Hey, you little...! Give me that sax!
Can I have my sax back, please?
Where's Nick?
Probably in the can.
– Beer, Ghost? – Yeah, please, Red.
– Want one? – Yes, definitely.
Gentlemen, you all know our host, Nick Bobolenos.
Nick, you don't mind if we have a bottle of beer?
Mind if we use the tables?
– Great vest you got on there, Nick. – Yeah, must be new.
Hey, Nick, you still smoking ditches?
– We all joined the diners club, Nick. – Have a beer, Nick.
How many times have I told you, not to fool around with that beer?
Who do you think you are, huh?
Who's the boss around here? I'm the boss!
Bobolenos. Nick Bobolenos, proprietor!
Huh? What?
How about a sandwich? A sandwich!
And don't make fun of my accent. You speak English like Sputnik.
– What? What? – Nothing, Nick.
– What kind of sandwich do you want? – You know, all baloney, ham, sardines...
You know, you fix it up.
Where are the girls, Nick?
They're gambling, playing cards at Milly Papadakis' place.
You ought to keep your sisters off the streets, Nick.
Well, I think it's better for them to play cards,
than to hang around bums like you.
Bums? You call us bums?
Ignorant. Ignoramus.
– Why don't you work for a living? – Look who's talking, man.
I sweep the floors, carry Coca-Colas, talk to dumbbells. I work!
– Nick, that's your business. – But I work with my hands!
Do you trust me, Nick?
Sure I trust you, Ghost. But what has it got to do with my business?
You don't want us to be unhappy, do you, Nick?
You're happy doing what you're doing.
You take care of the pool hall, you serve some sandwiches.
You talk to dumbbells like us.
Imagine, could I own a pool hall, Nick?
Imagine if I worked all my life and raised kids,
and then fifty years later, I died.
I'd miss my music, I'd miss my fun, we'd miss everything.
Most of all, Nick... we'd miss you.
Oh, come on, Ghost. Nobody miss nobody!
Hey, what kind of mustard you want in your sandwiches?
Fix them in your own style, Pop.
How long does it take you to learn that we're free thinkers?
– Hey, Nick, wanna go to a party tonight? – No, I'm gonna go to the movies.
– He's quiet and dependable. – He's a regular family man.
That's all you see at your parties, a lot of cheap dames and beards!
Oh, no. No.
What's the matter with beards? All the old Greeks used to wear 'em.
Yeah, but they were not finger-popping daddies, kiddo!
– Nine in the corner. – Red, you need a tie.
Nick, can I have a Greek tie for Red please?
What do you mean, Greek ties? Eh? I got ties.
OK, Red, would you go get one of those ties from the Greek please?
Come here, Red.
Why don't you come to the party tonight, Nick?
I'm too old for beatniks.
Ah, boy, that's pretty.
Listen, pay no attention to those guys.
If the philosophy in this country were like the philosophy in my country...
Over there, you find a woman, you love that woman.
Right? Then you don't need nobody, you don't need no things.
One woman. She puts her arms around you and says:
"Nico, you are my man."
You see, that's what...
– What, don't you go out with girls? – No. Right now, I'm busy.
Hey, and don't you forget to pay for the beer and the sandwiches!
You hear that?
– Charlie, would you pick up that tab? – Yeah, will you pick up that tab?
Oh, Charlie...
Come on, come on, where's the dough?
Hey, come on, let's go. Hey!
Let me have the loot, guys. Come on, come on.
Pete, Shelley. Ten cents. Twenty cents.
– Charlie? – Are you kidding?
I should've known better than ask. How much do we owe you?
Two dollars, twenty cents, including the tip.
Hold out your hand, please.
There's a dollar twenty, on account.
– On account? – On account, that's all we got.
– Let me tell you a little Greek history. – Please.
You guys don't fool me one little bit, you know?
I write everything upstairs, down in my little Greek head.
You still owe me one buck, and including the tip.
– Your shot, Pete. – Oh, yes siree, gentlemen!
Hey, Ghost, what are we doing after this week?
Something crazy will turn up, Charlie.
Listen, Ghost, this thing is getting serious.
All we ever do is festivals.
Festivals in San Diego, festivals in San Francisco,
playing jazz for deaf-mutes,
for old ladies' homes, for the blind.
When are we going to make it? That's what I wanna know.
Never, Charlie.
Not if you're looking for some rainbow.
I mean, I think we oughta get a night time spot once in a while.
Ah, Charlie Griper.
I mean, these daytime jobs, you play for nobody.
I'm 30 years old, man, I wanna make it in this world someday.
– I don't wanna be a nothing all my life. – Charlie, we're something.
– I'm happy. – Man, I'm 33 years old.
Now, barbarians, come and get 'em!
Excuse me, gang.
Where you been, you, man, you?
What happened? None of you got drinks.
– Well, we don't bring our own. – What are we standing out here for?
Ghost, I wanted to tell you something else.
I really love what you and your boys are doing.
– I do really dig what you're playing. – Thank you, Baby.
The reason why is because most of these people here
are nothing but a bunch of what you call hangers-on.
And drifters, and floaters, you know? And chicks, and smilers.
Man, they're just terrible. You know what I mean?
Hey, Shelley, I didn't see you there.
What are you doing? Hiding behind your drumsticks?
I heard you tied the knot. Why didn't you invite Baby Jack to the party?
Oh, man, it was small.
It was small, dig that! Hey, champagne.
Oh, oh, waiter!
Oh, we'll get you something in a min...
Oh, there you go. Do you have champagne in that, uh...?
– Yes, sir. – And why are you so hostile?
Look, man, don't just stand there. Give these people something to drink.
Easy, easy. Easy, this ain't no rush hour.
You have yourself a good time this evening, and I'll see you later.
– Groovy, Baby. – Later now.
– Same party, Charlie. – Yeah, same party, Ghost.
– Same chicks even. – Same chicks.
The way you say it, I think you miss this.
Of course I miss it. It's top, man. I'm no freak.
Yeah, Charlie.
– Listen... – Excuse me.
Ghost, if I wanna be here, it's so easy, I could be here.
Five years ago, I was playing top feature and top spots.
– We play charities now. – Right.
– Of course I miss it, I'm no freak. – Right, Charlie.
Wait a minute, where are you going?
Now, sweetie baby, you just rub my beard, you won't be nervous.
Ooh, I'm nervous!
– No, honey, I don't want to... – Come on, baby, sing one.
Right. Come on now, don't be shy.
With looks like yours, you don't have to be afraid to sing anywhere!
Come on, honey, it's very simple.
Come on over and sing a number. Let me see...
We used to get together and do a little vocal. What you gonna sing?
What's your range? From what key to what key?
If you know what range vocal and what key, then we wail right on,
and everything'll be scrusimanstrosi.
– Alright? – OK.
Yeah, nice sound. That's tough there, you got nice pipes there.
You're way up in Moonville!
No, no. That's just your first note!
Just relax and sing on out.
Now try that first note and come right into it and continue.
Let's get together and swing right on through. OK?
– No hello, huh? – Hello, Ben.
– What you think of her? – Uh-huh.
– What did you think, Benny? – Well...
Ah, fellas, what did you folks think?
Oh, she's marvellous.
See? See? What are you worried about, honey?
Come over here. Excuse me a second, will you?
What did I think?
I don't think you made it, sweetie baby.
You know, it's not enough to look pretty.
I mean, let's face it, honey, you were embarrassing.
They were laughing at you.
When somebody asks you to sing, you gotta get up there and sing.
Benny, I didn't even know that number.
Look, I'm not talking about the number.
I'm talking about your need for experience.
We all know you're pretty, we all know you got talent.
But, honey, you need more experience and that just finishes it.
– Hi. I thought you were just great. – Ghost!
I'm talking about criticism, you know? Constructive criticism.
Er, Jess...
That's why I'm a good agent, I never let a client off the hook.
Expect the best, keep them insecure, that's what you'll get, the best.
Oh, forget about the girl. How are ya, ya old son of a gun?
– I'm pretty good. And you? – Er, great.
Listen, you, er... still, er... playing in the parks and, urgh!
– Old ladies' homes, and jazz like that? – I like parks and I like old ladies.
Why don't you come and get a little nightclub pallor?
We're happy doing what we're doing. What's wrong with it?
So you cut a record.
Come on, you artist, I love you. Let an old friend help an old friend.
What would an old friend like you do with a bunch of screwballs like us?
– Make money. – You tear me up.
You don't wanna work in nightclubs, cut a couple of records, make a little loot?
– What's wrong with that? – Nothing, nothing at all.
Provided you let us play what we want to play.
Of course you can play what you want to play. What do you think I am?
– Ugly chick. – I thought she was cute, man.
You've got no taste, man.
– This party's a real drag. – Bunch of freaks.
– Where's Ghost? – Busy with an agent somewhere.
Let's go to Nick's place and play some cards.
No, man, I promised my wife...
Excuse me, honey. And I am gonna go home.
– Oh, well. Where's Red? Hey, Red! – You can never get out of these places!
– ...buck and a quarter for babysitters. – I need a drink.
Hey, waiter. Waiter!
Why don't you give me a call sometime?
Maybe I can set up an audition for you boys.
– Great. – You know, you're a nice kid, I like you.
– I like you, I like the way you talk. – Geez, thanks a lot, Mr Frielobe.
Nice meeting you. Nice meeting you, er... Mrs Frielobe.
– Come on, Red! – Wait...
– Know who I was just talking to? – A phoney.
Hell, everybody's a phoney to you, Charlie!
That guy's Milt Frielobe, he owns Goldstar.
– Yeah, yeah. – Who cares?
Oh... Listen, Jess, you look beautiful.
Oh, I want you to meet an old dear friend of mine,
John "Ghost" Wakefield, Jess Polanski.
– How are ya? – Let's get a drink. I'm dry.
– Yeah, Benny, easy, easy. – I'm surprised to see you here tonight.
I didn't think you made this party scene very often.
Well, I know Baby Jackson a long time and he said,
"You wanna come to a party?" So here I am.
I got him booked solid. Right on top.
Is that right?
Is that where you want to be, Miss Polanski? On top?
I'm an amateur.
I don't try to fool myself or other people.
I can see that. But what I said before, I wasn't kidding about.
– You are good... – Bartender, three glasses of champagne.
Make sure the glasses are cold, alright? I hate bartenders.
Know how long it's been since I've seen this son of a gun? How long has it been?
– A long time, Benny. – Yeah, couple of years at least.
You know, I was a musician then.
Well, no more Tijuanas, Cincinnatis, Philadelphias,
or one-night hassles with drunks in third-rate bars for me.
No, sir. I woke up one morning and had a hangover,
had a fight, hit some guy, broke my fist, he cut my lip,
and I haven't touched a trumpet since.
Having a nice time?
– Hey, Benny. – Hey, Baby.
Hey, Benny. I want you to talk to somebody over here.
– Not now, Baby, I'm busy. – What do you mean, "not now"?
Look, you are my agent.
This guy says he's got a contract with me for next summer.
I never signed no contract with him, and that is exactly what I told him.
Don't worry about it, I know what he means. You know it's in the talk stage.
Ah, then maybe you better get over here and talk, man,
because that is exactly what I give you ten percent for.
Now you don't mind, do you, sweetie? Come on, Benny.
– Benny, I wanna leave. – Back in a minute, this is business.
Ghost, I want you to tell this little girl some stories.
He's got wonderful stories, sweetie. Like Mother Goose and Peter Pan.
– Let's go, Benny. – Later, Baby.
You want another drink?
Would you do me a favour?
Sure.
Where do you wanna go?
Anywhere. I don't care.
Come on.
I want this business taken care of now, Benny!
Exactly what do you mean, "in a minute"?
– I said, in a minute. – Who do you think you...?
Shut up! In a minute!
Eleven, twelve, thirteen, five is eighteen, nineteen.
Twenty-six, thirty-one, forty-two.
– Ha! What do you say, Ghost? – How are you, chief?
Say hello to the princess. Princess, er, meet Reno... er...
Vitelli, Vitelli. Pleased to meet you, princess.
That's enough. We'll be at the back table.
– Sure, go ahead. Enjoy yourselves. – We will.
– Here good? – Yeah, this is fine.
– What kind of a place is this? – You know, a regular neighbourhood bar.
Where, er... working people come after hours.
Kill some time.
A lot of lonely people in the world, you know?
You want something to eat?
No thanks. I don't feel like eating anything.
Kitchen's clean. You can eat off the floor.
I'm not very hungry.
Hey, I love that dress.
It's just cheap.
Well, maybe it's cheap, but you make it look good.
– I know. – You know, huh?
– You really are a princess. – My name's Polanski.
That's my name. Jessica Polanski.
And don't start telling me how much you can do for me,
helping my career, cos there isn't any career.
And you can't do a thing for me. Understand?
You wanna dance?
I guess... yeah.
Okay.
Okay, one more.
Ooh, I like that.
Shall we?
You like to dance?
Does any man like to dance?
Ha! I bet that's the first exercise you had in a couple of years, Ghost.
Thank you. Thank you very much, loudmouth.
I'm having enough problems keeping time with the music.
No, no. You kids look good. Real good.
Appreciate it. He used to be an instructor for Arthur Murray.
Very funny, very funny. Hey, hey, you guys thirsty?
Want a drink?
– Yeah, sure. – Yes, I will take up on a drink, sir.
So how are the boys?
– Pretty good. – You working?
We'll have a swinging day at the park tomorrow, playing for a lot of trees.
What a life. You know, you can have it. What do you want to drink, princess?
Hey, wait a minute. Don't say nothing.
She doesn't know I can fix drinks. Step aside, young man.
– Look at him, taking over! – Step aside.
– What a guy! – Let me have some vodka.
– Vodka? – Yeah. Good.
Some Irish whiskey.
The evil Doctor Sivana is at work.
Yeah, how did you get involved with this kook?
Cognac... Yeah, that's good.
– Not too much, I don't want to spoil it. – He's always got some crazy drink.
Well, to me, drinking is a luxury. It's as simple as that.
You can waste it on something ordinary or you can... dream a little.
I don't want any of that.
I've been nothing but nice to you lady. I don't deserve that kind of treatment.
You got some maraschino cherries, please?
– What do you want, my job? – No, no. A cherry. That's good.
Two. That's gonna make it look pretty, those cherries. Make it look nice.
Some crème de menthe for a little colouring.
– Watch this one. – Hey, princess...
Now we mix.
Hey, if the whole place explodes, you're gonna pay for it.
He's a kook, ain't he, princess?
Three chilled glasses, if you please.
You can have two. Thanks a lot, but no thanks.
– You're a coward. Hey, coward! – That's right.
Jess, honey.
I'm a coward too.
Very well. I'll drink alone.
Boy, oh boy.
A little rough going down, but it's good.
Yeah?
Try it, honey. I wouldn't let anything hurt you.
Here goes nothing.
– It is good. – Yeah?
Yeah.
– See, what did I tell you? – Tastes just like crème de menthe.
– Yeah? – Yeah, you should try it.
– See that? – Alright, alright, I'll try anything once.
It tastes like crème de menthe.
– Yeah? – Marvellous.
I have a toast. Hold it. I have a toast.
A toast to all the cowards in the world who never mix their drinks,
may they one day wake up and find out there's a crazy mixed-up world.
– Great! – I made that up myself.
– Hey, hey. I got one. A toast. – Yeah?
Here's to the girl who lives on the hill, she won't... What's the matter?
Oh, I'm sorry, princess, that's not for ladies.
That's right. Let's drink to a sense of propriety anyway.
Hey, that's a good one. I'll drink to that.
More nectar for the gods.
I'm gonna get stiff on that crème de menthe.
It's getting me all sloppy...
– Here, here, here. – Hit me again, too, you know.
– Jess? – Alright.
Here's to a man I know who plays music in the city parks for trees and birds.
I wonder who she meant by that.
Hey, hey, here's to people, and drinking,
and wives who keep their husbands off the goddamn streets!
I'll drink to that.
I got one. I'll drink to a girl with a voice like an angel.
Well, here's to this drink anyway, cos it makes men say pretty words.
Alright, alright, alright. Here's to me.
Hey, Reno! This man wants to pay my bill.
Good luck.
The champagne will cost you three bucks a split.
Let's get outta here.
– Goodnight, Shirl. – Night.
– What a dump. – Oh, I never come in here.
You never come in here? Hey, Shirley, you listen to me.
You better never come in here again! You hear me?
How do you like that broad? She never comes in here?
Just Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays and Fridays and Saturdays.
She better never come in here again cos from now on, she's barred in this bar!
– She was just embarrassed. – Relax. What kinda hot temper is that?
Well, if she don't wanna come in here, she don't have to come in here.
That's true. Hey, let's drink to bartenders and their troubles.
No, let's drink to dames.
May they just wise up that money ain't everything.
Here's to laughs. Come on, fellas, let's have some, huh?
– I got no more drink, honey. – Wait, I'll fix...
No, no. You go ahead, I'll do it.
You take a turn around with that South American stuff.
– I gotta cool off anyway. – You know how to do that?
Sure I know how to do it, I'm a bartender, ain't I?
I forgot, yeah.
I can't make that.
– Sure you can. – Uh-uh.
It's easy.
You sure move beautifully.
Never mind that.
Come on. Try it. Come on.
It's just one-two, one-two-three. That's all.
How am I doing, Teach?
Never mind about the music. Just come here.
But keep the rhythm, huh?
– Okay? – Okay.
You won't let me fall.
I won't let you fall,
cos you can lean on me any old time, princess.
That's because you're a "leaner-oner" type, that's why.
Did you know some people are leaners?
And other people are leaners-oners? It's true!
I didn't know that. But it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.
– Did I ever tell you about the...? – Phew!
– What? – Anyhow, he takes this girl.
And he opens the door.
And he hands her the key and he says...
...goodnight.
– Good morning. – It doesn't go like this.
Don't turn it on.
Your lips are soft.
Come on. Come on.
Come on with me.
Come on.
Now just sit right over here. Sit down.
I'll be ready for you in just a minute.
I gotta go make myself look pretty for you, don't I?
So you just make yourself comfortable.
And, er... smoke a cigarette or something.
I won't be long.
You won't be sorry.
Cos I'll make you happy.
I like you.
Don't I smell good?
You smell great.
– Oh, what's the matter? – Just, stay there, will you?
Just, right there.
I don't appeal to you? I'm not your type, huh?
Yeah, you are my type.
Then... don't you want me?
I don't understand.
I didn't even have a chance with you.
I mean, how do you know you wouldn't like me, huh?
It has nothing to do with whether I would like you or not.
Whoever told you that's what you had to do in order to reach somebody?
Are you kidding?
Just where do I stand without my body, huh?
Tell me that.
I'm the girl with no mind, haven't you heard?
What good is talking to somebody when nobody listens to you, huh?
What good is falling for somebody when they don't come back?
If I let you go tonight,
I'd never see you again, and you know it.
And you think the bomb is gonna drop and everything inside will be out
and everything down will be up. Hmm?
I don't think. It's too painful.
It's too late for this kind of stuff anyway.
Okay... Then tell me what you want, and I'll make it happen.
Tell me what you want. Just like magic, it's gonna happen.
To live.
Just to live, that's all.
Where? Cleveland? New York? Paris?
How about the moon?
I just don't believe in fairy tales.
You will. I promise you will.
I'll see you tomorrow afternoon about, er...
...two o'clock.
Don't do nothing with the day here.
You leaving?
Two o'clock.
Oh, man, this is for the birds!
Come on, Charlie, stop talking to the customers.
Man, you reach for a high one, and for what? For nobody.
I like it, Charlie.
Maybe we'd all like it, Charlie, if you tried playing it awhile.
Why don't you stop complaining, Charlie?
Yeah, sure, why complain? Fresh air, sunshine...
Exactly what we had in mind when we joined the union.
It's for the birds. The charity bit's fine, at least we get an audience.
– But this? – We're getting paid, man.
They pay more to playground supervisors.
Then learn how to play basketball!
We usually play much better.
– What is it with you guys, anyway? – Just tired.
Tired of playing to trees, that's all.
If I played a tuba and Shelley a bass drum, we'd have a crowd in no time.
Yeah? Tuba and a bass drum? You deserve each other.
Can't have a perfect day, sweetheart.
You know, I never saw anybody look so good in the sunlight before.
I never got in the sunlight before.
No, I mean it.
Come on, Pete, give me a hand here, will you?
Pete!
Take your time, guys.
Goodbye, park. You're strictly for the birds.
– Goodbye, park! – So long squirrels.
Hey, you guys, what's the score?
Hey, come on over and play some ball.
Bring the blonde over, she can umpire.
– Hey, you wanna play some ball? – With them?
Oh, what are you, crazy? We're too old for that nonsense.
You wanna a heart attack or something?
You're in for bat!
These kids are pretty good.
– We only have five guys. – You out of your head or what?
That's enough. Come on, man, let's go.
– Alright, we'll play you. Come on. – They wanna play, we'll play.
You feel athletic?
– No, but you go ahead. – Sure?
– Sure. – Okay.
Let's go. I got third base.
– Push this thing, come on! – Toss me a glove!
Hey, Red, you run like a gazelle!
Let's see the ball, Red. Over here.
I got it. I got it.
Oh, I had it. Alright here.
Whaddya got on that diamond, huh?
This'll fly in your eyeball. Yo!
Come on, you can't even get it up to the plate.
– What's that? – You can't get it up here.
When I toss it to you, let's see what you can do with it!
I'll put it right in your earlobe. Yo, so!
– Slide, Red, slide! – You're out.
I'm safe!
I'm safe too!
That's good, isn't it?
Yeah, very good.
Come on, Ghost, bring us home!
– Come on, Ghost. Come on! – Come on, Ghost. I'm going!
I'll take care of this one, over the fence.
Come on, Ghost, come on. Bring me home, baby. Watch that pitch.
Alright, one out, you guys. Now let's tighten up.
Next time.
Hey, honey, come on. You play.
– Come on, you can't do worse than I did. – She don't want to play, man.
Let me take a bat once.
Beauty before trumpet players. Come on.
Ghost, how can you let a girl bat before me?
Hey, Ghost!
– She's batting next? – Hey, she's playing!
You got a girl playing for you! What a bunch of sissies!
She'll whup you outta the park! Here, sweetheart, hit it.
Come on, princess, let's go. Come on.
Come on, princess!
Come on, baby, check it in there!
Knock it out of the park, honey! Oh, beautiful.
– Run, run, run, run! – Foul ball, foul ball.
Keep going! Here we go! Look out.
What's he getting so excited for, man? It was a foul ball.
So what? It's only a game. Come on, let's go home.
He ain't got it, it's a waiver!
– Did you see it? – Sure.
I hit it and... I never hit a ball before.
Come here, slugger.
– What's the matter? – Wait a minute.
Well, er...
– Hello, Benny. – Hi, listen, er...
– Honey, it's Benny. – I'm sorry, er...
I wanted to tell you, you got an audition tomorrow for the group.
Goldstar Records. Four o'clock.
I'm sorry, this is kind of embarrassing.
You're a funny little guy, anyhow.
Yeah, er... Hello, Jess, I didn't mean to scare you, just looking for Ghost.
You want a drink, Benny?
We can fix him a drink, can't we, baby?
Oh, by the way, Jess,
I'd like to do something about getting you some work.
I know you're probably short on cash and need money for the rent.
I'd like to get you something somewhere, but when you walked out on me last night
I was about to introduce you to some people.
Er, Benny, you don't have to worry about Jess anymore.
My baby's gonna sing with the group.
Let's not lose our heads, I mean. I know Jess needs money, but, er...
Well, your group's instrumental. She's just starting out.
You don't have to worry about Jess anymore, Benny.
Okay. Whatever you say, I guess.
Well, see you tomorrow. Four o'clock.
– Know where the place is? – I'll find it.
– Okay. Goodnight. – Goodnight, Benny.
Hope I didn't embarrass you.
He's a funny little guy, isn't he, honey?
Yeah, he's funny.
He's a scream.
I know something's wrong. What is it?
What do you mean, "something's wrong"?
You know what's bothering me.
I've been around, Ghost. Even with Benny.
– Oh? – Oh? Yeah.
It does make a difference, doesn't it?
Not to me, it doesn't.
I don't know if I could be in love with you cos I don't know if I know what love is.
Then don't worry about what it is.
And don't worry about Benny, and don't worry about rent or recording,
or me, or tomorrow, or nothing.
Alright, kill it.
Come on, knock it off!
Man, what a bunch of bananas!
I don't like the number, Mr Wakefield.
Well, you pay for what we like to play. That's our deal.
– That's not my deal, kid. – It's not?
– I don't like it. – Hey, agent, is he telling the truth?
Let me take care of it, Ghost.
Maybe the best thing is to forget the whole thing. Maybe some other time.
No, no. Just push him, you'll get what you want.
Hey, Benny?
– Man, you dig this? – Another perfect day.
– It was all my fault. – Don't be stupid, honey. You were great.
Hey, why don't we play something else?
"The Sax Raised Its Ugly Head", it's just as good a number.
Same tune. I'm gonna ram my fist up his mouth.
– Oh, man, don't blow it. – Whatever that means.
– Ghost, wait outside. Do you mind? – Don't tell me what to do, Benny.
Benny, when you tell me something, I gotta take it for a fact.
You told me this man wouldn't tell me how to play my music, he'd just listen to it.
He's an idealist, Milt.
But that's the world, kid. That's the way it goes. I hate commercialism too.
Don't blame the poor sound engineer. Blame the world, blame the people.
Turn up that level, will you, Georgie?
See? It's beginning to sound good.
Now that's good. That's good. I like that. Who wrote that?
I did.
It's the same number you heard a minute ago that you didn't like.
Well, I think I like it now.
That girl's good.
I like that, er... What are you laughing at? I like that no-singing singing.
– What do you think, Georgie? – I told you before. It's a lousy room.
You're a musician too. Get in there, let's hear it with the whole outfit, huh?
Okay.
– We don't make any stops this time. – Sure, kid, anything you say.
You know it.
What'd you say the leader's name is?
– He calls himself Ghost. – Ghost, huh?
The Ghosts! The Ghosts. How's that for a group, huh?
The kids'll buy it. It'll attract the kids.
That's the market you have to sell to nowadays.
– How's it feel, Georgie? – It's a lousy room, I told you that!
– But how's it feel? – Passable.
"Passable, passable."
Princess, you were just wonderful! Oh, god!
If you don't mind, Charlie, it's my girl. Boy, you're getting fast!
Honey, you were just beautiful.
Ghost, you're a kook, baby, but I love you.
– Come off it, will you? – You have a great voice, princess.
Gee, that was wonderful, just wonderful, kid.
Oh, and you were beautiful, just beautiful!
I love that style of yours, that, er... no-singing singing, you know?
Kid, I think it's gonna sell a million copies.
Pete, you were beautiful. Man, that was a kookasaki!
– Thank you, Mr Frielobe. – Benny, let's talk business.
You want Ghost in on this, or you wanna handle it yourself?
– Agent, why don't you take care of it? – He trusts you. He trusts you!
– Mr Frielobe, we thank you very much. – Thank you, kid. Thank you again.
– Oh, darling, you were just beautiful. – Huh?
– Where are you gonna be later? – I dunno, around and about.
Give us a call at Nick the Greek's. If we're not there, we'll be at my place.
And if we're not there, you can call us somewhere.
Thanks a lot, Mr Frielobe. How's the missus?
– You don't remember me, do you? – No, I, er...
He said you were a great guy, I didn't believe him. But you're just a great guy.
Hey, Nick! Congratulate us, we made it.
I got some wine, man. I'll buy you a new tie, Nick.
Close up shop, we're gonna celebrate.
What do you mean, "close up shop"?
This is a business property, a business place! Understand that?
We're gonna have a party, Nick!
Will you let me down?
– What's the matter with you guys? – Nick, Nick...
I tell you, this is a business place. This is a circus!
Hold it, Nick. Hold it, will you?
I want you to meet somebody. Princess, say hello to Nick the Greek.
Bobolenos. Nick Bobolenos. I'm very happy to know you.
Please excuse our rough language. The boys, you know...
Isn't he sweet? Isn't he sweet?
– What is your name? – It's Jess... Er, Princess Polanski.
Polanski? That's great. Your name is long, just like mine.
Come on, a game of cards. A game of losers-weepers. Let's play the game.
I'll get some glasses.
– I'll play some music. – I'll get the chips.
– You wanna play? – No, I'll stay out.
– You don't mind, honey? – Of course not.
Sorry.
Charlie's a great dancer, let him teach you the Mambo.
Not on your life. This is a plot to make me lose the girl. Don't go away.
Charlie, stay right where you are.
Hey, you guys... Excuse me, go ahead.
I didn't mean to interrupt, but if you wanna join the party, you're welcome.
You don't mind if we finish the game?
I don't really care what you do. But the wine's on the table. It's up to you.
Charlie Cha-Cha, would you mind taking a seat at the poker table?
You can even use my chips.
Would you get outta...?
He's a nut, he'll dance with anybody.
– Hi. – Alright, hold it, sweetie babies.
Don't anybody drop the bomb but me.
I just conned Frielobe into four singles and possibly an album.
A little vino.
If he digs your way-out blues, you can play anything you want.
– When? – Tomorrow we cut at four o'clock.
What's the charge?
Scale. You get scale, Ghost gets scale, and a very bad deal for the music.
Hey, that's wonderful, you finally got a job.
– Ghost, you're a genius. – Ghost, could I see you a minute?
What do you mean by a bad deal for the music?
I'd like to see you alone, if you don't mind.
– Sure, go on. – No, honey.
Go on.
Okay, we're alone. What's up?
I let you play the blues, I know how much it meant to you.
– Great. So? – Look, I'm just an agent.
But I remember when we were doing one-nighters in little strip-joints.
I know how much sweat you put into it.
But it just seems what we'll get for it isn't worth the heartache.
– But I like the way Jess sings it. – Look, I'm just an agent.
My job is "buy-sell, buy-sell".
You wanna turn in ten years of your life on some dame, that's your business.
Benny, that's not some dame.
That's the girl I'm gonna marry.
Well, like I say, that's your business.
Is this thing gonna go on here, or are we gonna play cards?
Tommy... Look at the girl.
Yeah, she's nutty looking.
Hey, Skipper, get me a glass of wine.
– Some wine, please? – What? Oh, sure. Help yourself, kid.
Charlie, will you quit watching the girl? Come on, let's play cards.
Don't forget you're gonna give us a Greek song, Nick.
Yeah, but I need a girl to sing for that.
– I'll oblige, Mr Bobolenos. – Alright, honey. For you, I sing!
You know, that girl's got class.
Oh... No offence, of course.
You guys, come on and play cards!
Where did you get a girl like that?
Where did you get a girl like that, eh?
– Vince? – I pass.
Er... that's all, sweetie baby.
Listen, I, er... I wanna apologise about last night.
It's nothing. It's nobody's fault. Forget it.
What do you want from me, Jess?
Nothing. I want nothing at all.
I thought we were... two unhappy people that found each other.
You know with me, you never have to go through the motions.
Benny, please.
I love you, Jess.
I'm sorry.
Well... you, er... better think about it. You know I'm the sensitive type.
You hurt my feelings, you got yourself an enemy for life.
See, I don't tell people what I just told you.
– I know Benny, but... – But?
Okay.
– What's the matter? – Nothing.
– Hi. – Hi.
– How much? – What do you got off the record, Ghost?
Off the record, I don't gotta tell you.
Hm-mm? I'll make you a side bet.
You can't make no side bet. There's only two of us left in the game.
The loser drinks a large glass of the wine, okey-dokey?
What do you got?
Okey-dokey, I got three kings.
Drink up.
You try, Ghost!
You want something?
Nah, I'm just an outsider like you guys.
What do you mean, "outsider"?
There's a party going on over there. A bunch of jazz musicians.
Oh, yeah, they were nice enough to give us a drink.
I always say live and let live.
– Ain't you one of them? – No, sir, I work for a living.
Yeah, but I mean you're a friend of theirs, ain't you?
Sometimes.
Tell me... anybody famous in that group?
– Nope. It's just a nothing outfit. – Who's the leader?
Ghost Wakefield.
Ghost Wakefield? Ghost...?
Oh! Ghost Wakefield, yeah, you heard of him.
Never heard of him.
Tell me... is he, er... alright?
– No. – Is he one of them dope fiends?
Who knows?
Come here... Come here.
I noticed that they're all dancing with that one little girl over there.
What's she, some kind of mascot? Huh?
Who knows?
You know, I, er... I wouldn't trust my wife around these musicians.
I hear they give parties that go on all day and all night.
A lot of drinking, taking dope and mixing up of the races.
Bad things like that.
You hang around these musicians. Is that true? Huh?
Yeah.
Well, this one don't seem too bad.
You try, Ghost.
– I don't want any of that Greek slop. – Don't be killjoy! It's great for you!
All the way.
Greeks can drink anybody under the table! Anybody!
– I'm sorry, huh. – It's alright.
Fill it up!
You gonna take me on, Mister?
That's right. I'm gonna take you on.
I think the Irish can out-drink the Greeks any day.
And I got ten bucks on me to prove it. Come on, kid.
– He's had two full glasses already. – It's alright, fill it up, go ahead.
Ten bucks. Come on.
Don't be shy, go ahead.
– My name's Tommy Sheehan. – Great, Irish. Go ahead.
Let's see if this is enough for you.
Or maybe you can stand up with me.
– Hey, potato? – Okay, olive oil. We'll see.
Now pour.
Go ahead, pour.
Come on, Greek. Drink up.
One more. Another. All the way.
Any Greek cheese?
Never mind that Greek cheese! This is straight, little man. Come back.
Come on.
Come on, kid, you pour. Go ahead.
Come on, pour.
Pour, pour, pour!
– Look, that's enough. – Pour...?
That's enough.
I want you to meet a pal of mine. This is Skipper.
Skipper, come here.
This is a wonderful guy, he hates musicians.
– I hate musicians too. – Is that right?
Oh, you know, everybody hates musicians.
Let me ask you something, do you ever sing in the shower?
Yeah.
– That makes him a musician too. – Sure does.
Yeah, but I ain't a dope fiend, and I, er... I don't mix with spades.
Oh, a-ha! I take care of this friend of mine.
You know, he and I are gonna sing a duet together.
Hey, you know, that girl over there is great.
She's with everybody. Everybody but me.
Well, that's cos she's with me.
Yeah, but what's she doing dancing with him?
He happens to be my friend.
– Don't I happen to be your friend? – Nope.
I'm good enough to drink with you, I'm your friend.
– Be a nice guy and go home. – I ain't doing nothing. I'm just looking.
I think she's cute. You've been dancing all night. I think she's real cute.
Get out of it!
You wanna fight? Come on, get up. Come on.
Hey, look, man, I, er... I don't want any trouble.
All I wanted to do was just dance with the girl now.
Hello, Irish. How do you feel, boy?
– I'm alright. – Alright, don't you worry.
Nobody's gonna to hurt you. I'm your friend, right?
– You remember me? – Yeah.
Now listen. You take Skippy. Go home. And I tell you what I'll do.
You come in tomorrow night, you gonna have dinner with me.
We're gonna have our own Greek dish. And then a long bottle of ouzo.
And then the bouzouki. You know?
I just don't want any trouble because...
I got him, man!
Okay, you. Come to me. Come here!
Come on, jazz man. Come on!
Come on.
Yeah, you're the one I want, musician.
Jazz man!
Romeo with your pocket full of needles.
How's your arm, kid? What do you do to the girls?
Come on, musician. Let me see if you can feel this punch.
The girl's got more guts!
Let go off me, boy. Come on, try and break away.
Let go.
Eh, musician? Come on.
Let go.
Now we dance.
Let 'em go, man. Let 'em go.
Let 'em go. Let 'em go!
Let 'em go. That's it, let 'em go.
Come on.
– Come on, you. – Get 'em out. Get 'em outta here.
Nick?
– You okay, Nick? – Come on, Nick.
Boy, he hit me when I wasn't looking.
– Ghost! – Give me a hand here.
Come on, baby. Are you alright?
– Yeah, man, I'm fine. – Get him on that chair, will you?
– I'm fine. – Sit down, man, for a minute.
Had a little tumble, huh?
He hits like a tank, don't he?
– You wanna smoke? – No, no, I'm alright.
– Here, baby. – No, I don't want no smoke.
You okay, princess?
I'm fine, guys, I'm fine.
Drinking that rechino, man.
That'll knock you out, won't it?
You gotta a cut lip, Cliff. Take care of that.
You okay?
Ghost...
I love you.
Would you leave me alone? I don't need no mother!
– Ghost... – Take a walk!
She's shaking.
I wanna go home.
Man, you hurt the girl's feelings. She wants to go home.
– You got two legs, take her home. – Are you sure?
Yeah, Charlie, I'm sure.
You'll be okay.
I know just how you feel.
You okay now?
Yeah, yeah, sure. I'm fine.
Well, er... I'll see you tomorrow, I guess.
Don't go for a minute, would you?
I'd offer you a drink, but I don't have anything here.
Gee, that's too bad. I could use a drink.
Are you married, Charlie?
No.
A guy like you shouldn't have any trouble.
I didn't say I had any trouble. I just said I wasn't married, that's all.
You are Ghost's girl, aren't you?
– No. – No?
I'm not anybody's girl.
Feet on the ground?
I don't know what I'm doing half the time.
And you're not Ghost's girl?
No.
You said you had nothing to drink?
I know of a place that's open. Not far.
You wanna wait for me?
Don't go.
Don't leave me, Charlie, please. I don't wanna be alone.
What are you doing here?
I came to see if you were alright.
You're okay, aren't you, princess?
I'm fine. Nobody hit me.
Look, honey...
Don't you touch me!
– I'm not a prize-fighter. – That's not what I was looking for.
I didn't want a prize-fighter.
Now you just please leave.
Cos I got somebody inside with me.
Yeah.
And he's bigger than you are.
And he's real big.
So he might hurt your feelings.
– Wakefield's late, Benny. Where is he? – He'll be here.
"He'll be here, he'll be here."
Boy, what did I get myself into, "Amateur Night in Dixie"?
– Didn't I tell you about these guys? – Alright.
– Don't worry about it. – Don't worry about it?
Every minute costs me money. Who'll pay the musicians the overtime?
You gotta be independently wealthy to survive in this business.
What happened to Princess?
She got all shook up by the fight and don't want to be a singer no more.
She quit?
Yeah, she doesn't wanna play anymore.
I'd cut off my arm for us before I quit.
Milt, you don't know anything about music.
You don't know nothing about music!
That other girl had a foggy voice. Right, Georgie?
– Yeah. – This girl has a clean voice, right?
– Is that right, Georgie? – Yeah.
Alright, but she'd better be good. I'm warning you, she better be good.
– Milt, she's wonderful. Would I lie? – "Would I lie?" An agent! "Would I lie?"
Hey, er, who's the bird?
Carol Samuels. Got a great voice.
Yeah? Ugly chick.
Man, it's about time.
Told you before they were a bunch of bananas.
Now what's he gonna do?
Are we ready, Mr Wakefield?
– Benny, is there trouble? – We ain't playing the blues.
I got it Milt, just stay out a second.
– Something wrong, kid? – Yeah, something's wrong.
I don't wanna sell the blues, then we'll have to give you something else.
First it's a new girl, now it's a new number. What am I buying here, anyway?
Too bad, that's the way it is.
We made an agreement. I want what I want, nothing else.
– I don't think he's happy with the price. – Benny and I worked it out. We agree.
Did you work it out for me?
You got your deal and it's not changing.
Well, that's not enough, right?
What do you mean, "not enough"? You guys are dependent on Goldstar.
You got one chance, and one chance only,
and it's right here with me now!
Not tomorrow, not playing in some backrooms.
Come on. Think about it, let's be honest.
Ghost, look, er... we got a chance to record here,
and the blues tune is great, and you're not compromising anything.
Come on, Ghost, let's cut it. That's the reason we came here.
Hey, Mr Frielobe. He's not interested in the money.
You know how Mr Frielobe says, "Let's be honest," huh?
Well, let's be honest, guys.
What do you know?
You don't know nothing about playing my music, man.
None of you.
I own that tune. You understand me?
I own it cos I wrote it, cos I scored it, cos I know how to play it.
I sweat with it, I laugh with it, I cry... It's like part of me, you understand?
Look, you're not the only one in the group, man.
Look, Ghost, we're willing to string along with you,
playing charities, clowning around...
What is so important about money all of a sudden?
Are you kidding, man?
Tell me where you guys were gigging when I picked you up? Tell me that.
I'll tell you: nowhere.
That's where.
– Nowhere. – You wait a minute.
I'm gonna tell you something.
You guys are nothing.
Nothing but phonies, man!
Phonies, you dig me? Phonies! You know why?
Cos you talk about fame all the time, and you talk about making it big,
and being something, right?
You told that to me Charlie, didn't you?
Well, go find your own music, man.
Go write it if you can.
I am tired of carrying this group, boy.
– Come on, Ghost... – Get your hands off of me!
No, no, man, no! Shelley, Pete!
Don't fight me, baby. Don't touch him.
Let him drop dead.
Come on, Shel.
Let's go, Benny.
You mean, I'm still in?
– You're my agent, ain't you? – You sure?
Yeah, I'm sure.
– Let's go. – Hey, Ghost, listen...
Benny?
Listen, man, I'm not sore at you.
You don't need this. You're the leader.
If you need a sax, I'm around.
These cats don't understand tough scenes.
– Later, baby. – Benny, are you through with me?
Yeah, thanks, honey. Your cheque'll be at the union and no fee!
We're still friends?
Friends? No. Personally, I can't stand your guts.
But you're talented and my job is to service talented people.
So what do you want me to do?
I don't care.
Well, I care. I got no time for failures.
Okay... make me a success.
Alright.
I know a fairly attractive woman who spends fortunes
sponsoring the careers of talented young jazz musicians.
What do I have to do?
Nothing complicated, just the usual.
Good deal.
I'll make the call right now.
– Vodka and tonic? – Scotch.
– Straight? – On the rocks.
If I'd said on the rocks, you'd have wanted it straight.
Forget it, I'll make my own drink.
– How'd it go tonight? – Like usual.
What a bunch of creeps.
Could be me out there or Harry the Butcher, it's all the same.
Put a label on something, call it jazz and they all swallow it.
Glasses tinkling, whispering...
...waiters clomping their stupid feet.
Who needs it?
– You do. – It could be Art Tatum out there.
They wouldn't care about anything but the cheque.
If you were Art Tatum. But then, you're not.
If you were talented... But you're not that either.
Great, all of a sudden, you became a critic.
I've been with a few good musicians in my day.
I know all about your sex life.
You could get some response if you take a chance on some decent accompaniment.
Would you get me my robe?
I'm getting tired of being pushed around.
I think that's funny.
If I were you, by now, why, I'd be used to it.
I mean I'm getting bored with it.
You're what?
Go ahead, hit me.
– Tired of being pushed? – That's right.
Or bored with me?
– No. – Well, that's what you said.
I mean I'm bored with pretending that you're a success, that you're a hero.
You're as insecure as I am.
You're as disillusioned, and... cheap as I am.
And I'm bored pretending that it's any other way.
Now take a good look in there and see the one difference.
I don't pay for you, do I?
You like to be here, don't you?
You wanna subsidise my music?
– Subsidise your what? – My music.
Darling, not since I've known you.
I don't know what it is you're looking for, but it's not music.
And it's not me either, because what you're looking for isn't around.
It's being unscrewed up that you're looking for.
Hurray, for whatever that's supposed to mean.
That means you're stupid.
That means I want out from you.
– You want what? – Out!
What do you want, huh?
I'm gonna tell you what you want.
And it ain't out.
Er... Hello, Idealist, how are you?
– Ghost Wakefield, Billy Grey. – Hello.
Hello, Countess.
I'm shocked. I'm honestly and truly honoured and deeply shocked.
– Billy, is that right? – Billy Grey.
Well, how are you? How are you, Billy Grey?
You know, the man you're with is my agent,
and I haven't seen him in a whole year.
– I thought you were dead. – Excuse me, Ghost.
I'm showing her the dressing room, she moves in here on the thirteenth.
A bad luck day.
Luck's what you make it, right, artist?
Honey, take a look around, see if you want anything done,
and I'll see if I can have it attended to.
Fine.
Benny, I hear there's a new club opening in Frisco.
Yeah, the Blue Room. But it's too rich for your blood. Right, Countess?
– How much? – Well, you haven't got enough.
They only take names. No exceptions.
Benny, I'd like to have a new shower.
What do you mean by names, man? What do I look like, chopped liver?
– Course I'd rather have a tub... – This is the top spot.
I get the best money in Los Angeles, you know that.
What more do they want?
– Would you like a white rug in here...? – I'm talking to you, man!
– What is it? – That's better.
– Now where do I go after this? – I don't know right now.
When do you suppose you're gonna make up your mind?
I'm not the one who makes the decision. The owner of the clubs do that.
It's very complicated. Have the Countess call me tomorrow.
Like I say, right now I'm in real estate, I'm a rental agent.
– What do you think, honey? – It's fine.
I wanna talk to you now, and I wanna talk to you alone, Benny.
Well, you picked a very bad time, I'm busy.
You have the Countess call me tomorrow.
– I don't wanna have... – It won't take you long.
Why don't you let me wait for you outside?
You're a nice girl. You know how these things are.
It just gets busy for a second. Haven't seen him in a long time.
I gotta talk business, thanks. Thanks.
Look, I said have the Countess call me tomorrow.
I need another job, Benny.
I'm tired of playing the gigolo bit. I'll take a cut.
I don't have to play here in Swanktown, I'll work a downtown club. Don't matter.
Don't be ridiculous.
Benny, I need another gig.
You don't seem to get my point.
Are you kidding, man? They love me out there.
I never played better in my life.
Twenty people came up to me, Benny, tonight,
after I got through playing and they wanted my autograph.
They wanted to talk to me, wanted to invite me to party. Are you kidding?
Once maybe, not now.
What do you mean, "not now"?
I mean a hundred guys can play what you're playing out there,
and ninety-nine of them can play it better.
Who the hell do you think you're talking to?
That's a matter of opinion, man.
That's just one little man's opinion.
I did some weird things, man,
but I never sold my soul.
I sold me, man, but never my soul.
I play what I like with no compromises.
Name me one guy in this business who knows anything about music.
Go ahead, one guy.
There's nobody, I don't care who it is, knows anything good from anything bad.
It's all a matter of opinion, Benny.
And nobody... nobody ever walked out on me.
Well, you had it once when you used to play with your group.
You tried to say something when you played.
Don't talk to me about music!
You can't talk about my music, man!
Alright then, let's not talk about music, let's talk about people.
Cos you're a failure there too, man. You haven't got a friend left in the world.
You wanna know why?
Cos you're a bum.
When an idealist sells himself out, everybody passes judgement.
The bigger the idealist, the bigger the bum.
You're known all over town as "her boy".
And nobody wants her boy playing in their band.
Go on, take a good look in the mirror, kid.
That's all you got left to sell. Go on, take a good look!
As far as I can see, she's the only buyer.
Maybe you can get yourself a job someplace else, I don't know.
But if you're looking for a little respect, forget it!
Remember, you said, "Benny make me a success."
I said to myself, "Here's a guy I can't stand personally,
"a guy who talks big and loud about art and freedom of expression,
"and I think he's a phoney, a real phoney!
"And he wants me to make him a success!" Well, alright, phoney...
You're a success. You got what you wanted.
And I found out what I wanted.
Countess, you wanna call me in the morning? Fine.
If not... I'll see you around, sweetie babies.
What do you say, Greek, old pal? Drinking any wine lately?
Hello, Ghost. What do you know, boy?
I'm living.
You don't come around no more since you work steady.
All the money goes into rich people's pocket.
You know what they say: "Money goes to money."
Mind if I buy myself a beer?
I'll buy the beer.
– Thank you, Ghost. – Pleasure.
Cigar?
No, thanks.
Well, good old days is dead.
– The boys still come around, don't they? – No.
– They don't? – They got a deal down in Los Angeles.
Small dump, they play for a lotta dumbbells.
Dancing and girls.
The place stinks, sawdust on the floor.
Where would that be?
They don't wanna see you no more, Ghost.
– Is that right? – Yeah.
– What's the name of the place? – I don't know...
The Witch's Tale.
Thanks.
Oh, er... what do I owe you for the bruise?
Old time's sake.
Yeah.
You need a sax over in Swanktown?
What say, music man? How's business, man?
– Hello, Charlie. – Great to see you, man.
You, er... working with the boys, huh?
Yeah, well, I'm... just taking a hiatus for a while.
What's it they say on the uptown side of the street...? Slumming.
Seriously, I'm thinking of forming my own group.
I heard you got married.
Married? Me? No.
Is that good or is that bad?
That's great.
Are you living with her?
Listen, man, she was a real stiff, man.
I mean, you threw her over, she comes running to me,
comes all like a storm for a month.
"Marry me," she says.
"Me marry Jess Polanski?" I say.
I say, "What for? I'm a musician, I don't go steady."
So she says she'll kill herself.
So I say, "Drop dead."
What happened to her?
Hey, Ghost...
A dame like that...
...was nothing for a guy like you.
Where do I find her?
Oh, she used to hang around Reno's a lot.
Thanks.
You want this?
Yes or no?
– Are you kidding? – Well, what do you want?
I want a rose-covered cottage.
Let's have another drink.
Baby... this is my busy time.
Then have another drink.
We got a deal. We gotta make a deal.
It's just what you're asking has gotta be thought about.
I mean... Okay, it's a deal.
If you want it.
– Right, Sal? – Why not?
It's late.
Anytime I can drink enough wine...
...I give everything I've got.
Hey, Ghost, come on! Now come on, Ghost. Cut it out!
You heard what I said, now cut it out!
Get out!
Hi.
Hello, Jess.
No more "Princess"?
No, no more "Princess".
Then what'd you come back for?
I mean...
I don't need you to come back in here and...
...and ruin everything.
It's just too late.
I'm not even high fashion.
I just do what I can do best.
That's all. And hope for tomorrow not to be there.
I'm just me, Ghost.
But I'm nothing.
Oh, honey...
Are you something!
Go ahead and powder your nose here.
I'll take you home.
Hurry up.
You're real crazy, Ghost.
You ought to see me in a sheet, I'm a panic then.
Hey, Reno, how much do I owe you?
Give me a sawbuck, we'll call it even.
Jess, honey! Let it go!
Let it go!
In the water!
Look, I've had it, Ghost. I don't want no more trouble!
There's no trouble. Shut up.
Look, you too, get out of here! Go on, go on. Get out of here!
I'm alright.
I probably couldn't have done it anyway.
– I know. – I had lots of time.
And I still love you.
Easy.
Nobody believes anybody anymore, do they, hmm?
I'm good for nothing.
Nothing is the only thing I've ever given in my whole life.
Nothing ever got better because I was there.
Nobody ever once said, "Thank God Jess Polanski was here."
So... buy me a drink, huh?
Or leave me alone.
Let's get outta here.
What are you bringing me in here for?
Take me home! Take me home!
I don't wanna come in here!
Let me go!
You scum!
What, the Countess let her protégé have a night out?
– Alright, that's enough, Red. – Enough nothing!
How's your punch, champ?
I'm sorry, Pete.
Alright, big boy, why don't you just turn around and get out of here?
Go on, Ghost, beat it!
Lose yourself, you heard him!
Red, it doesn't matter what you say, I'm sorry.
There ain't nothing here. Nothing.
Not for you.
Now you get yourself lost!
– Uh-uh. – Then you die.
Charlie...
Shelley, I-I, er...
I'm sorry.
Well, it's just a little too late to be crying the blues now, isn't it?
I'll tell you what you do.
You take your little pink cotton-candy dreams
and you get them outta here!
And I mean outta here!
And on your way out, my friend, you take a look around you
when you take a look at this place.
And you'll realise when you take your little look
that this is everything that we've got in the world.
This is everything that we've got.
For which we say, many thanks.
Now I want to play number six, I wanna play it now!
Let's go, number six. Play it!