Original subtitles

(PEOPLE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

CC: (SINGING) Oh, the sun beats down

And burns the tar up on the roof

And your shoes get so hot

You wish your tired feet were fireproof

Under the boardwalk

Down by the sea

On a bIanket with my baby

ls where l'll be

From the park you hear

Happy sounds from the carrousel

You can almost taste the hot dogs

And french fries they sell

Under the boardwalk

Down by the sea

BACKUP SINGERS: Yeah

-On a bIanket with my baby -On a bIanket with my baby

ls where l'll be

Under the boardwalk

Out of the sun

Under the boardwalk

We'll be having some fun

Under the boardwalk Walk

People walking above

Under the boardwalk

We'll be falling in love

-Under the boardwalk -Under the boardwalk

-Boardwalk -(HOOTS)

-STAGE MANAGER: Sound okay, CC? -All right.

-MUSICIAN: How was that tempo? -Pretty good.

You sound pretty good. Thank you.

Now, if the strings and horns would only come here, right?

PIANIST: I know. It's like the Claude Rains Orchestra.

-(LAUGHING) -Message for you, CC.

I gotta talk to that contractor.

Diana. Diana, get my bag.

CC. CC?

-What about rehearsal, CC? -Diana, get me my bag and my coat.

-DIANA: CC, what's wrong? -Brett.

-Brett, I've got to go to the airport. -Yes, ma'am. Right away.

Now.

(HORN HONKING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

BRETT: Are you sure you don't want me to take you up to the gate?

CC: No, no, I'm fine.

Just tell Diana I'll call her when I get there.

We tried everything to get you a flight out tonight, Miss Bloom.

But there are no planes landing in San Francisco.

There's a fog.

What do you mean, no flights landing in San Francisco?

-Is this the modern world or what? -Even in the modern world,

planes don't land in San Francisco when it's foggy.

Linda, why don't you check about the status of the fog lifting?

-I checked five minutes ago. -Fogs lift. Please check again.

I think it would be nice.

Miss Bloom would like for us to make that call.

They said they would call me when the fog lifted.

-(SIGHS) -You call them. Get...

The car's right over here. The keys are in it.

Here's your map and your contract.

I checked the wipers. They're all right.

It's raining all the way up I-5, so be careful.

Okay. Thanks.

I'm a big fan, CC.

(STARTS ENGINE)

(THUNDERCLAP)

Oh, when the sun beats down

And burns the tar up on the roof

(CHILDREN LAUGHING)

And your shoes get so hot

You wish your tired feet were fireproof

WOMAN: Best hot dogs in Atlantic City.

Under the boardwalk

Down by the sea

On a blanket with my baby

-That's where l'll be -(SIGHS)

(CRYING)

CC: Don't tell me. You're lost.

I must see a hundred cases like you every day.

-You want a drag? -A drag?

You know, a drag on my cigarette. It'll calm your nerves.

I just want to get back to our hotel.

But I can't remember the name.

-Big or small? -Big.

-Ritzy or cheap? -I guess it's ritzy.

Does it have a fountain in front, a pool inside,

and a bunch of fruits in monkey suits playing violins in the lobby?

Yes!

Bet your ass it's ritzy. It's the Marlboro Blenheim.

That's it! Do you know where it is?

Yeah, I'll walk you back if you want.

-Oh, yes. Please. -Just let me put on my shoes.

Where the hell are they?

What's your name?

What's my name?

I am none other than the fantastic, world-famous child wonder

CC Bloom!

Ta-da! (CHUCKLING)

Hi, I'm Hillary Whitney.

Don't you recognize me?

No.

I do a couple of routines in the Sammy Pinkers Kiddie Show.

-The what? -Holy mackerel, kid.

What planet do you live on?

The Sammy Pinkers Show just happens to be

the most popular show in Atlantic City.

And I'm the most popular act in it

along with Iris Myandowski, the hand-walking queer.

Do you want a puff?

LEONA: (YELLING) CC, where are you?

CC!

Don't blow a gasket, Leona. I'm down here.

When I didn't find you in your dressing room,

you know what I thought?

I thought you were dead!

You watch too many movies, Leona.

Come on. We gotta get back to the theater right now.

There's a Hollywood talent scout wants to see your act.

-Is this your idea of a sick joke? -No, honey.

He caught the midnight show last night. He was crazy about you.

And he's looking for a kid to star in his new movie. Let's go!

CC: Don't sit there. Come on. This is my break into the big time.

How many times do I have to tell you?

Don't wear that costume on the beach. I am not made of money, you know.

Get off my back, Leona!

Oh, my God, I'm dying from heat prostration. I can't breathe.

What are you, a camel or something? Skedaddle! I gotta have a sip!

-Who is that woman? -What woman?

That's no woman, that's my mother.

-Let's go, Leona! -I'm coming.

I am schvitzing from here to high heaven.

-CC: Come on! -I'm coming!

I've got splinters in my toes.

Oy, God, I hate Atlantic City!

MAN 1 : What's this one's name? MAN 2: CC Bloom.

-CC Boom, it sounds like a stripper. -Not CC Boom. Bloom. Bloom.

Hit it, toots.

(SINGING) You got to give a little

Take a little

And let your poor heart break a little

That's the story of

That's the glory of love

Oh, yeah

You got to laugh a little Cry a little

Until the clouds roll by a little

That's the story of

That's the glory of love

As long as there's the two of us

We've got the world and all its charms

(MOUTHING LYRICS)

And when the world is through with us

We've got each other's arms

You've got to win a little

Lose a little

And always have the blues a little

That's the story of

That's the glory of love

My mama told me

That's the glory of love

Oh, great. Really.

(CHUCKLING) CC.

CC, come here and meet Mr. Melman.

-Hi, Mr. Melman. -Hi, CC.

Mr. Melman came all the way from Hollywood...

(CART ROLLING)

Iris Myandowski's auditioning, too?

Hey, CC, it wouldn't be fair not to let...

-I thought it was just me, Leona! -It was, sweetie.

But Mrs. Myandowski wants her little girl to have...

She found out from you, didn't she?

You were bragging again. Weren't you, Leona!

I'm so proud of you, sweetheart.

Iris is ready, Mr. Melman.

(PIANO PLAYING)

-What a beautiful child. -I told you.

Who cares what she looks like?

All she knows how to do is walk on her hands.

It's your fault!

-Please don't say that. -It's your fault they picked her!

-I can't breathe. -It should have been me!

You keep bragging about me! You gotta stop!

-Everybody's gonna hear. -You're ruining my career!

-Honey, look, I'm gonna have an attack. -I hate Iris Myandowski!

-I'm having palpitations. -You're always sorry!

Just leave me alone! Leave me alone!

Please, will you stop it, honey? (CRYING) Look, I'm all flushed.

What are you doing to me? Calm down, honey. Please.

-CC: She got the job. I didn't. -I didn't mean to brag.

Iris Myandowski's a hand-walking queer.

Please, CC.

Please, stop it. Honey, please.

-I hate my life. -Now, come on.

Get out of there. Where are you?

Come on, CC.

What do you say we just pack it in and we go back to the Bronx, huh?

You could hang out at the pool with the other kids.

You could see your daddy.

And then, maybe your daddy will take you to Mr. Cohen's candy store.

You'll have a nice malted and those chocolate-covered cherries you like.

Wouldn't that be a nice idea, honey?

Don't you want to go home, baby?

Come on, give me a smile, honey, huh?

Okay, Leona. Let's go home.

(LEONA SIGHS)

Okay. I'll be right back.

Yoo-hoo, Mr. Pinkers!

The Blooms are quitting. Find another kid to work for bubkes.

Personally,

I think walking on your hands is kind of creepy.

Yeah?

And you're the best singer I ever saw.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah.

(LAUGHING) You ready?

(SHUTTER CLICKING)

(SHUTTER CONTINUES CLICKING)

(GIGGLING)

(BELL DINGS)

CC: How'd my hair come out?

This is your half, and my address is on the back.

It doesn't say San Francisco.

That's because I don't live exactly in San Francisco.

I live just outside, in Atherton.

I live exactly in the Bronx, but I'm leaving when I'm a big star.

-Thanks, mister. -Anytime.

HILLARY: I'd like to buy you a soda for walking me back.

-CC: Sure. Bread and butter. -(HILLARY LAUGHS)

(SOFT INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

What are we doing here?

HILLARY: We're getting ice cream sodas. Come on.

CC: There were sodas on the boardwalk.

HILLARY: You'll love the sodas here.

-But people are looking at me. -So what?

What do you mean, so what?

So, they'll probably kick me out of a place like this.

-They can't. -Just a minute, you two.

-You can't sit here. -Oh, I told you.

Yes, we can. My name's Hillary Whitney,

and I'm staying here with my father and I want a chocolate soda.

Want do you want, CC?

Whatever she's having.

Certainly, Miss Whitney.

So how'd you do that?

Easy. My father's rich.

And your mother's not rich?

(SIGHS)

She died when I was a little girl.

Oh.

Will you write to me in San Francisco?

Sure, but, how come you want me to write to you so much?

Are you crazy? You just happen to be the most fantastic person

I've ever met in my entire life.

I am?

I almost cried when you started singing.

(SINGING) That's the story of That's the glory of love

Hillary. Don't sing.

Hillary, what are you doing?

Having a soda with CC, Aunt Vesta.

I got lost and she showed me the way back after her Glory ofLove number.

Her Glory ofLove number?

Your father and I have been looking for you for hours.

We were just about to call the police.

Listen, maybe we should just forget about the sodas, you know?

If I don't go back, Leona will start foaming at the mouth.

Oh, my. Come, Hillary.

Come on. (GIGGLING)

Whatever they had, charge it to the room.

They didn't have anything, ma'am.

Look, I'm sorry I got to go. That's my Aunt Vesta.

-I'm glad she's not my Aunt Vesta. -(LAUGHS)

Here, little girl. Now, go home.

What's this for?

It will keep you honest.

Be sure to keep in touch, CC. Okay?

Well, sure.

We're friends, aren't we?

You shouldn't play with that strange little child.

-Who am I going to play with? -Me.

You like to play bridge.

(TAPS CLACKING)

(CLACKING CONTINUES)

Ta-da!

HILLARY: Dear CC, we're spending the summer at our beach house.

lt's very peaceful here.

l get to ride horses and think a lot. l miss you.

lt's fun to have somebody to be silly with.

CC: Ride? All l ride is the subway.

Leona won't pay for me to go to Juilliard.

So l have to keep taking dancing and singing

from Miss Jean Kayton, the freaky, fat vaudeville star.

The studio's in the cellar, which means you only graduate

when you're tall enough to hit your head on the ceiling.

P.S. l hate my hair.

HORSE TEACHER: Okay, then we have Hillary Whitney

on Little Clementine.

Stop daydreaming, Hillary. Let's go.

HILLARY: Dear CC,

sometimes l get sick of words like

"proper," "well-bred," "cultured."

l go through life thinking everyone's watching me. Are they?

CC: Well, things are pretty good in the Bronx.

l hate school, and l like taking singing lessons.

l got to sing at my father's dry cleaning convention.

l was a hit.

See you later, alligator. Cecilia Carol Bloom.

ADULT HILLARY: Dear CC,

l've decided to study law

and l'm convinced l'll have some effect on the world

rather than end up in a mindless woman's club like my Aunt Vesta.

l ended up choosing Stanford

because four generations of Whitneys went there, all men, of course.

But, mainly, l have to confess, because it's co-ed.

ADULT CC: Dear WASP Queen,

Leona gave me a great present for my 21st birthday.

She moved to Miami. (IMITATES RIMSHOT)

l'm on my own now, and l've got a flat,

a can of mace and a subscription toVariety, l'm all set.

P.S. How's college life? Aren't you done yet?

(WOMEN SINGING)

HILLARY: Dear CC,

l went on my first protest march and my father called me a radical.

He doesn't understand the whole world's falling apart

while he's playing golf.

Sorry my trip east didn't work out,

but Dad just wasn't feeling well enough.

Will l ever see you again?

Call or write soon, will you? Love, Hillary.

CC: l was just about to commit suicide by taking an overdose of Vitamin A

when your letter arrived telling me l'm a genius and don't lose heart.

l've decided to live, even though l never get any work.

l've got no agent, and l'm deeply lonely during this festive season.

CASTING DIRECTOR: Thank you. Next, CC Bloom.

Let's move along, kids. Okay?

From letter G.

And just kind of medium, not too bright.

-Hi. -CASTING DIRECTOR: Hi. Go.

(PIANO PLAYING)

(SINGING) You got to win a little Lose a little

And always have the blues a little

That's the glory of

That's the story of love

My mama told me that's the glory of love

CASTING DIRECTOR: Merry Christmas. Next, T. Kuhn.

(SNAPPING FINGERS)

(PIANO PLAYING)

(SINGING) Que sera, sera

Whatever will be will be

The future's not ours to see

CC: Ah, who needs Broadway?

l think what l really am is a jazz singer.

At least, that's what l'm gonna try to be this week.

l got a job at a nightclub.

lt's a hot spot, and l'm packing 'em in. How's lawyer life?

(SINGING) By fashion and fopp'ry

l'm never discussed

Attending the Opry My box would be a bust

l never shall have that Park Avenue air

But l'm in such health Why should l care?

The hip that l shake Doesn't make people stare

But l've got such health What do l care?

The sight of my props

Never stops a thoroughfare But l still got my health

So what do l care?

Your face is your fortune So some wise man spoke

My face is my fortune That's why l'm totally broke

My ship ain't come in but l grin while l bear

'Cause l've got my vitamins A, B, C, D

E, F, G, H

l still have my

Got no diamonds Got no wealth

l got no man but l got my health

-(SIGHS) -(SCATTERED APPLAUSE)

Thank you.

Thank you. You're just too, too kind.

Thank you, guys.

Did you catch that set, Harry?

Those people were crazy about me, so I was...

I was wondering if you could lend me 50 bucks till payday?

No.

What the hell is this, a piano bar or a Nazi work camp?

I'm singing my heart out for bubkes, peanuts!

I'm living on dog food, and you can't give me 50 lousy bucks

you already owe me. Harry, you...

You're an angel, honey.

If your mother hadn't been such a bitch,

we could have shared something important.

(KISSES)

BARTENDER: Last call.

Grace, give me a Stinger.

Harry's buying. Ain't that right, Har?

CC Bloom?

Yeah?

Oh, God. I've dreamt about this moment for so long.

I can't believe we're actually in the same room together.

Look, honey, I don't know what you're after...

But if it's what I think it is, you're not my type, comprenez-vous?

(LAUGHS) Don't you recognize me?

(SOFTLY) Whitney?

-Hillary Whitney? -(SETS DRINK DOWN)

(SQUEALING)

I don't believe this!

Harry, do you believe this?

We've been writing letters since we were 1 1 years old.

What are you doing here in New York?

I don't know. I just walked out on my life.

I've been feeling suffocated for years, but I couldn't stand it anymore.

Today. It's funny how that happens, isn't it?

I just... I woke up this morning and I thought, "This is it!"

And I left. My job, my father, my apartment.

Your money, too?

I hadn't thought about it, but, yeah, I guess my money, too.

-Well, so what? You're here! -So what?

Well, come back to the storeroom. That's where I change my clothes.

Shall I leave my bags here?

Are you crazy? No! Come on, this is New York.

-Harry, give us a hand with the bags. -I've got a bad back.

-You've got a bad attitude. -I've come this far.

-Come here. Let me help you. -I like your tail.

(LAUGHS)

HILLARY: You know, I really appreciate the offer,

but I'm sure I can find a place on my own.

In this neighborhood?

Never!

Besides, you're broke.

And Leona would have a heart attack if I didn't invite you to stay.

She lives in Miami. She'd never know.

Hi, Marge. How's life treating you?

Hmm.

Marge, you ought to cut down on the gasoline.

It's bad for the complexion.

(DISTANT SIREN WAILING)

She could be dead.

-(UNLOCKING DOOR) -Nah.

If she was dead, she would have dropped the bottle.

(SIREN CONTINUES)

(SIGHS) Here we go.

Welcome, a chez moi.

Jeez, it's cold in here.

I guess old...

-Armand forgot to send the heat up. -(PAN BANGING LOUDLY)

Send the heat up!

Creep. Crazy Turk.

This is where Leona sleeps when she visits.

You can have that bed.

And this is where I sleep.

Oh, God.

So, all the comforts of home, huh?

-A bathtub? -CC: Oh, yeah.

We got everything.

I got everything but heat.

Armand! Send up the heat!

What a bum.

All right, here's the toilee.

Wait!

For no extra money. Look.

-(WIND BLOWING) -What do you think?

A veranda, a patio. Shit.

It's a gale out there. So, what do you think?

(SOBBING)

Well, I know it's not Buckingham Palace, but it's home to me.

(SOBBING) You don't understand. I'm crying because I'm happy.

It just hit me that I'm free.

You don't know what it's been like for me.

My father controlled everything I did,

even down to the kind of law I practiced.

And now, for the first time in my life,

I'm doing exactly what I want to do rather than what I've been trained to do.

I feel like shouting,

"Free at last, free at last!

"Thank God Almighty, I'm free at last!"

(GIGGLING)

So,

-are you always like this? -No.

Good. Then you can stay.

Come on! Let's put this bed out.

HILLARY: It's almost 1 0:30.

-You gonna be long? -CC: Not if I can help it.

HILLARY: Then you want me to wait for you?

Don't you really think you ought to wait?

-I am dressed like a rabbit. -(LAUGHS) All right.

Yeah, but hurry because I got to be at this rent strike rally in an hour.

All right. I'll sing one song for darling bunny boy. I'll be out like a flash.

-Do I look okay? -Here it is.

Are my ears on straight? What about my hair?

Yeah. It looks fine. You're gonna be great.

(SCATTING)

Break a leg, CC.

Oh, you sound so silly when you say that.

(LAUGHS)

If you call me Bugs, you're dead.

I hate my life.

(SIGHS)

JOHN: Just a minute.

Message for the birthday boy from his darling bunny girl, Barbara.

From my what?

I don't write it, pal. I just deliver it.

(SINGING) Happy, happy birthday, bunny boy

Love's kind of funny with a bunny boy

He loves me so hard He's my bundle ofjoy

l try to go to sleep but it's just no use

'Cause all he really wants to do is reproduce

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday, darling Johnny

Happy birthday to you

Love, from your darling bunny girl, Barbara. (THROWS KISS)

-Hey, wait a minute. -Nope. I only do encores for cash.

You know, you've got a great voice.

Oh, yeah? Thanks.

Why do you waste your time doing this?

I can't help myself.

I love to get dressed up like a rabbit and go out in public.

Well, is there any place I can see your work or...

I'll be at Gramercy Park at 4:00 in a chicken suit.

-This is yours. -Thank you.

I'm John Pierce.

I'm Brer Rabbit.

Okay. Well, it was nice to meet you, Brer Rabbit, you and your voice.

I'm not really Brer Rabbit, but I guess you knew that.

I'm really Cecilia Bloom. How do you do?

Hello.

You've got a hell of a paw-shake, Cecilia.

Happy birthday.

Thank you.

-Have you ever done any acting? -Me? Oh, yeah.

I've done summer stock since I was a kid.

You're kidding. I run a little theater on the West Side,

and we're always looking for someone with a strong voice.

Would you be interested in auditioning?

-Yeah, sure. -(HORN HONKING)

What's the name of the company?

-The Falcon Players. -CC!

Yeah, yeah, yeah! Just a sec! The Falcon Players?

I've seen some of the shows you've sent up to Broadway.

I saw that play where the guy was buried in sand up to his neck.

-Yeah. -Very deep.

-I directed that. -And successful. You did? Wow.

So when do you want to see me? When do you want me to come in?

-JOHN: Friday at 4:00. -Great, great.

If you want me to drive, we have to leave now.

I'm sorry to be so abrupt. I'm late for an appointment.

-He's a director. -Hi. Really? A director?

-This is my roommate. -I'm Hillary Whitney.

-John Pierce. Nice to meet you. -Nice to meet you.

You're late for what? You're late for an audition?

Audition? No.

I'm an attorney with the ACLU.

JOHN: An attorney? Oh, I...

Oh, I just thought because you look so good,

I thought you were auditioning.

-Well, we have to be going now. Bye. -(JOHN LAUGHS)

BOTH: Nice meeting you, John.

You've got to get to that rent strike, Hillary. The poor are waiting.

(VAN DOORS CLOSE)

CC: Well, yeah, it's only two lines, but they're fraught with meaning.

Look, I've got an entrance and an exit.

I gotta look special.

What do you think?

(GASPS) Oh, it's gorgeous!

Do I look like Marilyn?

-I don't look a thing like Marilyn. -My turn.

-How is it? -Hillary, it's exactly the same color.

No, it isn't. No.

You just spent two hours dying your hair exactly the same color.

It's a subtle difference.

I don't think so.

(WOMAN SPEAKING GERMAN)

She says that she's feeling ill and that she's pregnant and he did it.

You gonna take this tramp's word over mine?

Don't worry about it. I already took care of it.

What do you mean, you already took care of it?

I called in the doctor.

And we know what that means, don't we?

Why don't you just shut up? The warden knows what he's doing.

-The doctor is here. -WARDEN: Thank you, guard.

I'm not gonna let you get away with that.

Wait. We cut that line. Hey, would you show her the script?

Listen, can I say...

Pop up all the blues and see what we have on this.

(FLICKING SWITCHES)

-Let's see it. -(FLICKING SWITCH)

(MUTTERING)

I...

I'm playing a prison guard on death row.

I know. I did the casting.

Well, I thought I'd have a better part.

Not yet.

But this isn't me.

Well, act like it is.

(SOFTLY) He hates my hair.

(FOGHORN SOUNDING)

Tell me the truth. I mean, really, really tell me the truth.

-All right. -Do you think I'm really, truly...

Get out of here.

Do you think I'm really, truly talented,

or do you think I'm only moderately talented?

I think you're truly talented.

I've told you this at least eight million times.

Yes, I know, but maybe you were only being nice.

I mean, how do I know you really mean it

and you're not just being nice?

I mean it!

Gin.

-Now let's get back to the laundry. -Oh, Hillary.

-I'll never forget this as long as I live. -What?

You doing the laundry for me.

I mean, I hate to do laundry more than anything in the whole world

and I think this is probably the nicest thing anybody ever did for me.

A man would never do this for you, no matter how much he loved you.

(LAUGHING)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

HILLARY AND CC: (SINGING) God rest ye merry gentlemen

Let nothing you dismay

Remember Christ our Savior

Was born on Christmas Day

To save us all from Satan's power

-When we were gone astray -(POUNDING ON RADIATOR)

O tidings of comfort and joy

Comfort and joy

O tidings

Of comfort and joy

All right, let's sing O Come All Ye Faithful in Latin.

No.

Oh, please. I sang all those dreidel songs for you.

-One dreidel song. -That's enough.

-You sang one dreidel song. -Well...

Come on, Hillary, I'm tired. I want to go to sleep.

-I have a cold. -All right. Good night.

Good night, Hill.

(SINGING) Adeste fideles

BOTH: (SINGING) Laeti triumphantes

Venite, venite

ln Bethlehem

Hillary, the Waterman case is on the phone.

-They want to know... -No, no, no, no.

-Tell them I'll discuss it in court. -Okay, okay.

RECEPTIONIST: Good morning, ACLU.

HILLARY: All right, Mrs. Thomas, you can just ignore the eviction notices.

I found out your landlord's been served with

enough citations from the Health Department

to wallpaper your house.

Guess who got the lead in the Falcon Players' new musical?

Certainly not the hand-walking queer!

(BOTH SQUEALING)

(LAUGHING)

-This is it! This is it! -I know.

-Do you feel it? -I feel it!

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

Okay, stand by.

(SINGING) l am the captain

And this is my shrine

Lord of the manor

See what l leave behind

A river in flames

Cities on fire

Yes, l'm a relic trapped in the wire

Hydrogen fuel

lt burns so clean

Throbs in the veins

Of my beloved machine

She is my wife

Her mechanical heart

Constantly serving till death do us part

Now our glorious war draws to a close

The yellow winds blow

And l have to know

Oh, lndustry

Whatever will become of me?

Oh, lndustry

Whatever will become of me?

Of me

lndustry, charity, faith Oh

(MUSIC STOPS)

(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)

(AUDIENCE CHEERING)

MAN: Well, I didn't understand one damn thing in that play.

That was the worst.

WOMAN: How can you say that? It was brilliance. Brilliance.

MAN: Get out of here. Were we at the same play?

WOMAN: It was avant-garde at its best.

Mom, I'm showing you how they make the smoke.

Fifteen cases he bought this afternoon.

They taught him how to do it at Carnegie Tech.

It's the strangest thing, but I just can't shake the feeling

that I know you well.

I know, I feel the same way about you. Why is that?

Well, that's obvious. You must have met in a former life.

I don't suppose it has anything to do with the fact

that I talk about the two of you incessantly.

-Okay, everybody, this is it! -(CAST CHEERING)

They're here. All right, take your time.

I got it.

Hill, I can't stand it.

WOMAN: Listen, listen.

"John Pierce gives us a probing musical attack at automation, industry

"and the dehumanization of the American worker."

(ALL CHEERING)

"Earth Mother Bloom is a veritable Hannah Arendt of song."

Who's that? Is she a singer?

No, a sociologist, philosopher, radical. It's a positive review.

The Times. The Times says,

"CC Bloom's performance is both promising and purposeful."

(ALL CHEERING)

I propose a toast

to a great writer and to a wonderful company.

-(CAST AGREEING) -(ALL CHEERING)

MAN: Where's the music?

-WOMAN: Yeah, let's party! -(GROOVY SONG PLAYING)

ACTOR: To a long run. ACTRESS: A real long run.

And to a great director, John.

A great...

Okay, CC. Will you take a picture with my cousins here?

Just get in there.

Good, good, good. Okay, now smile.

(SHUTTER CLICKS)

MAN: More champagne, CC?

CC: You've got to get me out of here!

-Be quiet, lady. Be quiet. -I'm not drunk!

CC: Yes, you are. Come on, let's go. You'll get a cup of coffee,

-sleep it off, feel better. -Don't touch me!

-Shut up! -Relax and calm down.

-Now get in the house. -I don't have to sleep anything off!

I'll tell you for the last time,

I wasn't the ringleader!

-Marge. -Huh?

Have a drink on me. I was a big hit.

(DOOR CLOSES)

My God, what happened to you?

I went for a swim

in the Central Park boating pond with my real friends.

CC: Did you sleep with him?

Yes, I did.

CC: What a snake.

So, did the two of you fall in love?

I don't know.

It was incredibly romantic. We went to The Plaza.

We drank champagne.

I think he's the most attractive man I've ever met in my life.

You and your feminist principles.

I know how you feel about him.

I feel sick about what I've done.

I showed a complete lack of character.

Sexual attraction has nothing to do with character

unless you're Eleanor Roosevelt.

You mean, you would have done the same thing?

Me? Never.

I'd never do something that heartless to a friend.

-I swear, I'll never see him again. -Oh, who are you kidding?

Besides, what's the difference?

The fact is, he doesn't even know I'm alive.

Looks like he's crazy about you.

(STIRRING COFFEE)

What are we gonna do?

I don't know.

You want me to move out?

What do I want you to move out for? I'm used to you.

Besides, if it hadn't been you, it would have been some other girl.

Will you still water my plants while I'm gone?

-Where are you going? -I told you, San Francisco.

My father's sick.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, sure. We're friends, aren't we?

CC: Hey, Hill,

John says l'm outgrowing the Falcon Players,

and l ought to move on. What do you think?

Where am l gonna go?

l'm sorry you had to let go of yourjob at the ACLU,

but, jeez, don't give up.

Your father will be better soon, and you'll be back.

HILLARY: Dear Ceece, l miss you.

l miss shopping at Bergdorf's. l miss our facials.

What can l say? l'm now the adult, and my father's the child.

l'm also dating a young lawyer, Michael Essex.

He's got good breeding and a good personality and good body.

CC: Hillary, you'll never believe it. l got offered a Broadway revue.

lt's called Sizzle.

lt's in the worst possible taste. lt's vulgar, it's gross,

it's dirty, and you know what? lt's gonna make me a huge star.

All right, what do I do?

Let me show you how to hold it.

Put three fingers down and make a circle.

-Stick the cue through the circle. -Okay, all right.

Just go for the 1 0. Here.

Make that.

Pretty good.

-Look, it came back. -Okay, that's it.

-That's all you get. Stop. Wait. Stop. -I like the sound.

It's a great little sound. Click. Click, click.

(CHUCKLING)

So, you hear anything about Hillary?

Her father took a turn for the worst

and she has to stay in San Francisco a little longer than she thought.

You play. I'll just watch.

You mean, play alone?

Yeah, you do that pretty good.

HILLARY: Dear Ceece,

l thought it over and l feel you should be true to your talent

and not be seduced by the money of Broadway.

By the way, how are my plants doing?

I gotta tell you, girls, you don't look that good.

I wish you'd cheer up.

She'll be back soon.

I miss her, too.

Now, come on, John, what do we need signers for?

How many deaf people are gonna come see our show?

Three. Three deaf people always come to see any show.

-(SCOFFS) -Will you get out of my office?

I don't want to talk about it anymore.

CC! CC, come on.

Hi, Bill. What's the matter?

Come, come in here. Come.

Where the heck were you all day yesterday?

Shopping. Why?

Why? I must have tried to call you a billion times.

No kidding?

My machine must be broken. I wonder who else called.

What's the matter? What did you want?

-I don't know. -You don't know?

(CHUCKLING) I guess I missed you.

-That's a nice thing to say. -You want to have dinner tonight

again after the show?

Yeah. Yeah. Like a real date?

-Real. -Semi-date.

-Whatever. -Okay.

Any news about the funeral?

The funeral. Well... (SIGHS)

The funeral was yesterday, and she's gonna stay a little while longer

to settle the estate with her father's lawyer.

That's all I know.

CC: Well, Hillary, l did it.

l'm leaving the Falcon Players next month to start that bawdy revue

l told you about, the one called Sizzle.

l know you don't approve, but, hey, l'm gonna be rich.

l can't wait.

Suicide.

HILLARY: Dear CC, well, l did it.

l'm Mrs. Michael Essex.

Michael wasn'tjust my father's lawyer.

He was the son my father never had.

And in his final days, it gave him greatjoy to see us together.

The ceremony was beautiful

and our wedding reception small but lovely.

The only flaw was your absence.

But l understand the show must go on.

By the way, how's John?

Do you see much of him socially?

Last night, when we were making love

did you say you loved me?

What?

I thought I heard you say you loved me.

Did you?

(SIGHS) Yes, I did.

Is that usual?

What do you mean?

I mean, is it part of your routine?

-(CHUCKLES) -Do you say it to everybody?

I don't have a routine, CC.

I haven't said it to anybody in 1 0 years.

Is that true?

I'm a womanizer, CC. I'm not a liar.

That's great.

'Cause I have the most wonderful idea.

For richer or poorer,

in sickness and in health, till death do you part.

CC and John,

by the power vested in me by the state of New York,

I now pronounce you man and wife.

By the way, you may kiss the bride.

(CLEARS THROAT)

(EJECTS TAPE)

Here's your tape.

(CLEARS THROAT)

I've got to get back to my lunch.

-What did you do that for? -This is the happiest moment of my life.

I don't ever want you to forget it.

Does that make any sense?

Perfect. It makes perfect sense.

(LAUGHING)

(PLAYING OVER RADIO) l know you by heart

MAN ON RADIO: That's CC Bloom's biggest hit of 1988.

Thousands of CC's fans were disappointed last night

when her concert was rained out.

lnsiders say she'd left earlier for personal reasons,

but whatever the reason, all money will be refunded

and the concert rescheduled for a later date.

(POLICE SIREN WAILING)

OFFICER OVER SPEAKER: Pull over, please.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION ON POLICE RADIO)

(SIGHS)

(CLOSES DOOR)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

WOMAN 1 : She's running late.

WOMAN 2: I waited a year for this play.

MICHAEL: Hillary.

-Hillary, the curtain's going up. -Oh, sorry, Michael.

CC: And now we take you back to 19th-century Bavaria

for a very sad story about two of my favorite subjects.

Industrial theft and bosoms!

(AUDIENCE LAUGHING)

(SINGING) Otto Titsling, inventor and Kraut

Had nothing to get very worked up about

His inventions were failures

His future seemed bleak

He fled to the opera at least twice a week

PEASANTS: La-la-la-la La-la-la

One night at the opera He saw an Aida

(VOCALIZING)

Whose bust was so big it would often impede her

Bug-eyed, he watched her fall into the pit

Done in by the weight of those terrible tits

Oh, my God There she blows

Aerodynamically, this girl was a mess

Otto eyeballed the diva lying comatose amongst the reeds

And he suddenly felt the fire of inspiration flood his soul

He ran back to his workshop

where he futzed and futzed and futzed

ALL: For Otto Titsling had found his quest

To lift and mold the female breast

To point the small ones to the sky

To keep the big ones high and dry

Every night he'd sweat and snort

Searching for the right support

He tried some string and paper clips

La-la-la-la-la-la-la

Hey, he even tried his own two lips

Well, he stitched and he slaved and he slaved and he stitched

Until finally one night in the wee hours of morning

Otto arose from his workbench triumphant, yes!

He had invented the world's first over-the-shoulder boulder-holder

ALL: Hooray!

CC: Exhausted, but ecstatic Otto ran out to the diva

Bearing the prototype in his hot little hand

(VOCALIZING)

(SIGHS)

But little did Otto know

At the moment of his greatest triumph

Lurking under the diva's bed

was none other than the very worst of the French patent thieves

Phillipe De Brassiere

And Phil was watching the scene with a great deal of interest

Later that night while our Aida slept

(SNORING)

lnto the wardrobe Phillipe softly crept

He fumbled through knickers and corsets galore

Till he found Otto's tit sling and he ran out the door

Crying, "Oh, my God Whatjoy, what bliss

"l'm gonna make me a million from this

"Every woman in the world will want to buy one"

La-la-la-la-la

"l will have all the goods Manufactured in Taiwan"

Ooh!

The result of this swindle

ls pointedly clear

Do you buy a Titsling

Or do you buy a Brassiere?

Ooh!

(CROWD CHEERING)

MICHAEL: Listen, I've got a racquetball court in the morning.

So we go in, say hello, a quick dinner

and back to the hotel nice and early, right?

We already agreed on that.

And let's be sure to tell her how wonderful the show was.

You are going to be civil, aren't you?

Of course I'm going to be civil. She's your very best friend

in the whole wide world, right?

Ta-da!

I can't believe it's really you.

I'm so happy to see you again.

Oh, Hillary, Hillary.

-And you. -This is Michael.

-Oh, hello, Michael. -You were fabulous tonight.

Oh, it's so exciting to finally meet you. That Otto thing that you did...

-I really enjoyed it. -(GASPS)

-(BARKING) -Stay, stay, Arthur. Stay.

Stay. Arthur, Arthur, back to the bedroom.

(BARKING CONTINUES)

CC: Back! You're embarrassing me, you idiot!

Get back! Go back,

you brain-damaged bag of bones or I'll have you gassed!

This is quite an apartment.

Oh, do you like it? I'm so glad.

Naturally, of course, we're paying through the nose for it,

but really I think it's worth every single penny.

We're leasing, but we have an option to buy.

It's so close to the theater and the stores.

Remember when we said we wouldn't be caught dead above 14th Street?

I couldn't bear that downtown squalor one more second.

But enough about me. Let's talk about you.

What do you think of me? (LAUGHS)

No, tell me the truth. What did you think of the show?

Are you kidding? We loved it.

Especially that Otto...

-(BARKING) -Stay, stay! Stay, stay, stay.

-Good boy. Stay. -(CONTINUES BARKING)

John.

Oh, my God. Hillary.

I haven't seen you since the night that play opened.

Yeah, it's been a long time.

John. John.

Come, you haven't met Michael Essex, Hillary's husband.

This is my husband, John Pierce.

So, Hillary, what do you think of the place, huh?

Not exactly the old dump on Avenue A, huh?

No, it's not.

It's all so new.

Yeah. New.

No, I don't miss practicing law at all.

But it meant so much to you.

It's a little difficult having two lawyers in the same household.

Somebody's got to do the entertaining.

Hillary, really, truly, you were devoted.

I thought you were. The poor man's friend, you know?

Yeah, I'm still the poor man's friend.

-JOHN: Taxi! -I guess you are.

HILLARY: There are lots of ways to be the poor man's friend.

CC: John. Let the doorman do that.

HILLARY: John, tell me what you've been doing with yourself.

Oh, living the high life with hi-ho here.

(CHUCKLES)

-He looks good, doesn't he? -Yeah.

The theater's mounted a lot of new, successful productions this year.

-We're very lucky. -I bought the jacket.

Yeah. If I was in the theater, I'd want to be just like you.

I would. You have an integrity that seems lacking in so many others.

CC: So what do you do all day now that you're a housewife?

I mean, don't you get bored sitting around all day?

HILLARY: No, because I don't sit around all day. I'm extremely busy.

Doing what?

-(LAUGHS) I beg your pardon? -How do you keep busy?

Doing what?

What is this, CC, the Spanish Inquisition?

We haven't seen each other for a while.

I just want to know how she spends her time.

Is that a crime?

I don't know. Is that a crime, Michael? You're the lawyer.

Is that a crime?

HILLARY: I spend my time working on various charities.

I'm on the board of the Junior League,

the Stately Homes Preservation Society.

I'm a docent at the art museum.

She's a docent. She docents.

Excuse me. There's someone bigger than you here tonight.

-You've got your horticulture classes. -Horticulture classes.

You may not be aware of it, but gardening's an art.

Hey, who's criticizing?

-Just so you're happy. -I am.

-I'm very, very happy. -Miss Bloom!

Good to see you. Mr. Pierce. How are you?

-How are you, Nicky? -Just a second.

I have your favorite table ready.

-Great. -Very happy.

(CC GREETING DINERS)

NICKY: This is the toast of Broadway, CC Bloom.

-Who's winning? -I am.

By quite a bit.

-JOHN: I'm home! -(ARTHUR BARKING)

In here.

Arthur, get down. Get down!

(BARKING CONTINUES)

You're still playing cards? You were playing cards when I left this morning.

So?

You want to stop maybe and have a late lunch?

No, I don't.

-Do you, Hillary? -No, thanks.

(SIGHS)

-Arthur! -(BARKING RESUMES)

-This is a great color on me, isn't it? -I guess.

-Well, is it or isn't it? Be specific. -No, it isn't.

It makes you look like a corpse. Is that specific enough for you?

May I have a tissue, please?

Thank you.

Hill, I have a great idea. Let's get a facial.

Oh, I can't.

Michael's conference ends in an hour,

and then we have to leave for the airport. I wish I could.

Maybe next time.

Oh, Hill, look. Isn't this divine?

(SIGHS)

It's so sweet.

I can't wait to have a baby.

(SIGHS) I know what you mean.

-You do? -Of course I do.

-Why wouldn't I? -I don't know.

I just thought someone like you wouldn't care about children.

You're so obsessed with your career and all.

I'm not obsessed.

Just because I work

doesn't mean someone like me doesn't want to have children.

Well, wanting them and caring for them properly are two different things.

It's a full-time job.

For some people.

Yes, the ones that take the responsibility seriously

and don't just have children to gratify their overweening egos.

-Can I show you something? -No, thank you.

What the hell is going on here?

-Would you please lower your voice? -No, I won't.

What's eating you? You have been a total bitch since you came to New York.

I could say the same thing about you.

-I've been reacting to you. -For God's sake, don't you get it?

We've grown apart. It happens to the best of friends.

It's happened to us. We might as well face it.

-You're ridiculous. -I'm ridiculous?

We haven't grown apart. You've fallen apart.

I don't think I care to pursue this. So long, CC. Take care.

Why, you stuck-up little witch!

When your father died, he took the best of you with him.

Don't make a scene.

You tried to be interesting for a while, but look at you now.

You've completely reverted to type.

You're nothing but a small-minded, tight-ass snob these days!

How would a pretentious little climber like you know that?

-Experience. -"Experience"?

-I know what's eating you, too. -Oh, really? What's eating me?

-Plain, old-fashioned jealousy. -Jealousy? Jealousy?

What am I jealous of?

Your insane ambition? No, it must be your new money.

No, I'm jealous of your marriage of convenience.

That must be it.

CC: My what?

Aren't you afraid you got him by default?

Maybe I am.

But at least I belong to myself, which is more than I can say for you.

I'm doing what I set out to do. Remember?

I'm living the life you didn't have the courage for.

So don't give me you're not jealous.

You're so jealous you can hardly breathe.

Can I help you with something?

Oh, no. No, thanks.

FLIGHT ATTENDANT: Ladies and gentlemen,

the captain has turned off the seat belt sign.

Please feel free to move about the cabin,

but we do suggest, for your own safety,

that you keep your seat belt fastened while seated.

-I'll be right back. -Okay.

(SOBBING)

But what will I do without a best friend?

You've got me.

(SIGHS)

It's not the same.

CC: Dear Hill,

stop sending my letters back.

l have to talk to you.

Okay, okay, so we had a fight. So what?

Let's make up.

John and l are having such a terrible time lately.

l don't know what's the matter with him. My career's going so well.

Come on, Hill, lighten up.

l'm your only ethnic friend.

Please, Hill, keep in touch.

Love, CC.

-(CHAIR SQUEAKS) -Sorry.

Coming home for dinner tonight?

No, sweetie. I don't think so.

-I'm swamped with work. -Work, yeah.

-What's on your... -What about... Sorry.

You were...

I just wondered what you were doing today.

Me? I'm going to my exercise class... (CHUCKLES)

...and I'm going to buy a wrench.

A wrench? Why?

We don't have one.

Well, super.

Sounds good.

-Bye. -Bye-bye.

I don't think I'll be too late. Bye.

(DOOR CLOSES)

CC: Isn't it nice here in Miami, Arthur?

Maybe you ought to think about moving down here. What do you say?

Are we there yet?

LIMO DRIVER: The neighbor said the beach

across from the Fontainebleau.

Don't worry. I wait with the puppy.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

LEONA: CC! CC, my baby!

I don't believe that it's you!

You're a gift from God! You're a dream!

-You're a dream come true for me! -I just saw you last month.

-Who is that? -CC Bloom.

So everyone should look?

This is my daughter, CC Bloom, the Broadway star.

CC, can we have your autograph?

Skedaddle. My friends, Mrs. Valdez, Mrs. Cohen, Mr. Levine.

(WOMEN GREETING)

-He's in bagels. -It's a distinct pleasure.

Could you give me five minutes? We want to talk.

-Take a dip. -MRS. COHEN: Nice meeting you.

-Sit down. -MR. LEVINE: She's a real star.

What do you mean, you left him? What happened?

After only three years, you left him?

Was it another woman?

It's not a soap opera, Leona. Everything with you is a soap opera.

Tell me, honey. Go ahead. Get it off your chest.

Something just died between us, that's all.

He used to care what happened to me.

He stopped paying attention to me.

(CHUCKLING)

What's so funny?

Never mind.

Leona, what's so funny? Why are you laughing?

Tell me why you're laughing!

(SIGHS)

-Ma! Tell me! -What?

All right, I'm gonna tell you. You want to know? I'm gonna tell you.

Why do you think I'm living down here in Florida, huh?

I give up. You like the sun.

I don't give a shit about the sun!

I'm here because it's peaceful! That's why!

You always wanted too much attention.

You wanted so much attention from everybody all the time

that you wore people out.

You wore me out, you wore your father out, may he rest in peace,

by the time you were 1 5 years old!

Oh, come on. I love you, CC.

-No, you don't. -Yes, I do.

I love you very much.

But I just can't pay any more attention to you.

You know what I mean? I want to, but I just can't.

And if I were you,

I wouldn't leave anybody for not paying attention to me.

Because sooner or later, you're gonna have to leave everybody.

You understand me?

-Welcome home, Miss Bloom. -(ARTHUR BARKS)

Arthur! Arthur! That's it!

-I'm putting you to sleep! -I got him.

Do me a favor. Take him for a walk down by the river.

-Maybe somebody will steal him! -All right!

(DOOR OPENS)

John, I'm back.

(DOOR CLOSES)

John?

John.

John?

John, I'm begging you. Please give me another chance. Please?

Please don't leave me.

I love you, John. I need you.

-You don't need me. -I need you!

What do you need me for? What?

You need an escort? You need somebody to hang up the fur coat?

Come on. That's not how I want to spend my life.

I don't care about success the way you do, CC.

Moving into the mainstream... You know that never interested me.

We have been fighting about this for so long.

What's wrong with success?

We're Americans. We're supposed to want to be successful.

-You're too good for it, is that it? -Yeah, that must be it.

No, I like it here. I'm happy here. This is what I do.

I'm not threatened. I'm not scared. I just... I'm glad you're a success.

It makes me happy that you're successful.

Are you?

Yes. I just don't want to go where you're going.

Then I won't go.

You're already gone, Cecilia. You're long gone.

You're CC Bloom. What's the matter with that?

That's great. That makes me happy.

I feel that in some small way

that maybe I had something to do with that.

Are you sure this is what you want?

Yeah. I'm sure.

I love you. I'll always love you.

(SIGHS)

I just want to let go of us before "us" gets bad.

MICHAEL: Happy anniversary, sweetie.

HILLARY: Oh, Michael.

Oh, we're so good here. Nobody around.

I know it. I love it here.

(SIGHS)

(CHUCKLING)

I wish I didn't have to go back tonight.

Do you really have to? Can't you stay one more day?

-I could quit my job. -Good. I'd like it.

One more day, come on.

I'm sorry, Hillary.

I'll see you back home on Monday.

-If you're lucky. -(LAUGHS)

Have a good weekend.

WOMAN: Hi. You're back early from the beach.

Yeah, it got rained out.

-It's beautiful now. -Yes.

That's my robe.

Don't dump me, Freddy.

Don't dump me when we get back to Lubbock.

The only thing that kept me going was waiting for you to come back.

(BELCHES)

Don't you worry about a thing, little darlin'.

I'm gonna take good care of you. Give me a little kiss.

Stop that. We didn't rehearse that.

This isn't working for me!

Shit.

-Cut. -That's a cut.

-MAN: (YELLING) Cut! Cut! -(BELL RINGING)

-Was there too much dust? -It's fine.

-Stop rocking the truck. -Quit the dust and stop the rocking!

Jay, baby, how was the belch? Was it real?

Very honest, very good.

-(SIGHS) -What is it this time?

-I wouldn't do a thing like that! -Do what?

Beg this asshole to stick around

after he screwed my sister and stole my Winnebago.

Why would somebody like me do such a pathetic thing?

Ah. Because it's not you. It's a hooker from Lubbock. It's called acting.

Why don't you do that until I tell you to stop? Trust me.

Trust you?

You have your frigging head in that monitor the whole time!

You haven't said anything about character or motivation!

You could be watching a Laker game in there for all I know!

(CREW LAUGHING)

Clear the set, will you?

WOMAN: Clear the set, people. MAN 1 : Clear the set!

-MAN 2: Clear the set! -Look, it's no secret, CC.

I didn't want you on this picture. You're trouble.

Your looks are shot. The bags under your eyes, doll...

You got enough luggage in there to go to Europe.

I don't know what you've been doing to get by.

Maybe you still think you can dazzle them with your talent.

I'm here to tell you you're through. You ain't got it anymore.

You get your fat ass back in the truck, and you'll shut your smart mouth.

You'll do every line as written. Every word, every syllable.

-We understand each other? -Yes! You asshole!

-(HONKING HORN) -Stop it! Get this bitch off me! Come on!

-(CONTINUES HONKING) -All right!

CC: Show a little respect!

CC: Dear Hillary, if you're still mad at me,

you're gonna love this letter.

My career is now officially approaching oblivion.

My agent had a brilliant idea. He thinks l should be a disco queen.

What do you think?

Yours, CC.

Look at this.

Your friend, the singer, she's here in San Francisco.

-CC? Where? -The Pink Palm.

Ha! I met my first husband there.

It's a snake pit.

CC: Wait till I get my hands on that agent. I'll kill him!

That toad. He told me this was a nightclub with leather banquettes

and a dressing room with a door on it!

I mean, look at this place!

It looks like a flamingo threw up in here!

MAN: Lady, lady, excuse me. We're not open yet.

Well, look who's here.

It's okay.

Oh, Ceece, I'm so glad to see you.

I feel awful for sending your letters back.

I don't even know what happened in New York. I don't care anymore.

I want you to know, whatever it was you said,

I forgive you.

Go home.

I have nothing to say to you.

No.

I do have something to say.

You and your damned letters.

Every time I opened one, I was happy before I even read it.

Just to get them made me feel important.

All your crappy stories, your big dreams!

-I didn't know that. -Well, what the hell did you know?

Did you know how bad things were for me?

Did you know my career was in the toilet?

No, because you never answered one of my letters.

If you'd only answered one, just one!

Tell me what a jerk I was, anything.

I don't know how to fight back. I'm not strong like you.

You took away your friendship without discussing it with me.

That friendship was more important to me than anything.

I trusted it. I believed in it.

But you didn't.

And now it's gone.

Thank you very, very much for forgiving me,

but I don't forgive you.

HILLARY: I was jealous.

I was so jealous of you I couldn't see straight!

You did everything you said you were going to do! Everything!

And your talent! This incredible talent!

I can't even yodel!

Hillary!

What's yodeling got to do with it?

You're beautiful.

You're smart.

People look at you.

It was all my fault.

No, it was our fault.

No. No, you were right, what you said.

You were right. When John looked at you, it used to drive me nuts.

I can't even think about it today. I start to shake.

(SNIFFLING) Excuse me. Could I have a Stinger, please?

Here, here.

-Here, here. -(SOBS)

-You want something? -I can't.

It was just so obvious he was in love with you.

-(SOBBING) Oh, Hillary, it was? -Of course it was.

-Didn't you know that? -(SOBBING) We broke up.

Oh, no.

It really did me in.

I was so wrecked, they had to shut down my first picture.

-What happened? -It was horrible.

I was terribly edgy.

I wasn't comfortable in the medium, you know?

So I broke the director's jaw.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Worst of all, Arthur died.

-Oh, I'm sorry. -He was hit by a laundry truck.

-He went just like that. -At least he didn't suffer.

No, but I always thought I hated him, when really I loved him.

There was no time for me to show him any affection.

I'm sure he guessed.

-He never knew how much I cared. -No, he guessed.

-People know those things. -Hillary, believe me, he wasn't smart.

You shouldn't torture yourself like this.

Ceece, who's Arthur?

My dog. Remember my Great Dane?

-He was so stupid, but he was so sweet. -(LAUGHING)

-He used to like to run after trucks and... -(CONTINUES LAUGHING)

Hillary, you've got so fat!

I'm not fat. I'm having a baby.

You're not. You're having a baby?

-I'm three months pregnant. -That's great!

Before I caught him with that woman, we made love and...

-What woman? -There is this woman,

and I caught them together.

-Michael? -Of course, Michael.

And that's when it happened.

Except he doesn't want it because he's going to marry her.

Can you believe he's going to marry her?

-Would you make this a double, please? -(CHUCKLES WEAKLY)

Let me get this straight. You caught Michael with another woman?

Yes.

And now you're going to have a baby all on your own?

Oh, Hillary, I think that's so wonderful.

-You do? Really? -I do! I think it's the most exciting thing.

And if it's a girl, will you name it after me?

Oh, Ceece.

Baby mine

Don't you cry

(LAUGHS)

Baby mine Dry your eye

Oh, CC, feel this.

Press your head close to my heart

Never to part

Baby of mine

Little one

When you play

Pay no heed

What they say

Let your eyes sparkle and shine

-(BOTH LAUGHING) -Never a tear

Baby of mine

-No, I want you to come. -Forget it.

Why?

Because you know how I feel about sickness.

-It depresses me. -I'm not sick, I'm pregnant.

I know, but this is a hospital. There are sick people here in the halls.

You don't want to see the baby on the screen?

Draw me a picture, Hillary.

-Hi. -Hi.

I'm Hillary Whitney to see Dr. Milstein.

RECEPTIONIST: Okay, Dr. Milstein. Sixth floor.

-Thanks. -You're welcome.

-RICHARD: Hillary! -Oh, hi.

My obstetrician. This is Dr. Richard Milstein.

-This is my oldest friend... -CC Bloom.

-Herself. -I've always been a great fan of yours.

How nice.

I traveled through a hurricane to see you on Broadway.

Really? Gee, I hope it was worth it.

Oh, absolutely. You were brilliant.

And your wife? Did she think it was worth it, too?

That was before I was married.

Oh.

Also, she's not my wife anymore.

I just got divorced last year.

Oh.

Oh, I'm so sorry to hear it.

I mean... (CHUCKLES)

I hope it wasn't too painful. Are you ready for your radar?

It's sonar, and I thought you weren't coming

because you don't like sick people.

Not coming with you? Are you mad?

I wouldn't dream of missing a chance to see the little darling on screen.

-What floor? -Six.

Okay.

-What did you think? I couldn't tell. -Oh, about the restaurant?

Gee, I thought it was great. I love that Victorian crap.

Really? I thought it would be too provincial for you after New York City.

-Oh, no, I grew up in the provinces. -Uh-huh.

Oh. Really? Where?

The Bronx.

Oh. (LAUGHS)

-I suppose you're anxious to get back. -To the Bronx?

No, to New York City, show business and everything.

Oh.

Oh, yeah, that.

Maybe I am and maybe I'm not.

What do you mean, maybe you're not?

Well, maybe I'm sick of the show business life.

Maybe I want to have something normal for a change, huh?

Maybe I'd like to be a wife, and a mother, and have kids,

and join a quilting bee and have a station wagon.

-Did I hurt you? -No, no, I'm all right.

You mean you'd consider giving up your career for marriage?

Oh, God, yeah.

If I met the right guy, maybe.

CC: Okay, Hillary, shut your eyes.

(SIGHS)

I can't believe how perfect this is.

Look. What do you think?

Am I the picture of a doctor's wife, or what?

I don't know what to say.

You hate it.

You hate my hat. You hate my hair.

No, no, it's the broach. Here, wait a minute.

-Try this one. It was my grandmother's. -That's so beautiful.

-It will be perfect. -You think my broach is tacky?

This will make it perfect. Don't worry about it.

-Thank you. -Everything will be all right.

(SINGING) A doctor, a doctor

l can't believe l'm marrying a doctor A doctor

(CONTINUES SINGING INDISTINCTLY)

It's for you. It's your agent.

You're leaving? Just like that?

I have to. It's a lead. A lead!

It's my chance to come back from the dead.

-What about the baby? -I'll be back for that. I told you that.

Look, do you want this?

-I can't really wear... -No.

-All right. What about the broach? -No, I won't let you do this.

-What? -Just waltz in and make a mess

and leave it for me to clean up.

I don't know what you're talking about. I told you I would clean up the room.

I'm talking about Richard, your fiancé.

You're heartless. You are really heartless.

You just used that poor man

-to get back on your feet. -I did not!

-You did, too! You did, too! -I did not!

Maybe I did.

But I didn't know I was, so it doesn't count.

(SIGHS)

Besides, I feel terrible about it, all right?

All right.

Then have the decency to tell him you're leaving.

Yeah, all right, I will.

Good.

But I was...

-I was just thinking. -Thinking what?

(SIGHS) I'm in a mad rush to get back to New York.

-I've got to go. -No.

-He's a very old friend of yours. -No.

-He'd take it coming from you. -No!

-He's your gynecologist! -No.

Hillary, please.

Please.

I can't face him.

She's gone?

It was the part of a lifetime, Richard. She just had to go.

I don't understand it.

Just yesterday she was telling me how she wanted to become a nurse.

Here. You might as well have this.

Oh, thank you. It's lovely.

It's...

Why don't we get together next week and have lunch and talk about it?

-Sure, sure. -Really? You mean it?

You're perfectly welcome to come inside.

No, thanks, Hillary. I really should get going.

-Take out that whole section there. -CC: John?

Hi, CC.

Gee, you haven't changed a bit.

Neither have you.

You look great.

When my agent

told me it was you who wanted me for this show, I...

I just couldn't believe it.

Why me?

Well, I heard you weren't busy.

(LAUGHS) I bet.

You're the only person with enough talent to play the part.

So you'll do it, even though I'm the director?

-Sure, I'll do it. -You will?

Mmm-hmm.

Business is business.

So, rehearsals start Monday?

1 0:00 sharp.

Thank you.

HILLARY: What do you mean, you can't?

-Some people are afraid of snakes. -Snakes?

What does that have to do with anything?

I'm afraid of blood.

I'm afraid of death.

I can't even stand to hear someone say "mucous membrane."

-You were going to be my partner. -I've made a terrible mistake.

I should have known you'd do something like that!

This isn't the first time!

CC: What are you saying?

The time you left me waiting in the lobby of The Plaza Hotel

and you never showed up.

I cannot believe you're bringing that up again!

It was the most inconsiderate thing anyone's ever done to me.

I told you a million times what happened.

I went to the Iranian Queen for a pedicure.

His manic-depressive boyfriend stole my purse with everything in it!

-CC. -Richard.

Hi. Congratulations. I hear your play is a success.

Oh, yeah, yeah. Thanks. I hear you're getting married.

-Hillary told me she's quite beautiful. -Thank you.

She also says she's very

(GASPS)

You're going to stay, aren't you?

How'd I get in here?

(GROANS)

-(CC HITS FLOOR) -NURSE: Miss Bloom, are you all right?

(PANTING) Somebody! Anybody!

You gotta be joking!

-(PANTING QUICKLY) -(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(WHISPERS) CC.

Wake up. Ceece?

-Is it over? -Yes.

-What is it? -It's a girl.

It's a beautiful little girl.

Oh.

She's so beautiful.

This is the most important moment of my entire life.

(SIGHS)

Look at her.

She's very smart.

(CRYING SOFTLY)

I do not fear the Wizard of Evil

for I am Princess Opgel,

and even he cannot resist my powers.

I know he locked Prince Charlie in the tower...

HILLARY: Victoria Cecilia, are you in bed yet?

Yes, Mom.

And she goes to rescue the princess.

And she goes up the slimy steps,

and meets the Wizard, and she kills...

The Wizard of Evil shows up unexpectedly,

and he grabs the princess.

He puts her into a deep, deep sleep

for at least eight hours, I hope.

Come on. Let me pull the bed down.

Just 1 0 more days till school's out.

You know what? I can't wait, too.

I don't know about you, but I am exhausted.

-Love you. -Love you.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(LAUGHS)

-Good night. -Good night.

(SINGING) Pouncer, Pouncer The wonder cat

l'm so glad you're not a rat

Or a bat or too fat Pouncer, Pouncer the wonder cat

Victoria, it's time for dinner.

CC: Dear Favorite Lawyer, that was great advice you gave me.

l held out, and they had to outbid

two other record companies to keep me.

So l get to do another album, and l'm going to pick music that l like.

You are the greatest. Love, Ceece.

But, Mom, you said I could.

You can invite Melissa the last week in August, but not before.

But I thought she could stay the whole month. I already told her.

Then "untell" her. I want this summer to be peaceful.

I can't shake this flu. I'm tired.

I don't want to spend my time taking care of other people's children.

Understood?

But who will I play with?

The same children you've played with every summer since you were born,

the ones who live there.

(BREATHING HEAVILY) I'm late!

I'm sorry, puss. I'm just so tired.

I'm very tired.

You're always tired.

(STARTS ENGINE)

Hey.

CC: Thanks a lot. Okay. DRIVER: Bye-bye.

-Hi, Frank. Gorgeous night, isn't it? -It certainly is.

By the way, I want to congratulate you for winning the Tony.

-Wasn't that something? -Oh, yeah.

-Did you like my speech? -Yeah.

I didn't mean a word.

Did you see those three other broads gnashing their teeth?

-Yeah. -(LAUGHS) It was great, wasn't it?

-What's this for? -It'll keep you honest.

-Congratulations on the Nordoff case. -Thanks.

-Hillary, do you have a minute? -Just. I'm due in court now.

Well, the attorney from the drug company called me this morning.

-They want to settle out of court. -I bet they do. Forget it.

You're being stubborn.

I'm not stubborn. I'm right.

Look, I respect you, we all respect you,

but get off your moral high horse and...

Going to court is not going to solve a thing.

It's just going to complicate a simple financial deal

between your client and mine.

Hillary? Hillary, you all right?

-Hillary, you all right? -(GASPING) Can't breathe.

-What's the matter? -She can't breathe. She can't breathe.

-I don't know what's going on. -Oh, my God. Call a doctor, somebody!

LAWYER: Do you know CPR? WOMAN: No, I don't.

-Honey, what can we do for you? -Maybe she's a diabetic.

I don't know. What is it? Call 91 1 ! Call a doctor!

(SIRENS BLARING)

DOCTOR: Technically, it's called viral cardiomyopathy.

What that means to you

is that she will suffer from shortness of breath, fatigue, dizziness.

VESTA: Do you mean all the time?

DOCTOR: I'm afraid so.

You see, this virus attacks the heart and damages the muscle.

I don't know how disciplined she is now,

but she's gonna have to change her lifestyle.

With proper rest and medicine, we can slow down the deterioration.

-Hi, puss! -Hi, Mom.

Come here. Give me a kiss. I missed you so much.

Missed you, too.

What are you doing here alone?

Aunt Vesta's outside talking to the doctor.

-Oh. -Are you okay?

Sure, I am. I'm gonna be home at the end of the week.

-Really? -Yeah.

Good! What's this?

See? It's how the doctor can tell what's wrong with me.

-What is wrong with you, anyway? -I caught a virus.

In your heart?

Who told you that?

I heard the doctor say it to Aunt Vesta.

Yes, I caught a virus in my heart.

And you caught three new freckles.

-You've been busy, haven't you? -Yeah. What's their names?

-Ellen, Betty Ann and Benji. -What color are they?

CC: (SINGING) Broken windows and empty hallways

Hi, I was wondering if you could help me.

I want to see everything you have on a heart disease called cardiomyopathy.

ln a sky streaked with gray

Let me look that up for you.

Human kindness

Viral cardiomyopathy.

ls overflowing

And l think it's gonna rain

Today

Scarecrows dressed

ln the latest styles

With frozen smiles

To chase love away

Human kindness

ls overflowing

And l think it's gonna rain

Today

Lonely

So lonely

Tin can at my feet

l think l'll kick it down the street

That's the way to treat

A friend

Bright before me

The signs implore me

Help the needy

And show them the way

Human kindness

ls overflowing

And l think it's gonna rain

Today

(MOWING)

CC: Hillary, I want to help.

I came all the way from New York. Just tell me what we have to do.

I've chosen medication and rest.

But that's not very aggressive, Hillary.

There's lots they can do for the heart nowadays.

Sure, I'm on a list for a donor, but it's unlikely with my tissue type.

But you will get better?

Look at it this way,

I'll never have to take another aerobics class.

Why do you always go to those crappy jokes, Hillary?

I mean, I feel lousy enough as it is.

These are nice.

I better put them in water before they die. I mean, wilt.

-CC. -What?

I still want to take Victoria to the beach house for the summer,

and we can't go alone.

No, of course not.

Well, don't worry about it. I'll hire you a nurse.

No, it's all right. We can...

I'll do that myself.

Better put those in water before they die.

(LAUGHING)

-Where did you get this? -Get what?

This is great.

This picture of us in Atlantic City.

Victoria found it in a box.

Look at us.

I always hated my hair.

(LAUGHS) What a pair.

Well,

now that I finished my record,

I'm free for a while.

Maybe I should go to the beach with you instead of a nurse.

I'd like that.

Yeah.

Sure.

I set the alarm on your wristwatch

so we'd know what time to give you your pills.

-Are you okay? -Yeah. Why?

-Well, you made a noise. -I did not make a noise.

-I distinctly heard you make a noise. -I did not make a noise.

What are you doing? What are you doing?

I'm just helping you into the car.

-Yeah, I still have the use of my legs. -I was just being helpful.

Victoria, get in the car.

I always sit in the front with you.

CC's driving, so you have to sit in the back.

Will you sit in the back with me, Mommy?

There's not enough room.

When we get there, will you go swimming with me?

I can't, but CC will. Won't you, Ceece?

-Yeah, sure. I love the water. -(CLOSES DOOR)

(SCOFFS) Never mind. I'll go by myself.

Hey!

(TUGGING ON SEAT BELT)

You pull gently. You just reach back, and you pull gently.

Thank you. Be my guest, all right?

Who said I wanted to go swimming anyway?

It was your idea.

All right, are we ready?

-Yes. -We're off!

VICTORIA: You lose again, CC.

CC: I'm fed up with this geography stuff.

Let's sing.

(SINGING) You are my sunshine My only sunshine

ALL: You make me happy when skies are gray

You'll never know, dear how much l love you

Please don't take my sunshine away

The other night, dear as l lay sleeping

(ALARM BEEPING)

(TURNS OFF ALARM)

l dreamed l held you in my arms

But when l woke up l was mistaken

And l hung my head and l cried

TOM: Hi, Victoria! Are you staying all summer?

VICTORIA: Mom, the Halen family's here! Hi, Tom!

What a place.

Well, that's the end of it. This is the last piece in the trunk.

-That doesn't go there. -Well, where does it go?

There.

Okay, Your Highness?

-Are you staying all summer? -It looks like it.

Why?

To help your mother.

She doesn't need any help. She has me.

Mom!

-What? -CC's towel is on the floor.

Well, pick it up.

If I leave my towel on the floor, you always make me pick it up myself.

HILLARY: She's a guest, honey.

(SIGHS)

Happy, dear?

(SLAMS DOOR)

(HITS HEAD AGAINST WALL)

-Hi, Victoria! -Hi, kids!

-Hi, Heather! Hi, Brigitte! -Victoria!

Continue making the castle. I'll be back to check your work.

-She's so bossy. -Yeah.

I think Pouncer's getting hungry. You should probably bring him in.

We have the same hands.

You're right. We do.

We have exactly the same hands.

(SIGHS)

-Come on, Pouncer. -(MEOWS)

-Come on. -There.

-CC: Hillary, what are you doing? -I'm looking for a picture.

The one of my mother. It's...

I have to find it. I can't remember her hands.

I can't remember.

Her hands?

(PANTING)

I'm so scared, CC.

I'm just so scared.

We'll find it. We'll find it.

It's just gonna take a minute, that's all.

Here's one.

(SIGHS) That's it.

Thank you.

CC: Come on, you know the words.

VICTORIA: I can't. There's too many people.

Who's watching? What's the matter?

You think we're gonna get arrested?

People pay me to do this.

You ought to come see me work sometime.

-Could I? -Of course you can.

I'll tell your mommy. Okay, you ready?

(SINGING) First you put your two knees close up tight

Then you swing 'em to the left and you swing 'em to the right

You step around the floor kind of nice and light

And then you twist around and twist around with all of your might

Spread your loving arms way out in space

Then you do the eagle rock with style and grace

Put your foot way out and bring it back

And that's what l call ballin' the jack

CC: (LAUGHING) Very good. Very good.

Take our bow. Thank you.

-(SIGHS) That was great. -Very nice. Very nice. Bravo! Bravo!

(PHONE RINGING)

CC: Hello? Hold on. I'll see if she's here.

Hillary, it's for you.

I'm not here.

Victoria, tell them she's not here.

You make me say that to all your friends.

They're gonna think I'm holding you prisoner.

I don't care what they think.

We're going down to the dock later to buy some lobsters.

-You want to come? -No, I can't walk that far.

I'm gonna drive.

I'd rather not.

Okay, then, why don't you get dressed and sit outside on the beach with us?

I'm happy here.

It's a beautiful day.

Okay, stay in.

But will you at least... Will you at least get out of those pajamas?

You've been in them for over a week!

So what? Who the hell are you, the clothes police?

Just leave me alone, okay?

That's all I want, to be left fucking alone!

Hillary, I'm sorry to keep on you, but I know how hard this is for you.

No, you don't. You don't know what this feels like at all.

I'm the one who won't live to see my daughter grow into a woman,

who won't be able to protect her from the world.

And I hate that she'd rather be with you,

who has energy, who is fun.

You told me to play with her!

I know I did, but I didn't know it was gonna make me feel like this!

I don't want it to be over with yet.

So you don't understand what this feels like, all right?

You're still in the land of the living.

Well, so are you.

You're not dead yet, so stop living as if you are!

(DOOR SLAMS)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

-That's wonderful. -Thank you.

All right now, tell us the truth.

l want you to pull out all the stops on this.

We know the performer.

Who's the person? Who is CC Bloom?

(GROANS) Don't do it. Don't do it.

CC OVER TV: Lila, l can't tell you how many times

l've asked myself that very same question.

She's gonna do it.

First and foremost, l would have to say

that CC feels things deeply.

CC is a deeply feeling person,

and because of this, is deeply emotional.

CC OVER TV: Do you understand?

Can these two things exist separately?

Well, l'd... l'd love to explore this duality,

but l'm afraid we've just run out of time.

But thank you so much forjoining us on Star Talk.

My pleasure, my pleasure.

And thank you forjoining me on Star Talk.

And until next week, this is Lila Lake saying...

(IN UNISON WITH LILA) Don't judge, keep sharing.

-What did you think? -I think you sounded kind of dumb.

(LAUGHS)

Shut the darn thing off.

(VICTORIA TURNS OFF TV)

-Hi, Mom. -Hi, puss.

Sit here.

I thought I'd help with dinner. What are we having?

-Beans. -Beans?

Would you braid my hair, Mom?

Sure. Come here.

-(CHILDREN PLAYING) -(DOG BARKING)

(SIGHS) Crap.

-Ah! Gin and game. -I don't believe it.

-As usual. -Oh! You're driving me...

-You will never beat me at cards. -You kill me.

-Never. -You just kill me.

(CHUCKLING SOFTLY) You know, it's really been a great summer.

We have had some laughs, haven't we?

You know what I was thinking about last night?

Remember that first Christmas we had at the loft?

I was remembering those stinking Christmas carols.

-What Christmas carols? -"What Christmas carols?"

The Christmas carols you forced me to sing every night.

-You know what? -What?

You really do stretch the truth. You know that?

TOM'S MOTHER: Out of the way, kids. We're trying to pack.

We're going home tomorrow.

But guess what?

I'm going to Los Angeles to see a CC Bloom concert.

Can I be your date?

TOM'S MOTHER: Goodbye, Hillary!

Bye!

Goodbye, CC, and thanks for the autograph.

I gotta go make lunch for Victoria.

"Stretch the truth." What crust.

Listen.

I know everything there is to know about you,

and my memory is long.

My memory is very, very long.

(CC CHUCKLES)

I'm counting on it.

(ENGINE ROARING)

VICTORIA: Why does a squirrel make its nest so high up?

HILLARY: So nobody can touch it.

(VICTORIA LAUGHS)

Come on. I'll help you finish packing.

What do you mean? I'm already packed.

(CHUCKLES)

-What is all this stuff, huh? -My clothes.

You're only going to LA for two days.

Well, you never know what might come up.

And that?

Oh, I told CC I would learn her how to play.

Teach. And I think she's going to be too busy with her concert.

Next time.

Is the Hollywood Bowl really a bowl?

(LAUGHS) You'll see for yourself.

Now, get my brown carry-on bag.

It's in the top of the hall closet.

-That's all I'm taking? -Yep.

Now hurry. The cab will be here in less than five minutes.

Go on.

(MEOWS)

Come on, Pouncer. Get off the furniture.

Mom, the brown bag isn't in here.

The new maid must have moved it.

Mom!

Mom! Please get up. Please!

I don't know what to do! Please!

Help me!

Please get up, Mom! Please!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(MONITORS BEEPING)

It's time for Mrs. Fricker's shot.

Hillary Whitney.

(LABORED BREATHING)

(MONITOR BEEPING)

Hill?

(GASPS)

Hill.

Hi.

I waited for you.

I'm here now.

(GASPING) I want to go.

I don't want Victoria to see me here.

Are you sure? Are you really sure?

Absolutely.

Okay.

Who do I speak to about getting Hillary Whitney released?

Do you know how sick she is?

Yes, I know how sick she is, and so does she.

-She wants to go. -I don't think we can let her go.

I have to talk to the doctor in charge.

-(GASPS) -Oh, whoa, whoa

Oh-oh-oh

lt must have been cold there in my shadow

To never have sunlight on your face

You were content to let me shine

That's your way

You always walked a step behind

So l was the one with all the glory

While you were the one with all the strength

A beautiful face without a name

For so long

A beautiful smile to hide the pain

Did you ever know that you're my hero

And everything l would like to be?

l can fly higher than an eagle

For you are the wind beneath my wings

Did l ever tell you

You're my hero?

You're everything everything

l wish l could be

Oh, and l l can flyer higher

Than an eagle

'Cause you are the wind

Beneath my wings

Oh, the wind beneath my wings

You, you, you

The wind beneath my wings

Fly

So high against the sky

So high l almost touched the sky

Thank you, thank you

Thank God for you

The wind beneath

My wings

(RAIN PATTERING)

Victoria?

Honey,

(SIGHS) your shoes and socks are all wet.

Let's take them off before we get a cold. All right?

I was

just going through your mother's papers.

In her will, Victoria, she...

She said she wanted you to live with me,

but you don't have to if you don't want to.

Everybody wants you.

Aunt Vesta wants you. Everyone wants you.

Can I stay here in my house?

No.

Does my father know that she died?

I don't know.

I thought you didn't see him.

I know who he is. I saw him on the street twice.

I can call him if you want.

No.

Well, maybe... Maybe someday.

If you don't...

If you don't want to come with me, Victoria,

I will understand.

I'll understand.

I mean, I don't know what kind of a mother I'd make.

You wouldn't believe the things that go through my head sometimes.

And I'm very selfish, too.

I don't know what she was thinking of when she picked me.

Not that I don't want to do it.

There's nothing in the world I want more than to be with you.

You think about it.

CC?

If I go with you,

can I bring my cat?

(LAUGHS)

Of course you can bring your cat.

You can bring any old thing you want.

(MEOWING)

It's time to go, Victoria.

(DOOR CLOSES)

CC: (SINGING) You've got to give a little

Take a little

And let your poor heart break a little

That's the story of

That's the glory

Of love

You got to laugh a little

Cry a little

Until the clouds

Roll by a little

That's the story of

That's the glory

Of love

As long as there's the two of us

We've got the world and all its charms

And when the world is through with us

We've got

Each other's arms

You've got to win a little

Lose a little

Yes, and always

Have the blues a little

That's the story of

That's the glory

Of love

That's the story of

That's the glory of

Love

You know that song I just finished with?

Yeah.

I sang that song the day your mother and I met in Atlantic City.

We were just about your age.

-Did you know that? -Yes.

We met when I was under the boardwalk smoking a cigarette.

-You smoked when you were my age? -Yeah, sure.

-What else did you do? -Whatever they told me not to.

-(GIGGLES) -Anyway...

I just finished doing the Sammy Pinkers Kiddie Show,

and I was trying to get some peace and quiet under the boardwalk steps,

when I saw this prissy little girl wandering around.

YOUNG HILLARY: Be sure to keep in touch, CC. Okay?

YOUNG CC: Well, sure. We're friends, aren't we?

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

(SLOW POP SONG PLAYING)

Fly

Fly away

You let me fly so high

Oh, fly

Fly

Fly high against the sky

So high l almost touched the sky

Thank you, thank you

Thank God for you

The wind beneath my wings