I LOVE LUCY: The Broadway Play

Act Two, Scene Three: The Tropicana

(Ricky is practicing a number with his orchestra after finishing the song, he turns to the band.)

RICKY: That's good, boys. Take a break.

(Ricky begins to walk off the stage when Jerry, his agent, meets him there, holding a newspaper.)

JERRY: Hey, Ricky. Ricky.

RICKY: Hey, Jerry. What is it?

JERRY: Why didn't you tell me about your wife's celebrity status? Something like that could be great publicity for the club.

RICKY: What? My wife?

JERRY: Yeah Lucy. She's going to be the star of a Broadway musical.

RICKY: That can't be my Lucy.

JERRY: (Handing Ricky the newspaper) See for yourself.

RICKY: (Takes the newspaper and begins reading it) "Broadway will be shinning bright when Derek Nolan's newest musical production "The Golden Goose" will premiere in New York latter this year. Cast in the lead will be exotic beauty Lucita Ricardo, wife of famous bandleader Ricky Ricardo".



JERRY: Say, I never knew her name was Lucita.

RICKY: It isn't. It must be a mistake. Unless....

JERRY: Unless what?

RICKY: Unless this is another one of Lucy's hair-brained schemes to get herself into show business.

JERRY: You think so?

RICKY: It must be. And if it is, we can be sure with Lucy in the lead, "The Golden Goose" is sure to lay a big egg.

(A man comes up to Ricky with a telephone.)

MAN: Telephone for Ricky Ricardo.

RICKY: (To the man) Thank you. (Takes the phone) Hello?

FRED: (Off-screen) Hello, Rick? This is Fred.

RICKY: Fred, what's going on?

FRED: (In his apartment) I just got some news from old blabsy-mouth Ethel. It turns out that Lucy has gotten a role in a Broadway play.

RICKY: (In the club) Yeah, I saw that just now in the paper.

FRED: (In his apartment) That's just the beginning. It turns out that she got the whole role without even auditioning because Lucy told Derek Nolan that she was an exotic Latin actress so to get the part, she's been wearin' a wig and talking in a fake accent.

RICKY: (Off screen) No kiddin?

FRED: Yes, and to top it all off, he's coming to your apartment tonight to go over the role.

RICKY: (In the club, laughing) Oh, I wouldn't miss that for the world. Thanks Fred. (hangs up phone, hands it back to the man and the man walks offstage. Ricky turns to Jerry) Jerry, I want tonight's show at the club to be cancelled. I'm dunt want to miss this.

(Fade Out)