Beaches

Oh, the sun beats down

And burns the tar up on the roof

And your shoes get so hot

You wish your tired feet were fireproof

Under the boardwalk

Down by the sea

On a blanket with my baby

Is where I'll be

From the park you hear

Happy sounds from the carrousel

You can almost taste the hot dogs

And french fries they sell

Under the boardwalk

Down by the sea

Yeah

- On a blanket with my baby - On a blanket with my baby

Is where I'll be

Under the boardwalk

Out of the sun

Under the boardwalk

We'll be having some fun

Under the boardwalk Walk

People walking above

Under the boardwalk

We'll be falling in love

- Under the boardwalk - Under the boardwalk

Boardwalk

- Sound okay, CC? - All right.

- How was that tempo? - Pretty good.

You sound pretty good. Thank you.

Now, if the strings and horns would only come here, right?

I know. It's like the Claude Rains Orchestra.

Message for you, CC.

I gotta talk to that contractor.

Diana. Diana, get my bag.

CC. CC?

- What about rehearsal, CC? - Diana, get me my bag and my coat.

- CC, what's wrong? - Brett.

- Brett, I've got to go to the airport. - Yes, ma'am. Right away.

Now.

Are you sure you don't want me to take you up to the gate?

No, no, I'm fine.

Just tell Diana I'll call her when I get there.

We tried everything to get you a flight out tonight, Miss Bloom.

But there are no planes landing in San Francisco.

There's a fog.

What do you mean, no flights landing in San Francisco?

- Is this the modern world or what? - Even in the modern world,

planes don't land in San Francisco when it's foggy.

Linda, why don't you check about the status of the fog lifting?

- I checked five minutes ago. - Fogs lift. Please check again.

I think it would be nice.

Miss Bloom would like for us to make that call.

They said they would call me when the fog lifted.

You call them. Get...

The car's right over here. The keys are in it.

Here's your map and your contract.

I checked the wipers. They're all right.

It's raining all the way up I-5, so be careful.

Okay. Thanks.

I'm a big fan, CC.

Oh, when the sun beats down

And burns the tar up on the roof

And your shoes get so hot

You wish your tired feet were fireproof

Best hot dogs in Atlantic City.

Under the boardwalk

Down by the sea

On a blanket with my baby

That's where I'll be

Don't tell me. You're lost.

I must see a hundred cases like you every day.

- You want a drag? - A drag?

You know, a drag on my cigarette. It'll calm your nerves.

I just want to get back to our hotel.

But I can't remember the name.

- Big or small? - Big.

- Ritzy or cheap? - I guess it's ritzy.

Does it have a fountain in front, a pool inside,

and a bunch of fruits in monkey suits playing violins in the lobby?

Yes!

Bet your ass it's ritzy. It's the Marlboro Blenheim.

That's it! Do you know where it is?

Yeah, I'll walk you back if you want.

- Oh, yes. Please. - Just let me put on my shoes.

Where the hell are they?

What's your name?

What's my name?

I am none other than the fantastic, world-famous child wonder

CC Bloom!

Ta-da!

Hi, I'm Hillary Whitney.

Don't you recognize me?

No.

I do a couple of routines in the Sammy Pinkers Kiddie Show.

- The what? - Holy mackerel, kid.

What planet do you live on?

The Sammy Pinkers Show just happens to be

the most popular show in Atlantic City.

And I'm the most popular act in it

along with Iris Myandowski, the hand-walking queer.

Do you want a puff?

CC, where are you?

CC!

Don't blow a gasket, Leona. I'm down here.

When I didn't find you in your dressing room,

you know what I thought?

I thought you were dead!

You watch too many movies, Leona.

Come on. We gotta get back to the theater right now.

There's a Hollywood talent scout wants to see your act.

- Is this your idea of a sick joke? - No, honey.

He caught the midnight show last night. He was crazy about you.

And he's looking for a kid to star in his new movie. Let's go!

Don't sit there. Come on. This is my break into the big time.

How many times do I have to tell you?

Don't wear that costume on the beach. I am not made of money, you know.

Get off my back, Leona!

Oh, my God, I'm dying from heat prostration. I can't breathe.

What are you, a camel or something? Skedaddle! I gotta have a sip!

- Who is that woman? - What woman?

That's no woman, that's my mother.

- Let's go, Leona! - I'm coming.

I am schvitzing from here to high heaven.

- Come on! - I'm coming!

I've got splinters in my toes.

Oy, God, I hate Atlantic City!

- What's this one's name? - CC Bloom.

- CC Boom, it sounds like a stripper. - Not CC Boom. Bloom. Bloom.

Hit it, toots.

You got to give a little

Take a little

And let your poor heart break a little

That's the story of

That's the glory of love

Oh, yeah

You got to laugh a little Cry a little

Until the clouds roll by a little

That's the story of

That's the glory of love

As long as there's the two of us

We've got the world and all its charms

And when the world is through with us

We've got each other's arms

You've got to win a little

Lose a little

And always have the blues a little

That's the story of

That's the glory of love

My mama told me

That's the glory of love

Oh, great. Really.

CC.

CC, come here and meet Mr. Melman.

- Hi, Mr. Melman. - Hi, CC.

Mr. Melman came all the way from Hollywood...

Iris Myandowski's auditioning, too?

Hey, CC, it wouldn't be fair not to let...

- I thought it was just me, Leona! - It was, sweetie.

But Mrs. Myandowski wants her little girl to have...

She found out from you, didn't she?

You were bragging again. Weren't you, Leona!

I'm so proud of you, sweetheart.

Iris is ready, Mr. Melman.

- What a beautiful child. - I told you.

Who cares what she looks like?

All she knows how to do is walk on her hands.

It's your fault!

- Please don't say that. - It's your fault they picked her!

- I can't breathe. - It should have been me!

You keep bragging about me! You gotta stop!

- Everybody's gonna hear. - You're ruining my career!

- Honey, look, I'm gonna have an attack. - I hate Iris Myandowski!

- I'm having palpitations. - You're always sorry!

Just leave me alone! Leave me alone!

Please, will you stop it, honey? Look, I'm all flushed.

What are you doing to me? Calm down, honey. Please.

- She got the job. I didn't. - I didn't mean to brag.

Iris Myandowski's a hand-walking queer.

Please, CC.

Please, stop it. Honey, please.

- I hate my life. - Now, come on.

Get out of there. Where are you?

Come on, CC.

What do you say we just pack it in and we go back to the Bronx?

You could hang out at the pool with the other kids.

You could see your daddy.

And then, maybe your daddy will take you to Mr. Cohen's candy store.

You'll have a nice malted and those chocolate-covered cherries you like.

Wouldn't that be a nice idea, honey?

Don't you want to go home, baby?

Come on, give me a smile, honey?

Okay, Leona. Let's go home.

Okay. I'll be right back.

Mr. Pinkers!

The Blooms are quitting. Find another kid to work for bubkes.

Personally,

I think walking on your hands is kind of creepy.

Yeah?

And you're the best singer I ever saw.