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("Back in the Country"
by Roy Acuff playing)

♪ When was the last time
you got up before the sun ♪

♪ And watched
while the night and day ♪

♪ Melted into one? ♪

♪ When was the last time
you really looked at rain ♪

♪ Dripping down the gutter,
splashing on the windowpane? ♪

♪ My fondest memories
are tied around these things ♪

♪ Sunday school,
bedtime rules ♪

♪ Grandma's squeaky swing ♪

♪ Sneaking out
behind the barn ♪

♪ My love would
meet me there ♪

♪ Tripping in the hallway
over Grandpa's rocking chair ♪

♪ Back in the country,
now I know you're gonna say ♪

♪ Back in the country ♪

♪ Don't you wish
that you had stayed? ♪

♪ Back in the country ♪

♪ Where the roses
still grow wild ♪

♪ Back in the country ♪

♪ Where you walked
those country miles ♪

♪♪

♪ When was the last time ♪

♪ You saw sundown
through a tree ♪

♪ When was the last time ♪

♪ That you heard
a Bobwhite song? ♪

-♪ When was the last time ♪
-(car horn honks)

-♪ I'll bet it's
been too long ♪
-(truck horn blares)

♪ Back in the country... ♪

(tires squealing)

("I Would Like to See You Again"
by Johnny Cash playing)

♪ Make you blue ♪

♪ But I just saw a picture
of a railroad track ♪

♪ And some old shack ♪

♪ And me and you ♪

♪ Guess I'd better
straighten out my mind ♪

♪ Straighten it out ♪

♪ Go to bed ♪

(indistinct chatter)

I'm going
to take the...

I'll need you
at the office later, okay?

... I have to take
the kids to school...

You don't have
to start following her until...

♪ And a whole lot
has happened since then ♪

♪ But tonight babe your
memory's awfully strong
on my mind ♪

♪ And I would like
to see you again ♪

announcer (on radio):
That was the Man in Black,

and this is WHN 1050
on your dial,

the home of country music
in New York City.

It's a beautiful Monday
here in the Big Apple

so if you city slickers
are feelin' blue,

stay right here.

We'll be right back.

-Stavros!
-Ah, Leonida.

It's been a long time,
long time.

(indistinct chatter)

-My wife.
-How do you do, Mrs. Niotes?

-(helicopter blades whirring)
-(indistinct chatter)

("Leaving Louisiana
in the Broad Daylight"
by Rodney Crowell playing)

♪ Left her momma crying
with her head in her hands ♪

I just got in,
I have to leave!

Tomorrow, I go with him
to Washington.

So take good care
of my wife.

♪ She said, momma, I got to go,
I gotta get outta here ♪

♪ I gotta get out of town,
I'm tired of hangin' around ♪

♪ I gotta roll on ♪

♪ Between the ditches ♪

-♪ It's just an
ordinary story ♪
-(engine starts)

♪ 'bout the way things go ♪

♪ 'Round and around
nobody knows ♪

♪ But the highway
goes on forever ♪

Father! Father?

Come in here and look at this!
It's beautiful. I want one.

♪ Lord, she never
would've done it ♪

♪ If she hadn't got drunk ♪

♪ If she hadn't
started runnin' ♪

♪ With a travelin' man ♪

♪ If she hadn't
started takin' ♪

♪ Those crazy chances ♪

♪ She said, daughter,
let me tell... ♪

Stavros Niotes:
No, you stay here. I'm fine.

-You watch your mother.
-driver: Going to The Plaza,
Mr. N-Niotes?

♪ ...he'll be long gone
before you know it ♪

announcer (on radio):
That was Rodney Crowell.
And now, real quick,

here's another newcomer
doing very well.

And I hear
she's a New Yorker.

Christy Miller,
"Kentucky Nights".

Keep her right here, Sam.

Sam who?

Well, what's your name?

My name's Deborah.

That's why
I called you Sam.

You make sense.

I'll take the tangerine
if you give me a butt.

Sam:
What are you, a cop?

What, do I look
like a cop?

Could be. My brother
was a cop. So?

So your brother was a cop.

Take the drive up here,
will you, Sam?

Okay, boss.

♪ City life... ♪

Who's your friend
with the beard?

You a Mafia
or somethin'?

You smoke too much.

Doin' a lot better.
Used to be three packs.

Your friend with
the beard is weird.

I'm gonna finish
a pack now.

-Too much.
-I know.

Goddamn things
are killin' people.

-I gotta stop.
-Yeah, I stopped.

♪ Now, lover ♪

♪ You mean
so much more to me ♪

Sam:
Your friend,
he don't smoke,

-don't like music...
-Uh-huh.

You weird like your friend
with the beard?

Me? Oh, no, Sam.

Me, I'm a charmer.

Get off up here.

I'd like to.

Oh, Sam!

♪ City... ♪

Okay, Sam,
I'll see you later.

I think you will, boss.

I don't know what
I like better about you,

your freckles
or... your freckles.

-Oh, you are a--
-Mm-hmm.

kid:
Daddy! Daddy!

-Daddy!
-Wait for me, Stefania!

Oh, my God!
Best girls on earth!

I knew you were coming today.
I knew it.

-I knew too, Daddy.
-You did not.

I was the one who said
"Let's wait a little longer."

You didn't say anything.

-But I thought it.
-She thought it.

She's just lying, Dad.

No, I'm not.

Oh, you're
smoking, Johnny.

-Jesus! How'd that get there?
-"How'd that get there?"

-That's Sam, fellas.
This is Steffie.
-Ow!

-How's it going, Steffie?
-Pretty good.

-And Gina.
-Howdy, Gina.

-Howdy.
-Gotta drive.

Okay. Go ahead, Sam.
Have a good day.

See ya later, kids.
Nice to meet you.

So long, Daddy.

-Is that a new one?
-What do you think?

-She's very pretty.
-I liked her freckles.

Oh, did she have freckles?

Yeah, Daddy.
She had a lot of freckles.

-Oh.
-Daddy noticed the freckles.

-Well, thanks a lot, Stefania.
-What about Christy?

Ah, Christy,
Christy, Christy.

"Christy, Christy, Christy."
You always say that, Daddy.

Why do you do that?
It's so cute.

I don't know
why I do that.

I haven't seen you
for two days!

It's been two days, Daddy.

Shut up, idiot.
Stop repeating
everything I say.

-I'm not!
-You are!

Well, maybe she has
the same thought.

You keep beating her to it.

I have the same thought.

Very boring.

Daddy, can I have
a pineapple?

What are you gonna do
with a pineapple in school?

Who's gonna cut it for you?

Your mother'll buy you
a pineapple.

How is your mother?

-She's okay.
-She's okay.

She threw a jar
of roses at Dad--

-I mean at Cliff.
-Roses, huh?

I don't know why
I called him "Dad."

I don't call him
that anymore.

Don't worry about it, kid.

Mommy likes for us
to call him "Dad."

No. She doesn't care.

Don't worry about it.
This is kid shit.

Call the guy
whatever you want.

I mean, you see
a lot more of him than me.

I'm the one who left.

I sometimes wish
you were together.

Well, then we wouldn't have met
Christy or Alicia.

Or Suzanna. Is she still
in Albuquerque, New Mexico?

Yeah, she'll be there
for a while.

Christy's so funny.
I like her.

-I like Alicia.
-I like Alicia, too.

I didn't say
I didn't like her.

You like
Christy better.

No, I don't.
I like them both.

Sometimes I feel sorry
for Christy, though.

-Why is that, angel?
-I don't know.

Christy is funny, Daddy.

Christy's in love
with you, Daddy.

Yeah, well, I love her too.

But you're not
in love with her.

What the hell
do you know about it?

Women's intuition.

It's women's intuition,
Daddy.

Will you cut that out!

-Come on. You'll be late.
-You finish that case, Daddy?

That's why you didn't see me.
Started a new one today.

-You got a date tonight?
-How about the cab driver?

Good. I don't like
when you're alone.

Stop worrying.
You'll get an ulcer.

-I love you, Daddy.
-Ah, Gina, my Gina.

When can we have dinner?

-How about tomorrow?
-Okay.

-Bye.
-See you later.

Be nice to your mother!

Good luck tonight,
Daddy!

Good luck tonight,
Daddy!

There you go again!
Stop doing it!

Yo! Cab!

Take me down
to Wall Street, will you?

(engine revving)

("Ain’t Misbehavin’"
by Louis Armstrong playing)

♪ No one to talk with,
all by myself ♪

♪ No one to walk with,
but I'm happy on the shelf ♪

♪ Ain't misbehavin',
I'm savin' my love ♪

(scatting)

♪ I know for certain
the one I love ♪

♪ I'm through with flirtin' ♪

♪ It's just you
I'm thinkin' of ♪

♪ Ain't misbehavin',
I'm savin' my love ♪

(scatting)

♪ Like Jack Horner
in the corner ♪

♪ Don't go nowhere,
and I don't care ♪

♪ All your kisses
are worth waitin' for ♪

♪ Believe me ♪

♪ I don't stay out late,
don't care to go ♪

♪ I'm home about eight,
just me and my radio ♪

♪♪

Charles Rutledge:
God, she looks
awful pretty in that dress.

Keep your mind on business,
Charles. Is it dark yet?

-I don't think so.
-Whatever you say, Chas.

Charles:
You think she's gonna
meet the boyfriend

or the husband or--

We're gonna find out.
Come on, let's go.

-(traffic noise)
-(indistinct chatter)

Mm, oh, it's so
hard to say.

Yeah, I think
it happened once, but...

You never know...

(indistinct chatter)

-Do you love him?
-No.

Are you sure?

Yes.

(horns honking)

(inaudible conversation)

I'll see you later. Bye!

It's a hotel!

Good, Chas.

(smooth jazz music playing)

(inaudible conversation)

(smooth jazz music continues)

-Can I help you, sir?
-No, thank you. I--

Well, uh...

Yeah, uh,
do you have--

Actually, I've eaten,
uh, so maybe...

Do you, do you have
a specialty?

Or I could have--

I could have a tomato juice
on the rocks, I-I guess.

-Very good.
-Unless you-- thanks.

(exhales forcefully)

(mouthing)

Forget it. Hold that one.
I never want to talk to her.

Wait. Hold on a second, Amy.
The gaucho just showed up.

Mrs. Martin's boyfriend.

He's got a girl with him
I wish I knew.

No. No.

(bell rings)

I don't know who
the other girl is.

I'll tell ya,
I'm gonna find out.

Tell Johnny
where we are, will ya?

Gotta go, kiddo.
I'll see you later.

Yo, Mary,
you got a butt?

It's Sylvia.

Glad to hear it, Sylvia.
You got a butt?

Sure. Why not?

Something wrong
with your eyes, Junior?

Yeah. I'm dazzled
by your allure.

-Mm-hmm.
-Got a match?

-Where you gonna be later?
-I'm busy.

With the gaucho?

Maybe. What's it to you?
You know him?

No. Nuh-uh. Do you?

Aren't you getting
a bit nosy?

-How can I help it?
-(chuckles)

Nah, he's just a friend.
Rich kid.

He's cute, though.

At least I can see
his eyes.

Well, the shades
come off at midnight.

Where you gonna be?

(smooth jazz continues playing)

(glasses clink)

-Here you are, sir.
-What? Oh.

Alright, thank you.

(whistling)

(classical music playing)

(people chattering)

(inaudible conversation)

Georgie-George,
one of the great men.
Can I use the phone?

Sure, Johnny, go ahead.
You workin'?

Nah, never.

Yeah, honey,
will you get me the Algonquin.

Honey, page Arthur Brodsky
in the lobby for me, will you?

(smooth jazz music playing)

bellhop:
Mr. Arthur Bromsky!
Mr. Arthur Bromsky!

-Mr. Arthur Bromsky!
-Yeah, yeah.

-Telephone.
-Brodsky.

Brodsky.

Yeah? Hey, Johnny.
What's happening?

What? What are you doin'
at the...?

Oh, yeah? Really?

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

(clattering)

-Arthur Brodsky: Not much.
-(dish clattering)

Arthur:
Mrs. Martin's just
leavin' with the boyfriend.

What? Oh, not again.
Christy's not that dumb.

Tipp City, pal.
Do not worry, I'll be there.

-What was that?
-Johnny. No big deal.

Go, go, go, go!

Maybe we better stop
leavin' the boyfriend out
of the reports, Chas.

-Boyfriend!
-Four times this week
already, bro'.

-Yeah, but never alone with him.
-Yeah.

-Until today.
-That's what I mean.

I don't like this.
I don't like this at all.

Easy, easy.
Good. Right here.

("Theme From New York, New York"
by Frank Sinatra playing)

♪ Are melting away ♪

♪ I'll make
a brand new start of it ♪

♪ In old New York ♪

Thanks, pal.

♪ If I can make it there... ♪

(inaudible conversation)

He asks a lotta questions,
the husband.

Is it dark yet?

Yeah, I guess.

Good. Whew.

Just one hit for me.
It's gonna be a long night.

Hmm. Me too.

(inaudible arguing)

Look at it this way, Chas.

She's in pre-bop
with the boyfriend.

She's in post-bop
with the husband.

If she goes into post-bop
with the boyfriend,

she'll be in-- eh,

she'll be in ex-bop
with the husband.

And if she's in ex-bop
with the husband,

the case is over,
we get paid,

and... well, then,
it's every man for himself.

Yeah, but it's the post-bop
with the boyfriend
that worries me.

Yeah, well, it's the post-bop
with the boyfriend

that worries everybody.

That's what we got
the job for.

Chas, remember?

-Yeah, yeah, yeah.
-Chas, remember?

I know, I know, I know.

No, no, no, I'm going. Keep it.
I'm gonna go see Johnny.

You call me at Christy's later
if you can, alright?

I'll see ya.

(inaudible dialogue)

Hello, beautiful.

(band playing Christy Miller's
"Kentucky Nights")

(singing)
♪ Fallen ♪

(crowd cheering)

♪ I have no place left to go ♪

♪ No one to help me ♪

♪ I've been sinkin'
like a stone ♪

♪ I been callin' the Blues ♪

♪ My firstborn ♪

♪ And one old lonely room
my home ♪

♪ I've been blinded
by these city lights ♪

♪ Dreamin' of
Kentucky nights ♪

♪ What's a country girl
like me to do? ♪

♪ I've been livin'
with my foolish pride ♪

♪ And driven by the rain ♪

♪ But there's nothin'
in this city ♪

♪ But the heartbreak
and the pain ♪

♪ Now, lover ♪

♪ You mean
so much more to me ♪

♪ Been livin'
in this lonely town ♪

♪ And tryin' to be free ♪

♪ I've been spending
all my time up north alone ♪

♪ But those
Appalachian Mountains ♪

♪ Are my home ♪

♪ I've been blinded
by these city lights ♪

♪ Dreamin' of Kentucky nights ♪

♪ What's a country girl
like me to do? ♪

♪ I've been livin'
with my foolish pride ♪

♪ And driven by the rain ♪

♪ But there's nothin'
in this city ♪

♪ But the heartbreak
and the pain ♪

♪ I did my best ♪

♪ Can't get no rest ♪

♪ I tried to make
these city ways my own ♪

♪ I tried to find ♪

♪ What's on my mind ♪

♪ But I guess
that country feeling's
in my bones ♪

♪ I've been blinded
by these city lights ♪

♪ And dreamin'
of Kentucky nights ♪

♪ What's a country girl
like me to do? ♪

♪ I've been livin'
with my foolish pride ♪

♪ And driven by the rain ♪

♪ But there's nothin'
in this city ♪

♪ But the heartbreak
and the pain ♪

(song ends)

(crowd cheering)

You're a shit!

Christy Miller,
ladies and gentlemen!

Christy Miller!

(upbeat country music playing)

I, for one, am sick and tired,
honey. Sick and tired.

I'm not going to be another one
of your passive ladies

trembling at the thought
of you,

willing to put up with
any kind of maltreatment

just for
the glorious opportunity

of spending
a glorious night with you

once in a week,
once in a blue moon.

No, sir.
Not by a long shot, honey.

Un-uh. No way.

Unfortunately, honey,
you're some kisser.

-And you're very mean to me.
-Very mean.

What you need is a nice guy
who watches every set,

has drinks waiting for you
in the dressing room,

rubs your feet at night,
sprays your throat,

tells you how terrific
you are...

makes eggs in the morning...

You made eggs. Once.

And I burned 'em.

I thought
they were delicious.

Why did you look
at your watch?

Wanted to know
what time it was.

Why, do you have a date?

Yeah. Redhead.

Tall, freckles.
She's a cab driver.

She gonna take you
for a ride?

A little ride.

You're such a liar.
I think.

(knocking on door)

Arthur:
Yo, Christy!

-It's Arthur.
-Sounds like him.

What is Arthur doing here?

I don't know.
Why don't you ask him?

Did you tell Arthur
to come down here?

Why would I tell Arthur
to come down here?

Something's fishy.
Come in!

Hello, Christy.
Pardon the intrusion.

I've been lookin'
for Johnny. Have--

-Hello, Johnny.
-Yeah, what's up, kid?

-Well, we got a little problem.
-We got a little problem.

Yeah, on the Martin case.
Leon is furious--

Furious!
He's foaming at the mouth.

In point of fact, you're right.
And he said if--

If you're not down here
right away,

you're all fired.

Well, I guess
you better go.

Yeah.
Guess I better go.

I'll, uh,
see you soon, hmm?

I doubt it!

(door slams)

(sighs)

Oh, sure, just sure.

(glass shatters)

("Sing, Sing, Sing With a Swing"
by Benny Goodman and
His Orchestra playing)

Hey! Where you going?

(indistinct chattering)

Yeah, but I gotta get
this guy--

♪♪

Sylvia, I don't know what
I'm gonna be doing later yet.

I gotta find
some other guy, first.

I'd love to be with both of you,
particularly your friend Tulips!

("Sing, Sing, Sing With a Swing"
continues playing)

Hey. How ya doin',
Chasy-boy?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, brother!

-Oh, God, thanks.
-What the hell you doin' here?

I don't know.
I don't know what I'm doing.

-You smoke that whole joint?
-I was just standing there...

-That whole joint.
-...lookin' at her.

And the next thing I know,
I'm out here

on these skates
like an idiot...

Look, we're gonna get ourselves
in big trouble here.

You know that. I think
we should take things
just a little bit light.

I know, but let me kiss her
on the mouth.

Aw, the husband's
gonna like that one.

Oh, no, no, Arthur!
I've got that figured out.

-What?
-What?

You got that figured out.

Oh, yeah, yeah!
If the boyfriend--

Yo, Chasy.
What are you doin'?

You better take yourself
a little break here
or somethin'.

I'll be right back.

(indistinct chatter)

Yo, Tulips.
You two know each other?

Huh? Who? Her? No.

Whoa, dope. Sylvia, Tulips,
this is, what's your name again?

-Boy, what a maneuver.
-Not bad, huh?

Just give him your name, kid.
He's tenacious as hell.

They call me
Barbara Jo.

Hey, Barbara Jo,
what do you know?

How about a little skate?
Come on, let's go!

Oh! Are you okay?

I'm very well,
thank you.
How are you?

("Now and Then There's
A Fool Such as I"
by Rodney Crowell playing)

♪ Pardon me
if I'm sentimental ♪

♪ When we say goodbye ♪

Sam, Sam, the ice cream man.
How was your day, kid?

I'm starving.

Yeah? What did you
have in mind?

I'm not particular.

Frozen pizza?

Well...

I'm a little particular.

Yeah, well, I know
a little French joint.

Sounds chic.

Chic it ain't.

-(doorbell tinkles)
-(indistinct chatter)

Deborah. How ya doin'?

Fine, fine. Creep.

-Friend of yours?
-Briefly.

His heart is broken.
You can see it
all over his sleeve.

-You think so?
-I can see why too.

You're just a romantic.

Yeah? What's wrong
with romance?

Nothing wrong with it.
It's just hard to come by.

Never had much of that,
huh, kid?

Not much. I just don't like
to sleep alone, I guess.

Gotta bundle!
Why don't you bundle?

-Why don't I bundle?
-Yeah. Bundling.

A guy and a girl
sleep in the same bed,

but there's a board
between them, a wooden board.

He can see her,
he can hear her breathe,

but he can't touch her.

What are they gonna do
if they can't handle it?

They get splinters.

(Sam laughing)

("You and Me We Wanted It All"
by Frank Sinatra playing)

♪ We wanted it all ♪

This line here,
this is your heart line.

It shows
you're very emotional.

Emotions are terrific.

Besides, nobody can help
how they feel.

Uh-oh.
Now here's a problem.

What's that?

-You're married, right?
-Right.

Well, that line's
a little short, it's weak.

But that's not what
I'm worried about.

No?

There's a bad romance here.

Oh, really?

Very bad.
You see this line?

It goes nowhere.

Boy, that doesn't leave me
with much, does it?

Well, now, I, uh,
I don't know.

There's, there's something
new right here.

It's very promising.

You see this line?
It goes on forever.

Maybe that's
my skating line.

Your skating line.

No, that's
your true passion line.

-Oh.
-But, you see, it's clear

of the marriage line.

It doesn't start until...

Are you getting a divorce?

You're getting very personal,
aren't you?

I'm sorry.
I'm very sorry.

It's just that you've got
to be clear of, of these--

I've gotta go.

You do?

Well, thanks for the reading.
Do you have a phone?

Do I have a-- yeah.
Trafalgar 3-3-9-0-1.

-Bye.
-Can you remem--
can you remem--

♪ We once were the best ♪

♪ Back when we were dumb ♪

♪ How did we become
so smart ♪

♪ And learn to break ♪

♪ Each other's heart? ♪

♪ Look how all our dreams
came true ♪

♪ See how I've got me ♪

♪ Baby, you've got you ♪

♪ Through it all,
just one thing died ♪

♪ A little thing called love ♪

♪ Something deep inside ♪

♪ You and me ♪

♪ We're not like the rest ♪

♪ We once were the best ♪

♪ But look what we became ♪

♪ Isn't it a cryin' shame ♪

Excuse me. I-I'm sorry.

Uh, I-I'm not being rude.
It's just that my shoes are--

I'm so--

I left my shoes
in my roller skates.

-Thank you very much.
-Goodbye.

Hey, Willie! He's a friend
of mine. Let him slide, alright?

-Okay, Arthur.
-I'll catch you tomorrow.

Uh, listen, I have
a knot in these and--

-Go ahead.
-Huh?

Go ahead.
You're covered.

Uh, oh, th-th-- here.

Hey, Charles!
How ya doin'?

I'm fine!
Go ahead!

Arthur:
Charles! Come on!

-Come on, Chasy!
-Go!

Come on.
Make this turn up here.

Jesus Christ!
Have you got your, uh...

Yeah, I got it right here.
Gimme your foot
and I'll take care of it.

-What happened?
Did you get anything?
-Plenty.

Three votes say
the marriage won't last.

-Oh, sure, but what about
the, the boyfriend?
-Gaucho?

Two to one she won't.
Tulips thinks--

-Ugh!
-Tulips thinks, yeah.

Heavy no
from Barbara Jo.

Sylvia's on the fence,
which is where I like her.

-Sylvia's on the fence.
-Which is where I'd like her.

-See ya later, BJ.
I'll call you.
-Yeah, do that. I'll be home.

Good. I liked his hand.

-Huh? What?
-Nothing. Nothing.

Arthur:
Keep the change. For you.

(car engine rumbling)

(dog barking in distance)

(horn honks)

(door closes)

(clatters)

Mm.

(door opening)

Heavy move, bro'.

Somethin' must have changed
the lady's mind.

You think?

Chasy, Chasy.

-You think?
-I know.

I gotta go see Barbara Jo
and find out some mo'.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.
But wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-—

Smoke this,
try to get some sleep.

It's gonna be
a difficult day tomorrow.

She knows you now.

By the way, I met her.
Worth the wait.

(inaudible conversation)

("That’s the Way It Is"
by Johnny Cash playing)

♪ I'd like to start
each morning ♪

♪ With good morning, Dear ♪

Did I snore?

Mm-hmm.

-Bad?
-Unh-unh.

Kick?

Couple. No bruises.

No splinters.

♪ But that's the way it is ♪

Listen, you know
where the key is.

Anytime you...

-Need a good night's sleep.
-Yeah, that's right.

-See you later.
-(horn honks)

Hey, Ritzi!
How ya doin'?

Hey, Johnny!
Where's Arthur?

I don't know.
I was gonna ask you.

Huh. Tell him
to call me, will you?

I will, I will.

Charles:
Arthur!

(horn honks)

Shit!

I'm sorry, Arthur.
I wasn't thinking.

Lovesick.
The girl's lovesick.

-(Ritzi yelling in Spanish)
-(all shouting)

I'll call you 6:30 tonight!
Definitely, Rita!

(yelling in Spanish)

(sighs)
She's gonna knife you one day.

Well, what can you do?
It's love.

Yeah, she's gonna have
to get in line after Leon.

-You too?
-Why? What happened?

I called in from the gym.
It's Dolores' day at the gym.

Ah, it's Dolores now.

-Yeah.
-Mm-hmm.

He was icy.

Worse. He was polite.

I gotta get back
to the gym.

What, did you spy on her
this morning or something?

No, no, but it's so much
rougher now. I mean...

Yeah, and Barbara Jo knows me.
Not as well as I hope by now,
but nevertheless.

What'd you guys do,
blow your covers?

No. N-n-no, but we spoke.

-You spoke.
-For a while.

For a while.

-Long enough.
-Mm-hmm.

-A little longer.
-I figured.

-But they didn't connect us.
-Yet.

Well, you're gonna
need a beard.

-A front.
-Clev-yeah.

speaker:
Odyssey Detective Agency.
We never sleep.

-Could you hold, please?
-John Russo: Amy, Amy, Amy.

-Charles: Hi, Amy. Is Leon busy?
-Thank you.

Charlie, where the hell are
the reports on the Martin case?

-Oh, well--
-We got 'em, Amy.
Any important calls?

-Yeah. Mandy. Sherry.
-Unh-unh. Unh-unh.

-Terry.
-Terry? Sherry's sister Terry?

-The same.
-Hm. Interesting.

Any calls for me, Amy?

Just your father, Charles.

-Ah. His father again.
-Good.

Why don't you call him back
and ruin your day.

-Oh, God.
-Charles?

Hello, Mr. Leondopolous.
How are you?

Where the hell are the reports
on the Martin case?

Yes, well, it's been
a little hectic lately, Leon.

We got 'em, Leon.
They just ain't typed yet.

Then we don't
got 'em, Arthur.

The typing isn't
some middle-class

bureaucratic curlicue.

And I would really prefer
not to hear exasperation

in anyone's tone
this morning

because I'm on the narrow edge
of a precipice,

and even the smallest
additional irritation

could cause me to slip over
into a gaping abyss,

out of which
I gravely doubt

it would be possible
for me to climb.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,
Holy Mother.

Ah, shit, that burns.

-Charlie?
-Charles: Yo.

-Get the ice.
-Charles: Got it.

-Butter.
-Ice, ice. Butter just fries.

Once a week
it's the same story, Leon.

Thank you.

Thank you.
It's alright.

In any event...

In any event, when Mr. Martin
called this morning

for information
on his wife--

Thank you, Miss Lester.

For the first time
in three weeks--

Thank you, Miss Lester.

I would have been content
with scribbles on toilet paper.

Anything would have
been better than nothing.

Charles, the file was empty.

It's all right here. I'll have
them for you tonight, Leon.

-He'll have them
for you tonight, Leon.
-Tonight's too late.

-I need 'em now.
-He needs 'em now.

But I gotta get back
to Dolores.

I could take care
of all this with Amy.

You have another call on four,
Mr. Leondopolous.

-Go ahead, Chas.
-We can handle the whole thing,
Mr. Leondopolous.

They can handle
the whole thing, Leon.

Well, somebody
handle something!

-John?
-Yes, Leon?

Could I see you a minute?

Sure. Sure. Definitely.
Let's talk.

You have two calls waiting,
Mr. Leondopolous.

I'm well aware of that,
Miss Lester.

One of them is
Mrs. Leondopolous.

Hi. Okay.

I want to hear every word
the doctor said. Alright?

-Thank you, Amy.
-Mm. You're welcome.

I love you for this,
you know that?

-I know that.
-(telephone ringing)

Odyssey Detective Agency.
We rarely sleep.

Oh, hello there, Christy.

What a pleasant surprise.

Good morning, Amy. You're
looking very well this morning.

-Why, thank you, Christy.
-Very well.

Thank you, Christy.

Where is
Mr. Russo's desk, Amy?

-Do you know?
-Right over there, Christy.

Not too far
from Mr. Russo himself.

Thank you, Amy.

I can see you're
all working very hard today.

Good morning, Christy.
How are you?

Good morning, Judas.

I have a few things here
that belong to Mr. Russo,

and I'm sure he'll be needing
them a lot more than I will.

Yes, Harold,
be quiet now.

Whose stuff is this, honey?
I think you got the wrong guy.

Very funny. Excuse me.

And Charles.
How are you doing this morning?

Well, I'm a little frazzled--

Amy Lester:
Odyssey Travel,
can I help you?

Just a moment, please.

Arthur, it's for you
on the travel line.

-Barbara Jo.
-Barbara Jo!

Shhh! Hello, Jo.
Whattaya know?

You're looking
very sexy today, Charles.

I am? Uh, well,
I'm running late, that's all.

You mean you always look sexy
when you're running late?

I guess I'll have
to keep you tardy.

Yes, Harold.
Say hello to Harold, Charles.

-Hello, Harold.
-Okay, Jo, gotta go.

What's up?

A little rendezvous at the gym.

Uh, Christy, I have to go.

-Can you give me
a lift, Charlie?
-I really can't.

-Well, thanks a bunch, Charlie.
-Charles: I'm sorry.

-Christy Miller:
Where are you going?
-Charles: Uptown.

-Christy: Well,
that's where I'm going.
-Charles: Way uptown.

You shave today, Charlie?

What? Yes.

Funny. From here,
looks like you got a beard.

A beard?

Christy:
Nope. Smooth as silk.

-Amy: Odyssey Detective Agency.
-Oh.

Uh, Christy, where did you
say you were going?

-Uptown.
-No kidding. What a coincidence.

So am I. Come on,
I'll give you a lift.

Why, thank you, Charles.

It's been a rough day.
My toilet exploded this morning.

-Is that so?
-Yes. I flushed it
quite innocently.

You would have thought
a bomb went off.

It's just lucky
I wasn't sitting on it.

Yes.

-(door closes)
-Amy: Yes.

Thanks for calling.

Listen, we'll have
to get back to you.

I saw all that.

-What did you see?
-Nothing.

-Type.
-Shoot.

"Three Mondays ago..."
When was that?

Oh, good.
Copious notes.

Alright, dearest.
Alright. Yes.

God.

There's a virus
going around.

Excuse me, my back.
People are dropping like flies.

Well, I haven't seen
anybody dropping, Leon.

I see a couple of joggers.

They'll be dropping soon.

Last night, Leon, I went
to bed with a 23-year-old.

Redhead.

Put my arms around her,
kissed her, then went to sleep.

Is there something wrong
with her?

Nah. There's nothing wrong
with her.

Well, in that case,
it must be spring.

Oh, is that it?

Well, I've been noticing
a certain distant,

dreamy look
in your eye of late.

I get the impression
that your personal life is...

Yeah, well...

Sometimes we can
all use a nap.

-What's with that husband?
-Stavros?

Yeah, Stavros, that husband.

Odd.

-That marriage is odd.
-When's he leaving?

Tonight, for five days.

Does he fool around?

I don't know really.

But then, he was always
something of a ladies' man.

Actually, I haven't
seen him for 15 years.

This is his second wife.
I knew the first one.

Yeah, well, the guy
believes in marriage.

Don't we all?

Yeah, that's right.

Well, I'm gonna take
the kid with me.

You gotta go easier
on your back, Leon.

What's that supposed to mean?

Supposed to mean
you gotta go easier

on your back.

You ready, son?

Yeah, good enough, Pop.

Is there anything
I can read?

There will be,
Mr. Leondopolous.

Odyssey, we never sleep.
Could you hold, please?

Take care
of his back, Amy.

The man is delicate.
He's a delicate man.

-Oh, I know.
-John?

Thank you, Ames.

Bye, boys.

Yes?

Just a moment,
Mrs. Leondopolous.

I have another call.

-It's your wife again.
-I left.

-Where'd you go?
-Anywhere.

Yes, Mrs. Leondopolous,
I'm sorry.

He left for an early lunch.
Can I give him a message?

I will.
Have a good day.

She's feeling much worse.

-I'm sorry to hear it.
-So am I.

Amy, I think
John is suspicious.

You do, huh?

He keeps making jokes
about my back.

Well, he's probably right.
We're overdoing it.

You think so?

Charles:
Would you stop right here,
driver. That'd be fine.

-cab driver: Okay, Mac.
-Charles: Here. Keep it.

-The change. Thanks a lot.
-cab driver: Sure. Sure.

Charles, you certainly are
the most impulsive man

I've ever met.

Repulsive, did you say?

"Im." Impulsive, Charles.

I don't think
you're repulsive at all.

Well, I just thought you might
like some orange juice

-or a hot dog.
-I think you're very handsome.

Why, thank you, Christy.
I think you look
pretty good yourself.

Would you like
some orange juice or a hot dog?

Yes, actually, I would like
a very large orange juice, yeah.

A very large
orange juice, please.

-Are you Greek?
-vendor: Greek?

Christy:
Thanks a lot, hon.

Besides, Charles,
I thought you were late.

Uh, no, Christy.
My watch is fast.

Uh, would-would you like
to take a walk?

Why don't we cross
the street.

Honestly, Charles,
you are strange sometimes.

Oh, I'm sorry, Christy.
Would you like to sit down?

Where'd you have in mind,
Charles? The curb?

Sure you don't want to come up
for a little lunch, Charles?

I can't cook a thing,
but I know where everything is.

Do you like eggs, honey?
'Cause I got eggs.

And, and there's bread,
I think.

Is there bread, Harold?
Do you remember? Yes.

Harold thinks
there's bread too, Charles.

Um, I'm not really
very hungry, Christy.

-Oh, you're not?
-No.

-Would you like
some new shoes?
-New shoes?

I said would you like
some new shoes?

Those are pretty old,
aren't they?

Well, thanks a lot, Charles.

These happen to be an original
'30s design from the '30s.

That's what I mean.
Wouldn't you like some new ones?

("Amigo" by
Roberto Carlos playing)

-Charles!
-Here. You take care of him.

Don't be so fervent about it.

Why, look at those
beautiful shoes, Harold.

Aren't those nice shoes?

(indistinct chatter)

Can I help you?

We'd like to see
some of the new shoes.

Yes, well, we don't sell
used ones yet, sir.

-Oh, that's good.
-This way.

Oh, excuse me!
I'm terribly... Oh.

Do you like these, Charles?

Huh? Oh sure. Terrific.

Do you?
Okay, I'll try 'em on.

I think I'll check
a dress out too.

Keep an eye on Harold,
will you, Charles?

-Harold. Easy.
-(Harold barks)

("Amigo" continues playing)

(Harold whines)

(indistinct chatter)

I like this one.

-What do you think
of these, Charles?
-Huh?

Jesus, Christy,
what are those?

Where'd you get those?
Those are very unattractive.

Well, I hate 'em, honey.
I thought you liked 'em.

No, no. I-I-I was talking
about these boots.

Here. Why don't you
try these on.

Anything you say, Charles.

I've just gotta get out
of this dress.

It does absolutely nothing
for me.

(indistinct chatter)

Oh! Oh!

(laughs)

-(Harold barking)
-Oh!

-Thank you so much, Charles.
-He just--

Oh, I can't even let
the guy keep a dog!

I cannot believe it.
I'm really sorry.

Harold? Harold,
just calm down.

Hi. I'm really sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm Christy Miller.

Oh, hello.
You're the singer.

'Fraid so, honey. The record's
climbing the charts as we speak.

I'm Dolores Martin.
Pleased to meet you.

Oh, nice to meet you.
Mrs. Martin or Miss Martin?

-Mrs.
-Oh, Mrs. Oh.

-Who's this tall drink of water?
-Jose: What?

Jose, this is Christy Miller,
the country singer.

Hello. Nice to meet you.
Charles! Come here!

Who, me?

Of course, Charles is like

the absent-minded professor,
you know?

-What? Who?
-Charles.

This is Charles.
Charles, this is Dolores.

Hello, Charles.

Nice to "meet" you, Dolores.

Christy:
And this is Jose, Charles.

Charles!

Hello. Who are you?

I'm Charles, Jose.
How are you?

-I'm Jose.
-Oh, good.

(overlapping chatter)

-Oh.
-That's alright.

(classical music playing)

In any minute now
the boyfriend, huh?

John:
Nah, the husband.

-Arthur: The husband?
-And the kid.

-You think?
-Mm-hmm.

Arthur:
Oh, yeah? There she goes.

(classical music playing)

(smooth jazz music playing)

(indistinct muffled chatter)

-(smooth jazz continues)
-(muffled chatter continues)

("They All Laughed"
by Frank Sinatra playing)

♪ At Christopher Columbus ♪

♪ When he said
the world was round ♪

♪ They all laughed
when Edison recorded sound ♪

♪ They all laughed at Wilbur
and his brother ♪

♪ When they said
that man could fly ♪

Hey, no skatin'
around here.

Yeah, sure, alright.

♪ It's the same old cry ♪

♪ They laughed
at me wanting you ♪

♪ Said I was reaching
for the moon ♪

♪ But oh,
you came through ♪

♪ Now they'll have
to change their tune ♪

♪ They all said
we never could be happy ♪

♪ They laughed at us
and how! ♪

♪ But ho, ho, ho! ♪

♪ Who's got
the last laugh now? ♪

Come on,
come on, come on.

("They All Laughed"
continues playing)

You did say only a week,
Father, right?

Stavros:
Maybe more, maybe less.

Maybe it depends
on your mother.

Okay. Take care
of your mother.

Yup.

Bye, Angela.

(car door closes)

Be good, both of you.

♪ But oh,
you came through ♪

♪ And now they're eating
humble pie ♪

♪ They all said
we'd never get together ♪

♪ Baby, let's take a bow ♪

(indistinct chatter)

(Harold barks)

(distant siren wailing)

Christy:
I just love it.
I just love the show.

(indistinct overlapping chatter)

Christy:
And the flip side of the record
is doing so well,

I think it's gonna be
a hit too.

I'm really excited about it.

-Don't you think so, Charles?
-I certainly do.

I certainly do. What?

My goodness, Charles!
You really are distracted today.

I was just telling Dolly
about the, the record,

how excited I am.
Fantastic.

It's just been really,
really rough rehearsing,

but they're great.
Don't you agree, Charles?

Charles, what are you
looking at?

Christy, what time
did you say Friday night?

-Eight o'clock!
-Eight o'clock, fine.

Are you girls coming
Friday night to Greentree?

You're acting
awfully peculiar, Charles.

Anyway, that's Friday.

What time do you want
to meet tonight, Charles?

Oh, any time, any time
at all's fine.

Oh, look at the time.
We're late for class.
We better go.

-Oh, gosh. Okay.
-The dog, the dog.

Bye, you guys!

Bye, Dolly!
Nice to meet you!

-Bye-bye. I will call you later.
-Bye, Jose.

-Christy, here you go.
I-I'll see you tonight.
-Wait a minute, Charles.

Why don't you come up
to my place for a drink?

Um, I, I really can't, Christy.
I gotta get...

Christy:
Charles, you're tense
and nervous and apprehensive.

You are going to go
to my apartment right now,

and I don't want to hear
another word about it.

Well, I do feel
kinda tense.

Taxi!

-(dog yelps)
-Oh!

I don't believe you, Charles.
I-I really don't.

The dog is injured!
Charles...

I'll cover this side.

Take off the skates.

-What?
-Take off the skates.

We should go in,
you think?

We're gonna pick her up.

Oh, my God.

Your father's good at this.
I'm not!

Well, it's very difficult.

-Want to try?
-What'd you have in mind, Laura?

-Cute.
-Laura, Laura,

the face in the misty light.

Give my son a rifle.
Give him a rifle.

Gee, thanks, Pop.

-He's not really your son.
-Sure he is.

He curls his hair
to embarrass me.

He's an aging hippie,
my son.

Finally!

Mike, I thought
that was me.

-I think it was you.
-Thanks, pal.

What is that, bro?
You got a Polish accent there?
What is that?

-Me? Oh, no, English.
-No shit?

-Oh, excuse me.
-Come on, wise guy.

Let's see a little action.

Laura, you read my mind.

Congratulations.

Easy. Take your time,
Arthur. Easy.

Yeah, Arthur.
Take it easy.

It's good. It's scattershot.
I can't miss.

Well, you hit everything
but what you want.

The story of my life,
sweetheart.

Perhaps you should aim.

-What's that, Mitchell?
-Michael.

Oh, hiya, Mike. I'm Arthur.

That's my father,
that's John.

Come on, darling.
It's late.

Just a second.

See, you have
to aim carefully

at the lower part
of the light,

and then you have
to squeeze slowly.

I can't believe that.
Michael, you're a prince.

Prince Mike.
Thanks a lot for the tip.

Oh, that's okay. Bye-bye.
Nice meeting you.

Hey, listen, Mike,
one other thing.

You ever play
computerized checkers?

No, I don't think so.

Laura, you mind showing me
and my son here

some of those moves?

I got a hunch
you know the moves.

Pretty hot stuff,
what do ya think?

(indistinct chatter)

(machine beeping)

Puzzles, puzzles.

Please. My husband
has me followed.

Yeah, I know.

I'm following you.

-I don't know what to say.
-I don't either.

Why don't we have lunch
and talk about it?

I'm sorry.
That's not possible.

Oh, sure, it's possible.

It may be difficult,
but it definitely is possible.

Now, you bring your son,
I'll bring mine.

That's not your son,
Mister... Russo.

Michael? Shall we go?

-Did he tell you--
-Shh! Easy.

-Tell me what, darling?
-Sorry.

They're working
on something secret.

-Top secret.
-Yes.

We mustn't tell anyone
we've met them.

They're undercover.
That's why the hair.

-I see.
-They need our help.

You two certainly think
of everything.

Come on.

Hey, Laura.
I'll see you after work.

Yeah? Fat chance.

Better than none.

-For the penguin.
-I'll see you later.

-She's in love with me.
-I noticed.

Hey, Mike.
You got a girlfriend?

Oh, two or three.
Nothing serious.

Arthur:
Oh, you got a stable already.

Michael Niotes:
I wouldn't call it a stable.

Arthur:
Well, little bro,
what do ya want?

I'm gonna follow you
till you change your mind.

Well, I guess
that's your job.

Her name is Penny.
She's beautiful, but she's...

-See ya.
-Bye. I'll see ya.

-Pop?
-What?

What are you doin'?

I don't know.

I think you better get
your sisters.

-My sisters?
-Tell them they're workin'.

Yeah, yeah.

Christy:
Here we are, home at last.

Now, don't tear around too much,
Harold. Be a good boy.

Yes, Charles,
just put it right there.

Go on, Charles.
Relax, Charles, relax.

Isn't he sweet?

Do ya hate dogs, honey?
'Cause I can lock him up.

No, no, not at all.

I'm making an album, Charles.
Do you want to hear it?

-Sure.
-(song starts playing)

-Nice view.
-Why, thank you, Charles.

Why don't you sit down,
make yourself comfortable?

Can I get you a drink?

Yes, Harold.
Now, calm down, honey.

You got a vodka?

Why, we certainly do, Charles.

Is there a match
around somewhere, Christy?

Christy:
On the way, honeybunch,

but that cigarette's
probably a year old.

Ah, that's okay.

(Christy's cover of
"That’s the Way It Is" playing)

Hmm.

♪ Lovers in the movies ♪

♪ On that silver screen ♪

(exhales heavily)

Christy:
How are you doing
out there, Charles?

Is Harold bothering you?

No, no, no. It's fine.
Thank you.

♪ If life was lived
that way... ♪

Don't you just love
that song?

Oh, it's very nice.

Here you are, Charles,
though I don't approve.

Do you want to lie down
or anything, Charles?

No, no. I really don't feel
too well, Christy.

Don't you, Charles?
What is it?

I think I've got
a headache.

Well, that's alright, Charles.
We don't have to do anything.

-Why don't we just talk?
-Of course.

Why don't I give you
a massage, Charles?

Why don't I give you
a touch-assist?

-A what?
-A touch-assist.

A touch-assist.

It'll relieve all
your pressure, Charles.

You'll feel like
a cloud in pants.

A cloud in pants?

-Come on.
-What?

Well, you do have
to lie down, Charles.

-Oh.
-Come on. It won't hurt.

Oh.

(Christy's song continues)

Nice the way the music
does that right there,

-don't you think?
-Very nice.

Haven't done
that room yet.

Look, Charles.
I've got a terrace.

Wanna step out
on the terrace?

That's not a terrace, Christy.
That's a ledge.

No, really, Charles.
Come on.

No, no, Christy, don't.

My goodness, Charles.
You really are nervous today.

Now, take off your tie
and jacket, sweetheart.

And your shirt.
I'll be right back.

♪ That ain't the way it is ♪

♪ I'd like to start
every morning ♪

(Harold barks)

♪ With good morning, dear ♪

♪ And end each night... ♪

Wanna play
on the "terrace," Harold?

Now, Charles, I can't very well
give you a touch-assist

if you're standing
in the corner.

Christy, I don't think
I'm really in the mood for--

Of course not, Charles.

I'm going to give you
a touch-assist.

And then you can go
get ready for tonight.

Now, come on.
Lie down over here.

Oh, isn't he cute?
He wants to play.

Now, calm down, Harold.
Charles is very tense.

He's had a hard day.
Come on, Charles. Lie down.

Don't you want to take off
some of those clothes, Charles?

You'll feel
a lot more comfortable.

Oh, no, it's alright.
I'm quite comfortable.

Now, now that's enough, Harold.
You leave Charles alone.

We're going to give Charles
a touch-assist.

Here we go now, Charles.
Just relax, honey.

Isn't that song nice?

Very nice.

Feel my finger?

-Yes, of course.
-Good.

Just concentrate
on feeling it.

Feel my finger?
Say it, Charles.

Yes.

Close your eyes, darling,
and feel my finger.

Feel my finger?

Yes.

-Feel my finger?
-Yes.

Feel my finger?

Yes.

-Feel my finger?
-Christy, I really
don't think I can--

I feel there's
a lot of pressure here.

-Feel my finger?
-Yes, I feel it, but--

Just hold me close, Charles.
We don't have to do anything.

Christy...

Put your arms
around me, Charles.

Nuh-uh,
none of that! No...

-Feel my finger?
-Christy...

-Feel my finger?
-Yes, but...

-Feel my finger?
-Yes.

-Charles?
-Yes?

Feel my finger?

Christy, I-I--

(Charles moans)

Feel my finger?

This is a little crazy,
isn't it?

Yes. Feel my finger?

Yes. Oh, God...

What is it, Charles?

Feel my finger?

Oh, Charles.

(telephone ringing)

Excuse me, honey.
Might be my agent.

Oh, sure.
I feel much better now.

Hello? Who? Jose?

Oh, hello, Jose.
How are you?

-It's Jose.
-Something happen?

What? Wa-wait a minute, Jose.
Calm down, Charles.

He's just checking
on the time for tonight.

He's sending a car.

Eight is just fine, honey.
Can't wait.

I said I can't wait.

Wait. What?
Never mind, Jose.

We'll see you tonight.

That boy is very attractive,
but I don't think

he understands the language.

Yeah, well, everybody has that
problem sometimes, Christy.

-Don't you think?
-I certainly do.

Kiss me again,
will you, Charles?

I really like you, Christy.
You know that?

Yeah, I know.
Why don't we just
keep it that way, right?

Don't you think?

Yeah, I guess.
But why don't you
kiss me anyway?

It's such a nice afternoon.

♪ What can you do
to stop the feeling? ♪

Okay, right here.

Alright, let's go.
Come on.

Get those skates.
Here we go.

(indistinct chatter)

(inaudible conversation)

Here we go,
my gorgeous girls.

Excuse me.
Are these seats taken?

No.

Oh, by the way,
have you seen Arthur?

Georgina Russo:
Yeah, where is Arthur?

Where is Arthur?

(laughs)
I thought it was you.

-You did not!
-Georgina: You did not!

He didn't tie
his shoelaces!

Georgina:
Oh, my God.

Arthur, where'd you pick
these two up?

-We're his sisters.
-Georgina: We're his sisters.

-They're my sisters.
-Oh, yeah.

They're his sisters.

I really fell right
into that one, didn't I?

-Stefania Russo: I'm not saying.
-Georgina: I don't think
she's saying--

Arthur always watches us.

Arthur's used to kids.

Are you saying that
you don't trust me

to take care
of these three midgets?

No. I'm saying I don't know
who's gonna take care of me.

-John will.
-That's what I'm afraid of.

You're not
making sense, Mother.

This evening doesn't make
any sense.

John is very good
with women.

He has a lot
of girlfriends.

Will you shut up!

Ah, come on. We'll drop
you back at the hotel.

kids: No!

Ooh, that's very good,
Mr. Russo.

Mother, I promise
we'll be careful.

You're going
to stay here.

Yeah, well, we'll wait
for you there.

Georgina:
We'll wait for you there.

-Thank you, Mother.
-I didn't say yes.

-You didn't say no.
-The kid's got a point.

Come on. Let's get a taxi.

Arthur, now you
take care of him.

-Arthur: Don't worry.
-Michael: Taxi!

-Georgina: Taxi!
-Stefania: Taxi!

And as for you,
you forgot this guy before.

Oh, yeah? Well,
it's not mine, it's hers.

-Here you go.
-I'll see you later, Pop.

-I'll see you, too.
-Take care, kid.

Michael, take care!

-Michael: Don't worry.
-Georgina: Don't worry.

-Stefania: Bye, Johnny!
-Georgina: Bye, Johnny!

-You are unbelievable.
-Georgina: Now, now, Stefania!

Stefania:
Why do you have to repeat
everything everybody says?

I never could deal
with men.

-I know what you mean.
-I bet you do.

No, no, no. With women.
Me with women.

Are you saying you don't know
how to deal with women?

You? That's funny.

You're a professional,
Mr. Russo. Women are your line.

Why don't you
call me Johnny

or Jack or Jake
or Harry.

-Whatever you want, but--
-Am I right or wrong, Mr. Russo?

About what?

Women being your line.

Well, uh, could be so.

That doesn't prove anything.

It only really matters
when you fall.

And when you fall,
nobody's a pro.

Alright. What happens
to the girl who falls
for a pro

when the pro
doesn't fall back?

The girl's got herself
a problem.

Anybody we know
we're talkin' about?

Only slightly.

Are you in love
right now, Mr. Russo?

I mean,
personally speaking?

Personally speaking, no.
What about you?

That's a silly question.
I'm married.

That's why I asked it.

Mr. Russo, promise
we'll never get married.

I promise.

Promise we'll never
fall in love.

I promise.

Mr. Russo, I'm beginning
to like you.

-(thunder rumbling)
-(people chattering)

Honey, if you like country,
you're gonna love this place.

-What? What?
-It's a top country place, Jose.

Oh, I love this
western music, you know?
You really can sing this?

She has
a hit record, Jose.

-Have you heard it, Charles?
-Huh?

-He's heard it, honey.
-What?

-Jose: What?
-Dolores Martin: What?

What?

(band playing
"Back in the Country")

♪ You got up before the sun? ♪

♪ And watched while
the night and day ♪

♪ Melted into one ♪

♪ When was the last time
you really looked at rain? ♪

♪ Dripping down the gutter ♪

♪ Splashing on
the window pane ♪

♪ My fondest memories
are tied around these things ♪

♪ Sunday school,
bedtime rules ♪

♪ And Grandma's squeaky swing ♪

(inaudible conversation)

♪ Trippin' in the hallway
over Grandpa's rocking chair ♪

♪ Back in the country
now I know you're gonna say ♪

♪ Back in the country ♪

♪ Don't you wish
that you had stayed ♪

♪ Back in the country ♪

♪ Where the roses
still grow wild ♪

♪ Back in the country ♪

♪ Where you walked
those country miles ♪

singer:
Ladies and gentlemen,

Christy Miller's in
the audience with us tonight.

She thinks it's her night off,
but we're not gonna have that.

Come on up here, Christy!
Sing with us!

(crowd cheering)

(sings)
♪ When was the last time ♪

♪ You saw sundown
through the trees ♪

♪ Sittin' on the back porch
in a cool evenin' breeze ♪

♪ When was the last time
you heard a Bobwhite song ♪

♪ When was the last time,
I'll bet it's been too long ♪

♪ Back in the country
now I know you're gonna say ♪

♪ Back in the country ♪

♪ Don't you wish
that you had stayed ♪

♪ Back in the country ♪

♪ Where the roses
still grow wild ♪

♪ Back in the country ♪

♪ Where you walked
those country miles ♪

Christy:
Come on, everybody, sing!

♪ Back in the country ♪

(inaudible dialogue)

♪ Back in the country ♪

♪ Don't you wish
that you had stayed ♪

♪ Back in the country ♪

♪ Where the roses
still grow wild ♪

♪ Back in the country ♪

♪ Where you walked
those country miles ♪

(whooping)

(audience cheering
and applauding)

singer:
Ladies and gentlemen,
Christy Miller!

(clattering)

(audience cheering
and applauding)

("Omaha"
by Waylon Jennings playing)

-This is funny.
-What's funny?

I was gonna invite you around
for a drink. I live up here.

Ah, what a coincidence.

But I see my friend's
using the place.

Cab driver I know.

That's the hack.

Using or, uh, you...?

-No, no. Just hanging out.
-Ah.

Well, good.
I'll have a chaperone.

-Where's that drink?
-Over here.

♪ Omaha, you've been weighin'
heavy on my mind ♪

Your friend's
a music lover.

Very fond of music.

It's me, Sam!

Oh. I was just
writin' you a note.

-Oh.
-That's Angela, Sam.

Hello. I'm Deborah.
I was just leaving.

-Hello, Deborah.
-What are you drinking?

I gotta work.
I drive a hack.

Yes, he told me.
I'll have a scotch!

-Do you enjoy it?
-John: No.

-It's okay.
-Neat, thanks.

I drive for my dad.
He had a little... you know.

Oh, I'm sorry.
How is he?

Oh, he's great.
He'll be great.

Uh, so long.
I left the keys on the table.

-John: Okay.
-Thanks for the place.

John:
Sure, Sam. Any time.

So long.
Nice meeting you.

(door closes)

Why do you call her Sam?

Because she doesn't look
like a Deborah.

Well, she doesn't look
like a Sam.

She looks more like a Sam
than a Deborah.

Then why don't you
call me Steve.

Okay, Steve. But you,
you look like an Angela.

How is that, Angela?
It means angel, doesn't it?

Now you know why my husband
has me followed.

I'm a brazen woman
who cannot be trusted.

Mm-hmm.
I had another idea.

Me, you reminded me
of somebody I knew in school.

An eighth-grade nun.
I was in love with her.

I'm sure she was
in love with me too.

But I waited for her
to make the first move.

Did she?

Just now.

(soft music playing)

I think it's so sexy having
that car follow us all the way.

And how about Charles?

Is he a little smitten,
or am I nuts?

It seemed a little obvious
he wanted

to take your friend
home alone.

Huh? Oh, alone, yeah.

(Christy laughs)

You're awfully cute.

Are you rich
or something, honey?

Oh, a little.

I think
I'm falling in love.

Love? You want love?

Mm, that's right, bright eyes.
How old are you?

Me? I am 19.

You're not!

Uh, I'll be 20 soon.

Mm, well,
there's no hurry, honey.

(Christy moans)

I come for a drink, yes?

You come for a drink, no.

Eh?

I have to rehearse
very early in the morning.

I have to rehearse
very early...

Call me, now!

Right here's fine.

Well...

Well...

I gotta go.
My husband's--

Yeah, I, uh, I gotta
get up early anyway.

-Goodbye.
-Bye.

Go ahead easy.

("More Than You Know"
by Frank Sinatra playing)

♪ Lately I find ♪

♪ You're on my mind ♪

(door opens, closes)

-Thank you.
-cab driver: Thanks, sir.

(car doors close)

(door opens)

(door closes)

(inaudible conversation)

(muffled indistinct shouting)

(door closes across the street)

(footsteps approaching)

Pumpkin. Pumpkin?

Pumpkin, what are you
doing there? Huh?

What are you smelling
over there? Huh?

Come on.

What's the matter,
Pumpkin, huh?

What is it, Pumpkin, huh?
What is it?

Why, Charles!
What are you doing down there?

I-- I couldn't leave.

What do you do, Charles?
You never told me.

-Uh, t-travel agent.
-Oh.

You know, tours, planes,
trains, buses, you know?

How... weird.

Is it? Why?

You don't look like
a travel agent.

I don't?

No, you don't.

Well,
wh-what do I look like?

I don't know exactly
but not a travel agent.

-Maybe...
-Yeah?

...more like...

someone
who travels himself.

(people chattering, laughing)

(door closes)

(birds chirping)

(whistling)

(suitcase thuds)

(whistling continues)

(groans)

Jose:
Take us to Foley Square.

(tires squealing)

(tires squealing)

What the hell
are you doing?

-Don't you know I'm off duty?
-Follow that--

It's an emergency!
Would you follow that cab?

-Drive--
-driver: Follow what cab?

Charles:
Just right up here,
I'll show you!

Just drive!
Drive! Drive!

-(engine revving)
-(tires squealing)

(tires screech)

I'm sorry.
We're very late.

It's okay, Mac.
You need any help?

-What?
-No, thank you very much.

(tires squealing)

(horn honking)

cab driver:
Hey, Buddy!

Excuse me...
(indistinct conversation)

Mm-hmm.

(humming)

Hello, Judge.
I'm sorry I'm late. Hiya, kids.

Wait till I tell you
who I just saw.

(inaudible conversation)

Oh, Mrs. Niotes!

Sorry, Mrs. Niotes.
This just came for you.

-Thank you.
-That's okay.
It's from your husband.

Have a nice day.

Michael:
Mother? Come on,
let's go.

What's the matter?

Nothing, darling.

There. It's from your father.
He's coming home tonight.

Michael:
Really? Good.

He also wrote we have
to leave tomorrow.

Leave? I thought
it was two weeks.
It's only been one.

Well, something
must have come up.

What'll I tell Georgina?
She'll be so disappointed.

-What about you, kiddo?
-I'm disappointed too.

Well, then
we're all disappointed.

-Have a nice day, darling.
-Bye-bye. See you tonight.

Don't think about tomorrow.

(indistinct chatter)

cab driver:
Where to, lady?

Oh, no, that's all,
thank you.

-There.
-Thanks very much.

(kids chattering)

What are you
staring at, bozo?

John:
A vision in Stuyvesant Town.

They oughta keep you here
to dress up the place.

Aren't we chipper.

Have you seen Arthur?

If I see him, I'm gonna
cut his thing off.

Okay. I'll tell him.

Five minutes, Angela.

-I'll bet.
-Five minutes.

Hey!

(Christy's song
"One Day Since Yesterday"
playing on car stereo)

♪ Was it just one day
since yesterday ♪

♪ When it all began? ♪

(turns off stereo, music stops)

Angela! Hey, Angela!

It just doesn't make
any sense, Johnny.

Not after the last four days.
It just doesn't.

-Where the hell is Amy?
-Where's Leon?

Leon Leondopolous:
In here.

Leon?

Leon:
In here, for God's sake.

Leon...

Charles, I was trying
to reach you.

Mrs. Martin appears
to have left Mr. Martin.

She left him a note anyway.

Where'd she go?

It was my fervent hope
that you would have
that answer, Charles.

After all,
Mr. Martin is paying us
for precisely that answer.

What do you mean,
where did she go?

Didn't you follow her
this morning?

What is it, your day off?

I lost her, Leon.

Oh, that's wonderful news.

Up around City Hall.

They just disappeared.
I looked and looked.

-Leon: Who's "they?"
-She and Jose.

They had luggage.

Who's Jose?
The boyfriend?

Well...

I guess
you could say that.

You guess
I could say that?

Charles, you're not
making any sense.

I want you to find out
where that woman is,

and I want you
to find out quickly,

because if we
don't find out,

it's going
to be very difficult

for Mr. Martin
to justify paying us.

Ugh, it's been
a wonderful morning so far.

The Niotes case is ending.
I didn't tell you that.

No, you didn't.

Leon:
Go ahead, gentlemen.
Find that Martin girl.

What are you waiting for?

Arthur, call a few places
for a new secretary.

Amy has left us.

John:
What's with Niotes?
I thought it was two weeks.

Has to get back to London,
some business thing,
I don't know.

He'll be in around midnight.
They're all leaving tomorrow.

-John: Uh-huh.
-John, I'm mortified.

-Oh, she'll be back, Leon.
-You think so?

Sure.

Leon:
I guess...

you must have
guessed about...

-Since the beginning.
-When?

Three years ago. "When?"

You've known about this
for three years
and never told me?

Yeah, that's right.

-My God.
-Everybody's known.

I don't know
what I'm gonna do.

Well, who does?

(indistinct overlapping chatter)

-Good morning, everybody.
-Arthur: Hold on.

Charles:
Christy, what are
you doing here?

Christy:
I hope you're all coming to
the new show tonight.

And how about these flyers?
Aren't they nice?

The record's doing
so well,

they're starting
to spend some money.

"People" magazine
called for an interview.

I'll give y'all a plug.

You're great
in the sack, honey,

but lousy detectives.

Couldn't follow
an elephant up Fifth.

Girls slip through
their fingers like sand.

Christy, what are you
talking about? Do you know
where they are?

-Why, Charles, what do you mean?
-What do you mean
"What do I mean?"

What do you mean
"Couldn't follow
an elephant up Fifth"?

My goodness, Charles.
You're very agitated
this morning.

What did you have,
a bad day in court?

There. Did you hear that?
She knows where they are.

Where are they, Christy?
Please?

You didn't shave
today, Charles.

What, are you
growing a beard?

Johnny, could you
help us out over here?

What's everybody
talking about?

What's she got to do
with all this?

Are you kidding me?
Christy Miller has

the scoop
on everybody in town.

Probably knows
where Amy is.

-I do.
-You see?

-Leon: What?
-She's in the ladies room.

Okay. Barbara Jo's
playin' dumb.

Just like Sylvia
and just like Tulips.

-Just like Christy.
-Nobody knows zip, huh?

What, are you girls
in cahoots or something?

Sure, what do you think?
Go on, honey.
Give him the terms.

Wait a minute.
What's she doing
in the ladies room?

-Some detectives.
-(door opens)

Well, look who's here.
Hello, Amy.

Hello, Christy.

Leon, say hello to Amy.

Hello, Amy.

Hello, Leon.

(telephone ringing)

Okay, folks, I gotta go.
See you later.

-I'll walk you down, John.
-Now, wait a minute.

Christy, you can't
just leave like this.

-Could you hold a moment?
-He missed you.

Thank you.

It's Mrs. Leondopolous.

Could you tell her
I'm not here?

You tell her.

Hello? I'm not here.

I'm terribly late.
I'll call you later.

There.

Big deal.

Amy, I love you.

Well, why don't you
kiss me then?

Kiss you?

I wouldn't have...
it didn't occur to me

that kissing
would be appropriate.

-I mean--
-Would you shut up.

(Christy laughing)

Christy, this isn't
very funny.

Arthur, tell her
it isn't funny.

It isn't funny.

Christy:
You'll just have to wait
till tonight, honey.

It's only nine hours.
I mean, and honestly, Charles...

Wonder who they're
talkin' about.

I'll let you know.

Are you coming
tonight, Johnny?

John:
I'm gonna try, kid.

I know what that means!

Now, look here, Christy.
This is my job, okay?

It has nothing to do
with my personal interests.

Well, Charles,
pardon me if I laugh.

Ha ha. Bye, now.

-Christy!
-Better.

-What?
-We'll follow her.

Eh? Clev-yeah?

Right, right.

-Look what I found.
-How you doin', Sam?

Can't complain, boss.

Christy:
Johnny!

-Another cab driver?
-Singer.

Christy:
Sorry to bother you, honey.

-Hello, girls.
-Hi.

Here. They told me
I had to hand these out.

They need the business.
What can I do?

I got one.

You're the singer.
This is your show, isn't it?

-Hi. I'm Angela. Hi.
-Hi, Angela. I'm Christy.

Are you Christy Miller?
No shit.

There's some dispute
about that, honey, but thanks.

I love that record
you did.

Thanks, honey.

Is Mr. Russo allowed
into your club, Christy?

Maybe he could
take me tonight.

Is he "allowed..."

(Sam giggles)

-I gotta drive.
-Can you give me a lift, honey?

Come on. So long, boss.
Take care.

You too, Sam.

Thanks for the cigarette.

Thanks for the light.

See you folks tonight.
But if you can't, come any time.

Bye, Johnny.

Watch out for him, Angela.

He's slippery as the dickens.

(Sam laughing)

Are you slippery
as the dickens, Mr. Russo?

I don't know,
but I'm dizzy.

Well, I must say you have
very good taste in women,

which is more than can be said
about my taste in men.

Uh-huh.
Where does that leave me?

Dangling miserably, I hope.

Come on.
Show me all the sights.

Tell me all
your funny stories.

Then take me
to your loft again
and ravish me.

You talk too much,
you know that?

I know that.

(Angela laughs)

(John laughs)

I can't believe
you drive a taxi.

You oughta be an actress
or a model or something.

-You're gorgeous.
-Thanks.

I used to do
a little modeling.

It's a pain in the ass,
you know?

Well, it's all
a pain in the ass, honey,

unless you're in love,
of course.

And that's a pain
in the ass.

-The biggest.
-Right.

Where can you get me
some of that?

Well, I'd like
a lot, darlin'.

I'd love a ton.
Boy, I can tell you that.

-(both laughing)
-("Omaha" playing on car stereo)

♪ I guess I never
really left at all ♪

Yep. Here they come.

What'd I tell ya?

Hang on.

(tires squealing)

(both laughing)

(people shouting)

You guys, you guys
don't go anywhere!

Stay right here!
Stay right here!

Where the hell do you think
you were goin'?

You were coming through
an intersection like that.

You know he's coming through
an intersection at that speed.

(soft jazz music playing)

Hello, Mr. Russo.

(John chuckles)

What's funny now?

I never had a girl
at this particular time

call me "mister" before.

I haven't been called
a girl in some time.

And I haven't felt
like one either.

Well, you feel
like one to me.

(Angela chuckles)

Could you tell how long
it's been since...

You felt like a girl?

Mm-hmm.

You can get used
to anything.

Can you?

Do you know why
he has me followed?

I could guess.

Could you?

Some people figure
whatever they're doing,

somebody else
must be doing it too.

(Angela chuckles)

(sighs)

Where'd you go
just then?

Everywhere.

(singing)
♪ What can you do
to stop this feeling? ♪

♪ Can you just crush it
in your hand? ♪

♪ Forbidden fruit
makes life the sweeter ♪

♪ Just as a stolen moment can ♪

♪ Like two lovers
in those stories ♪

(mouthing)

♪ Walkin' slowly
hand-in-hand ♪

♪ Just a dream
that really happened ♪

♪ By the lazy Rio Grande ♪

-You got a butt?
-Uh-huh.

-And that's it, right?
-Uh-huh.

That figures.

What do you think
I am, a rat?

No. Let's make a swap.

Piece of news on Johnny,
piece of news for Chas.

Look at the poor sap.

He's already smoked
two packs today.

What do you wanna do,
kill him?

Personally, I'm also late
for a little appointment.

Picking up Angela's kid.

Oh. Well, let's forget
about the deal.

I guess I got no news to swap.
So what are you doin' later?

-Sleeping.
-You want some company?

-You're welcome to the floor.
-I'll take it.

Got three chicks
over there already, Curly.

What you gonna do
about them?

You got a big floor?

It's nice to meet you, Sam.

You, too, doll.

♪ Was it just one day
since yesterday? ♪

♪ It all began? ♪

(audience cheering)

Thank you!

Let's go!
One, two, three, four!

-(upbeat country music playing)
-(cheering gets louder)

(singing)
♪ Now you don't have
to worry about me, babe ♪

♪ Hook 'em up and head out
to the places where you been ♪

♪ Go ahead and fly like
an eagle in the sky ♪

♪ When you land, you'll find
I'm still your friend ♪

♪ But I don't think I could
take you back again ♪

-♪ Where you goin'? ♪
-♪ Where you goin'? ♪

♪ You can get there
without me, so goodbye ♪

♪ Go on, goodbye ♪

-♪ And remember ♪
-♪ And remember ♪

♪ Though I'm settin' you free ♪

♪ I won't cry, I won't cry ♪

♪ Ain't no need to bother
without me, babe ♪

♪ Someone will come along ♪

♪ And he will take me
by the hand ♪

♪ Together, we will walk ♪

♪ Where the grass
is green and new ♪

♪ And I'll even think
about you now and then ♪

♪ But I don't think
I could... ♪

Dolores, will you marry me?

-♪ Hey, where you goin'? ♪
-♪ Where you goin'? ♪

Okay, I will.

You will?

Well, yes,
after my divorce.

Oh. Well, okay.

I can wait.

♪ I won't cry ♪

♪ I've seen you toss
and turnin' ♪

♪ In your sleep, babe ♪

♪ Now your
green bag's packed ♪

♪ You've got your ticket
in your hand ♪

♪ When you love someone ♪

♪ You want what's best
for them ♪

♪ That's how it is,
that's how it's always been ♪

♪ Well, I don't think
I can take you back again ♪

♪ Well, I don't think
I could take you back again ♪

-(song ends)
-(audience cheering)

Hey, everybody!
This is my fiancé!

Ain't he cute?

I'll see you later.

-I'm watchin' you, Curly.
-I know you are, Sam.

Aren't you a little late?

Yeah. Why don't you
give me a lift?

I was thinkin' that.

(cheering continues)

That's where I turn
into a pumpkin.

I'm sorry we didn't see
Christy's show.

Maybe tomorrow we could.

Yeah, tomorrow. Sure.

(horns honking)

Goodbye, Arthur.

-Thank you.
-For what?

So long, Mike.
See ya soon.

Maybe next year.

Arthur:
Right.

Um, Michael told you
we were...

Yeah, but I knew.

I guess everybody knows.

What do you mean
"you knew"?

I mean, I knew all of this
was too good to last.

I'll see ya, Angela.
I gotta meet Johnny.

Michael, you take care
of your mother.

Michael:
How is John?
Where is he?

He's still undercover.
So long.

You crying, Mother?

No, darling.
The wind blew something.

How are the sisters?

Their mother and father
were sort of nice tonight.

I think Georgina's
in love with me.

-How about you?
-Oh, I don't know.

I-I love her, of course,
but I don't know if I'm
in love with her.

We're going to write
to each other.

-That's good.
-And see how it goes.

No commitments, eh?

Michael:
It's better that way,
don't you think, Mother?

Much better, darling.

announcer (on radio):
You're listening
to Benny Goodman.

It's a beautiful
Saturday morning,
and we'll be right back.

Here are six. Keep it.

Thanks a lot.

("It Come and Goes"
by Johnny Cash playing)

♪ But now I'm livin' some ♪

♪ And today my high
didn't get any lower ♪

♪ And my low
didn't fall anymore ♪

♪ But sometimes
when I drop my guard ♪

♪ Everybody knows ♪

(ship horn blaring)

Look who's here.

(inaudible conversation)

(inaudible conversation)

(inaudible conversation)

Stavros:
Angela, you
remember Leonida.

Yes, of course. How are you?

Fine, thank you.
So good to see you again.

And you.

This is Leonida's partner,
Angela.

This is Mr. Russo.

How do you do,
Mr. Russo?

How do you do,
Mrs. Niotes?

Stavros:
I must speak with Leonida
for one minute.

Will you please excuse us?

(indistinct chatter)

I hope
the case turns out, John.

Thanks, Mike.
You make a good double-agent.

Well, I'm going
to check out the action.

I hoped so much
you'd come.

I hoped so much
you wouldn't.

Yeah, so did I.

We did have a promise
on goodbyes, Mr. Russo.

Yeah, that's right.
We did have.

That's okay.
We're even now.

I broke the big one.

I broke that one, too.

You break all
your promises, Mr. Russo?

They're going to leave
without us.

Goodbye, Mr. Russo.

-Hope to see you again.
-So do I.

Goodbye, Angela.
Have a good flight.

Goodbye, Leon.
Thank you.

Well, Leonida.

Thanks, Mr. Russo.

John.

John.

-Stavros: Michael?
-Michael: Yes.

Stavros:
Come fast.
We have to go.

Michael:
Oh, coming.

-Leon: Bye, Michael.
-Michael: Bye-bye.

(helicopter whirring)

(ship horn blaring)

I won't need you till tomorrow,
John, if you feel like--

Take a little walk. Yeah.

See you later, buddy.

(ship horn blaring)

(horn honks)

(upbeat music playing
on car stereo)

Hi, boss. Going my way?

What'd you have in mind?

Go over to Brooklyn,
raise some hell.

Sounds good.

(Christy's song
"Kentucky Nights"
playing on car stereo)

What the hell are you doin'
down here anyway?

The lady.

Thought you might need
some lookin' after.

Got some splinters,
eh, Johnny?

Got a few, Sam.

Well, cheer up, boss.
We're gonna get drunk.

("Kentucky Nights"
by Christy Miller continues)

♪ But the heartbreak
and the pain ♪

♪ Now, lover ♪

♪ You mean
so much more to me ♪

♪ Than livin' in
this lonely town ♪

♪ And tryin' to be free ♪

♪ I've been spendin'
all my time ♪

♪ Up north, alone ♪

♪ But those
Appalachian mountains ♪

♪ Are my home ♪

♪ I've been blinded
by these city lights ♪

♪ And dreamin'
of Kentucky nights ♪

♪ What's a country girl
like me to do? ♪

♪ I've been livin'
with my foolish pride ♪

♪ And driven by the rain ♪

♪ But there's nothin'
in this city ♪

♪ But the heartbreak
and the pain ♪

♪ I did my best ♪

♪ Can't get no rest ♪

♪ I tried to make
these city ways my own ♪

♪ I tried to find ♪

♪ What's on my mind ♪

♪ But I guess that
country feelin's in my bones ♪

♪ I've been blinded
by these city lights ♪

♪ And dreamin'
of Kentucky nights ♪

♪ What's a country girl
like me to do? ♪

♪ I've been livin'
with my foolish pride ♪

♪ And driven by the rain ♪

♪ But there ain't nothin'
in this city ♪

♪ But the heartbreak
and the pain ♪

(cheering)

("One Day Since Yesterday"
by Christy Miller playing)

♪ Can you just crush it
in your hand? ♪

♪ Forbidden fruit makes life
the sweeter ♪

♪ Just as
a stolen moment can ♪

♪ Like two lovers
in those stories ♪

♪ Walking slowly
hand in hand ♪

♪ Just a dream
that really happened ♪

♪ By the lazy Rio Grande ♪

♪ Where we were lovers
in the sunlight ♪

♪ Leavin' traces in the sand ♪

♪ Was it just one day
since yesterday ♪

♪ When it all began? ♪

♪ We were there
along the river ♪

♪ Just two hours
of the day ♪

♪ When you're in love,
time just stops flowin' ♪

♪ Yet those minutes
steal away ♪

♪ Now I'm with someone
who loves me ♪

♪ You got someone
to pass the night ♪

♪ But our thoughts
are of each other ♪

♪ Though they say
it isn't right ♪

♪ But we were lovers
in the sunlight ♪

♪ When can we be
that way again? ♪

♪ Was it just one day
since yesterday ♪

♪ When it all began? ♪

♪ Was it just one day
since yesterday ♪

♪ When it all began? ♪

(song fades out)