Funny Bones Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Funny Bones Script


  

  

 

                   

It's them.



 

                   

Now,Jack, do exactly

what we rehearsed, nothing else.



 

                   

Say exactly what we agreed,

nothing else.



 

                   

Certainement, mon Capitain.

Ne vous fachez pas.



 

                   

Very good,Jack.



 

                   

- See you later.

- Yes.



 

                   

Messieurs.



 

                   

Where is the money?



 

                   

We would like to see the money.



  

                   

Understand?



  

                   

One more.



  

                   

I don't know, mate.

It's nothing to do with me. Honest.



  

                   

Marcel!



  

                   

- Get moving.

- What about him?



  

                   

Get moving.



  

                   

Get rid of him!



  

                   

Lose that bastard.

I said, get rid of him!



  

                   

Get out of here.



  

                   

Dad!



  

                   

I'm gonna



  

                   

die!



  

                   

Somewhere beyond the sea



  

                   

Somewhere waiting for me



  

                   

My lover stands on golden sands



  

                   

And watches the ships

that go sailing



  

                   

Somewhere



  

                   

Beyond the sea

she's there watching for me



  

                   

If I could fly like birds on high



  

                   

Then straight to her arms

I'd go sailing



  

                   

It's far



  

                   

Beyond the stars,

It's there beyond the moon



  

                   

I know beyond a doubt



  

                   

I know beyond a doubt



  

                   

Sit. Down. Bad doggie, down.



  

                   

Good doggie! Beg.



  

                   

Room service, Mr Tommy.

Can I turn down your pants?



  

                   

- How's the star of the show?

- I'm gonna die.



  

                   

You're among friends.

We won't let you die!



  

                   

I don't mean on stage,

although I feel like shit.



  

                   

- I mean, I'm gonna die!

- What are you talking about?



  

                   

If I don't do it, make it happen.

You know, find that feeling



  

                   

in two weeks,

I'm just not gonna live any more.



  

                   

You mean you feel desperate.



  

                   

A lot of people feel desperate

before doing something exceptional.



  

                   

I'm not playing it safe any more.

I'm gonna take it right to the edge.



  

                   

And do pirouettes.



  

                   

- What are you talking about?

- Pirouettes, you dumb fuck.



  

                   

And if I fall,



  

                   

well, so be it.

You know. Who gives a shit?



  

                   

My father in the audience yet?



  

                   

We're late. That's it, we're late.



  

                   

- Don't say it was me.

- Relax, dear.



  

                   

I'm gonna die.



  

                   

Welcome to the Hilton Vegas,

Mr Fawkes!



  

                   

- Great to see you.

- Thank you.



  

                   

No matter what happens, nobody

can say you're not a great father.



  

                   

Hi.



  

                   

Now is not the time to lose faith

in the material.



  

                   

It got you this far.



  

                   

As an opener, the dog story is the

best joke I ever wrote for you.



  

                   

But if...which it won't...

but if, and I mean only if...



  

                   

Jesus, you make me doubt things.

If it doesn't work,



  

                   

use the saver.



  

                   

You mean, a joke's like a lady

getting out of a car.



  

                   

Sometimes you see it,

sometimes you don't?



  

                   

- Yeah, that's it!

- Yeah, that's it!



  

                   

Tommy, I don't think you should

use the sheep story.



  

                   

- What are you telling me?

- It's not that kind of house.



  

                   

It uses the F word, and this is

not the Comedy Store.



  

                   

- You'll lose 'em with the F word.

- Risks, Al. Pirouettes!



  

                   

A one-way ticket.



  

                   

Two weeks to live.



  

                   

- You're nervous.

- I waited all my life for tonight.



  

                   

What are you doing, pumpkin?

Don't do this, please.



  

                   

You're so cold. You have frozen

the life out of me.



  

                   

What is this?

What are you doing to me?



  

                   

You're all that matters.

All you think about. Tommy Fawkes!



  

                   

Tommy, you're so cold.



  

                   

You wonder why people

don't laugh at you?



  

                   

What?



  

                   

What are you saying?

What are you saying to me?



  

                   

I am saying that you cannot

have relationships.



  

                   

We're through. That's what I'm saying!



  

                   

- Hi, son.

- Hi, Dad.



  

                   

I won't hold you up.



  

                   

Boy, this takes me back.

New mirrors.



  

                   

All I came to say was, you couldn't

ask for a better audience.



  

                   

That room is filled with people.



  

                   

Friends, family,

the whole of show business is there!



  

                   

They're all just hoping and wishing,

and ready to laugh, son.



  

                   

- I better go.

- Sure, OK.



  

                   

I just wanted you to know

how proud I am of you.



  

                   

- Five minutes, please.

- He'll be right there.



  

                   

If this audience doesn't laugh,



  

                   

then I don't know what.



  

                   

I just think all those years

of playing small venues



  

                   

and learning the business

is about to pay off for you.



  

                   

And I hope so. Because I know

you haven't always found life easy.



  

                   

- OK! Dad, I have to go.

- OK.



   

                   

Go get 'em.



   

                   

Kill the bastards.



   

                   

We will meet beyond the shore



   

                   

We'll kiss just as before



   

                   

Happy we'll be beyond the sea



   

                   

And never again



   

                   

He was fine.



   

                   

I'll go sailing



   

                   

Sailing



   

                   

Ladies and gentlemen, we have

a new face topping the bill



   

                   

at the Hilton Oasis.



   

                   

A new face. But an old name.

The name is Fawkes.



   

                   

Yeah! Tommy Fawkes! All right!



   

                   

I'm gonna keep Tommy waiting

just a little longer. First of all,



   

                   

there's something special

we have to do.



   

                   

Ladies and gentlemen,

the biggest star of them all.



   

                   

The funniest.

Mr Originality himself,



   

                   

in the audience tonight.

Mr George Fawkes!



   

                   

Come on, George.

They want you.



   

                   

Don't do it, Dad. Please don't do it.



   

                   

As the cow said on a wintry morning.:



   

                   

But seriously, folks. I cannot

tell you what a joy I feel



   

                   

being here at the...Hilton Oasis.



   

                   

He did it. He did it.



   

                   

Mr Fawkes? Are you OK?



   

                   

I can't believe he did that. Oh, boy.



   

                   

A gag is like watching a girl

get out of a car.



   

                   

Sometimes you see it,

sometimes you don't.



   

                   

I'm history, I'm out of here.

Have a good night.



   

                   

You still got it!



   

                   

I can't believe he did that.



   

                   

And now will you welcome



   

                   

the man who

has inherited that talent.



   

                   

Mr Tommy Fawkes!



   

                   

He's great!



   

                   

Slay 'em, Tommy!



   

                   

My wonderful parents,

ladies and gentlemen.



   

                   

They hated me. They once took me to

an orphanage and told me to mingle.



   

                   

Do you ever feel like

killing yourself?



   

                   

Like no matter what you do, people

will always see you as one thing?



   

                   

It's like a lifetime of bad luck.



   

                   

I came home last week, my dog looked

sheepish. Dogs can look sheepish!



   

                   

I feed him, he won't eat.

He starts wailing real loud.



   

                   

I go into the back room, I see

he's broken a very large mirror.



   

                   

I say, ""Did you do this?''

He said, ""Yeah.'' He did.



   

                   

""It's OK, why are you so upset?''



   

                   

He says, ""   years bad luck.''



   

                   

Ajoke's like watching a lady

get out of a car



   

                   

Sometimes you see it,

sometimes you don't.



   

                   

Did I say something funny?



   

                   

I was playing Carthage, Tennessee.

Ever play there?



   

                   

They brought back the death penalty

for comedians only.



   

                   

Guy in a bar says, ""I used to own this

place. I built it up from nothing.



   

                   

""But do they call me

John the Bar Owner? No.



   

                   

""I owned the biggest farm

in the county for    years.



   

                   

""I looked after animals, crops.

But do they call me John the Farmer?



   

                   

""I ran for Congress. Sat in

Washington representing the people.



   

                   

""They call me John the Congressman?

No, sir.



   

                   

""You fuck one sheep...''



   

                   

I gotta run.

You made a lousy fucking audience.



   

                   

My name is Tommy Fawkes,

and I got two weeks to live.



   

                   

Tommy?



   

                   

Well, my mama she didn't love me



   

                   

She had to stay out all night long

O Lord



   

                   

Well, my mama didn't love me



   

                   

She had to stay out all night long



   

                   

I didn't care if she didn't love

I would boogie-woogie anyhow



   

                   

When I was working

up in town, people



   

                   

I was walking down Hatham Street



   

                   

I heard everybody talking about it

The Henry Swain Club



   

                   

I decided I'd drop in that night

and when I got there



   

                   

I say, yes, people

you do really have a ball



   

                   

Come on. Get it off him.



   

                   

Get it off him!



   

                   

We'll send somebody to

find your father and your uncle.



   

                   

Is there anything else you want?



   

                   

Anything we can bring you?



   

                   

Toast!



   

                   

Toast.



   

                   

Over here!



   

                   

Here! Over here!



   

                   

Here!



   

                   

Look, it's nothing. It's just a foot.



   

                   

It'll blow over. It's a one-off.



   

                   

Yes.



   

                   

No.



   

                   

I will, I will.



   

                   

I resent that. Piss off!



   

                   

Animals.



   

                   

Did you tell them

there's no connection



   

                   

between the foot

and the man in the tower?



   

                   

Jack Parker's father?



   

                   

I am. That's his uncle.



   

                   

I'm afraid he's climbed the tower

and he won't come down.



   

                   

He's asked for toast.



   

                   

Do you know why? I mean, toast?



   

                   

Toast, shut up.



   

                   

May I ask you what you do?



   

                   

How do you mean?



   

                   

Come on, Mother.



   

                   

You're from the lawyers?

Broadbent, Phelps, Burger & Burger?



   

                   

Berger & Berger...I'm Lawrence Berger.

You're Mr Tarascas?



   

                   

- Dick Tarascas. Dick.

- Shall we wait for your bags?



   

                   

- My bags went to Düsseldorf.

- Oh, really?



   

                   

Gosh.

That's unbelievably bad luck.



   

                   

- My cheque's come? Hotel confirmed?

- Yes, indeed. Sea view.



   

                   

Let's go.



   

                   

- Is this your first time here?

- No, I lived here till I was six.



   

                   

So you've noticed the changes, then.

What would it be?    years?



   

                   

Its heyday. Marlene Dietrich,

Sammy Davis Jr., Frank Sinatra.



   

                   

A mecca for comedians, of course.

Bob Hope.



   

                   

George Formby. George Fawkes.



   

                   

And the sun shone every day, right?



   

                   

It seemed to, yes.



   

                   

Mr Parker?

Steve Campbell. I'm a psychiatrist.



   

                   

Is he coming down?



   

                   

Why wasn't I told it's Jack Parker?

What about guns?



   

                   

- He isn't armed.

- With respect, he is a known maniac.



   

                   

Hiya, Dad. Hi, Uncle Thomas.



   

                   

Are you all right?



   

                   

I'm gonna die!



   

                   

Gentlemen, what I need to know is,



   

                   

how far does this man go

when he's pushed?



   

                   

- You must be Mrs Parker.

- I was married to Bruno.



   

                   

But I'm no longer Mrs Parker.

This is Toast.



   

                   

Jack, my darling.

You can come down now.



   

                   

Mr Parker.



   

                   

Your brother doesn't seem to speak.

Is that right?



   

                   

- He's depressed.

- How long has he been depressed?



   

                   

- When did he last speak?

- Twelve years ago.



   

                   

I gather you're in the business

yourself. A comedian?



   

                   

Sort of.



   

                   

And you're prepared to pay money

to see comedy material in Blackpool?



   

                   

- You bet.

- Actual cash?



   

                   

Bingo. I'm serious.

Everything I see, I pay to see.



   

                   

£   for a look.

If I buy, that's where you step in.



   

                   

I never thought of it as

such a competitive business.



   

                   

Well, it is.



   

                   

- What do you want to see?

- Whatever's funny in Blackpool.



   

                   

Old routines, funny routines,

funny people.



   

                   

-Jokes?

- No jokes.



   

                   

I'm looking for another way.

Jokes I've paid for. It doesn't work.



   

                   

No jokes.



   

                   

Funny people.

Physical comedy. Original ideas.



   

                   

Visual? Slapstick?



   

                   

- It may not be scripted.

- Doesn't mean I can't buy it.



   

                   

Look, Lawrence. I'm gonna be frank.



   

                   

I don't have long to live. I'm looking

for something. I don't know what.



   

                   

I'm an educated man, I like to

analyse. I'm reasonably wealthy.



   

                   

It's something special.

I'm gonna find it here.



   

                   

Whoever brings it

might not even know its worth.



   

                   

Whatever it is,

it will be something I don't have.



   

                   

Another way of looking at life.

I spent six years of my life here.



   

                   

There's no reason

why the sun can't shine again.



   

                   

I mean, why do all the best things

in life belong to the past?



   

                   

I don't know.



   

                   

But it's true. You're right.



   

                   

So no jokes, OK?

Jokes I'll leave to George Fawkes.



   

                   

- George Fawkes. He was funny.

- Still is.



   

                   

Surely not?

I thought he died in Las Vegas.



   

                   

No. I died in Las Vegas.



   

                   

Jack, I'm here to help you.

I'm going to ask you a few questions.



   

                   

Unrelated, all right?



   

                   

- Where were you born?

- Blackpool.



   

                   

- Why Blackpool?

- I wanted to be near me mother.



   

                   

- Have you lived here all your life?

- Not yet.



   

                   

They tell me you had no real

education. Is that right?



   

                   

Tell me, of this list,



   

                   

which is the odd one out?



   

                   

House.



   

                   

School. Dog.



   

                   

Cinema. Church.



   

                   

- Dog.

- Good.



   

                   

A dog wouldn't go to the cinema,

would it?



   

                   

Which of these is the odd one out?



   

                   

Malice.Jealousy.



   

                   

Greed.



   

                   

Envy.



   

                   

And...kindness.



   

                   

And.



   

                   

- I want to tell the whole truth.

- Very well.



   

                   

I'll fetch the sergeant.



   

                   

Jack, this is

Detective Sergeant Sharkey.



   

                   

What is it you want to say?



   

                   

Jack?



   

                   

Jack?



   

                   

Man, slow down



   

                   

We'll get there



   

                   

Take your time



   

                   

So we'll just keep on

walking anyway



   

                   

We have for you the one and only,



   

                   

the challenger,

Dancing Joe Caccelli.



   

                   

In the red corner,

the WBA Champion,



   

                   

Buffalo Bob Johnson.



   

                   

Boxers,

let's get ready to rumble.



   

                   

Oh, well, that's Turkey.



   

                   

Tune into your breathing pattern

and watch the breathing.



   

                   

Breathing naturally,

not forcing it in any way.



   

                   

As you breathe,

begin to hear yourself.



   

                   

Min-nnaaah!



   

                   

Ooooh-waa-haa-haa.

Ooooh-waa-haa-haa.



   

                   

Remember,

breathe to your breathing rhythm.



   

                   

When we breathe out,

there's a natural pause at the end.



   

                   

Before we breathe in again,

try to feel the pause.



   

                   

Just let go until you

breathe in again.



   

                   

In your own breathing rhythm,



   

                   

breathe in naturally,

and out slowly.



   

                   

Pause at the end of the breath.

Feel your eyelids becoming heavy.



   

                   

They tried to pull a stroke, Dolly.

There was an accident.



   

                   

I know he died in a bad way,

but it serves the filthy frog right.



   

                   

He only brought five eggs.



   

                   

- But you gave him all the money.

- We had no choice.



   

                   

He threw Jack in the water. We tried

to save him, not argue about the egg.



   

                   

There was a panic, a communication

problem. There's no trust any more.



   

                   

One wax egg remains

unaccounted for.



   

                   

Two ounces of the emperor's private

store of the plant of immortality.



   

                   

That's about £      worth.

Or ten more years of my life.



   

                   

You have my word. The egg

went down with that French fella.



   

                   

I thought you said this was a one-off.



   

                   

Well, it is a one-off.



   

                   

The feet match. One person.



   

                   

Two feet, though.



   

                   

Well, obviously.



   

                   

Everyone's got two feet.



   

                   

Does anybody know anyone

that hasn't got two feet?



   

                   

Yes!



   

                   

Very amusing, but if you'll excuse me,

I've got vermin at South Shore.



   

                   

Whose feet are they?



   

                   

One minute to ten.



   

                   

Ladies and gentlemen. Come up gently.



   

                   

Are you taking us and our material

to the United States?



   

                   

If you want to, we have to go

on the QE . We never fly.



   

                   

Will you all settle down? Quiet!



   

                   

- I only eat brown bread.

- Sign it before you come through.



   

                   

The terms are the same for all of you.

It's £   for a look.



   

                   

If Mr Tarascas

wants to go any further,



   

                   

a price will be negotiated. All right?



   

                   

Good turnout.



   

                   

Good work, Larry.

Let's have the first one.



   

                   

This is Steve.

He's come all the way from Ormskirk.



   

                   

Welcome, Steve.

What do you have to show me?



   

                   

That's what I say

I say yeah, yeah



   

                   

That's what I say, I say...



   

                   

That's what I say, I say...



   

                   

That's what I say, I say...



   

                   

- Bonanza.

- Aznanob.



   

                   

- Dallas.

- Sallad.



   

                   

Stop doing that!



   

                   

- That's funny.

- Thank you. Why didn't you laugh?



   

                   

Larry will check out the patents

on biscuit tin tap dancing.



   

                   

- We might make you an offer.

- Thank you.



   

                   

- Don't forget your biscuit tins.

- I got plenty of them.



   

                   

I...



   

                   

- What's this?

- It was in the ""Times'' yesterday.



   

                   

I doubt many people saw it.

Certainly not this lot.



   

                   

So as far as Blackpool is concerned,

you're still Dick Tarascas.



   

                   

""Legendary comedian George Fawkes

won a standing ovation



   

                   

""when he took over from his vanished

son Tommy, also a comedian.



   

                   

""The whereabouts of Tommy Fawkes

is yet to be established. Police...



   

                   

""say...''



   

                   

- That must have been awful for you.

- Yeah.



   

                   

- You must admire your father.

- He's a hell of a guy.



   

                   

So, who's next?



   

                   

I know you will be good today.



   

                   

And no one knows who you are.



   

                   

Now I must get ready.



   

                   

Remember clapping for yourself

just like your father?



   

                   

More research, is it?



   

                   

People in this town will be angry

when they find out what you're doing.



   

                   

Meaning?



   

                   

£   for a look could become

a keep, and we'd never know.



   

                   

You haven't seen the right people.



   

                   

The ones I'm talking about

turned down the Ed Sullivan Show.



   

                   

I paid to get in here,

I'm allowed to watch, Mr...



   

                   

This afternoon's new talent is keeping

a bit schtumm about his act.



   

                   

Welcome, please,

the amazing Valve Radio.



   

                   

Mann, Billy Mann.



   

                   

And that is not new talent.



   

                   

The fight is on.



   

                   

Why, you!



   

                   

The Buffalo's fierce

and attempts to psyche out Joe.



   

                   

I put a spell on you



   

                   

'Cause you're mine



   

                   

Feel your eyelids becoming

very heavy.



   

                   

I don't wanna feel this way. This is

not the way I'm gonna live my life.



   

                   

- The Dancer explodes.

- You can feel a strong vibration.



   

                   

Anybody in this room

who can't do that?



   

                   

Buffalo lands a hook, a right,

an uppercut. Exploding into Dancer!



   

                   

Having a great smile

really can change your life.



   

                   

A left. A left again.

Joe is stumbling.



   

                   

Must bejelly

Jam don't shake like that



   

                   

- Drop your hand by your sides.

- He's unguarded. Buffalo strikes!



   

                   

- What? Where? When? How? Who?

- He goes down three times.



   

                   

Expel every drop

of air from your body.



   

                   

Buffalo is held back

whileJoe's on the floor.



   

                   

I'm not a beast.



   

                   

- He's given the count.

-   ! Who'll go to   ?



   

                   

- Fill your body...

- He's up.



   

                   

..and let it out.



   

                   

He's down again. Chip is counting.



   

                   

It's been requested that I do

this number for you.



   

                   

In. Out.



   

                   

In. Out.



   

                   

In. Out.



   

                   

- The Dancer's in trouble.

- The man in the moon.



   

                   

He's gonna go.Joe leaning

desperately against the ropes.



   

                   

Hardly knows where he is.



   

                   

Uska Dara is a town in Turkey.



   

                   

In the old days, many women had male

secretaries. Well, that's Turkey.



   

                   

He's confused. I can see

his wife, Laura, up there with him.



   

                   

- He doesn't even know his own wife.

- The man in the moon.



   

                   

Joe's on the deck!



   

                   

Come back!



   

                   

He's brilliant!



   

                   

I'd never have let him

if I had known who he was.



   

                   

I wasn't that surprised when

the detective sergeant told me.



   

                   

I mean, to be that good,

he had to be somebody.



   

                   

I mean, he is good.



   

                   

Jack. Out of trouble means

out of sight, all right?



   

                   

Vanish, or we'll make you vanish.



   

                   

This is your lucky day.



   

                   

I suppose it's just a sentimental

continental point of view



   

                   

But when out with English gentlemen,

what torment I go through



   

                   

Exercising fascinations



   

                   

Till at last I lose my patience



   

                   

For it is hard to understand



   

                   

That in your peculiar land



   

                   

Englishmen never make love by day



   

                   

It can't be helped

It's just their way



   

                   

It isn't good form to be warm



   

                   

In the heat of the sun



   

                   

You mustn't nestle or gaze too much



   

                   

You mustn't whisper or even touch



   

                   

You mustn't reveal what you feel



   

                   

While you're missing the fun



   

                   

You mustn't say darling,

you mustn't hold hands



   

                   

Or give him a hint he might



   

                   

You must just sit and talk

about cricket and glands



   

                   

With no one at all in sight



   

                   

But never despair as you waste away



   

                   

For in spite of your plight

and your deep dismay



   

                   

Though Englishmen

never make love by day



   

                   

At night they're quite all right



   

                   

Englishmen wait

for the clock to chime



   

                   

They won't light up

till lighting-up time



   

                   

They think it's a sin to begin



   

                   

In the afternoon



   

                   

No matter how fond

they feel of you



   

                   

They won't say so

if the skies are blue



   

                   

It isn't the thing in the spring



   

                   

Or theJuniest June



   

                   

You can hear the thud

of their Saxon blood



   

                   

As they sit there all polite



   

                   

Like a block of wood

or a stick in the mud



   

                   

Saying '"Is that so?'"and '"Quite'"



   

                   

Just why it should be

it is hard to say



   

                   

They know that we know

that they know the way



   

                   

But though Englishmen never

make love by day



   

                   

At night they're quite all right



   

                   

It's a good house. I need a drink.



   

                   

That was very exciting.



   

                   

I used to represent this bombshell.

I used to represent all this lot.



   

                   

This is Bruno, Thomas and Jack Parker,

the funniest people ever in Blackpool.



   

                   

- And this is Bruno's ex, Katie.

- I know you.



   

                   

I'm honoured to meet you.

I'd like to see your material.



   

                   

You see, boys,

Mr Tarascas is buying material.



   

                   

I'll explain all this properly to you.

And paying very good money, too.



   

                   

Only if I decide that...

Yeah, sure, for instance...



   

                   

Jack, I'll make you a big offer for

that tape. The tape is fabulous.



   

                   

Hah!





 

                   

They won't light up

till lighting-up time



 

                   

They think it's a sin to begin



 

                   

In the afternoon



 

                   

No matter how fond

they feel of you



 

                   

They won't say so

if the skies are blue



 

                   

It isn't the thing in the spring



 

                   

Or theJuniest June



 

                   

You can hear the thud

of their Saxon blood



 

                   

As they sit there all polite



  

                   

Like a block of wood

or a stick in the mud



  

                   

Saying '"Is that so?'"and '"Quite'"



  

                   

Just why it should be

it is hard to say



  

                   

They know that we know

that they know the way



  

                   

But though Englishmen never

make love by day



  

                   

At night they're quite all right



  

                   

It's a good house. I need a drink.



  

                   

That was very exciting.



  

                   

I used to represent this bombshell.

I used to represent all this lot.



  

                   

This is Bruno, Thomas and Jack Parker,

the funniest people ever in Blackpool.



  

                   

- And this is Bruno's ex, Katie.

- I know you.



  

                   

I'm honoured to meet you.

I'd like to see your material.



  

                   

You see, boys,

Mr Tarascas is buying material.



  

                   

I'll explain all this properly to you.

And paying very good money, too.



  

                   

Only if I decide that...

Yeah, sure, for instance...



  

                   

Jack, I'll make you a big offer for

that tape. The tape is fabulous.



  

                   

Hah!



  

                   

Is there a problem?



  

                   

Have I said something un-British?

You don't need the money!



  

                   

Mr Tarascas is a comedian, too.

Very funny.



  

                   

Boys,

I think you'll need my help on this.



  

                   

- It could be worthwhile.

- Great.



  

                   

- Where can I catch your act?

- We haven't done it for twelve years.



  

                   

Yoo-hoo!

You want some of this?



  

                   

La mer, quand voit dancer



  

                   

Two big ones, one little one.

Thank you.



  

                   

Three big...WAHHH!



  

                   

Please!



  

                   

I wanna go.



  

                   

Where I've made a cross.



  

                   

£  ,    for a look. The rest if I buy.



  

                   

Bruno was my husband. I know the act.

I also know about contracts.



  

                   

- Sure.

- Bruno, Thomas...



  

                   

Bruno, look at me.

Thomas, look at me.



  

                   

- We really need the money, Katie.

- Don't sign.



  

                   

- There's something you don't like.

- Yes!



  

                   

Look at page four, where it says  A.

That's what they call a quitclaim.



  

                   

- What's that mean?

- I know you need the money.



  

                   

But you haven't understood.

A quitclaim means that this man,



  

                   

and only this man, can do your act.



  

                   

And us. If we get another chance.



  

                   

No, boys! You're signing away

your right



  

                   

to perform your act,

that you took    years in perfecting.



  

                   

You'll never be able to do it again.



  

                   

Haven't you grasped the point?

They're never going to work again!



  

                   

You understood this. You bastard!



  

                   

- You don't have a high opinion of me.

- The man's insulted. I'm very sorry.



  

                   

But these are the people

who are being insulted!



  

                   

How do we know that you won't make

such a cock-up of this act



  

                   

that it will never be seen again

in the history of the world?



  

                   

Are you a funny man, Mr Tarascas?

How funny are you?



  

                   

Either they want to trade or they

don't. Nobody's forcing them.



  

                   

You're just a rich, spoiled brat!



  

                   

You don't have the humanity to see

this is not just buying a few jokes.



  

                   

This is buying their lives!

C'est monstrueux.



  

                   

What's more, it is absurd!



  

                   

I have no desire

to buy these gentlemen's lives.



  

                   

I respect your concern,

Mrs Whatever-your-name-is.



  

                   

But this hysterical talk grates on me.

Do we have a deal or don't we?



  

                   

If it's not too much to ask,

may I now see what I risked £     on?



  

                   

Risked.



  

                   

What first?

Looks like a restaurant sketch.



  

                   

You've never seen one like this.

It's got stuff no one ever attempted.



  

                   

- Nobody could touch 'em.

- Good, that's what I want.



  

                   

Stop!



  

                   

Tell them to stop.



  

                   

Stop, lads.



  

                   

Let me see something else.



  

                   

Stop!



  

                   

We've got a routine with a

comedy cabin and a dead fish.



  

                   

I don't want to see it.

Not today, thank you.



  

                   

Oh, boy. Can you beat this?



  

                   

He's probably just lost for words.



  

                   

It wasn't part of the deal,



  

                   

but if you ask nicely, they might do

the beating-each-other-up sketch.



  

                   

- That never fails. It'll kill ya'.

- No!



  

                   

- I don't want any more from them.

- What the hell's the problem?



  

                   

What's the problem? I'll tell you.



  

                   

I've seen all this stuff.

This act doesn't even belong to them.



  

                   

- Then who does it belong to?

- Don't tell me you don't know!



  

                   

OK...

Taking me for a sucker is one thing.



  

                   

Trying to sucker my father is another.

When George Fawkes finds out you...



  

                   

- George Fawkes?

- George is your father? You're Tommy?



  

                   

I am. And I'll tell you

who's angry here. I am!



  

                   

- What about the £  ,   ?

- They should pay, with interest!



  

                   

- You'll be hearing from my lawyers!

- You can reach me at my office.



  

                   

Well, even if it's true,

passing off isn't a UK offence.



  

                   

- What do you mean ""if''?

- I'm afraid you owe them £  ,   .



  

                   

Pay 'em! Go ahead!

Pay 'em the whole amount. £    !



  

                   

What are you saying?



   

                   

It was their material first.

I can't believe it wasn't.



   

                   

Those guys can't lie.



   

                   

Oh, God, tell them I'm sorry.

It's not them I'm angry at.



   

                   

My father stole material.



   

                   

Gosh! I see.



   

                   

- I had a little red car.

- Yes. You drove it into everything.



   

                   

Did the sun shine every day?



   

                   

No. You were just a little boy.

You were six when you left.



   

                   

But we were happy, right?

Why did we leave in such a hurry?



   

                   

Why did we never see you again?



   

                   

Yes, it was a special time.



   

                   

We worked together, we laughed

together, we lived together.



   

                   

Something was bound to happen.



   

                   

Then it was time for you to go.



   

                   

Your father took

his little boy, his lovely wife



   

                   

and an act that didn't belong to him.



   

                   

We never heard from him again.



   

                   

He left us with nothing.



   

                   

Sorry, I...



   

                   

Well, not quite nothing.



   

                   

What do you mean?



   

                   

- Why are you laughing?

- You're so opposite. HaIf-brothers.



   

                   

My God, it's so funny.



   

                   

Tommy, what did you expect to find?



   

                   

Be my love



   

                   

For no one else can

end this yearning



   

                   

This need that

you and you alone create



   

                   

Just fill my arms

the way you fill my...



   

                   

Tommy! Your father is worried

to death. He's in the pool.



   

                   

Hold on. Wait a minute. Hold on.

Don't go away.



   

                   

Don't tell Dad I called. I want to

tell him everything in my own way.



   

                   

George!

Quick, it's Tommy. He's on the phone.



   

                   

Forget the shoes.



   

                   

I'm hurrying, I'm hurrying.

Martha, hold that, please.



   

                   

Hello, Tommy?

You were great! They were bastards.



   

                   

Did they come to laugh or be embalmed?



   

                   

Your mom thinks you're in Hawaii,

I think you're with that snake woman.



   

                   

Don't feel you have to tell us

where you are.



   

                   

- I feel I should tell you where I am.

- You don't have to.



   

                   

I want to tell you where I am.



   

                   

- OK, where are you?

- Blackpool.



   

                   

- You're where?

- Where is he?



   

                   

That's right, I'm in Blackpool.



   

                   

And Dad, I know everything.



   

                   

What's he saying?



   

                   

It's not a breakdown, is it?



   

                   

Quiet! I'm trying to listen.

How did you find them?



   

                   

They found me.



   

                   

I'm coming over.



   

                   

- Please don't come over.

- I'm coming.



   

                   

It would be better for me if you...



   

                   

Tommy?



   

                   

Don't do it, Dad. Please don't.



   

                   

Tommy?



   

                   

I lost him.



   

                   

Where are you going?



   

                   

Do I get any kind of explanation?



   

                   

Look, I want to spend time with you.

I think we can help each other.



   

                   

Show me whatever you want.

I'm not afraid to learn.



   

                   

You see...I don't have long left.



   

                   

Your mother told me to leave you

alone, but you can't shock me.



   

                   

I want you to know that.



   

                   

Jack?



   

                   

Silly thing.



   

                   

That's all?



   

                   

Poor Marcel. He was a real buddy.



   

                   

I've known him

since we were in the army together.



   

                   

You were in the army?



   

                   

I didn't know that.



   

                   

What regiment might that be?



   

                   

Here you go.



   

                   

That hurt! That really hurt!

It shouldn't hurt.



   

                   

- That's a straight nap.

- You didn't pull your punch.



   

                   

- A pulled punch is called a nap.

- Then give me a nap.



   

                   

You can't if you want big laughs,

can ya?



   

                   

But we're rehearsing. You'll kill me.



   

                   

- I'll show you another way.

- Good.



   

                   

- Wait. I've had it with the slaps.

- It won't hurt, honest.



   

                   

Don't flinch or I won't hit you.



   

                   

It didn't hurt.



   

                   

Now what?



   

                   

It's up your sleeve. The audience

think it's in the newspaper.



   

                   

But you keep it up your sleeve.

Let it out through the newspaper.



   

                   

That's neat.



   

                   

That's really neat.



   

                   

Did you see this?



   

                   

You stole two feet?



   

                   

A part of you guys has always

stayed with me.



   

                   

Yeah, the act.



   

                   

What's he like?



   

                   

I believe he's greater,



   

                   

funnier than any of us.



   

                   

It's like...



   

                   

If we'd wanted the funniest child

at the expense of everything else,



   

                   

then our prayers were answered.



   

                   

Too loudly.



   

                   

- You know, people say love child?

- Yes, in the sixties. Go on.



   

                   

I know you and Katie were in love.

I don't mind. Honest, I don't.



   

                   

But it's like he's a laugh child.



   

                   

And we've all paid for it.



   

                   

Shall I pull him back up?



   

                   

Shall I?



   

                   

Shall I?



   

                   

After the accident,

they told us to plead that he was



   

                   

maladjusted. To put him in a home.



   

                   

Let me out.



   

                   

The comedy

of the magnificent shambles.



   

                   

Purposeful, intentional chaos.



   

                   

If it isn't funny,

you die a double death. Right?



   

                   

Isn't that right?



   

                   

OK, let's start.



   

                   

I never saw anything funny that

wasn't terrible, didn't cause pain.



   

                   

Jack believed that

more than any of us.



   

                   

He saw things

he shouldn't have seen.



   

                   

It wasn't Katie's fault.

Francesco used to bait him with it.



   

                   

No!



   

                   

Why did you stop?



   

                   

Did they laugh? In Vegas,

when you took over the spot?



   

                   

- You know about that?

- Did they laugh?



   

                   

You know the one they liked best?

The joke I bought from Sammy Feingold



   

                   

two days before his triple bypass.

Or   days before his double bypass.



   

                   

- It's wartime France, right?

- I don't want to hear it.



   

                   

There's a dogfight, and in it is

François the Fighter Pilot.



   

                   

Dad! I don't want to hear it.



   

                   

He takes a hit. His plane is on fire

and crashes in a cornfield.



   

                   

Please, stop. I'm asking you to stop.



   

                   

Wait a minute. This girl comes running

out of the farmhouse



   

                   

and pulls his body from the blaze.

She nurses him back to health.



   

                   

- I don't wanna hear it.

- Tommy, listen.



   

                   

This is terrific! He takes her

on a picnic to show his gratitude.



   

                   

I don't wanna hear

any more funny stories!



   

                   

Why are you so angry?



   

                   

Because the King of Originality

stole his act,



   

                   

because Mr Generosity is

a thief and a liar,



   

                   

because now I know

why Mother is the way she is,



   

                   

and because the Parkers brought up

your son and lost everything!



   

                   

I'm angry because for    years

I had this memory



   

                   

of sunshine and smiling people.



   

                   

It wasn't all sunshine

and smiles for them.



   

                   

We left them a lifetime of pain.



   

                   

Tommy, hear me! Tommy!



   

                   

What happened

happened because of love.



   

                   

We left because Katie got pregnant.

We both thought it was for the best.



   

                   

I'd have gotten in touch, but I

thought I'd done enough damage.



   

                   

Why did you steal their whole act?

Because you loved them so much?



   

                   

No, because I wanted a new act

that no one had seen in the States.



   

                   

I was ambitious. Is that a crime?

Did you never steal material, son?



   

                   

I knew their act.

It was a way in for me.Just a way in.



   

                   

I did it a couple of years,

then I became a joke man.



   

                   

Let me tell you something straight.



   

                   

About what kills me.



   

                   

It kills me that I got lazy,

using writers, not using me.



   

                   

We were funny! We didn't have to tell

funny stories. We were funny.



   

                   

We had funny bones!



   

                   

And what kills me most is watching

my own son flop time after time.



   

                   

However much I spent on writers and

coaches, it hasn't worked for you.



   

                   

It's like you're too educated

to be funny.



   

                   

All this analysis. I did that!



   

                   

There are two types of comedians.



   

                   

A funny bones comedian,

and a non-funny bones comedian.



   

                   

They're both funny.

One is funny, the other tells funny.



   

                   

And Tommy...



   

                   

It's time you knew...and this

kills me the most,



   

                   

but you're neither.



   

                   

You're not funny.



   

                   

Know it now. They're not gonna cheer

for you, no matter what you do.



   

                   

Did you fix it for the Parkers

to perform?



   

                   

The brothers, not the boy.

I'm trying to make it up to them.



   

                   

- Why not the boy?

- He killed a guy!



   

                   

A boxer kills a guy,

he maybe gets another fight.



   

                   

A clown kills a guy, you have

to admit that's bad box office.



   

                   

He's not like that. He's not crazy.

And for God's sake, he's your son.



   

                   

I'm sorry.

Even God couldn't swing that one.



   

                   

But the brothers are taken care of.

They're topping the bill.



   

                   

They happy?



   

                   

I've been diggin'my...



   

                   

I can't work anywhere anyway.

The policeman won't let me.



   

                   

Jack, my darling,



   

                   

this man Sharkey,

this horrible policeman,



   

                   

I will use all my power

to make him disappear for ever.



   

                   

I promise.



   

                   

Jack.



   

                   

Our suffering is special.



   

                   

The pain we feel is

worse than anyone else.



   

                   

But the sunrise we see is

more beautiful than anyone else.



   

                   

The Parkers is...like the moon.



   

                   

There's one side forever dark.

Invisible. As it should be.



   

                   

But remember, the dark moon

draws the tides also.



   

                   

Our time has come.



   

                   

That's the most wonderful thing

you've said in years.



   

                   

That's the only thing I said in years.



   

                   

And so it is



   

                   

that Blackpool welcomes back...



   

                   

George Fawkes!



   

                   

George, by the way,

when the time comes...



   

                   

I love this town!



   

                   

- You clapped for yourself yet?

- No.



   

                   

Let's hope we're not

the only ones who do.



   

                   

- That feels better.

- You're right. It does.



   

                   

Jack...



   

                   

Jesus Christ!



   

                   

Wait a minute! Are you in the circus?



   

                   

Are you a policeman?

Same answer. Sometimes.



   

                   

Are you French? You smell French.



   

                   

You smell like a toilet.

Look at you. What happened?



   

                   

Bill, Richard? Find Jack Parker!



   

                   

Who are you?



   

                   

I am Cleopatra, queen of all Egypt



   

                   

and goddess of love.



   

                   

- What's wrong with your trousers?

- Never mind. Find Jack Parker now.



   

                   

I've called in some more men.

I don't like it. I've seen...



   

                   

..faces. Cleopatra.



   

                   

Slaves.



   

                   

- How do you mean?

- I don't know.



   

                   

But it's all getting a bit French.

And I don't like it.



   

                   

He whose invisible perfume

will carry as swift as fear



   

                   

shall my asp find

and take with me to my grave.



   

                   

And I, breathless,



   

                   

power breathe forth!



   

                   

- What happened to your trousers?

- It's nothing.



   

                   

Best of luck, boys.



   

                   

We miss them.

We welcome them back!



   

                   

Ladies and gentlemen,

I give you



   

                   

the Parker Brothers!



   

                   

- Everything all right, boys?

- Great.



   

                   

It's talcum powder.



   

                   

Get off me!



   

                   

Vive la resistance!



   

                   

You OK?



   

                   

We got a call from Sharkey.

No one knows where he is.



   

                   

Come on.



   

                   

Who's doing the sway pole?

Give us five minutes. I'll be back.



   

                   

Boys, your sway pole is ready.



   

                   

The finale.



   

                   

Climb the lamppost!



   

                   

Tommy!



   

                   

What?



   

                   

They're beginning to like you!











  

 
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