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What's going on tonight?

You have to obey.

What can I be tonight?

Let the hunger have its way with you.

You're just doing what you got.

You don't have to say What's going

on inside You

have to obey

Does that mean you're going to write a big story about us?

I don't know.

I wonder if... Yes?

There was a pale blonde girl in the second row in pink.

Karen Bradley.

You have good taste. She's one of our best youngsters.

What will happen to her?

Dance is a demanding master.

When the girls get to be 17 or 18, they may develop other interests.

Too bad we can't neuter them.

Would you like to talk to Karen?

I was thinking of centering the story on her. I don't know the first thing about

dance, but if I can focus on one person... I'll go and get her.

What the hell do I know about ballet?

Then why have the papers sent you?

Because the dance critic just had a baby.

And my editor has a morbid sense of humor.

What do you usually write about?

Graft.

Political corruption. Crime.

Ever been arrested?

Don't.

You don't live with your parents?

I can't.

It's too far from the conservatory.

Dad worked at the Ford plant in Wayne, so I moved to Detroit with Grandpa.

Yeah, he's a minister, right? Mm -hmm.

How old did you say you were?

17. How old are you?

27.

I'll be 28 in three months.

I'll be 18 in ten.

Want another soda?

in this year's negotiations with the big three automakers.

Speaking for the UAW, Russell Nolan announced this morning that the board

would begin next week.

A few hundred former employees of the J .L. Hudson Company... Yeah?

Me.

Me? Me who?

Karen Bradley, the girl in the story.

I know who Karen Bradley is for...

Thank you.

I made a reservation at Guido's. I hope you'd Italian.

You won't believe it.

What? I just hung up this second.

On what?

I've got a job dancing in a recital for people because of you, Shakespeare.

And you said you couldn't write a good story. You genius.

It's okay.

Grandpa won't be home till 11. It's got nothing to do with Grandpa.

This is what I was afraid of.

Why? Why?

Because you're barely 17 years old.

So you're only 10 years older than me.

Karen. You know what you're acting like? A kid.

Fine. One of us better start acting like a kid.

Karen, listen to me.

I don't want to be your first love.

Who said you would be?

You don't want to make love to me.

That is a world -class lie.

Then?

Is this your first time or isn't it?

Tell me.

Yeah, but I've been thinking about it for months, years.

I hate to tell you this, but that doesn't count.

Karen, none of this is your fault. It's mine.

You're just... too old for me.

Uh, if you wait much longer, I'll do 19.

Oh, and I've taken care of that other matter.

You can't be first anymore.

Do you want to be third?

God is the supreme umpire.

We may think we have fooled him, but he's keeping a scorecard on every one of

us, marking down each error.

Mr. Phillips.

Yes, sir. If you were asked to name the world's greatest athlete in any sport,

whose name would come to mind?

Babe Ruth.

That's a reasonable answer.

But forget Babe Ruth.

Even Jack Dempsey.

Stand up.

Stand up.

Feel that stomach.

Pardon? Feel her stomach.

It's quite all right, Mae. This is scientific research.

Well, go on, young man. Reach across the table and poke her stomach.

You call that a poke?

Dig in, young man. Dig in. You can't hurt her.

Karen.

Karen.

Karen, what?

What is it?

What's wrong? What do you want?

It's not what you think.

Oh? What is it?

I have to take it.

What?

Insulin.

Diabetes?

You've been hiding it from me for a year and a half.

People change when they know.

They think I'm going to go blind or drop dead in front of them.

What if this happens on stage?

Pockets.

In my dance clothes.

I sew them in so that I can sneak a bite of candy if I feel something happening.

Sneak?

I can't stop the music and say, wait a minute.

See? Once you know about it, that's all we talk about. Where are you going?

Home. Your grandfather is in Lansing.

What if he calls and I'm not there?

You alright?

Are you?

Hi.

What is it?

Nothing.

Something. May I come in?

Yeah, of course.

You're working. I'm sorry.

Oh, no. It's okay.

Can I take your car?

I can't stay.

You lost your cheerleader.

It's not that.

I'm rich.

Grandpa's will, he left me money for my career.

No, please stay there.

I've got $3 ,000, so...

Leaving for New York.

What? Tomorrow morning.

So it's okay?

No.

It's not okay.

What did you expect me to say?

Exactly what you're saying.

But I came over here to tell you that I love you.

And then I'm going to New York.

To study. To dance.

If I'm good enough.

There are newspapers in New York.

But you'd have to start all over again.

If I'm willing.

I'm not.

You're practically famous here.

You're not giving your career up for me.

You're not giving yours up for me.

Chris.

I've been waiting my whole life.

Ever since I was six.

I didn't really believe I'd ever have a chance like this.

And now I do.

I feel like I'm going to die without you.

And I may be back in a week

And

you may not

Bonnie, you could dance next to someone for months and never actually meet them.

Ever wonder why?

My name's Gino Ray.

I know your first name, of course, but... Brad.

Hi.

I want it on the record that I had nothing to do with this interview.

Want to start?

Be an actor.

Want to be dancer?

Dance!

Weren't you here last month?

I thought maybe... No audition.

Mr. Joffrey isn't seeing anyone.

What's the matter?

Face it, kid. You're not going anywhere until you explain the waterworks and

class.

What's that?

The end of the road. I'm going back to Detroit tonight.

What are you doing?

There is an audition this afternoon, and I'm taking you with me.

I've been to every ballet company in... York. This is Broadway, a new musical.

I am not a gypsy. Terry!

No, not yet, you're not.

Diane, the ticket.

After the audition.

Gypsies have to do everything.

I can't sing, I can't act, and I've had three jazz classes in my whole life.

Ready? Who, what?

The audition.

what's going on here today?

My horoscope didn't say a word about all this stupidity.

We don't argue about this right now.

It'll just be another humiliation like last time and the time before.

Ow!

Terry sometimes forgets that he is the greatest gypsy who ever lived.

He's a Broadway dancer.

So? I'm a ballet dancer.

You're a dancer. This is Broadway.

In two hours, you'll be a gypsy.

Just watch, Terry.

Yeah, well, if I'm so great, will you please tell me why in 20 years I never

the gypsy robe?

Politics.

What's the gypsy robe?

Fame, recognition, glory.

Every opening night, it's passed on to the most deserving dancer in the new

show. Which eliminates me.

Look, Sonny picked kids.

And God knows I am no kid.

That hurt.

That was the general idea.

You'll never see my footwork.

Sonny will line up the boys and type me out the first five minutes.

We keep 237 and 238.

See the buns on 234?

They have got to be in the show soon.

Have you caught the boobs on 233?

You cannot let talent like that walk out of the theater.

Okay, girls, relax, please.

How about 231?

A missed personality?

She's a little...

Balletic for the choreography I'm planning, but dynamite technique.

I don't know, Sonny. She's a little bit skinny.

That's what interests me.

She can double as the little boy in act two.

That's right.

There you are, gentlemen.

The two center groups are your dancing chorus. The side groups are runner -ups.

Is this your final decision?

Now, let's not rush this. We're going to have to live with it for a long time.

He means that literally.

While he's an experienced producer, Sonny, he's thinking of the show.

He's thinking of fun and games in Philadelphia.

Sonny, I'd love to have you reconsider number 233. She really does mess up the

line.

Kevin,

would you ask 233 to come back in?

And 234, would you step out? Would you step out, please?

2 .33 is in.

2 .33 in.

All right, yeah, yeah!

Okay, everybody in the A group, rehearsal in two weeks in this theater.

The B groups will be our alternates in case of replacement. Thank you all very

much.

Incredibly, indisputably eight.

Okay. You can have it back now.

Cash it in. It'll hold you till rehearsals.

All right, kids.

Pick up the schedule.

Five weeks of rehearsals and three weeks in Philly.

You said you're not exactly nuts about the place you're living in, right?

Right. And we have this extra room. So, Terry and I thought, what about three

roommates?

Maybe when the show opens in New York.

But we've got a month before we go to Philly.

What's wrong with now?

Oh, look.

If you're worried about Terry, it's just a matter of time till he's working

again with his talent.

And we haven't even shown you the number one advantage of the room.

Unobstructed view of a giant TV screen, courtesy of Reggie.

Reggie for class?

Yeah. He bought the TV when he hit the lotto last summer.

Now, if you want him to change channels, all you got to do is yell. He's into

democracy. And bondage.

It makes a refreshing change from all those I love Lucy reruns.

So, what do you say? The three Mouseketeers?

I don't want to take your word for it. What's the difference?

Look, I'm not making it as a designer either.

It's not enough to be gay. You've got to have talent.

So, looks like it's fine with everybody, right?

Yeah. Gay.

Nothing left but the roommate's oath.

Do you solemnly swear that you will never check out, chat up, or mess around

with your roommate's boyfriend so help you David Merrick?

I do.

I do.

I do.

Oh, yay!

I bet your heart broke when you leave this place anyway. Come on.

You're trying to restrain your tears.

Taxi!

Get in.

This channel is the pit.

Yell when you see what you want.

Ooh, we got some ballet here.

That's gorgeous.

That's how it started for me.

All of a sudden, I saw my whole life there on the screen.

Yeah? Me too.

It was some Broadway dance number on the Ed Sullivan show. I don't even remember

what it was, but Mom and Pop never knew what hit them.

Two days later, I was taking tap, acrobatics, and ballet.

I used to practice my tap in the bathroom for the Echo. It sounded like

Rockettes got locked in there.

The neighbors threatened to sue.

But I was happy.

God, was I happy.

And I still am, in a way.

Who turned you on the first time?

Actually, my first time goes back a little bit farther than Ed Sullivan.

Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers.

He's flying down to Rio.

A little bit farther?

It was a revival at the Museum of Modern Art.

Ignore menopause. You couldn't pick a better model for yourself than Fred is

there. He's talking about Ginger Rogers. At least she had style.

You've never seen the film?

No.

There is this incredible number.

Try to imagine dozens of chorus girls in little white shorts

dancing on the wing of a plane, and they're singing my all -time

number one absolute favorite song.

Hit it.

My Rio, Rio by the sea -o.

Flying down to Rio where there's rhythm and rhyme.

Hey, fella, twirl that old propella. Got to get to Rio

and we've got to make time of girls. Thank you.

You'll love it. Flying high above it.

Everything will be okay.

Who are you?

Isn't that a rather odd question considering it was you who rang my bell?

Oh.

Sorry, obviously I got the apartment number wrong.

There's a girl named Karen Bradley who lives someplace in this building.

Here.

Pardon? Karen lives here.

Come on in.

Whom shall I say is calling?

Cricket Villa.

She'll recognize the name.

Isn't that Karen's bathroom?

I'll tell her you're here.

Karen!

What's wrong?

What's wrong? I come 700 miles to find some guy walking around in your

We'll go for a walk. Two minutes.

Terry and I are like sisters.

Your sister's lucky I almost punched him out.

You've been flattered to death this first fight over a girl.

I don't understand why you didn't tell me.

I told you I was moving.

You told me about Diane.

Period.

Please, Chris, can't we just be happy?

This is such a wonderful surprise.

Obviously.

Well, it could be wonderful.

How long have we got?

As long as we want.

I quit my job.

No.

Apartment, car, job, it's all gone.

So you're stuck with me.

As soon as I find a job, we can look for a place to live.

What are you talking about?

We've got one.

Gary in here?

Hey, Gary?

Gary? Yeah, Gary.

Good

morning.

Who are you next?

I don't know.

We've got to take a number.

Oh, this is Gus, everybody.

Hi, Gus.

Gus?

Hi, Karen.

Oh, Wallace. Hi. I didn't even see you there. Have you met Chris?

Chris Wallace.

Wallace. Chris.

Wallace. Gus.

Gus.

Wallace. Gus.

Gary.

Terrible.

We're going to have a wedding.

Michael and Ernie got engaged last night.

Okay, okay, hold it down.

May I suggest you save a little energy for the show, if that isn't asking too

much?

Okay, we've got some serious business to take care of. Now.

Opal says she wants to get married before we leave town.

When's the next day off? Saturday.

Any conflicts?

Good.

We'll vote on the honeymoon. Let's see.

We've only got one day, so Atlantic City's out. How many vote for Coney

Whoa, what about Opal and Ernie?

What about them?

Shouldn't they decide where they want to go?

It's only fair.

Fair? We're taking a vote. What could be fairer than that?

All right.

Everyone for Coney Island, raise your hand.

There we go.

I just started a new job.

What's Saturdays and Sundays?

It's a newspaper. We work weekends.

Ah, which newspaper?

I read the Times and the Post.

Oh, you wouldn't know it. It's a neighborhood paper. East Sider.

Oh, East Sider News.

Like local murders?

No, no, no. That's our side of Manhattan. Dummy, they have jewel

the East Side.

Shouldn't you be back at your table trying to make out?

Is that an offer?

No, an order.

Look, it was nice meeting you.

You really ought to get to Philly.

There's nothing like a musical out of town.

Unforgettable.

Okay, time for...

Gino's just that way, pushy with everybody.

It's not Gino.

It's all of them. When you're with them, they swallow you up.

That's what I came here for.

To be swallowed up?

No, to be part of this.

You could be, too.

Except for one small problem.

You don't want to be.

I want to be with you.

Just you.

Now, that may be a revolutionary idea in some circles, but you're working now,

I'm working. We ought to be able to afford a place where we know most of the

people in the bathroom.

I'm sure there's something in the Constitution that guarantees your right

a gypsy in class and at the theater and in rehearsal.

But when you come home... Okay.

I mean, our home.

One apartment.

Honest, as soon as I come back from Philadelphia, we'll start looking.

Every day.

Did you check the answering machine when you came in?

No. You should have.

Guess what?

What?

We are never going to have to hear Terry's darling. I am growing old

again.

Hell, you know, I didn't feel this young when I was young.

You forgot already.

You are young, you idiot.

That's right.

I'm a young idiot.

You are a young, rich idiot. I'm a young, rich idiot.

Okay, friend. Think about this.

With all four of us working, we can redo the bathroom.

Four banks in a row. No more standing in line, no more waiting. And the

conversation, the laughs.

Can you picture it?

Can

someone

tell me why hotel phones are always so loud?

You don't have to talk to her, sweetheart.

As soon as she finishes unpacking, she is going to bed, alone, if you don't

count me.

You just turned down an intimate little dinner with Guinness.

Who?

Gino. I thought his name was Ray.

Guinness is his gypsy name.

It used to be the Saucy Aussie, but the last show he was in, there were eight

girls in the chorus, and he got it on with seven of them.

So... The kids sent it into the Guinness Book of World Records.

Of course, they were too chicken to print it.

What are you laughing at?

You believing that story.

Gina Fry made it up.

You're talking to number seven.

It was out of town, a tryout, like this.

After a week or so, the rest of the world disappears.

Nothing's real but the show and the people you're working with.

Did you know about the other girls?

Stagehands knew.

Gino's not the kind to hide his light under a bushel.

But why?

Curiosity, maybe?

After all, where there's all that smoke, there must be a hell of a fire.

Is there?

Curious?

Let's see this queue without 55 through 60.

Good.

Cheryl, may we have the coat off? I'd like to see how the yellow looks under

lights. Thank you.

Karen Bradley,

Sonny and Mr. Kagan want to see you in dressing room D right now.

Where's Gino Ray?

You too.

Put queue 55 back in.

Down a couple of points.

Something has got to go.

I am throwing out the whole second act opening and redoing it

as a pas de deux.

It'll be more balletic than anything else in the show.

A lot of lifts.

Meet me at 3 o 'clock at Lulu Temple.

We've got to get this number in the show by opening night.

But that's tomorrow night.

If I can create it, you can learn it.

I can learn it.

Sonny? Yeah?

What about money?

That's Phil's department.

How much more are we getting?

An extra 25.

For eight performances a week?

That's a lousy three bucks a performance.

I never heard of a dancing school that taught business administration, but you

seem to have found one.

How much do you weigh?

About 100.

Sonny said there's going to be a lot of lifts.

Say there's a dozen. How much is that?

You're the one with the head for figures.

1 ,200 pounds.

That's how much I've got to lift every time I do that number.

And on matinee days, it's 2 ,400 pounds.

That's more than a ton.

That's how you judge a work of art?

How long does a meltdown so last?

Ten years?

Fifteen?

And what goes first?

The back.

Thirty.

What?

Thirty a week over minimum.

Don't bother to break down the five extra bucks. It comes to 62 .5 cents per

performance or 5 .3 cents per lift.

Sign here.

You and Gino?

Well, listen, I'm supposed to cover this dumb charity thing tomorrow night, but

I'm sure I can get someone to cover for me.

Are you talking about coming here?

Of course.

It'll be the most important night of your life.

It'll be a miracle if I even remember the step.

Wait till the number's been in a few days.

Then I want you to see me.

You know how you are about your first drafts.

Yeah.

I gotta go to rehearsal.

Good. Love you.

Bye.

Keep each other... That's it.

Come on.

Let's go. Let's go. From the shot days into the big lid.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on. Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Are you all right?

Oh, what is it, your ankle?

No, it's okay. You caught me.

Well, something's waiting for us.

What?

It's over.

What are you talking about? I can't, that's all.

What, are you crazy?

This is crazy. You think we'll remember it? Death?

Oh, listen, when you hear the music.

I'll drop dead right in front of the audience.

Listen, Andrew will be in the wings dancing every step.

And I mean, if we get stuck, we'll just improvise until we come to something we

can remember.

I mean, when did that boy out, right?

Please. This will never happen again, no.

You don't know.

This is your first show.

I've been waiting.

It's not a question for the mechanical.

Or never.

It's okay.

We'll do it.

And if we're lousy, what can they do? Climb over the footlights and lynch us?

Screw everybody but us.

That's the Philadelphia spirit.

How we doing?

Huh? Okay. We're gonna go again from the same place. Now, take it easy.

You know, just mark it.

Don't dance full out.

Not full out.

You like that if you don't know what I mean!

What, cramps?

Nuts.

Well, look, no matter how tired you are, make sure you have a hot bath before

going to bed.

I can't.

Diane's sleeping.

God knows what time they finish for our song.

Well, come on tomorrow.

You won't keep me awake.

We're both in the same boat.

I said boat, not bed.

Eight -four.

Nine,

please.

That was the best bath.

Now let's see what we can do about those knots.

Well, I don't want to have to dance a number with Andrew.

Why not?

Turn it on.

Fantastic. Until I forgot the step.

Ah, three lousy seconds. Who noticed?

Sonny, if he says one word to you, I'll break his leg.

How's it doing?

I think I wrecked it now.

Cut the healing time in half.

If it works, I'll have it tattooed.

Hungry?

Oh, no.

Come on, it's opening night. We've got to do something, for God's sake. A

hamburger, at least.

You ready?

Welcome to the Guinness Book of World Records.

Well, I didn't expect to see you again.

Who?

Anybody.

May I come in?

I'm not dressed.

I wouldn't recognize you if you were.

Well, it's different here.

How?

Not alone.

I know.

Karen's with you.

No, not tonight.

He's, uh, well, I thought you were him.

Then why did you say I didn't expect to see you tonight?

Oh, Tony's moody. He's, uh, sort of a tomcat.

Uh, never know where he's gonna wind up, but, uh, as far as I know, it's still

on.

So, uh, where's Karen?

That's what I'm trying to tell you, Chris.

She's staying with another girl tonight as a favor to me.

Which girl?

I don't know.

The whole thing happened so fast, I just said I need some privacy tonight, and

she said sure.

You probably thought only guys helped each other out that way.

Look, Chris, I don't want to be rude, but if Eddie walks in and finds another

guy here... Tony.

What? The Tomcat.

His name was Tony a minute ago.

But I see what you mean about the way girls stick together.

It's impressive.

May I use your phone?

Honest to God, Chris, I don't know where she is.

What's Gino's last name?

Don't, Chris.

All right, tell me his room number.

You don't know what she's been through.

You can't imagine the pressure, the tension. The hell with the tension.

The hell with Philadelphia and the show and this magical gypsy world that

ordinary people like me aren't qualified to understand.

You know what you look like to me?

A bunch of overage Peter Pans that think they can get away with anything so long

as they refuse to grow up. What the hell do you think that is out there?

Disneyland?

Where are you going?

New York.

I'll be moved out by the time you get back.

What'll I tell her?

Tell her...

Tell

her I figured it would be all right if I came after the show, when the pressure

was off.

I hope everything went great tonight.

I mean, it's a theater.

Well, there it is, folks, the bad news. For the fourth day in a row, old man

winter is socking it to the Philadelphia area.

Thermometer may not break 20 degrees today, so if old Fido's out there in the

garage, you might think of letting him come into the house, especially tonight,

because it's going to get, you guessed it, colder.

down into the single digits of this band of cold Canadian air that is plunged...

Hey,

don't bother.

Bad news.

Oh.

Well, there's something about you, Lulu.

Yeah?

Let me see.

Hats off to choreographer Sonny Fry and the two lustrous young dancers he has

thrown into the dance firmament.

Miss Bradley alone is worth the price of admission.

What?

Even if the rest of the show isn't.

Well, that's a death notice if I ever read one.

What are you doing?

Calling Chris. He sort of does.

He was here last night.

In Philadelphia?

Yeah.

But we decided he wouldn't come.

No, you decided.

He waited till the show was over so he wouldn't make you nervous.

Where is he?

In New York.

Moving out.

You pulled him where I was?

I made up a whole story.

He's a newspaper man.

He's used to digging out facts.

Yeah. Blow.

Any improvement, Susie?

Enough to get me through line A at the unemployment office. Yeah.

The robe!

The robe!

The robe!

Tell me, what?

I brought the robe.

Yeah, but when we heard the show was never coming to New York, I was

to come to Philly to present the gypsy robe to...

The third day of rehearsal.

Fifteen minutes, ladies and gentlemen. Fifteen minutes to magic time.

Fifteen minutes.

I've been calling since eight o 'clock.

Well, he's probably out.

Celebrating? No, forgetting.

He can't afford a beer. I know.

No answer?

I'm going to New York with Joni.

But we have a matinee tomorrow.

Yeah, and we close tomorrow night. What are they going to do, fire me? Well,

maybe if we keep calling, we'll be able to... No, I know Terry.

When he's upset, he won't answer the phone.

He's probably sitting there right now eating himself up.

Meet me.

Yeah.

Uh, the guys want to go out and drown their sorrows. I'd take you, but they

no girls.

I wouldn't go anyway.

Look, I'll call you when I get back to the hotel.

Okay?

Yeah.

Terry?

I just want to know one thing.

Were you here at 11 o 'clock when the phone rang?

Reggie?

Hiya. Have you seen Karen?

Be something.

You know, um, some kind of service.

We'll take care of it.

Like always.

What is he?

What was he?

The tips.

When the police came, they assumed he was my husband.

So I said yes.

You know how some cops are about gays.

Anyway, I did love him.

Who did I... Who did I ever love more?

Did he leave a note?

Who needs a note? He got fired.

Joanie said they came right out and told him he was too old.

39 isn't that old.

It is when you're 44.

44?

Hi.

I just walked in a few minutes ago. I was going to call you. May I come up?

Hey, I admire your spirit, but we've got two shows tomorrow.

I've got to come up, Gino, please.

What's wrong?

There's got to be someone in the company who's got a valium or a red.

I mean, you're going to freak out if you don't get something.

Where are you going?

To Kelly's room. He's a walking drugstore.

The funeral director said this was a first -class cemetery.

It's okay. You'll be facing the other way.

The perpetual maintenance better be the real thing.

I'm coming back to check.

Laurie's going to freeze to death.

Bye.

This is Ozzy Moss.

Ozzy, this is Karen.

He's here to look at the extra room.

Diane, could I talk to you, like alone?

Oh, sure.

Why don't you go take a look at it? It's down at the end of the hall.

You never said a word.

I just met him today in class. What was I supposed to do, send a telegram?

You're going to put him in Terry's room?

You want him in yours?

You know what I mean.

No, I don't.

It's like going out to get a new dog after the old one dies.

Are you accusing me of forgetting Terry?

Well, what is it? Do you know where I went today?

I went back to the house of crepes.

Well, congratulate me. I'm a waitress again.

Diane. Don't apologize. I wasn't going to.

Why not?

It just hurts to think of somebody else in Terry's room so soon. Do you think it

doesn't hurt me?

But guess what?

Diane Davis is going to survive.

I was born to dance. I know. No, born to dance, not dish up slop for creeps

who just want to pinch my butt and stiffen me.

The house of creeps is survival.

Ozzie is survival.

Nobody replaces Terry for one second ever.

But Ozzie is one -third of the rent, so I can hang in, and you can hang in where

we belong here, till it happens, and when it does, we'll be ready.

Do you understand?

Yeah.

Forget Terry?

I am going to beat the system that beat Terry.

You call that forgetting?

Can I come in?

Of course.

I'll get Karen.

Sit down.

I read about Terry in the paper.

I'm sorry.

I would have come to the funeral, but I didn't want to intrude.

I know how you feel.

No, you don't.

Like Terry.

Diane, too.

I didn't understand.

But I think I do now.

Let me get my coat.

I got a new job.

I'm a real paper.

Washington Post.

Oh, Chris, that's wonderful.

Yeah.

Washington's a great city.

I don't know if they have a ballet company there, but I'm sure there are

of classes.

What do you think?

Come along.

With you to live?

We could get married.

We should get married.

Well, all I know is that I'm going tomorrow.

No matter what.

No more East Sider.

No more gypsy camp for me.

That's a plane ticket to Washington.

I'll be at the shuttle at LaGuardia at 2 o 'clock.

So much has happened.

So much to sort out.

The show, Terry.

Gino.

Gino.

I wish I could blame it all on Philadelphia.

Why not? Everyone else does.

They probably tell Philadelphia jokes in Poland.

Please don't make me laugh.

I love you.

Please don't make me cry.

I just know one thing.

hurt you anymore.

Don't worry about it.

Before you, nothing hurt because nothing mattered.

But now, a lot of things hurt

because they matter.

That's an important lesson for someone in my business.

And I learned it from you.

But...

I've always said you were too old for me.

Maybe I'm catching up.

I'll be at the shuttle at LaGuardia at two o 'clock.

Didn't you hear the phone?

No. It's for you.

I haven't had my pointe shoes on in three months.

Oh, you take two classes a day.

With what?

There's an opening for a gifted waitress at the House of Crapes.

Come on, shake it. You can make Madame Eugenia's one o 'clock.

You okay?

I'm okay.

Wait, what's this?

My suitcase.

I can see that.

What's it doing here?

If you're planning to take a two o 'clock cellar, you're better bored. One

minute.

Hurry!

Sorry.

You're just doing what you got.

You wish glass were over, maybe?

No, ma 'am. Develop, eh?

Her? Yes, madame.

He's supposed to, but...

And that's a call.