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I don't owe anybody, anything!

I don't need you, Bruno!
We don't need you!

We had to give up the baby because
he was running for the Senate.

- And that's the baby, grown up.
- You're my mother?

I'd like to try it again,just without
all these people watching.

What am I, R2-D2?

You get to go to the benefit,
everything.

You don't get to dance, but you
still get to go as, like, my helper.

A helper?

You got big dreams.
You want fame.

Well, fame costs...

and right here is where
you start paying in sweat.

''Seventh Annual
School of the Arts Benefit.

Performers needed from each class.

Students seeking audition time,
contact Montgomery MacNeil.''

Contact Mr. Montgomery MacNeil.

Ah, you can't have zits and be mister.

It's that I've seen fighters do it and I'm
worried that you might be doing it too.

- I'm concerned, that's all.
- Pop, it's not the same kind of thing.

They've even got a phrase for it.

They all the time talk about a fighter
leaving it in the gym.

- That means that they spar so much that-
- I know what it means.

they ain't got anything left
when the bell rings for the real fight.

You and your guys rehearse
way past Carson's monologue.

I mean, I'm afraid
you're gonna get stale.

Look, Pop, it's not like
being a fighter.

Okay, Mr. Wise Guy,
you know so much, what is it like?

It's kind of like making love.

It's always terrific,
but it can always get better.

Pop!

Workmen's comp don't cover that.

Why you always got your head buried
in this thing? What's this all about?

Leroy, get it straight.
This is my bible, all right?

Bible?

This is the first bible I've ever seen
with ads for female mud wrestling in it.

Why don't you read the Daily News
like everybody else?

I'm looking for a place
for my band to play, all right?

Your band?

Bruno says it's his band.

- It's his music. My band, our sound.
- Uh-huh.

Yeah, well, then, this is the paper
you need to be reading.

Bruno,
I don't understand you.

Your Aunt Beatrice comes by,
you won't play for her.

Your Cousin Pauline stops by,
you won't play for her.

Bruno, how you gonna make a name
for yourself if you won't play for people?

Word of mouth.

That's not funny, Bruno.
Not at these prices.

Hey, baby, what do you think
about this gig for the band, huh?

Hey, come on, Bruno. I mean, all
the money goes to the scholarship fund.

That's a good cause, right?

I mean, and we'll get
some exposure, man.

That's a better cause, don't you think so?
So, what do you say, Bruno?

- What do you want me to say?
- Say, ''Let's do it.''

The music's not ready.

Oh, I think that it is.
And so do the guys.

Look, I'm sorry, but no.

I thought Italians were supposed
to take chances, be real gutsy.

- LikeJulius Caesar.
- You saw what happened to him.

Wait up!

You know, it's not easy
being a short person.

I mean, suppose you're a short guy
dating Dolly Parton.

You'd catch a cold from standing
in the shade all the time!

Thank you. Thank you.

Man! How do they do that?

It always looks so easy
when they do it.

And you know, it's not easy being
a short person in a tough neighborhood.

I was brought up
in a tough neighborhood.

My neighborhood was so tough
that if you wanted leaded fuel...

the attendant would
shoot you in the gas.

Oh, this stinks.
It's not even a joke. It's a pun.

Dick Cavett's the only one
I know who gets away with puns.

But what I really wanted to
talk to you about is inflation.

There is so much inflation today.
Like yesterday, I went into the store-

- Hi.
- How you doin'?

Oh, great. I was just checkin' out
how they hang the lights.

It's good to know backstage stuff
as well as onstage stuff.

Well, then, you'll probably
want to know about this.

What is it?

Read it and find out.

Hey, Danny?

Cavett isn't the only one
that does puns.

Groucho Marx used to do 'em
all the time too.

Yeah.

See, the thing you have
to avoid is specialization.

You want to be able to do
as many things as possible.

Sing, act, dance,
play an instrument.

But aren't you afraid that you're gonna
be halfway good at lots of things...

- but not really good at anything?
- No way.

I figure when my big chance comes along,
I'll have so much adrenaline pumping...

that my so-so dancing
will be Astaire...

and my so-so singing
will be Streisand...

and my so-so violin
will be Rubenstein.

- He plays the piano.
- You're kidding?

The first of the month Shorofsky told me
that I played the violin like Rubenstein.

- That old smurf.
- I wouldn't get on his case today.

You know, I heard his midterm
proficiency exams, that they're the worst.

You have him first hour,
don't you?

Yeah. But, you know, I'm really glad,
because that way I get it over with.

I don't mind listening. It's just
getting up in front of everybody...

and doing it solo
that gives me a rash.

Hey, you're wrong about those proficiency
tests. We do 'em alone for Shorofsky.

No, you're wrong.
We used to do them just for Shorofsky.

- Why'd he change that?
- I'm not really sure.

Maybe to test our stage presence.

What stage presence?

Curtain.

We did everything we could for him,
but I'm afraid it wasn't enough.

We lost him in the recovery room.

Was there any pain?

None. We saw that he was
comfortable until the end.

- Did he say anything?
- He asked for a sip of water.

I gave him some.
And then he just slipped away.

Hold it.
Doris, what are you doing?

- What do you mean?
- You are telling these people...

that their beloved husband
and father has just died.

You're telling it to them like
G. Gordon Liddy telling the White House...

that there is a teeny problem
at the Watergate.

I mean, there's no warmth. There's
no consideration for their feelings.

- Well, I haven't slept in 48 hours.
- I beg your pardon?

- Not me. The doctor I'm playing.
- Where does it say that?

Well, it doesn't.
But, in my offstage preparation...

I thought I'd give my character
a realistic backstory.

That kind of thing happens all the time
to doctors in big city hospitals.

It does. It does.

But it doesn't give your fellow performers
anything to respond to.

- Well, it just seemed realistic.
- Oh, it is. It is.

But do you suppose you could find another
realistic backstory for your doctor?

One that allows
for a little more feeling?

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Sure.

You're saying when I audition for
the benefit, maybe I'd better sing, huh?

It's worth a thought.

Mr. Martelli.

We are waiting, Mr. Martelli.

And... uh!

It hurts.

It's supposed to hurt.

There's no gain without strain.
Come on, stay with it!

Five, four, three, two,
come back up!

One, hold, hold, hold!

And done!

You are your instruments.

And unless that instrument stays
in Stradivarius shape...

all the things you're gonna want to do
aren't gonna get done.

I know it's drudgery now, but-

but-

Sayonara.!

- I was awful.
- The vote is unanimous.

I'd like to try it again,
just without all these people watching.

What am I, R2-D2?

Not you. Them.

Them? They're your friends.
You've played for them a hundred times.

But this is different.

This is like a courtroom with these people
tryin' to decide whether I'm guilty or-

You know what I mean.

I also know there's another class due here
in about 45 seconds.

And every one of them is people.

Mr. Martelli.

The first man to discover music
eventually came out of the cave...

to let the rest of the tribe
hear what he had done.

But maybe there was a better musician
who stayed in the cave and never came out.

Just concentrated on
making the music better.

For whom, Mr. Martelli?
For whom?

Hey, baby! One more dance,
then we really have to go.

Go where?

To the cafeteria, to sign up
for the benefit audition.

Look, I thought I told you-

Come on, Bruno,
''the music's not ready'' number.

I mean, it's all right
for the image, but come on.

I'm not talking image.

I am. This is a mainline gig.

They advertise this
in the New York Times.

Look, I gotta go.

Martelli, you know what you are?

You're a rat fink, man!

One more time.

There are five guys in that cafeteria
waiting to strut their stuff...

to play music,
your music, with you.

I mean, they've been practicing, hauling
their stuff to your basement every night.

- So?
- So you owe them. You owe me.

I don't owe anybody, anything!

That's fine, Bruno!
That's really fine, man, you know!

I don't need you, Bruno!
We don't need you!

That's really fine, Bruno!

The hell it is.

Yeah!
Goin' to town, boys-

- That's fine. That's enough.
- I wasn't finished yet.

Yeah, I know, but there
are a lot of others waiting...

and we did hear enough
of your act to judge it... fairly.

Okay. Well, am I
in the show or not?

I'll have to talk to the other members
of my committee.

- Well, I have another number to do.
- Then do it in the hallway.

You saying I'm no good?

No. I'm working very hard not to say that.

You're not on this list,
so you have to sign in.

Listen, I'm not here to audition, girl.
I want to talk to Montgomery, okay?

No, but you can't. Because he told me
specifically that no one's to go in there.

Well, excuse me!

I hope your stomach gets pleats.

Ah, forget about him.
Okay, what's your name?

My name? What are you talking about?
You know my name.

Doris, there are ways of doing
things in an audition.

And this is my first chance,
and I want to do it right.

Yesterday, a friend.
Today, she's David Merrick.

You heard me and Bruno
and the guys, right?

I thought that if you just listened to
the tape, it would save a lot of time.

Well...

technically, you're supposed to
audition in front of everybody.

Well, where does it say that?

That's the way it's always been.

Montgomery,
welcome to the 20th century.

Welcome to the world of electronics.

- Did that hurt any, huh?
- No.

- Next!
- Thank you. Thank you.

Break a leg.

Name, please?

Evita Per�n.

Somewhere in this favored land,
the sun is shining-

bright, shining bright.

The band is playing somewhere.

And somewhere
hearts are light, but-

You act like you never seen
nobody read or something.

Sure. You want a hint?

- What kind of hint?
- Well, the words rhyme.

I mean, if you're having
trouble remembering the line.

''And somewhere men are laughing
and somewhere children shout.

But there is no joy in Mudville,
Mighty Casey has struck out.''

See, shout and out, they rhyme.

Why, that's shocking, Montgomery. You
know, I never would have seen this myself.

A poem with rhymes in it.
Wait till I tell everybody this.

Hey, I'm just tryin' to help.
I'm tryin' to keep you in a good mood.

Why you so worried about
keeping me in a good mood?

Mm, because...
you're in the show.

Don't tell anybody I told you, okay?

''But there is no joy in Mudville,
Mighty Casey has struck out!''

That turkey.

Why do you want to know
what I'm afraid of?

It just came up in class today.

You know, what people are afraid of
and how everyone's afraid of something.

Me, it's heights.
Hate heights.

I get palpitations if I have to take
a fare over the Verrazano Bridge.

It's very funny
that I'm afraid, right?

Nah, it's just that a kid thinks
his father can do anything.

Like the Dragonslayer.

- That's another thing I was afraid of.
- Dragons?

No, the day you figured out that I was
just me, no big deal, nothing special.

A father wants to be
a hero to his kid.

Stick with being a father.
You'll do fine.

Hey, Bruno.
Bruno, don't put those on.

I wanna hear too.
Share, for Pete's sakes.

What do you do

When you think the whole world
is laughing at you

Do you cry

Or take a walk and wonder why

Did you ever ask

As the twilight rush hour faces pass

Am I small

Or can I fly above
and conquer them all

City sounds

Form a music in my mind

And the melody
I pull from the air

Makes me stronger every time

Just bein'alone in the crowd

With a song

Singing alone in the crowd

Nothin's wrong

City sounds

Form a music in my mind

And the melody
I pull from the air

Makes me stronger every time

Just bein'alone in the crowd

With a song

Singing alone in the crowd

Nothin's wrong

Alone in the crowd

With a song

Singing alone in the crowd

Nothin's wrong

Very nice, Mr. Martelli.

Why couldn't something similar
have happened in class the other day?

Good question. The problem is,
I don't have a good answer.

It'll come, Mr. Martelli.
It'll come.

Great. When?

Good answers aren't like trains.
They don't arrive on schedule.

Come to think of it,
they are like trains.

Lydia, it's so monotonous running
round and round some track.

If jogging is so boring,
why not take a dance class?

Oh, until I lose 1 0 pounds,
nobody's getting me into a pair of tights.

Nobody.

Sounds like you've been
talkin' to Leroy again.

No, I haven't,
but I'm gonna have to-

Ah, Montgomery,
the audition results.

Yeah. I'm gonna get these notices up
and maintain a very low profile.

I hate delivering bad news.

- Montgomery?
- Yeah?

I'm afraid you've got more bad news
to deliver than you know.

- I made it!
- Ah! Congratulations.

- I didn't, and that's dumb.
- What's dumb?

That my act didn't make it, and that
her dumb act made it! That's dumb!

You want to know what's dumb?
I'll tell you what's dumb!

Hey, you know what's dumb?
Fighting about it, that's what's dumb.

Hey, maybe we can
get an act together?

Play a bit of cello,
have a few gags.

Come on, huh,Julie?
She's a dope. We don't need her.

I don't get it, man.

How come my English teacher
gets to say who dances and who doesn't?

It's just a rule they have, Leroy. If your
academic grades aren't up to a certain-

Ah, man, I got that Casey dude
down pat. What you talkin' about?

Leroy, I don't make up the rules, okay?

I hate this job.
I just want you to know that.

That don't do nothing for me!
That don't do nothing for me!

I could use a helper, like an assistant?
You get to go to the benefit, everything.

You don't get to dance, but you
still get to go as, like, my helper.

A helper? Man, you must be crazy!
A helper!

I look like a helper to you?
No, man, you keep that trash.

Helper!

I hate this job.

- Hey, watch it.
- Don't get all bent. It was a accident.

I didn't figure
you did it on purpose.

Look, I ain't in no mood for socializin'.
Next time,just give me some room.

What's the matter?

I got aced out on those auditions.
That's what's the matter.

- Hey, I'm sorry.
- Hey, man, what do you care?

You and your band made the list.
You ain't got nothin' to feel bad about.

Hey, wait. What do you mean,
my band made the list?

How could my band make the list?
I didn't even au-

I'll kill her.

Curtain.

We did everything we could for him.

But I'm afraid it wasn't enough.

We lost him in the recovery room.

- Was there any pain?
- None.

We saw that he was comfortable
until the end.

Did he say anything?

He asked for a sip of water,
and I gave him some.

And then he just slipped away.

Mother of mercy! Doris-

What are you doing?

Well, my backstory is...

is that the man who just died and I had
an affair 20 years ago...

when I was in medical school,
and I got pregnant.

We had to give up the baby
because he was running for the Senate...

and he convinced his wife
to adopt the baby.

- And that's the baby, grown up.
- You're my mother?

Yeah. Only you don't know it.

Oh, the family resemblance would
have given it away for sure.

Well... what do you think?

Coco, you know what your band
needs for the show?

Someone who knows
how to play the maracas. Look.

I spoke to Leroy, and he said that you
were sort of irritated about the audition.

Sort of irritated-
Is that what he said?

Well, he used a more colorful phrase.

I told you how I felt,
and you just ignored me.

Bruno, you can't
turn your back on this, man.

William Morris is gonna have agents there.
This is big-time stuff.

I don't care about William Morris.
I don't care about the benefit. I don't-

Don't let me stop you.
Continue whatever you were doing.

Forget it.
I'll find someplace else to work.

I love you, honey,
more than words can say.

Oh, I love you, my honey,
more and more every day.

My love is hot like steamin' fire
but pure as driven snow.

That's how I love you, honey,
and I need for you to know.

Then it goes into the chorus.
That's all that ''do-wa-do-wa'' stuff.

- Of course.
- I got more.

- More what?
- More song lyrics memorized.

I figure you'd give me extra credit
for extra memorizing.

Let me be in the benefit
or somethin'.

Leroy, that assignment
wasn't about memorizing.

Then how come you asked us to memorize
it? That don't make much sense to me.

Well, the theory is that getting
the book out of your hands...

will help you understand the words...

the thoughts and the rhyme schemes
more readily.

I guess all that means is no extra credit
for memorizing words to a song.

No. I'm sorry, but no.

Okay. How about
if I write a poem then?

Leroy, when I said no to your being
in the benefit, I was going by the rules.

In a way, I gave my word. I can't go back
on that word now even if I want to.

- Do you want to?
- It's tempting.

- So, will you?
- Not on a bet.

Well, it don't make
much difference to me anyway.

It doesn't?

No. 'Cause I got people there
that want to see me there.

They know it's not gonna be
the same unless I'm there.

Like Montgomery, for instance.
He's gettin' me in.

Doing what,
if you don't mind my asking?

Well, I'm sort of like his chief helper,
so to speak.

- I mean, I got picked specially.
- Congratulations.

Thank you.
I'm proud about it.

Real proud.

What you doin' in here?

I'm only out of the show.
I'm not out of the school.

Neither am I.

She ain't got no right
to put me out anyway.

This is the School for the Arts,
not for some dumb poem.

Right.

Anyway, I don't need no dumb benefit.
I do my thing anywhere.

I can't. When you dance,
all you need is music.

To tell jokes, you have
got to have an audience.

It's just not the same as you.

You're right.
It's a lot tougher for me.

Tougher for you?
How do you figure that?

- Anybody can tell a joke.
- Okay. Tell one.

Me?

Hey, it's easy. You just said so.
So go ahead. I'm here.

Anytime you're ready.

There once was this white boy
who could dance really good.

Now that's really a joke.

You're right.
It's real good.

It must be something like loving to
pilot a plane and being afraid to fly.

- Whatever that means.
- You.

Loving music and being too
terrified of people to perform.

I'd wager the rest of your band
would love the chance...

to play for the William Morrises
and other such people.

Mr. Shorofsky,
I'm not like the rest of the band.

You're telling me?

Besides, concert halls
are a thing of the past.

Home entertainment, that's where it's at.

If people want to hear me,
they can go out and buy my tape.

And what do you buy
to hear the people?

The experience of music
is a dialogue, Mr. Martelli.

Dialogue. Two voices.

The musician's and the people
who are listening.

It's a conversation
between you and your audience.

That hushed sound you hear
before the music begins-

That's an audience saying,
''Yes, I want to hear.''

And the applause at the conclusion...

that's the audience saying,
''Thank you for sharing with me.''

You don't want that?
You don't need that?

The audience doesn't always
react with approval.

Not always.

I think I'll pass on that.

It's like a church.

This?

Places where the people are all facing
in the same direction, they're magic.

People just sort of become one,
they unify.

Cathedrals have it, theaters, temples.

- Toilets.
- Lookin' good, Montgomery.

Thanks. Anybody else
waitin' outside?

Yes. Coco and her group were
in the elevator right after us.

Good evening.

Still mad?

What do you think?

Leroy, it isn't the end of the world.

You're not kicked out of school.
You're out of one show.

For all you know,
it might be a terrible show.

Oh, it's gonna be a terrible show,
all right. 'Cause I ain't in it.

- No way! Forget it.
- Why?

Because I don't need you to introduce me.
Montgomery is the emcee.

Montgomery? He's good for the other acts.
You need someone special.

- Meaning you.
- I know it's immodest.

It's impossible.
And besides, it's not gonna happen.

Out, please.

Excuse.

Hey, Bruno!

Hey, baby, I thought you would come.

Don't start with baby
and don't get the wrong idea.

I told the guys they could use my stuff.

So as soon as my dad and the freight
elevator bring up the amps...

we're going to the Knicks game.

Good evening. Can I help you?

Yes. We're from
the William Morris Agency.

- I imagine we're on the list.
- You bet.

This young lady will be happy
to show you to your table.

- You're really an agent? A real one?
- Yes.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Is that the dress you're gonna wear?

Something wrong with it?

It's just that it's a real hot night...

and you're liable to sweat
like anything in it.

That is the most incredibly gross thing
anyone has ever said to me!

You are just
the ''El Scuzzo'' of all time!

What happened?

It's just a brownout.

Danny, if it makes you
feel better, okay.

But I think you should know
that what you're squeezing is my purse.

All right,
ladies and gentlemen, all right.

We are privileged to visit
a more genteel time...

until the generators take over again
and bring us back to the 20th century...

with all its benefits
and its detriments.

Now there's no music at all,
with Bruno or without him.

Yeah, and with agents here.
Can you believe it?

Yeah, I'm sort of new in New York.
Do these things last a long time?

The last one lasted 1 8 hours.

Well, at least it's romantic.

Spoken like an actress.

I study acting,
but actually, I'm a cellist.

So? Spoken like a cellist.

There you go.
Two for the price of one.

That's really good.

Do you have to sound so surprised?

Well, Danny, you don't exactly have the
reputation of being Einstein, you know.

And I don't have the reputation
of being stupid either.

I said I don't have the reputation
of being stupid either.

- Did I ever tell you the joke-
- Don't tell me any jokes, okay?

Are they that bad?

I'm scared. And when I'm scared,
I don't laugh at jokes.

If I don't laugh,
you'll get mad at me.

And I just don't think I could
handle that right now, okay?

Okay.

So, what do we talk about?

We could talk about why you don't like
me and why you say cruel things to me.

I don't say cruel things.
I make jokes, that's all.

Yeah, and sometimes they're cruel.

- Really?
- Yeah. Really.

Maybe it's because I wanted to be
in the show more than I realized.

- How do you do?
- What?

I'm Doris Schwartz.
You come here often, Mr.-

Danny Amatullo.

Pleased to meet you, Mr. Amatullo.

Likewise, Ms. Schwartz.

You look very attractive in that dress.

How long do you think
this could last?

Oh, a couple of hours
is usually about all.

William Morris agents don't wait
a couple of hours for anybody...

least of all, a bunch of kids.

Why? Are they afraid of the dark?

This is such a joke to you, isn't it?

Well, no show for you,
no basketball game for me.

I think we came out about even.

No, we didn't.

No, we didn't.

And when I tell stories and stuff...

real stories about things
that really happened...

I'm afraid they
won't be as interesting.

So I add stuff and I make up stuff...

so everyone will think it's funny.

But then the stories aren't
as true anymore either.

Sometimes, I think I shouldn't worry
about how much they laugh.

Maybe I don't need 1 0 phony laughs
for each story.

Maybe one real laugh is enough.

What do you think?

I think you should tell them about you.

About stuff that happens,
and it's funny and it's real.

- You think so?
- I think so.

Like maybe, there were these two kids
stuck in an elevator.

Why don't you save that story
for when you introduce me?

Listen to how quiet.

God forgive us. We created a generation
that cannot make music...

without woofers and tweeters
and amps and preamps.

These children need batteries to whistle.

- What are you doing?
- They want to go.

They have another show
to catch downtown.

If they're gonna make it,
they have to leave now.

Why do they have to leave now?

Coco, they have 36 flights
to walk down.

It's our fault, not theirs.

We allowed them to grow up weak,
without standards.

And when a generator a hundred miles
away goes kaput, they go kaput too.

Very sad.

They're on their way out the door, man.

Look, Coco, I don't care about people
like that, agents and managers.

Besides, with the power out,
it won't sound as good as it should.

Bruno, any music we make
is gonna sound better than silence.

And if you can't care
about people like agents...

can you care about people
that you go to school with?

All right!

- All right!
- Boo! Boo! Boo!

You've just been booed,
Mr. Martelli.

And the men of William Morris
were watching the pretty girls dance.

They didn't hear a note of your music.
Did you die?

Did the world come to an end?

Are you still young and well and whole?

Yes, sir.

You don't get applause unless you grow.

And you don't grow unless
you are courageous enough to be bad.

Though I don't think your music
will get booed very often.

Show business is my life.

Come on. Let's go. It's showtime.

- We can't let this go to waste.
- What are you talking about?

The time we had. I mean, we were
really honest with each other.

People in show business
never get those kind of times.

I mean, they're usually too shallow
or too tied up with their own egos.

But you and me,
we got past that...

and we just can't forget it.

I mean, there are more important things
than egos and putting on shows.

We just always have to remember that.

We'll always remember.

Hey, everybody! It's showtime!