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You may remember Corinne Burns.

She was the teenage fry chef
who was fired on the air...

in our segment on Charlestown, PA,
the town that will not die.

You think this town wouldn't die.
That's how dumb you are!

You're fired!

This town died years ago!

We've received more mail
on Corinne Burns...

than on any sequence we have shown
in the past two years.

Over 8,000 letters in ten days!

Typical was the letter we received
from Sam Latourette,

age 15, of Chicago, IL.

He wrote...

I think that girl is great.

She said what I think
all day long.

Over 7,000 impassioned letters
from teenagers,

all saying the same thing.

We could not ignore that response.

We went back to Charlestown, PA
and Corinne Burns.

Who is that?

My mom.

Beautiful.

How old was your mom?

- When she died?
- Yes.

Thirty-eight.

And she died of lung cancer?

- That's what they call it.
- What do you call it?

Breathing.

When did she die?

Six months ago.

Your mother died of lung cancer
and you smoke?

Each cigarette cuts a day
away from your life.

Your father was never around?

Your father is dead... BEEP

He was in the army... BEEP

It means you get more money... BEEP

Have a good day.

What goals did your mother
have in life?

I don't know.
I wouldn't call her and ask.

Here you are...

You're just sitting around at home
wasting time.

I wouldn't call it a waste of time.

What about love?

I'm too far gone for love.

As long as you're alive...

We can sit here and waste time
philosophizing about love,

and make it sound terrific.

But what it boils down to
is we're just a bunch of horny dogs.

Do you think your views may change
as you grow older?

Grow older?

What happened to the furniture?

I sold it.

You didn't pay your rent?

No, I paid the rent.

The lease is up...
my mother's lease.

I like you and your sister.
I think you're nice kids.

But I say to myself...

If they catch you talking to yourself,
they'll fire you for sure.

Seriously, you're in desperate straits.
What is going to happen to you?

You're still in your teens.

You're beautiful, smart,
street smart.

You're unemployed, broke,
and cynical.

You don't even have a
high school diploma.

Now Corinne Burns,
what are you going to do?

My name isn't Corinne Burns.

What is it?

Third Degree Burns.

I'm the lead singer
and manager of The Stains.

On lead guitar... Dee Pleated.

On bass... Dizzy Heights.

Ta-dah!

Tracy, will you come on!

If I don't make this call
someone else will get the job.

What else is new, lucky?

My name is Corinne Burns.

I'm replying to your...
mother's helper's ad.

Nobody is gonna hire you.

My name is Corinne Burns.

In case you haven't heard,
you're the laughing stock of this town.

Can I get a lift to town?

See you at rehearsal.

He was in the class
ahead of you and Carolyn.

- She used to go out with him.
- Did she?

Yeah.

She thought he was a real doll.

- But guess what?
- What?

He still is.

It was really weird because..

when I saw him, he didn't know anything
about Marilyn dying or anything.

What?

Oh, it's the TV star!

Helen, can I use your phone?

Doesn't the TV star have
her own phone?

No, they turned it off.

Well what about your secretary?

Tonight you're mine

completely

You give your love...

I can't hear!

Maybe if you got a job it would
improve your hearing.

Hi, this is Corinne Burns.

I'm replying to your ad
in the paper.

Sarah, get off the phone.
I'm expecting a call.

But will you love me tomorrow?

Jessica, don't you have
something to do?

You know...
your homework for once.

Or you could take Jason
for a walk.

Or how about cleaning your room?

- What do you think?
- So it's multiple choice?

Jessica!

I told you I'm changing
my name to Peg.

Sorry sweetheart, speak up.
I can't hear you.

I hate the name Jessica.

- It's a lovely name.
- It makes me gag!

- Peg is not your name.
- It is now.

- I gave you your name.
- That's why it's lousy.

That's the name you're gonna have.
You understand?

Don't slam...

Thanks anyway.

Overtime, half time,
time and a half.

Oh, boy!

You know, ever since my sister died,
that one has been totally...

Like this, you know?

We weren't like that,
were we, Brenda?

No, we weren't.

No.

We're the no. 1 Rock & Roll
group in the world.

And everything is gonna be different.
It's all gotta change.

The first thing we're gonna do
is build a radio station tomorrow.

We're not gonna play any commercials
and no news.

Just Rock & Roll and the truth.

One, Two, Three, Four...

Who's playing tonight?

I get morning sickness all the time.

It's like, I threw up this morning.

And I keep eating.
I've never eaten like this before.

I have such a sweet tooth now.

I get these cravings for sweets,
and candy, and ice cream.

It's like, I threw up this morning.

But I get morning sickness now.

I eat, and eat.

And I just have to eat all the time.
Ice cream and everything.

Corinne.

Barnett wants you to take this.

Thank you.

Now you're really gonna
have a freak!

Headlining at 9:30...

From England, tonight at the Gold Key,
The Looters!

Hello!

It's lovely to be in your
wonderful country.

- Where the fuck are we?
- Charlestown!

Do you want to be a professional?

Yeah, I wanna see the world for free.

But I don't like the things you see.

Hup, two, three, four,
really ain't my style.

Call up, calling us again.

The Commies are coming,
did I hear you say?

Who knows, who cares?
Maybe I will one day.

Who knows what you're gonna see?

Who knows when your turn will be?

Join the professionals.

Be a professional.

Join the professionals today.

A kick in the head
every day for a year

wouldn't even get me
go in there.

A shot in heart secretly for me.

Do they really have to say
of what goes on with you each day?

Does your country
mean that much to you?

Who knows what you're gonna see?

Who knows when your turn will be?

Join the professionals.

Be a professional.

Join the professionals today.

Join the professionals.

Be a professional.

You're gonna be one anyway.

Who knows what you're gonna see?

Join the professionals.

Be a professional.

You're gonna be one anyway.

All right... Let's boogie!

Anybody out there got a roadmap?

You know what's coming, don't you?

I haven't done this song
for a couple of years because...

I didn't want to rest on my laurels...
About 5 million of them!

This song was no. 1
for seven weeks in a row.

You keep asking for it.

And we're up here to
make you happy.

- So what are we gonna do?
- Roadmap Of My Tears!

Roadmap Of My Tears!

You bunch of old farts!

You ain't worth two bob!

I'm driving around

this mean old town.

You're a bunch of old men!

I follow you everywhere
that you go.

I watched you
when you couldn't see me.

There's nothing that you know
that I don't know.

But the knowledge you impart
doesn't free me.

Hello.

Robell... phone!

Robell here.

Robell.

Dave Robell.

Yeah?

Hello? Rob Bell?

Who is this... Billy?

- Where the fuck are we?
- Great to hear your voice.

- Where are you now?
- That's what I asked you, you prick!

Whoa, man!

You said this tour was gonna be great.
I took your word for it.

We come all this way and we're a
back-up group to a bunch of old farts!

One more detour
and I'll start crying.

It's a roadmap of my tears.

It's a roadmap of my tears.

It's a roadmap of my tears.

It's a roadmap of my tears.

Thank you very much!

Springfield Jill, long blond hair,
Duke's tour '69.

- Hey, fox!
- Hi.

- How you doing, Jill?
- I'm okay.

Listen, Lawnboy!
Either you get rid of them...

and get us a new support act,
or we get rid of you. You got it?

Can I talk to you for a minute?

My sister and I have this group,

and we were wondering
if we could audition for you.

How did you get your first break?

The reason I'm asking is...

Let's get out of this gaff.

Hey, I've got it! The Stains, right?
What's happening with your group?

He saw us on TV
and thought we were great.

- He's a famous Rock & Roll promoter.
- Mick Jagger?

Prince Charles wants to meet me.

He's been looking for
an opening act.

He's listened to 100's of groups.

Wait... my hand!

I don't know why we're taking
these old clothes with us anyway.

- So where do we go?
- It's a tour of the whole country.

We're going to California.
We get a percentage of the profits.

- That's good.
- He's got a slot for us.

In case you haven't heard,
we've only had 3 rehearsals.

Yeah, but they were long ones.

Okay sister, let's move it along.
I don't have all day.

You gotta be kidding me.
No fucking way!

What's the difference?
It's a way out of this dump.

Oh yeah, this guy is
a famous promoter. Sure!

See you later, darling.

- What's she doing here?
- Turn that radio off!

We've been sleeping on
this bus all night.

You okay, Jerry?

Morning Corpses... Morning ladies.

Springfield was really happening, man.
She was good. She was real good.

Every bit as good as she ever was.
It was nectar, man, nectar!

That kid though, man.
That kid was driving me crazy.

All night, man.

His nose never stopped running, man.
But Jill was worth it, man.

Complimentary costumes, ladies.

Hey man, what are these chicks
doing on the bus, man?

Overnight, I get the peaceful solution.
Now, we have one of each.

Let's just get the fuck out
of here, Lawnboy.

Lawnboy? He's a gardener!

Are you okay, man?
You need a little pick-me-up?

Hey, man?

Looking good, man.

I'm moving, moving, moving.

I'm searching, searching, searching.

Don't know if I'll find
what I'm looking for.

But tomorrow has got to be
better for sure.

'Cause I've been searching so long
trying to find

A better way of living and I know
it's got to come some time.

That's why I'm moving, moving, moving.

Heading out on the open road.

How neat! I wonder if we get to keep
these when we're finished.

Are you sure these are the same guys
that were in the band last night?

I don't recognize a soul.

Yes.

I'm gonna go to the bathroom
I'll be right back.

So our famous promoter wants
this on his tour, eh?

Shut up! We're going to California
to see your fucking palm trees.

Corinne, there's no
toilet paper in here!

No what?

Use your hand, darling!

- Do you charge for beer, or what?
- Help yourself.

Opener.

- What is it?
- Red Stripe, Jamaican beer.

- I thought it was black.
- You won't know till you drink it.

You know, none of that shit is new.

I wore leathers back in 1964, man,
before anybody was doing it.

I started the whole thing.

I had my little Rockabilly period,
you know, Glitter...

But finally, all it ever
comes down to...

The thing that separates the
men from the boys...

is that if you're not yourself,
you're nobody.

You know what I'm saying?

You take this rookie asshole,
jumps on the stage...

and shouts at the audience.
Where's that at, man?

Do you want to be a professional?

I mean, honey,
there's nothing new.

Listen, you ugly old man!

I hate you, I hate your poxy music,
I hate everything about you!

So brothers and sisters,
is everybody ready to resume?

Shit, Jerry!
Thanks for jumping in, man.

I'm moving, moving, moving.

I'm searching, searching, searching.

So where are we?

- Pennsylvania.
- Pennsylvania?

Great, I thought we were going
to California.

Yeah, we're gonna go to California,
but we got to start somewhere.

I knew this tour was
gonna be useless.

Fucking useless.
You said it was gonna be great.

I said it would be an American tour.
This is an American tour.

- I could still be at home.
- We've seen your home.

- What about yours?
- Shut up!

Is it all gonna be this bad?

Yeah man, we're doing real good.

The single, Princess, is out.
It's doing real good.

The tour is going real good.

It's all real good.
I'm positive about the whole thing.

At least we're gonna go to California.

Shut up about California.
We'll get there, right?

I've had enough of all of it,
and I hate fuckin' Americans.

Is there any coke in this shit, man?

- How much is it?
- $250

$250, are you kidding?
That's ridiculous.

You knew our prices are high.

You want to split a quarter?

- Let's go.
- Ready?

This way first.
This way.

Can we keep these
when we're finished?

- Sure.
- I'm not gonna wear this.

Everybody wants to go to heaven,
but nobody wants to die.

You know our new single, Princess.

It's about that moment you get to
in a relationship when...

you have to resort to a physical
means of expression.

Because you've done it words,
and there's no further you can get.

Sometimes I get so filled up
with emotion...

that I just end up hitting
my old lady.

Some women are into that.

All right, all right!
You saw her on your national TV.

- Where the hell have you been?
- What are you wearing?

Here are the fantastic Stains!

Ready?

This is called, Waste of Time.

You ask me questions

and I say nothing.

They can't play.

Girls can't be Rock & Rollers.
It's the facts of life.

I'm a waste of time.

I'm a waste of time.

Look at your paycheck.

You've worked so hard.
Where's it all going?

To jerks like me
who spend it on nothing.

I'm a waste of time.

I'm a waste of time.
Don't call me.

I'm a waste of time.
Don't ask me.

I'm a waste of time.
Don't touch me.

I'm a waste of...

I told you.

Cute!

I'll tell you what, John.
I like her hair.

You!

Hello!

You don't fool me.
I know all about you.

You came here thinking you'd see
some cute and wonderful Rock star.

You hoped he'd take one look at you
and he'd fall in love with you.

Then your savior could take you
out of this dump of a town.

You could be different from
the other girls.

I bet she's on drugs.

Suckers! Suckers!

Suckers!

Be yourselves!
These guys laugh at you.

They've got big plans for the world
but they don't include us.

So what does that make you?
Just another girl lining up to die.

Shit!

Now who's the sucker?

I'm perfect!

But nobody in this shit hole gets me
'cause I don't put out.

Shit, she's done it again!

I was looking for him, man.

I knew it was time, you know.
I just had a feeling.

I knew it was coming, man.

I could have told you.

Fire send nothing to heaven
though art not to be.

Maybe he had a heart attack.

He's got kids!

Pulling shit like that on stage,
you're supposed to make people like us.

I told the truth.

What's the matter?

Is that guy dead?

I don't want any part of this.
I wanna go home!

You don't have a home.

Let's go.

I'm shocked.

That's all I can come up with.
I'm shocked.

Listen, man,
you gotta get me something.

I can't spend the night alone, man.

Ladies and gentlemen,
due to some technical difficulties...

The Metal Corpses will be unable
to perform tonight.

Oh Jerry, why?

You were so great, man.
You were so great.

You had the magic, man.
Why is it such a waste?

Such a waste of talent.
Why didn't you listen to me?

I told him.

I told him over and over.

Excuse me.

I just wanted to tell you that
I'm really sorry about your friend.

Does this mean you're finished?

Damn son of a bitch,
cock sucking faggot, junkie.

Shit!

Best I've ever seen him.

When I go...

I want to be known as Billy Fay,
the greatest Rock & Roller ever.

I don't want to look like
a big bust.

- It's gonna be okay.
- He's dead.

He probably wanted to die.

I don't have any luck.

We'll think of something.

That's what you always say,
but things always get worse.

You said momma wasn't gonna die.
You promised she'd get better.

We're fucked!

I like your hair.

Yeah, what else do you like?

That's it.

I mean at the moment,
you're just hair, ain't you?

If you work hard...

Maybe in a couple of years time
you might be something different.

At the moment, you're just
two white stripes, ain't you?

Rob Bell?

- We're headlining this tour.
- I knew it, man!

Remember what your Uncle Dave said?
Was I right? You bet your ass!

We need a good support band,
a good Rock & Roll band.

Okay, I'm not gonna stand here chatting,
I'll go to work for you right now, okay?

Keep yourself together.
Ciao, catch you later.

Tonight on People and Places...

Alicia Meeker has a sad story
of a local death.

Alicia.

You Rock & Roll fans will remember
bass guitarist, Jerry Jervey.

A pioneer of acid rock,
Jerry Jervey died alone last night...

at the age of 37 in a filthy ladies room
backstage at the Penthouse Disco...

minutes before he was to go on stage
with his band, The Metal Corpses.

Jerry Jervey was nothing,
if not a survivor.

He had survived 7 drug arrests,
2 convictions, 5 paternity suits,

an involvement in over 15 bands
in his meteoric 20 year career.

Until it was announced that
Jervey had died of cocaine intoxication,

the prime suspect was
this young woman.

- Were you Jerry Jervey's girlfriend?
- Is this for TV?

We have a large audience.
I get a lot of my stuff on network.

- Okay, I admit he loved me.
- Tell me about it.

He sent her flowers
and turquoise jewelry.

It was nice.

Yeah, but I had to face facts.
The guy could never be enough.

- How did you put it to him.
- I said, I don't put out.

In that outfit?

It doesn't make sense to wear
a see-through blouse and no bra...

and say, I don't put out.

That's not what it means.
It means, don't get screwed.

Don't get had.

So even though Jerry Jervey
was a drug addict,

I guess he was still
very sensitive.

He was an old man
in a young girl's world.

What did Jerry Jervey die of?

Actually he died of a broken heart.

So I guess some people
still die of love?

Did you think they'd stop?

What I mean is...

This guy could have had his pick
of any number of these camp followers.

and instead, he falls for this
really weird looking girl.

I think she looks very elegant.

Oh? Well, it takes all kinds.

If you want to see this
extraordinary person for yourself,

her band are performing tonight
at the Bamboo Room.

I'm a waste of time.

I'm a waste of time.
Don't ask me.

I'm a waste of time.
Don't call me.

I'm a waste of time.
Don't touch me.

I'm a waste of time.

Overtime, half time,
time and a half.

Time is money.

Time is flying.

That's what's important to you.

I'm a waste of time.

You look fabulous.

I'll see you
after the show outside.

Were The Stains
and we don't put out.

- Perfect!
- This is a big deal!

We have to get rid of them
fucking stupid birds.

I don't want to know about it.
Don't tell me nothing about it.

Who do we tell about it?

Don't fucking tell me.
Tell our agent!

What's he gonna do?

A lot more than I'll do.
I don't want to know about it.

I've had it up to here.

You've had it up to here?

You're the ones who are always
giving me the mirror.<

- You're the one who brung us over.
- I didn't bring no one nowhere!

I ain't gonna sleep in that bus
with you lot.

- Where are you going?
- Far away from you!

Out of my air holes!

- Go on then. Piss off!
- Bullocks!

Bullocks to you. Tosser!

Watch it, star!
Don't kick this bus here, sir.

This bus is my thing, you know.

You don't know how come I sweat
to get this bus here.

Only Jah Rastafari know.

I just come here to play
Reggae music.

You people don't know.

You want to hear this Reggae music?
This is Reggae music... Hard!

Tough! Lion!

A long time we're planning this thing.
A long time!

Bob MacDonald and the Islanders
gonna mash up this place with the sun.

He's sitting in jail now.
Never done no wrong and all.

Just smoke up a little herbs.

All of the sudden the police just
come in and take him.

Now he's stuck inside jail,

and I don't have enough money
to get him out of jail.

All I want is to finish this tour.

Jah! Jah gonna guide I, truly!

Rastafari!

I think this is my room.

I'm not finished yet.
I'll be done in a minute.

Hey, you got a quarter?

I might.

You've got the biggest radio
I've ever seen!

- How many did you want?
- Just one.

Oh man, this is a dime!

I know where I can find
some quarters.

Hurry back!

Do you think you can get
your friend out of jail?

I'm trying to raise the money
with this tour.

I guess you're not doing so well.

Jah will take care of us
because we have one common goal.

What is it?

Look at it this way.

My path is steep and
the road rocky.

But you think of the rich man,

up on the hill, in a big house,
with all the money him steal.

Saying to himself...

Money in my pocket
and I still can't find love.

I know a lot of poor people
who feel the same way.

And I survive, see?

What does that mean?

It means there's no difference
between me and the next man.

I is he, and he is I.
Like I is you...

and you is me.

- See?
- Yeah.

That's nice.
I wish that was the way things were.

- I have something for you to sign.
- What?

Just a standard contract form.

This is the latest chapter
of Corinne Burns,

an extraordinary young female singer who
attracts hordes of devoted followers.

Why did you drive here
to see this group?

'Cause I saw her on TV.

Obviously you saw her
on my show.

I saw her live!

Exploitation. That's all it is.

Where?

- At The Penthouse, in person.
- What effect did she have on you.

She said things I've wanted to say
and I haven't been able to.

What kind of things?

She gave her honest opinion of
how she felt about people.

- That's why I'm like her now.
- And what are you?

I'm a skunk.

You begin to wonder about your
profession, don't you?

You give a little air time to some nut
on the big night news,

and 24 hours later you've got
a bunch of other nuts...

who are just making her
into a hero.

They see something on the media,
and they've got to do the same thing.

Well, you're on the box every night,
and no one tries to be like you.

Well, I'm talking about the power
that television has to create...

Those girls created themselves.

Well, as far as I see it,
what it really amounts to...

is some girl drop-outs
who are using the media.

I'm not reporting about a band
as much as I am...

a very personal appeal
for young women to resist.

Resist what?

Life as we know it.

Well, as I see it,
all it really amounts to...

If it amounts to more for you,

you can catch The Stains tomorrow
at Westland Plaza at 9pm.

This is Alicia Meeker
and Stu McGrath.

Goodnight.

Ooh, yeah, yeah.

I wanna step outside
but you know that I can't today.

They've got us locked away.

You want a sweet?

You want a sweet?

A sweet?
I'll need more than a sweet.

I've been sleeping on this
fuckin' bus all night.

Hello.

I'd like to talk to you.

Do you mind if I look out
the window while you talk?

I might see somebody I know,
and I wouldn't want to miss them.

Last night I stayed in a hotel,
and I pulled this bird.

The bathroom's empty.
Why don't you finish your story in there?

Anyway, I was laying next to her,

looking up at the ceiling.

From out of the blue from nowhere,

I had this vision...

that you were gonna be
a great success.

You're different.

You are gonna be really good.

I can't explain it.
I just know.

All right everybody,
the sound check is at 3pm.

How about some breakfast?

Now they got us playing
in fuckin' Safeways!

We gotta get the money
to get home, haven't we?

Hey, you don't look too well.

You gotta start eating
something, darling.

Why don't we go over there
and get some room service?

Why should I care?
You're gonna be paying for it.

Listen, I ain't trying to pull you.

If I was trying to pull you,
I'd come straight out with it.

I've been on the road for 3 years.
I've been around.

I can have any bird I want.

Name one.

Are you coming?

You know something?

Some people think
girls can't be Rock & Rollers.

I've never said that in my life.

They just don't go about it
in the right way.

I always thought it was genetic.

It doesn't matter how you look.

You just gotta practice.
You gotta learn to play properly.

If I wanted your advice,
I'd ask for it.

- You just can't be a gimmick.
- I'm not a gimmick!

Because if people think you're a gimmick
they're gonna see right through you.

And they ain't gonna stick around
for very long, are they?

So you've really got to have
something to say.

- What are the words to that one?
- Professionals? It's about the draft.

Yeah, I wanna see the world for free

But I don't like the things you see.

Hup, two, three, four
really ain't my style.

Do they really have to say
of what goes on with you each day?

Does your country
mean that much to you?

Could you write it out for me?

Sure.

I believe in what I write.

I believe in every word.

There's something there,
something really... special.

Corinne?

I've never told anybody this before.

I don't want any more advice.

I can't read.

- What?
- I can't read.

You never learned?

My dad used to make me do homework
just to get better, but I never did.

- He used to call me thick.
- What do you mean, thick?

Dumb.

What are you telling me for?

I just wanted you to have
something on me.

I knew this kid in school
who couldn't read.

He'd just sit there
and not say anything.

And when it came his turn...

It was very embarrassing...

because the teacher would call on him,
and nothing would happen.

The floor was slimy
and the air was thick and hot.

I hid in a booth
and I tried to set up a cot.

I wore fine clothes
and drank mixed drinks.

I watched the Pope
fight Leon Spinks.

Hello.

I slept in an arcade.

I slept in an arcade.

Hey, Billy!

Right! Great!

Billy, don't you remember me?
Dave Robell, your agent.

Yeah, this is Corinne.
This is my agent, David Robell.

I've been tracking you for days.
Look!

Black Randy and The Metro Squad.
It's such a coup my getting him.

This guy is so new.
He's perfect to open for you.

Hold it!

Mother Fucker!

What's going on, Billy?

- Get rid of them!
- Why?

- The Stains play for us.
- What am I gonna tell them?

I'll take care of them.

What am I doing here?

Oy, cut it!

I slept in an arcade!

Cut it!

I slept in an arcade!

Billy, be cool!

Listen to me!

You get your fuckin' bags packed,
and you get out of this gaff!

All right?

Okay, all right.

Billy, will you please be cool?

Remember, you called me.
You asked for a support band.

You told me to get a Rock & Roll band.
That's what I did.

Get out! I want you out of here.
The lot of you, fuck off!

Was it something I said?

It'll be alright.
I just spoke to him.

I told him last week
we needed a new support band.

You were terrible last week,
but now you're fuckin' great.

Don't bother me.

Pig! You liar!

I know I'm a liar,
but I'm telling you the truth.

- It's gonna be alright.
- Don't touch me.

Good afternoon, we're The Stains.

You got it!

What's the problem about
getting old?

Nothing!

What's so wonderful about
getting married?

Nothing.

What don't we do?

We don't put out!

Do you want to be a professional?

I've been betrayed!

Yeah, I wanna see the world for free

but I don't like the things you see.

Hup, two, three, four
really ain't my style.

Call up, calling us again.

The Commies are coming,
did I hear you say?

Who cares? Who knows?
Maybe I will one day.

Who knows what you're gonna see?

Not me! Not me!

Who knows when your turn will be?

Not me! Not me!

Join the professionals.

Be a professional.

Join the professionals today.

She's imitating me now!

- She's doing a better job than you.
- You get out there and do it then.

I don't believe it.

You wanker!
You must have taught her that.

Who knows what you're gonna see?

Who knows when your turn will be?

Join the professionals.

It seems here in nowhere land
it has become clear...

to several thousand young women,
inspired by an unrecorded band...

with see-through blouses
and white stripes in their hair...

that life is to be lived right now,
not tomorrow.

God, look at this!

What is it?
Is that you?

- It's us.
- Is that you on stage?

- Oh my God, we look great!
- Jesus Christ, you look fantastic!

You look even better on screen!

These young women
who call themselves skunks,

are not content to let old age bring in
the specious wisdom of despair,

and in their rebellion they have decided
that female existence...

should not be a rush to the grave
or worse, to the supermarket,

and that none of their beauty should be
wasted or pass unnoticed.

There is one last person
to hear from.

- You're the mother of the bass player.
- Oh my God, it's my mom!

- Peg, right?
- Her name is Jessica McNeil.

You're the aunt of the other two sisters
Corinne and Tracy Burns.

- My sister Marilyn was their mother.
- How old are you?

- I'm 30.
- 34!

How long has it been
since you've seen your daughter?

Um, it's been over a month now.

Has she called you?

No.

She hasn't shared her success with you,
but we've shown you tapes of her band.

Yeah, I've seen those tapes of this...
band, if you can call it that.

You've seen the see-through blouses
and the make up.

And you've heard the message,
Don't put out.

I have, yes.

Has your daughter always been
this much trouble?

Yeah.

No, I mean...

I think that I should
tell the truth here.

I never had any confidence
in her at all.

I'd also like to add,
if I may...

that my mother and father never
thought I'd be anything either.

My dad would always say to me,
Linda, you're nothing!

You know, so I would think, yeah.

I'm kind of ashamed to say that...

I did to my daughter
what my parents did to me.

So when I see her up on stage
and I see that she's having fun...

and I see all these other kids
who really think that she's great,

I just think how proud I am of her
for getting around what I did to her.

Thank you.

Can I just say one more thing?

I do have one regret,
and that is that I wish...

that my sister Marilyn
were still alive...

so that she could see
Corinne and Tracy having fun.

Because when she was sick one day,

And she was a real hell raiser.
She was always the first one out there.

But when she was sick one day,
she says to me...

She says...

I'm not a failure for dying, am I?

And I says, No.

So...

I just wish that she had lived to see
the kids on TV because...

I think she'd be really proud.

Hey Marilyn,
now you're on the tube too.

You're not a flop.

Ta-dah!

Thank you and goodnight.

Sweetheart, you are moving so fast.

You're happening so fast now,
you can't afford to be loyal to this guy.

That wouldn't be fair to yourself
or to your fans.

You can't even hesitate now
because if you do, you'll kill yourself.

All those little girls back there,
they're gonna be out here tomorrow...

looking for your records.

- What records?
- There are no records, right?

There should be.

In a week, 5 days, your next gig.

I'm gonna show you the meaning
of promotion.

I'm gonna make people
aware of you.

And we gotta start by getting you
a good support band.

The Looters are killing you.

And that's just the beginning.

I don't want to hear about it.
Just do it.

First, you gotta get rid of
the lawn guy.

Lawnboy?

I want to headline now.

I want a new support band.

I want that agent to handle us
from now on.

And I want you to give back
that contract.

I'll give you back your contract,
but I want you to remember something.

Come see me and come live with me
is two different things, sister!

All the very best of luck
to you, sister.

Here I am sitting all alone

About a million miles
from my home

Because I met a thin man
who said, trust in me

And I'll take you away
from your poverty.

So me and my friend
who had a song to sing

We want The Stains!

We want The Stains!

iNine dollars!

You paid me already?
Okay.

Get your posters
and Corinne photographs!

You want a poster of Corinne?
Three dollars!

Can I have a poster?

I want a skunk!

The blouses are $9.95,
the hair dye...

There's your press kit,
complete with a poster.

Hold it!
Sorry!

You're not supposed to be in here.
This is our dressing room.

Your dressing room is down the hall,
the one marked "Support band".

Where's your sister, midget?

It says a lot for the security
around here!

Where is she?

- She doesn't want to be disturbed.
- She's doing P.R.

Where?

Over there,
in her dressing room.

Have you seen
what's going on out there?

How did you get in here?

You've got a lot to learn,
you little bitch!

You don't know which way is up.

Why are you still here?

Go back to wherever you came from!

I wish I could.

You are so jealous of me.
I'm everything you wanted to be.

- A cunt.
- Exactly.

I want you to meet the
support band.

Wait till you see them.
They are so cute.

And David Robell is so proud
to present...

Mexican Randy!

Some of the movies,
they didn't even make any sense.

But you sure can have fun
for 25 cents.

I slept in an ar...

Now, Billy.

All right!

Let The Looters start.

They're all here
to see The Stains anyway.

But you better speak up...

because no one can understand
a word you say.

[ We want The Stains! ]

Conned Again.

Can't you see my smiling face

And the way it disappears
without a trace

When it's got all that it needs
from losing you.

And don't you see
when you earn your dough

And realize that it don't
go to show.

There ain't anyone
who wants to know.

Oh, no!
You fell for it once again.

Looks like
it's happening again.

You thought
last time it was the end.

That's what you get
for having too many things.

Don't you wish you could
see right through it?

Not again!

You've been conned again.

Oh, not again!

Not again!

You've been conned again.

Oh, not again!

When you go out on the town

And have a look at what's goin' around

Does it make you want to laugh or cry?

The bright light shines
that show good times

When you try,
what do you find?

It takes another fix eventually.

Oh, no!
You fell for it once again.

Looks like
it's happening again.

You thought
last time was the end.

That's what you get
for having too many things.

Don't you wish you could
see right through it?

Not again!

You've been conned again.

Oh, not again!

Not again!

You've been conned again.

Oh, not again!

What's your name?

Just call me a skunk.

Skunk?

Okay, skunk.

- You say you don't put out, right?
- We don't put out!

But that's all you ever do,
is put out.

You've been ripped off.

You've all been ripped off.

Fuck off!

Tell me something, skunk.

How much did you pay for
that outfit you got?

How much did you pay?

She don't wanna say.
I tell you why.

Because you've all been conned.
You've all been taken on.

You're buying hair dye
and clothes.

What's it take to dye your hair?

You've been had!

You've been screwed
by your hero.

Where did you think all the money goes?
Well I'll tell you.

It goes in her pocket.

You haven't got a clue.

And I need my own bass.
I need it by our next gig.

You're adverts.

You're a commercial.

I feel very sorry for you people.

Good luck to you.

Ladies and gentlemen,
we thank you all for coming tonight.

And now David Robell productions
is proud to present...

Jessica, Tracy, Corinne...

Ladies and gentlemen,
the fabulous Stains!

I'm so glad you could come
tonight and support us.

I didn't realize how big we were
until I saw us on TV.

And I...

You hypocrite!
You're nothing but a big fat rip off!

Take that!

It's all shit.
It's all bullshit!

Bullshit! Bullshit!

Yeah, I wanna see the world for free

But I don't like the things you see.

Hup, two, three, four
really ain't my style.

Who knows what you're gonna see?

Not me! Not me!

Who knows when your turn will be?

Not me! Not me!

You phony!

Let go of me!

You're the skunk!
You skanky bitch!

Corinne, I'm sorry

Sorry, I had to take care of business...
The tail end of the concert.

You're not gonna believe them...
Two little girls, cousins.

A duet. They're called The Smears.

- They're darling!
- Where's my money?

Until they get on stage,
and then watch out!

They are killers.

I want my money.

Hang on, Charlie.

Honey, I mean,
that was a fiasco out there.

I want my cut!

Who's talking cut
when we ain't got any pie?

I want the money from the pamphlets,
the blouses, and all that crap.

I don't want to be cruel,

but you were just a concept,
and you've blown the concept.

Charlie, they're gonna be so big.

I can take them
on the road right now,

but I want to hold off
until the single hits.

That's why they're gonna be
such a bargain for you right now.

Give me my money!

Lawnboy.

This is for your friend.

Alicia Meeker will not moderate
this interview as originally scheduled.

Alicia is now assigned to our national
bureau in Washington.

We all wish her the best of luck.

Our topic tonight is manipulation.
Fads from the inside out.

Well Corinne, I guess you've caught
the winking eye of the media.

There was this great crescendo
and then... Boom!

In effect, one might say
you're a has-been.

We're going to show what happened
at your concert last night.

I came a long way...

I'm going in there now!

You're the skunk!

If we had made any money...

Well whatever it was you were selling,
lies, truth, I don't know,

but your fans certainly seemed
to resent it.

Well, let's get back to our point.

Don't put out

Now, you've just proved
it never meant anything to you.

But it made young girls...

- Watch it, old man!
- Old fart!

...leave their homes, their jobs,
put them out on the streets

in risqu� outfits
at the mercy of rapists.

Old farts like you!

Yes, I've been expecting that too.
Come on, what else? Let's hear it.

Every citizen should be given
an electric guitar on her 16th birthday.

Well I would love to chat more, but
unfortunately our time is up.

Corinne.

Corinne.

I'm sorry.

I was wrong,
I've been a right bastard, a liar.

Why don't you come with me?

You're finished here.
There's nothing left.

Is that what I'm supposed to do now?
Go be your groupie?

Tune your guitar for you?
Be your old lady?

I don't play guitar.

Hold it!

Why don't you come with me?

No way!

Come on, wanker!

Come on!

I still like your hair.

You tosser, come on!

The fuckin' time you take!

Perfect!

Denny Dragon here at the
AM PM Mini Market.

That was "A Waste of Time"
the biggest hit in the area.

And now the song
you've been asking for...

The Fabulous Stains
doing "The Professionals.

I was once like you, a nothing,
but I didn't give up.

And you shouldn't either.
You made me what I am.

Upcoming on Music & Video Network,
The Fabulous Stains.

Ladies and Gentlemen,
The Fabulous Stains!

Call up, calling us again.

The Commies are coming,
did I hear you say?

Who cares, who knows?
Maybe I will one day.

Who knows what you're gonna see?

Not me! Not me! Not me!

Who knows when your turn will be?

Not me!

Not me!

Join the professionals.

Be a professional.

Join the professionals today.

A kick in the head
every day for a year

wouldn't even make me
go in there.

A shot in heart secretly for me.

Do they really have to say
of what goes on with you each day?

Does your country
mean that much to you?

Who knows what you're gonna see?

Not me! Not me! Not me!

Who knows when your turn will be?

Not me!

Not me!

Join the professionals.

Be a professional.

Join the professionals today.

Join the professionals.

Be a professional.

You're gonna be one anyway.

Well, you see l...
Suddenly I had a heart attack.

Yes.

- You know.
- Lf I don't, I'll find out.

That's the bathroom.

What do you suppose I thought it was?
The Bank of England?

- W... Where you going now?
- You'll find out.

- Goodbye, fatty.
- Conspiracy. Conspiracy.

Well, only a few weeks more
and the $ 10 million is yours.

Providing you don't make me
change my mind.

Thank you, Ezra. Thank you very much.

You don't know
how generous you are, Ezra.

Now how about a bite of lunch?

Well, I do feel a bit peckish.

Oh, I know a real nice place
where we can get a healthful meal.

- Well, let's go there.
- Oh, yes.

Just a minute. Just a minute.

I found the first object for our
foundation to crush.

James Higgens is rehearsing a play on
Broadway entitled Sweet and Hot.

Just read that disgraceful item,
Horace. Read that.

Sweet and Hot, Jimmy Higgens'
torrid musical comedy...

...springs from the fountain of youth.

Author, songwriters and actors
are all youngsters.

- Go on, go on.
- Jimmy's backer is said to be...

...none other than a big businessman...

...who is very much interested
in the career of Mabel Anderson.

Well, it was horrible enough for Jimmy
to write such a terrible play...

...but any man who would
finance such an outrage...

...should be tarred and feathered.

The Ounce Foundation
shall run him out of town.

I myself shall give him
a scathing rebuke.

We'll attend the opening
of this production.

- And denounce it to the world.
- Will you excuse me?

A conference with a lot of big, sausage
casing men from Australia. See you tonight.

Not a word about our attitude
toward Sweet and Hot.

We must swoop down on them.

Oh, yes, Ezra, swoop down on them
like an eagle from the sky.

- Well, goodbye, Ezra.
- Goodbye, Horace.

- Goodbye, Mathilda.
- Goodbye, Horace.

You know Horace's heart and soul
is with the Ounce Foundation.

I know.

Say, that kid can dance.

Say, you'll do, kid. Go up
and get measured for costumes.

Oh, gee, thanks.

All right, girls, take it easy.

Say, that kid's got plenty of stuff.
Who is she?

I don't know. What name she give?

Joan Grey. Never heard of her.
She'll do till a better one comes along.

Okay.

All right, kids. Come on, places now.
Let's get set. Let's get started.

All right, Buttercup, hit it.

Hiya, pop.

Go away, go away.

Burn my clothes, if it isn't Romeo,
our financial backer.

I wonder what's on his mind. Come on.

- Well, well, Uncle Horace.
- Hello, Hemie.

James, a word with you.

- See here, young man...
- Congratulations, Horace, congratulations.

- On what?
- Defying Uncle Ezra and seeing our show.

I'm not defying Ezra.
And this show has got to stop right now.

Got to stop? Fat chance,
Uncle Horace, fat chance.

You young scoundrel. It's my money.

It was your money.
You're a credit to this country.

- You put a lot of people to work.
- Not this kind of work.

- Lf this gets out, I'm ruined.
- You'll take bows when the show opens.

This show is not going to open.

Stop it. Everybody, stop it.
This show is off, understand?

- You're all dismissed.
- Girls, girls. Don't pay any attention to him.

This show must not go on.

He's only our backer and we've already
got the money. Feed him to the lions.

Help. Help.
Let me go, let me go, let me go.

Back to rehearsal. Let's go, everybody.
Come on. Snap into it.

I'll call the police.
I'll have you arrested for assault.

Go ahead, Uncle Horace.
We'd be glad to get the publicity.

- Publicity?
- Sure. Horace P. Hemingway...

...big sausage man in town...

...gives chorus girl $25,000
to put on show...

...puts a lot of people out of work...
- No, no, no.

Please don't do anything like that.

Go ahead and rehearse.

But promise me that Ezra
won't find out about me.

Now, don't you worry, because...

All right, girls. Come on, come on. Get
into it. Hit the deck. Let's see it.

- Barbara.
- Hit it, Buttercup.

- Barbara.
- My name is Joan Grey.

You go put on some clothes.

- I have them on.
- Why, that's disgraceful.

Barbara's just a visitor.
She's not in the show.

Oh, is that so?

You asked me to come to rehearsal,
and your dance director hired me.

I got in the show,
and I'm going to stay in.

Now, now, now, honey,
maybe your father's right.

You don't want me around, is that it?

Afraid I'll cramp your style
with your darling Mabel?

I've heard enough of this.
You get some clothes on.

I don't care what either of you say.

I'm free, white and 21.

I love to dance and I'm going to dance.

And if you fire me from this show,
I'll get a job in another one.

Wait till Ezra and Mathilda hear
about this. I'm ruined. Sunk. Lost.

Listen, you don't really
think we'd let Barbara...

...appear in a professional show?

Why, she can't. She's an amateur.

Helen Wills is an amateur in tennis.

- She can't play pro tennis, can she?
- I don't know, can she?

Why, of course she can't.
Now, don't you worry.

I can handle Barbara.
Besides, the show's a bit long...

...and we're gonna cut out
all the numbers that Barbara's in.

If Ezra ever finds out
anything about anything...

...he'll cut me off
like a ripe banana. He said so.

How's he ever gonna hear of it?

He always has his ear
to the ground.

Lot of newspapermen to see you
about the show, Mr. Higgens.

- This is the end.
- Now you go hide someplace...

...I'll take care of everything.

- Hi, Jimmy.
- Hello, Jimmy.

- Hi, boys.
- Who's this secret backer of yours?

Can't tell you just now, boys.

I get it. The more mysterious,
the more publicity.

You've got the right idea.

This is the one. Put it in the alley.

Here they come. Finally.

- Have you seen Barbara yet?
- Hasn't she shown up?

- Hasn't she even called?
- Not a peep.

I told you about amateurs.

She probably forgot it's the opening
and made another date.

- You know the opening number?
- Backwards.

Put on Barbara's costume.
If I drop dead from all this, play my part.

Come on, Mabel, we're late.

Hurry up, will you, Mabel?
Go ahead, hurry.

Hold that curtain. We can't start.
The leading lady hasn't shown up.

Okay, boss.

My, I'm so glad Barbara
didn't tease to go.

I'd never permit it.
She's much too young.

- Yes, yes, indeedy.
- Yes.

Bulger? Are your loins
girded for the battle?

The loins is ready to roar.

Are these gentlemen
capable and fearless?

Sure, they's the cream of the crop.

They understand my signal for action?

Sure, when you takes out
your handkerchief and waves it...

...they gives it the works.

- Right.
- Right.

Mathilda, Horace, forward.

Ezra, don't you think
you're going a trifle too far?

No, evil must be met with force.
Ezra Ounce is merciless when aroused.

Overture.

Come on, everybody, places, will you?

On stage. Everybody. Come on.

Curtain.

Ezra, have you discovered who is
backing this nefarious enterprise?

We find out tonight. Tonight is my night.

- W... Will you excuse me a minute?
- Gladly.

Now, hurry back, Horace.

I'll be right back. Yes.

Not yet, Ezra, the handkerchief.

You can't stop the show
before it's started.

Just a little excited, that's all.

- Ezra.
- Thank you.

Hey, I gotta talk to you.

You certainly picked a swell time.
Places, everybody.

- I mean it. This is serious.
- You're serious and I'm going daffy.

- Tell Mabel to step on it, will you.
- Mabel, step on it.

- This is the point.
- What is? Mabel?

No, this. Ezra's gonna give me
$ 10 million tomorrow.

I'll give you a million dollars
if you don't open.

My first show on Broadway.
Is Mabel ready?

- Mabel, hurry up.
- I've worked, hoped, dreamed for this night.

I've aged five years
and lost 12 pounds at rehearsal.

I'm about to pull the curtain
on the most important thing...

...in my life and you come blubbering
for me to stop.

- Scram, will you?
- I'll give you two million.

I'll give you two seconds
to get out. Clear the stage.

Hurry on, girls. Plenty of pep now.
Give me a big smile out there.

On stage. Come on, hurry.

Come on,
get out of here, will you?

- Jimmy, I'm late.
- I'll say. Too late.

- Barbara, what are you doing here?
- I'm in this show.

You told me amateurs
couldn't play tennis.

- Who's asking her to play tennis?
- Lf you step out on that stage...

...you're no longer my daughter.
- We'll argue that later.

- I'm ready.
- She has on my costume. Take it off.

Sorry, I take orders from Jimmy.
Hello, Horace.

Jimmy, I couldn't sneak out
until after 8...

...and my taxi got caught in a traffic jam.
- Well, you didn't show. Mabel did.

- Lf you let her step on that stage, I'II...
- Get out of here, leave us alone...

...or I'll tell them
you're backing the show.

No, no, don't do that. I'll go.

Come on, get out.
All right, everybody, on stage. Come on.

I wonder what happened to Horace.

I hope the excitement
isn't too much for him.

He's so enthusiastic.

Oh, my.

Thank you.

Bulger, this elixir tastes a little strange.

That's the new triple-strength kind.

A case just came down
from Buffalo this afternoon.

Oh, I'm so sorry you don't like it, Ezra.

Who said I didn't like it?

Kill your house lights.
Get ready for the curtain.

Horace, where have you been?

There's nothing so dreadful about that.
Think so, Ezra?

Well, they're saving the worst
for later. Wait and see.

No nudity at all. I'm disappointed.

Agreeably, of course.

Barbara.

A fine fishel of kettle...

Kettle of fish. Your daughter.
Treachery in our own ranks.

Oh, Horace, the pity of it. Our daughter.
Our flesh and blood. A painted actress.

Quick, Bulger, a bottle of that elixir.
Excitement has unnerved her.

I don't feel so well myself.
Give me a bottle of...

I'll take one if you don't mind.

How can you control $ 10 million?
You can't even control your own daughter.

Oh, Ezra, are you gonna
cut me off like a ripe banana?

A ripe banana.

I'm just a victim of fate.

'Cause I only have eyes

For you

- One seat, please.
- How many?

- One.
- There you are.

Got a couple in the balcony?

Well, you got the last two, mister.
And am I glad.

And I only have eyes for you

Are the stars out tonight?

I don't know if it's cloudy or bright

'Cause I only have eyes for you, dear

The moon may be high

But I can't see a thing in the sky

'Cause I only have eyes for you

I don't know if we're in a garden

Or on a crowded avenue

You are here, so am I

Maybe millions of people go by

But they all disappear from view

And I only have eyes

For you

Are the stars out tonight?

- He doesn't know if it's cloudy or bright.
- That's right.

'Cause I only have eyes for you, dear

The moon may be high.

- But he can't see a thing in the sky.
- Why?

'Cause I only have eyes for you

Now you don't know
if you're in a garden, do you?

Come on, answer me.

Or on a crowed avenue.

Be truthful. Never mind.

You're here, so am I.

Maybe millions of people go by.

- Yes, but they all disappear.
- Where?

From view

And I only have eyes for you

My love must be a kind of blind love

I can't see anyone but you

And, dear, I wonder if you find love

An optical illusion too?

Are the stars out tonight?

I don't know if it's cloudy or bright

'Cause I only have eyes for you, dear

The moon may be high

But I can't see a thing in the sky

'Cause I only have eyes for you

Yes, I only have eyes

For you

And I only have eyes for you.

Are the stars out tonight?

I don't know if it's cloudy or bright

'Cause I only have eyes for you, dear

The moon may be high

But I can't see a thing in the sky

'Cause I only have eyes for you

I don't know if we're in a garden

Or on a crowded avenue

You are here, so am I

Maybe millions of people go by

But they all disappear from view

And I only have eyes

For you

Very beautiful.

Very, very beautiful.

Oh, very, very, very beautiful.

Ezzy, you wouldn't cut off poor old
Horace like a ripe banana, would you?

No, Horacey, not like a ripe banana.
Like a ripe avocado.

Boys. Quiet.

- How we doing?
- We're doing all right.

- The customers love you.
- Do you like me?

- Do I what?
- Am I forgiven for being late?

Ask me if I like you again.

Do you like me, Jimmy?

Now ask me if I love you.

Well, do you love me?

- Ask me after the show.
- You think I won't?

I tell you, gentlemen. If I'm going to
put any money into this show...

...I want to be sure that we get
the best music possible.

You're absolutely right.
Great songs draw people into the theater.

The story's what's important. I don't put
in a cent until we get the best playwright...

Listen, nobody cares about the story.
People want songs.

Right, V.C. We've got
to get good snappy music.

You've got to have a great leading man.

You said it.

- Mr. McDonald of the Commercial Trust.
- Can't see him.

I tell you it's the story
that makes the show.

- No, sir, it's the cast.
- It's the publicity.

The music.

Gentlemen, please, please.
Just think for a moment.

Who writes the words and music

For all the girlie shows?

No one cares
And no one knows

Who is the handsome hero

Some villain always frames?

But who cares if there's a plot or not

When they've got a lot of dames?

What do you go for?

Go see a show for?
Tell the truth

You go to see those beautiful dames
Yes, sir

You spend your dough for
Bouquets that grow for

All those cute and cunning
Young and beautiful dames

Oh, dames
Are temporary flames

To you, dames

You don't recall their names
Do you?

But their caresses
And home addresses

Linger in your memory
Of those beautiful dames

- Yes?
- Mr. Earl Farroll to see you.

- Can't see him.
- Also Mr. George Hershwin.

Tell him, Tomorrow. Now, gentlemen...

- Well?
- Miss Dolly Devoe to see you.

Show her right in.

- Miss Devoe?
- Yes.

- Come right in.
- Thank you. Kind of you to see me.

Oh, not at all. Yes?

- Miss Dubin, Miss Warren, Miss Kelly, Miss...
- Send them all in.

Come right in, girls.

Leave your addresses

My big successes
All depend a lot upon

You beautiful dames

As I was telling all those gentlemen
A while ago

That what do we go for

Go see a show for
Tell the truth

We go to see you beautiful dames

We spend our dough for
Bouquets that grow for

All you cute and cunning
Young and beautiful dames

Oh, dames are necessary
To show business

Dames, without you there would be
No business

Your knees in action
That's the attraction

And what good's a show
Without you beautiful dames?

Rehearsal tomorrow, 11:00

Be there promptly by then

Better set your alarm clocks for 9

At least no later than 10

Hooray for the Ounce Foundation
For the Elevation of Celebration. Hooray.

The O.P. For the E. Of the A.F.M.

Boys. Be quiet.
Those people are all staring at you.

Well, they couldn't be staring
at a better couple of men.

- He's getting ready.
- It won't be long now.

That creature's trying to lure you boys.

Impossible. I never even
saw her before in my whole life.

She's a very nice, friendly young lady.

Stop this show.

Keep going. Keep going, girls.

What's the matter? Girls, girls.

Oh, Ezra, you started it, now stop it.

I knew I should've stayed at home.

Quiet. Quiet.

Oh, Horace, get away from
those shameless women.

Oh, Mathilda, go away
and leave me alone. I'm in jail.

Silence.

Mr. Ounce, I've arranged to
get you out of this terrible jail.

Yes, but I don't wanna
get out of jail. I like it.

I never had a better time in my life.

But, Ezra, think
of the Ounce Foundation.

You know what I think
of the Ounce Foundation?

Phooey.

We'll get a million dollars' worth of publicity
out of this. The show will run a year.

Maybe we owe Uncle Ezra
a vote of thanks.

I'll offer him a job
as company press agent.

Say, by the way, I was going
to ask you something after the show.

Is it all right now?

You couldn't pick a better time
or a better place.