Pete Kelly's Blues Page #2

Everybody's had a say. Now you say.

I don't wanna break the band up.

If Joey's on the level,

let's say no and see what happens.

Joey.

Salvation Army wouldn't have worked.

You gotta be able to read music.

Al, what do you think about McCarg?

Will he cause any trouble?

I don't see how. He'll kill

one of us. That's no trouble.

All right, let's do some Scott Joplin.

How about "Pineapple," all right, Al?

- Yeah, if I can find my fingers.

- Kelly.

I don't care what the menu says. Spaghetti

separate from meatball, charge for both.

You can pack up.

I promised you'd go to a party.

We gotta be around for closing.

McCarg's coming.

- I'll tell him.

- Where will we be?

- Her name's Ivy Conrad.

- Not that open furnace. I told her no.

- I already told her yes.

- How much?

We're in trouble. I gotta

see McCarg and explain.

I made a deal, she wants

you to do a favor.

- What kind of favor?

- She lost her hat.

Bring it to her.

A few minutes after, we borrowed

Rudy's car and got started.

We were late because Joey said

he wanted to change his tie.

My name's Kelly. If a call comes

in, will you let me know?

She's a real eggbeater, isn't she?

Put this in your pocket, will you?

Hey, let's you and

me be a big secret.

No. Not now.

I've got plenty left, Ivy.

Catch, Kelly.

Oh, no, let me stay. I'll pay rent.

This is Kelly, everybody.

He's a musician.

You don't like me, do you?

I don't know much about you

except what's in the papers.

- Oh, the kidnapping.

- Huh?

I was kidnapped once.

- What happened?

- They turned me loose after three days.

- Yeah?

- Couldn't stand me.

I wish they'd play

"Roses of Picardy."

Wouldn't it be wonderful

to go there, Kelly?

Run off to some romantic spot.

Capri or the Dardanelles.

Some romantic place like that.

Have you ever thought of it?

I once spent a weekend

at the Muhlebach.

If I ever go to the Dardanelles,

I want you to go too, Kelly.

I'll get the horn.

Mr. Kelly. Phone call.

Mr. Pete Kelly.

Here.

- Phone call. Mr. Pete Kelly.

- He's busy. I'll take it.

Hello?

No, this is Joey Firestone.

Who are you?

Oh, well, I can tell you, Mr. McCarg.

The answer is no.

If he was here,

he'd tell you the same thing.

Go get a ticket to nowhere!

That's telling him, fat lady?

Come here, everybody.

Kelly's gonna toot for us.

- They're having too good a time.

- You're supposed to play.

I got ordered to a party,

not a concert.

- You won't play, so Johnny will play.

- Put down that horn, buster.

- I'll just play one tune.

- You'll play it off your tonsils.

- Give me the horn.

- We'll throw it in the pool.

Maybe the fish will play.

Give me the horn. Give it to me.

Don't catch cold.

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