Broadway Danny Rose Page #3

And by now, you gotta remember,

Lou is a has-been...

...he's got a big ego, a temperament

and a slight drinking problem...

...and Danny has faith.

# I like the looks of you

# The lure of you

# The sweet of you

# The pure of you

# The eyes

# The nose

# The mouth of you

# The east, west, north

and the south of you

# I'd like to gain

# Complete control of you

# And handle

# Even the heart and soul of you

# So love at least

a small percent of me, do

# I do, I do, I do, I do

# Cos I love all of you

# I do, I do, I do, I do

# I do, yeah

A third show?

I thought there was only two.

There's three on weekdays

and there's four on weekends.

Four?! Tell 'em I'll walk! Four shows!

What do you mean? You can't.

Lou, we're not in a position yet to walk.

- And I use the word "yet".

- My hair's all screwed up.

Your hair is fine. Did you do the three S's?

Yeah. Strong, smile, star. I know.

Every time, you tell me every time.

You should do "My Funny Valentine"...

...after great crooners from the past

who are deceased.

- Hi, Lou. I wanted to meet you.

- But I'm discouraged. I'm down.

Please. God bless you, darling.

Why are you discouraged?

You're magnificent.

I can't pay my alimony.

I'll waive my commissions

till we get rolling, that's all.

- How you gonna live? You gotta eat.

- Don't worry about me so much.

I got other acts. I think about you

in the long run, that's what I'm saying.

You're the kinda guy that will always

make a beautiful dollar in this business.

You're what I call a perennial.

You get better-looking as you get older.

That's true. When I'm singin', I can feel

the women mentally undressing me.

It's true.

OK, so Danny is everything to Lou.

He picks his songs, his arrangements.

He picks his shirts, his clothes.

He eats with him. They're inseparable.

Danny is his manager, his friend,

his father-confessor.

I wanna go across the street

and get one white rose.

You wanna get a white rose?

Why do you want a white rose?

- I met this chick.

- Oh, Lou. Don't tell me about it...

...because you're gonna

get caught in a hotel room...

...you're gonna wind up

paying three alimonies.

- No, no, no. This is a classy chick.

- I can imagine.

- She's one of these decorators.

- With all due respect, you got a wife.

- This is different. I'm in love.

- Oh, great.

The usual single white rose

for Tina Vitale.

And just the words

"I love you, my bambina."

Come here a minute. Lou, come here.

Just step into my office for a minute.

The usual single white rose?

How long has this been going on?

- For a while. I can keep a secret.

- You're keeping a secret from me?

I knew you'd get miffed about it,

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