Jersey Boys Page #3

Come on, man.

- Let go of me!

- Eh. Eh!

Listen to me, all right?

Come on, little brother.

I ain't your little brother.

Frankie. Calm down.

This kid takes everything so serious.

You want the car? Take the car.

Here. It's on me. Here.

You have the car. All right?

Enjoy yourself.

Enjoy the little porcelain doll. All right?

So where you wanna go?

I don't know. Where do you wanna go?

Mexico?

Hey, Frankie.

- Hey, Officer Mike.

Detectives would like to

have a word with you.

That jog your memory?

You're underage.

Hanging around the jewelry store.

You give the officer some bullshit

about doing a Romeo act.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Aah!

Tommy and his brother already

gave you up, numbnuts.

Yeah, bullshit.

All right, a**hole. Have it your way.

Come on.

How old are you?

Uh, 16, Your Honor.

Your Honor, please, the kid

didn't know what he was doing.

I conned him into it.

I'm letting you off with a warning.

I suggest you get yourself

a new set of friends.

If I see you back in my courtroom again

you're going away.

Now get out of here.

Frankie, sing good, huh?

Frankie. You're the devil.

You know that, Tommy?

Oh, holier than art thou.

Just stay away from my son. Okay?

You stay away from my son, Tommy.

Eanh angel

As for you, let's see. "Gaetano DeVito.

Breaking and entering,

possession of stolen property.

Possession of stolen property,

breaking and entering.

Possession of a forged document,

breaking and entering.

Illegal gaming."

That's quite a rsum.

Thank you, Your Honor.

So the kid's a singer?

He's a good singer.

And he's getting better every day.

Then he ought to be great

by the time you get out. Six months.

- Teach him.

Yeah, okay.

And watch him. Anything happens

to Frankie, you got a problem with me.

So it's back to the joint. Rahway Correctional.

They got a revolving door on this place.

Somebody from the neighborhood's

always inside.

Welcome back, Tommy.

You get a promotion?

- Yeah.

- How's life?

Not too bad.

- Yourself?

- All right.

You're looking good.

Who's the new guy?

Nicky.

For God's sakes, I thought

we were going to the movies.

Relax, will you?

But I wanna see The Blob.

Two minutes. Sit down. Read the Bible.

Improve your mind.

Frankie, come on.

Ooh.

Nicky!

- Okay, you remember the words?

- Yeah, yeah.

Now don't push.

A little more from the inside.

I want a

Sunday kind 01' have

A love to last past Saturday night

I'm glad to know

It's more than love at first sight

I want a Sunday kind oi have

Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

4 m:
my Sunday dreaming

4 ck:
my Sunday dreaming

- And all my Sunday scheming

- And all my Sunday scheming

Every minute

Every minute

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