Gold Diggers of 1933 Page #3

Well, I've figured it out

from every angle, kids.

And I can't see

how it'll run less than six months...

or gross less than half a million.

That's figuring on $30,000 a week.

At the Broadhurst we could do $40,000.

- We'll do $40,000 with this show.

- Gosh.

- I remember you.

- Do you?

You were in the chorus.

Someday you're coming out of the chorus.

- Thank you, Mr. Hopkins.

- Could you use me, too, Mr. Hopkins?

Sure, I'm going to use all the girls

I used before.

Carol, here, will be featured...

and Trixie as comic.

I got some ideas

for song numbers for you, honey...

that will drape them over their seats.

- Something new, different.

- What's the show about?

- It's all about the Depression.

- We won't have to rehearse that.

Now, it's my idea...

- Who's that playing?

- Some palooka songwriter.

I don't know that number, what is it?

It's his own. He composes music.

Shut the window

and let's get on with this.

Wait a minute.

That's not bad.

Ask the fellow to come on over.

Brad.

- Hello.

- Come on over, quick.

All right.

You know,

that number's got a great feel to it.

- The boy's got something.

- Yeah, a piano.

What's he done?

He hasn't had a chance to do anything yet,

Mr. Hopkins.

- But he has genius.

- Yeah?

Well, the show business

could stand a little genius.

Barney, what's the idea of wasting time

with a genius...

when there's hard-working girls like us

to worry about?

- What is it, honey?

- Come on, I want you to meet somebody.

This is Brad Roberts, Mr. Hopkins.

- Mr. Hopkins is our producer.

- Never mind that. Sit down and play.

- Play what?

- That number you were just playing.

- I know, but l...

- Don't be afraid, you're among friends.

- Go on, Brad.

- Well, all right.

I beg your pardon.

Say, what's this all about, anyway?

Go ahead and play.

Sing it if you got words.

All right. Here goes.

I've got to sing a torch song

For that's the way I feel

When I feel a thing

Then I can sing

It must be real

I couldn't sing a gay song

It wouldn't be sincere

I could never croon

A happy tune

Without a tear

I have my dreams, but one by one

They vanish in the sky

I try to smile and face the sun

But romance passes by

I've got to sing a torch song

To someone far apart

For the torch I bear

Is burning there

Right in

My heart

That's great. I like it.

- You got anything else?

- Yes, I have a couple of things.

- Well, play them. Play them.

- All right.

Hello, Mr. Hopkins.

Charming to see you again.

Sit down.

No, I don't like that, son. It's too dull.

What is this, a piano lesson?

Or are we going to hear about this show?

Say, have you got something with kind of

a march effect, march rhythm to it?

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