Ok, everyone ready to announce the winners of the contest?

Peter: Let's do it!

Mike: Heck yeah!

Micky: You betcha!

Davy: ready, mates.

Ben Quigley: (As Stanley and Doc move a piano into Studio A) Our final contestant is Mr. Michael Joel, a former movie house organist who will play for us his rendition of Gershwin's "Rhapsody In Blue" on piano.

(Mr. Joel is a youngish man with a long face and a serious expression. He sits down at the piano and plays the classic Gershwin jazz symphonic piece, though we only hear parts. Everyone watches raptiously. Peter's jaw drops open; Johnny looks startled, too. Even Mr. Fleagle's impressed. There's massive applause as Mr. Joel takes a bow.)

Emma: Wow, he was amazing!

*Micky whistles appreciatively.*

Peter: Did you see the way his fingers flew? Gershwin himself couldn't do better!

Mike: (Nods) Damn, he was good.

Valerie: (Sighs) I actually think he was better than the girls.

Emma: (Nods quietly) Me too.

Ben Quigley: We'll pause for a commercial, and when we come back, we'll announce the results of this week's Amateur Hour.

Emma: (Looks at Lauren) Why don't we go get the results? (Rolls her eyes and mutters) With all those chorus floozies in the lounge, we might never see the guys again if we send them!

Lauren: I know. Let’s get a move on.

(We head to the lounge area...which is the scene of chaos. Reggie flirts with a chorus girl. Frannie and Molly frantically tally votes. Mitchell and Miranda shout at each other. Some of the chorus girls continue to take calls; others chat with friends or do their nails. Brenda and Stanley mop around people. The commercial continues on the radio in the background. Emma groans and stands on a chair.)

Emma: QUIIIIIEEEEETTTTTTT!

(That gets EVERYONE'S attention...except for Frannie, who continues to tally votes.)

Emma: Well, how did it come out?

Chorus Girl 1: You wouldn't believe how many votes we got for the mop routine!

Brenda: Thank you!

Chorus Girl 2: The singer was really popular, too.

Chorus Girl 3: You know, there were these two dames who actually voted for the loonies who did the magic act? I think they were their girlfriends. They didn't sound old enough to be their mothers.

Chorus Girl 4: We had people asking us to NOT vote for the guy who broke all the dishes! (Sighs) Shame. I thought he was kinda cute.

Emma: That's nice, but who got the most votes?

Frannie: (Runs up to Emma and Lauren) I've got them! I've got them! (Hands the papers to Lauren) They're all tallied, every single last one as of right now. This is as good as it's gonna get.

Lauren: Thanks, Frannie. *turns to Emma with the papers* Let’s see what we've got...

Emma: Come on. You can even announce it this time.

Miranda: We're coming with you.

Mitchell: This is too good to NOT hear live.

Miranda: Besides, (she protectively takes Mitchell's arm and steers him around all of the chorines) I don't like the view in here. Too many wide open spaces.

Lauren: Let’s make someone very happy.

Mitchell: Mirrie... (She practically pushes Mitchell out the door, following Lauren and Emma, who return to Studio A just in time to hear the last of the commercial. They're followed by Brenda, Stanley, Miranda, Mitchell, Molly, and some of the chorus girls.)

Ben Quigley: And that's Fleagle's Records, your source for all your top Hit Parade favorites. (Pause; then, more dramatically) Welcome back to the Malibu Beach Amateur Hour! Yes folks, it's time to announce whom you, yes YOU, the people of Malibu Beach, have voted as this week's top amateur and winner of $1000 and a contract with Moonglow Studios. (Pulls away from the microphone as Lauren comes up to it)

Lauren: And our winner is...Mr. Michael Joel!

Brenda: Awww! :p

Louise: Oooh! :D

Lauren: Second goes to Brenda Conner, and third goes to Louise Lambert!

Brenda: (Hugs Stanley hard) Oooh, Stanley, did you hear? I'm second!

Stanley: Congratulations!

Louise: Oh, wow...

Johnny: (Smiles) Congradulations, Louise.

Ben Quigley: (ignoring Doc and Reggie's whistles as Johnny kisses Louise) Join us again next week at 8 for the Malibu Beach Amateur Hour, where you get to vote for your favorite amateur and make someone a star! Sponsored by Fleagle's Records, let Fleagle's records take you for a spin through the finest music and vocal selections. This is KMBR, Malibu Beach. Stay tuned for "Lawyers and Coppers," followed by "Nightmare City," all on KMBR. (Micky hits the three bells as Mitchell and Ben step behind the microphones and everyone else heads out.)

Peter: (Goes to Louise and Johnny as they come out with the rest of the Beachcombers) You were wonderful, Louise!

Louise: Thank you. :">

Peter: I didn't know you were such a wonderful singer! You should make records!

Louise: (Shakes her head) I don't really want to be a singer. I LIKE singing, but it's not what I want to do for a living. I'm not Jessica Dragonette. I'm just, well...

Johnny: Wonderful. The most wonderful girl in the world.

Louise: Oh Johnny....

(Doc and Reggie make faces behind the pair's back, imitating them. Jack smacks them both upside the head.)

Mr. Wilson: (Joins them) Hello, everyone. Good work. (Smiles at Louise and Brenda) You both did very well tonight. It's a shame you didn't win.

Brenda: That's ok. That Joel guy was really good!

Louise: He had genuine talent on the piano. The only time I've heard "Rhapsody In Blue" played anywhere near like that is when I went to see "King of Jazz" in 1930.

Mike: Hey, Brenda, what made you...I mean, what made you wanna balance a mop?

Brenda: Stanley talked me into it! I like balancing mops far more than I do singing!

Mike: (Nudges Stanley and whispers) Good work, man. Thanks for savin' our eardrums...and the ears of everyone in Malibu Beach.

Stanley: No problem.

Mr. Wilson: (Turns to Brenda) Do you currently have a job, young lady?

Brenda: (Shakes her head) I used to be the cleaning lady for an office building, but the office closed in 1931 and I couldn't find work anywhere. No one wanted a cleaning lady, or a maid, or even someone to pick up after them. I hadn't had a decent meal in two weeks before I finally went to Mr. Fleagle. He heard me singing in the waiting room, gave me an audition, and said he liked my voice so much, he would try to make me a big star. (Shrugs) That's nice, but I really just want to put food on the table.

Miranda: (Nods) I hit some hard times after "Romeo and Juliet" ended its run. (Smiles gently) But I wouldn't have met Mitchell and gotten this job if I didn't end up stranded in some small town in California with not a cent to my name. I first encountered him at a restaraunt in Los Angelas, and not only did I fall for him like a ton of bricks, but he recommended me for the acting job at the station. :)

Jack: Where IS Fleagle?

(He comes in, one arm around Joel, the other around a chorus girl.)

Mr. Fleagle: Wilson, where were you hiding these fantastic talents? This boy is amazing! And this young lady...(she giggles as his hand goes behind her bottom; she jumps, and they return to her shoulder) should have been on the show tonight instead of taking calls. ;)

Brenda: I'm sorry I didn't sing tonight, Mr. Fleagle...

Mr. Fleagle: Forget it! Forget everything! If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have discovered these two hot mamas! Mr. Joel is gonna be the next big thing, (grins at the chorine's...um, wide open spaces)...and this miss will be even bigger.

Chorus Girl: (Grins, and sings in a clear, nice soprano) Farwell, and good luck to all!

(Fleagle leads his finds out. Mr. Wilson sighs.)

Mr. Wilson: Thank goodness everything worked out! (Turns to the others) And I couldn't have done it without all of you.

Jack: What about us, Mr. Wilson?

Brenda: And me?

Mike: Why don't you keep all of them, Mr. Wilson? (Sighs and looks at the others) We have to be movin' on again. We have kids we have to go home to.

Mr. Wilson: We'll see you tomorrow, then?

Emma: No. We, um, got a traveling job, and our kids live with their grandparents and we need to see them, too.

Peter: (Looks at Johnny, frowning) But, guys...

Johnny: (Puts his arm around Peter) Don't worry, Peter. We'll manage somehow. We always do.

Peter: (Thougtful) Why don't you give our jobs to the Beachcombers? Let them and Louise be the judges and work as actors from now on?

Louise: And Brenda could appear with Stanley on "Uncle Brownie's Playland!"

Brenda: I'd love that! I could be Aunt...um, Aunt Sweetie!

Stanley: What a great idea!

Molly: We do still need help, Mr. Wilson.

Miranda: They're not horrible performers. (Looks at the Beachcombers) Have any of you acted?

Doc: Darlin', we'll do just about anything if it'll pay well enough and give us a chance to strut our stuff.

Reggie: Including play naked.

Molly: (Grins widely) Could we?

Mr. Wilson: Um, no. For one thing, the listeners can't see us. For another thing, I don't think the FCC would be too happy with that.

Mike: Someone's gonna have to drag Mick off the air, too.

Lauren: Literally.

Mr. Wilson: (Nods) I heard from Mr. Moony's daughter. He's ready and rarin' to get back to his job.

Lauren: I'll get him. *heads off to get Micky*

Johnny: Peter, couldn't you stay? I'm sure we'd find something for you to do...

Peter: (Shakes his head) I wish I could, Johnny. I really do, but we have to move on. (Hugs him, sobbing) I'm going to miss you so much, though. (Also hugs Louise) You too. You really are wonderful. No wonder Johnny likes you. (Smiles and puts his hands on their shoulders) You both love each other so much. You'll make each other very happy, I know you will!

Brenda: (Hugs everyone) Thanks for showing me that ALL of my talents are needed, not just singing, and for introducing me to Stanley!

Emma: You're welcome.

Mike: Always glad to save our ears...um, help start a career.

*Lauren returns, dragging Micky along with a firm grip on one of this ears.*

Micky: Ow ow ow ow ow! :P

(Everyone laughs, even Mr. Wilson and Miranda.)

Doc: Now that's movin'.

Reggie: How's your ears, Micky?

Micky: *rubs at his ear* Been better.

Mike: Ok, folks, it's time to move along.

Peter: But Michael...

Mike: (Shakes his head) I'm sorry, Pete, but we have children to go home to.

Valerie: Including us.

Peter: (Sighs, looking torn. He gives Louise and Johnny one last hug) You two be good, now! Always take care of each other, no matter what!

Jack: (Shakes Mike's hand) Good luck. You're all good performers.

Doc: Yeah, say hello to all the girls on the road for us!

Reggie: And if you see any who need work, send them to Malibu Beach care of KMBR! ;)

Miranda: (Shakes hands) Mitchell and Ben and I all appreciate how you helped us. Thank you, and good luck in your future endevors.

Mr. Wilson: (Also shakes hands) Thank you.

Mike: Thanks, guys. Ok, Mon...Eight Pearls...let's go.

(Peter takes one last, sad look at the others before we fade out on Louise and Johnny waving and on the radio on Frannie's desk playing "Lawyers and Coppers.")