De-Lovely Script - Dialogue Transcript

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De-Lovely Script


   

                   

Hello, Cole.



 

                   

l let myself in.



 

                   

We're not late, are we? l hate to be late.



 

                   

No, we're fine.



 

                   

That sounded lovely.



 

                   

l hate funeral music.



 

                   

Though, under the circumstances,

l suppose l should say my prayers.



 

                   

Why start now?



 

                   

Exactly.



  

                   

lf l believed in God,

he would be a song-and-dance man.



  

                   

He would have to carry a tune.

Preferably one of mine.



  

                   

Do you think he would like this?



  

                   

In the still of the night



  

                   

As I gaze from my window



  

                   

At the moon in its flight



  

                   

My thoughts all stray to you



  

                   

You wrote that about Linda, of course.



  

                   

Did l?



  

                   

Songs don't have to be about

someone, you know.



  

                   

We should start.



  

                   

l thought we had.



  

                   

Cole, you have to play us into it.



  

                   

lt's your life. Your music will be our guide.



  

                   

Swell.



  

                   

In the still of the night



  

                   

As I gaze from my window



  

                   

Oh, my God, that's me! l'm so young.



  

                   

You satisfied?



  

                   

He's very good.



  

                   

He's not much of a singer.



  

                   

You never were.



  

                   

In the still of the night



  

                   

The words, l can't hear the words.



  

                   

While the world is in slumber



  

                   

What's the matter, can't he take direction?



  

                   

Cole, talk to me,

l'll pass your thoughts along.



  

                   

He can't hear you.



  

                   

ln a musical,

everyone works for the composer.



  

                   

Times have changed. May l borrow this?



  

                   

Times have changed



  

                   

Never open with a ballad.



  

                   

This isn't one of

those avant-garde things, is it?



  

                   

lt's got to be entertaining, it's a musical.



  

                   

And a love story, of course.



  

                   

A little unconventional, but honest.



  

                   

You're playing with my life.



  

                   

lt's my show.



  

                   

Stead of landing on Plymouth Rock



  

                   

Plymouth Rock



  

                   

would land on them



  

                   

In olden days



  

                   

lt's your life, Cole.



  

                   

Was looked on something shocking



  

                   

Oh, my God.



  

                   

lt's an opening number, of course.



  

                   

lt's the Berlins.



  

                   

lrving, Ellin.



  

                   

lrving gave me my start.

This is my whole life.



  

                   

There's Monty Woolley from Yale.

Look at Monty.



  

                   

That costume is all wrong.

He never wore that.



  

                   

That's all wrong. Change it.



  

                   

And black's white today

And day's night today



  

                   

L. B. Mayer and the gang from MGM.



  

                   

The Hollywood years.



  

                   

When folks who still can ride in jitneys



  

                   

found out that Vanderbilts and Whitneys

lack baby clothes



  

                   

Anything goes



  

                   

Boris and Jack.



  

                   

Bill Wrather.



  

                   

Gerald, Sara, Honoria, where are the boys?



  

                   

Boys.



  

                   

Anything goes



  

                   

Hi, Mom.



  

                   

And every night, the set that's smart



  

                   

is intruding on nudist parties in studios



  

                   

Anything goes



  

                   

Fantastic.



  

                   

So though I'm not a great romancer



  

                   

I know that you're bound to answer

when I propose



  

                   

Anything goes



  

                   

If saying your prayers you like,

if green pears you like



  

                   

If old chairs you like, if backstairs you like,

If love affairs you like



  

                   

Stop, this is wrong for Linda.



  

                   

She should sing a different part, stop.



  

                   

ls it me?



  

                   

No, dear.



  

                   

lt's backstairs and love affairs.

lt's too early for complications.



  

                   

We're gonna get ready for Paris.

lf you're not in Paris, l'll see you later.



  

                   

Come on, move along.



  

                   

You're doing beautifully.

But then, you always do.



  

                   

Remember, it's your story, too.

lt's a love story.



  

                   

-That's why l'm frightened.

-Don't be.



  

                   

Have you ever seen a musical

without a happy ending?



  

                   

All right, then.



  

                   

We've just heard Anything Goes...



  

                   

as if it's Cole's declaration of independence.



  

                   

lndependence from whom?



  

                   

Never mind.



  

                   

Don't argue with the director, love.

Leave that to me.



   

                   

He's very strict.



   

                   

She can't hear you.



   

                   

l know.



   

                   

You're seeing Cole for the first time.



   

                   

You start to move towards him...



   

                   

because there's a spirit in his eye.



   

                   

Go ahead.



   

                   

Move slowly.



   

                   

You'll be fine.



   

                   

Weren't we fools to lose each other?



   

                   

Weren't we fools to say goodbye?



   

                   

God, she was beautiful.



   

                   

She could stop your heart.



   

                   

No, start it.



   

                   

You chose another



   

                   

So did I



   

                   

If we'd realized

our love was worth defending



   

                   

Then the story's broken threads

we might be mending



   

                   

They're so good, it's a shame

more people aren't paying attention.



   

                   

Cole can take care of that.



   

                   

Which one is Cole Porter?



   

                   

The one who's standing, who's being

so serious about being playful...



   

                   

that's my husband Gerald.



   

                   

And the one who's playing at not being

serious at all, that's Cole Porter.



   

                   

-Has somebody died?

-l think it was us, Cole.



   

                   

-Linda Lee.

-Sara Murphy.



   

                   

-We met at Lady Mendel's.

-Yes, indeed.



   

                   

ls that Linda Lee Thomas with Sara?



   

                   

-l really couldn't say.

-No, it is, and just as they described her:



   

                   

The most beautiful divorcée in Paris.

My God, she's ravishing.



   

                   

ls this gonna be another Porter fascination?

An obsession without preliminaries?



   

                   

Obsessions don't have preliminaries.



   

                   

-Will you join me?

-l'm a married man.



   

                   

No, come on grab a chair.



   

                   

Let's really light a fire

under these deadbeats.



   

                   

You begin.



   

                   

I have heard, among this clan



   

                   

You are called ''the forgotten man''



   

                   

Well, did you ever?



   

                   

What a swell party this is



   

                   

Have you heard that Mimsie Starr

just got pinched in the Astor Bar?



   

                   

Well, did you ever?



   

                   

What a swell party this is



   

                   

Take over.



   

                   

-You're not gonna pinch her in the ass?

-l might.



   

                   

Reggie's rather scatterbrained



   

                   

He dove in when the pool was drained



   

                   

Well, did you ever?



   

                   

What a swell party this is



   

                   

It's great, it's grand



   

                   

It's wonderland



   

                   

It's tops, it's first



   

                   

It's DuPont, it's Hearst



   

                   

What clothes, quel chic



   

                   

What pearls, they're the peak



   

                   

What glamor, what cheer



   

                   

This will simply slay you, dear



   

                   

Have you heard the coast of Maine

just got hit by a hurricane?



   

                   

Well, did you ever?



   

                   

What a swell party this is



   

                   

Have you heard that poor dear Blanche



   

                   

Got run down by an avalanche?



   

                   

Well, did you ever?

What a swell party this is



   

                   

What daiquiris



   

                   

What sherry, please



   

                   

What burgundy



   

                   

What great Pommery



   

                   

What brandy, wow



   

                   

What whiskey, here's how



   

                   

What gin and what beer



   

                   

Will you sober up, my dear?



   

                   

Have you heard, Professor Munch



   

                   

ate his wife and divorced his lunch?



   

                   

Well, did you ever?

What a swell party this is



   

                   

Have you heard, it's in the stars



   

                   

Next July, we collide with Mars?



   

                   

Well, did you ever?

What a swell party



   

                   

a swell party, a swellegant, elegant party



   

                   

this is!



   

                   

God, we're a hit!



   

                   

Now we have a party.



   

                   

-Shall we?

-Yes, let's.



   

                   

My God.



   

                   

Grace personified.



   

                   

Was that me? Did l sweep you off your feet?



   

                   

Because l hadn't intended

to do that for quite a while.



   

                   

You really are smooth,

aren't you, Mr. Porter?



   

                   

Never till now, Mrs. Thomas.



   

                   

Your song was absolutely delirious.



   

                   

Thank you. l'm never sure

if they get the joke.



   

                   

-Especially when it's on them.

-Learn to trust your audience.



   

                   

l trust it, l just wish l could expand it.



   

                   

He seems a bit calculating, don't you think?



   

                   

-Weren't you?

-Not entirely.



   

                   

l said l was ambitious,

but l was anything but an opportunist.



   

                   

After all, l spent    years in Paris...



   

                   

just having fun.



   

                   

What are we talking here, a love affair?



   

                   

A business proposition...



   

                   

or a social arrangement?



   

                   

There was nothing arranged...



   

                   

or negotiated about our relationship.



   

                   

lt was...



   

                   

our own.



   

                   

What about these gloves? ls it really true...



   

                   

that you only wear them once

and then you discard them?



   

                   

Yes.



   

                   

To where do you discard them

when you're finished?



   

                   

l send them to a cousin in Louisville.



   

                   

Not this one, all right? Let me keep this.



   

                   

Look at that hand. You should never

cover your hands, they're beautiful.



   

                   

-They're ungainly.

-No, they're strong.



   

                   

No one's ever thought of me

as strong before.



   

                   

l think of you as strong and down to earth...



   

                   

-and solid. l think of you in many ways.

-You're sweet.



   

                   

lsn't that Diaghilev and his boy

from the Ballets Russes?



   

                   

That's his premier danseur.



   

                   

-Would you like to meet them?

-Don't know, would l?



   

                   

Perhaps another time. Bonjour.



   

                   

He is an acquaintance from yesterday.



   

                   

An unmanned piano. Come on.



   

                   

I know you hate to hear



   

                   

That I adore you, dear



   

                   

Not you, dear.



   

                   

But grant me, just the same



   

                   

I'm not entirely to blame



   

                   

For



   

                   

you'd be



   

                   

so easy to love



   

                   

Christ, that cue is as loud as my whistle.



   

                   

And it's too early for another song.



   

                   

lf you can say it better than

you write it, fine. Otherwise, Cole sings.



   

                   

All right.



   

                   

The yearning for



   

                   

So swell to keep every home fire



   

                   

Thank you.



   

                   

Burning for



   

                   

We'd be so grand at the game



   

                   

So carefree together



   

                   

that it does seem a shame



   

                   

If you can't see



   

                   

Your future with me



   

                   

'Cause you'd be



   

                   

oh, so easy to love



   

                   

Dear Cole.



   

                   

You have so much nerve, Mr. Porter.

God, l'd be frightened.



   

                   

l'm just showing off.



   

                   

There are much worse things to be afraid of.



   

                   

You have a dazzling gift

and a life to go with it.



   

                   

What could you possibly be afraid of?



   

                   

Myself.



   

                   

l'm not afraid of that.



   

                   

l hope you never will be.



   

                   

Even when you really get to know me.



   

                   

We'd be so grand



   

                   

at the game



   

                   

So carefree together



   

                   

that it does seem a shame



   

                   

If you



   

                   

can't see



   

                   

Your future with me



   

                   

'Cause you'd be



   

                   

oh, so easy



   

                   

to love



   

                   

l thought you would be

tired of your apartment.



   

                   

You're gonna have to help me out here.



   

                   

l mean, if this is really you.



   

                   

Why?



   

                   

This is how it was. This is how l was.



   

                   

l wanted every kind of love

that was available.



   

                   

I could never find them in the same person.



   

                   

Or the same sex.



   

                   

l've never had the urge to be

completely honest with anyone until you.



   

                   

lt's quite disturbing.



   

                   

Especially since l haven't been

totally honest.



   

                   

You knew so much about me

when we met, Cole...



   

                   

don't you think l'd heard

a thing or two about you?



   

                   

Then you know about....



   

                   

Well, that l can be....



   

                   

That l have...



   

                   

other interests.



   

                   

lnterests, the pursuit of which

some people might find cruel to you.



   

                   

You mean men?



   

                   

Yes, men.



   

                   

Let's just say you like them more than l do.



   

                   

Nothing is cruel that fulfills your promise.



   

                   

l've been promising all my life.



   

                   

l've got a notebook

full of promise. Trunks full.



   

                   

l want to be more than promising to you.



   

                   

We could fulfill your promise together.



   

                   

We could be singular as a couple.



   

                   

Would you stay for dinner?



   

                   

lt will be just us.



   

                   

l'd like that.



   

                   

So, did you love her then?



   

                   

Then? I don't know.



   

                   

I thought I might discover what love was.



   

                   

The physical side was always....



   

                   

We could take it or leave it.



   

                   

It was pleasant enough.



   

                   

But the intimacy was stunning.



   

                   

Good morning.



   

                   

What's that?



   

                   

lt's an idea for a song.



   

                   

This part, right here,

l think would go nicely with...



   

                   

''l love you.''



   

                   

What do you think?



   

                   

l think that would be beautiful.



   

                   

l do, you know.



   

                   

You don't have to love me

the way that l love you, Cole.



   

                   

Just love me.



   

                   

lt's so easy.



   

                   

This verse you've started seems to me



   

                   

The Tin Pan-tithesis of melody



   

                   

So to spare you all the pain



   

                   

Monty.



   

                   

l almost didn't recognize you

under all that hair.



   

                   

We've all matured since school, Coley.



   

                   

At Yale, the only grooms

that interested you were in the stables.



   

                   

Monty, behave yourself.

This is the happiest day of my life.



   

                   

The night is young, the skies are clear



   

                   

So if you wanna go walking, dear



   

                   

Along with the bluebird, dogwood is

the great harbinger of the Kentucky spring.



   

                   

-They're beautiful.

-Thank you.



   

                   

l'm ready.



   

                   

Ma'am.



   

                   

Where is he?



   

                   

You might prefer privacy.



   

                   

l would not.



   

                   

To holy matrimony, then.



   

                   

And whatever further perforations

you may put in it.



   

                   

-Excuse me.

-What?



   

                   

Sorry, Monty.



   

                   

lt's good to see you again, Mrs. Thomas.



   

                   

-lt's Mrs. Porter.

-Not yet.



   

                   

Don't blame poor Cody...



   

                   

he was only doing what l told him.



   

                   

My name never suited?

Thomas not proper enough?



   

                   

lt's another name for ''shame.''



   

                   

So now you're all snug and proper, are you?



   

                   

Marrying this fawn?



   

                   

Why are you here, Edward?



   

                   

There's a certain section of the bar here.



   

                   

The left side, l think, significantly enough...



   

                   

where your groom and his gentleman

friends like to call on each other.



   

                   

l assumed, for symbolic purposes at least...



   

                   

that the wedding would be held there.

l had to assume, you see...



   

                   

since my invitation never arrived.



   

                   

-l would invite you to hell.

-No need.



   

                   

Already there.

Too bad you never cared for it.



   

                   

ln spite of caring for you once--



   

                   

My fault, then.

You offered care, l needed passion.



   

                   

What does the fawn need?



   

                   

Can you supply him?

Surely not with everything.



   

                   

And what can he give you?



   

                   

Pride.



   

                   

Don't turn your back on me, Mrs. Thomas.



   

                   

That's so funny.



   

                   

From what l remember,

it was the position you most favored.



   

                   

-Are you all right?

-l'm fine.



   

                   

Wait.



   

                   

Mr. Thomas, you have

the most peculiar sense of timing.



   

                   

You think you can make her happy

because you won't violate her delicacy?



   

                   

Because you don't need her as a woman?



   

                   

l think maybe

we define ''woman'' differently.



   

                   

l don't define it as ''punching bag,''

for instance.



   

                   

Cole's not like you. He creates, you destroy.



   

                   

And as you can see,

you're a failure even at that.



   

                   

Let's get married.



   

                   

See the crowd in that church



   

                   

See the proud parson plopped on his perch



   

                   

Get the sweet beat of that organ



   

                   

sealing our doom



   

                   

Here goes the groom, boom!



   

                   

How they cheer and how they smile



   

                   

As we go galloping down the aisle



   

                   

It's divine, dear, it's diveen, dear



   

                   

It's de-wunderbar, it's de-victory



   

                   

It's de-vallop, it's de-vinner

It's de-voiks



   

                   

-Mrs. Murphy?

-Absolutely.



   

                   

The knot is tied and so we take



   

                   

A few hours off to eat wedding cake



   

                   

It's delightful, it's delicious



   

                   

It's de-lovely



   

                   

It feels so fine



   

                   

-Thank you, dearest.

-For what?



   

                   

For all of this, for our future.



   

                   

For being with me just now with Edward.



   

                   

That was nothing.

That was pest control, that's all.



   

                   

To the pop of champagne



   

                   

Off we hop in our plush little plane



   

                   

Till a bright light through the darkness



   

                   

They seem so happy.



   

                   

Let's hope he doesn't misbehave.



   

                   

Our day's complete

And what a beautiful bridal suite



   

                   

It's dreamy, it's drowsy



   

                   

It's de-reverie, it's de-rhapsody



   

                   

It's de-regal, it's de-royal



   

                   

It's de-Ritz, it's de-lovely



   

                   

We settle down



   

                   

as man and wife



   

                   

To solve the riddle called married life



   

                   

It's delightful



   

                   

It's delicious



   

                   

Now you love her, yes?



   

                   

l said the words.



   

                   

l meant them.



   

                   

l wanted to mean them.



   

                   

God knows l wrote them often enough.



   

                   

And even more after we were married.



   

                   

Maybe that says something.



   

                   

They did always sound better

with music under them.



   

                   

God, she was beautiful.



   

                   

Venice.



   

                   

We had such parties.



   

                   

We had a floating dance floor

on the Grand Canal.



   

                   

You know that Robert Browning

once lived in that palazzo?



   

                   

He got a lot more written than I did,

but he didn't have half the fun.



   

                   

There they are. Hello, Berlins.



   

                   

Welcome to Palazzo Rezzonico.



   

                   

I got so out of hand that finally

Linda had to bring in reinforcements.



   

                   

And being Linda, she brought the best.



   

                   

She single-handedly

orchestrated my reformation.



   

                   

l have to say, the music is not bad, either.



   

                   

-ls that Cole?

-Yes, it is.



   

                   

This funny thing



   

                   

called love



   

                   

Just who can solve its mystery?



   

                   

Cole?



   

                   

You're lrving Berlin.



   

                   

-Am l interrupting?

-No, l mean, yes.



   

                   

But it's an honor to be interrupted

by America's greatest songwriter.



   

                   

-What a pleasure.

-The most publicized, that's for sure.



   

                   

And rightfully so.



   

                   

Linda has told us so much about you,

she's left out the most important stuff.



   

                   

-What would that be?

-Your songs.



   

                   

l heard about them, but l've never actually

heard one played before.



   

                   

You were listening to that?

That's a bit daunting.



   

                   

l need a drink. Can l offer you something?



   

                   

No, it's okay.

l'm gonna let you get back to your work.



   

                   

l'd love to hear the tune when it's done.



   

                   

lt's a real pleasure. A real pleasure.



   

                   

-Pleasure's mine, welcome to Venice.

-Thank you very much.



   

                   

-We'll have some fun later.

-l look forward to that, Cole.



   

                   

I was a humdrum person



   

                   

Leading a life apart



   

                   

When love flew in through my window wide



   

                   

And quickened my humdrum heart



   

                   

Love flew in through my window



   

                   

I was so happy then



   

                   

But after love



   

                   

had stayed a little while



   

                   

Love flew out again



   

                   

What is this thing called love?



   

                   

This funny thing



   

                   

called love?



   

                   

Just who can solve its mystery?



   

                   

Why should it make



   

                   

a fool of me?



   

                   

I saw you there



   

                   

one wonderful day



   

                   

You took my heart



   

                   

and threw it away



   

                   

That's why I ask the Lord



   

                   

in heaven above



   

                   

What is this thing



   

                   

called love?



   

                   

What is this thing called love?



   

                   

This funny thing



   

                   

called love?



   

                   

Just who can solve its mystery?



   

                   

Why should it make



   

                   

a fool of me?



   

                   

I saw you there



   

                   

one wonderful day



   

                   

You took my heart and threw it away



   

                   

That's why I ask the Lord



   

                   

in heaven above



   

                   

What is this thing



   

                   

called love?



   

                   

Bravo, Cole.



   

                   

You know, Cole, you're spoiling us.



   

                   

And, excuse me, you're pampering yourself.



   

                   

You have far too much talent

to waste as an amateur.



   

                   

And we must do something about that.



   

                   

l think it may be the most beautiful

love song you've written yet.



   

                   

Why, thank you.

There's quite a bit of you in it.



   

                   

What do you think you'll call it?



   

                   

l don't know, something about confusion.



   

                   

Dinner is served.



   

                   

Yes, let's eat.



   

                   

Thank you for your indulgence.



   

                   

That was the truth, for the most part.



   

                   

There was a lot of Linda in that song.



   

                   

I wish there could have been more.



   

                   

We are leaving soon, you know.

The tour begins.



   

                   

l heard.



   

                   

l don't like it one bit.



   

                   

l don't know

what l'm going to do without you.



   

                   

Of course, you know...



   

                   

it is only a European tour...



   

                   

and l can travel.



   

                   

l could mysteriously appear

in certain European cities from time to time.



   

                   

But you are a married man.

What about Mrs. Porter?



   

                   

Boris, l've told you...



   

                   

Mrs. Porter...



   

                   

tries very hard to want what l want.



   

                   

Surely not everything.



   

                   

Whatever l need.



   

                   

As long as she knows

the rest belongs to her.



   

                   

And what is the rest?



   

                   

Everything that happens in the daylight.



   

                   

Which is why l have to go.



   

                   

-l'll see you there?

-Of course.



   

                   

You could have a great career



   

                   

And you should, yes, you should



   

                   

Only one thing stops you, dear



   

                   

You're too good, way too good



   

                   

If you want a future, darling,

why don't you get a past?



   

                   

'Cause that fatal moment's coming at last



   

                   

We're all alone, no chaperone



   

                   

Can get our number



   

                   

The world's in slumber



   

                   

Let's misbehave



   

                   

There's something wild about you, child

It's so contagious



   

                   

Let's be outrageous



   

                   

Let's misbehave



   

                   

When Adam won Eve's hand



   

                   

He wouldn't stand for teasing



   

                   

He didn't care about

those apples out of season



   

                   

They say that spring means just one thing



   

                   

To little lovebirds



   

                   

We're not above birds, let's misbehave



   

                   

l'm being hailed.



   

                   

lt's from lrving.



   

                   

lrving?



   

                   

-You knew.

-l had hoped.



   

                   

No, you knew.



   

                   

Okay, l didn't know

what the show was to be called.



   

                   

lt's to be called Paris.



   

                   

And lrving has assured the producer...



   

                   

that l'm the only one

with the suitable sophistication...



   

                   

to do the show.



   

                   

So it seems that we would be

leaving Venice...



   

                   

to go to New York to do a show called Paris.



   

                   

We'll go, won't we?



   

                   

Darling, what do you think?



   

                   

l know you would like to.



   

                   

You orchestrated the whole thing,

you willed it into being.



   

                   

l'm just not sure l'm ready.



   

                   

Cole, l promise you, you are ready.



   

                   

lrving Berlin believes in your talent.



   

                   

He wouldn't recommend you

simply out of friendship.



   

                   

No, l suppose not.



   

                   

Cole, it will be a wonderful chance for you,

and a good change for us.



   

                   

Yes.



   

                   

Yes, we'll go?



   

                   

Yes, it will be a big change.



   

                   

l think we need a change.



   

                   

l never intended this

to cause a breach between us.



   

                   

lt hasn't, it just....



   

                   

Cole, we never had a formal agreement,

we don't need one now.



   

                   

lt's done.



   

                   

l can't promise you that.



   

                   

Just so it doesn't put us in jeopardy.



   

                   

Or your music.



   

                   

You really love me that much?



   

                   

You are the rhythm of my heart.



   

                   

They're playing your song.

Would you care to dance?



   

                   

Why not?



   

                   

They say that bears have love affairs



   

                   

And even camels



   

                   

We're merely mammals, let's misbehave



   

                   

See, true love.



   

                   

l'm not so sure about true.



   

                   

Linda played that beautifully.



   

                   

l think that's when l began to really love her.



   

                   

All right, Linda, Cole,

smile if you're in love, please.



   

                   

Didn't that make things

even more complicated?



   

                   

-What things?

-Your other relationships.



   

                   

No, why should it?



   

                   

Isn't that why birds do it, bees do it?



   

                   

Even educated fleas do it



   

                   

Let's do it



   

                   

Let's fall in love



   

                   

In Spain, the best upper sets do it



   

                   

Lithuanians and Letts do it



   

                   

Let's do it



   

                   

Let's fall in love



   

                   

The Dutch in old Amsterdam do it



   

                   

Not to mention the Finns



   

                   

Welcome, sir.



   

                   

Folks in Siam do it



   

                   

Think of Siamese twins



   

                   

Say hello to Mrs. Porter.



   

                   

Richard, would you please take my hat?



   

                   

People say in Boston, even beans do it



   

                   

Let's do it, let's fall in love



   

                   

Cold Cape Cod clams



   

                   

against their wish, do it



   

                   

Even lazy jellyfish do it



   

                   

Let's do it, let's fall in love



   

                   

Electric eels, I might add, do it



   

                   

Though it shocks them, I know



   

                   

Why ask if shad do it?



   

                   

Waiter, bring me shad roe



   

                   

In shallow shoals, English soles do it



   

                   

Goldfish in the privacy of bowls do it



   

                   

Let's do it



   

                   

Let's fall in love



   

                   

The dragonflies in the reeds do it



   

                   

Sentimental centipedes do it



   

                   

Let's do it



   

                   

Let's fall in love



   

                   

Mosquitoes, heaven forbid, do it



   

                   

So does every katydid do it



   

                   

Let's do it



   

                   

Let's fall in love



   

                   

The most refined



   

                   

ladybugs do it



   

                   

When a gentlemen calls



   

                   

Moths in your rugs do it



   

                   

What's the use of mothballs?



   

                   

Locusts in trees do it



   

                   

Bees do it



   

                   

Even overeducated fleas do it



   

                   

Let's do it, let's fall in love



   

                   

Let's do it, let's fall in love



   

                   

Let's do it, let's fall in love



   

                   

Very cheeky. Excellent.



   

                   

-That's so far.

-Listen to them.



   

                   

One act down, one to go.



   

                   

Darling, for you.



   

                   

God, Linda.



   

                   

Exquisite.



   

                   

Just a little memory.



   

                   

There are no little memories with you.



   

                   

Patrick, you all right?



   

                   

ls he all right doing that?

His doctors approve?



   

                   

Probably not,

but he's got to have a childhood.



   

                   

His sickness seems to come and go.



   

                   

Patrick, let me give you

the key to the cartwheel.



   

                   

lt's all mental.



   

                   

Keep your arms straight.



   

                   

Here comes trouble.



   

                   

You plant it, watch this, ready?



   

                   

And plant it like that. See?



   

                   

Good catch.



   

                   

l always thought so.



   

                   

Sun-tanned, wind-blown



   

                   

Honeymooners at last alone



   

                   

-You know, this was written as a duet.

-Thanks.



   

                   

Oh, how lucky we are



   

                   

While I give to you and you give to me



   

                   

True love, true love



   

                   

So on and on it will always be



   

                   

True love, true love



   

                   

Cole, l know this is your song,

but it just doesn't sound like you.



   

                   

Linda thinks it does.



   

                   

With nothing to do



   

                   

Are you going to put it

in the new show you're working on?



   

                   

-Why not?

-Because it doesn't sound like me.



   

                   

Love forever true



   

                   

Bravo!



   

                   

Oh, my goodness,

could you be any more wonderful?



   

                   

Come in.



   

                   

-Hello.

-Hi.



   

                   

l was lying in my bed just now, thinking...



   

                   

l don't want to stay in that room.

l want to stay here tonight, is that all right?



   

                   

Of course it is, darling.

ls everything all right?



   

                   

Are you lonely?



   

                   

No, l'm fine.



   

                   

lt's just that....



   

                   

lt's funny, this afternoon...



   

                   

l was watching you...



   

                   

and watching you

watching the Murphys' kids...



   

                   

and l thought about how happy we are

and how much we have...



   

                   

and then l thought about the Murphys

and how happy they are...



   

                   

and l think we could be....



   

                   

We are as happy as the Murphys,

but we could be happy in the way that...



   

                   

the Murphys are happy

if we had what the Murphys have.



   

                   

They bring them so much happiness.



   

                   

l'm so glad l'm not trying

to write this as a song.



   

                   

lt would be a beautiful serenade.



   

                   

Champagne,

or how do you wanna play this?



   

                   

Comedy, tragedy? Musical comedy, farce?



   

                   

Why don't we just play?



   

                   

Good idea.



   

                   

Night and day



   

                   

You are the one



   

                   

Only you beneath the moon



   

                   

And under the sun



   

                   

Whether near to me or far



   

                   

It's no matter, darling, where you are



   

                   

I think--



   

                   

Stop!



   

                   

-lt's impossible, l just can't do it.

-Cole.



   

                   

He is only an actor,

but he's still maybe right.



   

                   

He's tried it seven times.

The song is a problem.



   

                   

l told you, we should have given it

to Astaire.



   

                   

Beard, the song is not a problem,

it's a challenge.



   

                   

Just give me a moment.



   

                   

Jack, dear boy...



   

                   

what can l do to help?

Anything, just name it.



   

                   

Write another song.



   

                   

God, that cuts me right to the quick.



   

                   

l know it's God-awful,

but it's the best l can do.



   

                   

And we open in three days.



   

                   

Look, Mr. Porter, the song goes

so high and so low, it is impossible.



   

                   

lt's not impossible.

Jack, l wrote it with you in mind.



   

                   

l know you've got it. l can sing it,

and l have a range of three notes.



   

                   

Where did you come up with it?



   

                   

l get all my ideas from a little Chinese man

in Poughkeepsie.



   

                   

Listen, you can sing this.

The problem is, you're not having any fun.



   

                   

Just don't think about the melody.



   

                   

Just think about the words.

lt's about obsession.



   

                   

lt's about being in love.



   

                   

You've been in love?



   

                   

All right, obsess about it.

Just sing it with me.



   

                   

Think about the lyrics and just look at me.

One more time. Jimmy?



   

                   

Like the beat beat beat of the tom tom



   

                   

When the jungle shadows fall



   

                   

Like the tick tick tock of the stately clock



   

                   

-As it stands against the wall

-lt's relentless, it's obsessive.



   

                   

Like the drip drip drip of the raindrops



   

                   

When the summer shower is through



   

                   

So a voice within me keeps repeating



   

                   

You you you



   

                   

Night and day



   

                   

You are the one



   

                   

Only you beneath the moon



   

                   

And under the sun



   

                   

That's beautiful.



   

                   

Whether near to me or far



   

                   

It's no matter, darling, where you are



   

                   

I think of you



   

                   

Night and day



   

                   

Jimmy, try E flat.



   

                   

Day and night



   

                   

Why is it so



   

                   

That this longing for you



   

                   

Follows wherever I go?



   

                   

In the roaring traffic's boom



   

                   

In the silence of my lonely room



   

                   

I think of you



   

                   

Night and day



   

                   

Night and day



   

                   

Under the hide of me



   

                   

There's an, oh, such a hungry yearning



   

                   

Burning inside of me



   

                   

And this torment won't be through



   

                   

Till you let me spend my life



   

                   

Making love to you



   

                   

Day and night



   

                   

Night and day



   

                   

Bravo.



   

                   

I never believed in anything,

least of all myself, until Linda.



   

                   

She restored me to myself.



   

                   

And l gave her back...



   

                   

me.



   

                   

Hardly payment in kind.



   

                   

lrving swears that The Times critic

was dancing up the aisle.



   

                   

Our producer was still standing

in the front row, applauding.



   

                   

No triumph complete without this.

Thank you.



   

                   

You're welcome. Let's not be late.



   

                   

l'm gonna ride with Monty

if it's all right with you.



   

                   

He says the London producers

are dying to talk to me...



   

                   

about the West End transfer.

ls it all right if l join you later?



   

                   

Can't you speak with him at the party?



   

                   

No business at the party, only fun.



   

                   

-lt's all right, l'll be there soon.

-All right.



   

                   

Bye-bye.



   

                   

Beard, you know, you're very dear to me,

always have been...



   

                   

but these opening night gifts of yours

are becoming more and more intricate.



   

                   

lt's not as elegant as one of

Linda's cigarette cases, l know...



   

                   

but l believe it may be better suited

to the daring side of your nature.



   

                   

Monty, you've always been so solicitous

vis-à-vis my nature. You pamper me.



   

                   

l have to, my boy. Nature is a nasty bitch.



   

                   

lf nature were fair, l'd be Marlene Dietrich.



   

                   

If you wake up and dream



   

                   

Life will suddenly seem

as gay as it used to be



   

                   

Never mind what they say

Let your dreams dream away



   

                   

And you'll still be alive

when they're dead



   

                   

Your words.



   

                   

Yes, Monty, but it's a song,

not a call to arms.



   

                   

Arms weren't what l had in mind.



   

                   

l wanted to tell you privately

how much all your attention did for me.



   

                   

And Night and Day,

how much it means to me.



   

                   

From here on,

you two will have to improvise.



   

                   

l'm gonna find some trouble of my own

in the Ramble.



   

                   

Shall we have a cigarette?



   

                   

Good morning.



   

                   

This is something new.



   

                   

To be inconsiderate,

to ignore your obligations.



   

                   

l know.



   

                   

l'm so sorry, l really am.

That was unforgivable.



   

                   

Cole, you disappointed a lot of people

last night.



   

                   

The London producers were there.



   

                   

Some Hollywood people were most anxious

to speak with you.



   

                   

l don't want to go to Hollywood,

and l don't want to fight.



   

                   

l don't want to fight.



   

                   

-And l don't want to blame.

-Thank you for that, dear.



   

                   

But if things are gonna be different...



   

                   

l'd like to know.



   

                   

l'll tell you as soon as l know.



   

                   

You must have known already.



   

                   

l got the ending.



   

                   

I didn't know how much my happiness

would hurt us.



   

                   

We couldn't hear the songs

the same way anymore.



   

                   

Suddenly the lyrics all sounded like code.



   

                   

In olden days, a glimpse of stocking



   

                   

was looked on as something shocking



   

                   

Now heaven knows



   

                   

Anything goes



   

                   

Good authors, too,

who once knew better words



   

                   

Now only use four-letter words



   

                   

Writing prose



   

                   

Anything goes



   

                   

If saying your prayers you like



   

                   

They love your song.



   

                   

-If green pears you like

-If green pears you like



   

                   

-If old chairs you like

-If old chairs you like



   

                   

Don't you?



   

                   

If backstairs you like



   

                   

-If love affairs you like

-If love affairs you like



   

                   

If love affairs you like



   

                   

With young bears you like



   

                   

Why, nobody will oppose



   

                   

So though I'm not a great romancer



   

                   

I know that I'm bound to answer



   

                   

When you propose



   

                   

Anything goes



   

                   

Ellin says lrving is having

a great run in Hollywood.



   

                   

The Gershwins are there--



   

                   

You want me to leave

at the top of my game?



   

                   

-If old hymns you like

-If old hymns you like



   

                   

-If bare limbs you like

-If bare limbs you like



   

                   

-If Mae West you like

-If Mae West you like



   

                   

Or me undressed you like



   

                   

l'll give this to you now in case...



   

                   

Monty has more producers for you to visit.



   

                   

The set that's smart is intruding on

nudist parties in studios



   

                   

Anything goes



   

                   

Anything goes



   

                   

Anything goes



   

                   

-By the way, do you want one?

-No, thank you.



   

                   

-That's beautiful. From Linda?

-Yeah, of course, opening night.



   

                   

Linda must be keeping Cartier in business

all by herself.



   

                   

-She does spoil me. l don't deserve it.

-No, you probably don't.



   

                   

Which reminds me, how's Linda?



   

                   

She's all right.



   

                   

A bit more fragile than usual,

but all right. How's Patrick?



   

                   

There's a doctor in Zurich

who may give us more time.



   

                   

They don't give you much hope

with tuberculosis.



   

                   

So sorry.



   

                   

Does Linda know? She hasn't said anything.



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

She said, ''We live in castles built on sand.''



   

                   

l just think that life has been

one great carnival...



   

                   

and now we're teetering on the high wire.



   

                   

Yes, but you've got Sara to catch you,

and l have Linda.



   

                   

Ever wonder who's there to catch them?



   

                   

When they begin



   

                   

The beguine



   

                   

It brings back the sound



   

                   

Of music so tender



   

                   

It brings back a night



   

                   

Of tropical splendor



   

                   

It brings back a memory



   

                   

evergreen



   

                   

I'm with you once more



   

                   

under the stars



   

                   

And down by the shore



   

                   

an orchestra's playing



   

                   

And even the palms



   

                   

seem to be swaying



   

                   

When they begin



   

                   

the beguine



   

                   

To live it again



   

                   

is past all endeavor



   

                   

Except when that tune



   

                   

clutches my heart



   

                   

And there we are



   

                   

Swearing to love forever



   

                   

Promising never



   

                   

Never to part



   

                   

What moments divine



   

                   

What rapture serene



   

                   

Till clouds came along to disperse



   

                   

the joys we had tasted



   

                   

And now when I hear people curse



   

                   

the chance that was wasted



   

                   

I know but too well



   

                   

what they mean



   

                   

So don't let them begin



   

                   

the beguine



   

                   

Let the love that was once a fire



   

                   

remain an ember



   

                   

Let it sleep like the dead desire



   

                   

I only remember



   

                   

When they begin



   

                   

the beguine



   

                   

When they begin



   

                   

the beguine



   

                   

l am so terribly sorry, darling.

l know how late l must be.



   

                   

Late?



   

                   

-Linda, you missed the whole thing.

-l misplaced the cigarette case.



   

                   

l'd rather have had you.



   

                   

lt would have been bad luck.



   

                   

To hell with luck.



   

                   

This feels very wrong.

l don't like bringing up this whole thing.



   

                   

lt happened and it was over,

and that was that.



   

                   

We never brought it up again.



   

                   

Finished, done.



   

                   

Done, maybe. Finished?



   

                   

-l won't have it.

-lt's not your choice.



   

                   

Anyway, l hope you like it.



   

                   

Linda, what were you thinking?



   

                   

You wouldn't have lost it.



   

                   

l had hoped not.



   

                   

-What are you talking about?

-Nothing!



   

                   

Absolutely nothing. Definitively nothing.



   

                   

Shall we go now?



   

                   

l would hate to compound the felony

by making us late for the party.



   

                   

That would be terrible, dreadful.

A tragedy too great to bear.



   

                   

God, Linda, what's happened?



   

                   

Nothing, just a small thing. lt's just not like

being late or missing an opening.



   

                   

A very small thing...



   

                   

that stopped growing.



   

                   

My sweet girl, l'm so sorry.



   

                   

l didn't want to tell you like this.



   

                   

l just went to the doctor,

he said l should rest, and it got so late.



   

                   

l'm sorry.



   

                   

l wanted it so, Cole.



   

                   

l wanted it for us.



   

                   

l know.



   

                   

-l want to take you home now. All right?

-l don't want to go home.



   

                   

l don't even feel like we have a home.



   

                   

Then we'll find a new one.



   

                   

We'll get out of town, we'll travel.

We'll find a new place.



   

                   

Some place good for you and good for me.



   

                   

lf everyone's moved to Hollywood,

then we'll go there, too. We'll try it.



   

                   

We'll make a fresh start.



   

                   

Let's just get the doctor in tonight,

just to make sure you're all right.



   

                   

No more doctors.



   

                   

l already know l'm not all right.



   

                   

Linda, then it wasn't meant to be, that's all.



   

                   

So, fine, we'll be all right.



   

                   

We'll be just fine with what was meant to be.



   

                   

That's you and that's me.



   

                   

That's what was meant to be.



   

                   

l love you, Linda Porter.



   

                   

l love you so much.



   

                   

-Okay, darling, don't cheat.

-lt's not in my nature to cheat.



   

                   

All right, okay.



   

                   

-All right. Ready?

-l'm ready.



   

                   

My goodness.



   

                   

ls it all right?



   

                   

No, l'd like something a little bigger, please.



   

                   

lt's Hollywood, darling,

we do things big out here.



   

                   

This is beautiful. Look at the bow.



   

                   

Richard!



   

                   

Let me show you the inside.



   

                   

All of Metro is proud to have you

as part of our family, Cole.



   

                   

You said that, L.B.

Thank you, l appreciate it.



   

                   

l wanted to tell you again,

just to be sure you know.



   

                   

-We know you'll be happy here.

-l'm already happy.



   

                   

Swell. That makes me happy, you're happy.



   

                   

You know who else makes me happy?

lrving Berlin.



   

                   

Every song lrving Berlin writes, l love.

You know why?



   

                   

Because his songs sound like

what people who aren't clever...



   

                   

say to each other when they're in love.

Real love songs.



   

                   

Not clever love songs.



   

                   

Could you write real love songs?



   

                   

When you write funny songs,

l want funny-funny, not clever-funny.



   

                   

Could you do that for me?



   

                   

You're stronger if you're not angry.



   

                   

Tickle their ribs as you slide in the knife.



   

                   

Try it.



   

                   

I'll remember forever

when I was but three



   

                   

Mama, who was clever, remarking to me



   

                   

If, son, when you're grown up

you want everything nice



   

                   

I've got your future sewn up

if you take this advice



   

                   

Be a clown



   

                   

Be a clown



   

                   

All the world loves a clown





 

                   

Act the fool, play the calf



 

                   

And you'll always have the last laugh



 

                   

Wear the cap and the bells



 

                   

And you'll rate with all the great swells



 

                   

If you become a doctor,

folks'll face you with dread



 

                   

And if you become a dentist,

they'll be glad when you're dead



 

                   

You'll get a bigger hand

if you can stand on your head



 

                   

Be a clown, be a clown, be a clown



 

                   

-Be a clown

-Be a clown



  

                   

-All the world

-Loves a clown



  

                   

-Show 'em tricks

-Tell 'em jokes



  

                   

And you'll only stop with top folks



  

                   

Be a crack jackanapes



  

                   

And they'll imitate you like apes



  

                   

Why be a great composer

with your rent in arrears?



  

                   

Why be a major poet

and you'll owe it for years



  

                   

When crowds will pay to giggle

if you wiggle your ears?



  

                   

Be a clown, be a clown, be a clown



  

                   

Be a clown, be a clown



  

                   

All the world loves a clown



  

                   

If you just make them roar



  

                   

Watch your mountebank account soar



  

                   

Wear a painted mustache



  

                   

And you're sure to make a big splash



  

                   

A college education I should never propose



  

                   

A bachelor's degree

won't even keep you in clothes



  

                   

But millions you will win

if you can spin on your nose



  

                   

Be a clown, be a clown, be a clown



  

                   

-Give 'em quips

-Give 'em quips



  

                   

-Give 'em fun

-Give 'em fun



  

                   

And they'll pay to say you're A-one



  

                   

If you become a farmer,

you've the weather to buck



  

                   

If you become a gambler,

you'll be stuck with your luck



  

                   

But, Jack, you'll never lack

if you can quack like a duck



  

                   

Be a clown



  

                   

Be a clown



  

                   

Be a clown



  

                   

Jesus, though, it was a relief

just to have fun and...



  

                   

do something trite and not care a damn...



  

                   

and get paid a hundred times

what you'd be paid for something good.



  

                   

I love you under my skin



  

                   

They'll never know the difference.



  

                   

What's it going to be called?



  

                   

What's the dreariest title ever?



  

                   

l bet Coley $ ...



  

                   

that he could never write a song called

I Love You.



  

                   

Get your money out. l'm telling you,

Louis B. Mayer is going to love this.



  

                   

He's going to weep.



  

                   

l need a time of year. A month.



  

                   

-All right, April.

-June.



  

                   

Perfect cliché, April.



  

                   

''I love you'' hums the April breeze



  

                   

I love you under my skin



  

                   

I love you



  

                   

Is it a sin?



  

                   

Certainly not.



  

                   

''I love you''



  

                   

hums the April breeze



  

                   

''I love you''



  

                   

Echo the hills



  

                   

''I love you''



  

                   

The golden dawn agrees



  

                   

As once more she sees



  

                   

daffodils



  

                   

It's spring again



  

                   

And birds on the wing again



  

                   

Start to sing again



  

                   

The old melody



  

                   

''I love you''



  

                   

That's the song of songs



  

                   

And it all belongs to you and me



  

                   

It was just



  

                   

one of those things



  

                   

Just one of those crazy flings



  

                   

lt's a real pearl.



  

                   

Go ahead, dear, take it.



  

                   

lt's tiny, but trust me,

it's still the biggest thing...



  

                   

you can get your fingers around

in this crowd.



  

                   

-You'll make big bucks on this.

-That's swell.



  

                   

lt's something, isn't it?



  

                   

Yes, it's lovely.



  

                   

lt's so imaginative to actually have the party

at the studio.



  

                   

ls absolutely everything in Hollywood

connected to movies?



  

                   

Everything good.



  

                   

That's why we're trying to coax Cole

into permanent residency.



  

                   

How would half of every year be?



  

                   

l think Hollywood's fantastic,

it's like living on the moon.



  

                   

Or       leagues under the sea.



  

                   

When we started painting the town



  

                   

Can you believe this?



  

                   

Linda, Hollywood was your idea, not mine.



  

                   

Now you're acting like

it's the worst place on earth.



  

                   

l had thought that the change of weather

might be good for us both.



  

                   

l had no idea how hot

the climate would really be.



  

                   

The climate is good for growing flowers.



  

                   

Everything grows wild, Cole.



  

                   

And the pickings are far too easy.



  

                   

Now and then

It was great fun



  

                   

But it was just one of those things



   

                   

-Mr. Porter, how are you?

-Mr. Nelson.



   

                   

What you did with that song

is just splendid.



   

                   

l'd love to introduce you to my wife.



   

                   

Cole...



   

                   

I hope we could coax you into a song.



   

                   

Be right back.



   

                   

-Good song.

-Thank you.



   

                   

There's a plan for later.



   

                   

Linda's being very prickly tonight,

but l'll try to get away.



   

                   

-Plenty of company lined up?

-Good company, l promise.



   

                   

Thank you all. This is indeed

an honor and a surprise.



   

                   

Obviously L.B. wants you all

to get home early...



   

                   

that's why he's asked me to sing.



   

                   

So here goes.



   

                   

Before you leave these portals



   

                   

To meet less fortunate mortals



   

                   

There's just one final message

I would give to you



   

                   

Now you all have learned reliance



   

                   

On the sacred teachings of science



   

                   

So I hope through life

you never will decline



   

                   

In spite of philistine defiance



   

                   

To do what all good scientists do



   

                   

Experiment



   

                   

Make it your motto day and night



   

                   

Experiment



   

                   

It will lead you to the light



   

                   

If this advice you'll only employ



   

                   

The future can offer you infinite joy



   

                   

And merriment



   

                   

Experiment



   

                   

And you'll see



   

                   

Good night.



   

                   

Thank you.



   

                   

What a marvelous song.

l don't know it, do you?



   

                   

lntimately.



   

                   

You seem very happy, dear.



   

                   

l am, darling. l wish you were.



   

                   

-Excuse me.

-The Springs will take care of that.



   

                   

l was actually thinking of going to Arizona.



   

                   

lt's so much further.



   

                   

l don't mind.



   

                   

l expect l'll be gone by the time

you come home.



   

                   

Love for sale



   

                   

Appetizing young love for sale



   

                   

Love that's fresh and still unspoiled



   

                   

Love that's only slightly soiled



   

                   

Love



   

                   

for sale



   

                   

Who



   

                   

will buy?



   

                   

Who would like to sample my supply?



   

                   

Who's prepared to pay the price



   

                   

for a trip to paradise?



   

                   

Love



   

                   

for sale



   

                   

Let the poets pipe of love



   

                   

in their childish way



   

                   

I know every type of love



   

                   

better far than they



   

                   

If you want the thrill of love



   

                   

I've been through the mill of love



   

                   

Old love, new love



   

                   

Every love but true love



   

                   

Love for sale



   

                   

Appetizing young love for sale



   

                   

If you want to buy my wares



   

                   

follow me and climb the stairs



   

                   

Love



   

                   

for sale



   

                   

Aren't there always copies

of those sorts of photographs anyway?



   

                   

Cole wanted a set for himself.



   

                   

These are not

blackmail pictures, Linda, they're--



   

                   

Mrs. Porter.



   

                   

They were taken for recreational purposes.



   

                   

Cole has a heedless appetite for life.

l'm sure we agree he needs to be protected.



   

                   

You became devoted

so very quickly, Mr. Reed.



   

                   

He is so easy to love.



   

                   

Beyond devotion, what are your ambitions?



   

                   

l have thought of my own theatrical agency.

lt would be a company that would...



   

                   

keep their clients' best interests

close to heart, always.



   

                   

As you and l do Cole's.



   

                   

Of course. And how many backers

do you require?



   

                   

Only one, Mrs. Porter.



   

                   

Just let me know how much.



   

                   

l'll leave these with you.



   

                   

You don't sweat, do you? Not a drop.



   

                   

l don't believe in wasting my resources.



   

                   

Goodbye, Linda.



   

                   

It's the wrong song in the wrong style



   

                   

Though your smile is lovely,

it's the wrong smile



   

                   

It's not her smile, but such a lovely smile



   

                   

But it's all right with me



   

                   

Welcome home.



   

                   

Aren't you pleased?



   

                   

-About the roses?

-Yes.



   

                   

They're glorious. Are they for me?



   

                   

Who else?



   

                   

One never knows.



   

                   

What's wrong, Linda?



   

                   

Your friend Bobby Reed

has been to see me...



   

                   

with his nefarious portfolio.



   

                   

Yes, he told me.



   

                   

-He told you?

-Yes.



   

                   

l paid him, too, you know.



   

                   

No, l didn't know.



   

                   

Yes, he's an ambitious fellow.



   

                   

lt's all right.



   

                   

l don't think it's all right, Cole.

l think it's disgusting.



   

                   

He's exploiting both of us.



   

                   

Well, yes.



   

                   

l like to look at it as a kind of luxury tax.



   

                   

A luxury tax?



   

                   

What an extraordinary thing to say.



   

                   

Do you have any idea how much

you've changed?



   

                   

How much your behavior has changed?



   

                   

You have put everything that you've

accomplished with your music at risk.



   

                   

Darling, my work has never been better.



   

                   

lt's flourishing. Even if we're not.



   

                   

Your music comes from your talent,

not from your behavior.



   

                   

lt's all the same thing. l can't put

my talent here and my behavior here...



   

                   

and my eating, sleeping,

and drinking habits.



   

                   

lt's all me.



   

                   

l have never asked you to change.



   

                   

Just be discreet.



   

                   

Linda, l have never been discreet.



   

                   

What is discretion but dishonesty

wrapped up in a little good breeding?



   

                   

l don't think you want me to be discreet,

l think you want me to be different.



   

                   

l am partially responsible for all of this...



   

                   

because l have spoiled you,

l have indulged you.



   

                   

But so has the entire goddamned world.



   

                   

And for what?



   

                   

Just a little music.



   

                   

Linda hated being late for anything.

And the next day she was late for lunch.



   

                   

I only had to hear the clock strike...



   

                   

and look at her empty place at the table

to know she was gone.



   

                   

Gone back to Paris.



   

                   

It's quite simple, really.



   

                   

Two people who wanted

too much from each other.



   

                   

Porter residence.



   

                   

Hold one moment.



   

                   

-Sir.

-Not now.



   

                   

lt's urgent, sir.



   

                   

Yes?



   

                   

All the money, all the music

had deflected reality for so long...



   

                   

I didn't know that everything we had

was so fragile.



   

                   

Hold it loose, hold it tight.



   

                   

Everything breaks.



   

                   

l'm going to take them to Paris next week.



   

                   

All of this is just....



   

                   

Got to get back to a better place.



   

                   

And it would be good to see Linda.



   

                   

Morning, Cole.



   

                   

Are we the only ones up?



   

                   

Our hostess just retired.



   

                   

l've been up since  :  .



   

                   

Writing another hit, l'm sure.



   

                   

l wish it was that easy.



   

                   

Nothing comes easy anymore.



   

                   

And when it does, it's lousy.



   

                   

l write better in my own place

or the Murphys'.



   

                   

l'm going to swear off these house parties

until l finish this score.



   

                   

Remind me l said that, will you?



   

                   

That melody sounds like

it could go somewhere.



   

                   

Yeah, like out for a drink.



   

                   

Have you heard from Linda?



   

                   

No.



   

                   

No. l've written, l've wired,

l've called. Nothing.



   

                   

l'm sorry, Cole, l'm really sorry.

Maybe with time....



   

                   

lt'll take more than time.



   

                   

l'll be back before breakfast.



   

                   

Just seemed so much

to ask children to bear.



   

                   

How long will you stay?



   

                   

No idea.



   

                   

Let's go inside, it's getting cold.



   

                   

You see how far l'll go to get you back?



   

                   

l think you've gone too far this time...



   

                   

but l ought to be used to it by now.



   

                   

I'm afraid his right leg should be amputated.



   

                   

Perhaps the left as well.

There's really no alternative.



   

                   

lf you amputate his legs,

you will cut out his pride.



   

                   

You'll break his spirit,

he would never work again.



   

                   

He'll have nothing without his music,

it's the essence of him.



   

                   

He'd have nothing to live for.



   

                   

He would have his life, his friends, you.



   

                   

Nothing. He would just be

living out his death.



   

                   

You're asking a lot of him.



   

                   

We are accustomed to asking

a lot of one another.



   

                   

So what did the sawbones say?



   

                   

You get to keep the old things.

And he expects you to walk, and so do l.



   

                   

But only if l can walk to you.



   

                   

As far as Williamstown?



   

                   

Williamstown?



   

                   

Massachusetts. l found a very pretty home.



   

                   

It's on a hill, it has a work space.



   

                   

Thinking of buying it.



   

                   

A little bump.



   

                   

-All right.

-Now?



   

                   

A grand piano.



   

                   

That is grand.



   

                   

That's not quite right.



   

                   

So shall l leave you to it?



   

                   

Guess you'd better.



   

                   

God, l can't work the pedal.



   

                   

Can't work the pedals, dear.



   

                   

God damn it!



   

                   

l can't work the pedals!



   

                   

And what did it take...



   

                   

to finally work the pedals?



   

                   

A few years.



   

                   

A pharmacopoeia of pills.



   

                   

A reservoir of Scotch

and    more operations.



   

                   

Nonstop fun.



   

                   

But over time, you got five shows

up and running.



   

                   

Up? Yes. Running? Barely.



   

                   

At least, according to the critics.



   

                   

''Not up to Mr. Porter's usual standards''...



   

                   

was the refrain.



   

                   

So when Hollywood finally called again?



   

                   

l was on the train before the second ring.



   

                   

He is the same. One of Yale's sons

of whom we are all proud.



   

                   

Cole Porter.



   

                   

There's an, oh, such a hungry yearning



   

                   

Burning inside of me



   

                   

And its torment won't be through



   

                   

Till you let me spend my life making love



   

                   

to you



   

                   

Day and night



   

                   

Night and day



   

                   

lf l can survive this movie,

l can survive anything.



   

                   

And you shall, darling, beautifully,

like everything else.



   

                   

Thank you.



   

                   

The movie will do very well,

and you'll be encouraged.



   

                   

l wonder, it seems like every time

they operate, l lose songs as well as blood.



   

                   

Remind me to call the studio and tell them

how much we ''absolutely loved the movie.''



   

                   

Naturally.



   

                   

Sorry. l'm all right.



   

                   

Why on earth does Linda come back

to Cole anyway?



   

                   

Because he's Cary Grant.



   

                   

And she misses the music, as do l.



   

                   

l must say, going down in history

as Cary Grant is not too bad.



   

                   

Not for a boy from lndiana.



   

                   

We should be grateful to them,

they found us a happy ending.



   

                   

Yes, happy endings.



   

                   

You don't get many of those,

do you, in Hollywood?



   

                   

So this promises what, surgery number   ?



   

                   

Twenty-six.



   

                   

Good God. And how long will l have

to wear the cast this time?



   

                   

A few months, we'll see how you mend.



   

                   

What's that?



   

                   

lt's Linda.



   

                   

lt's gotten that bad, then?



   

                   

Even if she'd agree,

l don't think surgery would help.



   

                   

The lungs are too damaged.



   

                   

Dr. Moorhead, are you saying that

Linda is dying?



   

                   

God, what a swell party this is.



   

                   

Four weeks, you rehearse and rehearse



   

                   

Three weeks, and it couldn't be worse



   

                   

One week, will it ever be right?



   

                   

Then out of the hat, it's that big first night



   

                   

The overture is about to start



   

                   

You cross your fingers and hold your heart



   

                   

It's curtain time and off we go



   

                   

Another opening of another show



   

                   

Miss Morrison, the line is ''away we go,''

not ''off we go,'' dear.



   

                   

You couldn't manage to make me

hear you before...



   

                   

and now that l can hear you,

you've got it wrong.



   

                   

So shall we do it again?

Let's pick it up, dust it off, and get it right.



   

                   

The tempo was good.



   

                   

All right, everyone, let's go.



   

                   

One week, will it ever be right?



   

                   

Then out of the hat, it's that big first night



   

                   

The overture is about to start



   

                   

You cross your fingers and hold your heart



   

                   

It's curtain time and away we go



   

                   

Another opening



   

                   

Just another opening of another show



   

                   

Very good. Thank you, all.



   

                   

Carry on. And chorus...



   

                   

keep those consonants crisp.



   

                   

The audience shouldn't think you're saying,

''An annoying opening for an ugly show.''



   

                   

Let them come to that conclusion

on their own.



   

                   

Please stop that knocking.



   

                   

-Mr. Porter.

-What?



   

                   

Your wife sent me to fetch you.



   

                   

Fetch me for what?



   

                   

-For tea.

-l don't like tea.



   

                   

lt's just a few steps. She's waiting.



   

                   

Fine, come in. Fetch me, for Christ's sake.



   

                   

-Who are you, anyway?

-Bill, Bill Wrather.



   

                   

Bill rather? Rather what?



   

                   

Bill Wrather. Yes, you're Linda's...



   

                   

-decorating wizard. Yes.

-lt's a great pleasure for me, Mr. Porter.



   

                   

The pleasure is mine.



   

                   

-Can l?

-No.



   

                   

-Are you sure?

-No. Lots of practice.



   

                   

l will take an arm, actually. Thank you.



   

                   

Well, l'll be making my way.



   

                   

Linda, a pleasure as always.



   

                   

lndeed.



   

                   

l'll see you soon.



   

                   

Cole, that tune you were playing

was just beautiful.



   

                   

l can't wait to hear that in the show.



   

                   

-Goodbye now.

-Safe drive.



   

                   

-lsn't he delightful?

-Lovely.



   

                   

We've become such fast friends.



   

                   

l was hoping that you might as well.



   

                   

He'd be a good companion for you.



   

                   

Linda?



   

                   

l don't want you to be lonely.



   

                   

l'm worried about you.



   

                   

You don't need to worry about me

or your show, it's all taken care of.



   

                   

l'm in God's hands, the show is in yours.



   

                   

l do wish it were

the other way round, though.



   

                   

Give me that cigarette.



   

                   

Strange, dear



   

                   

But true, dear



   

                   

When I'm close to you, dear



   

                   

The stars fill the sky



   

                   

This really needs a proper singer.

l really can't do it justice.



   

                   

Wait till opening night, hear it sung well.



   

                   

l think it sounds fine right now.



   

                   

And l won't be there, dear.



   

                   

What are you talking about?

Why wouldn't you be?



   

                   

You know the doctors, honey,

they're so boring.



   

                   

l don't think l would add very much to it.



   

                   

l'm sure it will be a great occasion.



   

                   

lt won't be any occasion if you're not there.



   

                   

Darling, Bill will be with you.



   

                   

He'll help you.



   

                   

l wrote this for you. What's the point

of doing it if you're not gonna be there?



   

                   

Well, that's why l want you to play it for me.



   

                   

All the way through.



   

                   

All right.



   

                   

l won't do it justice, but l'll do it.



   

                   

Strange, dear, but true, dear



   

                   

When I'm close to you, dear



   

                   

The stars fill the sky



   

                   

So in love with you am I



   

                   

Even without you



   

                   

My arms fold about you



   

                   

You know, darling, why



   

                   

So in love with you am I



   

                   

In love with the night mysterious



   

                   

The night when you first were there



   

                   

In love with my joy delirious



   

                   

-Wait.

-Are you all right?



   

                   

A few people may have been carried

out of my shows...



   

                   

but no one's ever been carried in.



   

                   

So taunt me and hurt me



   

                   

Deceive me, desert me



   

                   

I'm yours till I die



   

                   

So in love



   

                   

So in love



   

                   

So in love with you, my love



   

                   

Think of Linda a little and applaud a lot.



   

                   

In love with the night mysterious



   

                   

The night when you first were there



   

                   

In love with my joy delirious



   

                   

When I knew that you could care



   

                   

So taunt me



   

                   

And hurt me



   

                   

Deceive me



   

                   

Desert me



   

                   

I'm yours till I die



   

                   

So in love



   

                   

So in love



   

                   

So in love with you



   

                   

my love, am I



   

                   

In love with the night mysterious



   

                   

The night when you first were there



   

                   

In love with my joy delirious



   

                   

When I knew that you could care



   

                   

So taunt me



   

                   

And hurt me



   

                   

Deceive me



   

                   

Desert me



   

                   

I'm yours till I die



   

                   

So in love



   

                   

So in love



   

                   

So in love



   

                   

my love



   

                   

am I



   

                   

Bravo!



   

                   

Sorry, we have to move on.



   

                   

Please, let me enjoy this.



   

                   

lt took two years to get the backers

interested in this show.



   

                   

No one wanted anything to do with it,

they thought l was finished.



   

                   

We have to move on.



   

                   

Very well.



   

                   

We make quite a pair, don't we?



   

                   

We're still les colporteurs of Paris.



   

                   

Plying our humble trade.



   

                   

l could hear the score.



   

                   

Darling, it's giddy.



   

                   

lt's all about Paris.



   

                   

Brings back fond memories.



   

                   

-Those were fine days.

-Yes, they were.



   

                   

-And we were fine.

-We were fine.



   

                   

Finding each other.



   

                   

Taking care of each other.



   

                   

l have a little something for you.



   

                   

lt's a whole new flower.



   

                   

A gentleman in Spain did it up for me.



   

                   

lt's a hybrid of two varieties of rose...



   

                   

thought to be completely incompatible.



   

                   

Yet look at it, it's perfect.



   

                   

The Linda Porter rose.



   

                   

Exquisite.



   

                   

lt's just a pale reflection of our life together.



   

                   

lt wasn't all beautiful.



   

                   

You were always my life to be.



   

                   

-l remember that song.

-lt was about you.



   

                   

They were all about you.



   

                   

Not all of them.



   

                   

But some, l hope.



   

                   

How l have loved you, Cole.



   

                   

l don't know how much longer l can stay.



   

                   

Would you mind terribly if l went

just a little early?



   

                   

Every time



   

                   

we say goodbye



   

                   

I die a little



   

                   

Every time



   

                   

we say goodbye



   

                   

I wonder why a little



   

                   

Why the gods above me



   

                   

who must be in the know



   

                   

Think so little of me



   

                   

they allow you to go



   

                   

When you're near



   

                   

there's such an air



   

                   

of spring about it



   

                   

I can hear



   

                   

a lark somewhere



   

                   

begin to sing about it



   

                   

There's no love song finer



   

                   

But how strange the change



   

                   

from major to minor



   

                   

Every time



   

                   

we say



   

                   

goodbye



   

                   

Goodbye



   

                   

Sara.



   

                   

Hello, darling.



   

                   

Gerald.



   

                   

How is he?



   

                   

Cole is already seated.



   

                   

He doesn't want anyone

to feel awkward about the leg.



   

                   

He would still have the damn thing

if Linda were here.



   

                   

And Monty was by for a visit.

He asked to be remembered, of course.



   

                   

Good old Monty.



   

                   

Noted.



   

                   

So, Cole, when are we gonna

get another lyric from you?



   

                   

l haven't the wit nor the will

to write any more.



   

                   

Cole, you can write from everything

you remember.



   

                   

You've had the most fascinating life.



   

                   

Sara.



   

                   

Memories.



   

                   

lt's like the phantom pains l get

in my missing leg.



   

                   

They're not real and they hurt too much.



   

                   

l'm a toy balloon that's fated soon to pop.



   

                   

Cole, please. Don't.



   

                   

Oh, my God.



   

                   

My dear friends, l'm boring you.



   

                   

Let us repair to the living room

for some goodbyes...



   

                   

and some coffee

and some traveling music, shall we?



   

                   

Bill is all packed,

and you all have a long drive ahead of you.



   

                   

The invitation was for the weekend.



   

                   

Let's pretend it's Sunday.



   

                   

We'll be right there.



   

                   

-Sara.

-All right, dear.



   

                   

l wish you'd let me stay with you, Cole.

l want to stay.



   

                   

Bill, please, let me at least

try to do something noble, all right?



   

                   

What l'm trying to do is best for both of us.



   

                   

Then can't both of us decide, not just you?



   

                   

My sweet boy, there's nothing for you here.



   

                   

Come on now, get the wheelchair.



   

                   

It's the wrong time



   

                   

and the wrong place



   

                   

Though your face is charming



   

                   

it's the wrong face



   

                   

It's not her face



   

                   

That was evil. l'm sorry.



   

                   

l think you're trying very hard to misbehave.



   

                   

-And you used to be a better actor.

-l used to be better at a lot of things.



   

                   

At words poetic, I'm so pathetic



   

                   

That I always have found it best

Instead of getting them off my chest



   

                   

To let them rest, unexpressed



   

                   

You're the top



   

                   

You're the Coliseum



   

                   

You're the top



   

                   

Go on, get out of here.



   

                   

Get outta town



   

                   

Cole, by all means--



   

                   

Before it's too late, my love



   

                   

Take it easy, old friend.



   

                   

Get outta town



   

                   

Be good to me please



   

                   

Why wish me harm?



   

                   

Take care of him.



   

                   

Why not retire to a farm



   

                   

and be contented to charm



   

                   

the birds off the trees?



   

                   

We love you.



   

                   

It's done



   

                   

The little dream, it's done



   

                   

So bid me a fond farewell

we both had our fun



   

                   

Cole.



   

                   

Was it Romeo or Juliet who said



   

                   

when about to die



   

                   

''Love is not all peaches and cream''



   

                   

Little dream



   

                   

-Goodbye.

-Goodbye.



   

                   

Goodbye



   

                   

Lonely, miserable, melancholy



   

                   

What a perfect musical finale.



   

                   

Don't worry.



   

                   

Never open on a ballad,

never end on one either.



   

                   

-Do you hear that playing?

-Yes, we hear that playing



   

                   

-Do you know who's playing?

-No, who is that playing?



   

                   

Well it's Gabriel, Gabriel playing

Gabriel, Gabriel saying



   

                   

''Will you be ready to go

when I blow my horn?''



   

                   

Oh, blow, Gabriel blow



   

                   

Go on and blow, Gabriel, blow



   

                   

I've been a sinner, I've been a scamp



   

                   

But now I'm willing to trim my lamp

So blow, Gabriel, blow



   

                   

Oh, I was low, Gabriel, low



   

                   

Mighty low, Gabriel, low



   

                   

But now since I have seen the light

I'm good by day and I'm good by night



   

                   

So blow, Gabriel, blow



   

                   

Go on and blow, Gabriel, blow



   

                   

I want to join your happy band



   

                   

And play all day in the Promised Land

So blow, Gabriel, blow



   

                   

Blow, Gabriel, blow



   

                   

Blow, Gabriel, blow



   

                   

Blow, Gabriel, blow



   

                   

Blow Gabriel, blow, blow, blow



   

                   

I want to join your happy band

And play all day in the Promised Land



   

                   

So blow, Gabriel, blow



   

                   

Blow, Gabriel, blow



   

                   

Blow, Gabriel, blow



   

                   

In the still of the night



   

                   

As I gaze from my window



   

                   

at the moon in its flight



   

                   

My thoughts all stray to you



   

                   

In the still of the night



   

                   

While the world is in slumber



   

                   

Oh, the times without number



   

                   

Darling, when I say to you



   

                   

''Do you love me



   

                   

''as I love you?



   

                   

''Are you my life to be



   

                   

''my dream come true?''



   

                   

Or will this dream of mine



   

                   

fade out of sight



   

                   

Like the moon



   

                   

growing dim on the rim



   

                   

of the hill, in the chill



   

                   

still of the night?



   

                   

Like the moon



   

                   

growing dim on the rim



   

                   

of the hill, in the chill



   

                   

still of the night?









 
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