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Oh, let me call you sweetheart.

I'm in love with you.

Let me hear you whisper that you love me
too.

Keep the love light glowing in your eyes
so too.

Oh, let me call you sweetheart.

I'm in love with you.

Oh, let me call you sweetheart.

I'm in love with you.

Easy now, easy. My back's busted from
all this pruning.

Silver tongue flatterer.

You know, there was a time I could work
all day and dance all night. Maybe I'm

getting too old to run this farm.

Well, let's tell the blessed thing.

Let's live the life of Riley and go
dancing in the street.

Dancing in the... And who is going to
milk that ornery old cow, huh?

Oh, that's my Alec.

Always a mad impetuous fool.

Look at this place.

You ever seen anything so... rural?

I love this place.

I'm thinking good thoughts, Betty.
Nothing but good thoughts.

Really going to help.

We can't hurt.

I mean, in four months, the pair of us
have written sweet bilts for Mr.

Ziegfeld. Yeah, they say it's me, Tunes.

Tucked out of tunes.

All washed up.

But look at me now.

Huh? Raring to go.

I feel a tune coming on already.

Well, that's the spirit. Getting fired.

A couple days in this country, you'll be
popping them out like sausages.

Do you have to hit every bunk or make my
accordion sound odd? Oh, is that what

it is?

Do you really think the Blaines are
going to sweep you out to New York and

you some big accordion star? Hey, big
Broadway songwriter, it could happen.

I mean, first there's the songwriting
team, and then one is inundated with

actors and musicians and tap dancers.

Oh, Simon, you simply have to obey the
rules like everyone else.

Oh, me, Hetty King, our reputation will
suffer.

Breakfast will be served from six till
nine. In the morning?

Good day, and welcome to the White
Sands.

Mr. and Mrs. Blaine. Oh, please, Betty
and Rudy.

No, I'm afraid the White Sands is not a
first -name sort of establishment.

We're quite formal here.

White ties and tiaras, I can tell.

The entrance doors are locked at ten o
'clock sharp.

Also, we discourage the strong spirits
and loud noises, so no tap

dancing now.

Listen. Sweetheart, I think that's good
news because we're here for quiet and

creative rejuvenation. Good. Then we
understand each other perfectly.

Yikes.

Gotta be a spinster. Am I right?

Oh, yes, ma 'am.

I was just getting ready to go over to
the White Sands and

interview the bling.

This thing is sickly heavy enough. I
wonder what's in it.

Alec, you remember Selina, Jasper's
cousin? Of course.

She'd come to help out while he's away.

Well, that was thoughtful.

I've always been devoted to Cousin
Jasper and his work. True genius is so

I know.

I see you're fixing his refrigeration
device. How's it going?

During the low -pressure condensation
phase, the coolant loses all its

volatility. So it's going well?

I'm a complete and utter failure.

I'm sure I don't know what use I am to
Olivia and Monty.

I'm sure it's a great comfort to Jasper
that you're here. Me too.

What is this?

It appears to be some sort of an
apparatus for...

I have no idea. Oh.

Oh, look.

Oh.

Please patent this.

May make our fortune.

Jasper.

Well, it's difficult to patent a box of
parts, but I'll see what I can do with

it. Perhaps if I check his notebook.

You haul your camera over to the hotel
if you like.

Would it have killed him to write
something a little affectionate?

He obviously thinks that whatever this
is will secure your future.

Well, he could have said he misses us.

Read between the lines, Olivia.

His caring for you is need to provide
for you and Monty.

It's all Jasper can think about.

No, quite not possible. We can't simply
move a piano into your room.

But there's no problems at the Savoy.
Never mind, Betty.

Savoy. Oh, but you see, our only piano
is in the dining room there. Fine, move

it up to our room.

But the piano, you see, is for the
enjoyment of our guests.

What are we, Keviltavish?

Oh, look, never mind.

Mr. Flosigfeld. You've heard of him.
He's expecting a show from us in less

a month. Oh, it doesn't matter. I'm
dried up anyway. Rudy.

We are your guests. You're supposed to
be nice to us, remember?

Blaine, I'm Olivia Dale from the Avonlea
Chronicle.

I've come about the interview.

Interview? We're leaving.

And don't think we won't tell all our
friends what a horrible place this is.

Right?

Our reputation is saved. No jugglers, no
acrobats. No royalty.

Royalty? One of their friends is only
the king.

The king?

Oh, King George.

A likely story.

Oh, yes, really, Olivia.

Doesn't everybody know that after a
command performance at Albert Hall, the

Blaines were personal guests at
Buckingham Palace for three days?

No doubt His Majesty had more than
enough pianos to go around.

Well, yes, they wanted a piano for their
room.

Is that all?

Hetty, they're songwriters.

Olivia.

You go on.

I'll check on this.

Felix will drive you home.

Maybe you should take us to some real
friendly country.

Like Borneo.

They're only headhunters.

I don't know why I'm putting you through
this.

Oh, you'll get it back.

You were doing so well when we first got
here. You almost wrote something.

It's the pressure.

All those people waiting for you to top
yourself.

Yeah. What if I only have one show in
me?

Oh, it's a slump. Like Ty Cobb and Cy
Young, huh?

Come here.

Oops. Oh, goodness.

Too big a burden.

The door was the jar. I guess kissing
between married people isn't allowed in

this monastery.

Yeah.

Don't worry.

We're packing to go.

No, no.

Actually, I was just coming to tell you
that we may, after all, be able to set

aside the piano for your exclusive use.

Excuse me.

And what changed your mind?

Oh, to tell you the truth, my business
partner, Mr. Tremaine, doesn't.

Always appreciate artistic necessity.

Oh, and suddenly you do?

Oh, suddenly?

No, no.

Not at all.

Oh, he has many fine qualities.

Tremaine. But sadly, still lingers under
the old -fashioned

misapprehension that show people are,
well, vagabonds, you know.

Whereas I...

Take a more modern view.

No kidding.

Show people are well practically
royalty.

Oh, we are?

I don't want you to be as comfortable
here.

At the White Sands Hotel, as you would
in, I don't know, in

Buckingham Palace.

Ah. And we certainly know our palaces,
don't we, sugar cakes?

One small favor.

Could you possibly refrain from creating
during mealtimes?

We only work at night.

How does that story about us and King
George keep getting around?

Search me. But I say if it gets us
better service, go with it.

I found preliminary drawings under
devices for sound replication and

amplification. It sounded just like him.
I thought he'd come home. It's his

message to you. Just turn that crank.

My darling Olivia, I cannot begin to
tell you

the pain that I feel in my heart when I
think of the ocean between us.

I ache to feel you.

I'm sorry.

I always get so emotional with Jasper.

Aunt Olivia, this contraption could make
you very wealthy.

Nobody's going to pay to listen to
Jasper talk.

Let me be your business agent in this
matter.

I don't know, Felix.

Well, please.

With this, Uncle Jasper is going to be
bigger than Edison.

That

sound

good?

Sure. It's the first song we ever wrote
together.

I need a rhyme for donkey.

Maybe if I write the words, the tunes
will just pop into your head. Oh, sure.

Listen, I'll try anything.

Well, please. What are you doing?

It's three in the morning. Shh.

The spinster lady said okay.

Yeah, we won't be much longer, because
once I get the light out, we're no good

at all.

I'll tell you what, Mac. We'll clam it
up and pipe it down.

Here's an old trick I stole from Irving
Berlin.

Maybe you wish you'd stolen a tune while
you were at it.

Ah, you're every...

A bit as good as Berlin? Oh, sure.

The only thing me and Irving have in
common is that we can both only play in

key. Hey. Hey, well, you know, maybe you
should have teamed up with him

altogether. With Berlin?

Please. Now there is a one -hit wonder.

Play.

Wouldn't that be the life?

Hobnobbing with kings and tycoons.

I had no idea I was so dull.

Oh, no, no, dear. Not dull.

Settled. Some lives are so full of
excitement and impulse.

Now, hold on. I can be impulsive.

Remember, I took you on that carriage
ride under the moonlight?

That was when Daniel had the croup.

What? Really, Happy King.

The royal order of the Daughters of the
Dominion hosting common musical

performers? A common mode?

For medicinal purposes, is my
understanding.

Some of us bear higher standards for our
organization, Hetty King.

Is that so?

Higher standards than those of his
Imperial Majesty, King

George V?

who just last summer chose to entertain
the Blaines as his personal

houseguest. His Majesty likes the show
tunes?

Apparently.

Now, since we already have scheduled on
our calendar a

musicale to raise funds for the new
portrait of His Majesty to be hung in

heavenly schoolhouse,

Wouldn't it be more appropriate to move
that date forward so as to include our

illustrious visitor?

Shall we vote?

You ready?

We

ordered coffee.

Yes, sir.

I just thought you might like to see
something that could revolutionize the

music industry.

Their royalty system, maybe.

What is that?

Allow me to present my technician, Miss
Selina Dale.

How do you do?

Now, uh, Mr. Blinn, if you could simply
say something, anything into the device.

Oh, my wife's the word, Smith. I just
write tunes. And not too much of that

lately.

Okay, I'll do it. All right.

Anything I want? Anything you want.

Are you ready?

Lizzie Borden took a nap and gave her
husband 40 whacks. Gave her mother.

Perhaps she wanted her husband to stop
feeling sorry for himself.

Now, be prepared.

Be made.

Well, thank you very much. That was very
amusing. That's not it. What's

happened?

Listen,

if you don't mind, we've got a dress for
dinner.

I'm sorry.

No, no, it was very, very amusing.

Very amusing.

No, we thank you.

That's good.

Don't forget the coffee now.

Nothing the king likes more than a good
hand -rolled Havana.

You, uh, you don't mind, do you, ladies?

No, no, not in the least, do we?

His Highness always said nothing tops a
meal better.

Except a nice glass of brandy.

If we drank brandy, which we don't.

Anyway.

Mr. and Mrs. Blaine, you've both
experienced that very rare privilege

in Insider's view of the royals, and we
wondered if you might

grace us with an anecdote or two, you
know.

This is about time spent with our royal
family.

Yes, well, the...

The king.

Nice guy.

Very nice fellow. Quite something,
actually.

The prince.

Well, the prince.

What can you say about the prince? He's
a prince.

And Her Majesty?

Tell us about the queen. The queen?

Oh, well, they don't make them like that
anymore, do they, Rudy?

No. Oh, she's a hoot and a holler. Just
cracking jokes and carrying on. You

know, she's a card.

The queen of the cards. And then you
should see that woman do the bunny hug.

And no one can touch her turkey trot.
Nobody.

Oh, goodness, you have had an intimate
view, haven't you?

Behind the castle wall, they really let
their hair down. Oh, boy. You know what

I'm saying?

How have you found your stay here in
Avonlea?

I trust there's been sufficient pastoral
inspiration.

Yes, we've been writing oodles.

You should see him cracking out the
tunes, huh?

I am glad to hear that, because we
wondered if you might

lend your support to a rather worthy
royal cause.

If it's for our old friend the king,
we'll be there with bells on.

You will?

Oh, hooray. Oh, you will. You'll perform
one of your new songs in our upcoming

musical. One of which? It does benefit
his majesty.

With pleasure.

Uh, sweetums. Look, a deadline is maybe
all we need.

I'll say it is.

Ladies, if you'll excuse me, I...

I'll get some air.

Oh, no.

Hi. Well, thanks.

Before you leave, will you be visiting
His Majesty again?

Well, they did say something about
Christmas.

You're invited for the holiday?

To Palmore.

Belting out the holly and the ivy around
the old upright.

Hey, I wonder if we could bring some
friends.

They've got all the extra room.

To ferry me over to my love and I.

See, the sadder the song, the more she
yields.

I wish I inherited your voice.

Oh, Cecily, you've got a beautiful
singing voice. I wish I heard more of

I failed Olivia. I failed Jasper. I
failed modern science.

Well, the question is, can you make this
thing work?

Dodo!

I forget the fluctuating induction
field. Oh, come on, old girl. You can do

better than that.

I wish I was... Helena, with the
endorsement of the Blames, we can make

Jasperdale a household name.

They're business people. We just have to
prove that it's useful to their

business. How?

Well... I would swim over...

The deepest of ocean.

What are you going to play for us now?
Bad shrieks and bold bellows?

Now, my father's going to sing into this
so you can hear how closely this

machine can replicate a tune.

Yeah, if it could write a tune, I'd be
interested.

Father?

Father?

Oh, you take the high road and I'll take
the low road.

And I'll be in Scotland afore ye.

Ah, but me and my true love, we will
never meet again.

On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch
Lomond.

Good, good. Keep going.

By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie
braes, where the sun

shines bright on Loch Lomond.

Are you a professional, Mr. King?

Oh, bless you, ma 'am, no.

Church socials, the choir, things like
that.

I hear the man's voice, and a tune pops
right into my head.

So, what do you think?

We don't give a lick for the machine.
It's his voice we like. Have you ever

considered Broadway?

You wouldn't turn down Broadway. The
crowds, the lights.

Big theaters, swell restaurants.

Oh, Alex, this is so exciting.

You've always dreamed of singing.

Not on this scale.

What's your best offer?

The Felix.

No, no, no, no. The kid's right.

Okay.

Betty and I will pay you out of our own
pockets for two weeks.

We work up the material, we spring it on
flow.

But... If he buys the package, you're
in.

We pay the going rate, plus throw in a
deluxe room in an upscale hotel.

A deluxe room.

All right, all right, a suite.

The going rate plus 50 % is the least my
client could consider.

Felix, I'm your father, not your client.

Janet, what do you think?

Oh, I think we should talk about it.
Yes, let's talk. As your mother says,

going to think about it.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to go
and see a chicken coop.

What's he holding out for, a cut of the
gross?

I got Sarah's bicycle. Are you in a
hurry?

You'll never guess.

I am organizing a musical review
featuring the Blaines.

Oh, Hedy, not you too.

Oh, not me too what?

Well, all this fuss about the Blaines
wanting me to go to New York and sing on

Broadway. You?

I know it's ridiculous, but the kids are
all excited. They practically got us

packed and ready for the next boat.

They want you.

So they say.

The Blaines want you.

All right, all right. It's not that far
-fetched. Felix thinks that the Blaines

be prepared for us to take the whole
family along.

The whole family.

Oh, oh, Alec, you must. Must I? But I
only got involved to help out with

Jasper's invention for Olivia's sake.

You never have had a scrap of ambition.

Look, I could prove to be a total bust.

I mean, the Blaines have only heard me
sing.

Once? It wasn't even one of their songs.

Well, it's just because you're no longer
young.

It doesn't mean you have to be so
settled.

Settled? That's the word Janet used.

You see, the Blaines show people, show
people. They go on instinct,

gut, like me.

Like you?

Oh, now this is perfect.

You must go to them at once and tell
them that you'll agree to sing their

song. as the grand finale for my
musicale.

Oh, Eric.

Oh, please.

You wouldn't deny your own family, would
you?

No, no, I... Let me think about it.

Do you really think I'm settled?

Oh!

I'll telephone regarding the rehearsal.

Oh, the folly and defilement when they
are both full -grown.

Of all the trees that are in the wood,
the holly bears are crowned.

It's awful good of your Felix to show
Rudy that joint out there.

Oh, the barn.

Oh, I'm sure you're welcome to take the
tour.

No, no, no, I'll stay put.

Something in the barn gives me the
sniffles. Maybe it's the fur.

The fur?

Hair? What is it cows have?

Tell us about New York. Is it exciting?

Ever been on a trolley? No. A subway?

An overhead tram?

We got them all right outside our door.

Where do you live? In a railway yard?

Tell us, where do you live? Your house.
Is it grand?

Well, actually, it's not really a house.

Aha.

An apartment.

Better. We got a suite at the Connaught
Arms Hotel.

You can get room service 24 hours a day.
You want a pastrami at 2 a .m.? You

just pick up the phone.

Oh, yes.

A pastrami at 2 a .m.? Must be a
sleeping powder.

What are you doing here, anyhow?

You don't bake.

Me bake?

That's rich.

No, I never got the knack.

And, well, we don't have what you'd
exactly call a kitchen.

Anyway, nobody bakes in New York. Even
the bakeries deliver.

Oh, baking's one of my favorite things.

I get up at dawn when the house is all
still, and I take the rising loaves out

of the warmer and pop them in the oven.
I have my morning tea, and I watch out

this window with the sun lifting and
mists rising off the meadow.

The whole place smells like freshly
baked bread.

We have dawn in New York. You can watch
the street cleaner.

And it's kind of a myth that hangs over
the Bowery.

It burns off, usually.

Mrs. Blaine, do you have children?

Me? No.

Manhattan is... I mean, of course. Your
kids are going to love Manhattan.

City life can be so broadening.

They'll never want to come home.

They won't.

Now, Mr. Blaine, I hear that you were
able to overcome a severe case of

frustration upon listening to an amazing
voice replicator invented here in

Avonlea. Well, one song is hardly full
recovery.

Hey, but it's a good beginning.

Uh, so, would you say you endorse this
amazing replicator?

We're not really interested in it.

Well, it's, um, portable and patent
-pending, and, uh... Well, perhaps the

police could use it for, you know,
murder confessions. Oh, you don't have

murders in Avonlea.

Al!

Hi!

How's Jan and the kids?

Oh, fine, Mr. Blaine. Mr. Blaine. Betty!

Betty, look, I don't want to interrupt
here.

Are you taking up our offer?

Everyone thinks I... I thought, well, if
I sing one of your songs in Hetty's

show... Oh. You could see how it goes.
You bet.

Absolutely. Oh, I am so thrilled. You
know... This fella is the talent of the

century. Put that in your paper.

Oh,

Janet, you're as changeable as the
weather.

I know, but... Since I talked to the
Blaine, I just don't know what I want.

But... Alec's opportunity.

Surely it should be what he wants that
matters.

Have you been rehearsing all this time?

I guess we lost track of the time.

You know, Alec, I've been thinking. That
song was kind of fun.

It is? Yes, the Blaines, they were
tickled.

That's wonderful.

But you know, if you're doing all this
because of me... You? No, no, no, no,

The more I sang, the more I realized
that a man's got to follow his dreams.

Even if they come later than expected.

Well, yes.

That's true.

A man... A man would be fooled.

Not to take advantage of a chance like
this, don't you think?

I suppose.

I... I'm going to reach for that brass
ring.

Why shouldn't I?

I'm glad it means that much to you.

Yes.

It does.

Bright light.

Here we come.

That's quite enough.

Thank you.

I'll let you know.

You can pull a coin out of your ear if
you'd like to see that.

Dearie, come here and pull a coin out of
Miss King's ear.

No. Never mind.

Go on.

I think I have a fair sense of your
cousin's ability as Ada Hubbell.

Next.

Hedge King.

This hotel is a three -ring stuck.

Did Edward of Blaine's turn to all
-heavenly show a bit mad?

Simon, concentrate.

Mark down that I'll play Scotland the
Brave, but in tribute to the Great White

Way. I've reinterpolated it to a ragtime
beat.

Is there no indignity from which I
cannot be spared?

Quiet.

He has his heart set, Olivia.

Why is he more excited, then? Well, you
know, Alec, we brought your tickets to

the musicale evening.

Oh, thank you. You didn't have to come
all the way down here. What's all this

nonsense you wrote up in the Chronicle
about Alec being the talent of the

century? Why, that... is a direct
quotation.

And your sister. I can't believe Miss
King would make Alec the star of the

musicale. It's shameless promotion of
your own family.

Since when did Alec entertain such
ambitions? I'd like to know.

There are fires burning in my Alec,
about which you know nothing.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to pack
my things for New York.

Can I give you a hand with that saw?

Got the elbow for it.

Don't trouble yourself, Mr. Blaine.
Wouldn't want you to ruin that fine

You're talking to journeyman carpenter
first class, Rudolph Blitzstein.

Step aside.

You're a carpenter?

I'm just a Bronx dinner paler who knows
how to write a tune.

Huh.

You ever miss working with your hands?

Are you kidding?

That's how I started.

To the rhythm of the working world.

Sitting on the front porch, don't you
know?

I'm dreaming of an angel. Her name is
Flo.

Yeah, tunes that come to me, easiest
hitting nails back then.

Now.

Well, you, uh, you always go back to
carpentry? Yeah, Betty would love that.

If it's what you really wanted, I'm sure
she would.

You know, when I was a kid, My dream was
to hear people pouring out of a theater

humming something I wrote.

When you get to be our age, one of those
dreams ought to be coming true.

All I ever really wanted was to run this
farm and raise a family.

You know, your voice is perfect for the
songs Betty and I write.

You gotta be there for me.

Personally, I think your life would be a
lot easier if you learned to play in

something other than C major.

Yeah, I guess that might help.

I won't let you down.

You know, it's not easy living up to
someone else's expectations.

No, I suppose at the end of the day, a
man's just got to live up to his own

expectations.

So what's your advice?

Go back to carpentry?

Or take piano lessons?

Delina!

I was wondering if you'd, uh... You've
never heard of any, uh, crap?

that would allow a person to play the
piano in the key of C major, say, and

music come out in another key.

As a matter of fact, Cousin Jasper, I
believe, has drawings for just such a

device. Really?

It's merely a mathematical series of
levers juxtaposing hammer strikes with

strings hit.

I could attempt a prototype.

By tonight?

Uh...

She's a saucy flash packet and a packet
of pain. She hails from New York

and the dreadnought's her name.

She's bound to the westward where the
stormy... Where's Selena?

I don't know.

But the dreadnought's a slipper to beat
one and all.

Times like these makes one realize the
mixed blessings of going deaf.

She doesn't want to go, you know.

Go? To New York City.

Now, hold on. What do you mean?

Here. Oh, this is it? Thank heavens.
Does it work? In essence, it creates a

template paradigm by transposing in a
predetermined manner.

Yes.

I'll go get Mr. Blaine.

Ah, that's good.

Speaking to you, Alec. Hmm?

Janet says she'll go because she thinks
that you want to go.

And even a deaf old lady can tell that
neither of you wants to go.

Sometimes I wonder how this marriage
works at all.

Well, it's just that... Well, Janet
thinks that I

can't be impulsive.

We all take for granted the good things
that we have.

Maybe you've been complacent, but
impulsive.

That means popping a flower into your
lapel or taking a canoe for a paddle.

Leaving the farm and moving to another
country is a different matter

Thank you, Eliza.

I know exactly what I'm going to do.

Ladies, I'm making a fool of you. Anyone
could claim a more convincing royal

link.

If I really look like someone of
intimate acquaintanceship of the king,

ask you.

No, it doesn't.

Most is impressive.

Let's move straight onwards to the pièce
de résistance of this evening's

entertainment.

Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Alec King.

will now give us his rendition of Rudy
and Betty Blaine's latest composition.

A song destined to make our Alex the
toast of New York's Great White Way.

Yes.

Honky.

Tonky.

Don't.

It's set for G.

I'm sorry, Rudy, but you don't need me
anymore now.

Ladies and gentlemen, with this new
device developed by the Dale family...

I think that we could persuade Mr. and
Mrs. Blaine to perform their new

composition themselves tonight, yes?

But just before that, if you'll indulge
me in certain

impulsiveness, I'd like to sing a song
for my wife.

Albert, I'm going to need your help on
this.

And I'd very much like my daughter to
come and join me. Cecily?

Are you weary of me, my darling?

Did you mean all those words you once
said?

That made me yours forever Since that
day long

ago when we wed Now if you could live
your life over

Would you do it otherwise?

Are you weary of me, my darling?

Answer me.

Here's to the end of your slump.

Let's say I hadn't come out of my slump.
Do you think you could...

I mean, would you have... But you did.

Well, let's say I didn't.

What, if you never wrote another note?

We would have been okay.

You always were a pretty good carpenter.

Miss Hetty, I've got something we want
to show you.

Thanks for the swell party. The king
would have loved it.

Next time you see his majesty, you must
remember me to him. We were old chums at

school.

Well, here's a little something for your
portrait fund, and we thought you'd

appreciate an autographed picture.

Don't forget to tell Georgie if Simon
says hello.

We need to rub salt.

Let me see.

With this device, you can have Bryce,
Jolson, whoever you want sing for Mr.

Seinfeld. So that thing is the greatest.
I'll say.

Thanks, Selina.

Purely my cousin's inspiration.

I'm just sorry we couldn't use the voice
replicator. But who do I see about this

machine?

Oh, Alec, I'm so proud of you.

Well, I suppose we should go home to
your corner, old pal.

Oh, let her wait.

Tonight, you can sing in my ear.