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[ "december 1963(oh, what a night)"instrumental plays ] you wanna hear the real story? i'm the one you wantto talk to -- tommy devito. wasn't for me, we all wouldawound up in the trunk of somebody's carwith a bullet in our head. there's even a streetnamed after me. of course, it don't come easy. you gotta have talentand skill and vision. and luck.

â™ª just likea wandering sparrow â™ª â™ª one lo-o-o-nely soul â™ª â™ª i'd walkthe straight and narrow â™ª â™ª to reach my goal â™ª frankie.where's my single? oh, comin' up,mr. decarlo. vito, when are you gonna givemy boy his own chair? he's not ready yet, gyp. here you are.

frankie, you wannagive me a shave? yeah, sure. give him the razor.go ahead. be careful. all right. soave, louie.he's not gonna cut my throat. are ya, frankie? uh, no, mr. decarlo. lotta people'dlike to, eh?

get nice and close. hello. oh. party time. what? dio mi aiuti. shit. what? no, no.no, no, no. it's nothing.

it's just a w-- can you hand me,uh, the witch hazel? well, i'm sorry.it's a nick. thanks. sorry, mr. decarlo. maybe you should phone ahead,eh, tommy? i'm sorry, gyp,i didn't figure -- i know.you usually don't. gimme. it's a nick.

i'll finish it. calm down, vito. what's a little bloodbetween friends? it's all right. tommy: gyp decarlo. sure, they had elections. but you wanted something doneor undone in new jersey, gyp was the man. and i gotta say,

i had a special relationshipwith him. gyp: tommy. you pick upmy dry cleaning? oh, sure thing, gyp.it's already at your house. okay. drop frankie,then take me home. right away. you doin'your exercises? yeah.

a voice like yours,it's a gift from god. the world is gonna hearthat voice. you understand? sure, mr. decarlo. it's just, uh -- i don't know. i just wish thingswould start to happen. impatient, huh?[ chuckles ] don't worry.

you work hard,everything follows. am i right, tommy? bigger than sinatra, gyp.my hand to god. there were three waysout of the neighborhood. you join the army,maybe you get killed. you get mobbed up,you might get killed that way. or you get famous. for us,it was two out of three. it's gonna be good.

be careful, huh? bye, mr. decarlo. you knowwhat i don't understand? i don't understandthe infatuation with these mamaluke bums. 'cause that's what they are,frankie. you hang out with them, you either end up deador in jail. eh. she's right, huh?

just listen.learn something. [ knock on door ] oh, hey, i gotta go. hey, finish your dinner. you didn't eat, frank. i finished.i-i ate a lot. tommy: i didn't want anybodyto get up. hello, mr. castelluccio. hey, tom.

mrs. castelluccio. you hungry? i'm fine, thank you. dove andate voi di notte?where you goin' tonight? we got a rehearsal. yeah, we got a rehearsalfor this friday. yeah, it's a danceat the high school. mr. castelluccio: uh-huh. better not be drinking, huh,or using drugs.

no. him? forget it.he's an angel. mm-hmm. sounds like one,too. [ chuckles ] where does he get that from,you or your wife? not me. not you?

what's that? please. you keep an eyeon frankie. miss castelluccio, i'd never letanything happen to frankie. my hand to god. for later. what's this? frankie non mang. gimme a kiss.

the two of you.be careful. meatballs. maronna, mama. i want you home 11:00. come here. i love you. no later. yeah, goodnight. okay, be careful,you two. please? all right. yeah.

11:00, frank. mr. castelluccio: arrivederci. buonanotte. [ sighs ] tommy: all right, frankie.you look, you listen. what's the high sign? "silhouettes." all right.come on. all right, don't screw this up.you understand? it's for real.

real casual-like. [ car door closes ] [ grunting ] come on, come on, go.push. push the fuckin' thing. [ both grunting ] i am pushin'the fuckin' thing! â™ª took a walk and passedyour house â™ª â™ª late last night â™ª â™ª from within,a dim light cast -- â™ª

hey, frankie. hey, officer mike.how you doin'? what's with the concert? oh, it's, um --uh, good acoustics, so the sound bouncesoff the wall there. aren't you supposed to be homeby 11:00? uh, you want the truth?it's my girl. she lives there.i'm wooing her. wooing, huh?

yeah.m-makin' love with music. â™ª silhouettes â™ª â™ª silhouettes, try-ohh â™ª â™ª silhouettes,silhouettes, try-ohh â™ª hey! down there!shut the hell up! we're trying to sleep! her motherdon't like me. [ chuckling ]okay, nice try. why don't youget out of here

before i gottarun you in, huh? yeah, sure, mikey. sorry for the disturbance,ma'am. [ banging ] watch my -- come on. [ panting ] come on. slow. slow. you couldn'topen it inside.

how you gonna open itat home, huh? we can't open up -- shut the fuck up and push. get in! get in! come on! [ grunts ] [ loud bang ] fuck!your mother's ass! come on!go! go! go!

[ keys jingle ] come on. come on. frankie,step on the fucking gas. tell him to go. [ engine revs, tires squeal ] shit! frankie! sorry! straighten it out!

frankie,what are you doing?! i can't! stop the fucking car! hey! frankie! jackass! oh, man! aah! [ alarm blaring ] holy shit.come on.

come on! come on!come on! come on! let's go! [ blaring continues ] you all right? â™ª darling,my darling, my darling â™ª â™ª my darling, darling,darling â™ª â™ª my darling, my darling,my oink, oink â™ª â™ª bum, bum, bum, bum,bum, bum, bum, bum â™ª â™ª bum, bum, bum, bum â™ª

â™ª oh, oh, i love you â™ª â™ª my darling, my darling â™ª â™ª i truly, truly love you â™ª â™ª and i've been thinkingof you â™ª â™ª you're the appleof my e-e-eye â™ª â™ª you're the appleof my e-e-e-e-eye â™ª [ song ends ] [ cheers and applause ] tommy: thank you very much,ladies and gentlemen.

thank you. we are the variety trio.i'm tommy devito. plus, we got my brother,nicky devito. how you doin'? and on bass guitar,we got nick massi. [ applause ] [ as ed sullivan ] and now,right here on our stage, before i bring out the viennaboys choir and topo gigio... [ light laughter ]

[ normal voice ] ...i would loveto introduce you to a new discovery of mine. little frankie castelluccio. frankie, get on up here. come on, don't be shy. [ intro to "i can't give youanything but love" plays ] you want your shot?fuckin' sing. â™ª i can't give you anythingbut love â™ª â™ª baby â™ª

â™ª that's the only thingi have plenty of â™ª he's cute. really? â™ª dream of why,scheme of why â™ª â™ª we're sure to find â™ª â™ª happiness, and i guess â™ª â™ª all those thingsyou've always pined for â™ª â™ª gee, i'd like to see yalookin' swell, baby â™ª â™ª diamond bracelets woolworthdoesn't sell â™ª

â™ª till that lucky day â™ª â™ª you know darn well, baby â™ª â™ª i can't give you anything â™ª â™ª but lo-o-o-o-o-o-o-ve â™ª â™ª anything but love â™ª he is so good. go ahead.just say "goodnight." goodnight. thank you very much,ladies and gentlemen.

thank you all for coming.hope you enjoyed your evening. anybody see my lighter? hey. look who it is.what do you want? hey, there he is. you sang good tonight. it was good.not great. they seemed to like it. oh, yeah?look what we got over here.

we got an audience expertover here. i'll tell youwhen they like it, okay? i'm just sayin', tom. all right, maybe youshouldn't say so much and just start listenin',huh? move. move. nick d.: what? by the way, you see the redheadin the front row? it's not under there.

maronna,i seen her clocking you. i thinkyou can get in there. nah.she was with somebody. oh, yeah? [ both chuckle ] so you take herfor a spin. like in what? take her in the --in the plymouth. you gonnalend me your car?

i might just lend youthe car. bullshit. frankie, just don't wrapyourself around a tree, all right? i don't want to have to fill outa lot of forms. look at him.he's chomping at the bit. what's the matter with you?sit down. there's a couple thingsyou gotta know first. got no timefor this shit.

there's two types of women,all right? there's type "a"and type "b." type "a,"they're real easy. they jump right into bedwith you. boom, boom, boom. then later on,they break your balls. then there's type "b."ask nicky about type "b." tell him about type "b,"right? you gotta wine them,you gotta dine them,

and then later on,what do they do? they break your balls. they bust-a the balls. i don't get it. you don't get it. you see this face?he don't get it. don't worry about it.you will. you want the car? huh? look at him.he's goin' for it.

what do you wanna do, eh?yeesh! oh! oh! oh, frankie.oh, frankie. huh?what's the matter? come on.you wanna fight? you wanna go? big man with the ladies. come here.come on. let's go. here, like this.

come on, tommy. like this. like this.he's hookin'. he's hookin'. [ grunting ] oh! don't hit me!don't do that! what happened? don't hit me, man. oh! don't do that. there he is.

[ laughing ]he took a swing. all right.the man's a slugger. this kid. let go, man! hey! hey! hey! listen to me,all right? come on, little brother. i ain'tyour little brother. all right, frankie.calm down.

this kid takes everythingso 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, officer mike.

detectives would like to havea word with you. that jog your memory? frankie, you're underage. you're hanging aroundthe jewelry store, you give the officersome bullshit storyabout doing a romeo act. i don't knowwhat you're talking about. tommy and his brother alreadygave you up, numbnuts. yeah, bullshit. all right, asshole.

have it your way.come on. how old are you? frankie:uh, 16, your honor. tommy:your honor, please. the kid didn't knowwhat he was doing.i conned him into it. i'm letting you offwith a warning. i suggest you get yourselfa new set of friends. i see you backin my courtroom again, you're going away.

now get out of here. frankie. you sing good, huh? you're the devil,you know that, tommy? oh, holier than art thou. maronna. just stay away from my son.okay? you stay away from my son,tommy. â™ª earth angel â™ª order!

hai capito, disgraziato? in galera, per tutta la vita! [ doors close ] as for you, let's see. gaetano devito. breaking and entering, possessionof stolen property. possession of stolen property,breaking and entering. possession of a forged document,breaking and entering.

illegal gaming.that's quite a rã©sumã©. thank you, your honor. so the kid's a singer? he's a good singer. he's getting betterevery day. then you ought to be greatby the time you get out. six months. [ gavel bangs ] [ alarm rings ]

[ indistinct conversations ] 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 dooron this place. somebody from the neighborhood'salways inside. hey, tommy.

you get a promotion? yeah.how's life? not too bad.yourself? all right.you're lookin' good. who's the new guy? woman: nicky. for god's sakes, i thoughtwe were going to the movies. relax, will ya? but i wanna see"the blob."

two minutes. sit down, read the bible,improve your mind. frankie, come on. [ slurps ] [ burps ] okay,you remember the words? yeah, yeah. and don't push. a little morefrom the inside.

[ organ plays, stops ] â™ª i wanna â™ª [ organ resumes playing ] â™ª sunday kind of love â™ª â™ª a love to lastpast saturday night â™ª â™ª i'd like to know â™ª â™ª ba, bum, bum, bum â™ª â™ª it's more than loveat first sight â™ª â™ª ba, dum, dum â™ª

â™ª i wannasunday kind of love â™ª â™ª ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh â™ª â™ª ba, bum,ba, bum, bum â™ª together:â™ª i do my sunday dreamin' â™ª â™ª and allmy sunday schemin' â™ª â™ª every minute, every hour,every da-a-a-ay â™ª â™ª hoping to discover â™ª â™ª a certain kind of lover â™ª [ door closes ]

â™ª oh, yeah â™ª [ harmonizing ] there. i told youit wasn't no vision. hey, nicky.frankie. hey, stanley.sister. lookin' good. what, are you breakinginto a church? you're on parole,for christ's sake. oh, come on, stanley. give me your hands.

well, i guess this meansgoodnight, nicky. at least now i'll know whereyour hands are gonna be. need some help there,stanley? hey, take him,you gotta take me, too. nick: don't bend the suit,stanley. it's imported. work on that b flat,frankie. chest voice.and do your exercises! stanley, take it easy.we're walking out of a church. let's get outta here.

easy. hey, princess. hey, tommooch. machoch.[ chuckles ] so, as i'm getting out,nick is going in, and the variety triois now a single. ain't gotta be no einstein to see there ain't no futurefor me as a singer. so i make an executive decision.

i'll put frankie in the band. hey, greg.how are ya? [ intro to"sunday kind of love" plays ] â™ª my arms need someoneto enfold â™ª â™ª to keep me warmwhen mondays are cold â™ª â™ª love for all my life â™ª come on.let's get out of here. hey, cool your coglioni.i'm listenin'. hey, look at that son of a bitchover there.

where? the guy -- the big guyhittin' on my girl. that's not your girl. she will beas soon as she meets me. that's mary delgado.she'll eat you alive. they'll send you homein an envelope. come on, tommy.i'm in love. â™ª i wanna sunday kind of â™ª â™ª lo-o-o-o-o-ve â™ª

we hope you enjoyedthe evening. special night having you here,and, uh, drink up. a salute. woman: cheers. and then get lost.we got a second show at 10:00. come on. can you introduce menow or what? do me a favor. 'stu cazzo in the red tie? get rid of him. okay, friend.bedtime.

who are you? i'm mother goose. mary. hey, tommooch.mr. subtle, huh? and you didn't evenbat an eye. frankie,this is mary delgado. mary delgado,this is frankie vally. hi. how are you?

all right,slow down, okay? the kid's barely legal. since when do you careabout legal? all right, come here. what? listen to me. this is type "a,"you understand? type "a." yeah, yeah. i got it.

this is a hit-and-run. yeah, yeah.i'm fine, man. have a good time. you know,that's a nice color for you. you shouldalways wear that. thanks for the fashion tip. so, uh... what do you saywe get out of here? frankie: so, it's a prettynice place, huh?

yeah.they don't sell slices. that's how you can tell. so, that's your real name --vally? nah. castelluccio. francis castelluccio. kinda long for a marquee. that's why i changed it.vally. v-a-l-l-y. v-a-l-l-i.

how come? 'cause y'sa bullshit letter. it doesn't knowwhat it is. is it a vowel?is it a consonant? never thought about it. plus which,you're italian. you gotta end in a vowel. delgado, castelluccio. pizza.

vally with an "i,"it says, "this is who i am. you don't like it,you can go fuck yourself." that's a veryunusual fragrance. never smelledanything like that before. what do you call it? soap. tommy warned me about you. yeah? what did he say? said i couldn't handle you.

that's because he couldn't. so, your group? the varietones. yeah.just you and tommy? and his brother nickand this other guy, nicky. so, where were they? they went awayfor a while. what for? they did some things.

friends like that, maybe you should just changeyour name to sinatra. i'm gonna beas big as sinatra. only if you standon a chair. hey, why you gotta saythat kind of stuff? look. first of all, sinatra wouldn'tbe caught dead in that jacket. where'd you get it? i don't know.tommy got it off a truck.

exactly. tommy's a two-bit hustler. he doesn't seethe big picture. yeah?so what do i do? come here. you got a nickel? â™ª to keep me warm â™ª call your mother.you're gonna be home late. â™ª a love for all my lifeto have and to hold â™ª

[ laughs ] tommy:[ chuckling ] all right. attaboy. quick and painless. â™ª i want a sunday â™ª â™ª kind of lo-o-o-o-ve â™ª mary had a couple of yearson him, and they both wanted out. up and out.

mary saw frankie as her chance, and she poured it all into him. love?i'll be honest with you. i never knew what that was. marriage?marriage is not love. marriage is you take a shavewhile your wife sits on the can and clips her toenails. anyway, frankie's married,we're playing clubs nights, frankie's cutting hairin the daytime,

and it's their anniversary. and he decides to get marysome jewelry. so he goes shoppin'...jersey style. i don't understand. why can't this guy just bringstuff over to the house? [ sighs ]he's a little nervous, frankie. your wife's gonna lovethis shit, frankie. couple of watches,nice diamonds. he got it outta some housein saddle river.

he had to smack the broad arounda little bit, but -- would you shut up? he don't needto know all that. frankie's cool.right, frankie? yeah, no problem. wait a minute. this isn't bloomfield. no, it's fairfield. not fairfield,you fucking asshole.

bloomfield. you said fairfield. why would i say fairfieldif it was bloomfield? i don't know, donnie. maybe your brain is fucked up,and don't call me an asshole. why not?it's what you are! a piece of fucking shitmoron fuckin' asshole! hey, fellas, it's okay. you stay outta this!

hey! [ snaps fingers ]don't get outta line. no, fuck him!and fuck you, okay? i'm not the asshole.you're the asshole. don't you call me an asshole,asshole! oh, yeah? and what are yougonna do about it, asshole? what am i gonna doabout it? asshole. what am i gonna doabout it, huh? how about this?

[ gunshot ] [ tires screech ] holy shit! what are you, crazy?! now who's the asshole? geez, donnie.my god. get out.get out! yeah, but you -- get out.i'll call you tomorrow.

come on.i'll take care of this. go! go! go, frankie! go! whoo! oh, you should've seen the lookon his face. i almost felt sorryfor the kid. yeah, well, don't.we gotta lean on him, and hard. we need that money, donnie,okay? [ both laugh ]

get in the front. [ pounding on door ] what are you, deaf?open it. put the plate downand open it. open it. what if it's your wife? don't worry about it.just open the fuckin' door. tommy.[ panting ] tommy, something terriblejust happened.

slow down. so, he shot somebodyin your car, and they want to charge you$20,000 to make it go away? $25,000. sweetheart.give me a kiss. go powder your nose. let me ask you something. if he shot the guy,why should you pay? what are you, nuts?it's my car.

there's a dead guy in it. my prints are all over it. the cops are gonna trace it.it's a murder rap, tommy. frankie, it's a scam. they fake a murderin your car, then they charge you $25,000to make it go away. no, no. there was blood allover. i saw it with my own eyes. huh? fake bloodlike in the movies.

ah, shit. let me explain something to you,all right? you shoot somebody, you gotta shootall the witnesses, too. that's a basic rule. i bet you $100 your car is sittin' in his drivewayright now. $100 i bet you. donnie's my friend.

and i'm not your friend?huh? i'm your friend. fuck donnie. go home.i'll take care of it. what are you gonna do?call gyp? are you stunade?huh? you mention that name. you don't bother gyp decarlowith two-bit bullshit. i said i'll take care of it,all right?

go home. tommy:take care of your wife. thanks, tommy.i owe ya. what am i gonna dowith you? stupid. you said it, gyp. take off your hat. okay.i'll say it once, so... get it throughyour thick skulls.

frankie is my friend, capisce? you don't touch him,you don't speak to him, you don't evendream about him. if you see himcoming toward you, you cross the street. but if he trips, you better be thereto catch him. hmm? and now, get outta here.

you're being watched,my friends. thank you, tommy. [ intro to"my mother's eyes" plays ] â™ª god's gift from up above â™ª â™ª a real unselfish love â™ª â™ª i've found in my â™ª â™ª mother's eyes â™ª yeah.he's very good. i appreciate you sang that,frankie.

it was my mother'sfavorite song. oh, please. my pleasure,mr. decarlo. by the way,you get your car back? my car? yeah. those guys,they went away? you're a good boy,frankie. frankie,here's your claim check. any timeyou got a problem,

you reach out to me. yeah? beautiful tonight. got somethin' to say?huh? [ chortles ] good. for years,i'm humpin' decarlo's laundry, treats me like a bum. frankie sings one song,he gets a claim check.

i'll tell you,it's good to be lead singer. anyway, nick massi finallyrevolves out of rahway. tommy: hey. [ men clapping ] look at you.[ chuckles ] this guy.like you never left. tommooch. so, it's me, nick, and frankie, and it's up to me to keep us outof the gutter,

but nobody'shiring trios anymore. trios are dead. the fact isi'm all out of ideas, but i can still do math. three loversequals zero bookings. so to generatesome walking around money, i'm working with this kidon a little project at a local establishment. [ the royal teens'"short shorts" plays ]

â™ª who wears short shorts? â™ª â™ª we wear short shorts â™ª â™ª they're such short shorts â™ª [ pins crashing ] hey, joey,you listenin'? yeah.tommy, i'm workin' here. you being a wiseass? look, after the fifth framebut not before, you start spottin' the pinslike we said, right?

yeah, i know.a little off. so, listen. we got this jazz group,you know? we're playing up in bergenfieldwith this kid. tommy, this kid,he plays like a madman, he writes songs, and i'm thinkin' this is the guyyou're lookin' for. yeah? for what? "for what?"for the group.

the band, the lovers,the romans, whatever the hell the name isthis week. tommy, this is his song. â™ª who wears short shorts? â™ª â™ª boom, boom, boom, boom,boom, boom, boom, boom â™ª â™ª we wear short shorts â™ª [ pins crash ] i told you!i warned you! i swear to god, i'm gonna comeover there, you motherfucker!

look at ya!you got a split! i'm gonna split openyour head! all right, joey, joey.pay attention, huh? can we take careof business? we take care of business, then we talk about youbein' a talent scout. yeah, sure, tommy. yeah. listen. you don't screw this up,

there's a c-note in itfor you. yeah.what's his name? gaudio.bob gaudio. if you want,i can arrange a sit-down. all right, look,i handle the sit-downs. you keep takin' careof the bowlin' pins. tommy,the kid's a genius. you're gonna thank mefor this. and don't forget,i discovered him.

yeah. that joe pesci. the film actor.who knew? sure, i played the whole thingdown about gaudio. i had to keepmy game face on. but in here,bells are goin' off big time. some kid from out of nowherewho sings, plays, and writes? you sign him up, man.you just hit the trifecta. [ knocking on door ] bobby, listen, three loverslookin' for a fourth.

who? the three lovers. they just got ridof this yutz who was doin' monkey songsor some shit. [ chuckles ]that's funny. funny how? no, i... why are youtelling me this? because i told themyou're a freaking genius.

hey, don't forget. i discovered you. that's good. uh, look, i'm in the middleof something right now, okay? are you kidding me?let's go. now? yeah. no, next week.yeah, we gotta go. â™ª i'm in the mood for love â™ª â™ª simply becauseyou're near me â™ª

joey, come on. this is likefor my grandparents. wait, will you relax? trust me. [ band joins in ] â™ª there i go â™ª â™ª there i go, there i go â™ª â™ª pretty baby,you are the soul â™ª â™ª snaps my control â™ª

â™ª such a funny thing,but every time i'm near you â™ª â™ª i never can behave â™ª â™ª you give me a smile â™ª â™ª and i'm then i'm wrapped upin your magic â™ª i heard them all. jackie wilson, johnny mathis,dinah washington. but i never heard a voicelike frankie valli's. after 30 seconds, i know i need to writefor this voice.

â™ª i'm in the mood for â™ª tommy: all right. right? joe: hey, hey, fellas. fabulous.man, what a set. tommy, this is bob gaudio,the guy i was talking about. tommy devito, bobby.i run the group. you're out kinda late,huh? i was just telling himabout how you guys,

you know,you were looking for -- all right, joey. joey, don't getoverexcited, huh? yeah, sorry. this is nick massi,frankie valli. bob, what is it? gaudio. hi. where are you from? uh, bergenfield.

somebody said you write. well, i told ya."short shorts." number two with a bullet. sorry.uh, shut up, joey. all right, call me.we'll set up a meet. hey, come on. kid's here.we're here. let's do it. tommy, he's got a new one. this stuff, it just --it just pours out of him. i'm -- i'm just saying.

all right,do what you do. [ piano plays ] â™ª i cried for you â™ª [ piano plays softly ] â™ª now cry for me â™ª â™ª no, no,i don't love you anymore â™ª â™ª cry for me â™ª â™ª well, you had your fun â™ª â™ª don't go, baby â™ª

â™ª with someone new â™ª â™ª girl, now you want meto take you back â™ª â™ª we're all through â™ª â™ª 'cause now i'm leavin' â™ª â™ª ahh â™ª â™ª no, no make believin' â™ª â™ª you made a fool of me â™ª â™ª so now i'm leavin' you â™ª â™ª a-ha-a-a-a â™ª

â™ª love you so â™ª â™ª much morethan you'll ever know â™ª â™ª but you just cheatedand you lied â™ª â™ª go on and cry for me â™ª â™ª well, you knew itfrom the start â™ª â™ª someday you'd breakmy heart â™ª â™ª now we're all through â™ª â™ª go on â™ª â™ª so cry â™ª

â™ª cry, cry â™ª â™ª won't you cry for me,baby, cry â™ª â™ª just the way i criedfor you â™ª â™ª cry â™ª â™ª won't you cryfor me, baby â™ª â™ª just the wayi cried over you â™ª â™ª go on and cry â™ª â™ª cry-y-y-y â™ª â™ª for me-e-e-e-e-e-e â™ª

â™ª oh-we-oh-we-ooh â™ª right? yeah. thanks.give us a minute, all right? yeah, yeah, yeah.thank you. thanks. what do you think?what do you think? well, i-i don't know.he writes, he sounds great. w-what do you think,tommy? hi. hi. hi, um, so i was justwondering if, um...

who's, like,the girl in your song? i mean, do you havea girlfriend? oh, no. no, it's any girl.it's every girl. it's what t.s. eliot calls"the objective correlative." i felt you weresinging to me. you're not from around here,are you? i'm not. probably somewherereally exotic, though. woman: like europe.

all right,we gotta talk. oh, yeah. hey, ladies. tommy:hi. how are you? so good. good.i'll tell you what? you know what i'm gonna do? i'm gonna shut my eyesand i'm gonna count to three, and when i open them,you're gonna disappear. ready?

one, two, three. [ snaps fingers ] and they're gone. yeah. [ chuckles ] so, you got an agent,a manager, somebody does your deals? that's okay.you can talk to me. you sure? all right,i tell you what.

we're gonna hire youon a trial basis, all right? let's say three weeks,$25 a week, and we see how it goes. oh, that's not gonna work. and why not? i was thinking i would come inas an equal partner. plus which i retain thepublishing on anything i write. and we can work outa favored nations on any mechanicaland ancillary rights.

excuse me a minute. forget it. why? he wants a four-way split.in his dreams. well, tommy. this kid's good. you think this kidis the golden goose? what did he do?he wrote one fucking song. we're gonna cut himin equal?

come on. there's a millionof 'em out there. where? where what? the million guys.where are they? can i just say something? okay. okay. tom, i like it. what? what, you got a hard-onfor this kid? come on, look at him.he can't drink, he can't smoke.

look at that face.he's never been laid before. what good is he? well,you think he's green, take him under your winglike you did with me. you want meto cut him in equal? yeah. if it works, there'll beenough for everybody. if it doesn't,what's the difference? i'll tell you what. you know what,we don't need a keyboard.

that's my decision.that's the end of it. all right, then go get yourselfanother lead singer. what'd you say? i said get yourselfanother lead singer. what's the matterwith you? what do you want,a fuckin' smack? what is this? oh, i see. all right.i'll tell you what.

we cut him in equaland it goes up in smoke, don't fuckin' blame me,all right? you all right with this? yeah.let's give it a try. i'm gonna dealwith you later. what did i do? nothin'. gaudio. don't worry about it.

you're in the group. great. thank you.thanks. let's go have a drink.come on. music businessis a jungle, kid. you need anything, you cometalk to me, all right? anytime, anyplace. what's your shoe size? um...10â½. come overto the house sometime.

i'll straighten you out. [ door opens ] so, what sizeare you again? uh, 10â½. 10â½. 10â½. look at this. right here.meant to be. what? uh... tommy, this is one shoe. yeah.it's a left.

yeah, that's how they ship them.the lefts. then a coupleof weeks later, different dock from italy,the rights. the rightsare coming in next week. tommy, i got enough shoes,really. thank you.i got it. all right. you want somethin'for your mother? maybe a nice fur coat?maybe get her some pearls. oh, the pearls are gone.

the pearls are gone? you moved the pearls? yeah, yesterday. what'd you do,a nicky special? all right, so you get hera coat, maybe a nice blazer. no, no. tommy, look. look,no stolen goods, all right? stolen? [ chuckles ]what, stolen goods? what, are you kidding me?these fell off a truck. big truck.

look at this kid.saint bobby over here, nicky. huh?lookin' down on all of us. ow. nice kid. all right, i'll tell you what.let's have a toast. to the group. right.thank you. there you go.right to the top. chin-chin.100 years.

cheers. eyes, eyes. eyes, nicky. don't want to jinxthe whole damn thing. i got some good news.[ snaps fingers ] i laid on a limo. we're goin' downto atlantic city. i got a suiteat the traymore, we're gonna take ina couple of shows,

have a little party, we're gonna make a bunchof connects. we're gonna take a pass,tommy. pass?what pass? huh, what,are you a quarterback now? you pass on things?is that what you do? what are you passin' for? when do you ever passon atlantic city? we sent out those demos,you know?

we? we who? me -- me and bobby. we're gonna go into townand follow up. oh, you and bobby, huh? yeah, nobody's getting anyyounger around here, tommy. i don't wanna go to a party.i wanna go to traymore. i wanna get a record contractand feed my family. whoa, whoa. excuse me.feed your family? what do you think, i'm tryingto take food off your plate?

huh? all right,go out with the demos. okay, but you gotta do thingsthe right way. you talk to me firstbefore you do anything. of course, tommy. i'm -- i'm sorry,was i speaking to you? mr. bobby businessman.all right, you know what? you go outwith the demos, too, and when you're donewith that, maybe you could take overgeneral motors.

all right, tommy.take it easy. we going? yeah, let's go. you're welcome. [ up-tempo jazz music plays ] [ slow jazz music plays ] [ man singing indistinctly ] â™ª oh, knock me on my feet â™ª woman:â™ª tears i've shed â™ª

man #2:â™ª raindrops fell â™ª [ trumpet plays ] [ elevator bell dings ] hi. we're the four lovers.we sent you a demo. not interested. hi. we're the four lovers.we sent you a demo and -- sorry. hi. we're the four lovers.we sent you a -- you're the four lovers?

well, two of them. no, no.four lovers is a colored group. no, no.that's us. â™ª i-i love you so â™ª not bad.come back when you're black. [ door slams ] get out here,you chickenshit! i'll rip your throat out! hey! hey! hey! hey!

toto, watch your mouth. you're notin newark anymore. crewe. as i live and breathe.frankie castelluccio. no, no. it's valli now.frankie valli, with an "i." what are you doing here? i'm making hit records.you? oh, we got a new group --the four lovers. here, take a demo.

who's your friend? oh, the nextotis blackwell. bob crewe, bob gaudio. hey. he's got the best earsin the business. they're all right.well, hello, young man. you young, young [ chuckling ]young, young man. scorpio. no, no, no, no, silly goose.your birthday.

oh, uh, november 17th. november 12th. oh, it's a sign.the stars are in alignment. follow me, boys. destiny awaits! i rememberthinking at the time there was something a little offabout this guy. i mean, this was, like, 1959. people thought liberace wasjust, you know...theatrical.

entrez! welcome to civilization, mes enfants. where did he gethis drink? crewe: vassar. so, this is wherethe magic happens, huh? no, darling, the magic happensin the bedroom. well, it's not the back seatof a car, but i prefer a roofover my head. tommy, i'm joking.

go make some friendsand don't get into trouble. he's so serious. holy shit. it's like jane of the jungleover there times two. is that vodka? uh-huh. uh, give me a triple. i'd like a whisky. how much is that?

oh, it's free. it's fascinating,isn't it? he has such...freedom. they should take it away. the painting? his freedom. so, uh, looks like i forgotmy, uh, gold head wrap. [ chuckles ]best of the best. so, what do you do?

me?i'm a hairdresser. professionally? no, during the day. at night, i put on a capeand fight crime. you're funny.that's funny. good thing i'm married. uh, so you -- you tworoom together, is that it? oh, we doeverything together. ah.

together or separately? hey, what are you doing? shut up.like he'll miss it. [ flute playing ] bob: crewe introduced usto a whole new world. he signed usto a record contract, and it seemed likewe were on our way. that was good. but we had a problem.

[ intro plays ] â™ª still care â™ª â™ª i-i-i-i-i â™ª â™ª i still care for you,still care â™ª â™ª oooooh â™ª we never readthe fine print. the contract had usas backup singers with an option to recordfour of our songs. crewe's option.

so we spent the next year being the musical equivalentof room service. â™ª even in the dark of night â™ª â™ª knowing that you're notin sight â™ª â™ª i still care â™ª â™ª maybe if you love me â™ª â™ª you'll give meanother chance â™ª â™ª i-i-i-i â™ª â™ª 'cause i still care â™ª

â™ª for yo-o-o-o-u â™ª â™ª ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-waaa! â™ª [ laughter ] sorry.we won't -- sorry. did you get all that? billy dixon and the topix."trance." take three. â™ª late last nightstrollin' down the street â™ª â™ª ahhhh â™ª â™ª i saw a girl,swept me off my feet â™ª

â™ª wubba, wubba, wubba â™ª stop the tape! you guys are not hearing itlike i do. i'm so-- i'm sorry, crewe.how do you hear it? uh, i'm hearing itin sky blue. you're giving me brown. maybe that's 'causeyou're paying us shit. excuse me? i'm sorry, crewe.

famous ears clogged up?i'll say it into the mike. maybe 'cause you're paying usfucking shit. is there a problem, tommy? yeah. there's a problem. okay, let's see whatthe goddamn problem is. we got his attention.he's coming down. about fuckin' time. [ clears throat ]oh, i'm sorry. are our sessions cuttinginto your time at the track?

let me tell youwhat the problem is. hold on. hold on. wait.here's the problem. you said you'd record us.that was like a year ago. come on.when are you gonna record us? when you give me a hit. i've given you 10 hits. 10 songs, and they'reall derivative. you find yourselves a nameand a sound, and then maybe we can makesomething happen.

how do you know what's a hituntil you get it out there? okay. okay. okay. you want meto produce four songs? get me the money. what are youtalking about? i am tapped out, baby. ugh. you want a session,it's gonna cost you $3,500. eight rooms on park avenue,he's tapped out. uh, 10, sam spade,

and i've got certainpersonal obligations. yeah, no, i saw him. don't get me started,baby. perfect. could usea little more color. yeah, thanks a lot. pleasure working with you. yeah, maybe --maybe powder blue. royal blue.bullshit.

you know, crewe's rightabout one thing. your songs are derivative. bob: really? what, you don't think i knowwhat that means? it means they all soundlike each other. all right, tommy, lay off. let bob write the songs,you make the bookings, okay? okay. okay. okay.i talked to the manager. you do two sets.it's a cool $350 a night.

10 nights,you got your session. and i'm only gonna take 5%. or not. jokin'. how about it? okay. let's do it. it's good. [ bowling pins crash ] wait, wait, wait, wait. what's your name?

nick: the romans. bob: the topix. the varieton-- the topix. the four lovers. no, no, no. you.i know you. you usedto come in here. you had some kindof scam going. spotting pinsand betting on the games.

i never been herebefore in my life. yeah,i never forget a face. get out, all of you. come on, let's go. come on,before jesus gets back. let's go. move. move! you got a memorylike an elephant. i don't need a band.i got a jukebox.

someday we'll beon that fuckin' jukebox. i'm not gonna hire you.i got no slots left. the four lovers.you look like the four felons! that went well. joey,you're a real prick. this is crazy.we gotta find a club. forget about the clubs. what we want isa record contract. what record contract?

we can't even booka lousy bowling alley. maybe this is a good time for meto start my own group. all right, you're not startin'any groups. you're in this group,nicky. yeah? which one?the topix? the romans? the lovers? who are we gonna be next,tommy? [ electricity crackling ] bob: frankie.

it's a sign, tommy. ooh. still like the four felons. yeah, but we still needthe $3,500. don't worry about it,all right? i'll take care of it.that's what i do. just write usa goddamn hit. put that in the trunk. bob:so i lock myself in my room

and i write four new songsin two days. no. not songs.hits. tommy: norman. norman: what's up? you're late. couldn't find parkingfor my canoe. $5,000. let's see. [ gull cries ]

the 11 grand you owe meplus this 5... it's getting heavy,tommy. you're up to 16 grand. don't worry about it.we just signed with rca victor. 'cause you don't want to getbehind on the vig. i don't wanna get behindon anything. i'll send you a record. better yet, send me 3 grandby next friday. 3 grand?i thought it was like $1,000.

that's what you said -- 3 grand. frankie:so, you like the new name? i love the new name. so did vivaldi. what? who? what, some guystole our name? i'll go talk to him. it's -- it's okay, tommy.he's already dead.

what about the songs? the songs?i love the songs. the songs are great. but we still havea problem. what?the scarols? here. it's $3,500. devito delivers. fuck vivaldi.

i'll drink to that. let me see. sherry. oh, shit. [ bell dings ] stop! tommy:this is bullshit, frankie. most important day of his lifeand he's late? it's not like bobbyto be late. no, that's tommy'sterritory.

all right, stronzo,get off my case. lay off the boozewhile you're at it, all right, shithead? hey, watch your mouthin my house. francine. francine.come here, baby. go with your mommy. that's beautiful. come on,she wasn't even listenin'.

that way. she was drawing pictures. shut up. pretty pictures,francine. leave that. hey, come on. oh, real nice.real nice. hypocrite. what is this?are you kidding me?

he comes inwith a piece of paper he wrote 15 minutes ago. no, this looks likeit'll be good, tommy. no, it's an insult, frankie.it's a slap in the face. don't take it personal.looks like a good song. "don't take it personal."i'm on the hook for this. i say we do the fourwe rehearsed. we're not taking votes here,all right? i run the group --

hey, wait, wait.we don't have enough time. crewe's got the ears, right?so let's let him decide. all right, crewe's gonna tellyou the same thing. sing. put me in a real pinch,frankie. look, you got another song?come on. let's just try it. i don't now. let me see. all right.i'll take the bottom. [ phone rings ]

bob crewe. hey, uh, crewe. middle? frank? yeah, it's --i'm sorry we're late. uh, listen, we got somethingfor you, all right? right now? no, just listen. just listen.here we go.

one, two, three,four. [ snapping fingers ] â™ª sherry â™ª â™ª sherry, baby â™ª â™ª sherry â™ª â™ª sherry, baby â™ª set up the eight-track. we're gonna doublefrankie's voice. it's gonna exploderight off the radio.

i never heardof that before. because it's neverbeen done before. [ laughs ] [ chuckling ]i'm a fucking genius. what does he think? that's good, right?right, crewe? crewe:get over here now. yeah,we'll be right over. you're listening to me, barry belson.

wcfa radio! we're in our 17th hourlocked inside the studio, and yes, we're still playingthe same song! i mean, is that a differentsound, or what? who are these people? four black guys? three guys and a girl? what can i say? i love this record!

[ laughs ] whoo! we're gonna see this onego right to the top, my friends, and we're gonna see it happenthis saturday on "american bandstand"! oh, what the hey?i'm gonna play it again. so put down that girl and lend an earto the four seasons! â™ª she-e-e-e-rry, baby â™ª â™ª sherry,can you come out tonight? â™ª

â™ª come, come,come out tonight â™ª â™ª why don't youcome out? â™ª â™ª to my twist party â™ª â™ª come out â™ª â™ª where the bright lightsshine â™ª â™ª we'll dance the night away â™ª â™ª i'm gonna make you mi-i-i-ne â™ª â™ª yo-u-u-u'd better askyour mama â™ª â™ª tell hereverything is all right â™ª

â™ª why don't you come out? â™ª â™ª with your red dress on â™ª â™ª you look so fine â™ª â™ª move it nice and easy â™ª â™ª girl,you make me lose my mind â™ª â™ª she-e-e-e-e-rry, baby â™ª â™ª co-o-o-o-o-o-me out â™ª crewe: hey. what's going on?you got the song?

no, not yet. not yet.[ clears throat ] what have you guysbeen doing? it's three weeks.the company's going nuts. so, what's in the bag? it's chinese. you gotta eat to work. oh, my gosh. bobby, bobby.come here. come here. "ace in the hole." kirk douglas.jan sterling.

god, i love jan sterling. come on, what are youguys doin', huh? workin' or watchin'the tube? shh, tommy. get forks. "i feel like smiling." i feel like smiling. you heard me. get it off. "make me."

that's right. watch this. make me. oh, he will. watch,i bet you she cries. no, big girls don't cry. â™ª big girls don't cry â™ª â™ª big girls â™ª â™ª don't cry-y-y â™ª

â™ª they don't cry â™ª â™ª don't cry â™ª â™ª who said they don't cry? â™ª â™ª my girl â™ª â™ª said goodby-y-ye â™ª â™ª my, oh, my â™ª â™ª didn't cry â™ª â™ª i wonder why â™ª â™ª silly boy â™ª

â™ª told my girlwe had to break up â™ª â™ª hoped that shewould call my bluff â™ª â™ª but she said,to my surprise â™ª â™ª maybe â™ª â™ª i was cruel â™ª â™ª i'm a fool â™ª â™ª i'm such a fool â™ª â™ª silly girl â™ª â™ª shame on you,your mama said â™ª

â™ª shame on you,you cried in bed â™ª â™ª shame on you,you told a lie â™ª â™ª big girls do cry â™ª â™ª that's just an alibi â™ª we're the four seasons.thank you. thank you. on bass guitar,we have mr. nick massi. keyboard,we have bob gaudio. i'm tommy devito. and this ismr. frankie valli.

thank you very much.you've been a wonderful crowd. this is --i don't get it. what don't you get,tommy? the title."walk like a man." so? as opposed to what?a woman? no, it's for boys, tommy.teenage boys. w-we're telling themto act like men. instead of like girls.

yeah, instead of like --no. instead of like boys. come on.why are you doing this? crewe: hey. hey, hey, hey. miss congeniality. it's a metaphor. it's an anthem for every guy who's ever been twisted around a girl's little finger, and if i'm explaining that to you, we're in trouble. now knock off the bullshit and sing the song. roll the tape, phil.

[ sighs ] phil: "walk like a man," take one. [ stomping rhythmically ] â™ª ooo-wee-ooooooh â™ª â™ª walk, walk, walk, walk â™ª â™ª walk like a man â™ª merry christmas. come in. â™ª oh, how you tried â™ª

â™ª oo-ah-ooh â™ª â™ª to cut me down to size â™ª tommy: look at them. they're even organized the wayhe likes them. steven. steven? â™ª give her up, don't bother â™ª â™ª the world isn'tcoming to an end â™ª â™ª he said â™ª

nicky. yeah, what? how much is he gaudio? hey, who invitedthe brother along? it's the little brother.baby gaudio. come on,take off the jacket. you look like you're working.what's the matter with you? â™ª walk like a man, my son â™ª â™ª ooh-we-ooh-ooh-ooh-wa â™ª

loosen up that bow-tie. tommy: where's bobby?bobby's gotta see this face. look at this face. i'll say this about tommy. he had his issues, but he sure knew howto run a party. â™ª fast as i can â™ª â™ª walk like a man from you â™ª walk like a man.

â™ª i'll tell the world â™ª â™ª forget about it, girl â™ª â™ª and walk like a manfrom you â™ª bring the boyto the party. now i gotta bring the partyto the boy. oh. [ chuckles ] enjoy yourselves. we will. â™ª walk, walk, walk â™ª

â™ª w-a-alk like a ma-a-n â™ª hi, i'm bob. â™ª like a â™ª i'm yourchristmas present. â™ª m-a-a-a-a-a-a-n â™ª yeah! all right! well done. well done!

you were right. it is more funwith another person. yeah, hello? tommy: frankie. come on.come over here. we're still going.jump in your car. you'll be herein like 10 minutes. got a present for you. tommy, we -- we just got backfrom church.

you don't even understand,frankie. you are missin' all the fun. i think i, uh,i-i got as much fun as i can handle here,right, toni? all right, bye. â™ª ma-a-a-a-a-a-a-n â™ª [ cheers and applause continue ] crewe: all right. did i not say the starswere in alignment?

three #1s in a row. well, you are always right,crewe. you're always right. there's that. yeah, where's tommy and nicky?get them in here. frankie:hey, come on in. tommy:over here. he's got golden ears,he's blind as a bat. come on.three #1s! come on.who's the best fuckin' team?

come on, frankie. unh! well, maybe we should makean investment. in what? in art? mnh-mnh. in us. what do you mean? well, you got the voice.i got the songs. yeah, so?

so, we make a partnership. i give you halfof everything i write and you give me halfof everything you record outside the group. why would i recordoutside the group? things happen. yeah,what about tommy and nick? i mean, nicky's really the onegot me singin', and tommy, i mean, we wouldn'tbe here if it weren't for him.

it won't cut into their share.i'd never do that. well, we gotta tell them. yeah, of course. hey, if things work out, think we could talkabout a saxophone? if things work out, we can talk abouta whole horn section. okay, i'm in. i'll have somebodydraw up a contract.

what, you mean like sign a pieceof paper from a lawyer? [ chuckling ] yeah. hey, you want to dothis thing? yeah, but we gotta get somethingon paper. so we do it. you want a contract?here. a jersey contract. [ the angels'"my boyfriend's back" plays ] â™ª he went away â™ª

â™ª and you hung aroundand bothered me every night â™ª â™ª when i wouldn't go outwith you, â™ª â™ª you said thingsthat weren't very nice â™ª â™ª my boyfriend's back andyou're gonna be in trouble â™ª â™ª hey-la, hey-la,my boyfriend's back â™ª â™ª when you see him coming,better cut out on the double â™ª â™ª you been spreading liesthat i was untrue â™ª â™ª so look out now'cause he's comin' after you â™ª i like the oneon the right.

no, no. no dibs. share and share alike. â™ª now you're gonnaget a beatin' â™ª â™ª what made you thinkhe'd believe all your lies? â™ª â™ª awoop â™ª hey, tommy, you put the 10 grandback in the tax account? come on, nicky.get off my back, all right? â™ª wait and see â™ª well, it's adding up,

plus the $3,500 you droppedat the track last saturday. all right.what are you, a ledger? huh? forget it. all right, from now on,there's a new arrangement. frankie rides with me,you ride with the genius. that's kinda up to frankie,isn't it? stick to what you know,nicky. yeah,isn't it up to bobby, too? huh? i mean, the two of them,they're always together.

they're like a pair of, um,what do you call them? chinese twins. try not to say anythingfor the rest of the day, all right, sweetheart? â™ª my boyfriend's back now â™ª â™ª i can see him coming,so you better keep running â™ª everybody hasa girlfriend, honey. everybody. well,i don't understand then.

why did you get marriedin the first place? are you kiddin'?family is everything. well, that makes sense. this looks like the place. okay, bobby,i'll call you. yep. get your stuff? i got it. have a good one.

take it easy. you show upfor a couple of days and you thinkthat makes you a father? at least when i'm here,i'm here. not stoned out of my mind. you think the kids don't knowwhat you're doing? you wanna switch places?anytime. there's the kitchen,there's the washing machine. okay, you go out on the road.we'll live off of what you make!

no, thanks. i wouldn't wannacramp your style. listen,the road is the road. i'm out there bustin' my humpto provide for this family. there are some things that arenone of your business! bullshit! your family's out there. you think i don't knowwhat goes on? [ ring clatters ] give it to oneof your "special friends."

go tour outer spacefor all i care. you'll still bewhat you always were -- a dumb wop from jersey who never even graduatedhigh school. [ pretentious voice ]mr. vally with a "y." [ normal voice ]give me a fucking break. pick that up. is mommy very sick? well, sometimes she drinks a lotof medicine,

and then goes to sleepon the couch. medicine, huh?hmm. well, you know, francine... sometimes, that, uh, that medicinemakes mommy really tired. daddy, do you love me? of course i love you. but do you like me? do i like you?

are you crazy?yes, i like you. i like you more than the starsand the moon and the sun and everythingall thrown in together, okay? will you go to sleep now? sing me. â™ª my eyes adored you â™ª â™ª though i never laid a handon you â™ª â™ª like a million milesaway from me â™ª â™ª you couldn't seehow i adored you â™ª

â™ª so close â™ª â™ª so close and yet so far â™ª â™ª headed for the city lights â™ª like this. cozy? â™ª work my fingersto the bone â™ª â™ª made myself a name â™ª â™ª funny, i seem to find â™ª â™ª that no matterhow the years unwind â™ª

â™ª still i reminisceabout the girl i miss â™ª â™ª and the love i left behind â™ª be good, okay? thanks, francine. â™ª though i never laida hand on you â™ª â™ª so closeand yet so fa-a-a-r â™ª it's a puppet who's a mousewith an accent. i don't get it either. now remember, you are notplaying to the house.

you're playingto the camera. don't move around too muchand don't look down. [ laughter in distance ] and smile. it's "ed sullivan,"not a funeral. one minute. norman:hey, frankie. you guys are fabulous. guys just keep getting betterand better.

is tommy around? who wants to know? norman waxman, frankie. a friend of tommy's. listen,what's this about? money. listen, mister -- waxman. norman waxman.

you got business with us,you talk to our attorney. now if you'll excuse me. no, no, no. you got a little successnow, right? you got the records,the tv, the personal appearances. we're all very proudof you. excuse me,you can't be here. tommy's put mein this awkward position.

i've stalled my peopleas long as i can, but he's in too deep. they want their money now. before something unfortunatehappens to one of youse and it allgoes up in smoke. this is bullshit. how much does tommy owe you? 150 large. $150,000.

jesus. hey. you think i wasn'tgonna make it? hey, norman. what's up? you're on. the guy said we had five. bob:well, we're on now. for all of the youngsters in the country, the four seasons.

so let's have a pleasant intro for them. [ intro to "working my wayback to you" plays ] â™ª i've been workin' my wayback to you, babe â™ª â™ª with a burning love inside â™ª â™ª yeah, i'm workin' my wayback to you, babe â™ª â™ª and the happiness that died â™ª â™ª i let it get away â™ª â™ª paying every day â™ª â™ª do, do, do, do, do, do â™ª

bob will tell youit was all smooth sailing right up until we hitthe iceberg with tommyand the $150,000. that's bob. he's always looking so farinto the future, he never saw what was going onunder his nose. fact is, the trouble didn'tstart at the "sullivan show." it started long before that. â™ª oh, for every dayi made you cry... â™ª

â™ª ooh, dawn â™ª â™ª go away backwhere you belong â™ª â™ª girl, we can't â™ª [ cow moos ] â™ª change the placeswhere we were born â™ª â™ª before you say â™ª â™ª you say â™ª â™ª that you want me â™ª â™ª i want you to think â™ª

â™ª what your family would say â™ª â™ª think â™ª â™ª what you're throwin' away â™ª â™ª now think what the futurewould be â™ª â™ª with a poor boylike me-e-e-e â™ª â™ª me-e-e-e â™ª â™ª dawn â™ª â™ª go away,i'm no good for you â™ª â™ª dawn, go away â™ª

we'll see you again next year.wonderful time. great show, fellas! thank you very much. welcome to cleveland. you're under arrest. for what? defraudingan innkeeper. you fellas played herelast year? you stayat a holiday inn?

i don't remember. well, they do. and you skippedwithout paying the bill. you owethe holiday inn $120. tommy,for cryin' out loud -- a minor oversight. i could take care of thatright now. got to take that upwith the judge. come on, officer.

can't we dealwith this privately? you wouldn't be offering mea bribe, would you? [ cell door slams, keys jingle ] all right, all right,all right. my friend, my friend,my friend. every man is lookingfor a queen, right? where is she? oh! with another man. what are you gonna do?it happens, right?

we're all winners here. that's $40 you owe me.hey, nicky. you remember when we couldn'tget arrested? bob: when was that?when you were 3? all right, calm down,genius, huh? relax, it's not the endof the world. we'll be out of herein a couple of days. this may come as a big shockto you, tommy, but i don't havea police record.

oh, no? well, it's nevertoo late to start, right? hey.hey, who knows? maybe you guys come upwith a hit song out of it. right, frankie, huh? â™ª oh, me, oh, me â™ª â™ª oh, my-o â™ª [ as frankie ]â™ª did some time in old ohio â™ª tommy, can it. oh, come on. calm your frienddown, all right?

he's about to shithis pants. i'm not gonna calm down. i'm in a jail cellwith a... [ breathes heavily ] ...person. [ excited chatter ] woman: over here! tommy: hey.thank you very much. you have a very nice jail.

bob never forgave tommyfor that weekend. me, i let it slide. 'cause the group comes first. we're all in this together,right? could you sign thisfor me? yo, beautiful.right. of course, of course. we love ohio. we shouldn't be drawing downon this account, tommy.

we gotta set something asidefor uncle sam. lou, this is november.april's what? nine months away? six, actually. all right, and that's whyyou're the accountant. yes. and that's why i thinkit's important -- all right, don't think.i'm the client. $20,000, bellevue apartments,i.n.c. what's gava? it's a fruit,like your brother.

bobby and frankie'spartnership. what partnership? they got some kindof cockamamie partnership. about what? frankie sings,bobby writes. some kind of split. you knew about this? so, when were yougonna tell me? all right, don't makea braciola, huh?

doesn't cutinto your share. i don't know, tommy.a group is a group. it's not two guyswith a side deal. and i agree with you. you think it's gonna workwith those two egos? you know, i think i should startmy own group. aw, come on.you're not starting anything. why not? 'cause you got to wake upbefore noon

to start your own group. lou, you're a gentleman. so i let that slide, too. i mean, we were doing good. concerts, club dates,cover of cashbox. six more weeks at #1covered a lot of sins. until we hit detroit. this reporter comes to doa feature on us, and frankie falls hard.

so, uh...tell me a little bitabout where you grew up. i'm from, uh,belleville, new jersey. right outside of newark. here, look. got some, uh, pictures here. that's my mother. best meatball sandwichesin all of america. 5'2",but don't mess with her.

she really wanted meout of that neighborhood. of course, she's still rightthere in the same projects, but, uh,i can't get her out. she doesn't wantto leave her friends. tell her, "ma,take them with you. i'll move them all."she still says no. send her cash,it goes in the drawer. washing machine breaks down, she won't spend the moneyto fix it,

so she goesto the laundromat. tells everybodyshe's frankie valli's mother. now people thinki'm the kind of son that makes his mother goto a laundromat. so, what elseyou wanna know? then she interviewed tommy. thing about tommy is, is he was only used to dealingwith a certain class of woman, so when he went upagainst lorraine,

[ chuckling ]it was like no contest. tommy: so, what did frankie sayabout me? not really much.more about him and bobby. how the group never reallytook off till bobby came along. did he tell youthat i hired bobby? he said it was more likea group decision. oh, he said that, huh? did he tell youthat before i took him on, he was studying to bea hairdresser?

[ chuckling ] no. oh, yeah.the kid was lost. between you and me --and don't print this, because he doesn't want itout there -- i taught himeverything he knows. everything. but not everything i know. i even had to get him laidthe first time. gave hima little tutoring.

well,you tutored him very well. why don't we cut to the chasehere, lorraine? how do you mean, tommy? well, i can seeyou're a big girl. when you get tiredof high school, you let me know whenyou want to check outthe graduate course. he hit on you? only, like,with a sledgehammer. that son of a bitch!i'm gonna kill him!

frankie, it was funny. it's not funny.you don't do that. he's pathetic.just leave it alone. you don't do it!you don't! now i'm supposed to go onstagewith him? sing with him? make jokes?what is he, crazy? he might bejust a little stupid. did you everthink of that? he's not stupid.

tommy's not stupid.he's evil. did he put his handson you? no, of course not. this is bad. fuck! what is the matterwith you? hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.pick a card. pick a card. no? mr. big shot over here.

hey, everybody,that's frankie valli. he's freezing me out. i mean, what did i doso terrible, huh? take him off the street? put him in the group? hustle with himall these years. take him in like this, nicky. like this.make him a star. and now he won't even lookat me, like --

like tommy devito'sa fuckin' stain. give me a break.for what? for what, i ask you, huh?a piece of ass? for that? get the fuck outta here. [ exhales sharply ] i mean, is there an ounceof good that i did, huh? one ounce. hand me that, will you?

[ sighs ]there's no more towels. hand me the fuckin' towel,nicky. [ blows nose ] am i right or am i right? i want bobby to handle cashfrom now on. i want bobbyto handle the cash. all right,let me explain something. when i leave this group or they carry me out,

bob can handle whateveryou want bob to handle. while i'm in this group, he's not gonna handle a dime,you understand? not a fuckin' dime! get that throughyour fuckin' head. nick: maybe we should put itto a vote. what was that? maybe we should put itto a vote. a vote?

all right. i see.i see. now we got a democracy. all right.let's put it to a vote. should bob handle the money,yea or nay? huh? bob: hey, hey! well, that's my vote. anybody else? tommy. let it go. oh, looks likethe nays have it.

tommy won that one, but it was the beginningof the end. something just snapped, and after that, it was justa long, slow slide. â™ª ...every day â™ª until norm waxman showed upbackstage at the "sullivan show" and blew the lid off... â™ª until the day that i die â™ª ...we had no idea how deepin he was.

â™ª ...my way back to you, babe â™ª â™ª with a burnin' love inside â™ª â™ª i'll be workin' my wayback to you â™ª you'd think aftereverything that went down, frankie woulda cut tommy looseright then. that's what you think,you're not from jersey. hey, gyp.tommy's in a little trouble. how little? why isn't he standing heretalking to me?

'cause he can't sing"my mother's eyes" like i can. you take care of family,frankie. i like that. i'll see what i can do. we're hereto resolve a problem. we're all gentlemen. we will actin a civilized manner. salute. together: salute.

how much are wetalking about? as of noon today,including the vig, 162 large. what were you thinking,tommy? i don't know, gyp. it, uh...always felt like i was playing catch-upwith this guy. just crept up. i'm surprisedhe's still walking around. i'll be honest with you, gyp.we like their songs.

anybody else, he'd already bein the hospital. aw, come on.give me a break, huh? what are you gonna do, huh?you fuck. tommy, shut up. sick one of your goons on me? the man is trying to workwith you. hey, whose sideare you on? mine. yeah,of course you are.

i'm an asshole? you're an asshole. from day one, my friend. fuck you! fuck you, nicky. gentlemen, our friend mr. waxmanhas a legitimate point. excuse me. all due respect. he opened it up.

i'm gonna say something. i've been rooming with this guyon and off for, what is it, 10 years? this was not a walkin the park. this was a sentence. a 10-year sentence. the man isa personal nightmare. he wears the same underwearthree days running. he takes no pridein his appearance --

in the simple amenitiesof life. you want to talkabout towels? nicky, this isn't the timeto talk about -- the man cannot be in a hotelwithout using all the towels. i'm talkin' face towels,bath towels, the bath mat,the little wash cloths. like he's livin' alone.you need a towel? you know where it is?in a wet pile on the floor. nicky, please.

i come back to the roomone time, the man ispissing in the sink. i never pissed in the sink. right in the sink. right inthe fuckin' sink! get outta here. i say, "tommy,what's wrong with you? there's a toiletover there." he says,"this was closer." this is whati'm dealing with!

the man is not properlysocialized. frankie doesn't haveto deal with it. gaudio doesn't. i've had to deal with it. 10 years! okay, nick.thank you for sharing that. now, norman, we're gonna takea little walk, work things out. i want you boys to putyour heads together,

see what you cancome up with. and you. hey.stay out of my bathroom. [ man clears throat ] maybe gyp can talk some senseinto this guy. forget sense. got a couple of thingsi could... could work something out. what? pull a job? hey,he's gonna roll a 7-elevenlike the old days.

all right, nicky,shut your trap, all right, and drink your wine! decarlo's not runningthis group. i am. i don't even knowwhat we're doing here, beggin' gyp for help. you make me look likean asshole. all of youse. you do that allby yourself, tommy. fellas, can we please talkabout -- you know what'd be nice?

since i was herebefore any of you? a little respect. getting $162,000in the hole? you know something?at least i tried, huh? you think it's easyrunning the group? dealingwith the club owners, the managers,the record companies. everybody trying to fuck youfive ways from sunday. you don't carehow it gets done, nicky.

i took care of it!me! sit down. sit down! let's get it all out, right?crucify me, right? right, tommy. you don't give a shitabout the group. you never have. it's always been whatever it isyou got goin' on, and then there's the group. never want to rehearse,you drive nicky to drink,

put bob throughthe wringer. forget about trying to messwith my head, which you've donefrom day one. you don't knowwhat you're talking about. all right.be quiet for once in your life. you know,the shame of it is, tommy, you're not a bad musician if you give it a little time,but nah. you're too busyshooting your mouth off

or buying apartmentsto keep your girlfriends in. but no more. all that bullshit is over. this is how you talkto your friends? friends. right. not one christmas present. not one christmas card. not one time we go for a mealand you pick up the check. not one time you ask mehow my kids are doin',

how i'm doin'. god help me, tommy, part of me would really liketo see you hurt. hey! hey! no! come on! tommy! you talk to me that way?! disgraziato! come on! come on!come on! school kids.

leave that outside. ma che cafoni. davanti lui da broccolino, ma che vergogna. all right?here's how it's gonna go down. excuse me, mr. decarlo. the group.we've come to a decision. we have? we're gonna pay backevery penny tommy owes you. frankie, wait a minute.

let me handle this. it's a lousyfew hundred grand. got something going here. took a lot of workand a lot of years. so the group takes the debt. this is his problem.why do we take his debt? 'cause we're not gonnalet it come apart. is that good enough,tommy? 'cause frankie's singingwas never good enough,

his ideaswere never good enough. nothing he ever didwas good enough. bobby, lay off. the kid who was never goodenough is bailing you out. so is that good enough? it's a little more complicatedthan that. my people are very angry. they want a message sent. what message?

you're movin'to las vegas. your health. we're gonna keepan eye on you. we see you outside of nevada,it gets ugly. no way. no way.not nevada. better throw mein the river. your choice. wait a minute.for how long? till it's paid off.

but we're in the middleof a tour. best i could do. but what happensto the group? i'll tell you what happensto the group. nothin'.you know why? 'cause it's still on paperthat i own 25%. so suck on that. i got a better idea.a clean break. we buy him out.

what? what? no, no, no, no. you don't buy me out. i buy you out. with what, tommy? all right. fine.buy me out. it's over anyway. how many more hits you thinkyou're gonna write? all right, wait a minute,wait a minute.

anything elsewe don't know about? i maybe borrowed a littlefrom the tax account. how much? half a mil.in that neighborhood. oof. all right,we're gonna take that too. frankie, what are you--? i said let me handle it. the loan, the taxes...

we take it all. that's it, then. norm. tommy. excuse us. hey, frankie.frankie. it's that bad, uh? frankie, you are digging a million-dollar holefor yourself. tommy took meoff the streets, gyp.

what's that worth? you'll be on the roadtill you're 90. you want,i could arrange a loan. yeah, thanks, mr. decarlo, but i don't want anybodyinvolved in our future besides me and frankie. hey, i justrealized somethin'. i don't wanna bein this group anymore. frankie:not now, nicky.

no, forget that.i wanna go home. what're you talkin' about? i wanna go home. okay, good idea. after the tour,we all take a break. no. now. i quit. you can't quit. ah, i got his attention.hi, bob. nicky, nicky, we'rein the middle of a tour.

yeah. you know,i always hated the touring. fuckin' hotels.those tiny little bars of soap. you're supposed to washwith that soap? you can't even see it. hey, nicky.y-you're talkin' crazy. now calm downand we'll figure it out. i already figured it out. i'll make it real easyfor you. i don't want any money.i don't want any side deals.

all i want is out. well, you're rightabout the soap. [ chuckling ]nicky, nicky -- nick-- nicky! we're in the middleof a damn tour! are you crazy?! gyp: nicky, wait. wait up. let me understand.

you put in all this time,you have all these hits, and yet,you're gonna just walk away? that is crazy. me and the wife hada little trouble last year, so you know what i did? i put the kidswith my parents. and then i told them,my own kids, i made up this thingwhere i told them i was really their uncle.uncle nick.

so i could screw around,you know. do what i wanted. i figured if i wasn't hometo put them to bed and stuff, they wouldn't feel deprivedof a father. i don't knowwhat to say, nick. all due respect,mr. decarlo, you sella hundred million records, see how you handle it. frankie and bob,they're gonna take this hard.

i'm not worried. those guys,with all their talent, they'll never evenknow i'm gone. [ engine turns over ] you want me to go out thereby myself? are you nuts? look, there's a lotta greatbackup guys out there, right? there's joe long,charlie calello. we find two moreand put you in front. get a great drummer.

a horn sectionlike we talked about. like basieand the kenton band. yeah?what do you do? write and produce. i don't like it. 'cause you're crappin' outon me. i thoughtwe had a handshake. we do. i wake up in the middleof the night,

i don't know where i am. i think,"what the hell happened? what's gonna happen?everybody leaves." why does everybody leave? â™ª ...stay just a little bit longer â™ª this is your time. how do you do that? get me to agree to stuff. it's a gift.

[ "opus 17 (don't you worry'bout me)" plays ] â™ª i can seethere ain't no room for me â™ª â™ª you're only holding outyour heart in sympathy â™ª frankie: so while bob's at homewith his family, i'm on the road200 nights a year, doin' anything i can dig up: nightclubs, hotels,private parties, anything. â™ª i'll be blue,and i'll be crying, too â™ª â™ª but, girl, you know i onlywant what's best for you â™ª

â™ª what good is all my prideif our true love has died? â™ª â™ª go on and be his brideand don't you worry 'bout me â™ª â™ª i'll be strong,i'll try to carry on â™ª â™ª although you know it won't beeasy when you're gone â™ª â™ª i'll always think of you,the tender love we knew â™ª â™ª but somehow i'll get through,so don't you worry 'bout me â™ª â™ª sweetie pie,before you say goodbye â™ª â™ª remember if he everleaves you high and dry â™ª â™ª don't cry alone in pain,don't ever be ashamed â™ª

â™ª if you want me again,just don't you worry 'bout me â™ª â™ª i love you,no matter what you do â™ª â™ª i'll spend my whole lifewaiting if you want me to â™ª â™ª and if this is goodbye,you know i'd rather die â™ª â™ª than let you see me cry â™ª â™ª 'cause thenyou'd worry 'bout me â™ª [ telephone rings ] yeah, you and me both, pal. clerk: mr. valli.

you got a collect callfrom new jersey. okay, where is she? you tell me.she's your daughter too. can we work together on thisor make it into a contest? she never knowsif you'll visit, and when you do,it's always last-minute. i'm an entertainer, remember?things get moved around! she doesn't need an entertainer!she needs a father! how about a mother?! why don'tyou pull yourself together!

hello? can i talk to mommy? francine.where are you, sweetheart? your mother and iare worried sick. i'm in the city, okay?don't have a cow. sweetheart,you can't just disappear off the face of the earthfor two days. you gotta leave a noteor somethin'. don't yell at me, daddy.

i just took a planehalfway across the country. you've d--you got money for a cab? just get in a caband come home. so now you're gonna be a fatherall of a sudden? it's two lousy days,daddy. you disappearfor months at a time. that's different,francine. i know, i know.you're working. you're slaving away on the roadso you can give us a good life.

you know, i-i've heard ita billion times. give me a break! can i talk to mom? don't talk to me like that,francine. i'm your father. [ click ] francine? [ dial tone ] good job, dad. â™ª if you hate meafter what i say â™ª

â™ª can't put it off any longer â™ª â™ª ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh â™ª â™ª ooh, ooh, ooh â™ª â™ª i just gotta tell you anyway â™ª your father,he'd like to see you. oh, can i help you? who the hellare you? get lostbefore i snap your neck. it's okay.i-i'll call you.

â™ª you're the one girl in towni'd marry â™ª â™ª girl, i'd marry nowif i were free â™ª â™ª i wish it could be â™ª thanks, johnny. anytime, frankie. sit down, francine. [ door opens, bells jingle ] how'd you find me? i got friendswho have friends on the street.

you meanyour friends in the mob? you want somethin'? coke. can we get a cokeover here? waitress: sure. [ soda fountain clicks, fizzes ] listen, francine. i made some mistakes. i wasn't around enough.

your mother... we both know about her. i shoulda stepped in,but, uh... it's hard to balancethe home and the work. maybe someday,you'll have a family and you'll understand that. hey. all right.gimme that. you wanna be a singer,first thing is you stop that. you could bea great singer.

you got my chops,you got your mother's beauty. you could haveeverything you want. but you gottaget it together. what's wrong with you? runnin' around like this? look,i know how hard it is. you got somethin'you wanna share with the world and nobody gives a shit. but thenthings turn around.

you have to have patience,and you gotta keep workin'. we're gonnaturn things around. i'm gonna help you. i'm gonna get youin singing lessons. you're gonna start eating right,you're gonna start exercising. and i set it up with bob crewe,he's gonna record you a demo. four songs. all you. we're gonna get outof this nightmare. you can do this.

this is what you want,right? i believe in you. i'm gladyou're here with me. you know, it's funny, back in the day,we almost left crewe because he wouldn'trecord us a demo. four songs. and now he's doin' itfor francine. i swear, that kid,she was goin' under.

you know what it's likeout there with the kidsand the drugs. and her mother, you thinkit's about the kid? nah. it's all aboutwho's winning, who's wrong, who's right,who screwed up. i mean, this woman --people turn into something. i can't do this. this isa small apartment. there's not enough roomfor your whole family.

all right, can you stop thatfor a minute? what's the point? i mean, i gotta be outta townfor the next week and then i come backand you're on the road. i don't see youfor six more weeks. look, i'm workin'.it's not a vacation. and it goes on and on,and nothing changes. i need these dates.i got a million-dollarhole i gotta get out of. that you dug for yourself.

he was screwin' things up.we had to get him out. so don't talk about thingsyou don't know about. he used you.he ridiculed you. he did everything he couldto destroy the group. and you take his debts? he couldn't help himself! oh, my god. saint francis,is that it? kind to animals?

you know, i thought if you couldget out of the neighborhood maybe we'd have a shot. but you're nevergonna get out, are you? [ latches click ] what if we got married? you and tommy? i don't thinkthat's legal in nevada. you don't give an inch,do you? i'm never gonna befirst in line. i'm always gonna bestanding

behind tommy and bobbyand nicky and joey. look, i gotta go. go tomorrow. come to boston.we'll spend the weekend. i can't.i got things. yeah, i know.family and work. and what's left, frankie? don't do this.not now. so we can have a drink?

go around one more time? i'm sorry, sweetheart. i gotta get offthe merry-go-round. it's no fun anymore. $14,900, $14,950, $15,000. okay, we're good. everybody's whole now,right? frankie, you knowit was nothin' personal. norm...say goodbye.

take care, gentlemen. i told you, if you do the work,everything follows. heh. long life. [ glasses clink ] ah, it's my daughterfrancine. she calls every, uh, fridayat ten. that's good, frankie. she's playing victoria'sin plainfield.

francine, just a second, okay?just a -- just a minute. bob: mm. okay. call me later. thanks again. right. francine, you'll never guesswho was just here. man:is this francis valli? you're the fatherof francine valli? yes,this is her father.

this is the new yorkpolice department. i-is something wrong?is she all right? i regret to inform you that your daughter,francine castelluccio... priest: he will be our guide,even unto death. â™ª though i neverlaid a hand on you â™ª hear this, all ye people, give ear, all ye inhabitantsof this world.

for this is our god,forever and ever. [ priest continuesindistinctly ] â™ª headed for city lights â™ª â™ª climbed the ladderup to fortune and fame â™ª â™ª worked my fingersto the bone â™ª â™ª still i reminisce'bout the girl i miss â™ª [ knocks on window ] get you a plaqueon this booth. never better.

[ sighing ] yeah. i got somethin'i think belongs to you. [ clears throat ] o-open it. crewe and igot together. [ scoffs ] bob,i just buried a child. you want meto sing a love song? you gotta climb outta this,frankie. it'll kill you.

she had a bigger range than me.did you know that? and in here, she had it. what was i supposed to do,put her on a leash? chain her to the bed? they grow up,they go out, and some 'stu cazzo witha bottle of pills is waitin' and it's over. don't blame yourself. who, then?

all right, look. do me a favor. just take it home.look at it. there's somethin'not quite right in the release. maybe you'll have an idea. bob, i don't know. just...look at it. wear this, would you? we don't need youcatchin' pneumonia too.

you know, the problem is y-y-you're modulating upafter the bridge, and i don't thinkyou should. y-you listening? [ laughing ]yeah. go ahead. yeah, you know, uh,your music and, uh, crewe's lyric,it's -- th-they're workin'really well together. i-i -- you know,you goose it up too much,

i-i don't know,it gets cheesy. uh, d-- maybe a few noteshere and there. well, uh -- why don't you come over tomorrowand we'll talk about it. check my schedule. good idea. [ receiver clicks in cradle ] okay, people, take five. five-minute break.

i'm gonna take a break. look, i sprung for the session.what else do you want from me? release the song. i don't knowwhat to do with it. it's too hard for pop,it's too soft for rock. but, al, look,it's a new kind of song. come on. you're the presidentof a record company. do the right thing.find the next thing. bobby, what are youbustin' my chops?

you drag me down here to hearsome kinda fucking art song that's never gonna getany airplay. okay, listen to me,listen to me. frankie's going through hellright now. and we've made youa lot of money. so come on.do the right thing. because deep down,very, very, very deep down, i know that you area decent human being. i'll be candid with you,my friend.

frankie's okay.he's no neil sedaka. all right, then i want outof our contract. and i'm taking you to courtto get back our masters. you don't havethe balls. try me. call me...sentimental. here's the deal: you getsome stations to play it, i'll releasethe damn song. they say no, you takeyour little work of art

and you stick itwhere the sun don't shine. thank you, al,you're a class act. it's very nice.say hi to the kids. okay, folks, we're back. mm,so how did that go? good. very good.[ sighs ] noise. uh, so where do youwanna break the song? detroit.the roostertail. detroit. that's wjr.

i know that guy.uh, marty something. mr. first nighter. 300 pounds.disgusting. so we get him in there, we lay on the food,we lay on the booze, we give himthe full treatment. the guy's a moron,but he's not stupid. once he hears the crowd,you'll get your airplay. that's just detroit.

let me finish.so we follow up. philly, boston,chicago, san francisco. [ snaps fingers ]you start a little movement. people start talking.they talk more. it's a chain reaction. "where did you findthat song?" stations start getting calls. "we wanna hear that song." "where is that song?"

"what is wrong with you people?" okay, everybody. "play the fucking song already!" [ gasps ] [ "can't take my eyes off you"plays slowly ] â™ª you're just too goodto be true â™ª â™ª can't take my eyes off you â™ª â™ª you'd be like heavento touch â™ª â™ª i wanna hold you so much â™ª

â™ª at long last,love has arrived â™ª â™ª and i thank god i'm alive â™ª [ tempo quickens ] â™ª pardon the way that i stare â™ª â™ª there's nothing elseto compare â™ª â™ª the sight of youleaves me weak â™ª â™ª there are no wordsleft to speak â™ª â™ª but if you feel like i feel â™ª â™ª please let me knowthat it's real â™ª

[ horn section plays ] â™ª i love you, baby,and if it's quite all right â™ª â™ª i need you, baby,to warm the lonely night â™ª â™ª i love you, baby â™ª â™ª trust in me when i say â™ª â™ª oh, pretty baby,don't bring me down, i pray â™ª â™ª oh, pretty baby,now that i've found you, stay â™ª â™ª and let me love you, baby â™ª â™ª let me love you â™ª

â™ª and if it's quite all right â™ª [ band stops ] â™ª you're just too goodto be tru-u-u-u-u-e â™ª [ band plays coda ] [ "december, 1963(oh, what a night)" plays ] â™ª oh, what a night â™ª â™ª late december, back in '63 â™ª â™ª what a very special timefor me â™ª â™ª as i remember, what a night â™ª

[ fans screaming,camera shutters clicking ] â™ª you know,i didn't even know her name â™ª â™ª but i was nevergonna be the same â™ª wow. nothing's changedexcept frankie, right? woman:hey, frankie! frankie! hey, hey,so -- so -- so you -- so you guys haven'tsung together in how long? 12 years.

uh, 25 years. since 1912. now t-that you sing your songsnow, what's different? what's changed? the keys. the keys? [ laughs ] they're a little lower. not for you,but for us, huh? are the songs tougher,more meaning, different meaning?

you know,this is the first time we've sung together tonightin a long time, so we'll find outtonight. good to know. thanks, guys.appreciate it. okay. thank you. man: hey, there's tommy. there's tommy. bob: hello, sir. good to see you.

bobby,good to see you. machoch. so i haven't seen these guysin ages. good to see you,frankie. how's life, tommy? i can't complain. all right.all right, tommy. aww! let's go inside.

crewe:it's been over 20 years since these guys have appearedon the same stage together. and what better stagefor a reunion than this one? ladies and gentlemen,please welcome my old friendsand brand-new hall of famers: the original four seasons! â™ª ahhhhhhh â™ª â™ª ahh, ahh, ahh, ahhhhhhhh â™ª â™ª rag doll, ooh â™ª

â™ª i love youjust the way you are â™ª â™ª hand-me-down â™ª â™ª when she was just a kid â™ª â™ª her clotheswere hand-me-downs â™ª â™ª they always laughed at her â™ª â™ª when she came into town â™ª you know what i do now? i work for joe pesci. little joey fishes.same kid i used to smack around.

couple of months ago we're drivin'through the old neighborhood. he says, "hey, tommy, how do youremember yourself back then?" i says, "i thinki was a pretty stand-up guy." he says,"i gotta be honest with you. "you were a total prick. "nobody wouldaput up with your shit except we all needed somethin'." everybody remembers itthe way they need to, right?

people always askthe same question: "why'd you do it, nicky?why'd you walk away?" well, let me clear that up. it wasn't the side deal.it wasn't the touring. it wasn't the bad foodor roomin' with tommy. it just came outta my mouth. once i said it,i knew it was what i wanted. i wanted to go home. they ask you,what was the high point?

hall of fame?sellin' all those records? pullin' "sherry" out of the hat? it was all great. but four guysunder a streetlamp... when it was allstill ahead of us... first time we made that sound... our sound... when everything dropped away and all there waswas the music...

...that was the best. i'm not drawnto the old neighborhood, my life never revolvedaround the old neighborhood, i don't give a fuckabout the old neighborhood. i'm fromwherever i happen to be. and these days,that's nashville, tennessee. just me, my beautiful wife,and a good cigar. quiet and peacefulin the knowledge that none of thiscould have happened...

without me. by the way,you're ever in vegas, go to any casino,say the name tommy devito. my hand to god... you'll be outta therein about 12 seconds. all right,i'll be honest with you. it coulda been an ego thing.everybody wants to be up front. but if there's four guys,and you're ringo...? better i shouldspend some time with my kids.

like that bunny on tvwith the battery, i just keep goin'and goin' and goin'. chasin' the music. tryin' to get home. [ "rag doll" continues ] [ "who loves you" plays ] â™ª who loves you, pretty baby? â™ª â™ª who's gonna help youthrough the night? â™ª â™ª who loves you, pretty mama? â™ª

â™ª who's always thereto make it right? â™ª â™ª who loves you? â™ª â™ª who's gonna love you,love you? â™ª â™ª who's gonna love you, mama? â™ª â™ª ah-ah, ah-ah â™ª â™ª ah, ahhhhhhhhh â™ª [ fingers snapping ] â™ª she-e-e-e-rry, ba-a-by â™ª hey!

you owe me 5 bucks. â™ª what a lady, what a -- â™ª â™ª oh, i â™ª â™ª i got a funny feelingwhen she walked in the room â™ª â™ª yeah, and i â™ª â™ª as i recall,it ended much too soon â™ª you look marvelous. â™ª why'd it take so longto see the light? â™ª â™ª seemed so wrong,but now it seems so right â™ª

â™ª sweet surrender,what a night â™ª â™ª i felt a rushlike a rolling bolt of thunder â™ª â™ª spinning my head aroundand taking my body under â™ª â™ª he-e-e-e-e-e-y â™ª â™ª do do do do do, do do do â™ª [ "sherry" plays ] â™ª why don't youcome out â™ª â™ª sherry, sherry, baby â™ª [ "rag doll" plays ]

â™ª oooooooh â™ª â™ª ooh-ooh-ooh ooooooooh â™ª â™ª ooh ooh ooh â™ª â™ª ooh ooh ooh ooh oohooh ooh ooooooooh â™ª â™ª called her "rag doll" â™ª â™ª little rag doll â™ª â™ª such a pretty face â™ª â™ª should be dressed in lace â™ª â™ª sad rag doll â™ª

â™ª i'd change her sad rags â™ª â™ª into glad rags if i could â™ª â™ª if i could â™ª â™ª my folks won't let me â™ª â™ª 'cause they saythat she's no good â™ª â™ª she's a rag doll â™ª â™ª such a rag doll â™ª â™ª though i love her so â™ª â™ª i can't let her know â™ª

â™ª oh, ahhhhhhhhhhhh â™ª â™ª ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh â™ª

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