Valentino

(# RICHARD DAY LEWIS:

"There's A New Star In Heaven Tonight")

# Stars may come and stars may go

# Up there in that starry space

# But when one falls, God always calls

# A star to take its place

# There's a new star in heaven tonight

# That will never fade from our sight

# There's a new star at home

# In that far starry dome

# Shining down on his loved ones tonight

# There's a voice singing,

"Lead, kindly light"

# With a smile

that has made the world bright

# Valentino, goodbye

# But way up in the sky

# There's a new star in heaven tonight

# There's a voice singing,

"Lead, kindly light"

# With a smile

that has made the world bright

# Valentino, goodbye

# But way up in the sky

# There's a new star in heaven

# Tonight #

(People shouting)

We want Rudy! We want Rudy...!

(Horse whinnying)

Personally, fellas,

I'm tickled pink by this turnout.

They're squeezing out of the subways

like pomade out of a tube.

Sure, why not? It's free, ain't it?

But how long is it gonna last?

He oughta taken better care of himself.

A lousy appendix!

He should've layed off the booze, too.

The moment he goes into the ground,

our grosses go with him.

Right, so before they take him out of here,

we gotta re-release his movies

into every theatre in the country.

That's why I got the lab working night and

day, grinding out reprints of The Sheik.

Which labs?

Better not be Pathe, Jesse - I got

Son ofthe Sheik running through there.

Listen, we've all got to get together on this.

Cash in on this publicity, but quick.

All right, so what's the angle?

We're getting outta here!

(Crowd chanting)

We want Rudy! We want Rudy!

(Glass breaking, sirens wailing)

(Man) Mr McBride!

Mr McBride!

Hold this, sir.

Sorry to bother you, Mr McBride.

There's a guy here,

says he has to see you, sir.

Say sweetie, you look kinda cute

all alone with your posy.

Make a nice picture.

- How about a big smile?

- Leave me alone.

Hey, don't I know...

I know who you are!

Hey, but I'll keep it under my hat.

You wouldn't want those vultures

to get their hooks into you.

How about it, Bianca, huh?

A little exclusive about you and Rudy?

Exclusive? It was splashed across

every newspaper in the country.

Yeah, that was over ten years ago.

Then it didn't matter.

He was just an immigrant bumming

around New York, nothing but a gigolo.

He was not a gigolo.

He was a professional dancer.

Pretty risky, playing around

with someone like you,

somebody married to a big noise

in the rackets.

It was perfectly innocent.

We were just two lonely foreigners

finding a little companionship

on the dancefloor.

Oh, yeah?

I heard all about the private lessons.

Hey, that's great.

Now take a big sniff of the pansies.

They're violets!

Too bad. But from what I hear,

pansies would've been more appropriate.

(# Orchestra plays tango)

Ma che bravo!

Bianca, forgive me.

(Speaks Italian)

- I forgot the time.

- Very fortunate for me.

That was so exciting to watch.

Rudy, is this gentleman

who I think he is?

Oh, yes. Sorry.

This is Vaslav Nijinsky.

Signor Nijinsky, this is my very dear friend

Bianca de Saulles.

Enchante.

If you could've just seen him tripping

the light fantastic with that ballet dancer,

you'd have gone bananas.

Talk about

Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy.

(Man) 'Bianca was dancing

with the fairy?'

No, she didn't dance with the fairy.

I'm talking about Valentino.

'Why, did they f***?'

They looked as though they were

crazy about one another.

'Valentino and the fairy?'

No, not Valentino and the fairy.

Valentino and your wife.

'For Christ, do you think

they go to bed together?'

No, I don't think they do. I think

the hottest they ever get's holding hands

while he gives her private lessons

on my dancefloor.

They don't call him Saint Rudolfo

for nothing.

- 'All right, listen, I'll be down there later.'

- Yeah, I'll see you later.

- 'Hey...'

- Mmh?

- 'You keep it warm for me, toots.'

- Yeah.

Yeah, I'm keeping it warm.

Good afternoon, Miss Billie.

OK, fellas.

Straighten up, you look like

the Hunchback of Notre Dame.

- What happened to you?

- You sent me for a haircut, Miss Billie.

Not to Alcatraz, I didn't.

- Biting your nails again, Frederico?

- Sorry, Miss Billie.

Keep that up, and I'll put you

in a straightjacket,

- Ah, snow in mid-summer.

- I'm getting it treated, Miss Billie.

Poached or sunny side up?

Who for Christ's sake are you?

I'm Jimmy Grimaldi, the replacement

from the agency, Miss Billie.

Oh, you are, are you? Well, you'd better

get some polish on your shoes, Jimmy,

otherwise you'll end up shining

other people's - just like your predecessor.

I'll try a new cream, Miss Billie.

Ain't they never heard of spit

where you people come from?

The only one to cut any ice

out of the whole bunch of you

is Saint Rudolpho here.

Even though he does act

as though he owned the joint.

But I was giving a private lesson,

Miss Billie.

You give too many private lessons.

Lay off the de Saulles dame.

Circulate more, baby.

Give some of the older broads a whirl.

They tip better.

And while we're at it,

don't go welshing on the tips, Jimmy.

It's fifty-fifty, and anybody

who forgets that is fired.

And for Christ's sake smile!

I've seen better line-ups

in the police gazette.

(# Orchestra strikes up)

You dance divinely.

Only with you. With everyone else

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