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Good morning, boss. Good morning, Tattoo.

Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

Look, is that man running for office or what? No, Tattoo. As a matter of fact,

he's a professional piano player from Tucumcari, New Mexico.

Oh, I get it. He wants to be a literature.

Hardly, Tattoo. No, Mr. Dan O'Dwyer.

Wants to go back to New York City in the year 1917, when his grandfather was one

of the many songwriters who had studios on 46th Street, better known as Tin Pan

Alley. What is fantasy?

Mr. O'Dwyer's fantasy is to find his grandfather some published songs, bring

them back with him now, and publish them.

If, if indeed his grandfather actually wrote them.

You cannot let her stay here.

Soon she will be breaking up and breaking marriage. Tattoo, tattoo.

That's Miss Gina Edwards, the actress.

Andrea Schuyler is just the character she plays in the soap opera.

I know, boss.

Who is she with?

Mr. Jeff Harrison, her husband, the director of the soap opera in which Miss

Edwards stars.

When the rest of the cast and crew arrive, they'll be filming outdoor

for their show. Miss Edwards is also here because she has a fantasy.

A successful lady like her?

She's a very frightened lady, Tattoo.

You see, she believes that the evil character she portrays has literally

life. You might say her fantasy is to be rid of the fear that she's losing her

mind.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

This song fragment was one of several I found in a trunk in my grandmother's

attic after she died.

Maybe you only wrote your songs.

Yes. Or maybe he didn't write them at all.

These news clippings are about plagiarism suits filed against your

Mr. Jeremy Todd.

Ah, sour grapes, Mr. Rourke. Even his friend George M. Cohan said grandfather

was a genius. A lot of people were just plain old jealous of him.

Perhaps. Oh, I see he was about your age when he left a wife and two children in

Wisconsin to go to Broadway, where his Irish charm quickly established him as

quite a ladies' man, huh?

Yes.

Also, Mr. O'Dwyer, you may become very fond of him.

And I remind you that Mr. Jeremy Todd was killed in action in World War I.

I can handle it, Mr. Rourke.

Very well.

Whatever happens, you cannot let him or anyone else know who you really are. Nor

can you warn him about his impending death. If you do, your fantasy will end

immediately.

I don't see a problem.

All right.

Then, Mr. Dwyer, think of those days of long ago.

New York City, 1917.

Imagine 46th Street, Tin Pan Alley.

It's a beautiful sun -spangled day in April.

Inside every storefront shop, songwriters are at their pianos trying

their musical wares to the passers -by.

And now, Mr. O'Dwyer, you are part of that scene.

I think you'll find your grandfather, Mr. Jeremy Todd, there.

who's kissing her now.

I wonder who's teaching her how.

Wonder who's looking into her eyes.

Mr.

Rourke was right.

It's my grandfather's studio. I'm really here.

Excuse me, kid. Yeah.

I can see that you knew the city.

Todd's name, Jeremy Todd of Todd and Cudahy.

Songwriter's extraordinaire.

Jeremy Todd the composer?

I can see you've heard of me, huh? Yeah.

Well, today's your lucky day, kid.

I can see that you're interested in music.

Why don't you just step inside here with me?

That's it.

Come right in.

Oh,

good, Bob.

My favorite supper, Bella.

It should never have happened, Andrea.

It'll never happen again, I swear.

Oh, you know it will.

After all, you don't want your wife to find out about us, do you?

She's still weak from the operation, Andrea. If she finds out about this, it

could kill her.

We'll then be here tonight at nine.

Rick will be giving a lecture.

I wasn't destroying my father.

I'm just never satisfied.

I think we've seen enough, Tattoo.

Tattoo?

Yes, boss?

That's enough.

That is not finished yet.

Just what do you mean when you say that Andrea has come to life, Miss Edwards?

When the character of Andrea was created, she was an instant hit.

The more cruel, the more hateful she was, the more the audience liked it.

I was spending more time being her than being myself.

And now it's as if she's taken on a life of her own.

It's as if there are two people inside me.

You're afraid that someday her personality will take over entirely, is

She talks to me.

She says that...

Some night I'm going to go to sleep, and that's going to be the end of me.

Because the person who wakes up will be her.

I'm so scared, Mr. Rourke.

And your husband?

I haven't told him.

You haven't?

Andre's been making me act so crazy lately, he knows that something's wrong.

Which makes things very tense between us.

Naturally.

I love him more than anything, Mr. Rourke.

Try not to worry, Miss Edwards.

I'll find a solution to your problem.

I promise.

Will you excuse me, Mr. Rock? Oh, by all means.

Oh, and thank you, Mr. Rock.

Gina!

Abba dabba dabba dabba dabba dabba dab said the chimpie to the monk.

Babba dabba dabba dabba dabba dabba dab said the monkey to the chimp.

All night long they chatted away. All day long they're happy and gay. Swinging

and singing in the honky tonky way.

Abba dabba dabba dabba dabba dabba dab means monk I love but you.

Babba dabba dab and monkey talk means chimp I love you too.

Then the big baboon one night in June he married them and very soon they went up

on their abba dabba honeymoon.

Well, look, if you don't like that one, we got plenty more.

Oh, no, it was really good, but you see, I'm not here to buy.

I'm a piano player myself. I'm looking for a job.

I got a song I want you to hear.

Wait a minute. That's my song. I wrote that. You did?

You're damn right I did. Yeah, you're damn right he did.

That's great.

I mean, I just want to make sure I'm talking to the real Jeremy Todd, not

phony. Well, I'm the title wrote that tune, all right?

Great. Well, anyway, I like your style.

And you're hired.

But you didn't play that tune quite right.

Here, scoot over and I'll show you.

Now, you don't flat the third note.

And you play it with just a little more feel.

May come your way They bring the flowers

That bloom in May So when it's

raining Have no regrets Because it

isn't raining

my heels. You soon will see crowds of

deaf O'Deals.

So keep on looking for a bluebird and listening

for his song.

Is that a song?

It's a wonderful song.

Dan, my boy, this lovely little lady here is Miss Carol Bowen, best song

in Tin Pan Alley. Why, thank you. Darling, say hello to Mr. Dan O'Dwyer.

now on, he'll be tinkling the ivories for you.

Well, I'm very pleased to meet you, Mr. O'Dwyer.

The pleasure is mine, Miss Bowen.

Well, what more can a girl ask for on a bright spring day than to be surrounded

by three handsome bachelors?

Bachelors? Oh, are you married, Mr. O'Dwyer?

Not me.

Well, I know Mr. Cudahy has just broken off his engagement.

And Jeremy could never marry. Well, not without breaking every heart in the

follies, the frolics, and the scandals.

Isn't that right, darling? Yes, of course, my dear.

But enough of such dreary talk, huh?

Dan, my boy, I think it's about time that we introduced you to a little bit

the old sod right here in New York.

Gallagher's.

Lead on, Mr. Todd.

Who's getting the junior? Top, please.

Quiet. Roll it.

Speed. Slater.

The South Seas are everything I said they would be.

It's warm. It's lush. It's romantic.

Promise me you'll try, Envy. Please.

Just this once.

Well, you know me, Rick. I'll try anything once.

Keep rolling. Don't cut. Please.

Tina, please. Would you try to get in this? I mean, this is for real. This is

Andrea talking.

Spice it up.

Nice and sexy.

See?

Even Jeff loves Andrea.

I just pick it up from there and give her the handle.

Please, honey.

Just this once, please.

You know me, Rick.

Try anything once.

Let's use these seven days.

Let's put the fire back in our marriage.

Todd, hi.

Sorry to interrupt Uncle Rick, but Dean Horowitz wants you to call him as soon

as possible. Oh, all right. I'll talk with him.

I'll see you up in the room.

Olin looked so nervous.

He doesn't suspect a thing.

Did you get the gun?

Oh, yes. God help me, I did.

Good.

Good boy.

Fine. Very nice. It's print. Cut.

All right, we'll do the ladies' close -ups next.

Gina, I said there was a cut.

Was my energy level a little high?

It's all fine, fine. You were fine.

You were perfect.

Perfect.

Everyone was perfect.

Hello, I'm perfect. How are you?

You know what I get for my perfect work?

What?

I get killed.

Oh. I get seen 138.

Seen 138 is a bullet.

Through the heart.

I don't even get the chance to hang around the hospital and linger. Just a

little mug on.

Hey, whoa, whoa. Where are you going?

We have some unfinished business.

We do?

Sure do.

That kiss.

Don't be ridiculous.

I was in character.

What, three minutes after the take ended?

No, I don't think so.

What is that good an actress?

Stop it.

He's right, Gina. I do want him.

And before too long, I'm going to have him.

Time's running out, sweetheart.

Gina?

Oh, Mr. O'Dwyer, what do you think?

First call me Dan.

And I think the Gallaghers is adequate.

And you're the most attractive woman I've ever seen.

Hmm.

You've got a touch of the Blarney yourself, don't you, Dan?

No Blarney, Carol.

I'm very attracted to you.

I just hope you're not too involved with Jeremy.

And why shouldn't I be, Mr. O'Dwyer?

What I meant was...

I hope you give me a chance, too.

Well... I'm not that involved.

Yet.

Thanks, Joe.

She's here. In person, Jeremy Milad. The Ziegfeld thrush herself.

Miss Lily Burton.

Opportunity wasted is opportunity lost.

Today's our lucky day.

If Lily likes the song, it's a guaranteed hit.

Come along, you lovely creature, and sing like you've never sung before.

What are you talking about?

I want you to sing the song I wrote for you.

Jeremy, you thought I could sing that for the first time at the Hippodrome.

I know, but this is very important.

Excuse me, friend.

Jeremy. Look, please trust me and sing to bring tears to the eyes of angels.

Please.

Closer loving

an honor to meet you, Miss Burton.

Who wrote that song? It's charming.

Well, uh, I did.

As a matter of fact, Miss Lily, I wrote it for you.

Oh, I like it.

In fact, I love it.

I must have it for my appearance tomorrow night at the Hippodrome.

You mean you want to sing my song at the Hippodrome?

I don't know what to say.

Oh, say yes.

And send a copy over tomorrow morning for rehearsal.

Good day, Mr. Todd.

Good day.

Hey,

hey, hey, what's wrong?

Oh, Dan.

He gave her the song you wrote for me.

What?

What?

Where's Carol? I have to explain. Explain what?

That your two -time in Romeo would sell a soul for a $5 profit?

So why'd you break some little girl's heart?

Gina.

Gina.

Over here, Gina.

You didn't really think I'd let you sleep, did you?

Go away.

You don't exist.

Of course I exist.

You created me.

You did an outstanding job.

But that's because I was a labor of love.

Love? I hate you.

I'm everything you always wanted to be but can't.

Because you're so afraid of what people might think.

Afraid of what your parents might think, or your husband, or your friends, or

God.

But I don't have any of those people to answer to. That's why I'm so strong.

You can't get rid of me.

Because deep inside, you adore me.

Go away, please!

Oh, stop whimpering, Gina.

Need to think.

Once I have you out of the way for good, how will I possibly make it with Brad,

with that husband of yours around?

Solution.

Kill your husband.

No!

Just what are you doing here, Mr. O'Dwyer?

I'm feeling my thumb.

I wouldn't do... What up your brow?

You've copied down everything I've ever written.

First of all, my fine Mr. O'Dwyer, you're fired.

Second of all, I'm going to break your thieving neck. Oh, you're welcome to

Mr. Todd. Come on.

Carol, darling, I tried... Don't shoot Carol, darling, me, you Benedict Arnold.

You don't have to fire me. I quit.

But, Carol... Mr. O'Dwyer, I would be pleased if you would escort me from

premises. With pleasure, Miss Bowen.

And at the same time as they interfere, I'll chase them up the nearest tree.

Carol, you don't realize this man is a thief.

Oh, I doubt it, Mr. Todd.

If he were, he'd still be working for you.

All things considered, I would think you could put in a good word for me.

Bertrand, I'm sorry. They've written you out of the show. It's out of my hands.

You look tired.

I am.

I couldn't sleep last night.

I'm sorry to hear that.

You have a very tough day ahead of you.

You are coming back to work.

Jeff, I can't. I simply can't.

Yes, you can. You'll be there, Gina.

Will you run any further behind him?

I'll shoot something else until three o 'clock. You be on the set at three. You

be there ready for work. If you're not, I call the producers and I am quite sure

they will call the attorneys.

Sorry.

Tattoo. Yes, boss.

Did you hear the good news?

Would it concern where you were all day yesterday, by any chance?

No, I'm going to be in a soft opera.

And furthermore, I've got two lines.

Two lines?

Yes, and they're going to shoot my scene next.

Is that all right, boss? Is that... You have a great deal to do around here,

Tattoo.

But nothing that can't wait another day.

Oh, boss, thank... Thank you. Thank you very much. Thank you both.

Miss Edwards, is everything all right? Get away from me.

You promised me you would help me.

She's going to kill Jeff.

Is she?

Well, I don't intend to stand by and let that happen.

I'm leaving this island right away.

Miss Edwards, that would be a tragic mistake.

I believe the only reason you've been able to keep Andrea at bay so far is

because of your love for your husband. If you deny that love now by running

or even thinking about it... I've had it with your theories, Mr. Rourke.

Goodbye.

Thanks, anyway.

Dan, I don't know anything about you. Who you are, where you're from.

I'm from a small town out west, and I'm not much of anybody, really.

Let's talk about you.

Oh, I'm not much of anybody either.

Carol, darling, I'm not going to let Jeremy Todd get away with this.

Dan?

I'll be back.

I'm going to get you back your song.

Put the suitcase down, sweetheart.

Where you're going, you won't need it.

You won't need anything.

Stay away from me.

Thanks for not listening to Mr.

Rourke. You've made it so much easier for me.

No, I won't let you hurt Jeff.

Goodbye, Jeannie.

I want to talk to you.

You're going to give Carol back her song.

Afraid I can't do that, Danny boy. Then you're going to have to fight me.

That was a dirty trick you handed Carol, and you got a beating coming. Put him

up. My God, O'Dwyer, I believe we just might make an Irishman out of you yet.

But if you calm down, I'll tell you about Carol, the song, and a few other

things. I like your concern for Carol.

I'm rather fond of that girl myself.

Well, aren't you forgetting two or three little things?

Like your wife and kids back in Wisconsin?

How do you know about them?

Never mind. I know.

I don't know who you are, kid, but if you know about my family, then you

also know that I haven't forgotten them.

98 cents out of every dollar I make goes home to them. Everything I do is for

them, and you can take that to the bank. Oh, yeah? What about the way you come

on to Carol?

Oh, kid, this coming on, as you call it, is the only way to make it on the big

stem. Along the alley, you gotta shine and rattle.

Flatten ladies, dazzle them.

Get them interested in you so you then can get them interested in your songs.

Sounds like more blarney to me, and it still doesn't explain what you did to

Carol.

Listen, kid, the songs Lily Barton sings are instant hits.

Now that's money in the bank back home.

Shoes for my kids. Nice things for my wife.

For seven years she worked to support us so I could be out here peddling my

songs. So I figure I owe her, you know what I mean?

The only question is, why should I care enough about what you think to be

telling you all this?

Maybe it's because we're both Irish.

Yeah, maybe.

Or maybe it's because I just want somebody to understand before I go

off and get shot at.

If it ever happens.

We'll fight, all right.

My God, how could I forget?

And the date.

Today's the day it happens.

Mr. Rourke was right.

A little blarney of my own can make things work out for all of us.

Who's war? What are you, cracking up, kid?

Oh, not yet.

But you hang on to your hat, Jeremy, my lad, while I do a little coming on to my

own.

How dare you tell me I can't sing tonight?

It's the war, Miss Burton. Oh, what's the war got to do with it? It's not our

war anyway.

Oh, lovely lady, I wish that were true.

Madam? I speak for the President of the United States, and it's his wish that

you board a train for Washington, D .C. at once and sing at a patriotic rally to

be held at the White House. Believe me, we are at war. Boy!

Extra! America declares war! Read all about it! Right, right.

Thank you.

Extra! Extra!

War declares!

Oh, we are at war. Please, madam, the President's waiting.

Father, what are you waiting for? Wait a minute.

My turn now, Gina.

You're more to be an actor than you thought, aren't you?

Oh, yes.

Release, union agreement, tax form, all this to say two lines.

Now, there. You see that?

See this gun?

This is the gun.

This very gun is going to handle three years of very unappreciated travail on

this program.

It's kind of like fate.

Never sign less than a five -year contract.

Sorry, I was rude earlier.

Gina, great dress. Made up for work, I see. That's nice.

I knew you'd come through.

No thanks to you, darling.

I'll be ready for you just as soon as I finish this whole sequence.

You know, I'd very much like to...

Pick up where we left off yesterday.

Badly enough to do to my husband.

What you do to Andre is in the scene we're about to shoot.

You talking about killing him?

Mm -hmm.

And walking away scot -free.

Dan, it's no use. Why not?

Lily Burton has never missed a performance in her life.

Look, believe me, she's going to miss this one.

Look, Carol, you can't run away just because you feel disappointed.

You've got a beautiful voice, and you're going to make it.

But you've got to be willing to take a chance.

I've got a gut feeling this is your night.

If you'll let it be.

It's crazy.

But all right.

Let's go.

Let's go.

All right, let's go on to the next sequence.

Martha, let's set up over here.

I want the camera and the boom, everything back on that side of the

Okay, let's move over behind the bushes.

All right, next sequence.

Hello, Edwards.

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you.

It's amazing what little makeup will do, huh?

I look like a totally different person, right? Yes.

You've taken over, haven't you, Andrea?

Gina. Fight her.

You love your husband and your husband loves you. Use that love to fight her,

Gina.

Mr. Rourke is right.

Jeff and I love each other.

I am going to fight you.

Gina, I'm ready for you.

Good. Gina, look, this is tearing me apart.

Everything, I don't quite understand it. All I know is that I have to find some

way of making things right between us.

I don't know for a fact that you're seeing Brad. All I know is that

eating at you inside, and it's destroying you, and I stand by, and

apparently nothing that I can do about it.

Let go of me! No!

It's my big scene.

Oh, I'm sorry to do, but I'm sure it went very well.

Oh, it went great.

I walk up to Andrea and I say, here comes your taxi.

I say it with a lot of feeling.

But I thought you had two lines.

Oh, yes, but the show was running too long, so they had to shorten my path.

I see.

What are they doing now?

The director is blocking the scene.

Ah, I see.

start, Bertrand, you'll be seated here, facing out.

Okay? Brad, you have the gun.

Fine. Here.

Just come right alongside the foul.

And you cross behind him, stopping about right here. Okay?

That'll be your first stop.

You'll hit him with the first two lines. Then slowly cross. Very slowly.

Okay, Brad, when you're approximately... You're not nearly as strong as you

think you are.

This position here, that's where you take the gun out. Show it to him.

Naturally, you're going to jump up and back away slowly.

Nobody's ever left.

Nobody ever will.

All right, now I want you to kind of counter around the table here. As you

that's where you do the begging and pleading. Don't shoot, don't shoot. All

right, when he is in about this position, that's a perfect place to

right at him.

Fire.

You're losing control, Andrea.

Without love, you're weak, Andre. You're nothing.

You mean like this?

I think show business is going to be my life after all.

Don't be discouraged, Tattoo. What happened here is not the nature of show

business. It's human nature itself. Sometimes bad, but more often, very

Thank you.

God, thank you.

Gina. What?

You're loving me?

Ladies and gentlemen.

Miss Lily Burton will not sing for us tonight.

She was supposed to sing my song.

What happened to the luck of the Irish? Just wait, guys.

Come on.

In Miss Burton's place, Miss Carol Bowen.

Ladies and gentlemen, the song I intended to sing... is a beautiful

by Mr. Jeremy Todd.

But instead, as our country marches off to war, let it be to the stirring music

of another one of America's favorite composers, Mr. George M. Cohan.

How'd you pull it off so neat, babe?

Nothing you wouldn't have done. If you'd have thought of it.

Over there, over there.

Send the word, send the word over there.

That the Yanks are coming, the Yanks are coming. The drums, drums coming

everywhere.

So prepare,

say a prayer.

Send the word, send the word over there.

We'll be over, we're coming over. And we won't come back till it's over

over there.

I just wish I had a little more time to get to know you better.

What do you mean?

Cudahy and I got a little carried away today.

We went down and enlisted.

Yeah, we did.

And forever in peace may you wave You're the emblem of

the land I love The home of the free and the brave

I was going to wait until after the show, but I might as well ask you now.

See that my family gets that, will you?

Sure. The address is right there.

Once we settle this little squabble, I'm going to go back home, get a regular

job.

You look me up, you hear?

I'll do that.

I don't know what it is about you, kid.

Listen, if you get around to enlisting, drive to 69th New York.

With a name like O'Dwyer, you'll be a sergeant in no time.

See you in the trenches.

See you.

there's never a boast or brag.

But should old acquaintance be foretold, keep your eye on that grand

old...

Time to go, Mr. O'Dwyer.

So long, you damned Irishman.

Well, Mr. Dwyer, I understand you've already made arrangements to publish

grandfather's songs, huh? Oh, yeah.

Everything turned out except for Falling in Love.

You mean Miss Carol Bowen?

Very pretty.

How would you know that tattoo?

Oh, well, Mr. Dwyer, you see, Miss Bowen was granted a very unusual fantasy of a

whole week on Tin Pan Alley to prepare to sing George M. Cohan songs on the

stage of the Hippodrome, and she did.

You see, her fantasy was a secret, too.

Thanks, Mr. Rourke. I'll take over from here.

Are you sure he's not just a wee bit Irish himself?

Mr. Rourke, Gina finally told me.

Why she really wanted to come here.

Thank you for helping her. Thank you for helping us.

Are you sure Andrea is gone for good?

I think the reason she came to life like that was because I was just working way

too hard. From now on, there's just going to be one breadwinner in this

Maybe because whose career is going to be forfeited?

Mine.

Goodbye.

You're very welcome. Bye.

Tattoo, are you preparing for your next role?

Yes, boss, but only if I can be the producer so they don't cut my lines.