Cole Porter Review - Script

                                   
                                   UNDER MY SKIN: COLE PORTER IN REVIEW

                                                   by

                                          Scott Patrick Wagner

                                  
								  
								  
				   Curtain up on old man (COLE) in
                                   wheelchair, not awake, and hooked up to
                                   a beeping heart monitor. The monitor
                                   turns to a steady, continuous note,
                                   signifying that his heart has stopped. 
                                   A DOCTOR and a NURSE rush in. They try
                                   tending to him, eventually shutting off
                                   the heart monitor.

                                   DOCTOR
            It's no use, nurse. There was nothing more we could do for
            Mr. Porter. It was his time.

                                   In the same key as the heart monitor
                                   note, a group of heavenly offstage
                                   voices sing the opening chord for
                                   HEAVEN HOP.

                                   The NURSE, still facing U.S., does a
                                   quick costume trick, turning her
                                   uniform into an angel outfit, complete
                                   with wings that pop out the back. She
                                   turns to face D.S.

                                   NURSE/ANGEL
            UP IN HEAVEN'S HAPPY PORTALS
            WHERE THE PARTIES NEVER STOP

                                   Two other female ANGELS join her.

                                   GIRL ANGELS
            ALL THE DEBONAIR IMMORTALS
            DO A DANCE CALLED THE HEAVEN HOP

                                   One BOY ANGEL joins them.

                                   ANGELS
            IN THIS BIG CELESTIAL CENTER

                                   Another BOY ANGEL joins them.

                                   ANGELS
            IT'S THE ONLY DANCE THEY DO
            SO BEFORE YOU TRY TO ENTER

                                   On the musical bump, the DOCTOR sprouts
                                   angel wings and turns D.S.

                                   DOCTOR/ANGEL
            YOU BETTER START DOIN' IT TOO

                                   With COLE sitting "dead" in his
                                   wheelchair, all the ANGELS continue the
                                   song.

                                   ANGELS
            SPREAD YOUR WINGS AND START THEM FLAPPIN'
            LIFT YOUR FEET AND SET THEM TAPPIN'
            START RIGHT NOW, AND DO THE HEAVEN HOP
            HOP, THE HEAVEN HOP
            WAG YOUR ANKLES TO THAT METER
            LET YOUR SHOULDERS GENTLY TEETER
            IF YOU WANT TO PLEASE SAINT PETER
            TAKE UP THE HEAVEN HOP
            WHERE ALL THE ANGELS PLAY LOW
            ON THEIR HARPS OF GOLD
            KNEEL AND PRAY LOW
            THEN GET UP AND SHAKE YOUR HALO
            LET THAT RHYTHM FILTER THROUGH YA
            TILL YOU HOLLER "HALLELUJAH?"
            START RIGHT NOW AND DO THE HEAVEN HOP
            HOP THE HEAVEN HOP
            HEAVEN, I'M GONNA TAKE YOU TO HEAVEN
            WE'RE GONNA SHOW YOU THAT HEAVEN
            WHERE ALL THE ANGELS HOP, HOP, THE HEAVEN HOP

                                   Suddenly, COLE breaks out of his
                                   wheelchair (as well as his grey wig),
                                   and joins the ANGELS.

                                   COLE
            ALL OF THE ANGELS PLAY LOW
            ON THEIR HARPS OF GOLD

                                   COLE AND ANGELS
            KNEEL AND PRAY LOW

                                   COLE
            THEN GET UP AND SHAKE YOUR HALO

                                   ANGELS continue singing as COLE does
                                   tap solo.

                                   ANGELS
            LET THAT RHYTHM FILTER THROUGH YA
            TILL YOU HOLLER

                                   ALL
            "HALLELUJAH!"
            START RIGHT NOW AND DO THE HEAVEN HOP.

                                   Number ends with a big finish. COLE and
                                   ANGELS take a bow and ANGELS exit.

                                   COLE
            Not bad for a dead guy, huh?  Not to mention one with two
            smashed legs.  But we'll talk about that later, with your
            permission.  The explanation I really feel I do owe you at
            the moment is why I'm even here.  I realize that we do seem
            to be playing fast and loose with time and space--not to
            mention the fabric of the cosmos--but the truth is, every
            time you came to see one of my musicals, half the fun was
            leaving reality with the coat-check girl, now wasn't it? 
            It's the way we all wanted it.  It's the way you might wish
            it still were.  And considering how the world has gone since
            I left in 1964, who could blame you?
            Yes...I've kept my eye on things.  The view from heaven is
            quite panoramic...we can see everything.
                          (To an audience member:)
            And by the way, sir, kudos to you on last Thursday night. 
            That was quite athletic.
                          (Back to full audience:)
            I'd like to strike up a little deal with you kind people. 
            I'll do my best to give you the straight poop on my humble
            little life, if you'll afford me an intermittent
            embellishment...what would life--or death--be without 'em? 
            And since 1940s audiences were willing to believe I looked
            like Cary Grant, perhaps you good people could tolerate just
            a soupcon of theatrical license.  That was French, by the
            way.  You remember the French, don't you?  I believe they
            gave us Freedom toast.

                                   COLE smirks as he exits, as ANYTHING
                                   GOES begins.

                                   As the CHORUS sings, they play out a
                                   series of contemporary "scandalous"
                                   situations (gay marriage, Monica
                                   Lewinsky, etc.).

                                   CHORUS
            TIMES HAVE CHANGED
            AND WE'VE OFTEN REWOUND THE CLOCK
            SINCE THE PURITANS GOT A SHOCK
            WHEN THEY LANDED ON PLYMOUTH ROCK.
            IF TODAY, ANY SHOCK THEY SHOULD TRY TO STEM, 'STEAD OF
            LANDING ON PLYMOUTH ROCK
            PLYMOUTH ROCK WOULD LAND ON THEM.
            IN OLDEN DAYS A GLIMPSE OF STOCKING
            WAS LOOKED ON AS SOMETHING SHOCKING
            BUT NOW, GOD KNOWS, ANYTHING GOES.
            GOOD AUTHORS TOO WHO ONCE KNEW BETTER WORDS NOW ONLY USE FOUR
            LETTER WORDS
            WRITING PROSE
            ANYTHING GOES.
            THE WORLD HAS GONE MAD TODAY
            AND GOOD'S BAD TODAY
            AND BLACK'S WHITE TODAY
            AND DAY'S NIGHT TODAY
            WHEN MOST GUYS TODAY THAT WOMEN PRIZE TODAY
            ARE JUST SILLY GIGOLOS.
            AND THOUGH I'M NOT A GREAT ROMANCER
            I KNOW THAT YOU'RE BOUND TO ANSWER
            WHEN I PROPOSE,
            ANYTHING GOES.

                                   Song ends, CHORUS exits as COLE returns
                                   to the stage.

                                   COLE
            When one thinks of the songwriters who were working at the
            same time as I--Irving Berlin, the Gershwin boys--the thought
            that comes to mind is a romantic image of humble origins,
            inspiring stories of struggling immigrants starting with
            nothing and making it big in this great country.  I, as you
            can no doubt tell from the accent, came from Latvia.  We were
            itinerant duck farmers, who came to this country with nothing
            but the clothes on our backs, covered as they were with duck
            fuzz.
            Actually, I came from money.  We were the Porters of Peru,
            Indiana, privileged and Protestant.  My grandfather made his
            fortune in coal.  I've often wondered if I was named in
            tribute to soot.  I prefer to think I was named after the
            slaw.  In any event, while my songwriting peers were learning
            from the college of hard knocks, I was at Yale.

                                   Four COLLEGIANS sing BINGO ELI YALE

                                   COLLEGIANS
            BINGO, BINGO
            BINGO, BINGO, BINGO, THAT'S THE LINGO
            ELI IS BOUND TO WIN
            THERE'S TO BE A VICTORY
            SO WATCH THE TEAM BEGIN
            BINGO, BINGO
            HARVARD'S TEAM CANNOT PREVAIL
            FIGHT, FIGHT
            FIGHT WITH ALL YOUR MIGHT
            FOR BINGO, BINGO, ELI, YALE!

                                   COLLEGIANS exit, and a DEAN enters and
                                   crosses to COLE.

                                   COLE
            After Yale, I started Harvard Law School.  It wasn't what
            you'd call auspicious, at least not by the Dean of the Law
            School.

                                   DEAN
            Mr. Porter, perhaps I might suggest that you not waste your
            time studying the law, but instead focus on that music that
            you seem so preoccupied with.

                                   COLE
            Hmmm... Okey-dokey!

                                   DEAN
            Mr. Porter, I was being humorous!

                                   COLE
            That's debatable.  See ya!

                                   DEAN exits.

                                   COLE (CONT'D)
            So I left Harvard. My grandfather, who determined the size of
            my trust fund, was not amused. In fact, he cut me off
            entirely.  But mother--dear mother--gave me a couple of her
            millions, and everything was aces.  I even wrote my first
            musical: See America First!

                                   Five AMERICANS enter and sing SEE
                                   AMERICA FIRST.

                                   AMERICANS
            DON'T LEAVE AMERICA
            JUST STICK AROUND THE U.S.A.
            ROOT FOR AMERICA
            AND GET THAT GRAND OLD STRAIN OF
            YANKEE DOODLE IN YOUR NOODLE
            CHEER FOR AMERICA
            ALTHOUGH YOUR VOCAL CHORDS MAY BURST
            AND IF YOU EVER TAKE AN OUTING
            LEAVE THE STATION SHOUTING
            SEE AMERICA
            SEE AMERICA
            SEE AMERICA FIRST!

                                   COLE
            "See America First" was a big...disaster. So I joined the
            French Foreign Legion. Or maybe I didn't.

                                   AMERICAN 1
            He volunteered in some ambulance corps behind the lines.

                                   AMERICAN 2
            He was part of the battle front in France.

                                   AMERICAN 3
            He never enlisted.

                                   AMERICAN 4
            Cole told me he got into the Foreign Legion because the only
            requirement was getting weighed.

                                   AMERICAN 3
            I saw him strutting up and down the boulevards of Paris in a
            cadet's uniform one day and a colonel's uniform the next.
            Complete disregard of regulation.

                                   COLE
            I was fond of the uniforms. Look, I plan to be completely
            honest with you good people tonight. I'm dead...what do I
            care?  But this is one of those spots where there are several
            different versions of the same story, and I created most of
            them. I suppose I could tell you which is the real
            truth...but isn't it more fun sometimes to choose the truth
            you like best?

                                   AMERICANS exit as PARISIAN enters.

                                   COLE (CONT'D)
            And by the way, that song, "See America First"? People have
            debated whether I was serious about that sentiment, or
            whether I was being ironic. You can choose your truth there
            also...but I'll be in Paris.

                                   COLE moves to a cafe table as PARISIAN,
                                   joined by two other PARISIANS, sings a
                                   beautiful harmonic version of I LOVE
                                   PARIS.

                                   COLE (CONT'D)
            The truth is, I love to travel. It hit me the moment I got
            out of Peru, Indiana. I want to go to all the places I've
            never been. So I stayed in Paris after the war...and ended up
            in some very new places.

                                   PARISIANS
            EV'RY TIME I LOOK DOWN
            ON THIS TIMELESS TOWN,
            WHETHER BLUE OR GRAY BE HER SKIES,
            WHETHER LOUD BE HER CHEERS
            OR WHETHER SOFT BE HER TEARS,
            MORE AND MORE DO I REALIZE
            I LOVE PARIS IN THE SPRINGTIME,
            I LOVE PARIS IN THE FALL,
            I LOVE PARIS IN THE WINTER, WHEN IT DRIZZLES, I LOVE PARIS IN
            THE SUMMER, WHEN IT SIZZLES,
            I LOVE PARIS EV'RY MOMENT,
            EV'RY MOMENT OF THE YEAR.
            I LOVE PARIS,
            WHY, OH, WHY DO I LOVE PARIS?
            BECAUSE MY LOVE IS NEAR.

                                   Underscore continues as lyric fades.

                                   COLE
            In Paris all is la soiree, and I am le playboy.

                                   LINDA approaches COLE at his table.

                                   LINDA
            Pardon my boldness, but there isn't another open table in
            sight.

                                   COLE
            No...this does seem to be the only one around, doesn't it? 
            Won't you please join me?

                                   LINDA
            Thank you.  I'm Linda Thomas. Has anyone ever mentioned you
            bear a striking resemblance to Cary Grant?

                                   COLE
            And you to Alexis Smith, I'm sure.

                                   LINDA
            Perhaps it's the Parisian air, but I find you most
            attractive.  I think I could be falling in love with you.

                                   COLE
                          (Putting his hand on hers)
            Linda, it's all right.  We're not doing the sanitized
            version.

                                   LINDA
            We're...not?

                                   COLE
            I promised them the real story.  Well, the more interesting
            versions of it, at least.

                                   LINDA
            So...we're letting them know that I divorced a man who beat
            me, and don't care if I never talk to another heterosexual?

                                   COLE
            Yes, my darling. And what a happy coincidence that you landed
            on my spot of gay Paree.

                                   LINDA
            And it's fine that you don't look like Cary Grant.

                                   COLE
            Who won't be making his first movie for another twelve years.

                                   MALE SOLO SINGER enters and sings EASY
                                   TO LOVE as Cole and Linda talk
                                   intimately.

                                   MALE SOLO SINGER
            YOU'D BE SO EASY TO LOVE
            SO EASY TO IDOLIZE ALL OTHERS ABOVE
            SO WORTH THE YEARNING FOR
            SO SWELL TO KEEP EVERY HOME FIRE BURNING FOR
            AND WE WOULD BE SO GRAND AT THE GAME
            SO CAREFREE TOGETHER THAT IT DOES SEEM A SHAME
            THAT YOU CAN'T SEE YOUR FUTURE WITH ME
            'CAUSE YOU'D BE, OH, SO EASY TO LOVE

                                   LINDA
            I do love you, you know.

                                   COLE
            And I you. Just not in any fashion that includes...wetness.

                                   LINDA
            It is odd, Coley, being this forthright about the way we love
            each other.

                                   COLE
            Do you miss romance, Linda?

                                   LINDA
            No...just the illusion of it...

                                   COLE
            Well, heck, no need to deprive ourselves of that!
                          (He takes her hand.)
            Cue the music, and let the illusion begin!

                                   Intro to SO IN LOVE begins, as COLE
                                   leads LINDA away from the table.

                                   COLE (CONT'D)
            STRANGE DEAR, BUT TRUE DEAR
            WHEN I'M CLOSE TO YOU, DEAR
            THE STARS FILL THE SKY
            SO IN LOVE WITH YOU AM I

                                   BORIS KOCHNO (pronounced "COCK-no"),
                                   handsome Russian ballet dancer, enters
                                   with BALLERINA. They are dancing a pas
                                   de deux as Cole sings.

                                   COLE (CONT'D)
            EVEN WITHOUT YOU
            MY ARMS FOLD ABOUT YOU
            YOU KNOW DARLING WHY
            SO IN LOVE WITH YOU AM I

                                   Cole's focus becomes split, as he
                                   notices Boris.  The dancers continue
                                   moving to the underscore.

                                   COLE (CONT'D)
                          (spoken, to Linda)
            Who is that?

                                   LINDA
            That's a ballerina, Cole.

                                   COLE
            No...the other one.

                                   LINDA
            That's Boris Kochno. He's Russian.

                                   COLE
            Yes...he certainly is.

                                   Cole returns to Linda and the song, but
                                   his focus continues to stray to Boris.

                                   COLE
            IN LOVE WITH THE NIGHT MYSTERIOUS
            THE NIGHT WHEN YOU FIRST WERE THERE
            IN LOVE WITH MY JOY DELIRIOUS
            WHEN I KNEW THAT YOU COULD CARE

                                   Linda pulls Cole's focus back to her.

                                   LINDA
            I thought this was supposed to be my illusion.

                                   COLE
            Yes, sorry.

                                   He finishes the song, fully to her.

                                   COLE (CONT'D)
            SO TAUNT ME, AND HURT ME
            DECEIVE ME, DESERT ME
            I'M YOURS, TILL I DIE.....
            SO IN LOVE.... SO IN LOVE....
            SO IN LOVE WITH YOU, MY LOVE... AM I

                                   Song ends. Boris and Ballerina have
                                   exited.

                                   COLE gets down on one knee before
                                   LINDA.

                                   LINDA
            Cole...is this a proposal?

                                   COLE
            Here's my proposal, Linda. You're through with men who paw
            you or worse.  I promise never to hit you or turn
            heterosexual.  Marriage will get you back into cafe society,
            and it'll get me a raise in my trust fund.  Shall we pool our
            resources?

                                   LINDA
            I do love you....without the wetness.

                                   [Alternate line for Linda if the
                                   actress is not a strong singer:]

                                   LINDA
            I'll marry you on one condition...that this is the only time
            I'll have to sing.

                                   Intro begins for IT'S DE-LOVELY.

                                   COLE
            Then let's put on a wedding!
            I FEEL A SUDDEN URGE TO SING
            THE KIND OF DITTY THAT INVOKES THE SPRING
            SO, CONTROL YOUR DESIRE TO CURSE
            WHILE I CRUCIFY THE VERSE

                                   LINDA
            THIS VERSE YOU'VE STARTED SEEMS TO ME
            THE "TIN PAN-TITHESIS" OF MELODY
            SO TO SPARE US ALL THE PAIN,
            PLEASE SKIP THE DARN THING AND SING THE REFRAIN

                                   COLE
            MI-MI-MI-MI, RE-RE-RE-RE, DO-SO-MI-DO-LA-SI
            THE NIGHT IS YOUNG, THE SKIES ARE CLEAR
            AND IF YOU WANT TO GO WALKING, DEAR
            IT'S DELIGHTFUL, IT'S DELICIOUS, IT'S DE-LOVELY
            TWO OTHER COUPLES plus MINISTER enter, behind COLE and LINDA.
            COUPLES AND MINISTER
            SEE THE CROWD IN THAT CHURCH
            SEE THE PROUD PARSON PLOPPED ON HIS PERCH
            GET THE SWEET BEAT OF THAT ORGAN SEALING OUR DOOM
            HERE GOES THE GROOM, BOOM!

                                   COLE
            HOW THEY CHEER AND HOW THEY SMILE
            AS WE GO GALLOPING DOWN THE AISLE

                                   LINDA
            IT'S DELIGHTFUL, IT'S DELICIOUS

                                   COLE
            IT'S DELECTABLE, IT'S DELIRIOUS

                                   LINDA
            IT'S DILEMMA,

                                   COLE
            IT'S DE-LIMIT

                                   LINDA
            IT'S DELUXE--

                                   COLE
            IT'S DE-REAMY
            IT'S DE-ROUSY
            IT'S DE-REVERIE
            COLE AND LINDA
            IT'S DE-RHAPSODIE
            IT'S DE-REGAL, IT'S DE-ROYAL, IT'S DE-RITZ

                                   ALL
            IT'S DE-LOVELY

                                   COLE
            WE SETTLE DOWN AS MAN AND WIFE
            TO SOLVE THE RIDDLE CALLED MARRIED LIFE
            IT'S DELIGHTFUL, IT'S DELICIOUS, IT'S DE-LOVELY

                                   All but Cole and Linda exit.

                                   COLE
            Ah, the riddle called married life.

                                   LINDA
            More like a knock-knock joke.

                                   BORIS reenters.

                                   BORIS
            Knock knock.

                                   COLE
            Who's there?

                                   LINDA
            Boris--

                                   BORIS
            --Kochno.

                                   COLE
            Kochno who?

                                   BORIS
            Kochno what it likes.

                                   Cole sings ALL OF YOU to Boris as Linda
                                   pretends it doesn't bother her.

                                   COLE
            I LOVE THE LOOK OF YOU,
            THE LURE OF YOU
            THE SWEET OF YOU,
            AND THE PURE OF YOU
            THE EYES, THE ARMS, AND THE MOUTH OF YOU
            THE EAST, WEST, NORTH, AND THE SOUTH OF YOU
            I'D LOVE TO GAIN COMPLETE CONTROL OF YOU HANDLE EVEN THE
            HEART AND SOUL OF YOU
            LOVE AT LEAST A SMALL PERCENT OF ME DO
            'CAUSE I LOVE ALL OF YOU

                                   Cole and Boris exit, intimately. Linda
                                   speaks to the audience.

                                   LINDA
            Look, my husband's romantic life was no secret to me. But I
            did not wish it wagged under my nose, and I would not be made
            a public mockery.

                                   COLE reenters.

                                   LINDA (CONT'D)
            As long as Cole kept things private--

                                   COLE
            Boris and I just had the most spectac--

                                   Linda gently--but very directly--puts
                                   her hand up to Cole's cheek,
                                   interrupting him.

                                   LINDA
            Did I ask, darling?

                                   A moment passes between them, Linda
                                   stolid and Cole frustrated. Then they
                                   turn to the audience.

                                   COLE
            The 1920s were a fine time for "les Colporteurs."

                                   LINDA
            That's what our French friends called us.

                                   COLE
            I wonder if they knew that the literal translation is "Bible
            salesman."

                                   LINDA
            I suspect not.

                                   COLE
            It wasn't, however, a fine time for the songwriting career of
            Mister le Coleporteur. So what does a fellow like me do
            during nine years of flops?

                                   ENSEMBLE MEMBERS enter with suitcases
                                   and trunks.

                                   COLE (CONT'D)
            Travel!

                                   Ensemble begin singing DON'T FENCE ME
                                   IN. The descriptions of the Porters'
                                   exotic and luxurious travel go in
                                   contrast to the rustic lyrics.

                                   ENSEMBLE
            OH, GIVE ME LAND, LOTS OF LAND
            UNDER STARRY SKIES ABOVE
            DON'T FENCE ME IN

                                   COLE
            Why fret that I wasn't welcome on Broadway? There was an
            around-the-world cruise to pack for!

                                   ENSEMBLE
            LET ME RIDE THROUGH THE
            WIDE OPEN COUNTRY THAT I LOVE
            DON'T FENCE ME IN

                                   COLE
            And when we stayed on the Continent, Venice and the Lido were
            just a first-class train ride away.

                                   ENSEMBLE
            LET ME BE BY MYSELF IN THE EVENIN' BREEZE
            AND LISTEN TO THE MURMUR OF THE COTTONWOOD TREES
            SEND ME OFF FOREVER BUT I ASK YOU PLEASE
            DON'T FENCE ME IN

                                   COLE
            Our customary style of train travel required eight or nine
            compartments. One each for myself, Linda, her maid, and my
            valet. One for our wardrobes. One for the private bar. And
            however many more we needed for the guests who were coming
            with us...on our ticket, of course.

                                   ENSEMBLE
            JUST TURN ME LOOSE,
            LET ME STRADDLE MY OLD SADDLE
            UNDERNEATH THE WESTERN SKIES
            ON MY CAYUSE,
            LET ME WANDER OVER YONDER
            TILL I SEE THE MOUNTAINS RISE

                                   LINDA
            Dear Cole seems to be compensating for the poor condition of
            his career with the rich status of our lifestyle.

                                   Cole gallivants about with his guests.

                                   ENSEMBLE
            I WANT TO RIDE TO THE RIDGE WHERE THE WEST COMMENCES

                                   LINDA
            Don't let his blase attitude about the theater fool you...he
            wanted it very much.

                                   ENSEMBLE
            AND GAZE AT THE MOON TILL I LOSE MY SENSES

                                   LINDA
            All the time he was away, he was filling up a trunk with
            scores and manuscripts.

                                   ENSEMBLE
            I CAN'T LOOK AT HOBBLES
            AND I CAN'T STAND FENCES
            DON'T FENCE ME IN

                                   Ensemble exits, leaving Cole and Linda.

                                   LINDA
            I think you would have liked Broadway to fence you in just a
            little.

                                   COLE
            That's one way to look at it. Me, I'm being fenced in by
            nobody and nothing. And I like it.

                                   BORIS and OTHER MEN enter and surround
                                   Cole, who sings FIND ME A PRIMITIVE
                                   MAN.

                                   COLE (CONT'D)
            NOW, BEFORE THIS MODERN IDEA HAD BURST
            ABOUT THE WOMEN AND CHILDREN FIRST,
            THE MEN HAD MUCH MORE CHARM THAN THEY HAVE TODAY.
            AND IF ONLY ONE OF THAT TYPE SURVIVED,
            THE VERY MOMENT THAT HE ARRIVED,
            I KNOW I'D FALL IN LOVE IN A GREAT BIG WAY.
            I CAN'T IMAGINE BEING BAD
            WITH ANY ARROW COLLAR AD,
            NOR COULD I TAKE THE SLIGHTEST JOY
            IN WAKING UP A COLLEGE BOY.
            I'VE NO DESIRE TO BE ALONE WITH RUDY VALLEE'S MEGAPHONE,
            SO WHEN I'M SAYING MY PRAYERS, I SAY:
            FIND ME A PRIMITIVE MAN,
            BUILT ON A PRIMITIVE PLAN.
            SOMEONE WITH VIGOR AND VIM.
            I DON'T MEAN A KIND THAT BELONGS TO A CLUB,
            BUT THE KIND THAT HAS A CLUB THAT BELONGS TO HIM.
            I COULD BE THE PERSONAL SLAVE
            OF SOMEONE JUST OUT OF A CAVE.
            AND HE WHO ASPIRES TO BE MY STUD
            MUST REAWAKE MY GYPSY BLOOD.
            FIND ME A PRIMITIVE MAN,
            FIND ME A PRIMITIVE MAN.

                                   COLE
            Who cared about Broadway?  My dance card was filled, and in
            several different cities. And guess who jete'd himself right
            back into the middle of things?

                                   LINDA
            Boris.

                                   BORIS
            Kochno.

                                   Cole and Boris move off to the side,
                                   close. Linda is perturbed.

                                   LINDA
            Yes, I know what I said. This is what I signed on for. But
            you may have already noticed that my husband--in his work and
            in his life--tends to push the envelope. And he and
            his...friend were becoming a bit more public than I found
            comforting.

                                   GIRL TRIO enters.

                                   LINDA (CONT'D)
            Hit it, girls.

                                   They sing MOST GENTLEMEN DON"T LIKE
                                   LOVE as Linda sits and Cole and Boris
                                   dance together.

                                   GIRL TRIO
            MOST GENTLEMEN DON'T LIKE LOVE
            THEY JUST LIKE TO KICK IT AROUND
            MOST GENTLEMEN CAN'T TAKE LOVE
            'CAUSE MOST GENTLEMEN CAN'T BE PROFOUND.
            AS MADAM SAPPHO IS SOME SONNET SAID,
            "A SLAP AND A TICKLE
            IS ALL THAT A FICKLE MALE
            EVER HAS IN HIS HEAD."
            FOR MOST GENTLEMEN DON'T LIKE LOVE
            I'VE BEEN IN LOVE
            AND I KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING OF
            AND, OH, TO MY WOE I HAVE FOUND
            THEY JUST LIKE TO KICK IT AROUND.

                                   The girls sing underscore doo-doos of
                                   the second verse as Cole and Boris
                                   cross to Linda.

                                   COLE
            One thing that was always important to me was that the men I
            loved be good friends with Linda.  It was a great relief that
            Boris made Linda laugh.

                                   Boris and Linda share an apparently
                                   happy moment together.

                                   COLE (CONT'D)
            He met with her approval.
                          (in the direction of Boris and
                           Linda)
            Darling!

                                   Both Linda and Boris look to him,
                                   responding. It becomes clear that Cole
                                   was speaking to Boris, who crosses to
                                   Cole.

                                   Cole and Boris hug. Linda looks
                                   outward, a forced smile on her face.

                                   LINDA
            Girls!

                                   The Girl Trio sings again, under Linda.

                                   GIRL TRIO
            MOST GENTLEMEN DON'T LIKE LOVE
            THEY JUST LIKE TO KICK IT AROUND
            MOST GENTLEMEN CAN'T TAKE LOVE
            'CAUSE MOST GENTLEMEN CAN'T BE PROFOUND.

                                   LINDA
            Am I being unreasonable?  Bitchy, perhaps?  Do I really think
            that most men--Cole--can't be profound?  That he can't take
            love?  Oh, he can...just not from me.

                                   The Girl Trio comes in full volume.

                                   GIRL TRIO
            IN EV'RY LAND, CHILDREN, THEY'RE ALL THE SAME
            A POUNCE IN THE CLOVER
            AND THEN WHEN IT'S OVER
            "SO LONG AND WHAT IS YOUR NAME?"
            FOR MOST GENTLEMEN DON'T LIKE LOVE
            I'VE BEEN IN LOVE
            AND I KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING OF
            AND, OH, TO MY WOE I HAVE FOUND
            THEY JUST LIKE TO KICK IT AROUND.

                                   Song ends. Boris and girls exit, and
                                   Cole returns to Linda.

                                   COLE
            My relationship with Boris lasted for three years.

                                   LINDA
            Which felt like twenty, in dog years.

                                   COLE
            Are you calling me a dog, my angel?

                                   LINDA
            If the flea collar fits...

                                   COLE
            Over time, I had serious relationships with three other men,
            and certainly my share of...assignations.

                                   LINDA
            In which you were quite the ass, darling.

                                   COLE
            My wife was very cosmopolitan when we established
            our...arrangement.  Yet when it went into practice, her
            wordliness seemed to turn to the...old fashioned.

                                   LINDA
            If your...arrangements hadn't started becoming more and more
            of a spectacle, I'm sure I wouldn't have turned to as many
            old-fashioneds.

                                   A WOMAN enters, and sings MAKE IT
                                   ANOTHER OLD FASHIONED, PLEASE. As she
                                   sings, Linda sits at a bar drinking,
                                   while Cole and VARIOUS MEN carouse
                                   among a crowd nearby.

                                   WOMAN
            MAKE IT ANOTHER OLD-FASHIONED, PLEASE
            MAKE IT ANOTHER, DOUBLE, OLD-FASHIONED, PLEASE MAKE IT FOR
            ONE WHO'S DUE
            TO JOIN THE DISILLUSIONED CREW
            MAKE IT FOR ONE OF LOVE'S NEW REFUGEES
            ONCE HIGH IN MY CASTLE,
            I REIGNED SUPREME
            AND OH WHAT A CASTLE,
            BUILT ON A HEAVENLY DREAM
            THEN QUICK AS A LIGHTNING FLASH,
            THAT CASTLE BEGAN TO CRASH
            SO, MAKE IT ANOTHER OLD-FASHIONED, PLEASE LEAVE OUT THE
            CHERRY,
            LEAVE OUT THE ORANGE,
            LEAVE OUT THE BITTERS
            JUST MAKE IT A STRAIGHT RYE.

                                   The others leave, with Cole on one side
                                   of the stage and Linda, sitting at the
                                   bar, at the other.

                                   COLE
            Perhaps you're getting the impression that my wife is
            peripheral to the life I lead. Nothing could be further from
            the truth. Granted, "southern exposure" always transpires
            with others. But that's not the whole story. Linda is utterly
            beautiful, in every way, and I love and cherish her. One
            could even say she was the inspiration for this song.

                                   FIRST MALE and FEMALE enter and perform
                                   YOU'VE GOT THAT THING.

                                   FIRST MALE
            YOU'VE GOT THAT THING, YOU'VE GOT THAT THING
            THAT THING THAT MAKES BIRDS FORGET TO SING
            YES, YOU'VE GOT THAT THING, THAT CERTAIN THING
            YOU'VE GOT THAT CHARM, THAT SUBTLE CHARM
            THAT MAKES YOUNG FARMERS DESERT THE FARM
            'CAUSE YOU'VE GOT THAT THING, THAT CERTAIN THING
            YOU'VE GOT WHAT ADAM CRAVED WHEN HE
            WITH LOVE FOR EVE WAS TORTURED
            SHE ONLY HAD AN APPLE TREE
            BUT YOU, YOU'VE GOT AN ORCHARD
            YOU'VE GOT THOSE WAYS, THOSE TAKING WAYS
            THAT MAKE ME RUSH OFF TO CARTIER'S
            FOR A WEDDING RING, YOU'VE GOT THAT THING

                                   SECOND MALE and FEMALE enter.

                                   SECOND MALE
            YOU'VE GOT THAT THING, YOU'VE GOT THAT THING
            THAT THING THAT MAKES VINES PREFER TO CLING
            YES, YOU'VE GOT THAT THING, THAT CERTAIN THING
            YOU'VE GOT THAT KISS, THAT KISS THAT WARMS THAT MAKES
            REFORMERS REFORM REFORMS
            'CAUSE YOU'VE GOT THAT THING, THAT CERTAIN THING
            THEY TELL US TROJAN HELEN'S LIPS
            MADE EVERY MAN HER SLAVEY
            IF HER FACE LAUNCHED A THOUSAND SHIPS
            WELL, YOURS COULD LAUNCH A NAVY

                                   FIRST MALE
            JUST WHAT MADE SAMSON BE, FOR YEARS
            DELILAH'S LORD AND KEEPER
            SHE ONLY HAD A PAIR OF SHEARS
            BUT YOU--
                                   BOTH MALES
            --YOU'VE GOT A REAPER!
            YOU'VE GOT THAT POWER, THAT POWER TO GRIP
            THAT MAKES ME MAP OUT A WEDDING TRIP
            FOR THE EARLY SPRING, YOU'VE GOT THAT THING

                                   Both COUPLES exit. Linda, still at the
                                   bar, seems to be softening toward Cole.

                                   COLE
            Linda is my muse. She's got terrific taste and impeccable
            instincts, and she's the first person who ever sees any of my
            work. And if Linda doesn't think a song is ready, I keep
            working at it until she does.

                                   Linda, warming, joins Cole.

                                   LINDA
            At the end of the '20s we moved back to the States.

                                   COLE
            An apartment at the Waldorf Towers in Manhattan--

                                   LINDA
            --And a big country house in Williamstown, Mass.

                                   COLE
            The only mass you'd ever find me attending. Linda lived in
            the main house, which we called..."Linda's House." I lived in
            the side cottage, which we called "No Trespassing."

                                   LINDA
            The 1930s were very good years for Cole. He was having a
            string of successes, with one hit song after another. Like
            this one from "The New Yorkers" in 1930.
			
			           SOLO FEMALE enters and sings JUST ONE
                                   OF THOSE THINGS.

                                   SOLO FEMALE
            IT WAS JUST ONE OF THOSE THINGS
            JUST ONE OF THOSE CRAZY FLINGS
            ONE OF THOSE BELLS THAT NOW AND THEN RINGS
            JUST ONE OF THOSE THINGS

                                   COLE
            I have to admit, I have absolutely no idea what songs will
            become hits. All I can do is write the melodies as I feel
            them, and hope for the best.

                                   SOLO FEMALE
            IF WE'D THOUGHT A BIT OF THE END OF IT
            WHEN WE STARTED PAINTING THE TOWN
            WE'D HAVE BEEN AWARE THAT OUR LOVE AFFAIR
            WAS TOO HOT NOT TO COOL DOWN
            SO GOOD-BYE, DEAR, AND AMEN
            HERE'S HOPING WE MEET NOW AND THEN
            IT WAS GREAT FUN
            BUT IT WAS JUST ONE OF THOSE THINGS

                                   COLE
            I do have to say that it was gratifying to be having some
            success.
                          (knocking on his head)
            Knock on wood. And why don't we leave it at that--

                                   LINDA
            This hit came from "Anything Goes."

                                   A MALE SINGER enters and joins the
                                   Female.

                                   MALE SINGER
            AT WORDS POETIC, I'M SO PATHETIC
            THAT I ALWAYS HAVE FOUND IT BEST,
            INSTEAD OF GETTING 'EM OFF MY CHEST,
            TO LET 'EM REST UNEXPRESSED.
            I HATE PARADING MY SERENADING
            AS I'LL PROBABLY MISS A BAR,
            BUT IF THIS DITTY IS NOT SO PRETTY,
            AT LEAST IT'LL TELL YOU HOW GREAT YOU ARE.
            YOU'RE THE TOP! YOU'RE THE COLOSSEUM,
            YOU'RE THE TOP!
            YOU'RE THE LOUVRE MUSEUM
            YOU'RE A MELODY FROM A SYMPHONY BY STRAUSS
            YOU'RE A BENDEL BONNET, A SHAKESPEARE SONNET
            YOU'RE MICKEY MOUSE.
            YOU'RE THE NILE, YOU'RE THE TOW'R OF PISA
            YOU'RE THE SMILE ON THE MONA LISA.
            I'M A WORTHLESS CHECK, A TOTAL WRECK, A FLOP
            BUT IF, BABY, I'M THE BOTTOM,
            YOU'RE THE TOP

                                   FEMALE
            YOUR WORDS POETIC ARE NOT PATHETIC
            ON THE OTHER HAND, BOY, YOU SHINE
            AND I CAN FEEL AFTER EVERY LINE
            A THRILL DIVINE DOWN MY SPINE.
            NOW GIFTED HUMANS LIKE VINCENT YOUMANS
            MIGHT THINK THAT YOUR SONG IS BAD,
            BUT I'VE GOT A NOTION
            I'LL SECOND THE MOTION
            AND THIS IS WHAT I'M GOING TO ADD
            YOU'RE THE TOP! YOU'RE MAHATMA GHANDI.
            YOU'RE THE TOP! YOU'RE NAPOLEON BRANDY.
            YOU'RE THE BOATS THAT GLIDE
            ON THE SLEEPY ZUIDER ZEE
            YOU'RE A DRESS FROM SAKS'S,
            YOU'RE NEXT YEAR'S TAXES,
            YOU'RE BROCCOLI!
            YOU'RE SUBLIME, YOU'RE A TURKEY DINNER.
            YOU'RE THE TIME OF THE DERBY WINNER.
            I'M A TOY BALLOON THAT IS FATED SOON TO POP
            BUT IF, BABY, I'M THE BOTTOM,
            YOU'RE THE TOP!

                                   MALE
            YOU'RE THE TOP! YOU'RE A DANCE IN BALI.

                                   FEMALE
            YOU'RE THE TOP! YOU'RE A HOT TAMALE.
            YOU'RE AN ANGEL, YOU SIMPLY TOO, TOO, TOO DIVEEN,

                                   MALE
            YOU'RE A BOTTICELLI,
            YOU'RE KEATS--

                                   FEMALE
            --YOU'RE SHELLEY,

                                   MALE
            YOU'RE OVALTINE.
            YOU'RE ROMANCE, YOU'RE THE STEPPES OF RUSSIA,

                                   FEMALE
            YOU'RE THE PANTS ON A ROXY USHER.
            I'M A BROKEN DOLL, A FOL-DE-ROL, A BLOP--

                                   MALE
            I'M A FRIGHTENED FROG THAT CAN FIND NO LOG TO HOP--

                                   FEMALE
            I'M A NOMINEE OF THE G.O.P. OR GOP,

                                   BOTH
            BUT IF, BABY, I'M THE BOTTOM, YOU'RE THE TOP.

                                   Male and Female exit.

                                   COLE
            You know, a lot of people wrote parody lyrics of that
            song...sometimes I received three hundred a month.  And do
            you know who wrote the dirtiest lyrics?  None other than Mr.
            Squeaky Clean God-Bless-America himself, Irving Berlin. 
            Wanna hear 'em?
                          (Off of audience affirmative:)
                          COLE (CONT'D)
            YOU'RE THE TOP
            YOU'RE A VODKA TONIC
            YOU'RE THE TOP
            YOU'RE A HIGH COLONIC
            YOU'RE THE BURNING HEAT
            OF A BRIDAL SUITE IN USE
            YOU'RE THE TITS OF VENUS
            YOU'RE KING KONG'S PENIS
            YOU'RE SELF-ABUSE
            YOU'RE AN ARCH
            IN THE ROME COLLECTION
            YOU'RE THE STARCH
            IN THE GROOM'S ERECTION
            I'M A EUNUCH WHO
            HAS JUST BEEN THROUGH AN OP
            BUT IF, BABY--
                          (Music out, spoken)
            Etcetera.

                                   LINDA
            Oh, Irving...

                                   COLE
            Wonder what he meant by "high colonic"...

                                   LINDA
            Cole wrote this next hit for "The Gay Divorce" in 1932.

                                   COLE
            Yes...It's been said that I wrote this song for an architect
            named Ed Tauch.
                          (wistful)
            Eddie.
                          (back to audience)
            It's also been said that he was the great love of my life.

                                   Linda bristles a bit.

                                   COLE (CONT'D)
            But, once again, you're invited to believe whatever version
            pleases you.

                                   LINDA
            I'd just as soon believe you wrote it for Alexis Smith,
            darling.

                                   SOLO MAN enters and sings NIGHT AND
                                   DAY.
            SOLO MAN
            LIKE THE BEAT, BEAT, BEAT,
            OF THE TOM-TOM;
            WHEN THE JUNGLE SHADOWS FALL,
            LIKE THE TICK, TICK, TOCK
            OF THE STATELY CLOCK,
            AS IT STANDS AGAINST THE WALL,
            LIKE THE DRIP, DRIP, DRIP,
            OF THE RAINDROPS,
            WHEN THE SUMMER SHOW'R IS THROUGH;
            SO A VOICE WITHIN ME
            KEEPS REPEATING,
            YOU, YOU, YOU --
            NIGHT AND DAY
            YOU ARE THE ONE,
            ONLY YOU BENEATH THE MOON
            AND UNDER THE SUN.
            WHETHER NEAR TO ME OR FAR,
            IT'S NO MATTER, DARLING, WHERE YOU ARE
            I THINK OF YOU
            NIGHT AND DAY.
            DAY AND NIGHT
            WHY IS IT SO,
            THAT THIS LONGING FOR YOU
            FOLLOWS WHERE-EVER I GO?
            IN THE ROARING TRAFFIC'S BOOM,
            IN THE SILENCE OF MY LONELY ROOM,
            I THINK OF YOU,
            NIGHT AND DAY.
            NIGHT AND DAY
            UNDER THE HIDE OF ME
            THERE'S AN OH, SUCH A HUNGRY YEARNING,
            BURNING INSIDE OF ME.
            AND ITS TORMENT WON'T BE THROUGH
            TIL YOU LET ME SPEND MY LIFE
            MAKING LOVE TO YOU,
            DAY AND NIGHT,
            NIGHT AND DAY

                                   Solo Man exits.

                                   LINDA
            Cole was truly having a rich period.

                                   COLE
            Linda--

                                   LINDA
            Here's what the critic Walter Clemons had to say about his
            work in the 30s.

                                   CLEMONS enters.

                                   CLEMONS
            The complexity of Porter's best work sets him somewhat apart
            from the other great songwriters of the first half of this
            century--Kern, Berlin, Gershwin and Rodgers. A Porter song is
            a luxury item, expensively made and extravagantly rhymed. In
            a way no other songs of the period quite did, Porter created
            a world. It was a between-the-wars realm of drop dead chic
            and careless name-dropping insouciance. And it was a sexy
            place to be invited.

                                   Clemons exits.

                                   COLE
            Yes, that's very kind, but I feel we're gilding the lily--

                                   LINDA
            And this one from "Jubilee" in 1935.

                                   COLE
            1935...

                                   TRIO enters and sings BEGIN THE
                                   BEGUINE.

                                   TRIO
            WHEN THEY BEGIN THE BEGUINE
            IT BRINGS BACK THE SOUND OF MUSIC SO TENDER,
            IT BRINGS BACK A NIGHT OF TROPICAL SPLENDOR, IT BRINGS BACK A
            MEMORY EVERGREEN.
            I'M WITH YOU ONCE MORE UNDER THE STARS,
            AND DOWN BY THE SHORE AN ORCHESTRA'S PLAYING AND EVEN THE
            PALMS SEEM TO BE SWAYING
            WHEN THEY BEGIN THE BEGUINE.
            TO LIVE IT AGAIN IS PAST ALL ENDEAVOUR,
            EXCEPT WHEN THAT TUNE CLUTCHES MY HEART,
            AND THERE WE ARE, SWEARING TO LOVE FOREVER, AND PROMISING
            NEVER, NEVER TO PART.
            WHAT MOMENTS DIVINE, WHAT RAPTURE SERENE,
            TILL CLOUDS CAME ALONG TO DISPERSE THE JOYS WE HAD TASTED,
            AND NOW WHEN I HEAR PEOPLE CURSE THE CHANCE THAT WAS WASTED,
            I KNOW BUT TOO WELL WHAT THEY MEAN;
            SO DON'T LET THEM BEGIN THE BEGUINE
            LET THE LOVE THAT WAS ONCE A FIRE REMAIN AN EMBER;
            LET IT SLEEP LIKE THE DEAD DESIRE I ONLY REMEMBER
            WHEN THEY BEGIN THE BEGUINE.
            OH YES, LET THEM BEGIN THE BEGUINE,
            MAKE THEM PLAY
            TILL THE STARS THAT WERE THERE BEFORE RETURN ABOVE YOU,
            TILL YOU WHISPER TO ME ONCE MORE,
            "DARLING, I LOVE YOU!"
            AND WE SUDDENLY KNOW, WHAT HEAVEN WE'RE IN,
            WHEN THEY BEGIN THE BEGUINE

                                   LINDA
            It is now 1936.

                                   COLE
                          (a bit anxious)
            We are moving forward, aren't we...

                                   LINDA
            My husband has embarked upon his career in Hollywood.

                                   COLE
            Yes, and here we come to another spot where there are
            different stories to choose from.

                                   LINDA
            Oh, yes. One story has it that I separated from my husband
            because he was throwing sex parties with dozens of young men. 
            Another story suggests I separated from my husband because he
            was throwing sex parties with ten or twelve young men.

                                   COLE
                          (dryly)
            How to maneuver the tangle of all those different stories.

                                   LINDA
            That first film you did in Hollywood was "Born to Dance" in
            1936.  What was the big hit from that one?

                                   COLE
            Linda, I'm as big a fan of my work as the next fellow, but
            perhaps flouting my successes is tempting the fates.

                                   LINDA
            Cole Porter, you did not live one day of your actual life
            worried about "tempting the fates"!  I know you're thinking
            about what happened the following year--

                                   COLE
            Perhaps if I had been more cautious--

                                   LINDA
            You wouldn't have been the man I married.

                                   SOLO WOMAN enters and sings I'VE GOT
                                   YOU UNDER MY SKIN.

                                   SOLO WOMAN
            I'VE GOT YOU UNDER MY SKIN
            I'VE GOT YOU DEEP IN THE HEART OF ME
            SO DEEP IN MY HEART,
            YOU'RE REALLY A PART OF ME
            I'VE GOT YOU UNDER MY SKIN
            I'VE TRIED SO NOT TO GIVE IN
            I'VE SAID TO MYSELF THIS AFFAIR
            NEVER WILL GO SO WELL
            BUT WHY SHOULD I TRY TO RESIST,
            WHEN DARLING I KNOW SO WELL
            I'VE GOT YOU UNDER MY SKIN
            I'D SACRIFICE ANYTHING COME WHAT MIGHT
            FOR THE SAKE OF HAVING YOU NEAR
            IN SPITE OF A WARNING VOICE
            THAT COMES IN THE NIGHT
            AND REPEATS, REPEATS IN MY EAR
            DON'T YOU KNOW YOU FOOL, YOU NEVER CAN WIN
            USE YOUR MENTALITY, WAKE UP TO REALITY
            BUT EACH TIME I DO,
            JUST THE THOUGHT OF YOU
            MAKES ME STOP BEFORE I BEGIN
            'CAUSE I'VE GOT YOU UNDER MY SKIN

                                   COLE
            Linda, I think I'd prefer to fast-forward to--

                                   LINDA
            Cole, we would be remiss. Your string of hit shows was
            continuing.

                                   COLE
                          (knocking on his head)
            Knock on wood.

                                   Underscore/Intro begins to RAP TAP ON
                                   WOOD. ENSEMBLE begins to enter.

                                   LINDA
            You were the toast of the town, and getting your bread
            buttered everywhere you landed.

                                   COLE
            Linda...

                                   LINDA
            The year is 1937.

                                   COLE
            And my life begged the question: How can things possibly stay
            this good?

                                   ENSEMBLE enters and performs RAP TAP ON
                                   WOOD.

                                   ENSEMBLE
            IF YOU WANT TO RING THE BELL NOT ONCE, BUT TWICE
            IF YOU WANT TO ROLL AND ROLL THOSE LUCKY DICE
            IF YOU WANT TO SPEND YOUR JOURNEY'S END WITH SWEET MUSIC AND
            LOVE
            IF YOU WANT TO LICK THIS WORLD OF MEN AND MICKEY MICE
            TAKE MY ADVICE...
            WHEN YOU SIT DOWN, ONE DAY
            LOOK OVER YOURSELF AND SAY
            "YOU'RE VERY GOOD"
            RA-AP TAP ON WOOD
            WHEN YOU HAVE SUCH SUCCESS
            YOU'RE CONSCIOUS THAT YOU IMPRESS
            THE NEIGHBORHOOD
            RA-AP TAP ON WOOD

                                   Linda and Cole are at opposite ends of
                                   the stage.

                                   LINDA
            You were meeting with producers, celebrities, and strapping
            young men.  And I was meeting with lawyers.

                                   Cole dances with men, suggestively.

                                   ENSEMBLE
            WHEN EV'RY MEAL YOU TAKE
            IS MADE OF MILK AND HONEY
            WHEN EV'RY STOCK YOU TAKE
            IS MAKING MINTS OF MONEY
            WHEN EV'RY HEART YOU BREAK
            IS SUCH A CINCH, IT'S FUNNY
            CAREFUL, SONNY
            RAP-TAP, RAP-TAP, RAP-TAP-TAP, RAP-A-TAP-TAP

                                   LINDA
            I knew what was going on.  So did everyone we knew, and
            plenty we didn't.  I had had enough, and I was in the process
            of giving Mr. Porter his own Gay Divorce.

                                   ENSEMBLE
            YOU'RE KNOCKOUT, YOU'RE GOOD NEWS
            AND YOU'LL NEVER, NEVER LOSE
            IF YOU JUST PUT ON YOUR DANCING SHOES
            AND RAP-TAP ON WOOD

                                   COLE
            Well, I can't say I was thrilled with what Linda was doing.
            It wasn't perfect, having her talk of divorce...but
            everything else was so damn good.

                                   ENSEMBLE
            WHEN EV'RY MEAL YOU TAKE
            IS MADE OF MILK AND HONEY

                                   LINDA
            And then, in October of 1937--

                                   COLE
            Linda, please...

                                   ENSEMBLE
            WHEN EV'RY STOCK YOU TAKE
            IS MAKING MINTS OF MONEY

                                   LINDA
            Cole, we have to tell them...

                                   COLE
            I don't want to go there!

                                   ENSEMBLE
            WHEN EV'RY HEART YOU BREAK
            IS SUCH A CINCH, IT'S FUNNY
            CAREFUL, SONNY

                                   ENSEMBLE MAN

                                   Cole Porter had been warned against
                                   riding a particularly skittish horse at
                                   the Piping Rock Club in Locust Valley,
                                   Long Island.

                                   COLE
                          (feeling increasing pain)
            No...

                                   ENSEMBLE WOMAN
            The horse reared, fell, rolled on him, and crushed both his
            legs.

                                   Cole, amid SFX of horse sounds and the
                                   rap-tap lyrics, falls.

                                   ENSEMBLE
            RAP-TAP, RAP-TAP, RAP-TAP-TAP, RAP-A-TAP-TAP

                                   Music and SFX out, Ensemble exits,
                                   leaving Cole in a special and Linda, at
                                   a distance, in another special.

                                   LINDA
            Of course, I halted divorce proceedings immediately.

                                   Underscore/Intro to AT LONG LAST LOVE
                                   comes in.

                                   LINDA (CONT'D)
            It has been written that Cole--during the excruciating hours
            in the woods, waiting for help--wrote this song. Is that the
            truth? Why don't we agree it is. For Cole.

                                   SOLO MALE SINGER enters, begins song.

                                   SOLO MALE
            IS IT AN EARTHQUAKE OR SIMPLY A SHOCK?
            IS IT THE GOOD TURTLE SOUP OR MERELY THE MOCK?
            IS IT A COCKTAIL, THIS FEELING OF JOY?
            OR IS WHAT I FEEL THE REAL MCCOY?

                                   The rest of ENSEMBLE joins him.

                                   ENSEMBLE
            IS IT FOR ALL TIME OR SIMPLY A LARK?
            IS IT GRANADA I SEE OR ONLY ASBURY PARK?
            IS IT A FANCY NOT WORTH THINKING OF?
            OR IS IT AT LONG LAST...

                                   Cole lifts his head to the audience,
                                   and softly sings the last word.

                                   COLE
            ...LOVE.

                                   END OF ACT ONE

                                  
								  
								  
								  
								  
            ACT TWO

                                   Cole lies, depressed, in a hospital
                                   bed. Linda sits by him on the bed.

                                   LINDA
            Cole...

                                   COLE
            I didn't want to live through this again...

                                   LINDA
            This was your life, Cole.

                                   COLE
            Just once, couldn't my life not include this part?

                                   LINDA
            Not and have it be your life, darling.
                          (to audience)
            Even in the midst of all this pain, Cole told Elsa Maxwell--

                                   ELSA enters.

                                   ELSA
            --It just goes to show fifty million Frenchmen can't be
            wrong. They eat horses instead of ride them.

                                   Cole does not acknowledge this. Elsa
                                   exits.

                                   LINDA
            Cole walked with crutches or used a wheelchair the rest of
            his life, and seldom had a day without pain.

                                   COLE
                          (becoming more despondent)
            Oh, God...

                                   TWO DOCTORS enter.

                                   DOCTOR
            Mrs. Porter, your husband's legs need to be amputated.

                                   LINDA
            No! Do anything else you can. Except that.

                                   The Doctors exit. Cole sinks deeper.

                                   LINDA (CONT'D)
            I refused to let the doctors amputate his legs. Cole went
            through more than thirty operations over the next twenty
            years. But I knew that losing his legs would break him.

                                   She turns to look at Cole, despondent.

                                   LINDA (CONT'D)
            I know he looks broken now...but I was right.
                          (to Cole)
            Cole...?

                                   She gets no response. ENSEMBLE MEMBERS,
                                   concerned, enter and gather around the
                                   bed.

                                   LINDA (CONT'D)
            Cole...

                                   COLE
            Leave me alone.

                                   LINDA
            Cole, this happened a long time ago. Please try to
            remember...we're dead now.

                                   COLE
            This feels too real.

                                   LINDA
            Cole Porter continued to write music after this terrible
            accident...some of the most glorious music of his career. I
            may have saved his legs, but music saved his life.

                                   Cole becomes a little less heavy in
                                   bed.

                                   LINDA (CONT'D)
            Cole, would one of your songs help you?

                                   Cole is silent.

                                   LINDA (CONT'D)
            Cole, how about "Blow, Gabriel"?

                                   Beat.

                                   COLE
                          (weakly)
            Blow Gabriel?  I would like to meet him first...

                                   LINDA
                          (to Ensemble)
            I think he's feeling better.

                                   Ensemble begins singing BLOW, GABRIEL,
                                   BLOW. During the first half of the
                                   song, Cole slowly gets better,
                                   beginning to sit up.

                                   SINGER
            DO YOU HEAR THAT PLAYIN'?

                                   ENSEMBLE
            YES, WE HEAR THAT PLAYIN'.

                                   SINGER
            DO YOU KNOW WHO'S PLAYIN'?

                                   ENSEMBLE
            NO, WHO IS THAT PLAYIN'?

                                   SINGER
            WHY IT'S GABRIEL, GABRIEL PLAYIN'.
            GABRIEL, GABRIEL SAYIN',
            "WILL YOU BE READY TO GO WHEN I BLOW MY HORN?"

                                   ENSEMBLE
            BLOW, GABRIEL, BLOW,
            COME ON AND BLOW, GABRIEL, BLOW!
            I'VE BEEN A SINNER, I'VE BEEN A SCAMP,
            BUT NOW I'M WILLING TO TRIM MY LAMP,
            SO BLOW, GABRIEL, BLOW!
            I WAS LOW, GABRIEL, LOW,
            MIGHTY LOW, GABRIEL, LOW.
            BUT NOW THAT I HAVE SEEN THE LIGHT,
            I'M GOOD BY DAY AND I'M GOOD BY NIGHT,
            SO BLOW, GABRIEL, BLOW.
            ONCE I WAS HEADED FOR HELL,
            ONCE I WAS HEADED FOR HELL,
            BUT WHEN I GOT TO SATAN'S DOOR
            I HEARD YOU BLOWIN' ON YOUR HORN ONCE MORE,
            SO I SAID, "SATAN, FAREWELL!"

                                   Cole finally participates, tentatively.

                                   COLE
            AND NOW I'M ALL READY TO FLY,
            YES, TO FLY HIGHER AND HIGHER!
            "CAUSE I'VE GONE THROUGH THE BRIMSTONE
            AND I'VE BEEN THROUGH THE FIRE,
            AND I'VE PURGED MY SOUL AND MY HEART TOO,
            SO CLIMB UP THE MOUNTAIN TOP AND START TO BLOW, GABRIEL,
            BLOW.

                                   ALL
            GO ON AND BLOW, GABRIEL, BLOW!
            I WANT TO JOIN YOUR HAPPY BAND
            AND PLAY ALL DAY IN THE PROMISED LAND,
            SO BLOW, GABRIEL, BLOW!

                                   Repeat verse/chorus as needed for big
                                   finish.

                                   Ensemble exits as Linda joins Cole.

                                   COLE
            Ah...it's good to be dead!

                                   LINDA
            I'm glad the music inspired you when we mere mortals
            couldn't.

                                   COLE
            My darling, there are two or three major incidents in my life
            that are not easy to bounce back from. Your death was one of
            them...but I guess we'll get to that later.

                                   LINDA
            It's flattering to hear that you would sink so low at my
            loss, Cole, but please don't. At least not in this version.

                                   COLE
            Actually, I've always considered myself rather the perkiest
            of people.

                                   TWO PARTY GUESTS and MOSS HART enter.

                                   PARTY GUEST 1
            He was withdrawn and aloof, not exactly fun to be with.

                                   PARTY GUEST 2
            He could be cold, indifferent and rude.

                                   COLE
            I've been accused most of my life of being remote. But I've
            actually been working. I've done lots of work at dinner,
            sitting between two bores. I can feign listening beautifully
            and work.

                                   PARTY GUEST 1
            I don't think he feigned so beautifully.

                                   PARTY GUEST 2
            Cold, indifferent and rude.

                                   COLE
            Listen, chums, when you become more interesting than the song
            in my head, we'll debate the subject.
                          (to audience)
            I can work anywhere. I have no hours. I work very well when
            I'm shaving or when I'm in a taxi. And when that horse fell
            on me, I was too stunned to be conscious of great pain, but
            until help came I worked on the lyrics for 'At Long Last
            Love."

                                   LINDA
            That's his story, and he's sticking to it.

                                   COLE
            I've also heard it said that I bore very easily.

                                   MOSS
            His boredom threshold was so extremely low that he could
            withdraw and disappear before your eyes with an almost
            sinister facility.

                                   COLE
            What to say about my boredom threshold? I'd come up with
            something, but...it's all too, too tedious, now isn't it?
            Why, I'm asleep with my eyes open right now, at the thought
            of it.
            So, with my limited threshold for monotony, it only makes
            sense that I can write standard love songs for just so long
            without putting a little "vive" into "le difference," n'est
            ce pas? So here are a few ditties I wrote when "I love you"
            simply wasn't putting any starch in my collars.

                                   All five exit, as MALE and FEMALE enter
                                   and perform YOU IRRITATE ME SO.

                                   MALE
            WHEN YOU FIRST SAID, "BABY MINE,
            LET ME BE YOUR VALENTINE."
            I ASSUMED THAT PHRASE MEANT
            YOU GAVE YOUR HEART TO ME.
            I WAS SURE YOU'D BE SO NICE,
            JUST A PARCEL FROM PARADISE,
            BUT TO MY AMAZEMENT,
            LOOK WHAT YOU'VE TURNED OUT TO BE!
            YOU'RE THE FLY IN MY OINTMENT,
            YOU'RE THE FROG IN MY THROAT.
            YOU'RE THE WEED IN MY GARDEN
            YOU'RE THE LEAK IN MY BOAT
            YOU'RE THE BATS IN MY BELFRY
            YOU'RE THE PEBBLE IN MY SHOE
            YOU'RE THE BULL IN MY CHINA SHOP
            YOU'RE THE MOUSE IN MY STEW
            YOU'RE THE KNOCK IN MY ENGINE
            YOU'RE THE RUST IN MY GEAR
            YOU'RE THE ACHE IN MY TUMMY
            YOU'RE THE PAIN IN MY--
            THE HURRICANE IN MY--
            SUPERSENSITIVE HEART, DEAR.
            STILL I LOVE YOU, KNOW
            AND THE REASON IS MERELY BECAUSE
            YOU IRRITATE ME SO.
            YOU FASCINATE ME
            YOU DEVASTATE ME
            BECAUSE, MY DEARIE, YOU IRRITATE ME SO!

                                   FEMALE
            I'M THE BEE IN YOUR BONNET
            I'M THE SOAP IN YOUR EYE
            I'M THE RUN IN YOUR STOCKING
            I'M THE CLOUD IN YOUR SKY

                                   MALE
            YOU'RE THE FALL IN MY ARCHES
            YOU'RE THE WATER ON MY KNEE
            YOU'RE THE MOTH IN MY CEDAR CHEST
            YOU'RE THE SHARK IN MY SEA.

                                   FEMALE
            I'M THE HITCH IN YOUR ZIPPER
            I'M THE CRACK IN YOUR GLASS
            I'M THE TAX ON YOUR INCOME
            I'M THE PAIN IN YOUR--
            THE HURRICANE IN YOUR--
            SUPERSENSITIVE HEART, DEAR.

                                   MALE
            STILL I LOVE YOU, KNOW
            AND THE REASON IS MERELY BECAUSE
            YOU IRRITATE ME SO.
            YOU FASCINATE ME
            YOU DEVASTATE ME
            BECAUSE, MY DEARIE, YOU IRRITATE ME SO!

                                   They exit as WOMAN enters and performs
                                   GET OUT OF TOWN.

                                   WOMAN
            GET OUT OF TOWN
            BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE, MY LOVE.
            GET OUT OF TOWN,
            BE GOOD TO ME PLEASE.
            WHY WISH ME HARM?
            WHY NOT RETIRE TO A FARM,
            AND BE CONTENTED TO CHARM
            THE BIRDS OFF THE TREES?
            JUST DISAPPEAR,
            I CARE FOR YOU TOO MUCH,
            AND WHEN YOU ARE NEAR,
            CLOSE TO ME, DEAR,
            WE TOUCH TOO MUCH.
            THE THRILL WHEN WE MEET
            IS SO BITTERSWEET
            THAT DARLING, IT'S GETTING ME DOWN.
            SO ON YOUR MARK, GET SET,
            GET OUT OF TOWN.

                                   Woman exits as COLE reenters.

                                   COLE
            Those of you with a certain bent for the analytical may be
            formulating some theory that the ambivalent way in which I
            write about love relationships may have something to do with
            the complicated love I shared with my wife, not to mention my
            cornucopia of men. I think that's very ambitious of you,
            whoever you are. And don't get me wrong...I was a big fan of
            psychotherapy, particularly when my little chum Moss Hart
            wrote about it in "Lady in the Dark." But that was before
            everyone started taking themselves seriously...

                                   FEMALE enters and performs IT'S BAD FOR
                                   ME.

                                   FEMALE
            YOUR WORDS GO THROUGH AND THROUGH ME
            AND LEAVE ME TOTALLY DAZED
            FOR THEY DO SUCH STRANGE THINGS TO ME
            THEY NEARLY MAKE ME GLOOMY
            FOR YOU, DEAR, ARE SO CLEVER
            SO OBVIOUSLY "THE TOP,"
            I WISH YOU'D GO ON FOREVER
            I WISH EVEN MORE YOU'D STOP.
            FOR IT'S BAD FOR ME, IT'S BAD FOR ME
            THIS KNOWLEDGE THAT YOU'RE GOING MAD FOR ME
            I FEEL CERTAIN MY FRIENDS WOULD BE GLAD FOR ME
            BUT IT'S BAD FOR ME.
            IT'S SO GOOD FOR ME, SO NEW FOR ME
            TO SEE SOMEONE IN SUCH A STEW FOR ME
            AND WHEN YOU SAY YOU'D DO ALL YOU COULD FOR ME
            IT'S SO GOOD FOR ME, IT'S BAD FOR ME.
            I THOUGHT I'D BEEN, TILL YOU MET ME,
            COMPLETELY PUT ON THE SHELF.
            BUT SINCE YOU STARTED TO PET ME
            I'M JUST CRAZY ABOUT MYSELF.
            OH, IT'S SWEET FOR ME, IT'S SWELL FOR ME
            TO KNOW THAT YOU'RE GOING THROUGH HELL FOR ME
            YET NO MATTER HOWEVER APPEALING
            I STILL HAVE A FEELING
            IT'S BAD FOR ME.

                                   Female exits as MAN enters to perform
                                   PLUMBING.

                                   COLE
                          (very dry)
            My goodness, what dark insight into my tortured soul that
            was.  I must be very fucked up...

                                   Cole exits.

                                   MAN
            YOU ASK ME, DEAR, TO SING YOU A SONG?
            I NEVER SANG A SONG BEFORE, I MAY GO WRONG.
            SO I SUPPOSE THE WISE THING TO DO
            IS TO WEAVE AN AIR ABOUT
            THE ONLY THING I CARE ABOUT
            THINK ABOUT AND DREAM ABOUT THE WHOLE DAY THROUGH.
            PLUMBING, MAKING LIFE SO SWEET AND SO CLEAN
            PLUMBING, GIVING US SUCH MOMENTS SERENE
            WHEN DO I MISS MY LITTLE HOME
            AT THE END OF THE GARDEN PATH?
            NOT WHEN I MISS A MOTHER'S LOVE,
            BUT WHEN I NEED A BATH.
            PLUMBING, AS THE WORLD REVOLVES AND REVOLVES
            PLUMBING, WHAT A LOT OF PROBLEMS IT SOLVES.
            SO WHY SHOULD THE CRITICS CRY THAT IT'S UNBECOMING
            IF I SING OF PLUMBING, MODERN PLUMBING.

                                   Man exits as Cole reenters.

                                   COLE
            I don't know if you ever noticed, but I do have a bit of the
            naughty-buddy in me...a tendency toward the risque, the nudge
            and the wink, the slap and the tickle. Well...that has
            sometimes been a bone of contention...which is, frankly, one
            of the few bones this dog won't hunt. But I digress. The
            point is,
                          (appearing somber and penitent)
            I've written lyrics of which Mother wouldn't approve.
                          (glint in his eye)
            Wanna hear some of 'em?

                                   Drum intro to TOO DARN HOT begins, as
                                   ENSEMBLE enter.

                                   COLE (CONT'D)
            Up in heaven's happy portals, we just couldn't get over your
            response to Miss Janet Jackson's mammary mishap a few years
            ago.

                                   ENSEMBLE
            IT'S TOO DARN HOT.
            IT'S TOO DARN HOT.

                                   COLE
            What...you're surprised we were watching that?  Well, we do
            try to keep abreast of things.  And it was fascinating, the
            shift in morality from one flash of teat, eh?

                                   ENSEMBLE
            I'D LIKE TO SUP WITH MY BABY TONIGHT
            FULFILL THE CUP WITH MY BABY TONIGHT

                                   COLE
            And all the poor writers, the ones with the flair for the
            risque... what were they to do in these newly Victorian
            times?

                                   ENSEMBLE
            I'D LIKE TO SUP WITH MY BABY TONIGHT
            AND PLAY THE PUP WITH MY BABY TONIGHT
            BUT I AIN'T UP TO MY BABY TONIGHT
            CUZ IT'S TOO DARN HOT

                                   COLE
            It reminded me of the pall that settled over things back in
            the day when a perfectly ghastly little reptile named William
            Hayes imposed a "code" on all of us.  It was allegedly a call
            for decency, to keep all us sin-mongers from infecting the
            American people with our rampant debauchery.

                                   ENSEMBLE
            IT'S TOO DARN HOT
            IT'S TOO DARN HOT

                                   COLE
            Well...as loathsome as that little ferret and his minions
            were, they really weren't able to flush out all the sin from
            the cinema.  They just made us camouflage it a little better.

                                   ENSEMBLE
            I'D LIKE TO FOOL WITH MY BABY TONIGHT
            BREAK EV'RY RULE WITH MY BABY TONIGHT
            I'D LIKE TO FOOL WITH MY BABY TONIGHT
            BREAK EV'RY RULE WITH MY BABY TONIGHT
            BUT PILLOW YOU'LL BE MY BABY TONIGHT
            CAUSE IT'S TOO DARN HOT
            ACCORDING TO THE KINSEY REPORT
            EV'RY AVERAGE MAN YOU KNOW
            MUCH PREFERS TO PLAY HIS FAVORITE SPORT
            WHEN THE TEMPERATURE IS LOW
            BUT WHEN THE THERMOMETER GOES WAY UP
            AND THE WEATHER IS SIZZLING HOT
			
            MISTER ADAM FOR HIS MADAM IS NOT
            CAUSE IT'S TOO TOO
            IT'S TOO DARN HOT,
            IT'S TOO DARN HOT
            IT'S TOO TOO TOO TOO DARN HOT
            I'D LIKE TO CALL ON MY BABY TONGIHT
            AND GIVE MY ALL TO MY BABY TONIGHT
            I'D LIKE TO CALL ON MY BABY TONGIHT
            AND GIVE MY ALL TO MY BABY TONIGHT
            BUT I CAN'T PLAY BALL WITH MY BABY TONIGHT
            CAUSE IT'S TOO DARN HOT
            IT'S TOO DARN HOT

                                   Most of Ensemble exits, leaving one MAN
                                   and WOMAN. He sings LET'S MISBEHAVE to
                                   her.

                                   MAN
            IT'S GETTING LATE, AND WHILE I WAIT,
            MY POOR HEART ACHES ON.
            WHY KEEP THE BRAKES ON?
            LET'S MISBEHAVE.
            I FEEL QUITE SURE AFFAIRE D'AMOUR
            WOULD BE ATTRACTIVE
            WHILE WE'RE STILL ACTIVE,
            LET'S MISBEHAVE.
            WHEN ADAM WON EVE'S HAND,
            HE WOULDN'T STAND FOR TEASIN'
            HE DIDN'T CARE ABOUT
            THOSE APPLES OUT OF SEASON.
            THEY SAY THAT BEARS HAVE LOVE AFFAIRS,
            AND EVEN CAMELS -
            WE'RE MERELY MAMMALS
            LET'S MISBEHAVE.

                                   Man exits. Woman sings I WANT TO BE
                                   RAIDED BY YOU.

                                   WOMAN
            THERE'S A P'LICEMAN ON MY STREET
            AND HE'S OH SO SWEET
            AND WHEN HE SHAKES HIS STICK
            I GET A KIND OF KICK
            I THOUGHT WAS OBSOLETE.
            EV'RY TIME HE PASSES BY
            WITH HIS ROVING EYE
            I GET SUCH HEART DISEASE
            I SINK UPON MY KNEES
            AND I CRY.
            PEOPLE SAY THAT I'M
            A DAUGHTER OF CRIME
            AND I WANT TO BE RAIDED BY YOU
            BRAVE BOBBY
            BEHAVE, BOBBY
            THE WAY I WANT YOU TO
            I COULD CALL, OF COURSE,
            ON THE REST OF THE FORCE
            BUT I WANT TO BE RAIDED BY YOU
            I'VE PRAYED AND PRAYED
            AND PRAYED FOR A RAID
            BUT NO ONE EVER CALLS MY BLUFF
            SO STEP RIGHT IN
            AND KINDLY BEGIN
            TO DO, DO, DO YOUR STUFF
            DIVINE BOBBY
            BE MINE, BOBBY
            AND THRILL ME THROUGH AND THROUGH
            I'M A NIGHT CLUB QUEEN
            AND RATHER OBSCENE
            AND I WANT TO BE RAIDED BY YOU.
            GIRL DANCER and TWO GUYS enter, doing TOM, DICK or HARRY.
            GIRL DANCER
            I'M A MAID MAD TO MARRY
            AND WOULD TAKE, DOUBLE QUICK
            ANY TO-O-OM, DI-I-ICK OR HARRY--

                                   COLE enters.

                                   COLE
            And sometimes, they can't possibly tell you what you're doing
            is dirty, because it's just a man's name...What are you
            censors, sex maniacs?

                                   GIRL DANCER
            --ANY TO-O-OM, HARRY OR--
            GIRL DANCER AND GUYS
            DICK, DICK, DICK
            A-DICK-A DICK, DICK, DICK
            A-DICK-A DICK, DICK, DICK

                                   They dance off.

                                   COLE
            How could anyone think there was anything dirty about that? 
            Or this...

                                   Cole exits as MALE and FEMALE enter for
                                   LET'S DO IT.

                                   MALE SINGER
            BIRDS DO IT, BEES DO IT
            EVEN EDUCATED FLEAS DO IT
            LET'S DO IT, LET'S FALL IN LOVE
            FEMALE
            IN SPAIN, THE BEST UPPER SETS DO IT
            LITHUANIANS AND LETTS DO IT
            LET'S DO IT, LET'S FALL IN LOVE
            SECOND MALE enters.
            SECOND MALE
            THE DUTCH IN OLD AMSTERDAM DO IT
            NOT TO MENTION THE FINNS
            FOLKS IN SIAM DO IT - THINK OF SIAMESE TWINS

                                   BOTH MALES
            IN SHALLOW SHOALS ENGLISH SOLES DO IT

                                   FEMALE
            GOLDFISH IN THE PRIVACY OF BOWLS DO IT

                                   ALL THREE
            LET'S DO IT, LET'S FALL IN LOVE

                                   SECOND MALE
            THEY SAY THE BELGIANS AND GREEKS DO IT
            NICE YOUNG MEN WHO SELL ANTIQUES DO IT,
            LET'S DO IT, LET'S FALL IN LOVE.

                                   FEMALE
            MOSQUITOS, HEAVEN FORBID, DO IT
            SO DOES EV'RY KATYDID DO IT
            LET'S DO IT, LET'S FALL IN LOVE.

                                   FIRST MALE
            THE MOST REFINED LADYBUGS DO IT
            WHEN A GENTLEMAN CALLS
            MOTHS IN YOUR RUGS DO IT
            WHAT'S THE USE OF MOTH BALLS?

                                   BOTH MALES
            EACH TINY CLAM YOU CONSUME DOES IT,

                                   FEMALE
            EVEN LIBERACE--

                                   FIRST MALE
            --WE ASSUME--

                                   SECOND MALE
            --DOES IT

                                   ALL THREE
            LET'S DO IT, LET'S FALL IN LOVE!

                                   Female exits, and COLE and FOURTH MALE
                                   enter. Four Men perform BRUSH UP YOUR
                                   SHAKESPEARE.

                                   FOUR MEN
            THE GIRLS TODAY IN SOCIETY
            GO FOR CLASSICAL POETRY
            SO TO WIN THEIR HEARTS ONE MUST QUOTE WITH EASE
            AESCHYLUS AND EURIPIDES
            ONE MUST KNOW HOMER, AND BELIEVE ME, BEAU SOPHOCLES, ALSO
            SAPPHO-HO
            UNLESS YOU KNOW SHELLEY AND KEATS AND POPE
            DAINTY DEBBIES WILL CALL YOU A DOPE
            BUT THE POET OF THEM ALL
            WHO WILL START 'EM SIMPLY RAVIN'
            IS THE POET WE ALL CALL
            THE BARD OF STRATFORD ON AVON
            BRUSH UP YOUR SHAKESPEARE
            START QUOTING HIM NOW
            BRUSH UP YOUR SHAKESPEARE
            AND THE WOMEN YOU WILL WOW
            JUST DECLAIM A FEW LINES FROM OTHELLA
            AND THEY'LL THINK YOU'RE A HELL OF A FELLA
            IF YOUR BLONDE WON'T RESPOND WHEN YOU FLATTER 'ER
            TELL HER WHAT TONY TOLD CLEOPATTERER
            IF SHE FIGHTS WHEN HER CLOTHES YOU ARE MUSSING
            WHAT ARE CLOTHES?  MUCH ADO ABOUT NUSSING
            BRUSH UP YOUR SHAKESPEARE
            AND THEY'LL ALL KOW-TOW
            WITH THE WIFE OF THE BRITISH AMBASSIDA
            TRY A CRACK OUT OF TROILUS AND CRESSIDA
            IF SHE SAYS SHE WON'T BUY IT OR TIKE IT
            MAKE HER TIKE IT, WHAT'S MORE AS YOU LIKE IT
            IF SHE SAYS YOUR BEHAVIOR IS HEINOUS
            KICK HER RIGHT IN THE CORIOLANUS
            BRUSH UP YOUR SHAKESPEARE
            AND THEY'LL ALL KOW-TOW
            BRUSH UP YOUR SHAKESPEARE
            START QUOTING HIM NOW
            BRUSH UP YOUR SHAKESPEARE
            AND THE WOMEN YOU WILL WOW
            IF YOU CAN'T BE A HAM AND DO HAMLET
            THEY WILL NOT GIVE A DAMN OR A DAMLET
            JUST RECITE AN OCCASIONAL SONNET
            AND YOUR LAP'LL HAVE HONEY UPON IT
            WHEN YOUR BABY IS PLEADING FOR PLEASURE
            LET HER SAMPLE YOUR MEASURE FOR MEASURE
            BRUSH UP YOUR SHAKESPEARE
            AND THEY'LL ALL KOW-TOW
            BETTER MENTION "THE MERCHANT OF VENICE"
            WHEN HER SWEET POUND O' FLESH YOU WOULD MENACE
            IF HER VIRTUE, AT FIRST, SHE DEFENDS---WELL JUST REMIND HER
            THAT "ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL"
            IF BECAUSE OF YOUR HEAT SHE GETS HUFFY
            SIMPLY PLAY ON AND "LAY ON, MACDUFFY!"
            BRUSH UP YOUR SHAKESPEARE AND THEY'LL ALL KOW-TOW - FORSOOTH
            AND THEY'LL ALL KOW-TOW - THINKST THOU?
            AND THEY'LL ALL KOW-TOW - ODDS BODKINS
            AND THEY'LL ALL KOW-TOW - WE TROU'
            AND THEY'LL ALL KOW-TOW

                                   Four Men exit as LINDA enters, followed
                                   by THREE WOMEN.

                                   LINDA
            My husband, bless his free-thinking, egalitarian libido,
            didn't favor the men when it came to handing out the naughty
            lyrics. For what good is dirt if you can't spread it around?

                                   Linda exits as Three Women do THE
                                   LEADER OF A BIG TIME BAND.

                                   THREE WOMEN
            IF A GIRL IN ANY SECTOR
            MAKES YOU FEEL LIKE A PUPPY CALLED HECTOR,
            AND YOU'RE LONGING TO SUBJECT 'ER,
            TO ELECT 'ER YOUR WIFE AND PROTECT 'ER,
            IF SHE'S JUST AS SWEET AS NECTAR,
            BUT OF YOUR JOB SHE'S NO RESPECTER,
            BECOME A TOP BAND DIRECTOR
            AND YOU NEVER, NEVER WILL MISS.
            IN THE GILDED AGE, A WALL STREET MILLIONAIRE
            WAS THE ANSWER TO A WORKING MAIDEN'S PRAYER,
            BUT TODAY SHE'D CHUCK THAT YEARLY FIFTY GRAND
            FOR THE LEADER OF A BIG-TIME BAND.
            IN THE DAYS WHEN CASANOVA WAS THE TOPS
            ALL HIS RIVALS WITH THE FEMMES WERE FAMOUS FLOPS,
            BUT TODAY WHO'S GOT THAT EXTRA MONKEY GLAND?
            WHY, THE LEADER OF A BIG-TIME BAND.
            WHEN GOODMAN, CHAMP OF CHAMPS,
            GOES BLOWIN' BLUE,
            RUM-RIDDEN DEBUTRAMPS
            NEARLY COME TO.
            'CAUSE THERE'S NOTHING, WHEN YOU'RE OUT, LIKE BEING FANNED
            BY THE LEADER OF A BIG-TIME BAND.
            IN THE DAYS WHEN OLD KING LOUIE HELD THE SCENE,
            ANY JOCK WHO HAD THE JACK COULD PLAY THE QUEEN,
            BUT TODAY WHO'D COME AND PLAY THAT BABY GRAND?
            WHY, THE LEADER OF A BIG-TIME BAND.
            WHEN, IN VENICE, GEORGIE SAND WITH CHOPIN ROMPED,
            HER LIBIDO HAD THE LIDO SIMPLY SWAMPED,
            BUT TODAY WHO WOULD BE BURIED IN THE SAND?
            WHY, THE LEADER OF A BIG-TIME BAND.
            WHEN CUGAT COMES TO TEA
            WITH GYPSY ROSE,
            SHE GETS SO HET UP SHE
            PUTS ON HER CLOTHES,
            AND SHE ONLY TURNS ONE CHEEK WHILE BEING SCANNED
            BY THE LEADER OF A BIG-TIME, JIG-TIME
            DIG-A-DIG-A-DIG-TIME BAND.

                                   Three Women exit as Cole and Linda
                                   reenter.

                                   LINDA
                          (to Cole)
            Cheeky.

                                   COLE
            And not the one on your face, either!

                                   LINDA
            Yes, dear.

                                   COLE
            Even though most of the lyrics that were considered so
            notorious came from comedy songs, there was one ballad whose
            infamy took me completely by surprise.

                                   LINDA
            Well, Cole, it was about a--...what's the word I'm looking
            for...?

                                   COLE
            Trollop?  Call girl?  Chippie?

                                   LINDA
            Yes, dear.

                                   COLE
            I couldn't understand it. You can write a novel about a
            harlot, paint a picture of a harlot, but you can't write a
            song about a harlot.

                                   LINDA
            The song was banned from American radio for many years. It
            seems that the uproar was not so much that the song concerned
            a...

                                   COLE
            Concubine?  Courtesan?  Blower?

                                   LINDA
            Yes, Cole. It was--
                          (stopping short)
            "Blower"?

                                   COLE
            It's in the thesaurus. Really.

                                   LINDA
            In any event, the great outcry concerned the fact that the
            "blower" in the song was not blamed for her lot.

                                   COLE
            And why should she be?  There but for the grace of God blow
            I.

                                   LINDA
            Yes, Cole.

                                   She leads him off as WOMAN enters to
                                   sing LOVE FOR SALE.

                                   WOMAN
            WHEN THE ONLY SOUND ON THE EMPTY STREET
            IS THE HEAVY TREAD OF THE HEAVY FEET
            THAT BELONG TO A LONESOME COP
            I OPEN SHOP
            WHEN THE MOON SO LONG HAS BEEN GAZING DOWN
            ON THE WAYWARD WAYS OF A WAYWARD TOWN
            THAT A SMILE BECOMES A SMIRK
            I GO TO WORK
            LOVE FOR SALE
            APPETIZING YOUNG LOVE FOR SALE
            LOVE THAT'S FRESH AND STILL UNSPOILED
            LOVE THAT'S ONLY SLIGHTLY SOILED
            LOVE FOR SALE
            WHO WILL BUY?
            WHO WOULD LIKE TO SAMPLE MY SUPPLY?
            WHO'S PREPARED TO PAY THE PRICE
            FOR A TRIP TO PARADISE?
            LOVE FOR SALE
            LET THE POETS PIPE OF LOVE
            IN THEIR CHILDISH WAYS
            I KNOW EVERY KIND OF LOVE
            BETTER FAR THAN THEY
            IF YOU WANT THE THRILL OF LOVE,
            I'VE BEEN THROUGH THE MILL OF LOVE
            OLD LOVE, NEW LOVE
            EVERY KIND BUT TRUE LOVE
            FOR SALE
            APPETIZING YOUNG LOVE FOR SALE
            IF YOU WANT TO BUY MY WARES
            FOLLOW ME AND CLIMB THE STAIRS
            LOVE FOR SALE
            LOVE FOR SALE

                                   Woman exits as COLE reenters.

                                   COLE
            So perhaps you've been wondering all this time--even though
            I've done my level best to distract you--how things were for
            me with my two shattered legs and all the surgeries I
            tolerated trying to get those damn things to walk.

                                   MAN enters.

                                   MAN
            In his apartment in the Waldorf Towers, Cole Porter had a
            small embroidered pillow that said, "Don't Explain--Don't
            Complain."

                                   COLE
            I was fine. And if you think I holed myself up like some kind
            of cripple, then you forget that I love to travel. And I'd
            never been to Machu Picchu.

                                   A SECOND MAN comes in and they both
                                   hoist Cole in their arms.

                                   COLE (CONT'D)
            With my valet Paul and a male nurse--and some crutches and a
            wheelchair--I climbed those Andes. And even though I'd just
            been through two years of surgeries, I had plenty of energy
            and felt great.  I had a lot more energy than Paul and the
            nurse, in fact.

                                   Paul and Nurse set Cole down, after "a
                                   long hike." They are exhausted.

                                   PAUL
                          (panting)
            I wonder why...

                                   COLE
            And when the only way to climb the ruins was by riding a
            horse...I rode a horse.  Peruvian horses are apparently far
            less clumsy than the Long Island variety.

                                   The two men exit, and LINDA enters.

                                   COLE (CONT'D)
            I worked, I traveled, I had dinner parties, I fell into
            romantic abandon...and I loved my wife.

                                   LINDA
            In 1954, my emphysema got the better of me.

                                   COLE
            Linda...

                                   LINDA
            It's time, Cole.

                                   ATTENDANTS bring out a chair for Linda
                                   to weakly sit in. Cole sings EVERY TIME
                                   WE SAY GOODBYE as Linda becomes weaker,
                                   then dies, then is carried off.

                                   COLE
            EVERY TIME WE SAY GOODBYE, I DIE A LITTLE
            EVERY TIME WE SAY GOODBYE, I WONDER WHY A LITTLE
            WHY THE GODS ABOVE ME, WHO MUST BE IN THE KNOW
            THINK SO LITTLE OF ME THEY ALLOW YOU TO GO
            WHEN YOU'RE NEAR THERE'S SUCH AN AIR OF SPRING ABOUT IT
            I CAN HEAR A LARK SOMEWHERE BEGIN TO SING ABOUT IT
            THERE'S NO LOVE SONG FINER
            BUT HOW STRANGE THE CHANGE FROM MAJOR TO MINOR
            EVERY TIME WE SAY GOODBYE

                                   WOMAN enters. Through the following,
                                   Cole continues staring in the direction
                                   in which Linda was carried out.

                                   WOMAN
            Cole returned to the home in Williamstown he had owned for
            years with Linda...where the guest cottage--where Cole had
            always lived--was still called "No Trespassing."

                                   A SECOND WOMAN enters.

                                   SECOND WOMAN
            After her death, Cole never once set foot in Linda's House.

                                   A MAN enters and begins to sing WHAT IS
                                   THIS THING CALLED LOVE.

                                   MAN
            WHAT IS THIS THING CALLED LOVE?

                                   SECOND WOMAN
            If he needed supplies, he would make a list and give it to
            the servants.

                                   MAN
            THIS FUNNY THING CALLED LOVE.

                                   SECOND WOMAN
            And wait outside the door while the servants collected them.

                                   MAN
            JUST WHO CAN SOLVE ITS MYSTERY?

                                   WHY SHOULD IT MAKE A FOOL OF ME?

                                   WOMAN
            Eventually, Cole Porter dynamited "Linda's House," and moved
            "No Trespassing" to its foundation. For the superior views.

                                   MAN
            I SAW YOU THERE ONE WONDERFUL DAY
            YOU TOOK MY HEART AND THREW IT AWAY
            THAT'S WHY I ASK THE LORD IN HEAVEN ABOVE
            The Two Women join him in harmony for the last line.
            ALL THREE
            WHAT IS THIS THING CALLED LOVE?

                                   Cole snaps out of his reverie, taking
                                   in the singers who have just finished.

                                   COLE
                          (to the singers)
            Thank you.
                          (to audience)
            Don't worry...I'm not going under again. As you may have
            noticed, if I stay with the music, I don't lose myself. In
            fact, I still had one more show to write after Linda's death.
            It was called "Silk Stockings," and it featured a song I
            think you've heard once before, when I bent the laws of time
            and space and sang it to a Russian named Boris about thirty
            years ago.

                                   Cole reprises ALL OF YOU, beginning the
                                   song while looking to the spot where
                                   Linda had exited.

                                   COLE
            I LOVE THE LOOK OF YOU,
            THE LURE OF YOU
            THE SWEET OF YOU,
            AND THE PURE OF YOU
            THE EYES, THE ARMS, AND THE MOUTH OF YOU
            THE EAST, WEST, NORTH, AND THE SOUTH OF YOU
            I'D LOVE TO GAIN COMPLETE CONTROL OF YOU HANDLE EVEN THE
            HEART AND SOUL OF YOU
            LOVE AT LEAST A SMALL PERCENT OF ME DO
            'CAUSE I LOVE ALL OF YOU
                          (to musical director)
            Please keep an underscore going, would you?

                                   COLE
                          (to audience)
            So, you may be coming to some conclusions regarding how I
            lived...how I loved.  The only details you know for sure are
            that I was married to a woman, and I loved men.  Who was the
            love of my life?  Was it Boris?  Ed Tauch?  Tom? Harry?
            Dick?...Linda?  Some have surmised that I slept with Linda. 
            Some have surmised that I slept with everyone but Linda. 
            Once again...make the choice that you're happiest with.  I
            know I tried to.

                                   Intro begins to I CONCENTRATE ON YOU.

                                   COLE (CONT'D)
            Be everything as it may, I was married for 35 years to a
            wonderful woman who believed in me and my work, and gave me
            the courage to continue my career through the nine years when
            I had nothing but flops.

                                   One by one, the ENSEMBLE come on the
                                   stage, around Cole. They hum to the
                                   song.

                                   COLE (CONT'D)
            She fought every doctor to keep my legs, one of which was
            finally amputated four years after her death. I did not write
            anything further after it was removed, and I died six years
            later.

                                   A wheelchair and medical equipment--the
                                   same as at the top of the show--appear.

                                   COLE (CONT'D)
            Linda had been so right...when I was whole, I kept creating
            music. And now the music keeps creating me.

                                   ENSEMBLE
            WHENEVER SKIES LOOK GRAY TO ME
            AND TROUBLE BEGINS TO BREW
            WHENEVER THE WINTER WINDS BECOME TOO STRONG
            ENSEMBLE PLUS COLE
            I CONCENTRATE ON YOU.

                                   COLE
            WHEN FORTUNE CRIES "NAY, NAY" TO ME
            AND PEOPLE DECLARE "YOU'RE THROUGH"
            WHENEVER THE BLUES BECOME MY ONLY SONGS

                                   ENSEMBLE
            I CONCENTRATE ON YOU.

                                   Cole sits in the wheelchair, as a
                                   DOCTOR and a NURSE (whose face remains
                                   obscured from the audience) attend to
                                   him.

                                   THREE WOMEN
            ON YOUR SMILE, SO SWEET, SO TENDER
            WHEN AT FIRST MY KISS YOU DO DECLINE

                                   THREE MEN
            ON THE LIGHT IN YOUR EYES WHEN YOU SURRENDER--

                                   There is a fermata hold on the end of
                                   the musical line, as the heart monitor
                                   lets out--in tune with the music--a
                                   long beep, indicating that Cole has
                                   died.

                                   THREE MEN (CONT'D)
            AND ONCE AGAIN OUR ARMS INTERTWINE

                                   DOCTOR
            There was nothing more we could do for Mr. Porter. It was his
            time.

                                   The Nurse turns to face DS, revealing
                                   herself as LINDA.

                                   NURSE/LINDA
            Yes, Doctor.

                                   During the last section of the song,
                                   the Doctor becomes part of the singing
                                   Ensemble.
                                   Linda stirs Cole, who is once again
                                   adroit, and he stands. Cole and Linda
                                   walk contentedly to the side of the
                                   stage.

                                   ENSEMBLE
            AND SO WHEN WISE MEN SAY TO ME
            THAT LOVE'S YOUNG DREAM NEVER COMES TRUE
            TO PROVE THAT EVEN THE WISE MEN CAN BE WRONG
            I CONCENTRATE ON YOU.

                                   Cole and Linda have reached the edge of
                                   the stage. He looks back on the last
                                   sung line, taking in the music. On the
                                   last bar of the song, the lights go out
                                   on Cole and Linda as they disappear.

                                   Ensemble slowly fades to black.

                                   
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