The Jolson Story Page #3

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and I don't want to hear

no more "moo-moos."

- Yes, sir.

- How do you like that?

He gets tired singing it the same way...

so he puts in "moo-moo."

As if that makes any difference.

And another thing...

you're singing it a little faster every night.

Is that because you're tired, too?

No. That's because you're playing it

too slow.

I'm playing it slow?

Excuse me.

I've only been in this business for 30 years,

making a very nice living.

But maybe an old trouper like you

ought to come on stage...

I thought of that.

I could sing much better on the stage.

You don't tell me.

Then I can sing right to them

instead of the backs of their heads...

- and I could see how their faces look.

- The faces?

Unless you can see the people's faces,

it's no good at all.

You don't say. And tell me, Mr. Yoelson...

with that spotlight

shining right in your eyes...

- how are you gonna see faces?

- That's easy.

If you turn up all the lights in the theater,

then they can see me, and I can see them.

Asa in long pants.

Goodbye, my bluebell

farewell to you

One last fond look

into your eyes so blue

'Mid campfires gleaming

'mid shot and shell

Goodbye

- You don't wanna be in the act anymore?

- No, Steve.

I'm going home.

Don't be silly.

Your voice is changing, that's all.

In a couple of years,

you'll get it back, better than ever.

And listen, the way

you pulled that whistle out of the hat...

that's showmanship.

Didn't you hear them applaud?

- But it isn't the same.

- What isn't the same?

The act's just as good as it was before.

When you whistle,

their faces don't look the same.

Faces again. This kid'll drive me crazy.

Listen, I didn't say you're gonna whistle

the rest of your life.

Just for a while.

Look, know what we're gonna do?

We're gonna work up

some whistling routines...

and you're gonna

work on the stage with me.

What do you think of that?

And do you know something else?

Then you're gonna get billing.

Yes, sir!

"Meet that scintillating team of artists:

Steve Martin and Asa Yoelson."

Asa Yoelson.

"Now I whistle in the act.

Everyone seems to like it.

"Your loving son..."

- Papa, Asa isn't Asa anymore!

- What?

In Reno, Papa, he's picking up time.

Is time something you can pick up?

This is crazy.

This town they liked so much,

they named it twice.

He says he can't come home this summer.

Maybe next spring.

Since first I met you

on the village green

- Listen.

- What's the matter?

Come to me

for my dream of love

is all

I love you as I loved you

When you were sweet

When you were sweet

sixteen

What do you think?

Are we going into this again

in the middle of the night?

- It's getting better every time.

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