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♪ Will lead you to my blue heaven ♪

♪ You'll see a smiling face ♪

♪ A fireplace

♪ a cozy room

♪ a little nest

♪ that's nestled where the roses bloom ♪

♪ Just Molly and me

♪ and my baby makes three ♪

♪ We're happy in my blue heaven ♪

That's pretty lousy.

Maybe it will sound better tonight

with colored lights.

We got a visitor from the outside world where they shave.

Who let you in?

I let myself in.

I'm red Nichols from Ogden, Utah,

your new cornet player.

You're late.

I'm sorry about that.

I've never been in New York before,

and I got mixed up with the subways.

Did you know the BMT comes up here

and the IRT doesn't?

Neither does the Chesapeake & Ohio.

You're the first to complain.

Get your chair.

You a sight man?

I can read anything that's written.

Go ahead, laugh. I found this kid in the desert.

He blows rings around you

and works at half the price.

The sweetest music ever heard.

I got a guy in a boiler factory

warming up for your job, Dorsey.

Ok, let's try it again.

Can I play a few notes

so I won't hit a clam?

Help yourself.

[Plays riff]

Are you ready, maestro?

From the top.

That means from here.

Don't take the IRT.

[baton taps]

You.

Where's that town you're from?

Ogden, Utah. Why?

Don't play that horn

so the folks back home can hear you.

You got a mute?

Well, use it all the time.

The thing is, Mr. paradise,

I play New Orleans style.

It's the newest thing.

I've got an arrangement of the very number...

Put that thing away. Sit down.

Can't you take some friendly advice?

Put that horn in your big mouth

and blow.

Welcome to paradise.

That's all right.

Pretty soon, you'll all be working for me.

Will you make up your mind?

The girls are waiting.

Look, I appreciate it. Don't get me wrong.

Who is this guy?

He works in the band.

There's a new trumpet player up in Harlem.

He's from New Orleans.

The boys are going up to hear him.

You can catch him anytime.

Frankly, Tony, I, uh...

I'd like to steer clear of chorus girls.

My mother gave me a note to a lady in Brooklyn.

This lady's got a daughter.

Naturally.

Brooklyn is solid mothers and daughters.

Every auto horn plays Mendelssohn's wedding march,

and Mendelssohn's driving the car.

I haven't even met the girl in Brooklyn.

You've got me married to her.

See how easy it is?

These Broadway frails... It's a different league.

Why are you doing all this?

You hardly know me.

I don't like anybody should be lonely.

I'm not lonely.

I got a big heart.

How much money you got on you?

$20, but that's room rent.

Forget about the room.

We may never have to get out of the car.

We'll drive up to Harlem,

catch the bugle,

then play by ear, all right?

Uh, b... B... B...

Ready, girls?

I don't think so.

Where's this guy come from?

He's from Ogden, Utah.

Utah? Is that in the union?

You wanted me to get you a date.

That's the Aaron slick from punkin'.

It's her date, not yours.

Why should I go out with some farm boy?

He's a nice guy.

Well, I guess I'm stuck.

Wait here. I'll be right back.

She's dying to go out with you.

I don't know how you do it.

Must be the smell of the silo.

What did you say his name is,

huckleberry Finn?

You can't leave him standing there.

Red, this is my girl Tommy Eden, a dancer.

This is Bobbie Meredith. She sings.

How... Doody, ma'am.

How do you do?

I've got to be home early.

That's all right, ma'am.

Ju... Ju... Just don't pay it no never mind.

You'll get home as early as you please.

I bet the cows back in Ogden loved you.

Well, ma'am, I didn't shake their hands.

That were a zinger, weren't it?

We'd better get in the car.

Boy, before the night's over,

I may poison him.

I'll toss you for it.

[Band playing jazz number]

Say, plowboy, are you sure you ever danced before?

Oh, yes, ma'am, lots of times.

With girls?

Well, when I couldn't get nothing better.

Ow!

Oh, now, look, look.

This may seem like some weird tribal rite,

but this is how the dance is usually done.

1, 2, 3.

1, 2, 3.

1, 2, 3.

1, 2, 3.

I think I've got it now.

Why, you...

Yes, ma'am.

Ow!

Set it right here.

I should have warned you.

This kid is hip.

We didn't order any tea.

Did you order... Maybe the girls...

This is tea like my mother made

for Sunday afternoons with the mafia.

90 proof.

It's in teacups in case of a raid.

Don't you think I know that?

Ever been in a speakeasy before?

Come on. I've been in dozens of them.

Here's mud in your eye.

A salute, goombah!

Yeah.

[Choking]

Oh, we got a real live one here.

Have some more tea, plowboy.

It just got...

Plowboy?

Ahem.

I'll show you plowboy.

Well, here's some more mud.

Oh!

Wood alcohol. I've gone blind!

They just turned out the lights.

That's all.

I was only kidding.

Don't you think I know that?

No.

Red, how about that bugle?

Like the music?

Next to my father,

that's the greatest trumpet I ever heard in my life.

Let's you drink to that.

[Playing won't you come home, bill Bailey?]

♪ Won't you come home, bill Bailey? ♪

♪ Won't you come home?

♪ I'm feelin' all alone ♪

♪ I'll do the cookin', darlin' ♪

♪ I'll pay the rent

♪ I know I've done you wrong ♪

♪ Now 'member that rainy Eve that I drove you out? ♪

♪ With nothin' but a fine... Tooth comb? ♪

♪ I know I'm to blame

♪ well, ain't that a shame? ♪

♪ Bill Bailey, won't you please come home? ♪

Ha ha ha!

♪ Yes, won't you come home, bill Bailey? ♪

♪ Won't you come home?

♪ I'm feelin' all alone ♪

Here you go, red.

♪ Won't you come home, bill Bailey? ♪

♪ Won't you come home?

♪ I'm feelin' ohh...

Shh!

It's all right, Mac.

♪ Won't you come home, bill Bailey? ♪

Won't you come home, bill Bailey!

♪ With nothin' but a fine... Tooth comb ♪

♪ I know I'm to blame ♪

♪ Now ain't that a shame? ♪

♪ Won't you come home, bill bai... ♪

Oh, he's changing weapons.

Where's my horn?

Red, don't start that.

They'll blow you right out of the room.

Aah.

Play one more chorus, boys.

Ha ha ha ha!

Will you play one more chorus, please?

What can I do for you?

I'd like to show you how to really play this thing.

You look a little shaky, son.

Better sit this one out.

We'll get to the volunteers later.

You don't believe I can play this, huh?

Well, I'd like to inform you

about one information piece of fact.

I happen to be the second... Greatest cornet player

in Ogden, Utah.

North Ogden or south Ogden?

Ha ha ha!

You don't think that's much, do you?

Well, my father happens to live there,

and he's the greatest cornet player in the whole world.

Ask anybody.

If he ain't Gabriel, you're in trouble. Play.

Where's the arrangement?

Arrangement?

Man, nobody write down dixieland.

You just let it happen.

Well, suppose it happens...

Suppose it happens great one time,

and you'd like it to happen exactly the same way.

What do you do then?

That's just like tapping a nightingale on the shoulder,

saying, "how's that again, Dickie bird?"

[Laughter]

Well, I write it down.

I've been writing it down since I was 13.

I've got it right here.

Here's the drum part right there.

Would you just hold this here? Thank you.

The, uh...

That's right there.

The... Right there.

The battle hymn of the Republic.

Maybe you better come back Sunday.

This prayer meeting ain't ready for that music.

Oh, just, uh, try to stay with me, huh?

Don't look back,

or you'll be trampled to death.

[Playing off... Key]

[Laughter]

I'm... Going to be very sick.

Excuse it, folks.

Somebody must have put alcohol in our liquor.

Feel better?

Where's my horn?

You feel better.

I wouldn't want anything to happen to this horn.

There's not another one like it in the entire world.

My father gave this to me.

You know, that tea we had before,

that's the first drink of liquor I ever had

in my whole entire life ever since I was born.

And I wish I hadn't been.

I'd never have guessed it, red.

While we're on the subject of confession,

I may as well tell you

that nobody in Ogden calls me red except me.

My name is Loring.

Oh...

I couldn't help it.

Actually, it's... Ernest Loring Nichols.

You're ashamed of all the wrong things.

You know what my real name is?

Willa.

What?

Willa. Willa Steutesman.

Willa what?

Steutesman.

Willa Steut... Steutesman?

Mm... Hmm.

Oh, you're kidding.

Mm... Mmm.

Willa?

Mm... Hmm.

Hi, Willa.

Hi, Loring.

You just take it easy.

I'll get your hat, and you can take me home.

Let's not wait for Tony.

You... You mean you want just me alone

to take you home with nobody else?

Mm... Hmm.

And remember...

It doesn't really matter that you'll never be

the world's greatest cornet player.

It doesn't really matter?

You don't believe me, either.

Oh, please.

Now, just wait here, Loring.

Just call me red.

[Plays the battle hymn of the Republic]

[Band joins in]

♪ Glory, glory

♪ hallelujah

♪ mmm, yes

♪ mmm, glory, man

♪ mmm, yes

♪ oh, yes

♪ oh, yes!

♪ Mmm, yes

♪ oh, yes ♪

[tempo picks up]

Yeah!

Yeah! Get that boy's license number.

He caught the nightingale.

And when I was 5,

I was playing carnival in Venice at church festivals.

Have you ever been at a church festival in Ogden, Utah?

I don't think so.

Well, you don't know what you've missed.

"And now, professor E.W. Nichols

"and the entire Nichols family orchestra,

"featuring master Loring Nichols, aged 5,

will play the carnival of Venice on the silver"...

You know, it was real silver, too.

My father's still got it, as a matter of fact.

[Singing carnival in Venice]

[Car horn honks]

Let me finish, honey.

♪ Ta da ta ta ♪

How much longer is the cab ride?

Oh, it's a long way to Brooklyn.

Good.

You live in Brooklyn?

Mm... Hmm.

And it's so late.

I know I'm going to catch it from my mother.

You have a mother?

Oh, sure.

It happens, even to show girls.

Brooklyn and mother.

[Car horns play wedding march]

Did you just hear what I heard?

What?

Never mind. You will.

[Wedding march plays]

Hey, goombah!

You had to go to Brooklyn, huh?

I told you so.

It's going to happen to you guys soon, too.

Hey, what's going on here?

Meet the blushing bride, my friend.

Willa and I just got married.

Who's Willa?

Me, Bobbie.

Well, good luck.

Say, could we have a little time off for the honeymoon?

Well, you get five minute breaks.

That's two choruses and a reprise.

Get out 43, 56, and 42.

Real sweet fella, isn't he?

Keep your mind on the music, will you?

Yeah. Don't worry about it.

Did you look over my arrangements?

If you want them, they're in the ashcan.

You trying to put me out of business with that dixieland?

What?

Look, I gave your tone... Deaf canary a job.

What else do you want?

Sit down, shut up, and blow.

Hi-ho, one and all.

And a very fond welcome

to the sweetest music ever played.

We're a little misty-eyed tonight.

Our own Loring "red" Nichols,

the finest cornet in the country,

has taken to himself a bride...

None other than the new addition to our happy family,

our society chanteuse,

the lovely miss Bobbie Meredith.

For our loving couple,

we dedicate our theme with all of our blessings.

♪ If you will hold my hand... ♪

Misty-eyed, huh?

I'll show him misty-eyed.

♪ And I will understand

don't do anything crazy.

We need him more than he needs us.

Aw...

♪ la la la la la loo ee ooh ♪

♪ With eyes afire

♪ I'll know your desire

♪ then a heavenly kiss

- ♪ I won't resist - [Brays]

♪ For you'll dim the lights ♪

- ♪ Mmm mmm mmm - [Brays]

♪ Then I will hold you tight ♪

- ♪ Ia la la la - [Cackles]

[Whistling]

[Whistling]

♪ I'll take you

♪ to pa... oh!

♪ To paradise ♪

[brays]

Hello.

Did you apologize to him like I asked you to?

Well, I, uh...

I had a little talk with him.

Well?

Well...

Uh, you wouldn't want me to stay in the band

if I weren't happy, would you?

Can you imagine another couple of months

of "one and all, I'm a little misty-eyed tonight"?

Oh, Loring, you didn't even try.

Yes, I did try, baby.

But he wouldn't listen to reason,

so I hit him in the eye and quit.

But we just got married!

I know.

Oh, well.

At least I still have a job.

I better tell you now, honey.

I hit him for both of us.

You what? Oh, Loring!

Well, I couldn't have my wife working for a guy like that.

Honey, stop worrying.

Soon he'll be working for me.

I don't even know you. You're a stranger.

My mother said you were unstable.

You do crazy things all the time.

No, I don't. Let's talk about that tomorrow.

After all, this is our wedding night.

It was all a mistake. A horrible mistake.

Bobbie, will...

Oof!

Bobbie!

What kind of a bridal suite is this anyway?

The doors lock!

You can sleep on the couch.

We'll both get a night's rest.

I don't want a night's rest.

Hello.

Here are your pajamas and your toothbrush.

Listen, I'll do anything you say.

I'll beg wil for the job

I'll play so softly, nobody will notice me.

No, you won't, Loring.

You know why you quit wil's band?

He didn't like your arrangements.

Now, isn't that true?

Well, what if it is?

Bobbie, I... listen.

If you don't even think of me on our wedding night,

what chance have I got on our anniversary?

[Knock knock]

Hello?

I forgot to give you the toothpaste.

Squeeze it under the door.

Bobbie.

Willa.

Oh!

Oh!

I'm sorry.

I'll apologize to the toothpaste, to anybody.

Go on.

Loring.

What?

Good night.

Good night.

Sleep tight.

Loring,

I've never slept in a bridal suite before.

Let me know what it's like.

How much did this suite cost you?

Will you stop that?

But I want to know.

$50.

But it's all right. We're using both rooms.

$50?

What a crazy thing to do.

Well, I wanted you to have the best.

A wedding night is something you want to remember

for the rest of your life.

I'll remember this one after I'm dead.

Where did you get the money?

What difference does it make?

But the money...

I... I hocked my horn after I got fired.

You what?

There's an all-night hock shop on 6th Avenue.

It's a public necessity

like the fire department.

Oh, Loring.

All the fellas do it when they run short.

But you told me there wasn't another horn like it in the world

and you wouldn't let it go for anything.

Well, I'm crazy. Ask your mother.

It's a lovely suite.

Hmm.

Here. Have an apple.

The manager sent it up,

free.

Thanks.

You know, you're going to make a terrible husband.

I'll never know from one minute to the next

what you're going to do.

That's all right. Neither will I.

Isn't it wonderful to be rich?

The Clicquot club Eskimos are on the air...

With a dog sled full of beverages

for your local grocer.

And to start the show off tonight,

here's that sensational hit

back home in Indiana.

♪ Back home again

woof woof!

♪ In Indiana

woof woof woof!

♪ In the fields I used to roam ♪

♪ When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash ♪

♪ Then I long for my Indiana home ♪

Woof woof woof woof!

Woof woof woof woof!

Woof woof woof woof!

Woof woof woof! Woof woof!

Awoo!

The sunflow pineapple company

presents the authentic Hawaiian music

of Sam Weiskopf and his romantic islanders.

[Hawaiian guitar plays back home in Indiana]

Huh huh huh huh!

[Blowing bubbles]

Huh huh huh huh!

Huh huh huh huh!

♪ Oh, Indiana

♪ home ♪

[audience laughing]

Presenting to you the samovar tea cossacks.

[Humming]

[Singing in fake Russian]

♪ In Indiana

♪ ay-ookh nyem

[singing in fake Russian]

♪ Ay-ookh nyem

[singing in fake Russian]

♪ On that Wabash

[singing in fake Russian]

♪ Indiana home

♪ ay-ookh nyem ♪

[audience laughing]

Yes!

[Plays fanfare]

The Canada dry mounties are on the air.

♪ Back home again

♪ hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah ♪

[echoing melody]

♪ In Indian... Hah hah hah hah ♪

♪ Ana

♪ in the fields ahh hah hah hah ♪

♪ Of new-mown

♪ hay-ay

♪ hah hah hah hah hah

♪ ahh ahhh ahh hah hah hah hah hah ♪

♪ Ahh ahhh ahh hah hah hah hah hah ♪

♪ Ahh ahhh ahh hah hah hah hah hah ♪

♪ Ahh ahhh ahh hah hah hah hah hah ♪

♪ Ohhh

[imitates horse whinny]

[Neigh]

Help!

- Oh! - Aah!

[Neigh]

[Plays the post call]

They warned me against this Nichols.

He'll never work again.

What about the horse?

[Neigh]

Murray, bring me a cup of coffee and some cheesecake.

Remember, no more credit.

Your husband promised to pay

when he got another job.

Salami could be out of style by then.

Bobbie, come on over and join us.

You know all the boys?

Jimmy Dorsey, Glenn Miller,

Artie Schutt, and Dave Tough.

Hi. Please sit down.

Well, I'm beat.

Been job hunting all day.

Nobody seems to be hiring society chanteuses.

Great day for it with this rain.

I tried calling red at the hotel.

You're not registered.

We've been living with my mother.

She loves him.

Bobbie, would you give these arrangements

back to red?

He wanted to cut some sides,

but he was vague about the salary.

He's going to float a bond issue.

Or toss us for it.

I can't stand cheesecake.

Lays on my stomach like a lump.

Red hasn't decided where to record.

I think it was a tossup

between the Yankee stadium and Carnegie hall.

Any of you bother to look at his arrangements?

Honey, come on. It's that dixieland.

You can't see the notes through the tall cotton.

Let me tell you stupid idiots something.

If Loring says he'll play in Carnegie hall

or has a new idea about music,

he'll bring it off

while you sit around in your rented tuxedos

blowing syrup out of your horns.

Bobbie...

Be quiet! My name's Willa.

I thought it was Bobbie.

You ought to be flattered he asked you to play.

He only wants the best, and so do I.

That's why I married him instead of anyone here.

I'm married.

Keep quiet!

Where's my check?

I'll take it.

No, you won't.

Put it on the bill.

Let him take it.

You didn't eat your cheesecake.

I can't. I don't feel well.

Told you, lays on your stomach.

Where can I get some cold water?

Back here... Ladies' lounge.

You feel all right, Bobbie?

Listen, please, don't say anything to Loring.

I wouldn't want to worry him.

Sure. He'll be the only one who ain't worried.

What's with her?

Been living on the moon?

Betcha it's her second month.

No, first.

5 bucks says it's the third.

I'll take the fourth.

This is becoming interesting.

Want to get in?

No. There aren't any good months left.

Aw, that poor kid.

Living with her mother.

Living with red. That's worse.

Fellas, here. Take a look at this.

[Humming back home in Indiana]

Hi, Murray.

A half corned beef sandwich on a seeded roll.

Trim all the fat off this time.

Why don't you eat your wife's cheesecake?

Why don't you get some new pickles?

[Humming]

Not bad, huh?

Nah, not bad. It's fine.

The notes are all great,

but the tempo is just deadly.

It's the first time.

But it's still two-beat.

You got to move it.

Let me do it with you once.

[Scat singing]

♪ Doo doo doo doo Dee Dee Dee Dee ♪

♪ Dit dit doo doo doo doo ♪

♪ Doo-be doo... Be doo-be doodle doodle ♪

♪ Doo-bop bop bop bop bop bop... ♪

Next week, Carnegie hall.

[Playing back home in Indiana]

[Playing dixieland jazz]

♪ Everybody grab a partner and ♪

♪ Just let yourself go

♪ follow that leader

♪ just follow that Joe

♪ he can teach you, he can reach you like ♪

♪ Nobody else can

♪ follow that leader just follow that man ♪

♪ If you do what he do, what he do, what he do ♪

♪ What he does

♪ you'll be really dancin' ♪

♪ Come on and take a chance in ♪

♪ Razz-a-matazz jazz

♪ butcher, Baker, candlestick maker are ♪

♪ All joinin' the clan

♪ so, pleege, colleege, or flappa ♪

♪ Or phi beta kappa

♪ just follow that, follow that ♪

♪ Follow that leader

- ♪ follow that, follow that leader ♪ - ♪ man

- ♪ man - ♪ follow that, follow that leader ♪

♪ Man

♪ bah-dum

ah!

He better take it easy with her,

or you'll lose the pool.

I don't think she's told him.

She hasn't told him yet?

♪ Follow the leader

♪ everybody, follow the leader ♪

♪ Everybody, follow the leader man ♪

Take it easy!

She's out of her mind.

Everybody, Peabody!

Change partners and Charleston!

Everybody, change partners!

You know something?

You know you're the prettiest girl at this prom?

Me? I'm an old married lady.

Never. Never happen.

We've got it beat, honey.

What do they call it?

Uh, companionate marriage, huh?

Carefree, gay, legal.

It's been wonderful.

And you know something?

If the band keeps going like this,

in a couple of years, we can settle down,

stop traveling,

and have a real, corny, old-fashioned family.

You mean it?

Absolutely.

We'll have a little golden-haired corny girl

and a corny little redheaded boy.

Loring, I went to the doctor the other day,

and he has a rabbit

that says I'm three months corny.

Oh, that's sweet, because-what?

Well, do you mind?

I mean, a rabbit knowing all about us?

No, I don't mind.

Honey, I, uh, uh,

if it's got to be, it's great,

but should you be dancing like this?

Oh, I feel fine.

But maybe you ought to lie down.

Slow down, honey.

No, I feel fine!

Maybe you ought to take some mineral oil or something.

Everybody, change partners!

I feel fine.

How can you feel fine when I'm nauseous?

I'll get you off the floor.

No, Loring.

Hey, look, uh...

Whoa!

Play a waltz! A minuet!

Stop the music!

Whoa!

Whoa! Whoa!

Bobbie, Bobbie, tell him about the rabbit!

Put her down!

Oh, stop it! Whoa!

Whoa!

Oh, Loring!

Oh, Loring, don't be silly.

I'm fine. Put me down.

I've got to sing the next number.

You're fired, both of you.

[Baby cries]

Does she really look like me?

What are you crying about?

I'm the one who has to go back

to the Canada dry mounties.

We've been waiting for you, Mr. Nichols.

How's my baby?

How are you?

Did you see the baby?

Yes, but I still love you.

Everything is going to be fine.

I'm going to find us

a little apartment in Brooklyn.

In Brooklyn?

Yeah.

What for?

To raise our daughter.

That's the best climate for daughters.

Yeah, but what about fathers?

You're opening in Pittsburgh on Friday.

Stop being concerned about it.

It's time I settled down.

I'm going to open right here...

Red Nichols and his one penny.

Oh, I got you something.

Kind of cute.

See? I caught him and had him stuffed.

That'll teach him to shoot his big mouth off.

No, Loring, I'm not going to let the baby

change our lives.

This is something you've wanted for so long

and worked so hard for.

As soon as the baby's strong enough,

we'll join you on that bus.

You can't give up the band.

You've got another mouth to feed.

I thought you were going to feed it.

I am, and I'll be very happy doing it,

and I want you to be happy.

I'm happy with...

Not barking for the Clicquot club Eskimos.

It isn't too bad.

- Loring. - What?

Deep down, what do you really want to do?

Have I told you how wonderful you are?

Not lately.

[Band plays]

[Baby cries]

Loring, stop it!

How do you expect Dorothy to sleep with that?

How do you expect us to sleep with that?

It's a lullaby called lullaby in ragtime.

I wrote it for her.

We know it's a lullaby,

but the baby doesn't.

Stop making it sound like the anvil chorus.

Fellas, you heard what the lady said, didn't you?

Let's play it pianin... pianinimissimo

and andanterini.

If any of you have had musical training,

you know what that means.

What does it mean?

Softly.

♪ Won't you play the music so the cradle can rock? ♪

♪ To a lullaby in ragtime ♪

♪ Sleepy hands are creepin' ♪

♪ To the end of the clock ♪

♪ Play a lullaby in ragtime ♪

♪ You can tell the sandman is on his way ♪

♪ By the way

♪ that they play

♪ as still as the trill of a thrush ♪

♪ In a twilight hush

shh.

♪ So you can hear the rhythm of the ripples ♪

♪ On the side of the boat ♪

♪ As you sail away to dreamland ♪

♪ High above the moon, you hear a silvery note ♪

♪ As the sandman takes your hand ♪

♪ So rock-a-bye, my baby ♪

♪ Don't you cry, my baby ♪

♪ Sleepy time is nigh

♪ won't you rock

♪ me

♪ to a ragtime

♪ lullaby

♪ won't you play the music ♪

- ♪ So the cradle can rock? ♪ - ♪ good night

♪ to a lullaby in ragtime ♪

- ♪ To a lullaby in ragtime - ♪ time to call it a day

♪ sleepy hands are creepin' ♪

- ♪ To the end of the clock ♪ - ♪ sleep tight

♪ play a lullaby in ragtime ♪

♪ Dream your troubles away ♪

♪ You can tell

- ♪ the sandman is on his way ♪ - ♪ good night

- ♪ by the way - ♪ in spite of any sorrow ♪

♪ That they play

- ♪ as still as the trill - ♪ there's a brand-new day ♪

♪ Of a thrush in a twilight hush ♪

♪ On its way tomorrow ♪

♪ So you can hear the rhythm of the ripples ♪

- ♪ On the side of the boat ♪ - ♪ someday

♪ as you sail away

- ♪ to dreamland - ♪ all your dreams will come true ♪

♪ High above the moon ♪

- ♪ You hear a silvery note ♪ - ♪ some way

- ♪ as the sandman takes your hand ♪ - ♪ for me and you

- ♪ so rock-a-bye, my baby ♪ - ♪ so close

- ♪ don't you cry, my baby ♪ - ♪ your eyes

- ♪ sleepy time is nigh - ♪ and dream of it, my darling ♪

- ♪ Won't you rock me - ♪ till then, good night ♪

- ♪ To a ragtime lullaby - ♪ till then, good night ♪

- ♪ To a ragtime lullaby ♪ - ♪ good night sleep tight ♪

How do you like this?

With all this racket, now she's asleep.

Keep her that way, honey.

Good night, boys.

♪ I blow it through here ♪

♪ And the music goes down and around ♪

♪ Whoa-ho-ho-ho ho-ho ♪

♪ And it comes out here ♪

- Here? - No, there.

- Oh, there. - Yes, dear.

♪ I push the first valve down ♪

- Up? - No, down.

♪ The music goes down and around ♪

♪ Whoa-ho-ho-ho ho-ho ♪

♪ And it comes out here ♪

Here?

Let's not go through that again, honey.

♪ I push the middle valve down ♪

♪ The music goes down and around ♪

♪ Below, below, below, deedlee-o ♪

♪ Ho-ho

♪ listen to the jazz come out ♪

♪ I push the other valve down ♪

♪ The music goes round and around ♪

♪ Whoa-ho-ho-ho ho-ho ♪

♪ And it comes out here ♪

- Where? - Here.

- No, there. - There?

- Oh, there. - Yes, dear.

That's it.

Very good.

Take it from where she comes in again.

Hello, honey.

What's this, a rehearsal?

Uh, well, a kind of a...

Well, yes.

I got a great idea, honey.

You know the early show?

Well, Dorothy and I... It's a terrible idea.

What do you think?

A great idea would be to get her off the road.

Great idea. Why didn't I think of that?

You weren't in show business very long, were you?

You can be a bandleader.

Have an all-girls band, all right?

New leader, boys.

1, 2!

[Band plays Mary had a little lamb]

Let's go home.

You fellas smoking old socks or something?

There's so much smoke in here,

it looks like the San Francisco fire

all over again.

Tony, did you get that contract set already?

Another solid 10 months on the road.

10 months?

That's a lot of loot.

I should have made you road manager long ago.

You never could play sax anyway.

He handles those bookers like they were blondes.

One of them is.

We'll have to take on some side men,

give them their money's worth.

Well, I'm out.

I'm out, too.

Four aces.

Oh, are you kidding?

Glenn Miller, boy card genius.

He makes any more playing cards,

he'll start his own band.

Why don't we go down and catch Louis?

Daddy, I can't sleep.

Dorothy, what are you doing up at 2 A.M.?

Where's mommy?

I told you in Las Vegas at a friend's wedding.

If she knows you're up, she'll shoot me.

Come on, red.

Can't you break away?

Mother would shoot him.

Go to bed. You're getting on my nerves.

Put those cards down.

Now go on to bed.

Go on, honey.

[Sobbing]

What do you say, a couple of hands?

You murderer.

[Sobbing]

I'm sorry, baby.

Really, I'm sorry.

I know you're lonesome for your mommy.

Hey...

Come on.

Aren't we pals?

Huh?

Blood brothers?

Blood brothers of the Mohawk Blackfoot Iroquois Hiawatha tribe?

Ala kazam kazam?

Whoo whoo whoo whoo whoo whoo!

Whither thou goest, I goest,

till death do us part.

I don't know.

Honey, why don't you go to bed?

I don't want to go to sleep.

I didn't say anything about sleeping.

Get into bed. Maybe you'll fall asleep.

I don't want to.

It's the middle of the night.

You want to go dancing or something?

Oh, fine.

Um...

Madam...

May I have this dance, please?

No, I'm going to lead, ok?

[Humming]

[Laughing]

You fooled me.

No, I didn't. Come on.

Hold it.

No wrestling, dear.

Now that we've got you here, let's discuss this

like grown-up, mature people, shall we?

No.

Hey, remember me?

I'm the fella who wrote a whole song for you.

That's more than Mozart ever did for his kids.

♪ This little penny

♪ is to wish on

♪ and make your wishes come true ♪

♪ This little penny

♪ is to dream on

♪ and dream of all you can do ♪

♪ This little penny

♪ is a dancing penny

♪ see how it glitters and it glows ♪

♪ As bright as a whistle ♪

♪ Light as a thistle ♪

♪ Quick, quick as a wink ♪

♪ Upon its twinkling toes

♪ oh, this little penny

♪ is to laugh on

♪ to see that tears never fall ♪

♪ This little penny

♪ is the last little penny

♪ and most important of all ♪

♪ For this penny is to love on ♪

♪ And where love is

♪ heaven is there

♪ so with just five pennies ♪

♪ If they're these five pennies ♪

♪ You'll be a millionaire ♪

Going to go to sleep now?

Uh-huh.

All right. Into bed.

Come on.

Atta girl.

Night-night.

Night-night.

[Humming]

I can play poker.

I thought you were fast asleep.

You hum too loud.

Will you do me a favor

and go to bed?

Mr. Miller taught me. Can't I play?

No.

Please?

Go to bed this minute.

Please?

No. Now go on to bed.

[Sniffling]

Dorothy, are you crying again?

No, murderer.

One hand...

If I beat you, will you go to sleep?

Yes. If you win, I'll go right to bed.

Take a chair.

Draw poker open... Open on anything, ok?

How much are we playing for?

What?

Mr. Miller said you should always find out first.

I see.

Well, what are your usual stakes?

Peanuts.

Ok?

I won't even count them.

That's real big of you.

Thanks.

1...

2...

3...

4...

5.

How many?

I'm out.

Does that mean I win?

Yeah.

Oh, good. I didn't have anything.

That's called bluffing.

Another hand?

No.

I'll let you win.

No.

Aren't you sleepy yet?

No.

Pittsburgh Phil, it's a nice night out,

and the moon is very bright.

What do you say to a walk?

Oh, I'd love it.

I'm sure you would. Let's put some clothes on.

Will they let me in?

Where?

Where Louis is playing.

I won't tell mother.

Are you sure?

Good. Neither will I.

Daddy?

What?

Are we blood brothers?

Whither thou goest...

Till death do us part.

It wouldn't dare.

Ala kazam kazam kazam.

Whee! Let's get your clothes on.

Whoo!

Daddy!

♪ Good night

♪ time to call it a day ♪

♪ Sleep tight

♪ dream your troubles away ♪

♪ Good night

♪ in spite of any sorrow ♪

♪ There's a brand-new day

♪ on its way tomorrow ♪

♪ Someday

♪ all your dreams will come true ♪

♪ Some way

♪ for me and you

♪ so close your eyes

♪ and dream of it, my darling ♪

♪ Till then, good night

♪ good night

♪ sleep tight

now comes the hard part.

Do you suppose you could sing five pennies

while pops and I sing something else?

Sure. I can sing as good as he can.

- Who can't? - ♪ won't you play the music ♪

- ♪ Good night - ♪ so the cradle can rock ♪

♪ To a lullaby in ragtime ♪

♪ Time to call it a day ♪

♪ Sleepy hands are creeping ♪

- ♪ Sleep tight - ♪ to the end of the clock ♪

♪ Play a lullaby in ragtime ♪

♪ Dream your troubles away ♪

♪ This little penny is a dancing penny ♪

♪ In spite of any sorrow ♪

♪ As bright as a whistle ♪

♪ In a twilight hush ♪

♪ Quick as a wink

♪ up on its twinkling toes ♪

♪ Oh, this little penny

♪ someday

♪ as you sail away

♪ all your dreams will come true ♪

♪ This little penny is the last little penny ♪

♪ And most important of all ♪

♪ So close your eyes ♪

♪ And where love is, heaven is there ♪

♪ Won't you rock me to a ragtime lullaby ♪

♪ Be a millionaire ♪

Ah, that was wonderful.

Kitten, I better get you home,

or your mother'll skin me alive.

I want to hear Mr. Armstrong sing more.

I got to get my beauty sleep,

or I'm a mess in the morning.

Do the saints go marchin' in

like you and daddy do it.

What do you put in that cat's milk?

Just one chorus... Maybe two.

No, no, no.

Then I'll go home and go to bed.

I'll even sleep. I promise.

She look like an honest cat.

You on her side?

Let's lay it on her, man.

Just one chorus. Then we'll go home.

You won't tell your mother, huh?

Putting me to work.

- ♪ Oh, when the saints - ♪ when the saints

- ♪ go marchin' in - ♪ go marchin' in

♪ when the saints go marchin' in ♪

♪ Oh, yes

♪ I wanna be in that number ♪

♪ Number

♪ oh, when the saints go marchin' in ♪

♪ And when the saints ♪

♪ Oh, when the saints ♪

♪ Go marchin' in

♪ who's gonna play on the day ♪

♪ When the saints go marchin' in ♪

Well, Louis, I'll explain that.

♪ Now the mostest and the greatest ♪

♪ From the oldest to the latest ♪

♪ Going to play in the band in the great grandstand ♪

♪ When the saints go marchin' in ♪

♪ Louis, what about Brahms ♪

♪ He laid no bombs

♪ and Chopin

♪ solid man

♪ and Bach, that great old massa ♪

♪ Yeah, that great old massa was a Gasser ♪

♪ Yes, but Mozart's the most with all he has ♪

♪ With the symphonies and operas ♪

♪ And all that jazz ♪

♪ When the saints go marchin' in ♪

Do you dig Rachmaninoff?

On and off?

Rimsky?

Mmm, of course a-coff.

Ravel and Gustav Mahler.

- Yeah, but don't forget fats Waller. - I wouldn't do that.

♪ Liszt has a twist that you can't resist ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah

put Liszt on that list.

♪ When the saints go marchin' in ♪

♪ Here we go, Louis ♪

♪ When the saints

♪ oh, when the saints ♪

♪ Go marchin' in

look at this cat diggin' me.

♪ When the saints go marchin' in ♪

Face and all.

♪ I wanna be

♪ oh, yeah

♪ in that number

♪ oh, when the saints go marchin' in ♪

♪ There's Saint-saens ♪

♪ Saint-saens Si bon ♪

♪ And Georges Bizet

♪ tres, tres Bizet ♪

♪ Vieuxtemps, suppe, Massenet ♪

♪ And Offenbach

- do you dig him, Jacques? - Very often.

♪ Well, frere Jacques, frere Jacques ♪

♪ I dig you, Jacques ♪

♪ Frere Jacques

♪ massanet and Bizet

♪ I dig you, Jacques ♪

♪ Offenbach ♪ Offenbach

♪ often, Offenbach

how about Wagner?

Deee-vout!

And Haydn?

Who?

Joseph Haydn.

Haydn!

Well, let him come out.

- Paganini. - Rossini.

- Toscanini. - Puccini.

- Khachaturian. - Hmm, gesundheit.

♪ Thank you, and what's his name ♪

♪ Mr. Veddle-de-zop

♪ and you know that cat ♪

♪ Sceedlee-de-zop

[scatting]

[Scatting]

♪ Oh

♪ oh, yeah

♪ oh, yes

♪ oh, yeah

♪ oh, yeah

[scatting]

- ♪ Ba da de da dah - ♪ Ba da de da dah

- ♪ Ba do de da dah - ♪ Ba do de da dah

- ♪ ubba do de da dah - ♪ ubba do de da dah

- ♪ ubba do do de dah - ♪ ubba do do de dah

- ♪ oh, too high - ♪ oh, too low

- ♪ oh, yeah - ♪ way up there

♪ wa wa wa wa

♪ wa wa wa wa

♪ wa wa wa wa

[scatting]

- ♪ Yaz - ♪ yaz

- ♪ zoldi, Na da - ♪ zoldi, Na da

- ♪ yedit - ♪ zedit

♪ saints go marchin' in ♪

Oh, we got to go.

Don't leave, folks.

A little exit music from the country's greatest horn,

Loring "red" Nichols.

Blow, red, blow.

Brand-new horn. Brand-new one, pops.

Well, all right.

Your chops is percolating all right.

They're percolating.

[Playing when the saints go marchin' in]

♪ Oh, when the saints

♪ go marchin' in

♪ when the saints go marchin' in ♪

♪ I wanna be in that number ♪

♪ Oh, when the saints go marchin' in ♪

♪ And when the saints go marchin' in ♪

♪ When the saints go marchin' in... ♪

Home, sweet home.

You know this little monster

beat me out of 40 peanuts?

She cheats.

We've got two choices.

Get Dorothy off the road

or teach her to play the horn.

What's so terrible?

She had a ball.

I'll get her pajamas.

Then after that, I'll get your pajamas.

Loring, what about what you said the other day?

What did I say?

Some malarkey about taking the band to New York

and settling down.

You know me like a book, don't you?

Right to the card stamped "overdue."

I heard about the new contract you signed,

extending the tour.

It's a real fat deal, honey.

We'll be eating high off the hog.

Mammy won't have to go barefoot no mo'.

What about Dorothy?

I know I may seem unreasonable,

but until she's 8 years old,

I don't want my daughter singing in nightclubs.

She'd sure knock 'em dead.

Not with her spelling. What about school?

We can get a tutor.

No, I don't want her with the band anymore.

Next week they're liable to teach her how to smoke.

She loves being around the fellas,

and she's crazy about music.

Who says she's got to go to bed when other kids go

and get up when they do?

I say. I want her to get up at 7:30 in the morning,

have oatmeal, orange juice, and shredded wheat.

Honestly, she thinks breakfast

is black coffee and aspirin.

Now listen, Bobbie.

We're all on our way, all of us.

Tonight Louis Armstrong said

I was the greatest horn in the country.

Louis Armstrong... The mahatma of jazz,

the supreme court of cats.

I'll tell you a secret.

I'm not the greatest horn,

but in a little while, I could be.

We can get the greatest job in New York,

buy a house on the island.

I'll stack it with oatmeal and fruit juice

and a padded cell for pta meetings.

When?

Soon.

Well, why not now?

Honey, I've got a contract.

I couldn't get out if I wanted to.

Do you want to?

No.

Well, then maybe Dorothy and I

should get that house and the oatmeal

and wait for you.

And leave me alone on the road for 10 months?

Bobbie, what's happened to you?

What happened to the girl

who said the baby wouldn't change anything?

The girl who wanted me

to be doing what I'd be happy doing?

Wow...

You sure scared me for a minute.

For a minute, you looked exactly like your mother.

I'm sorry.

I guess I never really left Brooklyn.

Loring, wh... what's the answer?

I don't know.

Couldn't we put Dorothy

in a boarding school for just a while?

Boarding school?

Don't make it sound like a jail sentence.

It's not like when David Copperfield went to school.

There are lots of wonderful schools

here in San Francisco.

They've got playgrounds, tennis courts,

swimming pools and swings,

and a couple of teachers thrown in, if you insist.

Oh, I don't know.

It'll only be for a term.

Two terms.

We could visit her every chance we got.

Bring her a cake with a file in it?

She'll love it. You'll see.

All right, Loring, on one condition.

What?

You tell her.

Well...

Yeah.

All right.

I'll tell her first thing in the morning.

She'll understand.

We're, uh, blood brothers.

Mm-hmm.

Ala kazam kazam.

[Playing jazz music]

There's been a terrible storm here in St. Louis.

All the planes are grounded.

I'd like to fly out by myself,

but I can't flap my arms fast enough.

No, baby, no.

There's absolutely no way

we can get out in time for your birthday.

I'm sorry, honey.

You understand, don't you?

Hello?

Hello?

[Playing jazz music]

From the blackhawk

in the heart of Chicago's loop,

a merry Christmas from the nation's number one band...

Red Nichols and the five pennies.

More white meat?

Yes, please.

Ah-choo!

My parents have to work on Christmas.

That's why they can't come for me.

May I have a piece of skin?

We understand, Dorothy.

You don't have to explain.

They call me on the telephone.

Are there any more potatoes, miss Wilson?

I'll have to go to the kitchen and get some

and the plum pudding.

I'll help you.

[Thunder]

[Red] ♪ jingle bells, jingle bells ♪

♪ Jingle all the way

♪ oh, what fun it is to ride ♪

♪ In a one-horse open sleigh ♪

♪ A-dashing through the snow ♪

♪ In a one-horse open sleigh ♪

♪ O'er the fields we go ♪

♪ laughing all the way

♪ bells on bobtails ring ♪

♪ Making spirits bright

♪ what fun it is to ride and sing ♪

♪ A sleighing song tonight ♪

♪ Oh, jinglelala bellalala ♪

♪ Jinglelala bellalala

♪ jinglelala all the way ♪

♪ Oh, what fun it is to ride ♪

♪ In a one-horse open sleigh ♪

♪ Jinglelala bells... ♪

Dorothy!

Mommy!

Oh, baby.

[Singing from the barber of Seville]

Giuseppe, accorto, accorto.

Don't worry.

Acho. Don't worry.

[Singing from the barber of Seville]

[Singing from the barber of Seville]

[Telephone rings]

Barber shop.

Who?

Just a minute.

Mr. Nichols, it's for you.

What? Oh.

Hey, what...

Don't shake your head.

Long distance... California.

Ok

Hello.

Hello, Bobbie.

How are you?

How do you like school?

Huh?

Was Dorothy surprised?

Yeah.

What?

When?

What happened?

Listen, Bo...

Yeah, I'll take the first plane out.

Hey, red, what's the matter?

Your coat, your coat!

You're about to enter a contagious disease ward.

Please be as quiet as possible.

Keep your arms at your side.

Keep your distance from the patients at all times.

Do not touch anything.

Now follow me.

If you drop anything,

do not pick it up. Do not touch the wall.

Please do not touch the patients

or anything they have been in contact with.

How is she?

How is she, doc?

I'd like to be more encouraging, Mr. Nichols,

but it's polio...

Complicated by encephalitis.

The child's been in a coma for 48 hours.

I'm afraid the chances are very slim.

That's your opinion.

Not only mine.

All the doctors on the staff.

Well, then get another staff

or another hospital.

Listen, you,

that's my daughter you're talking about.

You're not making her a statistic.

If you don't know anything,

get somebody who does!

Do something for her, will you, doc?

I finally found an all-night hamburger joint

right on the corner.

Any word?

Isn't it funny? You live with a man eight years

and forget whether he takes

mustard or ketchup on his hamburgers.

I'm not hungry.

Now I remember... Ketchup.

I couldn't eat it anyway.

Come on, please. Go on. Eat it, Loring.

You know...

I started out blaming you, too.

The first few hours, I hated you,

and then I got to thinking.

This could have happened

no matter where Dorothy was.

Even people that never let kids out of their sight,

this happens to them.

Who can you blame, the whole world?

I can narrow it down a little better than that.

When I threw a couple of things together

to come out here...

The first thing I threw in my bag was my cornet.

That'll give you a rough idea.

Oh, go on, Loring.

You got to eat something.

If by any miracle

that kid comes through this...

I'm going to give up this whole rat race.

I didn't think you believed in miracles.

Right now there's very little else to believe in.

Loring...

Do you remember the Lyric

to the battle hymn of the Republic?

What brought that up?

Well, it's been so long

since either of us were at a church festival,

but I thought we might be able to remember that one.

I can't remember it at all,

and I must have played it a thousand times.

Mine eyes have seen the glory...

Of the coming of the lord.

He is trampling down the something...

Where the grapes of wrath are stored.

Doesn't seem to fit the situation, does it?

It's the only one we know.

What's the rest?

He has loosed the awful lightning...

Of his terrible swift sword.

His truth is marching on.

Mrs. Nichols, your daughter's calling you.

She... she's...

Come on, honey. Dorothy's calling.

Put down the sandwich.

You're always eating.

Hello, baby.

Darling.

Hello, sweetheart.

Ala kazam kazam.

Sorry, but you'd better go now.

We don't want to overdo it, you know.

Doctor, please.

Please.

I'd like my mother...

To stay.

You'll just have to cancel the tour.

Taxi!

They'll sue you for every dime you should have saved.

We got a contract.

Well, pay them off.

With what?

Tell the boys in the band that, uh...

It's the same as being fired,

but say I'm sorry and pay them off.

With what?

You've been living like there's no income tax,

and now you got doctor bills.

Ever see anything like this?

Yeah, that waitress I took out. Would you listen?

You know what those doctors told me?

They had a big consultation.

They said that Dorothy would never walk again.

Never ever.

You think I'll take that lying down?

Sure, fire the hospital.

So long, Tony.

What do you mean? I'm going with you.

No, you're not. It's been great, Tony.

You finally got around to firing me, huh?

Who else is left?

Ok.

Do me a favor, will you?

Don't tell the boys what happened.

I mean... you just don't know where I am, ok?

Sure. I never saw you before in my life.

So long, stranger. About those doctors...

Pretty soon they'll be working for you.

Hey, over here!

Hey, look at me, red!

You're going to pull the roof down.

I can do it three times.

Really? I can only do it twice.

You two getting along?

Boy, you got a strange one.

Only exercise she's done

is try to spit in my eye.

Shut up!

There she goes again.

Well, that's how it goes.

Honey, I got a nice assortment for you.

First we have what we call

a little ragaplumian doll right here.

And then we have... Aw, this is the great one.

Look. All you do is push it down,

and it'll play the cymbals.

You know I can't reach.

The doctor says you could.

Oh, sure. Easy as pie.

Hey, red.

Yeah.

What about our glee club?

Oh, not today, Billy.

I don't feel up to it.

Oh, brother. Must run in the family.

How about it, kids?

Have you all done your practicing?

[Kids] Yeah!

♪ Mi mi mi mi ♪

Don't call me. I'll call you.

Let's do Schnitzelbank again.

Ho, ho!

Hold the phone.

We can't do Schnitzelbank.

The last time we did Schnitzelbank,

I beat you by two choruses and half a schnitz.

All right, here we go...

Why does he come here

and make a regular spectacle of himself?

Maybe for some strange reason

he likes to be around you.

Soon as I'm better, I'll never see him again.

We now have a solo with ze big soprano,

right? All right.

You are ready to sing now?

Ja. Well, this is nice.

♪ Ist das nicht ein

[German double-talk]

♪ Ja, das ist ein

[double-talk]

Ja, well you will be ze soprano in ze first part,

then after, we will come back

to ze tenors and ze baronodes?

♪ Ist das nicht ein

♪ military march

Dorothy...

What's that?

That's my present from that fellow that's making

a regular spectacle out of himself.

It's a house.

I believe it is.

We'll live in it when you get out of here.

All of us?

All of us. All the time...

Down in Los Angeles

where the doctor says the sunshine's better for you.

Our own whole house that's ours?

Mm-hmm. Ours and the first national bank.

Our own towels?

It's a thought.

Hold it up again.

[Children] ♪ nah, nah

♪ dying swan, military man ♪

♪ Bucking bronc, Schnitzelbank ♪

♪ Ah...

♪ ah

♪ ah Du schoene, ah Du schoene ♪

♪ Ah Du schoene

♪ Schnitzelbank ♪

This is the most delicious thing

your mother has cooked

since we've been in this house.

Blanket a la mode, it's delicious.

Don't let him put any more on me. They burn!

Ow!

You've got to understand... We have to.

Does anything make you cry?

No, nothing.

That's a good girl.

But those hot things won't do any good.

Nothing will.

[Sniffling]

Is that real crying?

That's nothing but a fake.

When I was Dorothy's age,

some kids on our block could really cry.

We had a kid called fat Tommy.

When he cried, you heard him for miles.

Aaah!

Everybody heard him.

Then Meyer the crier was a fine crier.

Meyer crier was a fine crier. Did you know that?

He would hiccup when he cried.

He would go...

Aaah-hic!

Ooh-hic!

Ooh...

Did I tell you about silent Sam?

Fine crier. He never made a sound.

We called him a back draft crier.

Did you ever hear one of those?

He didn't make any sound on the way out,

only on the way back.

He would go...

Eeeh!

Eeeh!

Joe Whiffenpeck was the champ of all.

He cried like he was laughing

and laughed like he was crying.

He used to go...

[Crying and laughing]

[Laughing]

You cry when you laugh, too, don't you?

Well, Joe Whiffenpeck,

where have you been all this time, huh?

We'd better get out of here.

Just roll over very easily. That's the girl.

How about putting me down for extra overtime?

You trying to stop the war all by yourself?

I've got a couple of wars. So long.

Brown, John a.

Dorothy? Look what I got.

Give it to me.

Well, I will in just a minute.

Come on. You want it? Come on, baby.

Come on, come on, come on.

Come and get it.

Come and get it.

Come and get it.

That's a good girl. Come on.

That's good.

That's wonderful.

Hold it, hold it.

[Whistles]

Drawbridge.

Here we go.

Oop.

Whoo!

Whoo whoo!

Chooga-chooga-chooga.

Oh, no, that's a railroad.

It's a steamship, honey. Whoo, whoo!

Now, come on. Try it again.

There she blows, men!

Man the lifeboats!

Steady the rudder, boys.

Look to the harpoons. Ahoy! Ha ha, hey!

If you put some whiskey with that soda,

I'll do it all afternoon with you.

[All] ♪ stand up, stand up

♪ stand up and tell us your name, your name ♪

♪ Stand up, stand up

♪ stand up and tell us your name ♪

My name is Dorothy Nichols,

and I'm 14 years old,

and I'm having a very happy birthday.

And, Richard Wilson, you've had four sandwiches,

and you're only getting half a piece of cake.

Make a wish and blow out the candles.

It's too bad you kids were so hungry

you couldn't wait for Dorothy's father to get home.

We can wait. Just bake another cake.

Let's put on some records, then we can dance.

I'm sorry.

That's all right. You kids dance.

I'll put on the records. Daddy's fussy about them.

He probably blows his top if you play anything

but "Jeanie with the light brown hair".

You'd be surprised.

Mr. Nichols started the original five pennies.

What's five pennies?

Am I getting that old?

Is he hip enough to have Benny Goodman or Jimmy Dorsey here?

Jimmy and Benny used to work in his band.

Mama, don't put it on too thick.

Benny Goodman and Jimmy Dorsey?

Well, don't you remember?

Jimmy Dorsey used to bring you candy and peanuts.

Was that the same Jimmy Dorsey?

How did he get so famous?

He stopped working for peanuts.

You know who else worked for your father?

Tommy Dorsey and Charlie Teagarden

and Glenn Miller and Gene Krupa.

And Ludwig Von Beethoven.

Their names are on the labels.

I'll show you the records.

How about some punch or cookies or anything?

Dorothy, don't you really remember?

I remember he had a band

and he was pretty good,

but if he was that good, why did he quit?

I guess you wouldn't believe that either.

Come on, let's get a little jive, huh?

[Swing music plays]

That sounds like Artie Shaw's band.

He used to play for Mr. Nichols, too.

If your father was such a hot-shot bandleader,

how come he's working with my old man at the shipyard?

Oh, I don't know.

My mother's 34 years old. She's getting senile.

Don't worry. They'll find a drug.

Well, they'd better hurry.

[Cheering]

How about a big hand

for Glenn Miller and the boys

for coming down to give us this show?

And here's Glenn himself.

[Miller] Thank you. Thanks, fellows.

Now we'd like to do a real oldie...

A jazz classic that I used to play

when I was first trombone

with red Nichols and the famous five pennies.

"Indiana".

[Music plays]

Hey, Ernie, where are you going?

I'm going home. It's my daughter's birthday.

Ain't you staying for the music?

I've heard it.

[Music and laughter]

Hello.

Hi, daddy.

Happy birthday.

Thank you.

Where did you find those old records?

In the closet.

I thought I asked you to throw these out.

Some of them are pretty funny.

Yeah, hilarious.

Was that really you playing that old trumpet?

The instrument you're referring to is a cornet.

Cornet!

They've still got a few of them left

at the Smithsonian institute

right next to the dinosaurs.

They're saving a place for me, too.

Sure, that was dad playing. I remember.

And he was good.

He played just like Harry James.

Harry James plays something like me, only not enough.

All right.

We believe you.

There was bix, there was Louis,

and there was me, and that was it!

You and Bix and Louis. I'll remember.

Just do that, will you, son?

My father listened to you all the time.

And he told me all about you.

Well, that's something.

He said you were smart

to get out of the business

before the parade passed you by.

I have got a message for your father...

Except you're not old enough to deliver it.

Dad, would you like to lie down...

I'm fine. I wouldn't like anything of the sort.

Wish I had a horn here.

I'd show you kids something.

Will this do?

My old horn. Where did you find it?

Tony sent it a long time ago.

He thought some member of the family

ought to start playing.

He did, huh?

[Hits sour note]

I've got some homework to do. See you tomorrow.

Don't you want to stay?

You don't have to go now, do you?

Is he always like this?

Idiotville, USA,

and the brown derby is the capital.

You promised for our anniversary

you'd take me anywhere I wanted to go.

It's a long time since we went out...

Isn't that Bob hope?

He can't afford to eat here, either.

Let's sit where the movie stars are.

What about under the table?

If you knew how I hated these places.

Table for three?

The name, please.

Nichols. Loring nobody Nichols.

I'm sorry. There's a half an hour wait.

Could I try another name?

You have to wait like anybody else.

Hey, red. Paisan. Can it be you?

Hello, Tony.

You don't see a guy for seven years,

and that's the best you can do?

Not even a handshake?

Hello, Tony.

That's what I call a handshake.

Hello, Mr. Valani.

Dorothy. Come sit at my table.

It's all right, Lou.

I'm handling bands now for the Morris office.

They pick up the checks

and I spend my time eating.

That's fine.

I don't hear from you for years,

and just today I was talking

to the big boys about you.

This music business needs another red Nichols.

If they can't find a hole in the head.

How come the table is set for four?

You expecting the Andrews sisters?

As for you, you don't even like movie stars.

It's a plot.

Tony was in town, so I called him.

I can't start you off at Carnegie hall,

but there's a club on Ventura boulevard.

It's a beginning.

Not for me. Let's go, baby.

Red, what's the matter?

That's another guy you're talking about. Just forget it!

Hey, red. Where have you been?

Hi, Jimmy. Hello, Glenn.

And Bobbie. Is that Dorothy?

It is.

What are you doing with Tony?

Are you out of the music business?

Oh, no, we're just passing through

on my way to Hawaii.

Yeah, I'm retired.

Just sit at home clipping coupons.

I never knew any union member ever made it.

You're looking at one, Jimmy.

I've got to see my broker.

How about some food?

No, thanks.

Mr. Dorsey.

Whoop, I got it.

Let me have it!

I can handle it, fellows.

Jimmy, the next time some lush asks you

to play melancholy baby just one more time,

and you're breaking your backs

on those one-nighters in the sticks,

just remember the old redhead who made it.

Sure enough.

So long, slaves.

Good to see you.

- Take care. - So long, red.

That's a great future

you and Tony figured out for me.

Hotlips Nichols, at my age.

You've got everything in this sandwich but the dog.

Blowing my brains out in some nightclub.

Build any good ships lately?

Now, you know the music business.

It's a lot different now.

People don't want my music anymore.

I've been waiting for you to punish yourself enough

so you could go back to what makes you happy.

But you've been punishing yourself so long,

you're beginning to like it.

Where's the wonderful lunatic I married?

That was ages ago.

I don't know if you'll be good or terrible.

I just want you out of that shipyard

before we lose the war.

I'm beginning to think I've lost mine.

You can sleep in that sandwich.

Pull the rye bread over you.

I'm not going to start over again like I was 18!

That's not for me.

None of us are as young

as we used to be, you know.

Except your mother, of course. She's about 4 1/2.

Dad, why did you quit the music business?

I forget.

I guess I never even said thank you.

I can remember so many things now.

So can I, baby...

The ice age and the big flood

and Noah waving me aboard.

Daddy?

Would it be too tough for you...

To try and pick up where you left off?

You want to know the truth?

Yes, it would be too tough.

My lip's gone, honey. I've laid off too long.

And when that happens to a horn player,

it just never comes back.

It... well, in my case, anyway,

it would be... Just impossible, that's all.

When I talked like that

you threw a hot blanket on me, right on this table.

There's a lot of your mother in you.

You don't understand any better than she does.

These fellows I started in the band business

are all big-time bandleaders now. Benny, Glenn, Jimmy.

They'd be laughing up their sleeves at me.

"There was one kid on our block, Meyer the crier."

Good night, Meyer.

Some of the kids still laugh at me.

[Plays scales]

[Hits sour note]

Well, good night.

Good night, dear.

[Continues to play]

Hey, Tony,

feast your eyes on this mammoth opening.

My name outside certainly pulled them in,

didn't it?

You can shoot a Cannon out there.

It's still pretty early, yet.

Nah, it's awful late.

I thought a couple of fellow dinosaurs would show up,

only to see how long it took me to crack my lip.

I guess fans forget pretty good, don't they?

Hey, paison, you've got two fans out there

that I'd give all the willing waitresses in hoboken for.

What do you care if nobody shows up?

Go out and play for them.

Ask if they got some cotton

with witch Hazel on it for my lip.

I never told you this before,

but all the time I was having fun

and you were tied down with your companion and baby?

I thought you were the luckiest guy in the world...

And I still think so.

Look at me. $150 suits. Shoes from England.

Closets full of everything, including dames.

What am I trying to prove? Tell me.

Next time I go east,

maybe I'll stop off in Brooklyn.

Who knows?

I guess I'll go out and keep the kids company.

Yeah.

[Music plays]

He's been practicing two solid months.

["Won't you come home, bill Bailey?" Plays]

[Applause]

♪ Won't you come home, bill Bailey? ♪

♪ Won't you come home?

♪ I'm feelin' all alone

♪ now, I know I'm to blame ♪

♪ Ain't that a shame?

♪ Bill Bailey, won't you please come home? ♪

Joseph Haydn, why didn't you come out sooner?

Bobbie, why don't you come up here?

I'd like to have the whole band.

Go on, Bobbie. Go on.

You come, too.

[Red] Ladies and gentlemen,

our society chanteuse, miss Bobbie Meredith.

Aren't they wonderful?

Yeah. Someday they'll all be working for me.

Come on, Bobbie. Belt it out.

[Applause]

I don't think I can. I'm misty-eyed tonight.

I've got a surprise for you, too.

You... oh, you couldn't be.

Show me the rabbit.

Now you turn around.

All right.

May I have this dance?

♪ This little penny is to wish on ♪

♪ And make your wishes come true ♪

♪ This little penny is to dream on ♪

♪ Dream of all you can do ♪

♪ This little penny is a dancing penny ♪

♪ See how it glitters and it glows ♪

♪ As bright as a whistle ♪

♪ Light as a thistle

♪ quick...

♪ this little penny is to laugh on ♪

♪ To see that tears never fall ♪

♪ This little penny is the last little penny ♪

♪ And most important of all ♪

♪ For this penny is to love on ♪

♪ And where love is, heaven is there ♪

♪ So with just five pennies ♪

♪ If they're these five pennies ♪

♪ You'll be a millionaire ♪

That's enough, baby.

Put me down.

I can stand on my own two feet now.

So can I, my darling.

- Ala kazam kazam kazam. - Ala kazam kazam kazam.

Give me my horn, Tony.

[Plays the battle hymn of the Republic]

[Applause]

[Cheering]

[Cheers and applause]

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