

So, to kill time, I started writin' songs for the annual Christmas show.

Of course, I ain't no Hammerstein or Irving Berlin or nothin'.

This here was the first one I wrote.

"No Lights on the Christmas Tree, Mother.

They're Using the Electric Chair Tonight."

I used to get a lot of laughs with that one.

Funny.

Yeah. Here's another one.

Kind of sentimental.

"I'll Get No Good Behavior, Baby, If I Keep Thinking of You."

- That's sweet. - Hey. You noticed that, huh?

Hey. Here. Here.

Here's the one for Jerri. You try this.

Darlin' Oh, my darlin'

In that prison cell I'd be

Thinkin' of the day that I'd get out

And hold you close to me

But

What is it I always see

One rock Two rocks

Three rocks Four rocks

Rock pile dust is on my shoes

One rock Two rocks

Three rocks Four rocks

I'm a guy just born to lose

When I hear the siren blow

I get those blues

Okay, Mr. Anthony. This is a take.

Darlin' Oh, my darlin'

In that prison cell I'd be

Thinkin' of the day that I'd get out

And hold you close to me

But what is it I always see

One rock Two rocks

Three rocks Four rocks

Rock pile dust is on my shoes

I'm a guy just born to lose

When I hear the siren blow

I get those blues

Rock, rock Rockin'round the rock pile

Rock, rock Rockin'round the rock pile

Rock, rock Rockin'round the rock pile

That siren's got me cryin'

Two rocks Four rocks

They make more rocks

Shut my cell and lock me in

Never let me out again

When I hear the siren blow

I get those rock, rock

Rock around the rock pile Rock, rock

Rock around the rock pile blues

I never knew singing could make you so hungry.

I'll take your record to Wheeler Enterprises in Chicago.

I wish it was her day off. I'd have made much better sandwiches.

Thanks.

That's a large family. Seven brothers.

I see how you got all your cooking experience.

And my father was...

away when that picture was taken.

Oh, he was a big eater too.

Hmm. You know, Mr. Miller...

this'll be the first Thanksgiving I haven't been with my family.

Could my brothers eat.

Especially after they started going with girls.

You know, going with girls gives a man an appetite.

It depends.

I like a large family.

Don't you, Mr. Miller? Oh, I hope I have a large fam-

I mean, it's fun.

Maybe you and I can have Thanksgiving dinner together, Mr. Miller.

Maybe we can, Georgie.

Good night, Georgie.

Mr. Miller.

Jerri!

Jerri!

- Jerri! - Yes. Who is it?

It's me. Fats.

I'm taking a bath. Ow!

- What? - A hot bath.

Be right there.

Now remember. You hide out in the old hideout room until I get her out of here.

That's pretty sneaky, boss. It's like you didn't trust her.

It's like I don't trust her and him.

She's a good cook, and I got a feelin' something's cookin'.

Hey.

Mousie. Remember the old days?

When we used to use this here place for printin' up money, huh?

Money meant somethin' in the old days before taxes.

I'm sorry, Mr. Murdock. I couldn't hear anything with the shower running.

It's all right. Happy Thanksgivin'.

Hey. You smell good.

Thanks, Mr. Murdock.

I'm buyin' you a turkey dinner with all the trimmings. You like that?

I'd-I'd love it.

Get dressed up warm. I got the top down. Go on, honey.

- Be right back. - All right.

You bug her telephone and listen in if he calls.

Now remember. Quiet!

- Hello? - Miss Jerri Jordan?

- Yes. - Chicago calling. Go ahead, sir.

Hello?

Georgie, how are you?

Fine now.

I thought you'd be back by now, in time for Thanksgiving.

I didn't see Wheeler yet. He's the guy who

controls most of the jukeboxes in the country.

He's been out of town. I'll see him tomorrow.

Oh, I miss you, Mr. Miller.

It's been over a week.

I miss you too, Georgie.

- What'd you do today? - Mr. Murdock took me to dinner.

How is Fats?

The same. Except he's dying to hear the new record.

He'll hear it. If I'm lucky...

he'll hear it over all those jukeboxes...

he has all those dimes to put in.

I wish you were here.

I do too, Georgie.

I'll fly back tomorrow after I see the man.

- Good night, Georgie. - Good night, Mr. Miller.

Mousie!

- Yeah, boss. - Come here!

- Well? How'd you make out? - How did I make out?

What do you think? How many years I been doin' this?

Well, what-what happened? Did Miller call?

Yeah, he called. From Chicago.

- They had a nice little talk. - "Nice little talk."

I'll bet!

Set up the tape!

- Hello? - Miss Jerri Jordan?

- Yes. - Chicago calling. Go ahead, sir.

- Hello? - How are you?

Fine. I thought you'd be back by now.

I didn't see Wheeler yet.

He's the guy who controls most of the jukeboxes in the country.

He's been out of town. I'll see him tomorrow.

I'll fly back tomorrow after I see the man.

Well, good night.

Good night, Mr. Miller.

That's it? That's all?

- You heard, didn't you? - Yeah, I heard!

Something's wrong.

I know I figured right.

Hey. Hey.

Could they have figured the joint was rigged?

How could they? Where do you suppose I get this Mousie moniker?

- Because I make noises? - Okay, okay.

Okay nothin'. Where do you come off?

- I take that crack as a smear on my professional talents.

- All right!

How about the time I bugged the D.A.'s phone?

All right!

How about the time I bugged the governor's mother-in-law?

All right! All right! Stop braggin'!

I don't get it.

Why was he so happy...

over the fact that she can't sing, huh?

Only one reason-

'cause he figured if she didn't make it...

I wouldn't marry her.

Then he'd move in.

They-

They-They gotta be soft-talkin' each other!

You heard.

Yeah.

Yeah, I heard!

I'm-

- I'm goin' to bed. - Yeah, boss.

That's the thing to do.

That's the thing to do.

Boss.

Excellent, gentlemen. I can assure you of another gold record.

Uh, thanks, Mr. Wheeler.

You have an appointment with Mr. Miller now.

Miller?

Tom Miller. He's the agent who first brought Julie London to you.

Fine. We could use another London.

When I hear the siren blow

I get those rock, rock

Rock around the rock pile Rock, rock

Rock around the rock pile blues

I'm a Ray Anthony fan.

Fortunately, I have him under personal contract.

Hey. By the way...

what sort of gadget did Ray use for that weird siren sound?

Sort of a girl-type gadget.

A girl?

- Oh. She's your client? - Well...

yes, she is, Mr. Wheeler.

I probably shouldn't have wasted your time...

but I wanted to come to the top.

She's, uh, excellent.

Voice like that will catch on. This girl will be a star.

I definitely want to sign her to a long-term contract.

Mmm! I like the song also. Who wrote it?

Uh, name's Murdock. He's got a cell full of 'em.

Ah, he has the feel of what people want today.

- Is he your client too? - No. He handles himself.

He's Fats Murdock, if your memory isn't vague.

My memory's anything but vague, Mr. Miller.

Uh, do you happen to refer to, uh, Marty "Fats" Murdock?

Yes. The slot machine king of the old days.

Yes, Mr. Wheeler?

Uh, send Lawrence and Eugene in, please.

Would you like dinner, sir?

Georgia, please. I'm not that sick. I don't have to be in bed.

Drink your hot bouillon. You haven't eaten. It'll give you strength.

When I think of them throwing you out that d-

Oh, go away, Mr. Murdock. Mr. Miller's sick.

Sick, huh? He's gonna be a lot sicker when I

get through with him. On your feet, Miller.

Fats, listen. It isn't what you think.

- I just happened to drop in. - Just dropped in, huh?

Casual-like, huh?

- With a pair of pajamas under your arm? - Leave him alone, Mr. Murdock!

Shut up! And take that apron off!

- I needed it to heat the bouillon. - Shut up!

Don't you hit him, and don't tear my pajamas.

Your pajamas?

Well, do I look like I wear stripe pajamas?

Your pajamas?

So you got pajamas ready just in case you get some late callers, huh?

I do not! You have a big, fat, dirty mind, Mr. Murdock!

- Oh, I have, huh? - Dirty mind, dirty mind, dirty mind!

Those pajamas are Christmas shopping for my brothers.

- He's wearing Gregory's. - Don't give me that!

I'll give you that. I'll show, Mr. Murdock.

Let me go, Mousie.

Leave them alone. I've never seen her mad before. Maybe she'll kill him.

For brother George. And this...

- for brother Gilbert! - Okay!

- I-I believe you.! - For brother Gridley.

Okay.!

- For brother Galen. - Okay!

- And for brother Ambrose! - Okay!

And this, for my father.

- Now, you satisfied, Mr. Murdock? - Okay!

Okay on the pajamas. But that don't explain him in your bed...

no matter whose pajamas he's in there with!

Okay, Mousie. Let me at him. Listen, you.

Now, I was just giving him bouillon, you dumb dummy!

Don't dumb, dumb dummy me!

Oh, you leave him alone! I was just giving him bouillon.

Don't you know what bouillon is?

That's it, Fats. Wheeler flipped over the arrangement.

He loved Jerri's singing, predicted she'd be a star right off.

But when I told him you'd written the song...

he introduced me to...

Lawrence and Eugene.

Lawrence and Eugene? That's Larry the Fink and Edgewater Eugene.

So Legs Wheeler still makes with the fancy words, huh?

Fancy words, but with the old-time action.

Legs never got over that I moved him out of the top spot in the old days.

See, he had all the slots in all the joints.

I threw his slots out and moved my slots in.

- Hey. Does he still walk with a limp? - I didn't have time to notice.

I winged him in the shinbone once.

He was on crutches for months.

Well, he's off crutches now. Fats, we're dead.

He controls the jukebox business, and that's that.

You give up too easy, Miller.

Didn't you just hear me tell you that he

used to control the slots until I took over?

I did it before, and I can do it again.

Now you went and put my father's nightshirt on backwards, Mr. Murdock.

Don't bother me, will ya? I'm thinkin'.

Well, just don't stretch it out of shape. My father's not as fat as you.

Clam up, will ya? I'm thinkin'!

Don't you yell at me anymore, Mr. Murdock.

Okay. Okay.

So Legs Wheeler won't put Jerri's record on, huh?

No wonder. I stink.

All right, Mousie! We go!

- Where to, boss? - To war! A cold hot war.

Order your wedding dress, baby.

It won't be long now. Come on!

- Hey, boss. - Yeah.

- You forgot your hat. - Come on!

What'll you have, gentlemen?

Where you gettin' your music from?

Oh, that's a Wheeler Enterprises jukebox, mister.

Oh, yeah?

I take from Wheeler.

Who?

- Whom? - I take from Murdock.

Oh, yeah?

Oh, yeah?

Blow

When I hear the siren blow

I get those blues

Well, boss, I gotta hand it to you. You still got the old moxie.

Keep us out of the record business, will he?

You did it.

You made a star like you said you would.

Yeah.

Yeah, I made a star.

Well, that's what you wanted, wasn't it?

Yeah, that's what I wanted.

- Now you got a somebody to marry. - Clam up, will ya, Mousie?

- What are you gettin' sore? - "What are you gettin' sore?"

What are you gettin' sore? What do you suppose I'm gettin' sore?

I like music. How do you suppose I'd be, married to a dame...

with a stinkin' voice like that?

How many jukeboxes did Mr. Murdock remove?

Oh, most of them around New York.

And now he's making inroads into Boston, Philadelphia, Baltimore.

- Pittsburgh, Altoona. - And that's far enough.

You proceed with our legal case. I'll take care of the inroads.

I believe I know where I can find Mr. Murdock tonight.

You got everything, boss? Wedding ring, license, tickets?

Yeah. I got everything.

Have you, boss?

Why don't you give your honeymoon tickets to Miller, boss?

You want to know somethin'?

I loused you up with that tape recorder.

- You what? - Yep.

Honest, Mousie.

Did ya? Did ya?

Don't kid me now.

They soft-talked, boss, just like you figured.

I figured right, huh? They go for each other, don't they?

Oh, and in a big way, boss. It's the real thing.

And now in person, the Platters with their big hit...

"You'll Never Never Know."

- Who is it? - Tom Miller, former agent.

Come in.

Just came to say good-bye.

I guess I should have brought a wedding present.

You did.

That's no way for a bride to act.

I thought brides acted that way.

Only with the groom.

Sorry I can't stay, but I have a train on tap.

All the best, Georgie.

Can't stand to hear me sing again, huh?

You know it isn't that.

Now here's Ray Anthony, his orchestra...

and the big hit record "Rock Around the Rock Pile."

Thank you. And now, here she is...

the girl who turned our record into pure gold...

Miss Jerri Jordan.

You're on.

This one's for you, Tom.

If you don't mind, I'd like to make a change in the program tonight.

Some of you girls out there may know how it feels to lose somebody you're crazy about.

Hey, Miller. I gotta talk to you.

First I talk to you, Fats.

Number one, I just kissed your future wife.

Number two, I'm in love with her.

Number three, go ahead and hit me.

- Number four, you treat her right, or I'll-

- Tommy boy!

- I'll be your best man! - You're through being best man, Fats.

My car awaits, Mr. Murdock.

Fats! Inside, quick!

- I'll kill him! I'll kill him! - Inside!

Onstage, Fats! You'll be safe there.

Hey! How am I gonna be safe out there?

Give me your hat and coat, huh?

Here. He won't take a chance bumping you off in front of a thousand witnesses.

Get your coat on, you big ham.

One of the reasons you came here tonight...

was to hear Miss Jerri Jordan and Ray Anthony do their hit record.

- Is that right? - Right!

And now, so that you won't be disappointed, here is Marty "Fats" Murdock...

singing his own composition, "Rock Around the Rock Pile"!

Go on. You're finally in the spotlight.

Come on. A big hand for Fats.

Don't be afraid. I'm calling the cops.

Thank you.

One rock Two rocks

Three rocks Four rocks

Rock pile dust is on my shoes

I'm a guy just born to lose

When I hear the siren blow

Oooooh

I get those blues

Big rocks Small rocks

Short rocks Tall rocks

Rock pile dust get off my shoes

Must my news be all bad news

When I hear the siren blow Oooooh

I get those blues

Okay, Legs. The silencer's on.

Wait till he stops bouncing around.

Rock, rock Rock around the rock pile

Rock, rock Rock around the rock pile

Rock, rock Rock around the rock pile

That siren's got me cryin'

Two rocks Four rocks

They make more rocks

- Shut my cell and lock me in - Don't shoot.

We'll sign him. That's talent up there, you jerk.

When I hear the siren blow

- Oooooh - Since when did he start performing?

- Since when did you start? - Rock around the rock pile

I always could sing.

I thought if I was real awful I'd get out of owing him.

- Uh, darling. - Darlin'Oh, my darlin'

In that prison cell I'd be

Thinkin'of the day that I'd get out

And hold you close to me