Jersey Boys (2014) - full transcript

You wanna hear the real story?

I'm the one you wanna
talk to: Tommy DeVito.

Wasn't for me, we
would have wound up

in the trunk with a
bullet in our head.

There's even a street
named after me.

Of course, it don't come easy.

You got to have talent
and skill and vision.

And luck.

♪ Just like a wandering sparrow ♪

♪ One lonely soul ♪

♪ I'd walk the
straight and narrow ♪



♪ To reach my goal ♪

Frankie. Where's my single?

Coming up, Mr DeCarlo.

Vito, when are you gonna give
my boy here his own chair?

Ah, he's not ready yet, Gyp.

Here you go.

Frankie, you wanna
give 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 you, Frankie?

No, Mr DeCarlo.



Lot of people would like to?

Get nice and close.

Hello.

Party time.

- Dio mio.
- Shit.

- What?
- No, no, no.

It's nothing.

Can you hand me the witch hazel?

Well, I'm sorry.

It's a nick.

I'm sorry, Mr DeCarlo.

Maybe you should
phone ahead, 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 blood
between friends?

- I'm sorry, Mr DeCarlo.
- It's all right.

Gyp DeCarlo.

Sure, they had elections.
But you wanted

something done or
undone in Jersey...

Gyp was the man.

And I got to say, I had a
special relationship with him.

Tommy. You pick up
my dry cleaning?

Sure thing, Gyp. It's
already at your house.

Okay. Drop Frankie.
Then take me home.

Right away.

You doing your exercises?

Yeah.

A voice like yours,
it's a gift from God.

The world is gonna hear
that voice. You understand?

Sure, Mr DeCarlo. It's just...

What?

I don't know. I just wish
things would start to happen.

Impatient, huh?

Don't worry. You work
hard, everything follows.

Am I right, Tommy?

Bigger than Sinatra,
Gyp. My hand to God.

There were three ways out
of the neighbourhood:

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. Yeah.

You know what I don't understand?

I don't understand
the infatuation...

with these mamaluke bums.

Because that's what
they are, Frankie.

You hang out with them, you
either end up dead or in jail.

She's right, huh? Just
listen. Learn something.

I got to go.

- Finish your dinner.
- I finished.

I didn't want anybody
to get up. Hello.

- Hey, Tom.
- Mrs Castelluccio.

- You hungry?
- I'm fine. Thank you.

- Where you going?
- We got rehearsal.

We got a rehearsal
for this Friday.

It's a dance at the high school.

You better not be
drinking or using drugs.

Him? Forget it. He's an angel.

Sounds like one too. Who does he
get that from, you or your wife?

- Not me.
- Not you?

What's that?

- Please.
- What?

You keep an eye on Frankie.

I'll never let anything happen
to Frankie. My hand to God.

For later. Frankie non mang.

Gimme a kiss.

- The two of you. Be careful.
- Meatballs. Mama.

- I want you home 11:00.
- Come here. I love you.

- No later.
- Yeah, good night.

Okay, be careful you two, please.

Yeah.

Eleven o'clock, Frank.

Good night.

All right, Frankie. You look,
you listen. You understand?

What's the high sign?

"Silhouettes."

All right. Come on.

All right, don't screw this up.
Understand? It's for real.

Real casual-like.

Come on, come on, go. Push.
Push the fucking thing.

I am pushing the fucking thing.

♪ Took a walk and
passed your house ♪

♪ Late last night ♪

♪ From within, a dim light cast ♪

Hey, Frankie.

Hey, Officer Mike. How you doing?

What's with the concert?

Oh, it's...

Good acoustics, so the sound
bounces off the wall there.

Aren't you supposed
to be home by 11?

You want the truth?

It's my girl. She lives
there. I'm wooing her.

- Wooing, huh?
- Yeah.

Making love with music.

♪ Silhouettes Silhouettes ♪

♪ Silhouettes ♪

♪ Silhouettes Silhouettes ♪

♪ Silhouettes ♪

Hey. Down there. Shut the hell
up. We're trying to sleep.

Her mother don't like me.

Okay, nice try. Why
don't you get out

of here before I
got to run you in?

Yeah, sure, Mikey.

Sorry for the disturbance.

Watch my... Come on.

- Okay, come on.
- Slow, slow.

You couldn't open it inside,
how you gonna open it at home?

- We can't open up...
- Shut up and push.

- Get in, get in.
- Come on.

Fuck. Your mother's ass.

Come on. Go, go, go.

Come on. Frankie, step
on the fucking gas.

Shit. Oh, shit.

- What are you doing?
- Frankie.

Straighten it out. Frankie,
what are you doing? Frankie.

- I can't.
- Stop the fucking car.

- Frankie.
- Jackass.

Oh, man.

Holy shit.

Come on, come on, let's go.

You all right?

Come on.

♪ Darling, my
darling, my darling ♪

♪ Wait, wait ♪

♪ Darling, my
darling, my darling ♪

♪ Wait, wait ♪

♪ I love you ♪

♪ Darling, my
darling, my darling ♪

♪ I truly, truly love you ♪

♪ Darling, my
darling, my darling ♪

♪ And I've been thinking of you ♪

♪ Darling, my
darling, my darling ♪

♪ You're the apple of my eye ♪

♪ You're the apple of my eye ♪

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 doing?

And on bass guitar,
we got Nick Massi.

And now...

right here on our stage.

Before I bring out the Vienna
Boys Choir and Topo Gigio...

I would love to introduce you
to a new discovery of mine:

Little Frankie Castelluccio.

Frankie, get on up here.
Come on, don't be shy.

You want your shot? Fucking sing.

Come on.

♪ I can't give you
anything but love, baby ♪

♪ That's the only thing
I've plenty of ♪

- He's cute.
- He is, really.

♪ Baby ♪

♪ Dream a while scheme a while ♪

♪ We're sure to find ♪

♪ Happiness ♪

♪ And I guess ♪

♪ All those things you've
always pined for ♪

♪ Gee, I'd like to see
you looking swell ♪

♪ Baby ♪

♪ Diamond bracelets Woolworth
doesn't sell Baby ♪

♪ Till that lucky day ♪

♪ You know darned well, baby ♪

♪ I can't give you
anything but love ♪

♪ Anything but love ♪

He is so good.

Go ahead. Just say "good night."

Good night.

Thank you very much,
ladies and gentlemen.

Anybody seen my lighter?

Look who it is.

- What do you want?
- Hey, Frankie.

You sang good tonight.
It was good, not great.

They seemed to like it.

Yeah? Look what we got over here.
We got an audience expert.

- I'll tell you when they like it.
- I'm just saying.

Maybe you shouldn't say so
much and start listening, huh?

- Move, move.
- What?

You see the redhead
in the front row?

It's not under there.

I seen her clocking
you. You can get in.

- Nah. She was with somebody.
- Oh, yeah?

- So you take her for a spin.
- Like in what?

Taking her in the Plymouth.

- You gonna lend me your car?
- I might lend you the car.

Bullshit.

Just don't wrap yourself
around a tree. I

don't have to fill
out a lot of forms.

Look. He's chomping at the bit.

What's a matter with
you? Sit. There's

a couple things you
got to know first.

I don't have time for this shit.

There's two types of women.
There's Type A and Type B.

Type A: They're real
easy. They jump right

into bed with 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. You
got to wine them, dine them.

- Then what do they do?
- 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. You will.

- You want the car?
- Yeah.

Yeah? Look at him. He's going
for it. What do you wanna do?

Oh, Frankie. Oh, Frankie.

What's a matter? Come
on, you wanna fight?

You wanna go, big man
with the ladies?

- Come here. Let's go. Like this.
- Come on, Tommy.

Like this. Like this. He's
hooking. He's hooking.

What happened?

Don't do that. Don't hit me, man.

- Oh, there he is.
- Don't do that. Don't hit me.

He took a swing.

- All right. He's a slugger.
- Come on, man.

Let go of me.

Listen to me, all right?

Come on, little brother.

I ain't your little brother.

Frankie. Calm down.

This kid takes
everything so serious.

You want the car? Take the car.

Here. It's on me. Here.

You have the car. All
right? Enjoy yourself.

Enjoy the little porcelain
doll. All right?

So where you wanna go?

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

Mexico?

- Hey, Frankie.
- Hey, Officer Mike.

Detectives would like to
have a word with you.

That jog your memory?

You're underage. Hanging
around the jewellery store.

You give the officer some
bullshit about doing a Romeo act.

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

Tommy and his brother already
gave you up, numbnuts.

Yeah, bullshit.

All right, asshole.
Have it your way.

Come on.

How old are you?

16, Your Honour.

Your Honour, please, the kid
didn't know what he was doing.

I conned him into it.

I'm letting you off
with a warning.

I suggest you get yourself
a new set of friends.

If I see you back in my courtroom
again you're going away.

Now get out of here.

Frankie, sing good, huh?

Frankie. You're the devil.
You know that, Tommy?

Oh, holier than art thou.

Just stay away from my son. Okay?

You stay away from my son, Tommy.

Earth angel.

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

Breaking and entering,
possession of stolen property.

Possession of stolen property,
breaking and entering.

Possession of a forged document,
breaking and entering.

Illegal gaming."

That's quite a résumé.

Thank you, Your Honour.

So the kid's a singer?

He's a good singer.

And he's getting better every day.

Then he ought to be great by the
time you get out. Six months.

- Teach him.
- Yeah, okay.

And watch him. Anything happens to

Frankie, you got a
problem with me.

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

They got a revolving
door on this place.

Somebody from the
neighbourhood's always inside.

Welcome back, Tommy.

- You get a promotion?
- Yeah.

- How's life?
- Not too bad.

- Yourself?
- All right.

You're looking good.

Who's the new guy?

Nicky.

For God's sakes, I thought
we were going to the movies.

Relax, will you?

But I wanna see The Blob.

Two minutes. Sit down. Read
the Bible. Improve your mind.

Frankie, come on.

Nicky.

- Okay, you remember the words?
- Yeah, yeah.

Now don't push. A little
more from the inside.

♪ I want a ♪

♪ Sunday kind of love ♪

♪ A love to last past
Saturday night ♪

♪ I'm glad to know It's more
than love at first sight ♪

♪ I want a Sunday kind of love ♪

- ♪ I do my Sunday dreaming ♪
- ♪ I do my Sunday dreaming ♪

- ♪ And all my Sunday scheming ♪
- ♪ And all my Sunday scheming ♪

- ♪ Every minute ♪
- ♪ Every minute ♪

- ♪ Every hour ♪
- ♪ Every hour ♪

- ♪ Every day ♪
- ♪ Every day ♪

- ♪ I'm hoping to discover ♪
- ♪ I'm hoping to discover ♪

- ♪ A certain kind of lover ♪
- ♪ A certain kind of lover ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

There.

I told you it wasn't no vision.

Hey, Nicky. Frankie.

Hey, Stanley. Sister,
looking good.

What, you breaking into a church?

- You're on parole, for chrissake.
- Come on, Stanley.

- Gimme your hands.
- I guess this means good night.

At least I'll know where
your hands are gonna be.

Need some help there, Stanley?

You take him, you
got to take me too.

Aren't you supposed to be home?

Don't bend the suit.
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 out of here.

- Hey, easy.
- Come on. Out. Out.

Hey, princess.

Hey, Tommooch.

Machoch.

So as I'm getting out,
Nick is going in.

And the Variety Trio
is now a single.

Ain't got to be no
Einstein to see there

ain't no future for
me as a single.

So I make an executive decision.

I put Frankie in the band.

Hey, Greg. How are you?

♪ My arms need someone to enfold ♪

♪ To keep me warm when ♪

♪ Mondays are cold ♪

Come on. Let's get out of here.

Hey. Cool your coglioni.
I'm listening.

Look at that son of
a bitch over there.

Where?

That guy. The big guy.
Hitting on my girl.

That's not your girl.

She will be as soon
as she meets me.

That's Mary Delgado.
She'll eat you alive.

They'll send you
home in an envelope.

Come on, Tommy. I'm in love.

♪ I want a Sunday ♪

♪ Kind of love ♪

Thank you very much,
ladies and gentlemen.

We hope you enjoyed the evening.

Special night having
you here and drink up.

And then, get lost. We
got a second show at 10.

Come on. Can you introduce
me now, or what?

Do me a favour 'Stu cazzo in
the red tie? Get rid of him.

- Okay, friend. It's your bedtime.
- Who are you?

I'm Mother Goose.

Mary.

Hey, Tommooch.

Mr Subtle, huh?

And you didn't even bat 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
care about legal?

Hey, come here. Come on.

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 colour for you.

- You should always wear that.
- Thanks for the fashion tip.

So, what do you say
we get out of here?

So this is a pretty
nice place, huh?

Yeah.

They don't sell slices.
That's how you can tell.

- So that's your real name? Vally?
- No.

Castelluccio. Francis
Castelluccio.

Kind of long for a marquee.

That's why I changed
it. Vally. V-A-L-L-Y.

No.

- V-A-L-L-I.
- How come?

Because "Y" is a bullshit letter.

It doesn't know what it is. Is
it a vowel? Is it a consonant?

Never thought about it.

Plus which, you're Italian.
You got to end in a vowel.

Delgad-O. Castellucci-O.

Pizz-A.

Valli with an "I". It
says "This is who I

am. You don't like it,
go fuck yourself."

That's a very unusual fragrance.

I never smelt that before.
What do you call it?

Soap.

Tommy warned me about you.

Yeah? What'd he say?

- He 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, Nick...

- and this other guy, Nicky.
- So where were they?

They went away for a while.

What for?

They did some things.

With friends like that,
maybe you should

just change your name to Sinatra.

I'm gonna be as big as Sinatra.

Only if you stand on a chair.

Hey, why you got to say
that kind of stuff?

Look, first of all,
Sinatra wouldn't

be 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 see the big picture.

Yeah? So what do I do?

Come here.

You got a nickel?

Yeah.

Call your mother. You're
gonna be home late.

All right.

- Attaboy, Frankie.
- You look beautiful, Mary.

Quick and painless.
Quick and painless.

Mary had a couple of years on
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
shave while your wife

sits on the can and
clips her toenails.

Anyway, Frankie's married.

We're playing nights, Frankie's
cutting hair in the daytime.

And it's their anniversary, and he

decides to get Mary
some jewellery.

So he goes shopping, Jersey style.

I don't understand. Why can't this
guy bring stuff over the house?

He's a little nervous.

Your wife's gonna love
this shit, Frankie.

Couple of watches. Nice diamonds.

He got it out of
some house in Saddle

River. He had to smack
the broad around.

- But she'll live.
- Would you shut up?

He don't need to 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 Fairfield
if it was Bloomfield?

Maybe your brain is fucked up.
And don't call me an asshole.

Why? It's what you are. A piece
of shit fucking asshole.

- Hey, fellas, it's okay.
- You stay out of this.

Hey. Don't get out of 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 you
gonna do about it, asshole?

- What am I gonna do about it?
- Asshole.

- Yeah, yeah.
- How about this?

Holy shit.

What are you, crazy?

Now who's the asshole?

- Jeez, Donnie, my God.
- Get out. Get out.

Get out. I'll call you tomorrow.

Come on. I'll take
care of this. Go.

Go. Go. Frankie, go.

You should have seen his face. I
almost felt sorry for the kid.

Yeah, well, don't. We got
to lean on him. And hard.

We need that money, Donnie. Okay?

Asshole.

Get in the front.

What are you, deaf? Open it.

Put the plate down and
open it. Open it.

What if it's your wife?

Don't worry about it. Just
open the fucking door.

Tommy.

Tommy, something
terrible just happened.

Slow down.

So he shot somebody in your car...

and they charge you $20,000
to make it go away?

Twenty-five.

Sweetheart, gimme a kiss,
go powder your nose.

So 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. The cops are

gonna trace it. It's a murder rap.

Frankie, it's a scam.

What?

They fake a murder in your car,

then charge you to
make it go away.

There was blood. I saw
it with my own eyes.

Or fake blood, like in the movies.

Shit.

Let me explain something
to you, all right?

You shoot somebody, you got to
shoot all the witnesses too.

That's a basic rule.

I bet you $100 your
car is sitting in his

driveway right now. Hundred
dollars, I bet you.

But Donnie's my friend.

And I'm not your friend?

Fuck Donnie.

Now go home. I'll take care of it.

What are you gonna do, call Gyp?

Are you stunade? You
mention that name?

You don't bother Gyp DeCarlo
with two-bit bullshit.

I said I'll take care of
it, all right? Go home.

Take care of your wife.

Thanks, Tommy. I owe you.

What am I gonna do with you?

Stupid.

You said it, Gyp.

Take off your hat.

Okay, I'll say it once, so get
it through your thick skulls.

Frankie is my friend Capisce?

You don't touch him,
you don't speak to

him, you don't even
dream about him.

If you see him coming toward
you, you cross the street.

But if he trips, you better
be there to catch him.

And now, get out of here.

You're being watched, friends.

Thank you, Tommy.

♪ God's gift from up above ♪

♪ A real unselfish love ♪

♪ I've found in my ♪

♪ Mother's eyes ♪

Thank you very much,
ladies and gentlemen.

He's good. Yeah. He's very good.

- Have a good night.
- Thank you.

I appreciate you
sang that, Frankie.

It was my mother's favourite song.

Oh, please. My
pleasure, Mr DeCarlo.

By the way, you get your car back?

My car? Yeah.

Those guys, they went away?

Yeah.

You're a good boy, Frankie.

Frankie, here's your claim check.

Anytime you got a problem...

you reach out to me.

All right.

- Beautiful tonight.
- Thanks.

You got something to say?

Good.

For years, I'm humping DeCarlo's
laundry, he 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 finally
revolves out of Rahway.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Look at you.

Look at this guy.
Like you never left.

Tommooch.

Frankie.

So it's me, Nick and
Frankie. And it's

up to me to keep us
out of the gutter.

But nobody's hiring trios
any more. Trios are dead.

The fact is, I'm all out of ideas.
But I could still do maths.

Three Lovers equals
zero bookings. So to

generate some walking
around money...

I'm working with this kid on a
project at a local establishment.

♪ Who wears short shorts? ♪

♪ We wear short shorts ♪

♪ They're such short shorts ♪

Hey, you listening?

Yeah. Tommy, I'm working. Come on.

You being a wiseass?

After the fifth frame you start

spotting the pins
like we said. Right?

Yeah, I know, a little off.

So listen. We got this
jazz group, you know.

We're playing up in
Bergenfield with this kid.

Tommy, this kid. He plays like
a madman. He writes songs.

I'm thinking this is the
guy you're looking for.

- Yeah, for what?
- "For what?"

For the group. The band,
the Lovers, the Romans...

whatever the hell the name is this
week. Tommy, this is his song.

♪ Who wears short shorts ♪

♪ We wear short shorts ♪

I told you. I warned
you. I swear I'm

gonna come over, you motherfucker.

Lucky you got a split. I'm
gonna split open your head.

Joey. Pay attention, huh? Can
we take care of our business?

We take care of business, then
we talk about you being a scout.

Yeah, sure, Tommy.

Listen. You don't screw this up,
there's a C-note in it for you.

What's his name?

Gaudio. Bob Gaudio. If you want,
I can arrange a sit-down.

I handle the sit-downs. Keep
taking care of the pins.

Tommy, the kid's a genius.
You're gonna thank me for this.

And don't forget:

I discovered him.

Yeah, that Joe Pesci.

The film actor. Who knew?

I played the thing
down about Gaudio.

I like to keep my game face on.

But in here, bells are
going off big time.

Some kid from out of nowhere
who sings, plays and writes?

Come on. You sign him up, man.
You just hit the trifecta.

Bobby, listen. Three Lovers
looking for a fourth.

- Who?
- The Three Lovers.

They got rid of this yutz who was
doing monkey songs or some shit.

- That's funny.
- Funny how?

No, I... Look, why are
you telling me this?

Because I told him you're
a freaking genius.

Hey. Don't forget.
I discovered you.

Good. Look, I'm in the middle
of something right now, okay?

- Are you kidding me? Let's go.
- Now?

Yeah. No, next week.
Yeah, we got to go.

♪ I'm in the mood for love ♪

♪ Simply because you're near me ♪

Joey, come on. This is
like for my grandparents.

Wait. Will you relax?

Trust me.

♪ I'm in the mood for love ♪

♪ There I go, there
I go, there I go ♪

♪ There I go ♪

♪ Pretty baby, you are the
soul who snaps my control ♪

♪ Such a funny thing but
every time I'm near you ♪

♪ I never can behave ♪

♪ You give me a smile and then
I'm wrapped up in your magic ♪

I heard them all:

Jackie Wilson, Johnny
Mathis, Dinah Washington.

But I never heard a voice
like Frankie Valli's.

After 30 seconds...

I know I need to write
for this voice.

♪ I'm in the mood for ♪

♪ Love ♪

All right.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

- Right?
- Yeah.

Hey, fellas.

Fabulous. Man, what a set.

Bob Gaudio, the guy I
was talking about.

Tommy DeVito, Bobby. I run the
group. You're out late, huh?

I was telling him about how you
guys were looking for a...

Joey. Don't get overexcited, huh?

Yeah, sorry.

Nick Massi, Frankie
Valli, Bob... What is it?

- Gaudio. Hi.
- Where you from?

Bergenfield.

Somebody said you write?

I told you. "Short Shorts."
Number two with a bullet.

Sorry. 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.

Yeah, Tommy, he's got a new one.
This stuff just pours out of him.

I'm just saying.

All right, do what you do.

Thank you.

♪ I cried for you ♪

♪ Now cry for me ♪

♪ No, no, I don't
love you any more ♪

♪ Cry for me ♪

♪ Well, you had your fun ♪

♪ Don't go, baby ♪

♪ With someone new ♪

♪ Don't go, baby ♪

♪ Girl, now you want
me to take you back ♪

♪ Don't go, baby ♪

♪ We're all through ♪

♪ Because now I'm leaving ♪

♪ No, no, make believing ♪

♪ You made a fool of me ♪

♪ So now I'm leaving you ♪

♪ I ♪

♪ Love you so ♪

♪ Don't go, baby ♪

♪ Much more than
you'll ever know ♪

♪ Don't go, baby ♪

♪ But you just cheated
and you lied ♪

♪ Don't go, baby ♪

♪ Go on and cry for me ♪

♪ Well, you knew it
from the start ♪

♪ Someday you'd break my heart ♪

♪ Now we're all through ♪

♪ Go on and ♪

- ♪ So cry ♪
- ♪ Cry ♪

♪ Cry ♪

- ♪ Cry for me ♪
- ♪ Cry ♪

- ♪ Cry ♪
- ♪ For me baby? ♪

♪ Won't you cry for me, baby? ♪

♪ Cry ♪

- ♪ Just the way I cried for you ♪
- ♪ Cry, cry ♪

♪ Won't you cry for me, baby? ♪

♪ Cry ♪

♪ Just the way I cried over you ♪

- ♪ Cry ♪
- ♪ Go on and cry ♪

♪ Cry ♪

♪ For me ♪

♪ Cry for me ♪

Right? Yeah.

- Give us a minute, all right?
- Yeah. Thank you.

What do you think?

Well, I don't know. He
writes and he sounds great.

What do you think, Tommy?

Thanks.

- Hi.
- Hi. Hi.

Hi. So I was just wondering if...

Who's, like, the
girl in your song?

I mean, do you have a girlfriend?

Oh, no. No. It's any
girl, it's every girl.

It's what T.S. Eliot calls
"the objective correlative."

I felt like you
were singing to me.

You're not from
around here, are you?

Probably somewhere
really exotic, though.

- Like Europe.
- All right, we got to talk.

- Oh, yeah.
- Hey, ladies.

- Hi, how are you?
- So good.

Good. I'll tell you what.

I'm gonna shut my eyes, and
I'm gonna count to three.

When I open them, you're gonna
disappear. Ready? One. Two. Three.

And they're gone.

So you got an agent? A manager?
Somebody does your deals?

It's okay. You can talk to me.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

Tell you what. We're gonna hire
you on 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 in equal.

Really?

Plus, I retain publishing
on anything I write.

And we can work out
a favoured nations

on any mechanical and
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 kid is the golden
goose? He wrote one fucking song.

Gonna cut him in equal?
There's a million out there.

Where?

- Where what?
- The million guys. Where?

- Can I just say something here?
- No.

- Tommy, I like him.
- You got a hard-on for this kid?

Look at him. He can't
drink, he can't smoke.

He ain't never been laid
before. What good is he?

You think he's green,
take him under

your wing like you did with me.

You want to cut him in equal?

If it works, there'll be
enough for everybody.

If it doesn't, what's
the difference?

I'll tell you what, we
don't need a keyboard.

That's my decision.
That's the end of it.

All right. Then go get
another lead singer.

What'd you say?

I said get yourself
another lead singer.

What's the matter with you?
What you want, a fucking smack?

What is this?

Oh, I see.

All right.

I'll tell you what.

We cut him in equal
and it goes up in

smoke, don't fucking
blame me, all right?

- You all right with this?
- Yeah. Let's give it a try.

I'm gonna deal with you later.

What did I do?

- Gaudio.
- Yeah?

Come here.

You're in the group.

Great. Thank you. Thanks.

Let's grab a drink.

Music business is a
jungle, kid. You

need anything, come
to me, all right?

Okay.

- Any time, any place.
- Yeah.

What's your shoe size?

Ten and a half.

All right. Come
over the house some

time. I'll straighten you out.

- So, what size are you again?
- Ten and a half.

Ten and a half.

Look at this. Right
here. Meant to be.

What?

Tommy, this is one shoe.

Yeah, it's a left. Yeah, that's
how they ship them. The lefts.

Then a couple of weeks
later, different

dock, from Italy, the rights.

The rights are
coming in next week.

Tommy, I got enough shoes. Really.

Thank you. I got them.

You want something for your
mother, maybe a nice fur coat?

- Maybe some pearls?
- The pearls are gone.

- Gone? You moved the pearls?
- Yeah, yesterday.

- What'd you do, a Nicky Special?
- Yeah.

Get her a coat, a nice blazer.

Tommy, look, look. No
stolen goods, all right?

Stolen goods? What,
are you kidding me?

- These fell off a truck.
- Big truck.

Look at this kid. Saint
Bobby over here,

Nicky, looking down on all of us.

This kid. All right, I'll tell
you what. Let's have a toast.

To the group.

Thank you.

There you go. Right to the top.

Chin-chin. A hundred years.

- Cheers.
- Eyes, eyes.

Eyes, Nicky.

I'm gonna jinx the whole damn
thing. I got some good news.

I laid on a limo.

We're going down to Atlantic City.

I got a suite at the
Traymoure, we're

gonna take in a couple of shows...

have a little party, make
a bunch of connects.

We're gonna pass, Tommy.

What do you mean, pass? What
are you, a quarterback now?

You pass on things?
Is that what you do?

When you ever pass
on Atlantic City?

We sent out those demos, you know?

We who?

Me and Bobby. We're gonna
go into town and follow up.

Oh, you and Bobby?

Nobody's getting any younger
around here, Tommy.

I don't wanna go to a party. I
don't wanna go to Traymoure.

I wanna get a record
contract and feed my family.

Whoa, whoa. Excuse me.

What do you think, I'm trying
to take food off your plate?

All right, go out with the demos.

But you got to do
things the right way.

You talk to me before
you do anything.

Of course, Tommy.

I'm sorry, was I speaking to you?

Mr Bobby Businessman.
All right, you know

what? You go out
with the demos too.

And when you're done, maybe you
could take over General Motors.

All right, Tommy, take it easy.

- We going?
- Yeah, let's go.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

- ♪ Knock me off my feet ♪
- ♪ Best years I've shared ♪

♪ And raindrops fell ♪

Hi. We're the Four Lovers.
We sent you a demo.

Not interested.

Hi. We're the Four Lovers.

- We sent you a demo...
- Sorry.

Hi. We're the Four
Lovers. We sent you...

You're the Four Lovers?

- Yeah.
- Well, two of them.

No, no. Four Lovers
is a coloured group.

No, that's us.

♪ I love you so ♪

Not bad.

Come back when you're black.

Get out here, you chickenshit.
I'll rip your throat out.

Hey, Toto, watch your mouth.

You're not in Newark any more.

Crewe.

As I live and breathe,
Frankie Castelluccio.

No, it's Valli now. Frankie
Valli. With an "I."

And why not?

- What are you doing here?
- I'm making hit records. You?

We got a new group. The Four
Lovers. Here, take a demo.

Who's your friend?

The next Otis Blackwell.

Bob Crewe, Bob Gaudio.

He's got the best
ears in the business.

They're all right.

Well, hello, young man.

You young, young...

young, young man.

Scorpio.

Gaudio.

No, no, no, silly
goose. Your birthday.

November 17th.

November 12th.

Oh, it's a sign. The
stars are in alignment.

Follow me, boys.

Destiny awaits.

I remember thinking
at the time there

was something off about this guy.

I mean, this was like, 1959.

People thought Liberace
was just, you know...

theatrical.

Welcome to civilisation,
mes enfants.

- Where did he get his drink?
- Vassar.

Hi.

So this is where
the magic happens?

No, darling. The magic
happens in the bedroom.

It's not the back seat, but I
prefer a roof over my head.

I'm joking. Go make some friends
and don't get into trouble.

- He's so serious.
- Holy shit.

It's like Jane of the jungle
over there, times two.

Is that vodka?

Give me a triple.

I'll take a whiskey.

- 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 looks like I forgot
my gold head wrap.

The best of the best.

So, what do you do?

- Me, I'm a hairdresser.
- Professionally?

Well, during the day.

At night, I put on a
cape and fight crime.

- You're funny. That's funny.
- Thanks.

Good thing I'm married.

So you two room
together, is that it?

We do everything together.

Really?

How old are you?

Together, or separately?

- Hey, what are you doing?
- Shut up.

Like he'll miss it.

Crewe introduced us
to a whole new world.

He signed us to a
record contract and

it seemed like we were on our way.

- That was good.
- But we had a problem

♪ Still care ♪

♪ I still care for you ♪

- ♪ Still care ♪
- ♪ Still care ♪

We never read the fine print.

The contract had us as
backup singers with

an option to record
four of our songs.

Crewe's option.

So we spent the
next year being the

musical equivalent
of room service.

♪ Even in the dark of night
knowing that you're not in sight ♪

- ♪ I still care ♪
- ♪ I still care ♪

♪ Maybe if you love me ♪

♪ You'll give me another chance ♪

♪ Chance, I ♪

♪ Because I still care ♪

♪ I still care for you ♪

Sorry. We won't... Sorry.

Did you get all that?

Billy Dixon and the Topix.
"Trance." Take three.

♪ Late last night strolling
down the street ♪

♪ I saw a ghost that ♪

Stop the tape.

You guys are not
hearing it like I do.

I'm sorry, Crewe.
How do you hear it?

I'm hearing it in sky blue.
You're giving me brown.

Maybe that's because
you're paying us shit.

Excuse me?

I'm sorry. Famous ears clogged
up? I'll say it into the mike.

Maybe because you're
paying us fucking shit.

- Is there a problem?
- Yeah.

Let's see what the
goddamn problem is.

We got his attention.
He's coming down.

It's about fucking time.

Are our sessions cutting
into your time at the track?

- Let me tell you the problem.
- Here's the problem:

You said you'd record
us. That was a

year ago. When are
you gonna record us?

- Give me a hit.
- I've given you 10 hits.

They're all derivative.

Find yourselves a
name and a sound and

then maybe we can make
something happen.

How do you know what's a hit
until you get it out there?

Okay. You want me to produce
four songs? Get me the money.

- What are you talking about?
- I am tapped out.

You want a session, it's
gonna cost you $3,500.

Eight rooms on Park
Avenue, he's tapped out.

Ten, Sam Spade. And I've got
certain personal obligations.

Yeah. No, I saw him.

Don't get me started, baby.

Perfect.

Could use a little more colour.

Thanks a lot. Pleasure
working with you.

Yeah, maybe powder blue.

Royal blue.

Bullshit.

Crewe's right about one thing.
Your songs are derivative.

Really?

You don't think I
know what that means?

It means they all sound
like each other.

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.

Ten nights, you got your session.

And I'm only gonna take 5 percent.

What?

Or not. Joking.

- How about it?
- Okay, let's do it.

Good.

Okay.

It's good.

Wait, wait, wait.

What's your name?

- The Romans.
- The Topix.

- The Varietones.
- The Topix.

- The Four Lovers.
- No, no, no.

You. I know you.

You used to come in here. You
had some kind of scam going.

Spotting pins and
betting on the games.

- I never been here before.
- 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.

You have a memory
like an elephant.

I don't need a band,
I got a jukebox.

Someday we'll be on
that fucking jukebox.

I'm not gonna hire you,
I got no slots left.

The Four Lovers. You look
like the Four Felons.

That went well.

Hey, Joey, you're a real prick.

This is crazy. We
got to find a club.

Forget the clubs. What we
want is a record contract.

What contract? We can't even
book a lousy bowling alley.

Maybe this is a good time
to start my own group.

You're not starting any groups.
You're in this group, Nicky.

Yeah, which one? The Topix?
The Romans? The Lovers?

Who we gonna be next, Tommy?

Frankie.

What?

It's a sign, Tommy.

I still like the Four Felons.

Yeah, but we still
need the $3,500.

Don't worry about
it, all right? I'll

take care of it. That's what I do.

Now just write us a goddamn hit.

Put that in the trunk.

So I lock myself in my room and I

write four new songs in two days.

No, not songs.

Hits.

Norman.

What's up?

You're late.

I couldn't find
parking for my canoe.

Five thousand.

Let's see.

The 11 grand you owe
me, plus this five...

It's getting heavy.
You're up to 16 grand.

Don't worry. We just
signed with RCA Victor.

That's good.

You don't wanna get
behind on the vig.

I don't wanna get
behind on anything.

I'll send you a record.

Better yet, send me three
grand by next Friday.

Three grand?

I thought it was like a thousand.

Three grand.

- So you like the new name?
- I love the new name.

- All right.
- And so did Vivaldi.

What? Who?

Some guy stole our name?
I'll go talk to him.

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 have a problem.
- What?

The scarols?

Here.

It's 3,500.

DeVito delivers.

Fuck Vivaldi.

I'll drink to that.

Let me see. "Sherry."

Oh, shit.

Stop.

This is bullshit, Frankie.

Most important day of
his life and he's late.

- It's not like Bobby to be late.
- That's Tommy's territory.

All right stronzo,
get off my case.

Lay off the booze
while you're at it.

Hey, watch your mouth in my house.

Francine. Francine.
Come here, baby.

All right, go with your mummy.

- Beautiful.
- She wasn't listening.

- That way.
- She was drawing.

Shut up.

- Pretty pictures, Francine.
- Come on.

Leave that.

- Come on.
- Asshole.

Oh, real nice. Real nice.

Hypocrite.

Hey. Here's the song.

What is this? Are you kidding me?

He comes in with a piece of
paper he wrote 15 minutes ago.

Gimme.

This looks good.

No, it's an insult. It's
a slap in the face.

Don't take it personal.
It looks good.

- I'm on the hook.
- We do the four we rehearsed.

We're not taking votes here,
all right? I run the group.

We don't have enough time. Crewe's
got the ears. Let him decide.

Crewe's gonna tell
you the same thing.

You put me in a real
pinch, Frankie.

You got another song?
Come on, let's try it.

I don't now.

Let me see. All right.
I'll take the bottom.

Bob Crewe.

- Middle?
- Hey, Crewe.

I'm sorry we're late. Listen, we
got something for you, all right?

- Right now?
- No, just listen. Just listen.

Here we go.

One, two, three, four...

♪ Sherry ♪

♪ Sherry baby Sherry ♪

♪ Sherry baby ♪

- Set up the eight-track.
- What for?

We're gonna double
Frankie's voice.

It's gonna explode off the radio.

I never heard of that before.

Because it's never
been done before.

I'm a fucking genius.

What does he think?

That's good, right? Right, Crewe?

- Get over here now
- We'll be right over.

You're listening to me,
Barry Belson, WCFA Radio.

We're in our 17th hour...

locked inside the
studio, and yes...

we're still playing the same song.

I mean, is that a
different sound, or what?

Who are these people?

Four black guys? Three
guys and a girl?

What can I say? I
love this record.

We're gonna see this go right
to the top, my friends.

And we're gonna see it happen this

Saturday on American Bandstand.

♪ Oh, what the hey, I'm
gonna play it again ♪

♪ So put down that girl and lend
an ear to The Four Seasons ♪

♪ Sherry ♪

♪ Sherry baby ♪

♪ Sherry ♪

♪ Sherry baby ♪

♪ Sherry ♪

♪ Sherry baby ♪

♪ Baby ♪

♪ Sherry baby ♪

♪ Sherry, can you
come out tonight? ♪

♪ Come, come Come out tonight ♪

♪ Sherry baby ♪

♪ Sherry baby ♪

♪ Sherry, can you
come out tonight? ♪

♪ Why don't you come out? ♪

- ♪ Come out ♪
- ♪ To my twist party ♪

♪ Come out ♪

♪ Where the bright moon shines ♪

♪ Come out ♪

♪ We'll dance the night away ♪

♪ I'm gonna make you ♪

♪ Mine ♪

♪ You better ask your mama ♪

♪ Sherry baby ♪

♪ Tell her everything
is all right ♪

♪ Why don't you come out? ♪

- ♪ Come out ♪
- ♪ With your red dress on ♪

♪ Come out ♪

♪ You look so fine ♪

♪ Come out ♪

♪ Move it nice and easy ♪

♪ Girl, you make me lose my mind ♪

♪ Sherry ♪

- ♪ Sherry baby ♪
- ♪ Baby ♪

♪ Sherry baby ♪

♪ Sherry, can you
come out tonight? ♪

♪ Come, come ♪

- ♪ Come out tonight ♪
- ♪ Come out tonight ♪

- ♪ Come, come ♪
- ♪ Come, come ♪

- ♪ Come out tonight ♪
- ♪ Come out tonight ♪

- ♪ Sherry ♪
- ♪ Come, come ♪

- ♪ Come out tonight ♪
- ♪ Sherry baby ♪

- ♪ Come, come ♪
- ♪ Sherry ♪

- ♪ Come out tonight ♪
- ♪ Sherry baby ♪

♪ Come ♪

Hey. What's going on?
You got the song?

Hey.

No. Not yet, not yet.

What've you been doing? It's three
weeks. The company's going nuts.

- So, what's in the bag?
- Chinese. 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 you doing?
Working or watching the tube?

- Come on.
- 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'll bet you she cries.

No, big girls don't cry.

♪ Big girls don't cry ♪

♪ Big girls ♪

♪ Don't cry ♪

♪ They don't cry ♪

♪ Big girls don't cry ♪

♪ Who said they don't cry? ♪

♪ My girl ♪

♪ Said goodbye ♪

♪ My, oh, my ♪

♪ My girl didn't cry ♪

♪ I wonder why ♪

♪ Silly boy ♪

♪ Told my girl we
had to break up ♪

♪ Silly boy ♪

♪ Hoped that she would
call my bluff ♪

♪ Silly boy ♪

♪ Then she said to my surprise ♪

♪ Big girls don't cry ♪

♪ Maybe ♪

♪ I was cruel ♪

♪ I was cruel ♪

♪ Baby, I'm a fool ♪

♪ I'm such a fool ♪

♪ Silly girl ♪

♪ "Shame on you" ♪

- ♪ Your mama said ♪
- ♪ Silly girl ♪

♪ Shame on you You cried in bed ♪

- ♪ Silly girl ♪
- ♪ Shame on you ♪

♪ You told a lie ♪

♪ Big girls do cry ♪

♪ Big girls ♪

♪ Don't cry ♪

♪ They don't cry ♪

♪ Big girls don't cry ♪

♪ That's just an alibi ♪

♪ Big girls don't cry ♪

♪ Big girls don't cry ♪

♪ Big girls don't cry ♪

Thank you very much, ladies and
gentlemen. 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 is Mr Frankie Valli.

Thank you very much. You've been
a wonderful crowd. Thank you.

- It's just, 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.

We're telling them
to act like men.

Instead of like girls.

Yeah, instead of like...
No. Instead of like boys.

- Come on. Why're you doing this?
- 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.

If I'm explaining that to
you, we're in trouble.

Now knock off the bullshit
and sing the song.

Roll the tape, Phil.

"Walk Like a Man."

Take one.

Merry Christmas. Come on in.

Look. They're organised
the way he likes them.

What's your name?

- Steven.
- Steven?

♪ Said give her up, don't bother ♪

♪ The world isn't
coming to an end ♪

♪ He said ♪

♪ Walk like a man ♪

- Nicky.
- Yeah, what?

How much is he Gaudio?

Hey, who invited
the 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?

Loosen up that bow tie.

Where's Bobby? Bobby's got to see
this face. Look at this face.

I'll say this about Tommy.

He had his issues, but he
sure knew how to run a party.

♪ Fast as I can ♪

♪ Walk like a man from you ♪

I bring the boy to the party. Now
I bring the party to the boy.

Oh, hello.

Enjoy yourselves.

We will.

Hi, I'm Bob.

I'm your Christmas present.

Yes. Well done.

- Well done.
- All right. Congratulations.

You were right.

It is more fun with
another person.

- Yeah, hello.
- Frankie.

Come on. Come here. We're still
going. Jump in your car.

You'll be here in 10 minutes.

I got a present for you.

You know, Tommy. We just
got back from church.

You don't even
understand, Frankie.

You are missing all the fun.

No, I think I got as much fun as
I can handle here. Right, Toni?

All right. Bye.

♪ Like a man ♪

♪ Like a ♪

♪ Man ♪

Did I not say the stars
were in alignment?

Three number ones in a row.

- You are always right, Crewe.
- There's that.

Where's Tommy and Nicky? Get them.

Hey, come on in here.

Over here. He's got golden
ears, he's blind as a bat.

- Come on. Three number ones.
- Right?

- That's what I'm saying.
- Who's the best fucking team?

- All right.
- Come on, Frankie.

Well, maybe we should
make an investment.

- In what? In art?
- 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 half of everything I write...

and you give me half of everything
you record outside the group.

Why would I ever record
outside the group?

I don't know. Things happen.

What about Tommy and Nick?

Nicky's really the
one got me singing.

Tommy, we wouldn't be here
if it weren't for him.

It won't cut into their
share. I'd never do that.

We got to tell them.

Yeah, of course.

If things work out, think
we could talk about a sax?

If things work out, we can talk
about a whole horn section.

Okay, I'm in.

All right.

I'll have somebody
draw up a contract.

What, you mean like sign a
piece of paper from a lawyer?

- Yeah.
- You wanna do this thing?

But we got to get
something on paper.

So we do it.

You want a contract?

Here.

A Jersey contract.

♪ He went away and
you hung around ♪

♪ And bothered me every night ♪

♪ And when I wouldn't
go out with you ♪

♪ You said things that
weren't very nice ♪

♪ My boyfriend's back and
you're gonna be in trouble ♪

- ♪ My boyfriend's back ♪
- ♪ You see him coming ♪

♪ Better cut out on the double ♪

♪ My boyfriend's back ♪

♪ You been spreading
lies that I was untrue ♪

♪ My boyfriend's back ♪

♪ So look out now because
he's coming after you ♪

I like the one on the right. Yeah.

No, no. No dibs.

- What?
- Share and share alike.

Hey, Tommy, you put that 10
grand back in the tax account?

Come on, Nicky. Get off
my back, all right?

Well, it's adding up.
Plus the 3,500 you

dropped at the track
last Saturday...

What are you, a ledger?

Forget it. From now on
there's a new arrangement.

Frankie rides with me. You
ride with the genius.

That's kind of up to
Frankie, isn't it?

Stick to what you know.

Come on.

Isn't it up to Bobby
too? I mean, the

two of them are always together.

They're like a pair of...

what do you call them...

Chinese twins.

Try not to say anything the rest
of the day. All right, sweetheart?

Everybody has a girlfriend,
honey. Everybody.

I don't understand. Why did you
get married in the first place?

Are you kidding?
Family is everything.

Well, that makes sense.

- Here we go. All right.
- 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 up for a couple of days
and think that makes you a father?

At least when I'm here,
I'm here. I'm not stoned.

Think the kids don't know?

You wanna switch places? Anytime.

There's the kitchen and washing.

Go. We'll live off what you make.

No, thanks. I wouldn't
wanna cramp your style.

The road is the road. I'm there
to provide for this family.

Certain things are
none of your business.

Your family's out there.

You think I don't
know what goes on?

Here.

Give it to one of your
"special friends."

Go tour outer space. You'll
still be what you always were:

A dumb wop from Jersey who never
even graduated high school.

Mr Vally with a "Y."

Give me a fucking break.

Pick that up.

Pick that up.

Is Mummy very sick?

What do you mean?

Well, sometimes she
drinks a lot of medicine

and then goes to
sleep on the couch.

Medicine, huh?

Well, you know, Francine...

sometimes that medicine
makes Mummy 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 stars
and the moon and the sun...

and everything all thrown
in together, okay?

Will you go to sleep now?

Sing me.

♪ My eyes adored you ♪

♪ Though I never laid a hand
on you my eyes adored you ♪

♪ Like a million
miles away from me ♪

♪ You couldn't see
how I adored you ♪

♪ So close ♪

♪ So close and yet so far ♪

Here.

Like this.

You cosy?

Okay?

Good.

Be good. Okay?

Come on.

Thanks, Francine.

It's a puppet who's a mouse with
an accent. I don't get it either.

You are not playing to the house.
You're playing to the camera.

Don't move around too much.
And don't look down.

And smile. Hey, it's Ed
Sullivan not a funeral.

One minute.

Hey, Frankie.

You guys are fabulous.
You guys just

keep getting better and better.

- Thanks.
- Is Tommy around?

Who wants to know?

Norman Waxman, Frankie.
A friend of Tommy's.

- Listen. What's this about?
- Money.

- Listen, Mr...
- Waxman.

Norman Waxman.

You got business, talk to
our attorney. Excuse me...

No, no, no. You got a
little success now, right?

You got the records, the TV,
the personal appearances.

We're all very proud of you.

Excuse me. You can't be here.

Tommy's put me in this
awkward position.

I've stalled my people as long
as I can, but he's in too deep.

They want their money. Now.

Before something
unfortunate happens

and it all goes up in smoke.

This is bullshit.

How much does Tommy owe you?

- 150 large.
- Excuse me?

One hundred and fifty
thousand dollars.

Jesus.

Hey. Did you think I
wasn't gonna make it?

Hey, Normie.

- What's up?
- Hey, Tommy.

You're on.

The guy said we had 5.

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.

♪ I'll be working my way
back to you, babe ♪

♪ With a burning love inside ♪

♪ Hey, I'm working my
way back to you, babe ♪

♪ And the happiness that died ♪

♪ I let it get away ♪

♪ Been paying every day ♪

Bob will tell you it
was smooth sailing...

right up until we hit the iceberg
with Tommy and the $150,000.

That's Bob.

He was always looking so
far into the future...

he never saw what was
going on under his nose.

Fact is, the trouble didn't
start at the Sullivan Show.

It started long before that.

♪ Oh, for every day
I made you cry ♪

♪ Oh, Dawn, go away
back where you belong ♪

♪ Girl, we can't ♪

♪ Change the places
where we were born ♪

♪ Before you say ♪

♪ You say ♪

♪ That you want me ♪

♪ I want you to think ♪

- ♪ Think, think ♪
- ♪ What your family would say ♪

♪ Think, think ♪

♪ Think what you're
throwing away ♪

♪ Now think what the future
would be with a poor boy ♪

♪ Like me ♪

♪ Me ♪

♪ Dawn ♪

♪ Go away, I'm no good for you ♪

♪ Dawn, go away ♪

Thank you very much, ladies and

gentlemen. We'll see
you again next year.

Wonderful time.

- Great show, fellas.
- Thank you.

- Welcome to Cleveland.
- Thank you.

You're under arrest.

- What?
- For what?

- Defrauding an innkeeper.
- What?

You fellas played here last year?

Yeah.

You stay at a Holiday Inn?

- I don't remember.
- Well, they do.

You skipped without
paying the bill.

- You owe $120.
- For crying out loud...

A minor oversight. I can
take care of that right now.

Take that up with the judge.

Come on, officer, can't we
deal with this privately?

You wouldn't be offering
a bribe, would you?

All right, all right. My
friend, my friend, my friend.

Every man is looking for
a queen. Where is she?

Oh, with another man.

What're you gonna do?
It happens. We're

all winners here.
That's 40 you owe me.

Hey, Nicky, you remember when
we couldn't get arrested?

When was that? When you were 3?

All right. Calm down, genius, huh?

It's not the end of the world.
We'll be out in a couple of days.

This may come as a shock to you,
but I don't have a police record.

Oh, no? Well, it's never
too late to start, right?

Hey, who knows, maybe you guys
come up with a hit song out of it.

Right, Frankie, huh?

♪ Oh, me, oh, my-o ♪

Come on, Frankie.

♪ Did some time in old Ohio ♪

Tommy, can it.

Come on. Calm your friend down.
He's about to shit his pants.

I'm not gonna calm down. I'm
in a jail cell with a...

person.

Hello.

Over here.

Hey, hi.

Thank you very much.

You have a very nice jail.

Bob never forgave Tommy
for that weekend.

Me, I let it slide because
the group comes first.

We're all in this together, right?

Here, beautiful.

Right.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

- Of course, of course.
- We love Ohio.

We shouldn't be drawing
on this account.

We got to set something
aside for Uncle Sam.

Lou, this is November. April's
what, nine months away?

Six, actually.

And that's why you're
the accountant.

Yes. And that's why I
think it's important...

Don't think. I'm the client.

Twenty thousand, Bellevue
Apartments, I.N.C.

What's "GAVA"?

- It's a fruit, like your brother.
- Hey.

Bobby and Frankie's partnership.

What partnership?

Some kind of cockamamie
partnership.

About what?

Frankie sings, Bobby writes,
some kind of split.

- And you knew about this?
- Yeah, so?

So when were you gonna tell me?

All right. Don't make a braciola,
Doesn't cut into your share.

I don't know. A group is a group.

It's not two guys
with a side deal.

And I agree with you.

You think it's gonna work
with those two egos?

I think I should
start my own group.

- You're not starting anything.
- Why not?

You got to wake up before
noon to start your own.

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 number one,
that covered a lot of sins.

Until we hit Detroit.

This reporter comes
to do a feature

on us, and Frankie falls hard.

So tell me a little bit
about where you grew up.

I'm from Belleville, New Jersey.
Right outside of Newark.

Here, look.

I got some pictures here.

That's my mother.

Best meatball sandwiches
in all of America.

Five-foot-two, but
don't mess with her.

She really wanted me out
of that neighbourhood.

Course, she's still
right there in the

same projects but I
can't get her out.

She doesn't wanna leave
her friends. I tell her:

"Take them with you, I'll
move them all." She says no.

Send her cash, it
goes in the drawer.

The washing machine breaks,
she won't spend money.

Goes to the laundromat.

Tells everybody she's
Frankie Valli's mother.

People think I'm the
kind of son that

makes his mother go
to a laundromat.

What else you wanna know?

Then she interviewed Tommy.

Thing about Tommy is...

he was only used to dealing with
a certain class of woman...

so when he went up against
Lorraine, it was like, no contest.

What did Frankie say about me?

Not really much. More
about him and Bobby.

How the group never took
off till Bobby came along.

Did he tell you
that I hired Bobby?

He said it was more
like a group decision.

Oh, he said that, huh?

Did he tell you that
before I took him

on he was studying
to be a hairdresser?

- No.
- Oh, yeah.

The kid was lost.

Between you and me...

and don't print this because he
doesn't want it out there...

I taught him everything he knows.

- Really?
- Everything.

But not everything I know.

I even had to get him
laid the first time.

Give him a little tutoring.

Well, you tutored him very well.

Why don't we cut to the
chase here, Lorraine.

How do you mean, Tommy?

Well, I can see you're a big girl.

Look, when you get tired
of high school...

you let me know when you wanna
check out the graduate course.

Okay.

He hit on you?

Only, like, with a sledgehammer.

That son of a bitch,
I'm gonna kill him.

- It was funny.
- It's not. You don't do that.

- He's pathetic. Leave it alone.
- You don't do it.

Now I'm supposed to
go on stage with him?

Sing with him? Make
jokes? What is he, crazy?

He might be stupid.
Ever think of that?

Tommy's not stupid. He's evil.
Did he put his hands on you?

No, of course not.

This is bad.

Fuck.

Jesus. What is the
matter with 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
do so terrible, huh?

Take him off the street?

Put him in the group?

Hustle with him all these years.

Take him in like this,
Nicky. Like this.

Make him a star.

And now he won't even look at me.

Like Tommy DeVito's
a fucking stain.

Gimme a break.

For what? For what,
I ask you, huh?

A piece of ass? For that?

Get the fuck out of here.

I mean, is there an ounce of
good that I did? One ounce?

Hand me that, will you?

There's no towels. Hand
me the fucking towel.

Am I right, or am I right?

I want Bobby to handle
cash from now on.

What?

I want Bobby to handle the cash.

All right, let me
explain something.

When I leave this group...

or they carry me out...

Bob can handle whatever
you want Bob to handle.

While I'm in this group, he's not

gonna handle a dime.
You understand?

Not a fucking dime.

Get that through
your fucking head.

Maybe we should put it to a vote.

What?

What was that?

Maybe we should put it to 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?

Hey, hey.

Well, that's my vote.

Anybody else?

- Tommy...
- Let it go.

What?

Oh, looks like the nays have it.

Tommy won that one, but it was
the beginning of the end.

Something just snapped and after

that it was just a
long slow slide.

Until Norm Waxman showed up

backstage at the Sullivan Show...

and blew the lid off.

We had no idea how
deep in he was.

♪ With a burning love inside ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm working my
way back to you, babe ♪

♪ And the happiness that died ♪

♪ I let it get away ♪

♪ I let it get away ♪

♪ I'll be working my
way back to you ♪

You'd think after everything
that went down...

Frankie would have cut
Tommy loose right then.

If that's what you think...

you're not from Jersey.

Hey, Gyp.

- Tommy's in a little trouble.
- How little?

Hundred and fifty thousand.

Why isn't he standing
here talking to me?

Because he can't sing "My
Mother's Eyes" like I can.

You take care of family,
Frankie. I like that.

Yeah.

I'll see what I can do.

We're here to resolve a problem.

We're all gentlemen.

We will act in a civilised manner.

How much are we talking about?

As of noon today,
including the vig:

One hundred and sixty-two large.

What were you thinking, Tommy?

I don't know, Gyp. It...

It always felt like I was playing
catch-up. It just crept up.

I'm surprised he's
still walking around.

I'll be honest with you,
Gyp. We like their songs.

Anybody else, he'd already
be in the hospital.

Come on. Gimme a break, huh? What
are you gonna do, huh? You fuck.

- Sic one of your goons on me?
- Man is trying to work with you.

- Hey, whose side are you on?
- Mine.

- Of course you are.
- Asshole.

- I'm an asshole? You asshole.
- From day one.

- Fuck you.
- Fuck you.

Fuck you, Nicky.

Gentlemen, our friend Mr
Waxman has a legitimate point.

Excuse me. All due respect.

He opened it up.

I'm gonna say something.

I've been rooming with this guy on
and off for, what is it, 10 years?

This was not a walk in the
park. This was a sentence.

A 10-year sentence.

The man is a personal nightmare.

He wears the same underwear
three days running.

He takes no pride
in his appearance.

In the simple amenities of life.

You wanna talk about towels?

This isn't the time...

The man cannot be in a hotel
without using all the towels.

I'm talking face
towels, bath towels...

the bathmat, the
little washcloths.

Like he's living alone.

You need a towel, you know where
it is? In a pile on the floor.

I come back to the room one time
the man is pissing in the sink.

- I never pissed in the sink.
- Right in the fucking sink.

I say, "Tommy, what's wrong
with you? There's a toilet."

He says, "This was closer."

This is what I'm dealing with. The
man is not properly socialised.

Frankie doesn't have to deal
with it. Gaudio doesn't.

I've had to deal with it 10 years.

Okay, Nick. Thank you
for sharing that.

Now, Norm and me...

we're gonna take a little
walk, work things out.

I want you boys to put
your heads together.

See what you can come up with.

And, you.

Hey.

Stay out of my bathroom.

Maybe Gyp can talk
sense into this guy.

Forget sense.

Forget sense.

I got a couple of things.

I could work something out.

Pull a job? Roll a 7-Eleven,
like the old days.

Shut your trap, all right,
and drink your wine.

DeCarlo's not running
this group, I am.

I don't know what we're doing
here, begging for help.

You make me look like an asshole.

- You do that all by yourself.
- Can we talk about...?

You know what'd be
nice? Since I was

here before any of you? Respect.

For what? Getting 162 in the hole?

You know something? At
least I tried, huh?

You think it's easy
running the group?

Dealing with the club owners, the
managers, the record companies?

Everybody trying to fuck
you five ways from Sunday?

You don't care how it gets done,
Nicky. I took care of it. Me.

Sit down.

Sit down.

Sit down.

All right.

Let's get it all out, right?
Crucify me, right? Come on.

Right, Tommy.

All right.

You don't give a shit about
the group. Never have.

It's always been
whatever it is you

got going on, and then the group.

Never rehearse, drive Nicky to

drink, put Bob
through the wringer.

Forget trying to
mess with my head,

which you've done from day one.

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

Be quiet for once.

You know what the shame
of it is, Tommy?

You're not a bad musician if you
give a little time. But, nah.

You're too busy shooting
your mouth off or

buying apartments to keep
your girlfriends in.

But no more.

All that bullshit is over.

This is how you talk
to your friends?

Friends, right.

Not one Christmas present.

Not one Christmas card.

Not one time we go for a meal
and you pick up the check.

Not one time do you ask me how my
kids are doing, how I'm doing.

God help me, Tommy, part of me
would really like to see you hurt.

Hey. Hey. Don't. Come on. Tommy.

You talk to me that way?

Come on. Get off him, get off.

Schoolkids.

Leave that outside.

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 back
every penny Tommy owes.

- Wait a minute.
- Let me handle this.

It's a lousy few hundred grand.

We got something, it took
a lot of work and years.

- So?
- The group takes the debt.

This is his problem. Why
do we take his debt?

Because we're not gonna
let it come apart.

Is that good enough, Tommy?

For what?

Frankie's singing was
never good enough.

His ideas were never good enough.
Nothing was good enough.

The kid who was never good
enough is bailing you out.

So is that good enough?

It's a little more
complicated than that.

Why?

My people are very angry.

- They want a message sent.
- What message?

You're moving to Las Vegas.

What for?

Your health. We're gonna
keep an eye on you.

We see you outside of
Nevada, it gets ugly.

No way. No way. Not Nevada.
Better throw me in the river.

Your choice.

- Wait a minute. For how long?
- Till it's paid off.

But we're in the middle of a tour.

Best I could do.

But what happens to the group?

I'll tell you what
happens. Nothing.

Why? Because it's
still on paper that

I own 25 percent. So suck on that.

I got a better idea. A clean
break. We buy him out.

What? 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
think you're gonna write?

All right, wait a minute.

Anything else we don't know about?

I maybe borrowed a little
from the tax account.

How much?

Half a mil.

In that neighbourhood.

We're gonna take that too.

- What are you...?
- I said let me handle it.

The loan, the taxes...

we take it all.

All right.

That's it, then.

Norm. Tommy.

Excuse us.

Hey, Frankie.

Frankie.

It's that bad, huh?

Frankie...

you are digging a million-dollar
hole for yourself.

Tommy took me off the streets,
Gyp. What's that worth?

You'll be on the
road till you're 90.

You want, I could arrange a loan.

Thanks, Mr DeCarlo, but
I don't want anybody

involved in our future
besides me and Frankie.

Hey, I just realised something.

I don't wanna be in
this group any more.

Not now, Nicky.

No, forget that. I wanna go home.

What are you talking about?

I wanna go home.

Good idea. After the tour,
we all take a break.

No. Now.

I quit.

You can't quit.

I got his attention. Hi, Bob.

Nicky, Nicky, we're in
the middle of a tour.

Yeah. You know, I always
hated the touring.

Fucking hotels. Those
tiny little bars of soap.

You're supposed to wash with
that? Can't even see it.

You're talking crazy. Calm
down and we'll figure it out.

I already figured it out.

I'll make it easy for you.

I don't want money. I
don't want side deals.

All I want is out.

You're right about the soap.

Hey, Nicky. Nicky.

Nicky.

We're in the middle of a
damn tour. Are you crazy?

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 had
a little trouble

last year, so you know what I did?

I put the kids with my parents.

And then I told them,
my own kids...

I made up this thing
where I told them

I was really their
uncle. Uncle Nick.

I don't understand.

So I could screw around, you
know. Do what I wanted.

I figured if I wasn't
home to put them to

bed, they wouldn't feel
deprived of a father.

I don't know what to say, Nick.

All due respect, Mr DeCarlo...

you sell a 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 even know I'm gone.

You want me to go out there
by myself? Are you nuts?

Look, there's a lot of great
backup guys out there, right?

There's Joe Long, Charlie Calello.

We find two more and
put you in front.

Get a great drummer. A horn
section like we talked about.

Like Basie and the Kenton band.

- What do you do?
- Write and produce.

I don't like it.

- Why?
- You're crapping out on me.

- I thought we had a handshake.
- We do.

I wake up in the middle of 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?

Frankie.

This is your time.

How do you do that?

What?

Get me to agree to stuff.

It's a gift.

♪ You're only holding out
your heart in sympathy ♪

So while Bob's at
home with his family

I'm on the road
200 nights a year

doing anything I can dig up

Night clubs, hotels,
private parties, anything

♪ I'll be blue and
I'll be crying too ♪

♪ But, girl, you know I only
want what's best for you ♪

♪ What good is all my pride ♪

Yeah, you and me both, pal.

Mr Valli.

You got a collect
call from Jersey.

Where is she?

You tell me. She's
your daughter too.

She never knows if you'll
visit, it's always last minute.

I'm an entertainer.
Things get moved.

- She needs a father.
- How about a mother?

Pull yourself together.

Shit. Hello.

Hello?

Can I talk to Mummy?

Francine.

Where are you, sweetheart? Your
mother and I are worried sick.

I'm in the city, okay?
Don't have a cow.

Sweetheart, you can't disappear

off the face of the
earth. Leave a note.

Don't yell at me, Daddy.

Look.

I just took a plane halfway
across the country.

You got money for a cab?

Just get in a cab and come home.

So now you're gonna be a
father all of a sudden?

It's two lousy days, Daddy.

You disappear for
months at a time.

- That's different, Francine.
- I know. You're working.

You're slaving away so you
can give us a good life.

I've heard it a billion
times. Give me a break.

- Can I talk to Mum?
- Don't talk

to me like that. I'm your father.

Francine?

Shit.

Good job, Dad.

- Francine?
- Yeah.

Your father, he'd like to see you.

Oh, can I help you?

No. Come on.

Who the hell are you?

Get lost before I snap your neck.

It's okay. I'll call you.

Thanks, Johnny.

Anytime, Frankie.

Sit down, Francine.

How'd you find me?

I got friends who have
friends on the street.

You mean your friends in the Mob?

You want something?

Coke.

- Can we get a Coke over here?
- Sure.

Listen, Francine.

I made some mistakes.

I wasn't around enough.

Your mother...

We both know about her.

I should have stepped in...

but it's hard to balance
the 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 be a great singer.

You got my chops, you got
your mother's beauty.

You could have
everything you want.

But you got to get it together.

What's wrong with you?

Running around like this?

Look, I know how hard it is.

You got something you
wanna share with

the world and nobody gives a shit.

But then things turn around.

You have to have patience,
and you got to keep working.

We're gonna turn things around.

All right?

I'm gonna help you.

I'm gonna get you
in singing lessons.

You're gonna start eating
right, gonna start exercising.

I set it up with Bob Crewe, he's

gonna record you a
demo. Four songs.

All you.

We're gonna get out
of this nightmare.

You can do this.

This is what you
want, right? Right?

Come here.

I believe in you.

I'm glad you're here with me.

You know, it's funny...

back in the day, we
almost left Crewe

because he wouldn't
record us a demo.

Four songs.

And now he's doing
it for Francine.

I swear, that kid,
she was going under.

You know what it's like out
there with kids and drugs.

And her mother, you think
it's about the kid? No.

It's who's winning, who's wrong,
who's right, who screwed up.

I mean, this woman...
People turn into something.

- Frankie.
- What?

I can't do this.

What do you mean?

This is a small
apartment. There's not

enough room for your whole family.

Can you stop that for a minute?

What's the point? I got to
be out of town next week...

then I come back and
you're on the road.

I don't see you for weeks.

I'm working. It's not a vacation.

- It goes on. Nothing changes.
- I need these dates.

- I got a million-dollar hole.
- That you dug for yourself.

He was screwing things up.
We had to get him out.

Don't talk about
things you don't know.

He used you.

He ridiculed you.
He did everything

he could to destroy the group.

- And you take his debts?
- He couldn't help himself.

Oh, my God.

Saint Francis, is that it?

Kind to animals?

I thought if you
could get out of the

neighbourhood maybe
we'd have a shot.

But you're never gonna
get out, are you?

What if we got married?

You and Tommy? I don't think
that's legal in Nevada.

You don't give an inch, do you?

I'm never gonna be first in line.

I'm always gonna
be standing behind

Tommy and Bobby and
Nicky and Joey.

Look, I got to 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.

Why?

So we can have a drink?

I'm sorry, sweetheart.

I got to get off the
merry-go-round.

It's no fun any more.

Fourteen nine, 14,950, 15,000.

Okay, we're good.

Everybody's whole now, right?

Frankie, you know it
was nothing personal.

Norm...

say goodbye.

Take care, gentlemen.

I told you, if you do the
work, everything follows.

Thanks.

- Long life.
- Long life.

Long life.

It's my daughter Francine. She
calls every Friday at 10.

That's good, Frankie.

She's playing Victoria's
in Plainfield.

Francine, just a second,
okay? Just a minute.

Okay.

- All right. Call me later.
- All right.

Thanks again.

Francine, you'll never
guess who was just here.

Excuse me?

You're the father
of Francine Valli?

Yes, this is her father.

This is the New York
Police Department.

Is something wrong?
Is she all right?

For this is our God,
forever and ever.

Get you a plaque on this booth.

How you doing?

Never better.

Yeah.

I got something I
think belongs to you.

Open it.

Crewe and I got together.

Bob, I just buried a child. You
want me to sing a love song?

You got to climb out of 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
with a bottle

of pills is waiting and it's over.

Don't blame yourself.

Really?

Who, then?

All right, look.

Do me a favour.

Just take it home.

Look at it.

There's something not right in the

release. Maybe
you'll have an idea.

- Bob, I don't know.
- Just look at it.

Here. Wear this, would you?

We don't need you
catching pneumonia too.

Yeah.

You know, the problem is you're
modulating up after the bridge...

and I don't think you
should. You listening?

Yeah. Go ahead.

Yeah, you know, your music.

And Crewe's lyric, they're
working really well together.

You know, you goose
it up too much,

I don't know, it gets cheesy.

Maybe a few notes here and there.

All right. Well...

Why don't you come over tomorrow
and we'll talk about it?

Check my schedule.

Good idea.

Okay, people, take five.
Five-minute break.

I sprung for the session.
What else do you want?

Release the song.

I don't know what
to do with it. It's

too hard for pop,
too soft for rock.

But, Al, it's a new kind of song.

You're the president
of a record company.

Do the right thing.
Find the next thing.

What are you busting my chops?

You drag me down to hear some art

song that's never
gonna get airplay.

Okay, listen to me.

Frankie's going through hell.
We've made you a lot of money.

Come on. Do the right thing.

Because deep down, very,
very, very deep down...

I know that you are a
decent human being.

I'll be candid with
you, my friend.

Frankie's okay. He's
no Neil Sedaka.

Then I want out of our contract.

And I'm taking you to court
to get back our masters.

You don't have the balls.

Try me.

Okay. Call me sentimental.

Here's the deal:

You get some stations to play
it, I'll release the damn song.

They say no...

you take your work
of art and stick

it where the sun don't shine.

Thank you, Al, you're a class act.

It's very nice. Say hi to
the kids. Merry Christmas.

Okay, folks, we're back.

- So how did that go?
- Good. Very good.

Noise. So where do you
wanna break the song?

- Detroit. The Roostertail.
- Detroit. That's WJR.

I know that guy. Marty
something. Mr First Nighter.

Three hundred pounds. Disgusting.

So we get him in there...

we lay on the food, we lay on the

booze, we give him
the full treatment.

The guy's a moron,
but he's not stupid.

He hears the crowd, you'll
get airplay. Don't worry.

- That's just Detroit.
- Let me finish.

So we follow up.

Philly, Boston,
Chicago, San Francisco.

You start a little movement.
People start talking.

They talk more. It's
a chain reaction.

"Where did you find that song?"

All right.

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."

♪ You're just too
good to be true ♪

♪ Can't take my eyes off you ♪

♪ You'd be like heaven to touch ♪

♪ I wanna hold you so much ♪

♪ At long last love has arrived ♪

♪ And I thank God I'm alive ♪

♪ You're just too
good to be true ♪

♪ Can't take my eyes off you ♪

♪ Pardon the way that I stare ♪

♪ There's nothing
else to compare ♪

♪ The sight of you
leaves me weak ♪

♪ There are no words
left to speak ♪

♪ But if you feel like I feel ♪

♪ Please let me know
that it's real ♪

♪ You're just too
good to be true ♪

♪ I can't take my eyes off you ♪

♪ I love you, baby ♪

♪ And if it's quite all
right I need you, baby ♪

♪ To warm the lonely nights ♪

♪ I love you, baby ♪

♪ Trust in me when I say ♪

♪ Oh, pretty baby ♪

♪ Don't bring me down, I
pray oh, pretty baby ♪

♪ Now that I've found you stay
and let me love you, baby ♪

♪ Let me love you ♪

♪ You're just too
good to be true ♪

♪ Can't take my eyes off you ♪

♪ You'd be like heaven to touch ♪

♪ I wanna hold you so much ♪

♪ At long last love has arrived ♪

♪ And I thank God I'm alive ♪

♪ You're just too
good to be true ♪

♪ Can't take my eyes off you ♪

♪ I love you, baby ♪

♪ And if it's quite all
right I need you, baby ♪

♪ To warm the lonely nights ♪

♪ I love you, baby ♪

♪ Trust in me when I say ♪

♪ Oh, pretty baby ♪

♪ Don't bring me down, I pray ♪

♪ Oh, pretty baby ♪

♪ Now that I've found you stay
and let me love you, baby ♪

♪ Let me love you ♪

♪ You're just too
good to be true ♪

Nothing's changed except
for Frankie, right?

Hey, hey. So you guys haven't
sung together in how long?

- Twenty-five years.
- Twelve years.

- Since 1912.
- Now that you sing your songs...

what's different?

The keys. They're a little
lower. Not for you, but for us.

Are the songs tougher, more
meaning, different meaning?

This is the first time we've sung
together tonight in a long time.

So we'll find out tonight.

- Good to know. Thanks.
- Is that Tommy?

Hey, there's Tommy.

There's Tommy.

Hello, sir.

- Good to see you.
- Bobby, good to see you.

- Tommooch.
- Machoch.

Good to see you.

So I haven't seen
these guys in ages.

Good to see you, Frankie.

How's life, Tommy?

I can't complain.

Here.

All right. All right, Tommy.

Let's go inside.

It's been over 20 years.

Since these guys have appeared
on the same stage together...

and what better stage for
a reunion than this one?

Ladies and gentlemen,
please welcome...

my old friends and
brand-new Hall of Famers:

The original Four Seasons.

♪ Rag doll, oh ♪

♪ I love you just
the way you are ♪

♪ Hand-me-down ♪

♪ When she was just a kid her
clothes were hand-me-downs ♪

♪ Hand-me-down ♪

♪ They always laughed at her
when she came into town ♪

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 driving
through the old neighbourhood.

He says, "Hey, Tommy, how do you
remember yourself back then?"

I says:

"I think I was a
pretty stand-up guy."

He says, "I got to
be honest with you.

You were a total prick.

Nobody would have put up with your

shit except we all
needed something."

Everybody remembers it the
way they need to, right?

People always ask
the 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 food
or rooming with Tommy.

It just came out of 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?

Selling all those records?

Pulling "Sherry" out of the hat?

It was all great.

But four guys under
a streetlamp...

when it was all still
ahead of us...

first time we made that sound...

our sound...

when everything dropped away and
all there was was the music...

That was the best.

I'm not drawn to the
old neighbourhood...

my life never revolved around
the old neighbourhood...

I don't give a fuck about
the old neighbourhood.

I'm from wherever I happen to be.

And these days, that's
Nashville, Tennessee.

Just me...

my beautiful wife...

and a good cigar.

Quiet and peaceful...

in the knowledge...

that none of this could
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 out of there
in about 12 seconds.

All right, I'll be
honest with you.

It could have been an ego thing.
Everybody wants to be up front.

But if there's four guys...

and you're Ringo...?

Better I should spend
some time with my kids.

Like that bunny on
TV with the battery,

I just keep going and
going and going.

Chasing the music.

Trying to get home.

♪ Who loves you pretty, baby? ♪

♪ Who's gonna help you
through the night? ♪

♪ Who loves you, pretty mama? ♪

♪ Who's always there
to make it right? ♪

♪ Who loves you, pretty baby? ♪

♪ Who's gonna help you
through the night? ♪

♪ Who loves you, pretty mama? ♪

♪ Who's always there
to make it right? ♪

♪ Who loves you? ♪

♪ Who loves you, pretty baby? ♪

♪ Who's gonna love you, love you ♪

♪ Who's gonna love you, Mama? ♪

♪ Who loves you, pretty baby? ♪

♪ Sherry ♪

♪ Sherry baby ♪

♪ Sherry ♪

♪ Sherry baby ♪

♪ Sherry ♪

- ♪ Sherry baby ♪
- ♪ Baby ♪

♪ Sherry baby ♪

♪ Sherry, can you
come out tonight? ♪

♪ Oh, what a night ♪

♪ Late December back in '63 ♪

♪ What a very special
time for me ♪

♪ As I remember what a night ♪

Hey, Joey. You owe me five bucks.

♪ Oh, what a night ♪

♪ You know I didn't
even know her name ♪

♪ But I was never
gonna be the same ♪

♪ What a lady, what a ♪

♪ Oh, I ♪

♪ I got a funny feeling when
she walked in the room ♪

♪ Yeah, and I ♪

♪ As I recall it ended
much too soon ♪

You look marvellous.

♪ Oh, what a night ♪

♪ Why'd it take so long
to see the light? ♪

♪ Seemed so wrong but
now it seems so right ♪

♪ Sweet surrender, what a night ♪

♪ I felt the rush ♪

♪ Like a rolling bolt of thunder ♪

♪ Spinning my head around
and taking my body under ♪

♪ Oh, what a night ♪

♪ Oh, what a night ♪

♪ Oh, what a night ♪

♪ Oh, what a night ♪

♪ Oh, what a night ♪

♪ Oh, what a night ♪

♪ Oh, what a night ♪

♪ Oh, what a night ♪

♪ Oh, what a night ♪

♪ Oh, what a night ♪