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ORGE

Yeah.

This way they are.

That's right sorry, ladies.

Or this all.

This isn't his Zafar word.

This is what he has done.

Dang that.

I can see.

Dang it.

This isn't his saying.

This something stuff.

Lex has done. Is that as far as he's gone?

He's gone over the top quite spectacularly.

Yeah, probably.

I've got Corky Brown coming in late with his picture.

He's out the pub getting pissed.

I've got the bankrolls on the screech for money coming on Thursday.

He's going to see things this Thursday.

Do you understand me?

Does anybody listen to me, roundie?

There's no point building your hopes on money from that source.

The banks are far...

Far too conservative.

Mr. Marco, please.

You're wanting on set.

You're all wanting on set.

Right this minute.

Mr. Marco, let's move it.

Right, let's clear this place.

Come on, everybody.

I could do with the lights.

If you're going to get falling down, don't bother.

I managed somehow.

I've never met such a placement for falling down.

Stambock, Stambock, damn you!

Pay don't burn bishops these days.

Where is he?

That's it.

That's it.

I followed Professor Diliplast and his performing poodles.

Wechmoustache and everything in French.

Very chic.

Mad all over the dressing room.

He had a powerful French way with the word zut.

Zut, he used to say.

And those little curly bastards did everything, but so programmed.

The camera is waiting.

The rest of the team's waiting.

You're supposed to be filming, Corky.

Ms. Jacko, am I a wife?

My wife?

Ms. Jacko, me?

You're not just hurting me anymore.

You're hurting you now.

I have been attempting to transfer my affections to Ms. Jacko, me.

Ms. Jacko, me as far as I can determine, is a creature without guile.

Come on, Corky.

Ms. Jacko, be at the moment, seems to be without quite a lot of things.

Get him out of here.

Hey.

You ready?

I don't need any help from the hired help.

I knew this would happen if we got together with Eddie Marco.

There's no way to talk about a bishop.

Ha ha!

Farewell, Ms. Jacko, be.

Ms. Jacko, be.

I knew this would happen if we got together with you.

Father, Father, I have sinned.

I should hope so, my son.

You were in there long enough.

To work Eddie.

Don't worry about it.

I've never seen such a placement for falling down.

By the lights of the silver immon.

That was a mark, what you're going to say.

I love to drink.

That's what it means.

You're wondering both what you're going to say.

To my honey, I'll sing love to you.

Honey.

You're enjoying this, aren't you?

Me and Eddie go a long way back.

Going back's not your problem, it's going down.

Nobody's going down.

You think so?

You know the difference, believe it.

I know the difference, it's over the punches.

And that's how I do money we're after.

They'll get their money's worth.

Not where you'll swift out your brains.

If you want to beat your wife or get nostalgic with this

levy old fast, you do it in your own time.

Listen to me.

That's our first big picture we're making over there.

And that's problems enough.

If you can't handle these little comic one realers,

then you better polish up your filth.

And get back to your sporting, gentlemen smoking concerts.

I don't have to take this crap from you.

We were just enjoying it.

Do you know what gets on my tits?

It's when the actors start enjoying it.

As curtain times, if ever there was one.

Now get back on that set, all of ya.

Why you should know better than this?

Ernie, what's your plan for Lettie?

Gonna give her a pat on her.

Then what?

In the hour, baby.

The scoops finished the tolling cast.

What part?

I'll get something written for her.

Listen, she's down at the hotel.

We're gonna look after her and keep her sober.

Tell us she's on the break of her career.

Why don't you tell her?

Wow, she just froze things at me.

She thinks I'm up to something.

Ah, you wonder why?

Just tell her to stop fighting me and I'll sort out a future for her.

Do you mean that, Ernie?

I wouldn't like to see her messed about.

Oh, cool.

Well, if there really is a future for her.

Well, there is a future for her if she plays my cards right.

It's not maybe not the future that she was hoping for,

but there is a future for her.

There's a writer.

He's on his way.

I'll be off him.

You haven't been bullying him.

Then why have I been bullying him?

Anytime it suits you.

Oh, come on, more men.

Lou go back a long way.

Like the woman?

What woman?

Oh, come on, Ernie.

There's no need to lie to me.

We have our arrangement.

Who's lying to you?

It included marriage.

It doesn't have to include fidelity.

Will you open the safe?

You're going to change the flower routine?

You're dead right.

I'm going to change my opinion.

I'm very relieved to hear it.

The sight of a condemned man grilling through a noose for the flower in his teeth.

He's beautiful.

He's embarrassing.

I'm telling you, he's beautiful.

Oh, Ernie.

Don't give me a while, Ernie.

It's the best thing Max has done.

He may be slow to punch, but he knows what the punters are looking for.

I thought you agreed to change it.

Yeah, not all of it.

Well, what then?

The way she's doing it, the way she's throwing a beaten thing.

Who, Grand Harper?

Certainly Gwynn Harper.

What's she coming on like a brewer's dream and thought?

When he said she was big in the theatre, he was right.

She's big every bleat and wear.

Have you seen the way she's throwing it?

It's a flower, for Christ's sake.

A tender moment.

She's lobbing it at him like a keg a brown owl.

I think the whole thing's appalling.

I know you do.

But you've been brought up on literature.

There's big on that lived along on board, haven't you?

You know about literature, I suppose.

Well, I'll read the synopsis tonight.

The stories is any good, I've been necking them.

Look, Mom, what you don't realize is that we are making films for people who work like a dog all day.

They're not going to fry away their six months on some daffol but being subtle.

What are you doing?

I've got you in a decent suit.

The least you can do is keep your tie fastened.

You're good with clothes and things like that, hasn't you?

For other people, yes.

You know, wedlocks and education coming from you.

That's not what that surprise is coming from you.

Yeah.

Well, we've made a good start, haven't we?

It's not been boring.

I've had a few bollocks.

No doubt there'll be more.

Come here, come here.

Come here.

Come here.

Do you know that?

I need all this stuff.

You're quite a girl, do you know that?

Time and place, I mean.

I know what a place is, aren't it?

Just keep still a minute, come here.

What do you want?

Sorry.

Well, why did you send him away?

You wanted him.

What a one aim for.

That was the writer, Captain Sandbeck.

I knew he's not exactly memorable, but you have seen him before.

Here, help me.

Listen, gunk in bag.

Who's he keep creeping away for? Quick.

No, no, no.

Keep your tongue.

Come on, heads.

Action!

We'll do that again.

Right, Danna.

D, everybody.

Do I have to curse you again?

It's getting so I breathe, that twice a day.

Me too.

You don't have to have a light up on your juvenile person.

Oh, there you are, Captain.

And Mrs. Cole.

Yes.

Yes.

Mrs. T.

Oh, thank you.

Mrs. Cole.

Yes.

That girl.

Oh, little Dotty Brewer?

Yes, yes.

Smoking.

Ah, the truth is, she's not quite so little, Dotty Brewer.

I don't understand the moving picture business.

Oh, you wrote us a marvelous script for the high women.

Yes, yes.

It'd be much better off alone in my cottage, writing my adventure stories for young people of all ages.

Oh, you'll get used to us, Captain.

No, I don't think so.

Oh, children, smoking, Mrs. Cole, I...

Oh, yeah.

This way, Captain.

Yeah.

Captain Sandbeck.

No?

The writer.

Where?

Who's that woman?

What woman?

With Lou Ellen, who can't even look me in the face.

Oh, I can't help it if he's talking about looking guilty.

Is he smart on the wrap?

She looks like a tart.

Yeah, but does she look an attractive tart?

That's the problem.

Captain Sandbeck.

Oh.

Captain.

What is all this, so, Captain Lock?

Oh.

Oh, come, do we have to be so full?

Can't we get down a shed or a hurry?

No, ever it is.

Willie, actually.

Willie, eh?

Yeah.

Light the job you'd in on the highway, man.

Oh, thank you.

Yeah.

Don't we, Mo, loved it?

What?

The R-Wemon.

Oh, yes, we were very pleased.

Oh, yeah.

It was interesting once I'd got the hang of the four.

Oh.

Yeah, yeah, yes.

No, just shit down, Willie.

Take the wait.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Oh.

Thank you, Arnold.

Yes, it's going to be a...

A-1 top drawer picture of the R-Wemon.

Yeah.

It just needs...

Something.

Yeah.

Sorry, it needs something.

Yeah, just a touch.

Is that a certain kind of...

Yeah, I mean...

Yes, but I thought...

I thought we'd finish with that script.

Oh, yeah, we all thought we'd finish with a script, Willie.

But when you're making pictures, you can see the picture of all he'd done, you know?

Yeah.

And the old instinct starts working.

That little voice starts to whisper, you know?

That it needs, maybe...

What?

More feminine interest?

Well, you see, for theatrical purposes, we've got this beefy old bag in a lead.

Oh.

Now, what we need in a couple of scenes is someone who's so...

Younger?

Brass, yeah?

Someone who looks like a tart.

Someone exactly like that woman Luella, and shepherding around the set.

Hey, that's it.

How's that for an idea?

Terrific.

Oh, I like that.

You like that?

My wife likes that.

You like that?

Oh, really?

Just a couple of scenes.

Younger woman.

Someone who the eye woman was at it with before he met Lady Cynthia.

Yeah, bar made.

She works in this tavern that he used to toss in between old apps.

You know, a bit...

She's a bit rough on the outside.

And even rougher inside.

Oh.

Excuse me.

Oh, a gold.

Do you know the sort of thing, Willie?

Yes, I know the sort of thing.

Oh, I know.

I know the sort of thing.

Oh, I know the sort of thing.

Oh, a gold.

Do you know the sort of thing, Willie?

Yes, I know the sort of thing too scenes.

Oh, oh, yeah.

Maxima.

They'll make a career at it.

You know, I'm absolutely rubbish.

It's a nice place, this.

Nice prices.

I don't know what your clothes have glue me about.

But a nation finally attuned to the chemistry of footballing.

Oh, and he's paying the prices, right?

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

My right.

My right drug??

No, not sure.

I've been carrying the prices right.

He's constructed the bill.

Right..

He told you to take me somewhere nice.

He's coming up in the world.

N...

what he walked out on me.

I suppose it's a kind of idea?

My cross bru David's mind,

much he's been abandoned under a racetrack.

Starting, I thought,

shell me.

Unlikely pair of bleeds.

Came back for me, then.

N.A.

Not exactly.

What do you mean?

As sense me, didn't he?

What are you doing in us?

No, sir, we are.

You used to be a lot more fun.

Do you know that?

Eh, that's all we had then, wasn't it?

You like her.

You've got an olive mrs. Arne Cole.

She's a person I admire.

Well, that's more than he does.

I'll see him to a cent for me now, would he?

Yes?

I'm sorry to disturb you, Arne.

But Gwen Harper's on her way to see you.

What about?

About the party.

What about the party?

We're giving it for her.

What more does she want?

Look, listen.

She wants Gilber Winslow to be there.

He'll be there.

If she wants him there, he'll be there.

We can't order him to be there.

You think so? Watch me.

We ought not to be in the business, Arne,

procuring young men for the jaded tastes of aging actresses.

Oh, come on.

All you're talking about young Winslow.

Don't worry about his virginity.

He's been giving it away like a steam hammer since he was knowing.

He's far too young.

Round the face is young.

Round the trousers is his older and I bleat name.

That's a thesis I have my doubts about.

He's going to the party.

Miss Harper.

Ha ha, Miss Harper.

Come in.

Sit down.

Look what we do.

You're a juvenile leader's avoiding me.

I will not have him avoiding me.

If we're going to work together,

I must build up some kind of a rapport with him.

Yeah, but I'm sure.

And how can I when all I see is his back disappearing all the time?

Well, we're ready.

Well, back, can we help?

She wants to see more of his front.

Thank you.

Mort, thanks a lot.

Have a good one now.

Thank you.

Yeah, she puts it bluntly, but it's quite true.

Oh, it's not that he's irresistible,

but I will not have him avoiding me.

Where's all this avoidance?

Have you thought that that young boy might be shy?

Shy?

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.

He's about as shy as a corporal of horse guards.

And I know what I'm talking about.

Yeah.

It's one of my major theatrical experiences was a corporal of horse guards.

It wasn't he, Mr. Pixie.

Hmm.

The detail of the horse guards.

Oh, Pixie.

Hmm.

The details are none of your down business.

Have you not a drop to drink in this establishment?

You're running a dry shift.

I've fallen into a nest of tea totalers.

My god, he keeps it in the safe.

You get one belt and then he's back to work.

What?

And now, tell me, darling, who is going to be at my party?

Young Winslow's going to be at your party.

Bottoms up?

I should hope so.

Let's do a summary of these figures for the bank.

We won't claim to see these for the last three films anyway.

I'll show him as many figures as you like.

He's not going to be interested.

No.

He's 200 down flat every time.

Listen, I'm telling you, he's nearly there up and chasing.

Will you put that away while we're working?

You want Mr. Crane to put his bank's respectable money into our disreputable industry, do you?

Who says he's disreputable, practically everybody?

Yeah, but he still keeps going on the pictures, don't he?

And that's other figures I want it to see.

Increased attendances.

You know they're building real picture houses, now, do you?

Can I see you for a minute?

Well, no.

I'd like a few words in private, honey.

Well, won't it wait a few minutes?

That's all right.

I want to catch Cawkey before he leaves.

Put those away for me, will you?

It's a bit of a good lure, am I?

I'm not to me, I'm on pace.

Well, come on, get on with it.

Well, I want you to know that I've been happy lately.

He said it.

Well, I thought you were too.

Well, is that what you've closed the door for to find out if I'm happy?

Well, you ought to be, man. You're doing what you always wanted to, making pictures.

What are you doing here? You're supposed to be at the hotel looking after letting.

All right, well, that's what I'm here to tell you. Do your own slight jobs, man. I won't anymore.

Oh, come on, you well, chef. I've got enough problems without you going to party on me.

You ain't been on the old, uh...

You see? You haven't even noticed. I only drink moderately these days.

We're not going to be paying up the arse now, you're sober, are you?

I won't do it.

Do what a Christ's sake.

How do you think your wife feels, man? You would have been a face in it.

You sure that's any of your business?

Not anymore. I won't get involved.

Well, you don't even want to listen to her. I've got to say about it.

Not this time, honey. You could talk your way out of anything but a coffin.

But I don't want to hear it this time.

Here we go back along way, Lou.

Hi.

A relationship not noted for its orthodox, eh?

Right.

We have damn a few things. I'm not setting myself up as your judge, honey.

No?

I won't help you hurt Maud.

What is all this Welsh moral app lift all over satin?

It's called friendship, honey.

Friendship? You won't even listen to what I've got to say.

Not this time, honey. No more stories, no more schemes.

I don't want to know, see. I don't want to know.

You'd better sort off, then, ain't you?

I don't want to know.

Yes, you're working with some good people.

Keep your eye on Eddie Marco. He's an old pro.

You can learn a lot from Eddie Marco.

Oh, come on, Daddy. Is that how you see me?

There's a female Eddie Marco.

I don't get too clever, Miss V.

You can't play little dirty all your life.

Hurray! It's getting through finally.

I keep trying to tell everybody I'm getting too female for that sick-making child.

I don't mean to.

You should be good for that.

It's becoming obscene.

What are you talking about obscene? I get you started on this wonderful career.

I know you want to throw it all away.

I just want to throw up. You know it's obscene.

You can't even look me in the eye.

Another year, then. One year.

No.

You're asking? No!

By that time, hopefully your sister will be working.

If she can learn to smile.

The way Clara operates, she doesn't need to smile.

You will not talk in that way, young lady, about your sister.

If you want your mother to hear.

Do you think mother ever hears?

Maybe not.

Maybe she likes to hide from every unpleasantness.

Oh, yes, Daddy.

She likes to hide from any unpleasantness.

Your voice, don't you? She's only upstairs.

Oh, she's further than that.

That is not for sneering, Ed.

You're supposed to patch holes in people with a little understanding.

Now you've got nice hair child, small skin, bright eyes.

But you'll end up ugly if you have no sympathy.

Do you think I don't understand?

Do you think I'm too young?

Maybe.

And who keeps me too young?

I want people to see how old I am.

No, not people. I mean boys, Daddy.

I want young men to see how old I am.

Let Clara get established in the theatre.

Then when she's earning, then we can talk about your next move.

Is that what we mean to you? An income?

Don't underestimate it until you've been without it.

Is that what you...

It's your voice down.

Is that what you see when you look at me?

Have some rings!

It's all right, Livia.

Why are we shouting?

There is no need to raise your voice, dear.

And I'm sure little Dotty is not the kind of young lady to raise her voice.

Is there anything wrong?

Darling?

Nothing, Mother.

Everything's so good.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Nothing, Mother.

Everything's fine.

Young ladies do not raise her voices.

Except of course in song.

Instead of raising our voices at each other,

I am going to sit down at that piano

and we will all raise our voices in melody.

As the good Lord intended.

Not now, Livia.

Yes, Jack.

This very instant.

It seems such a long time since we sang together.

How come along, come along, when all of you so much better?

No, Livia.

Yes, Jack.

This very instant.

All the little pansy faces growing in the garden there.

Why do you have to worry, Mother?

No, could you with eyes?

I have to stop making my own love.

For to see the lady there.

And when you come out to check,

leaning like a queen above.

All the little pansy faces look at you with eyes of love.

That's her, Bobby Dazzler.

You look like her duchess.

And Borrow Jewellery. He's pwned all mine.

Is Emi Orteporn?

I thought he ought to see me at least once when I'm not laboring for him.

I think like a bit of competition to bring out the best in a while.

He's asleep.

I want to touch him all the time.

I know.

I've started to go to church again, Livia.

About time.

I did not.

There's so many things that can happen to small, perfect organisms.

I've left a number by the phone where you can reach.

I'm not using that thing, Enore.

Livia, you must promise me.

Nobody's going to need you.

No, but if you did, it's perfectly simple.

I'd telephone so I'll now go out and enjoy yourself for a few hours.

Yes, I will.

Oh, the Sampiran cellar?

Oh, if you don't imagine, I...

Well, maybe the one.

You do, son. It's bleating things.

Come here.

I've told you a million times.

You knock on my door.

How can I not with an enfool of Catholic?

Shh! The child's asleep.

Oh, well, no, would I?

I never get to see the kid.

Every time I make a move, that old bitch snatches him away.

It's not funny. It's me, I own kid.

Well, he's nearly me, I'm.

I hate these monkeys, since.

I don't know how to tango.

Well, no one knows how to tango. It's brand new.

Gwynne Hopper knows how to tango. She's going to show the peasants, isn't she?

It's not considered very proper.

Well, even when you're married, you can tango when you marry culture.

You're going to make me tango, aren't you?

You look different tonight.

Why, what way?

Well, it's your, it's your air, or...

I'll add a plate now, do I know what I mean?

Here, look.

Come in.

Terrific.

I wear the emeralds.

Yes, madam.

Just keep them with the back.

Yes, madam.

Why don't you insist on struggling with your own tie?

Where's Hodges?

Does it matter?

In my mirror, while I'm still dressing, yes.

It does matter.

Oh.

You've chosen fingers, Johnson.

Sorry, madam.

Leave it.

I'll finish.

You can go now.

Thank you, madam.

The girls' encouragement are all.

Down go, no boots.

I hadn't noticed.

It was to be one of your course early evenings.

Up to her ankles in Barnyard, Ricochet.

Storing her bloomers.

Tis to be one of your course early evenings.

I was hoping, William, it could be a carefully evening.

Was there those people?

At my old concert?

That's right. Go with an open mind.

It's beyond me, who I was going at all.

Well, stay, damn it, stay.

So what you'd like?

We need something socially acceptable.

This is an orphan.

Flog your maid.

I'm going with you.

I know my duty.

It's a party, goddamn it.

What is duty to do with it?

It's been out all afternoon making unwed mothers feel miserable.

Isn't that enough duty for one day?

I won't let you go alone.

Make a fool of yourself.

Those people.

Oh, do stop saying those people.

Well, film people.

It's a business, not a social disease.

Well, I'm not a fool.

It's a business, not a social disease.

I wish I could feel so confident about that.

Oh, if we're going, Midea, for God's sake,

let's go in something like a proper frame of mind.

Since we was proper, I had anything to do with film people.

Heavens, man.

Even theatricals look down on film people.

Can you imagine anything solo that theatricals can look down on it?

Oh.

Step, step, cork, scream.

Dip, together, the dip, together.

Long, jammed up.

Dip, together, the turn.

And dip, two, three, four.

Hold, two, three, four.

One, two, three.

Half, no, no.

And tighter.

Anyone would think you'd have a elder woman before.

Promenade.

Dip that.

And dip, two, three, four.

You mean ever older woman before?

I've never let go.

Oh!

Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I never thought you expected me so devastating.

That's the first time I've ever had that done.

I'm using.

Boy, what do you think you're going?

I don't feel like a party.

I'm leaving.

You're taking Lettie to the party.

I told you, Annie, do you're all slight jobs, man?

I'm singing with Yett.

Lettie's not for me.

She's for the banker.

We need his money.

You're a louse, honey.

But you're a louse who's not cheating on his wife.

Why don't you tell her that you're not cheating on his wife?

Why don't you tell her, man?

What should they?

So after what round telling everybody,

people should dress people.

Oh!

You can't get that girl to the party and make her cut down on the feathers.

Right?

Last thing that banker needs is a nostril full of feathers.

Go on, my son.

Here's a drop, boy.

All right.

Mrs. Arnold Cole.

I never can get used to it as Mrs. Arnold Cole.

Of course, and you, she might, Mally, I could see that.

But what I could never foresee in a million years was I'm marrying someone like him.

Well, the first time I clapped eyes on him, I tried to send him round to the tradesman's entrance.

There he was.

Built like a ballad and cheeky with it.

I know I thought this means trouble and I still think so.

Mr. Cole was very kind to me when my husband died.

There was nobody else around.

Ah, an ankle.

He blew in like, like a small hurricane.

And I've been whirled along with the breeze ever since.

He may not always be polite, but he's never mean.

Have you been widowed long, look?

Oh, I've been a widow so long I'd be quite unnerved in anything but black.

Well, I always think black is smart and that dress looks lovely.

I always feel it's very suitable at the piano.

Was it a happy manager?

Oh, yes.

He was away most of the time.

I almost felt like a spinster.

I had the respectability without the inconvenience.

Anna.

Being alone so much of the time made it easier for me to accept the challenge of Whitford.

I just slipped into a black dress and there I was.

I dried my eyes and I looked into the mirror and I could see straight away it was going to suit me.

It was as though Whitford had been waiting for me all my life.

Here you are at last Violet, I thought.

This is where you belong.

This tea's very good.

MUSIC

Whoa, Percy.

Oh, good.

Come in sport.

What are you sneaking off to?

Oh, nice little outfit.

What have you come as?

Let me guess. A walking portable dark, will you, eh?

I was looking for Clara.

Well, keep looking sport. She could be under there.

You could do with the spot, the warm stuff.

Nondlot.

And, Noggin, for my friend here, the small tent.

Well, just the one.

One.

You come here all dressed up for falling down. You only want one.

If you're looking for Clara sport, we could both use a few stiffness before we face these.

Mark, my words, Percy. Tonight's going to be a terrible night.

It's got me dressed a waiter, Mr. Cole.

All right.

Belt.

Who?

Maximilian Llegender.

You say he's nine?

Belt, wicks.

LAUGHTER

Try and act more like a waiter, Hector.

Remember, cold tea and ginger beer for the actors, say the real stuff for the guests.

The bowton o'er, it's not real whiskey.

Then add authenticity with your Iberian charm.

Ah!

Mr. and Mrs. Crane!

The smile, there will always be night at you, then, eh?

Come, come, come.

We got champagne, caviar, and...

Hector?

It's Captain Sandbag, Lily.

It's the writer.

Oh, the writer!

Captain Sandbag, of course.

I hope I haven't turned.

Oh, not at all, not at all.

Captain Sandbag has been working on the script.

Oh!

They're always altering the script.

Captain Sandbag has been writing some new scenes.

You know scenes are exciting.

How you said me going into the office tomorrow, I wondered if you would, er,

hand them in for me.

Of course, of course, of course.

Yes.

No sooner said than done.

Please sit down, Captain Sandbag, please.

For him, it's Sherry, Lily.

Oh, can't stop.

For him a large, Sherry, Lily.

Oh, just a little, Sherry.

Oh, well, well.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

So...

You are the right...

Oh.

Getting the hang of it now.

Oh, terribly interesting.

Being right.

Er, no, not really.

Oh, come along now.

No, they kill off your characters.

How sad?

Er, as a dolish of the ninth.

Throw him off an airship.

A new scene in the tavern.

Oh, these film people.

Oh, dear, oh dear.

These film people.

Oh, dear.

These film people.

Oh, I like this new scene in the tavern.

Er, er, he'll go with the innkeeper.

And his buxome wife.

Oh.

Oh, his head?

Oh, oh, oh.

Oh, oh, oh.

Ah, you really make it counter life, don't you?

Yes.

You'll go with the innkeeper and his buxome wife.

Er, er, er, that only there to open the door.

Yes, I noticed that.

And yet somehow you know, you want to know more about these people.

Oh, dear.

Just nibble the dame just there.

Once it's in my picture, that's my carcass now.

And we all have a vested interest in keeping it lovely to appear.

It's such a small part.

It hardly seems worth making any dietary efforts.

That's not wrong before we can walk my little one.

Or before we've sampled it.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm sure you're not sure.

I'm sure you're not sure.

I'm sure you're not sure.

I'm sure you're not sure.

I'm sure you're not sure.

Or before we've sampled the rich variety of position available to the ambitions.

Not sure.

I'm entirely in your hands, Miss.

You're not sure.

Just as long as I'm useful to you.

You have very nice breasts, dear.

But I'm not sure we can make a career.

You need to like to try.

Yeah, actually.

Thank you.

That's the real thing.

Listen, fuzzy boy.

I'm paying for the real thing.

I'm drinking the real thing.

Where's Gwen Armer?

This is supposed to be her party we're paying for.

She's upstairs.

We'll get her there now.

I've got the banking money here.

I want her to make a fuss of these drinks.

Come down.

Why not?

What's she bitching about now?

She won't come down until Gilbert's here.

Well, gay man.

It's on his way.

He better be on his way.

Champagne tastes like ginger beer.

Much obliged.

So what I want to know is, what do you need the Briller girl for if you've got a motorbike?

Clara.

Clara.

I'm in love with her.

She's beautiful.

Yeah.

Is she passable?

I've got a photograph somewhere.

No, no.

I haven't found it yet.

I want to tell you something about Clara.

If it's anything bad, I don't want to hear it.

Don't fall in love with her.

It's too late.

It's never too late.

You've got a photograph somewhere.

Look, Percy.

She's not the kind of girl you're falling in love with.

Let's go and find her.

She's not here.

Really, she?

She's at the party going half as party.

Big, briefies party.

Oh, I better come back to the monitor then.

Oh.

I've got a better idea.

You're going to the party.

What?

Just like this?

Don't worry about it.

You look fine.

You're going as my chauffeur.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

What's he doing with his wife?

He came with his wife.

Oh, he came with his overcoat.

Oh, he's done with it, didn't he?

Oh, we're going all kid pie.

I want to get him away.

He's gone.

Oh, he's gone.

told about money tonight, aren't he?

A long story man.

Join himself, go on on.

Go and talk to her.

I want him to get a taste.

For the film business.

What's she doing here?

Oh, don't stop.

Oh, how dare you bring us together, aren't they?

Keep your shirt on, she's with Blue Ellen.

Yes, you can't even look me in the eyes, because he knows what a cheap game you're playing.

Oh, yes, don't hold me like that.

Don't hold me like that.

We made a bargain, remember?

Yes, I remember.

Well, I've kept mine, so I've got more do you want?

I know, I'm not entitled to your fidelity, just your common courtesy.

She'll keep it, cow.

You and that kid in my family, I love you, do you think I'm going to throw away for a tart?

Get over there and do your job.

Good evening, Lou.

Well, evening, Maude. Miss Martindale, Mrs. Call.

Seen enough?

Enough to see that you're not as young as you strive to be, Miss Martindale.

It doesn't seem to worry your husband, then, Mrs. Sir.

Cole, it's his energy one admires.

His taste is a little shaky.

I couldn't agree more.

Well, do enjoy yourself, quietly.

I don't know how to behave.

I suppose you're looking for my husband.

Is that right?

Oh, here he is.

Hello, precious.

I'm just off to talk to the bankers.

See you, Lisa.

Where are you, too, Ben?

Do you know how long it takes her to get ready?

Well, she looks nice, doesn't she?

Are you sure you've got me apart in this film, Maude?

I keep telling you.

You'll never be sorry, darling.

Just don't have a do it.

And keep off the bows, all right?

And I, it's free.

You've got to have people that want you to meet.

I'll always be grateful, aren't you?

Well, go with it.

Miss a little room upstairs.

I'll meet you in about ten minutes, all right?

See you later, then, aren't you?

Is she the one?

Yes, she's the one.

And no comment.

Well, this has got a buzzum tucked inside where it should be.

What are you doing with a brewer, girl? Dress like that?

She'll have somebody's eye out.

I don't dress the girl.

Well, somebody better dress the girl before Mrs. Crane sees her.

Excuse me.

What am I, Mrs. Just a minute?

What's your game, man?

Get the brewer girl covered up with her.

What are you talking about?

Look.

Oh, my God, it's down to her boots.

Excuse me.

Enjoying yourself?

Told you we was a friendly people?

She's coming out of her drink.

Won't be a second.

I've got a little lady.

I want you to meet, man.

Really?

Yes.

I think you're going to find out the very friendly people.

I'll have to go.

It's all right.

Leave it to me.

I'm afraid we'll have to go.

The sense nonsense, the night is young.

The champagne, caviar, and later we're going to do the tango.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mrs. Cole.

I've got absolutely nothing else to wear.

Oh.

Husbands.

How do you go up with yours?

Not as well as I thought.

Well, if you can't, nobody can.

I haven't given up on him yet.

There's no one in this lot I want to talk to.

Good evening, Corky.

Why didn't you invite Eddie Marco?

If you were paying for the drinks, would you invite Eddie Marco?

At least he knows how to liven up a party.

It's not that kind of party.

Do try and stay sober, Corky.

Oh, there you go.

That's a hell of a prescription for a party.

It's been nice to Mrs. Crane night.

A face you could chop wood with.

Where's your boyfriend tonight?

Oh, don't start.

Hello, you three.

No, Paula.

Stop!

Oh, dear.

I...

Will you try not to, Jimmy?

Yes!

Hear out of here.

I'm sorry about this.

Not now, Lily.

Just a few misplaced high spirits, Mrs. Crane.

Lily, I'm afraid my spirits are not quite at that level.

Oh, come along, Mary.

I'm not legacy.

I think it's been made already.

You must go to supper, Mrs. Crane.

Yes, of course we must.

We'll get you a set.

Hey, come on, Lily.

Well, sorry, sweet.

It's in out of the cold.

Good evening.

I think my young friend here is about to be sick.

Oh, hi!

The place shall be for Christ's sake.

I'll get him, Mr. Presson.

Danding evasions!

The late King, God bless him,

who is no stranger to my dressing room,

a man of softer articulations and hard parts.

I have a token of his appreciation.

I have enthralled the America's Chicago,

particularly, smells of bone meal

and the vast evacuations of the Turivide,

which have driven endlessly into the public.

I love the night of the world!

You had to come all this way on that motorbike,

to puke on my picture?

That's the money that just drove away.

I do think I feel.

As bad as you look, we're okay.

You look terrible.

What's in there?

Did you see me?

Everybody saw you, you could've sold tickets.

I'll never look her in the face.

Who? Clara?

Who'd a brother girl?

Right.

Oh, my God.

You got a right knack for making a real muggy or so, aren't you?

Yeah.

Wipe your mouth.

Listen.

You'd better stay out of my sight for a long time, kid.

You hear me?

I don't want to see you.

You'd better be invisible.

You don't get to hear Mr. Cole.

I'll keep it for a gold sake.

Goofy, kid.

Listen.

You're going to learn to drink or you're going to stop drinking, right?

Yes, Mr. Cole.

And you stay out of my sight.

Yes, Mr. Cole.

Oh, God.

I suppose you want to know where I've been.

Well, I've been thinking things over.

And there's only one thing left for me to do.

And let's get drunk.

Don't say a word I don't want any arguments.

I'm going to lay one on.

I am going to get drunk as a skunk.

What are you doing sitting on the stairs?

Getting drunk.

Ha ha ha ha.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Cheers.