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Good evening.
I'm Helen Mirren, and you're watching
"Documentary Now!", Season 52.
In 1970, Broadway legends Simon Sawyer and Howard Pine
allowed filmmaker R.C. Baumgartner
to document the cast recording of their brand-new musical.
We give you the joy, the pain, and the music of "Co-Op".
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Season 3, Episode 3 Sync and corrections by FunnyFunk
[Horn honks]
[Band playing]
Hey, Dave.
Barbara, Alby and I accidentally grabbed each other's cases again.
Look, I need my trumpet.
- How many channels are we recording on? - Seven.
So we're definitely gonna need more than that.
Pbbbth.
At the co-op
It's beaux arts under scaffolding
The co-op
- Well, we had had such an enormous hit... - Huge.
...with "Has Anyone Ever Told You That You'd Look Better As A Brunette?",
which at the time was the longest title ever on Broadway,
though of course now everyone's copied it.
So what next? And then it hit us.
We were walking along 82nd and Third Avenue, which...
God and everyone else on Earth knows how beautiful that block is...
large, white, practical apartment buildings, and one of us said...
You said it. I did not say it.
"There must be 200 units of apartments in that co-op,
and that is 200 different stories,"
and we both thought there's a show in that.
I actually said, "That's not a good idea for a show".
Alright, this is it, people.
Settle.
"Co-Op"... take one.
At the co-op
It's Beaux-Arts under scaffolding
Co-op
The staff can't do anything
Co-op
But they might still strike this spring
That's the gossip at the mail drop
Here in our co-op
Whose package is this?!
Something from Overnight Insulin Emergency Providers?
Going once, twice?
Nope? Okay, garbage time.
Bye, bye, box!
Co-op
Why's the water shut off today?
Co-op
The super just walked away
Co-op
I'd rather squat in a loft than stay in this
One-stop flop
Called a co-op
22 floors and a roof deck that's off-limits
A 160 units managed by a staff of dimwits
We pay a king's ransom for a one-bedroom tomb
But you can sort of see the Chrysler from the window
In your room
The window in your room
And you don't own any land, just a box in the sky
- Yeah, yeah, yeah
- The neighbor's cooking kasha
- Yeah, yeah, yeah
- And your other neighbor died
Moving here felt lucky, but that time is forgot
But you'll never give up your spot
At the co-op
Our blessed co-op
Wow. Well, that was a hell of a good first take.
Let's move on. Okay.
Please let everybody know it's closed.
- You want me to do that? - Please.
Uh, okay. Uh, before we move on,
uh, Howard and Simon have a note.
Oh, you can...
Or, um...
a factoid, I guess.
This show, "CO-OP: The Musical", has been closed.
And I can tell by the look on all of your faces
that you didn't read the reviews that came out today,
and therefore were not able to, uh, anticipate this news,
but... but it... it is closed.
It's... it's, uh, it's over.
It's... it's not... it's... it's all done.
[All whispering]
Okay, we're back from the break.
I said "take 20", it's now half past,
so Larry, I want to go right into your number.
Larry? Put the coffee down.
Let's focus!
Alright. Come on. Come on!
Let's do this thing.
Orchestra? Always accelerando, okay?
But never beyond allegro.
That's no comment on all of you, obviously.
Hey, I speak Italian, capiche?
Oh, you read the Times.
So you think I can't sing fast, huh? [Bleep] critics.
This is why I don't read this shit because...
because it's beneath my vision.
L-Like this one, like this one.
"In his show-stopping solo 'Christmas Tips',
Mr. Lonson provided the night's only dramatic moment...
that is, with this actor so clearly out of breath
by the first stanza be able to finish the fast-paced song
or would he suffer cardiac arrest on-stage?"
Okay? Allegro? Presto. Fasto.
Huh? Huh?
I'll... I'll show you breath control.
Benedict: "Christmas Tips". Orchestra!
Man and Woman: Hello Robbie.
Hello.
Welcome home Mister and Mrs, what is this?
I'll tell you, this is just a package I've been holding
It's addressed to Mrs. Goldstein
What a co-op, what a lobby
Every slob is acting snobby
But you take a tip from Robbie
You should tip your doorman
The holidays are merry
All the secrets that I carry
One slip of the lip is scary
'Cause tomorrow you're not married
I open the door
Give kids high fives
One, two, three
I open the door
And I watch your lives
And the things you do
So you better tip me
'Cause I watch your lives
Mr. Adams, Mrs. Eve
This is your gift I do believe?
A tree planted in Tel Aviv?
For your marriage, I now grieve
You see only him, and me know
Back when you were getting chemo
That nurse who was Filipino
Got knocked up with a bambino
And he sent them off to Reno
You should have tipped me better
At least $100 and a sweater
Make it cashmere, there's a letter
From the nurse that would upset her
- And breath. - Full breath.
I open the door
Give kids high-fives
One, two, three
I open the door
And I watch your lives
Your private lives
Co-op, cooperate with me-eeee
[Panting]
Alright?!
That's how you do allegro.
It's a New York soap opera
One I've seen before
It's a New York soap opera
Open, close the door
Hi, Judy. Hi, Dee Dee.
Uh, you've been doing something wrong
for about three weeks, and it's been annoying me.
I want to talk to you about it right now.
- Uh, let's see here. - Okay?
Uh, bah, bah, bah, bah.
"It's a New York soap opera,
and for love stay tuned".
It's a New York soap opera, and for love stay tuned
It's a New York soap opera, and my heart is ruined
No. "Rooned".
And my heart is... what?
"Rooned". The word is "Rooned".
- "Ruined". - "Rooned".
- I'm... - R-U-I-N-E-D.
There's only one way to say it. "Rooned".
Ru-in-ed.
Okay, supposing I asked you, in the past tense,
how did you kill a whale?
- Is this a riddle? - No.
It's a simple question. How do you kill a whale?
I'm really intimidated by you right now.
You harpoon it, right?
Now say that in the past tense.
- "Harpoon-ed". - Right.
Now take off the "H" and the "A" and "R".
- "Pooned". - Now switch that "P" with an "R".
- "Rooned". - Yeah.
You've got it now. It's a New York...
Soap opera and for love stay tuned
It's a New York soap opera, and my love is... is rooned
Perfect. Now she's gonna say "harpooned" on this take, but that's not my fault.
Okay. This was a good exercise. Hi, Judy.
Hi.
Hope to see you at our holiday party tonight, Joe.
Holiday party?
God, no.
Hark the herald angels sing
Glory to the newborn king
Peace on Earth and mercy mild
God and sinners reconciled
[Music tempo increases]
If I'm being honest, it was all very harrowing
When the invite came for an evening of caroling
I don't like singing, I'm not much for conversation
And the combo of the two gave me such hesitation
I took a little something just to dull all the edges
Either that or I was certain to be jumping off the ledges
I'm really quite sorry, but I'm going to admit it
I'm really so sorry, if I could I would quit it
But the fact of the matter is I did a little cocaine tonight
God rest ye merry gentlemen
Let nothing you dismay
Remember Christ our savior was born on Christmas Day
I'm trying to relax but instead I keep finding
That I'm sweating from my brow
And my teeth won't stop grinding
And my mouth is as dry as the sand of the Sahara-y
So I miscalculated and I chugged down a sherry
The whole room is spinning and I want to take a knee
But instead I'll sneak a bump as I hide behind the tree
I'm really very sorry that I can't stop talking
I'm so very sorry for my chirping and my squawking
But the fact of the matter is I did a little cocaine tonight
Oh, man, here comes Ann
She's the athlete from 12G
She's the knees of the bees
Always making eyes at me
It would seem such a dream
If I asked her for a dance
But I just blew a rail and I'm gonna shit my pants
- Hey, Ann, I'm Joe but of course you know
- Hey there, Joe, yes, Joe, I know
- I don't know why I'm telling you so
- I was just about to go
- I just got here and grabbed a beer
- I'm partied out without a doubt
- Are people singing or is it clear
- When it comes to singing I can do without
- You look stunning, is your nose running
- Truth be told I have a cold
- I can get a tissue if it's an issue
- Oh, hell, I'm lying there's no denying
If I come clean don't start a scene
But in this moonlight, you're such a sight
That it just feels right to admit I did
A little bit of cocaine toniiiiiight!
- Do you have more? - I can get some.
This will be take one of "My Home Court".
And we're gonna get the dialogue
before the orchestra comes in, please?
Yes, right. So in this part of the show, Dee Dee's character
is trying to get an apartment in the building.
Right, so she's before the co-op board,
but to her, she's just one of the tenant's tennis coaches.
- Hmm. - So it's a... it's a wish song.
It's also a co-op board meeting.
It's a fantasy fulfillment song like.
"My Boy Bill" in "Carousel", which is a flawed show,
but it's still an "I want that" number.
Yes. It's also an "application for an apartment" number.
It's a "bureaucratic apartment
co-op board fantasy fulfillment" song.
Okay, let's roll!
Dee Dee, darling, when you're ready.
Norman: Thanks for the lesson today, Ann.
Be sure to ice that tennis elbow.
Say, do you know where the co-op board meets?
In the multi-purpose room. Why? Are you lost?
No. I have a meeting...
to be approved!
I'm a pro down at the bubble
I teach tennis for my pay
I don't mean your board much trouble
But may I join this game of doubles?
Can I play if I can pay?
You'll have questions with some top spin
And my answers may be lobs
But if you serve then I will volley
And we'll rally tilt its folly
And I'll earn 8K's key fob
The world out there is made of only grass and clay
Gimme concrete, be a sport I can conquer on that court
That apartment my home court
I can picture that studio fitted out
With my style
A brown and beige kinda mood, you know
And metro-hex Green tile
A framed Navratilova hangin' just above the sofa
And the brown and the beige and the brown and the beige
And the brown
There's a nude by Avedon just above the toilet
A naked guy with pubic hair and he's sort of...
I won't spoil it
The right erotic art
Says I'm sexual but smart
And the brown and the beige and the brown and the beige
And the brown
I'm gonna make a life up there
And the brown and the beige and the brown and the beige
With floor to ceiling teak
And the brown and the beige and the brown and the beige
It's a palace of 500-square
But it's Polynesian chic
Don't think it's an insane wish
That my chairs be winged and Danish
And the brown and the beige and the brown and the beige
And the brown
I'm laying my dreams on you
I already bought a fondue
And the brown and the beige and the brown and the beige
And the beige and the brown
With the brown and the beige and the brown and the beige
And the Brown!
Brown!
What a night, huh?
It's you guys I feel sorry for.
I mean, you know, you got to sit here and memorize these songs, these notes.
Jesus, look at all that.
You know, but I think we got it.
How am I? I'm good.
You know, I mean these things... they come and go,
but you guys... you're the artists.
I can pull the wool over the audience's eyes,
but you're there every night. It's your...
your opinion that I trust.
Am I bad at singing and acting?
Benedict: This is "I Gotta Go", take one.
Look at me, Cinderella
Stroke of midnight
Footmen? Gone.
My glass slippers?
Now they're Merrells
And Prince Charming?
He's just Ron
Spell is broken
Unenchanted
Sheets are soiled
Linens she picked up at Bloomies
For a marriage that I spoiled
I got to go, I got to go
God damn it.
Benedict: Okay, okay, hold a moment.
- I got to go! - I said "hold a moment", please.
Patty: Benedict, I've been here for 12 hours.
Let me just remind you.
I was supposed to sing at the beginning.
I was denied that opportunity again and again.
Now I have to go, so let's just do this,
and I'll try to do my best.
It... it... the whole thing is flaccid.
It's like a buoyancy, you know?
I agree. [Sighs]
Uh, Patty, once more from the top, please.
I got to go, I got to go
God damn it.
I got to hail a pumpkin coach
Aah!
"I Got to Go", take 11.
Patty: Benedict, just so we're clear,
earlier, many times, I mentioned
I had an eye-doctor appointment to get my eye scraped.
I have already taken the medication,
and it's ripping through my system,
so we need to be brisk with this.
Let's just do it.
And I got to go
I should do better or different than this
No [bleep] kidding.
"I Got to Go", take 15.
"I Got to Go", take 20.
I've got to go
Aah!
I got to hail a pumpkin coach
- [Bleep] sake. - Take 22.
I want to go
I want to go to the eye doctor now
As previously stated, you pompous beta males
"I Got to Go", take 27.
You know what? I'm just gonna go.
I hope you all have terrible lives.
Thank you. Wonderful job, orchestra.
And I worry we pushed her too far.
Actors have a point where over-noting
can almost hurt the performance.
Listen, she'll be back, and she'll be great.
If there's two things I know, it's women
and exactly what's going to happen in the future.
[Instruments tuning]
So I got to go
If I don't go, I'm gone
My life's past midnight
I got to go
Where there's breakfasts and crosswords
And "see ya tomorrow"s after the night
I got to go, I got to, I got to go
The world is a question
This room is an answer
And the answer is no
I got to go, I got to be free
Me!
Donna Bloom!
Oh!
Simon: Patty, honey, it's Simon.
You took that right off the page, and you made it soar.
Patty, Patty, come in here. We want you to listen to this.
C-Come listen inside.
Oh, the poor girl, she's blind as a bat.
[Instruments clattering]
Alright. The moment we've all been waiting for.
The last song.
This is the last song of "Coop".
- "Co-Op". - "Co-Op"!
- "Co-Op". - "Co-Op". Excuse me.
It has been a long 24-hour recording session,
and you all got terrible reviews,
and the show is closed, but you know what?
Let it go. That's my gift to you.
Simon: And we need to clear the space.
That's right. Poco's coming in to record an album, so we got to move fast.
Simon, was there anything you wanted to say?
When you lean into a rhyme,
you shatter the conversational tone of the lyric.
It's like nails on a blackboard to me, and I love you all.
Beautiful. Alright. Let's roll tape.
Five, six, seven, eight...
Excuse me! Wait! Damn it, kid!
You pushed my buttons.
You literally pushed every elevator button.
Awful lot of spunk, what a little punk
Hits every goddamn floor, runs out the door
I knew that that kid stunk
From one look at birth
I knew this day would come
Now he's a hoodlum
Going down?
We are going up
Are you certain?
Yep
Adam Klein, that prick pulled a little trick
Ugh, when will he grow up?
Kids like that don't grow up, no
They shoot up and die!
Man, you're an angry guy
I know
All I ever wanted was to not be a doorman
Maybe play for the Yankees
Or be wealthy in general
But we don't get what we want
So we must love what we get
Would you like to go out socially?
Uh, down?
No, we're going up
Some [bleep] kid pushed every floor
But come and ride because it's merrier with more
Yes, we're going up
Up to the penthouse in the sky
All 'cause little Adam Klein's a shitty guy
Yes, we're going up
Moving?
Moving so to speak
Not to be oblique
But the truth is I live somewhere else
It's unique
Til today I was lately a home-wrecking sneak
It was pretty bleak
Going down?
Ha! Here's the bastard now.
- Jesus Christ! - Have you any shame?
- Oh, my God.
- This the guy that cheats?
And I've the receipts
And his tipping is lame
Does the whole co-op suddenly know my affairs?
Care to take the stairs?
Ha, the stairs.
Yeah, right, I hate the stairs.
I mean, going down them isn't the worst, but going up...
Stairs in either direction is a nightmare.
God, I love elevators.
God, I love this co-op.
All: Me, too!
Me, three!
Yes, we're going up!
Co-ops crudely cooperate
It's a hassle, but still somehow kind of great
So we're going up
In this rising purgatory
Checking in on everyone and every story
Yes, we're going up
And the brown and beige and the brown and the beige
- And the brown.
- Yes, we're going up!
And the brown and beige and the brown and the beige
And the brown and beige and the brown and the beige
Co-op, I love you!
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