The Eddy Duchin Story

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Officer, excuse me. Could you tell me how I get to the central park casino?

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And only with two ham sandwiches.

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Lucky Lindy makes it!

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Good afternoon, miss oelrichs.

I'll just be a few minutes.

Say, this must belong to somebody important, huh?

I rode in one once.

A fella I knew up in college in Boston had an uncle.

Of course, it wasn't in quite as good shape as this.

It had two or three bullet holes in it.

He bought it from a bootlegger's widow.

They're good cars, though, aren't they? Excuse me.

A gold key. What's it for?

What's a key for?

Opens a door, doesn't it?

Philip. Philip, will you come in here a moment, please?

Eduard.

Hmm. Puts me between colonel rutherford and prince kaminsky,

the two greatest bores in New York.

Philip, I think that we'll exile the prince to the end of the table.

Yes, miss oelrichs. Yes, what is it?

I was looking for Mr. Reisman. Leo reisman.

I'm going to be in his orchestra.

Back of the bandstand. Thank you very much.

Next time, use the musicians' entrance. Right. The musicians' entrance.

I'll find it. Thank you.

Mr. Reisman's office?

Mr. Reisman?

Oh, thank you.

Something?

Hello, Mr. Shennood. Hello.

Oh, Mr. Reisman. Yeah?

Remember me? Eddy duchin.

I remember you. The berkshires, that resort. Yeah.

You remember, Leo. Last summer? We were lost.

It was raining. Berkshires?

Oh, yes, of course. Sure. Come in.

Gee, you had me scared for a minute.

I thought maybe you had— No. I remember you.

You lent me your raincoat.

I almost forgot to give it back to you.

I played the piano, huh? That's right. A lot of piano.

That was some orchestra you were hooked up with.

Nobody's got a right to be that bad, not even for money.

They were a group of college kids picking up money for school.

They weren't professionals. What are you doing here?

Empty the pockets, will you, Lou?

Huh? In New York.

I came down from Boston when— Jimmy Walker's coming in tonight.

Great. Swell. The mayor?

Ha, ha. This is his favorite spot. No?

You don't know the casino, do you? No.

It's the playground of high society.

This was given to Mr. Reisman by Mrs. Vanderbilt.

He played at her daughter's coming-out party.

Yes. I know. Money clip was given to Mr. Reisman...

Stop sounding like an auctioneer.

You'll make duchin want to quit college and be a musician.

That's exactly what I— What school do you go to?

Well, I graduated, remember? I told you.

The Massachusetts school of pharmacy.

Oh, yeah. Sure, sure. I remember.

So you're gonna be a druggist. Here in New York? No.

A lot of money in drugstores if you can make a good hot fudge sundae.

I'm not going to be a druggist.

I've decided to take advantage of Mr. Reisman's offer instead.

My offer? Sure. To play the piano with your band.

That's why I'm here.

I didn't offer you a job.

What? I didn't offer you a job.

I remember saying I liked the way you play the piano,

but I certainly didn't offer you a job.

Yeah, but you said a lot of other things too.

You told me to come to New York.

No. What Mr. Reisman said was, if you got to New York, stop by and say hello.

He also told me I had the most distinctive style he'd heard in years.

I've got a piano player. I've had him for years.

But I'm here. I can't go back.

Why not?

No. I— I can't go home.

It was tough enough to leave.

They didn't want you to go?

Mr. Reisman, when a man owns a small tailor shop...

And presses pants for a living and works like a dog...

So that his son can have an education and get ahead,

it isn't easy to give up the dream.

It wasn't their idea that I should live the crazy life of a musician.

I should stay at home and become a druggist...

And a respected member of the community.

There's nothing the matter with that. No, but it isn't what I want.

No. I can't go back. I've made the break.

Eddy, maybe your father was right.

You keep in touch. Now, be sure.

I'm sorry, eddy. I...

Good-bye and, uh, goodluck.

He wishes us good luck.

He can play. He's got a very distinctive personal style.

He won't get lost.

J'j'

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I like it. What is it? Chopin?

Yes. Which one?

E-fiat.

Please play it again.

J'j'

I didn't think that Mr. Reisman went in for rude musicians.

I'm not with reisman. But I heard you say before...

I'm not with Mr. Reisman at all.

There was no job to get.

I only dreamed of working here.

A crazy dream...

Driving back home in a red stutz bearcat,

walking into the house and throwing down a bankroll as big as the ritz...

And saying, “no more work, pop. I'm rich. I'm famous.”

Where do you come from?

Boston.

I'm gonna knock this town on its ear once I get started,

and I don't mean only New York.

You don't believe me, do you? Of course I believe you.

What do you intend to do in the meantime? Get a job in a drugstore.

Playing the piano?

No, no. No, I'm a druggist.

My prof at the Massachusetts school of pharmacy...

He used to play the ukulele, see? So the two of us, we'd get together and...

Maybe. Maybe I talk too much, huh?

Lou, be sure to get the arrangements for “lucky Lindy.”

We're gonna have a lot of requests for that tune.

Play some more. Go on, play.

Mr. Reisman. Well, good evening, miss oelrichs.

Leo, I want you to do something for me.

Some special numbers you want me to play tonight?

No, it's something else.

We'll keep your music going tonight without intermission.

Oh, my dear, I can't.

But you can if you hire an extra piano player.

Did you have anyone special in mind?

You know very well I had someone special in mind.

If he's not good enough...

He's good enough. Then you'll do it?

Yes. You're an angel.

Go see Mr. Reisman. You've got a job.

Whoo. I'm late. What?

I beg your pardon, miss. What did you say?

Be sure you play well.

Thank you, miss— Oelrichs. Marjorie oelrichs.

Thank you, miss oelrichs.

Say, druggist, do you have a prescription for a tuxedo?

J'j'

Is it time? Shh!

Give me a hand here, will you?

Thank you.

No, no, no, no.

Oh, I can button it.

How much longer? Shh!

Shh, shh.

Okay, ready now? Good.

Huh? Uh, uh, uh, uh.

Oh, you want me tosn. Yeah.

Thanks, Mr. Shennood. Uh...

J'j'

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All right, kid, you're on. Yes, sir.

Oh, and, eddy— yes, sir?

Remember, this is just intermission music. Play soft.

We don't want to disturb their eating and drinking.

Yes, sir. Well, go ahead. You're on, you're on.

Treat the tuxedo gently, will you? It's an old friend.

J'j'

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Uncle sherm, want to dance again?

Lets. Dontyouever get tired?

Come on. Oh, all right, Marjorie.

Joan, Harry. Come on, dance. Come on.

It's the first time they've ever danced to just a piano.

Maybe I'd better sell my fiddle.

Maybe you'd better.

Say, there's Jimmy Walker. Call the boys.

Jimmy!

Wait a minute. What did I do wrong?

His honor, the mayor, is coming in.

Jimmy Walker? Mm-hmm.

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