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♪♪

Paper, sir? Paper, lady?

Paper?

Paper, sir?

Paper, governor?

Features the society scandal.

"Lady Wren to tell all in libel defense."

Paper, governor?

Oh, Gerald, darling, do stop going on and on.

[Crowd bustling with conversation]

[Speaking French]

Gerald!

It's that terrible Angele.

Hurry, Pierre.

There's that terrible Sybil.

OK, my darling,

come along.

[Reporters all talking at the same time]

Would you mind stepping out, Sir Gerald?

Can I have your autograph?

My wife and I love it.

Silence!

Silence in court!

Are you ready to resume, Sir Percy?

Perfectly, my lord.

I was in the course

of my cross-examination of Lady Wren.

Thank you.

Now, lady wren,

you have acknowledged authorship

of this biography entitled Les Girls.

I have.

This is your first venture into literature?

Oh, how kind of you to call it literature,

Sir Percy.

I'd only aspired to write

a few amusing anecdotes.

When you wrote of the plaintiff,

Angele Ducros,

that she attempted suicide

for the love of a man who rejected her,

was that little anecdote intended to amuse?

Well, it seemed to me to be readable.

And it was true,

if that's what you're getting at.

Kindly do not concern yourself

with what I'm getting at. Just answer my questions.

Now, you are aware, Lady Wren, are you not,

that if certain statements made in your book

are false or misleading,

then madame Ducros has been most cruelly libeled

for which she can justly claim damages.

Sir Percy, the story of my life in the theater

may read like fiction,

but I can assure you

that everything I've written in that book

happened exactly as I remembered it.

That is not for us, but for the jury to decide.

Wasn't that last observation

a comment rather than a question, Sir Percy?

If your lordship so wishes...

Now, in chapter 7,

which you have entitled "all for love,"

you suggest that Madame Ducros

not only attempted suicide for the love of a man,

but for a man who was not then

and is not now her husband.

Do you swear under oath

that that is to be the truth?

Well, Sir Percy, I'm not a flighty woman

who deliberately fabricates something

to injure the reputation of Madame Ducros.

Had I realized

she was going to materialize

out of the past claiming damages,

I might have omitted the chapter.

But it did happen,

and I must defend my statement.

She did attempt suicide.

In chapter 7,

which you have entitled...

"All for love."

Thank you.

The opening sentence reads:

"Our Valiant little musical act

had decided to conquer Paris."

"It was spring."

Yes, it was spring.

Spring is a chronological truth.

It happens once every year.

I can remember what I wrote.

We were in Paris. That was true.

We were playing

at the music hall Parisian

in an act called

Barry Nichols and Les Girls.

It happened, well, some years ago.

It was our first engagement in Paris,

and I can recall the excitement we felt

at being in this gay city

in the world of the theater.

Everything to us about Paris

was exciting.

The smells, the sounds,

the taxi noises...

Everything.

I was sharing a little flat

with an American dancer called Joy Henderson.

Hey, Sybil!

Sybil!

Listen, there's a message from Barry!

He wants us at the theater right away!

What for?!

Gee, I don't know.

Come on down. I'll wait for you.

Madame?

Would you hold on to these things for me?

Ah, mais oui.

I have to go to rehearsal. Thanks.

[Piano music playing]

Joseph! Joseph, the first one.

Francais, mademoiselle, s'il vous plait.

[New piano song begins]

I'm replacing Mimi.

Wh...

Sit down.

But why?

I don't like complications.

She's been carrying on

with that Romanian necktie salesman.

OK, merci!

What do you mean by "carrying on"?

He's--he's going to give her a ring.

Oh, so you knew it all the time?

You didn't tell me.

That's what I call loyalty.

Barry, Mr. Menesco wants to marry Mimi.

She wants a home. It's not a felony.

You want a home, you go to a real estate agent.

You don't come to me. [Speaking French]

Look, I don't ask for gratitude,

but when I hired Mimi,

she crossed the stage like her rear end

was made of old venetian glass.

Have you any idea how much time I've put in,

day and night,

teaching her how to dance?

Especially nights.

I need jokes, I'll hire a comedian.

[Speaking French]

C'est votre tour, mademoiselle.

Et, mademoiselle, que faites vous?

Vous chantez, vous dansez?

I am, uh...

Angele.

Oh.

Well, go right ahead.

♪♪ Madames ♪♪

♪♪ messieurs ♪♪

♪♪ I say ♪♪

[Singing in French]

♪♪ To fit each mood and emotion ♪♪

♪♪ Sadness, joy, and devotion ♪♪

[Whistles]

♪♪ Madames ♪♪

OK, OK! [Speaking French]

But I didn't finish it yet!

No, no, no.

[Speaking French]

Can I take it over, please?

Mademoiselle, come here, please, dear.

Please, it's all right.

I know it was bad, but--

shh. Are you good at picking up routines?

I think very good.

Good. Show me some chaines.

Come here, kids.

[Speaking French]

[Speaking French]

[Speaking French]

[Speaking French]

[Speaking French]

Why do you want this job with me,

an American act?

I've seen you dance.

Oh, well...

Then you know what the act is.

[Snickers]

Uh, come here, kids.

You're free to travel?

Yes.

Get in the middle, tall one.

There, no.

Take it the other way.

Come back again.

Look, we're going to travel all over Europe this summer,

and I want someone who can stick with us.

I can.

You can, huh?

You married?

No.

Engaged?

Oh, no.

Uh...

[Speaking French]

Well, you're now one of Les Girls.

Oh, merci! Merci!

Ooh, la la.

Well, this is Sybil and this is Joy.

Hello.

Oh, hi.

All right, look, kids,

we got to work fast.

Let's grab some lunch

and come back and rehearse. Come on.

Oh, but I was looking for a place to live,

because I was on tour.

Have you kids got room for Angele?

Well, the flat isn't exactly elegant,

but if Joy doesn't mind--

I never mind saving rent.

You're both dolls. Look, seriously,

we got to grab some lunch, get back quickly,

1:15 sharp.

Come, and we'll get you changed.

Oh, girls, listen...

There's only one thing I have to insist on.

No complications.

Ha ha ha.

Ha ha ha. Yeah, but she's right.

Now, look,

I don't interfere with my girl's private life,

but I don't let it interfere with her work.

I have a few simple rules,

and I have to insist on them.

I call them my 3 Ps:

The girls have to be prompt, persistent--

and perfect.

Everyone's born with 2 legs.

Being a good dancer isn't good enough.

Ha ha ha ha.

Ha ha ha ha.

[Humming]

[Knock on door]

She's here!

Open the door!

Hi! You made it!

Hello. Welcome to Liberty hall.

This is sweet. Is there a place

where I can put my little things?

Well, of course there is.

Just push something aside.

Oh, I have a few little luggage.

Well, bring them in. Bring them in.

Joy, remove those things over there.

[Speaking French]

[Speaking French]

[Speaking French]

Right there. Right there.

[Speaking French]

[Whistles]

That's quite a load of clothes you have.

My mama makes them.

How sweet.

Ooh! Does your mama make perfume, too?

Oh, these? It's a little weakness of mine.

I love to collect perfume.

You may help yourselves if you wish.

Where were you working before, Angele?

I was last in a ballet called Le Coquerico.

All about chickens.

Did you lay an egg?

I don't understand.

Joy means did you get fired?

Oh, no, I quit.

Nobody could see me behind all those feathers.

And it's important to be seen

if you want to get ahead.

You will. We saw you dance.

Mmm. You are very kind.

Not everyone has been kind to me.

So I notice.

Oh, that's old.

Yes, but this isn't old.

Oh, that's my fiancé Pierre Ducros.

Fiancé?

You told Barry you weren't engaged.

They'll never meet. Pierre lives in Laporte.

But what if he came to Paris

and to the theater?

Never. Pierre thinks I'm studying to be a nurse.

Oh, he is so sweet.

He gave me this watch.

It cost his grandfather 100,000 francs.

You know why?

Why?

Listen.

[Bell chimes]

Oh, that's so sweet.

[Whistling]

Blimey, there's dear old dad.

Barry: Girls!

Hurry it up, kids! You've got half an hour!

Right!

He lives here?

Yes. And if he finds out you're engaged,

you're a canned frog.

Oh, but how will he find out?

Surely neither of you...

Oh, we are friends,

and one doesn't betray a friend now.

No, one does not betray a friend.

Well, I want you to know

when the bell rings,

we'll be in your corner, honey.

Bring the soup, Syb.

Oh, I will.

Do you want some bread?

♪♪ 'Round the map I've been a dancer ♪♪

♪♪ From New Jersey to Japan ♪♪

♪♪ And if not a perfect prancer ♪♪

♪♪ I'm at least a tiptop travelin' man ♪♪

♪♪ Yes, I've played on Ad Infinitum ♪♪

♪♪ Every mountain, every coast ♪♪

♪♪ For each country has the item ♪♪

♪♪ That I ♪♪

♪♪ Enjoy ♪♪

♪♪ The most ♪♪

♪♪ Les girls ♪♪

♪♪ Les girls, ha ha ♪♪

♪♪ There's no doubt about it ♪♪

♪♪ I just love les girls ♪♪

♪♪ Les girls ♪♪

♪♪ Les girls ♪♪

♪♪ No wonder I shout it ♪♪

♪♪ I worship les girls ♪♪

♪♪ What charms they disclose ♪♪

♪♪ From their hats to their hose ♪♪

♪♪ From the tips of their toes ♪♪

♪♪ Up to their curls ♪♪

♪♪ I simply adore ♪♪

♪♪ And every day more ♪♪

♪♪ Les girls ♪♪

♪♪ Les girls ♪♪

♪♪ Les girls ♪♪

♪♪ Girls, girls, girls, girls, girls ♪♪

♪♪ Les girls ♪♪

♪♪ Les girls ♪♪

♪♪ Ah, comme je les aime ♪♪

♪♪ how he loves les girls ♪♪

♪♪ Les girls ♪♪

♪♪ Les girls ♪♪

♪♪ Je les trouve supremes ♪♪

♪♪ he worships les girls ♪♪

♪♪ De la plante ou des Pierres ♪♪

♪♪ a la racine de juin ♪♪

♪♪ from the tips of their toes ♪♪

♪♪ Up to their curls ♪♪

♪♪ Formidable ♪♪

♪♪ j'adore, mais oui ♪♪

♪♪ but most of all me ♪♪

♪♪ Les girls ♪♪

♪♪ Les girls ♪♪

♪♪ Girls ♪♪

♪♪ Ah, what charms ♪♪

♪♪ They disclose ♪♪

♪♪ From their hats ♪♪

♪♪ To their hose ♪♪

♪♪ From the tips ♪♪

♪♪ Of their toes ♪♪

♪♪ Up to their ♪♪

♪♪ Curls ♪♪

♪♪ I simply adore ♪♪

♪♪ And every day more ♪♪

- ♪♪ Les girls ♪♪ - ♪♪ les girls ♪♪

- ♪♪ Les girls ♪♪ - ♪♪ les girls ♪♪

- ♪♪ Les girls ♪♪ - ♪♪ les girls ♪♪

[Laughing and chattering]

Not bad! Not bad at all!

Come on. Come on. Come on.

[Orchestra starts next number]

All right, hurry, girls, hurry.

Hurry, please! You got one quick change,

I'll tell you.

Barry, Barry, Barry! Feel my heart!

You can almost hear it pound.

Does it chime the hour?

- Oh, Joy, really. - Ha ha!

Soyez prets pour le grand finale!

Dápechez-vous.

[Continues in French]

You think Mr. Barry was pleased with me?

Yes, I think he was pleased.

You'll know when he's not.

Is he, uh, unhappy to be away from his wife?

Barry fell in love with himself

the first time he looked in a mirror,

and he's been faithful ever since.

Joy, that's not fair. What she really means

is Barry's very ambitious

and the act always comes first.

You are in love with him, maybe?

Ha ha! Are you kidding?

He belongs to you, then?

Ha ha, what a question.

I like him.

What about Pierre?

Pierre's in Laporte, and I'm in Paris.

I mustn't allow myself to be despondent.

Vive la France!

Angele, we're gonna go back to the flat

and have some cheese or something.

Want to come with us?

You buy your own food?

We don't grow it.

But Paris-- full of men

who are rich and hungry.

They're such a boor.

Besides, there's the old language barrier.

To say nothing of the moral barrier.

To me, it's immoral

for a beautiful girl to eat alone.

Tonight I rescue a poor banker

from loneliness.

Better wind Pierre's watch. I think it's running down.

No, no, no. You don't understand.

Pierre loves me,

and we might get married one day

if his parents consent, but that's not tomorrow.

And tonight is tonight!

What you do, Angele, is none of our affair.

If you have a dinner date,

keep it, and I hope you have a wonderful dinner.

I intend to.

Don't you ever knock before you walk into a room?

What for? You got secrets?

Well, kids, I think we finally got it.

A real act, no complications.

Angele, you stick around.

You and I got to rehearse.

Tonight?

Sure. You don't know those routines.

But it's not possible.

I have an engagement tonight...

With an uncle.

Well, make it tomorrow.

He leaves Paris tomorrow.

And tonight is tonight.

I've got a reputation at stake.

So has she.

The poor girl's exhausted.

Can't you rehearse tomorrow?

My uncle, he would be very sad.

Your uncle ain't runnin' the act.

Onstage, 10 minutes.

All right, all right, come on.

We'll take it once again

from where you pull the rope.

Did I do it wrong?

Honey, it was nothing. There was no excitement.

Look, I'm not a potato.

I'm the man you're supposed to be in love with.

I wish you were a potato. I'm hungry and tired.

It has been already 2 hours.

You want this job?

Yes.

Then we rehearse until you do it right.

Don't pull so hard on the rope.

The last time, it almost went in my ear.

OK, start the music.

[Drum crescendo]

[Piano strikes staccato chords]

[Drum beats swaying rhythm]

[Piano plays jazzy theme]

[Piano glissando]

[Strong drumbeat]

[Music ends]

- Well. - [Breathing hard]

That's more like it.

Now may I go to eat?

Tell you what. I--I'm gonna break a rule.

I never mix business with, uh...Anything else,

but, uh, you've done so well,

uh, I'll buy you some supper.

With wine?

Sky's the limit.

A whole glassful.

Lady Wren: And so Barry paid for her supper.

He even bought her wine.

Not a good wine.

Quite good enough for a beginning.

Ahh...I wouldn't mention this

to any of the girls, huh?

Oh, Barry--

Rehearsal 11:00.

Lady Wren: In the weeks that followed,

it might've struck certain people as odd...

Certainly not me...

That Angele needed so much rehearsal.

I decided to have a talk with her.

[Humming]

Angele, dear...

Would you mind if I said something

very, very personal?

You tell me what it is,

and I'll tell you if I mind.

I should hate to see you hurt.

And who will hurt me?

Are you seeing Barry?

Why?

Well...well, you see, Angele,

some men take very casually

what--what you and I

and--and possibly your friend from Laporte

regard as rather serious.

Oh, you English. When will you learn

that love is a soufflé, not a pudding?

But you...

I didn't say that I'm meeting Barry.

[Sighs]

Well, that got you nowhere.

At least my conscience is clear.

Your conscience?

[French accent] Sybil, do not talk like ze pudding.

Love is a... Soufflé.

So sweet.

And if our little friend, she eat too much,

believe me, she get very, very sick.

Joy: Uh-oh.

Sybil.

Bonjour, Angele.

Bonjour, Barry.

[Speaking French]

Come on.

That's our Barry. Strictly business.

No complications.

Where do you suppose they're headed?

To the woods, if you ask me.

Well, I've done my duty.

I think I'll write home to Gerald.

What a dear, sweet, patient darling he is.

I'd write home to my darling,

but he isn't quite so patient.

He's marrying my cousin.

[Knock on door]

We've paid the rent, haven't we?

I'll get it.

[Knock knock]

Angele?

Bonjour.

Oh, uh, pardon.

Est-ce qu'une femme dite Angele habite ici?

Ah, oui, Mademoiselle Angele habite ici meme,

mais, uh... She's not in.

Oh, do you expect her soon?

Well, she didn't say.

Say, you're Pierre, um...

What's-his-name, aren't you?

Uh...yes, I am.

- Come on in! - Come in!

- Thank you. - Come on.

Entrez-vous.

Oh...

I arrived this morning to surprise Angele.

It's too bad you didn't come a minute earlier,

or you would've succeeded.

Um...monsieur.

Uh, do you know where Angele has gone?

Yes, of course. Uh...

Every Sunday she...

Does volunteer work.

Well.

- That's good for her. - Yes.

Do you know that when I first met Angele,

she was very shy.

She was even afraid of men.

Now she has more courage.

Oh, uh, you don't mind--

would you like some wine?

Thank you. You don't mind if I stay here, do you?

Not at all.

It's been such a long time

since we have seen each other, you know.

Would you like some wine?

No. I never touch it.

You...you have known Angele long?

Well, I never feel as if it's a question

of hours and days, do you?

Well...

You are nurses?

What? Uh, I beg your pardon?

I mean, do you work with Angele at the hospital?

Ah.

Oh. No. No, we flunked out.

Couldn't tuck a sheet.

Oh, I'm sorry.

But Angele, she goes ahead, huh?

Mmm! By leaps and bounds!

Well, she has such a gift for applying herself.

Good. Good.

I, uh...I have come to Paris today to--

yes?

[Chuckles]

Oh, well, she may have told you.

We hope some day to get married.

No!

Oh, that sly little pussycat.

She has not shown you the watch I gave her?

- Ooh. - She adores it!

She even sleeps with it.

I am not without guile, mademoiselle.

I, uh...

I want to be remembered.

Each hour, it rings a tiny bell.

Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding.

[Watch striking]

[Watch stops striking]

What's that?

My heart.

[Chuckles]

When you touch me,

it plays a little tune.

Ho ho ho.

Does anything happen to you when I touch you, Barry?

You set off a fire alarm.

And Sybil, has she ever set off a fire alarm?

Mmm, no, she never even started a fire.

And Joy?

She never even lit a match.

You want to know something?

I don't believe you.

You want to know something?

I didn't expect you to.

Why don't you dance in America?

Well, in America, I'm just another American dancer,

and over here, I'm, um, well, I'm something special.

Mmm, will you go home one day?

Mmm, one day.

You are never lonely?

Now and then.

I think you should be in love.

It would be good for you.

Why?

You wouldn't be lonely,

and you would be something special.

Well, I am.

In love?

No. Something special.

I don't think you know what it means

to be really in love. Shall I tell you?

If you like, sure.

To me, Barry, real love is like--

mmm!

Ha ha ha ha!

Why, I can't talk when you kiss me?

Well, I can't kiss you when you talk.

Ohh!

Real love...

Is when suddenly you sigh

at someone for whom you yearn.

Ca...

♪♪ C'est I'amour ♪♪

♪♪ and when to your delight ♪♪

♪♪ He loves you in return ♪♪

♪♪ Ca ♪♪

♪♪ c'est I'amour ♪♪

♪♪ then dawns a dreary day ♪♪

♪♪ Your darling goes away ♪♪

♪♪ And all is over ♪♪

♪♪ You are sure ♪♪

♪♪ But, oh, when he returns ♪♪

♪♪ And loves you as before ♪♪

♪♪ You take him in your lonely arms ♪♪

♪♪ And want him even more ♪♪

♪♪ Ca ♪♪

♪♪ c'est I'amour ♪♪

♪♪ ca ♪♪

♪♪ c'est I'amour ♪♪

♪♪ ca ♪♪

♪♪ c'est I'amour ♪♪

[Speaking French]

[Speaking French]

I haven't seen you in a while.

[Speaking French]

Good.

[Speaking French]

Ooh, am I intruding?

Oh, h-hello. N-not at all.

Angele, your uncle is waiting upstairs for you.

My uncle?

Uncle Pierre... From Laporte.

Oh, my uncle from Laporte...

Pierre...oh.

Excuse me, Barry,

I've got to see my uncle...

From Laporte.

Well, uh, it was a very good rehearsal.

It was, uh... Getting along fine.

Making a lot of progress.

[Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding]

Making time, too, aren't you?

Joy: Oh, she is.

She works like a dog.

Pierre:...Nothing but Angele.

Wonderful girl, do you think?

Oh. Oh, yes.

Pierre!

Angele. How are you?

Why didn't you write?

I would have been waiting.

Ah, do not scold.

I didn't know you would be working.

Working?

Well, I--I--I, um, yes, we are...

Oui. why didn't you write Pierre

you were doing volunteer work

at that orphanage, you naughty girl?

You are much too generous

with your time.

Much.

E-everything all right?

Well, so far.

Well, then, I'm sure Mr. Pierre will excuse us.

I've promised to wash Joy's hair.

You lucky girl.

Ah, I have missed you, little angel.

Let me look at you.

You are pale.

Oh, you took me by surprise.

Guess why I have come to Paris?

Guess what I have brought you?

I can't guess. Tell me, tell me.

My parents.

Oh, your parents.

My mother and my father.

They are to meet you at last.

Oh, but I am afraid, Pierre.

I am only a nurse. I have no dowry.

They may not like me.

Oh, they will adore you.

Tomorrow night,

we are to have dinner with them.

But I can't. I'm working.

At the hospital.

I--I--I won't be free until after 11:00.

Well, don't worry.

Then we shall have a late supper instead.

And while we wait, well, we can, uh...

I shall take my mother to a theater.

Oh, no, don't!

Uh, there's nothing good in Paris.

You're wrong.

You are good.

Sweet, lonely girl.

Oh, Joy, come away from there.

Oh, Angele's going to have to be

better than Houdini to get out of this one.

Our little French soufflé may soon become the pudding

if she does not take care.

Barry, it is Angele.

I must see you.

Come in.

Barry, there's something I must know,

and I must know tonight.

Will I take you to supper? Yes.

No, don't joke, please.

How would you feel

if I decided to give up the theater

and went away?

Don't you joke either.

I'm serious. How serious are you?

Hey, what's got into you?

Everything was fine yesterday.

[P.A. announcement]

Well, pick up your train, baby, you're on.

Oh, Barry, do you love me?

Do I mean anything to you?

Of course, I love you.

Come on, get out on stage.

I got to change my pants.

Go, go, go.

♪♪ We're ladies in waiting ♪♪

♪♪ In waiting to the king ♪♪

♪♪ As ladies in waiting ♪♪

♪♪ We're on the spot because we've got ♪♪

♪♪ To give the king ♪♪

♪♪ Everything ♪♪

Oh, ha ha ha ha!

♪♪ I give him his breakfast ♪♪

♪♪ Served in royal state ♪♪

♪♪ I give him his soda ♪♪

♪♪ Bicarbonate ♪♪

♪♪ And when he wants funsie-wunsie ♪♪

♪♪ When he wants funsie-wunsie ♪♪

Pray, what do you give him?

♪♪ I... ♪♪

♪♪ Give him the gate ♪♪

Ooh, ha ha ha ha ha!

[Scream]

♪♪ We're ladies in waiting ♪♪

♪♪ In waiting to the king ♪♪

♪♪ As ladies in waiting ♪♪

♪♪ We're on the spot because we've got ♪♪

♪♪ To give the king ♪♪

♪♪ Everything ♪♪

Whee! Ha ha ha ha.

♪♪ I give him his diet ♪♪

♪♪ When too fat he grows ♪♪

♪♪ I tighten his corset ♪♪

♪♪ When still it shows ♪♪

♪♪ When he wants candy-wandy ♪♪

♪♪ When he wants candy-wandy ♪♪

♪♪ Pray, what do you give him? ♪♪

♪♪ A...punch in the nose ♪♪

Oh, ha ha ha ha!

Uh-oh.

Someone's in for trouble.

I just spotted Pierre and his parents

sitting up in the box.

Are you sure?

See for yourself.

Pierre's in the audience.

What?

Pierre's up in that box with his parents.

I'm not joking. Look.

They mustn't see me. They mustn't.

[Scream]

♪♪ We're ladies in waiting ♪♪

♪♪ In waiting to the king ♪♪

♪♪ As ladies in waiting ♪♪

♪♪ We're on the spot because we've got ♪♪

♪♪ To give the king ♪♪

♪♪ Everything ♪♪

Whee! Oh, ha ha ha ha ha.

♪♪ I fill him with Brandy ♪♪

♪♪ When the weather's raw ♪♪

♪♪ I sober him up when it starts to thaw ♪♪

♪♪ And when he wants tiddlely-widdlely ♪♪

♪♪ When he wants tiddlely-widdlely ♪♪

♪♪ Pray, what do you give him? ♪♪

♪♪ A... Sock in the jaw ♪♪

[Speaking French]

What are you trying to do? Wreck the act?

Barry, let me explain.

What possible excuse could you have for doing--

Barry, there is someone out there

who mustn't see me.

What are you saying?

Those people pay to see you.

I'll talk to you later.

You have a half-minute to change.

Angele, are you sick?

Look, you must get changed, darling.

It's all right.

Pierre couldn't have recognized you in costume.

You're own mother

wouldn't have recognized you.

He's angry... So angry.

Honey, listen. If you don't hurry,

we're all going to be in trouble.

Oh, no, I cannot go on.

You have to.

You can't leave Barry stranded on the stage.

I've lost Barry, and now I'll lose Pierre.

[Speaking French]

Angele, you better hurry.

Come on.

She got a little excited.

But it won't happen again.

[P.A. announcement]

[Orchestra plays]

Pull.

Pull.

Pull!

[Speaking French]

What? Where is she?

Where is she?

Where is she?

[Speaking French]

[Door opens]

Have you lost your mind?

Barry...

- Get out. - Please...

Get out!

If you're not out of here in exactly one minute,

so help me, I'll throw you right out that door.

What's got into you?

Oh, please trust me.

Trust you?

Nobody's ever pulled that on me before.

I'll explain tomorrow.

You'll not explain tomorrow, tonight,

or any other time.

Oh, Barry, you mustn't do this to me.

After we--I love you.

Poor darling.

I love him.

He doesn't know how much I love him.

I love him. He doesn't care.

Honey, he's not worth crying about.

Angele, go back to the flat.

Pierre will show up.

Get there before he does. Joy and I will stay away.

Oh, I want to die.

I want to die!

Oh, darling, you'll feel so much different tomorrow.

I promise you.

[P.A. announcement]

Take a taxi. Don't waste any time.

[Sniffs]

Angele?

Angele!

Angele! Angele!

Oh...oh.

Oh.

Help! Help!

[Speaking French]

Oh...oh...Angele.

Oh, darling Angele.

Angele. Oh, Angele, Angele.

She said she wanted to die.

And if it hadn't been for my prompt action,

she certainly would have got her wish.

A point she seems to have overlooked.

Um, she recovered and disappeared.

I didn't know she'd eventually

marry Monsieur Ducros

or that she'd ever read my little book of memoirs.

I'd never have mentioned the incident.

Dullest chapter in the book anyway.

And all that you wrote was the truth?

Every word.

I'm a little confused, Lady Wren,

as to how you can remember so accurately

scenes which you could not possibly have witnessed.

I reported them as Angele repeated them to me.

According to your account,

the incident you described occurred in the year 1949,

when you were playing at the music hall Parisian.

We played there for months.

I mean, every Paris newspaper

would confirm that.

And it was at the music hall Parisian

that you saw Pierre Ducros in the audience?

What would you say, Lady Wren,

if I told you that Pierre Ducros

will swear under oath

that he was not in the music hall Parisian that night,

that he had never been inside the music hall Parisian

in 1949 or any other year in his entire lifetime?

My dear Sir Percy,

if you will refer to my book again,

I think you will notice that never at any time

did I say I saw him.

But that is precisely what the book implies.

Oh, no. No, you're quite mistaken.

I said that Joy told me

that Pierre was in the audience.

Never at any time did I say I saw him.

Heaven knows, I can't see 10 feet

without my glasses anyway.

[Laughter]

[Gavel strikes]

Judge: Silence, silence.

Photographer: Picture, please. Hold it.

Must be quite a shock after all these years

for a chap to learn the truth

about his wife.

Poor devil. I feel sorry for him.

Photographer: Big smile, Lady Wren.

Second photographer: Big smile this way,

please, Lady Wren.

First photographer: One more, please.

Second photographer: Another one, please, Lady Wren.

Over this way and smile.

Drive on, driver, will you?

Oh, and you told me my watch was lost.

It was lost.

Barry borrowed it and...Lost it.

I had no way of replacing it.

Please believe me.

How can I believe you?

You lied to me about the theater.

Oh, that.

I'm so sorry I hurt you.

I--I didn't intend it, Pierre.

Are you going to withdraw the libel suit?

No.

Tomorrow you'll hear my side of the story.

I am not sure I care to hear it.

Don't go out.

Don't leave me alone. Don't leave me alone.

Listen. I love you, Pierre.

From what I heard in court,

those words come easily.

Oh, you don't know what you're doing to me.

Oh, I'm not worried that you might

consider suicide over my going.

That honor belongs to monsieur Barry alone.

News vendor: "What happened to Pierre's watch?

"Lies! All lies!

French dancer promises true story today."

It is not true.

In what manner is it not true, madame Ducros?

Mostly in what Lady Wren has, uh...

Left out of her amusing little anecdotes.

Well, why don't you tell the jury

just what did happen...

In your own words.

I'm sure that my learned friend

can have no objections to that.

Not at all, provided the words are indeed her own.

Proceed.

What Lady Wren says

about my joining the act is true.

The 3 of us lived together. That's true.

And it was spring. That's true.

But that is all that is true.

I'll never forget the lovely flower market

near our flat.

Joy and I had become good friends.

She had been very nice to me

since I had joined the company.

We always did the marketing for our little family,

and we didn't mind that Sybil had no interest

in such common domestic duties.

We thought it was fun.

I beg your pardon.

Do you speak English?

Nothing else.

These house numbers are rather mystifying.

Oh, yes.

Would you, by any chance,

know if a young English woman,

Sybil Morgan, lives here?

We all live together.

Oh, this is luck.

I'm an old friend of hers from London, Gerald Wren.

Oh, well, I--I believe she's gone for a walk.

If you'll wait here,

I shall go run up and see.

I thought she was expecting me.

I sent her a cable.

Do you know if she got it?

Oh, she couldn't have.

You know, I'd wait. It's a long walk.

Uh, Angele?

Yes, Joy.

Get out of the window.

American, huh?

Poughkeepsie.

Uh, I think I will dash up.

You know there's an interesting thing

about Poughkeepsie.

It's south of Claverack,

and it's west of Mahopac.

It's east of Nyack,

and it's north of Hackensack.

A bit of a sticky wicket, what?

Sybil?

Sybil!

Hello, old girl.

Why do you two always insist

on wearing the same clothes?

You really are the most extraordinary couple

I ever--I'm going to make some tea.

I lost my cozy.

Where's my-- where's my tea cozy?

Tea cozy?

♪♪ Tea cozy, tea cozy ♪♪

♪♪ Who's got my tea cozy? ♪♪

Oh, Sybil, Sybil,

you promised you wouldn't.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Where did you get it?

We searched the whole place

before we left.

You're being very suspicious and very unpleasant.

Oh, no, don't go out there!

There's someone downstairs you don't want to see!

Who? Where? Where? Who?

He says he's a friend from--from London.

Oh, it must be Gerald. Sir Gerald Wren.

Sir Gerald Wren.

Rich as Croesus and mad about me.

Have him come up, and I shall tell him again,

"no, dear boy, no, no, I will not marry you!"

Aah!

Oh, no! He must not see you!

Gerald!

No!

Gerald!

Wait! Wait!

Oh, lie down.

We have a rehearsal this afternoon,

and you must be in condition.

Ooh!

I'll be rich...

I'll be a rich pussycat.

[Giggling]

I'll be right back.

Promise not to move.

I doubt very much if I could.

Ohh!

Oh, I'm terribly sorry, but she's out.

Out?

Cold. She has a very bad cold.

She probably went out

for some sunshine.

I do hope she's taking something.

She is.

Oh, what a pity.

I have to catch the 4:20 plane home.

If Sybil does get back in time,

you might ask her to ring me at our Paris office.

Of course.

Thanks awfully.

And do tell her to take care.

We will. Bye-bye.

Bye.

What can we do with her, Joy?

I have an idea,

but there's a law against it.

[Sybil singing Carmen]

Well, come on.

[Singing Carmen]

I am the naughty cigarette girl,

and all the men, they want my--

cigarettes.

[Singing Carmen]

[Sybil singing off-key]

Put the coffee on.

I'll get the bed ready.

Fill the bath.

With gin!

[Singing Carmen]

She wants some more of her cough medicine.

Ha!

Don't be hard on her, Joy.

She's a sick girl, deep, deep inside her.

If she isn't sick now,

she's going to be soon.

But why does she drink?

There must be a reason.

There is. She likes it.

I found where she's been hiding it.

Where?

Huh?

Gin.

But what did she do with the perfume?

She probably drank that, too.

[Knock on door]

Hello, girls!

Oh, hi.

It's a lovely afternoon.

I thought we'd walk to the theater.

Where's Sybil?

Oh, Barry, couldn't we

rehearse without her this afternoon?

Why?

Well, she isn't feeling well.

What's the matter?

Sort of a Cologne poisoning.

No, no, no! Don't go in there!

She's asleep.

[Sybil sings Carmen]

What's the matter?

I'm no good, Barry.

I'm no good!

Nobody wants my cigarettes!

That does it.

We can rehearse without her, Barry.

I've had enough of this cough medicine routine.

I'm going to replace her.

You can't let her go. She's sick.

She is out.

Joy, can you take care of Sybil?

I've got to talk to Barry.

Remember, she's a sick girl.

She's out. She's through. She's not that good.

Barry, if you let her go, it will be the end of her.

That's just too bad.

She's not my responsibility.

Why do you think she does all this?

Because she's a lush.

She's a heart-broken girl trying to forget.

Let her forget in some other dance act.

Oh, you are so blind!

She drinks

because she's hopelessly in love with you!

In love with me?!

Desperately.

Why, you're nuts.

It's true.

Haven't you seen the way she watches you?

Yeah, she watches me

for a chance to sneak out for a snort.

You're so heartless.

You're killing this girl

and you don't even suspect it.

She hates me!

She loves you.

Is that her fault?

What am I supposed to do?

Be kind to her.

Help her forget you.

How, by drinking with her?

Let her stay with the act.

Save another human being from self-destruction, Barry.

You--you really think she's gone on me.

I know she is.

She's never acted like it.

She has pride.

Now, look, Angele, I'm not blind.

- I-- - no, just modest.

Well, I thought I knew women, but...

[Sybil sings Carmen]

Joy: Oh!

I can stand her crying,

but I cannot stand her singing.

I'll go in and have a talk with her.

Has he been hitting the perfume bottle, too?

[Singing Carmen]

I like that.

I never knew you could sing opera.

Of course I can sing opera, you silly man.

That's why I'm dancing.

How do you feel?

What do you care?

Aw, you're one of my girls.

I care a lot what happens to you.

I think I ate a bad oyster.

Well, it's not fatal.

You know, I don't think

you have enough to do in the act.

How about me working up

some new routines for you?

I like the old routines.

But I want to feature you.

Why?

I don't think the act is taking advantage

of what you have to offer.

What have I got to offer?

Talent and beauty

and you sing like an angel.

Then you're not angry with me?

Angry?

Why should I be angry?

Because I'm always getting...

Tummyaches.

That's not your fault.

You've just got to keep away from...

Bad oysters.

Don't worry. I--I understand everything.

Oh, Barry.

You can be so sweet.

I...

I think you'd better get some sleep.

We've got to help that kid.

Oh, pooh.

Angele: It's a strange thing about truth.

This can often make enemies of lovers,

where a lie can make lovers of enemies.

Barry gave up drinking

and insisted that the rest of us

set a good example, too.

What will you girls have?

Tea.

Milk.

A glass of water.

Nothing.

Tea, milk, water, nothing?

That's correct.

Angele: And so Les Girls became Les Girls scouts.

We were going on tour that night.

Joy and I had packed for Sybil,

and, of course, Sybil was packing for Barry.

I was worried about her.

Now, then, there's one thing I insist on in my act:

Plenty of complications.

I won't interfere with your private lives

if you watch my 3 Ps:

Pickles, pens, and poo poo pah do.

Marvelous, marvelous, marvelous.

I do find you English very amusing.

Come here, old girl.

Give us a kiss, won't you?

Oh...goodness...

Gracious, how could I have been so wrong...

About you?

About me?

Yes. You know, you won't believe me,

but I didn't like you when I first met you.

And now?

Now you make me feel little and helpless

and tiny and frail.

All the absurd things that I know I'm not.

Well, since we're on a truth kick,

I started out thinking of you

as cold-blooded hoot owl.

Oh, really?

Yes. Hooting at everything I did.

I don't mind being compared to a hoot owl.

They're rather sweet, but, well,

you don't really think of me as cold-blooded,

do you?

I mean, all Americans think the English are.

Oh, no, no, no. The English--

now, take the Latins.

They light up like a paper fire.

You're more like hard coal.

Heavy and lumpy.

Thanks.

No, no, no.

Hard coal is slow to burn,

and once it starts, quite a Blaze.

And for a long time.

Oh,

honey...

Yes, my love?

Honestly, hot or cold,

I couldn't care for you more than I do,

but, well, you know me, I--I...

Well, I--

I know you.

Dear, sweet, cautious Barry.

There'll be no complications.

Ah...ooh.

Ooh, we'll be late. We'll be late.

What's the train schedule?

The train schedule?

Well, I scarcely remember.

Scarcely?

Ah, certainly.

Ooh, you're just too silly.

And you're just too...Too, too.

♪♪ You're just too charmin' ♪♪

♪♪ You're just too great ♪♪

♪♪ You're just too perfect ♪♪

♪♪ You're just too first-rate ♪♪

♪♪ To win you, dear heart ♪♪

♪♪ Is all I wish ♪♪

♪♪ Well, thank you, Casanova ♪♪

♪♪ 'Cause you're just my dish ♪♪

♪♪ You're just too luscious ♪♪

♪♪ Too very, very sweet ♪♪

♪♪ Ooh, you're just too sexy ♪♪

♪♪ When you turn on that heat ♪♪

♪♪ So it's no wonder I love you as I do ♪♪

♪♪ All I've got to say in every way ♪♪

♪♪ You're just ♪♪

♪♪ Too, too ♪♪

♪♪ You're just too brilliant ♪♪

♪♪ Oh, you're just too bright ♪♪

♪♪ You're just too faultless ♪♪

♪♪ Well, you're just too top-flight ♪♪

♪♪ Of all fair damsels ♪♪

♪♪ 'Tis thee-- 'tis thee I toast ♪♪

♪♪ Well, thank you, Barry Nichols ♪♪

♪♪ 'Cause you're just the most ♪♪

♪♪ You're just too darling ♪♪

♪♪ Too very, very, very, very nice ♪♪

♪♪ You're just too dreamy ♪♪

♪♪ You're super paradise ♪♪

♪♪ So it's no wonder I love you as I do ♪♪

♪♪ For I've gotta say in every way ♪♪

♪♪ You're just ♪♪

♪♪ Too, too ♪♪

Oh, look at me. I'm dancin'.

Crazy.

Hot dog!

Hold on, old girl! We'll miss our train!

If we miss the train, we'll go by plane.

I feel like a banjo.

How's that?

Everybody's picking on me.

Whoa!

Ho ho ho!

Go!

♪♪ It's no wonder I love you as I do ♪♪

♪♪ For I've got to say in every way ♪♪

♪♪ You're just ♪♪

♪♪ Too ♪♪

♪♪ Too ♪♪

Barry: ♪♪ les girls ♪♪

♪♪ Les girls ♪♪

♪♪ Ah, comme I'amour ♪♪

♪♪ how he loves les girls ♪♪

♪♪ Les girls ♪♪

♪♪ Les girls ♪♪

♪♪ Ich liebe die maedchen ♪♪

♪♪ how he loves les girls ♪♪

♪♪ Adoro ♪♪

♪♪ pues sí ♪♪

♪♪ but most of all me ♪♪

♪♪ Les girls ♪♪

♪♪ Les girls ♪♪

♪♪ Les girls ♪♪

¡Ole!

Angele: But what I have to tell

all took place the week we were in Granada.

Ah, señorita.

Oh, no, gracias.

I wait. I expect someone.

The gentleman? He is here.

Gerald, what on earth are you doing in Granada?

Well, for the last 2 hours,

I've been trying to find you.

I must say, it was worth the bother.

Well, as always, you look superbly healthy,

extremely rich, and jolly nice.

Nice enough to marry?

Why, I'm sure of it.

You'll have no trouble in finding a wife.

How's your father?

You have absolutely no interest in my father.

Oh, how nice.

Hi.

What? Ohh!

Gerald Wren, Barry Nichols.

Oh, hello.

How do you do?

If you'd like to have a drink with us--

thanks. I would.

It's Barry's act I dance in,

Gerald, you know.

I know. I was hoping

she'd had enough of this career nonsense.

Oh, and just why, my friend,

should that concern you?

Well, since I'm the chap she's going to marry,

- I see-- - Oh.

Oh, I didn't know that.

Well, nor do I.

Gerald knows that my foolish little heart

has been won over by the theater.

Well, why not come back to London?

Our theater is as good as any in the world.

Oh, we'll play London, all right,

but not until I get the proper setup:

My own revue,

the right house, the right people.

Hmm. Look, this may interest you.

One of our theater's is going vacant.

Your theaters?

Well, our banks own them, actually.

Same thing.

Is he kidding?

Unfortunately, no.

It's the Christopher Marlowe,

where Sybil was playing when we first met.

Do you remember, darling?

Do you remember how badly you sang?

Why, I've improved.

Oh, you must have.

- [Snickering] - I don't see why

you shouldn't have the Marlowe,

with a little financial backing, of course.

American enterprise does very well

in west end, uh, show business.

And I see British enterprise

isn't so bad, either.

You know, old man,

if this is meant to be a bribe,

I'm definitely interested.

Barry!

Shh!

You'll want Sybil to costar it,

of course.

Oh, good heavens, no.

I merely want her in London.

Oh, well, reall--

- Shh! Shh! - Shh! Shh!

Oh, I see.

The big men are talking business.

I must be quiet, hmm?

Yes, please.

The name, though,

the Christopher Marlowe.

It's--it's--

it's not very suitable

for a musical show, is it?

But it could easily be changed.

To the Barry Nichols theater, of course.

This girl has good ideas.

Just where is it?

It's in Charing Cross row, but that can be changed

to the Barry Nichols boulevard.

Oh, that'll come later.

Look, why don't we have supper tonight,

you know, just the 3 of us,

talk over details?

Look, tonight is absolutely--

tonight is fine.

You know, I like the way

your friend works:

Quick decisions.

I rather like the way your friend works.

Don't you both think you're working a little too hard?

Your orders?

Uh, tea.

Champagne.

An aspirin.

[Spanish guitar playing]

Where's our friend?

What?

Where's our friend?

Gerald, I'm going to be very candid with you.

I don't want you to see Barry again.

Well, why not?

Well, there are several

reasons why I'd rather the show weren't put on.

I'm not ready to go back to London.

I'm not good enough yet.

I like the act the way it is.

I've never had so much fun.

Please don't spoil it.

Aren't you being a little selfish?

Oh, very selfish. Yes. If I were a man,

I'd have nothing to do with me.

Be an angel, and kiss me good-bye now.

Sybil, is having fun that important?

Oh, don't worry.

I'll grow up someday,

and I do appreciate your Patience

and understanding.

Quite frankly, Sybil--

no, no! Gerald, please. Before he gets here.

Now, have a heavenly trip

and do remember me to your...Father.

Bravo! Ole!

Where's he going, Sir Gerald?

Oh, Barry, he's, um, not having supper with us.

No?

Well, I had a little talk and explained a few things.

You're good enough to get along on your own.

Well, sure, but--

what are you talking about?

I knew you wouldn't want him to be under any illusions.

What did you tell him?

Well, that you and I were lovers.

Oh, you didn't.

I did,

and you should have seen his face.

He turned the most extraordinary shade of green,

the color yours is now.

Why, you're crazy.

What's he going to think?

That we're lovers.

Will you stop saying that?

Sybil...

Ooh!

I thought over what you just said and--

I know what she said, Sir Gerald,

and, believe me,

there's not a word of truth in it.

Not one word.

I don't doubt what she told me.

I merely question the wisdom of it.

Sybil, I do understand

why you want things to go on as they are.

I know the fun you're having.

Now, let's not jump to conclusions.

There's--there's been no fun.

My dear fellow, I think I know Sybil well enough

to know what she enjoys.

Let's take it easy.

- Barry, I told him-- - No! Oh, no!

We're going to straighten this out right now.

Now. Look, Sybil and I, we--

oh, well, we might have fooled around a little bit.

You know how it is on the road,

but, uh, well, we're not lovers.

Just what did you say?

Well, I hate to call anybody a liar,

but when she said--

Mr. Nichols, you are speaking of the woman

I'd intended to make my wife.

Gerald!

Oh! Oh, you beast!

[People screaming and shouting]

I'm terribly sorry.

Ooh!

- Aah! - Aah!

What are you doing?

You've got this all wrong.

- Aah! - Aah!

Oh.

[Train whistle blows]

[Speaking Spanish]

Yes.

Thanks.

You speak English?

English? No.

¡Su salud!

Uh, salud.

[Speaking Spanish]

No, thank you.

This is what I need.

Could--could-- could--could I--

could I talk to you, please, Barry?

No.

Please come on out in the corridor.

I must talk to you.

You can talk in here.

He can't understand English.

Oh, the eye is looking much better.

Couldn't feel worse.

Señorita...

[Speaking Spanish]

No. No, thank you.

Look, Barry. I'm sorry it all happened.

It just wasn't my fault that the act was canceled.

We've been through all that before.

With your permission.

But you're angry.

Oh, I can't stand it when you don't talk to me.

Leave me alone, will you?

Uh, thanks.

Señorita?

Why can't we straighten this out?

I'm not interested.

I really didn't know it was so important

to have a show of your own.

It isn't.

Permission?

Well, I mean, I'll make up with Gerald,

but please stop sulking.

That's the story of my life.

Even when I was a kid,

if I brought a sick puppy home,

ha! It bit me.

[Whistle blows]

Thanks.

Señorita?

Thanks.

I just don't understand why you're so angry?

Look. I tried to help you.

I even quit drinking myself,

and look at the appreciation

I get!

Thank you.

I--I know how sweet you've been, Barry.

This is what makes me feel really awful.

You know, I--oh, it--

this is the last time

I'm gonna be a boy scout.

When Angele told me

that you were drinking

because you were in love with me,

well, I thought I'd try to help you.

Well, I've done my good deed.

Angele told you that I was drinking--

I broke the most important rule

in my life for you.

I got myself complicated.

Oh, yes, you did!

Well, I've been so terribly selfish.

I wish I could pin a medal on you,

"to Barry Nichols,

for sacrifices beyond the call of duty."

I don't want no medal. My eye is killing me.

[Sobbing]

[Whistle blows]

Angele: We were back in Paris,

but things had changed.

The night we opened,

Sybil was in very high spirits.

Sybil: Whoopee!

♪♪ I tighten his corset ♪♪

♪♪ When it still shows ♪♪

[Slurring] ♪♪ and when he wants Brandy wandy ♪♪

♪♪ When he wants Brandy wandy ♪♪

♪♪ Pray, what do you give him? ♪♪

♪♪ A... ♪♪

♪♪ Punch in the nose ♪♪

♪♪ We're ladies ♪♪

- Aah! - ♪♪ In waiting ♪♪

Aah!

Ooh! Oui!

♪♪ We're ladies ♪♪

♪♪ In waiting ♪♪

♪♪ And on the spot ♪♪

♪♪ We're on the spot ♪♪

♪♪ Because we've got ♪♪

♪♪ Because we've got ♪♪

♪♪ To give the king ♪♪

Sybil: ♪♪ to give him--give him ♪♪

♪♪ Everything ♪♪

♪♪ Everything ♪♪

[Audience laughs]

Ooh hoo hoo hoo!

A little dizzy spell.

They keep the theater so warm.

Was it...

Ghastly?

Well, it was different.

Oh!

Sit down over here.

I was very naughty, wasn't I?

Yeah. Maybe a cool, damp cloth will help.

Will you two get out for a second?

I want to talk to Sybil.

He wants to remind me to avoid oysters,

and he's quite right. He's--you--you...

Please...

Don't scold me.

I'm not going to scold you.

Look. I think you better go home.

Maybe somebody there can help you.

No, no. You can help me, darling, only you.

Oh, you were so sweet to me once,

so very sweet.

Sybil, I--

no, but you mustn't--you mustn't worry about me.

I'm gonna be perfectly all right, honey.

Please don't scold me.

I have to bring someone in tomorrow morning

to replace you.

I--I'm sorry.

[Door closes]

[Sniffing]

[Sniffing]

Sybil!

Sybil.

What I feared had happened.

Poor Sybil had lost Barry

and had decided life was not worth living.

I fainted, and when I recovered,

she wasn't there.

She had been taken to the hospital,

and I never saw her again.

The act broke up,

and I married the only man that I ever loved:

Pierre Ducros.

We had a good life until this...

Terrible book was published.

That is the truth.

That concludes my reexamination.

[Murmuring]

Sir Percy?

Mr. Outward,

since both litigants under oath

have told conflicting stories,

only one of which can be true,

the other, obviously perjury,

I must consider sending the evidence

to the public prosecutor.

Court is adjourned until tomorrow.

Monsieur Ducros! [Inaudible dialogue]

Thank you very much.

Now, just pose there.

Over here.

Very nice.

Thank you.

Just one more. Look over here.

Thank you very much.

Big smile, please.

Thank you.

Over here!

Oh, no, not again.

Thank you very much.

Bye-bye, really--

how do you like London?

Thank you. It's very nice.

You like the climate?

Yes, I do, very much.

Getting used to it.

Thank you.

Oh, but she invented everything.

Everything?

This scar I got from your lover

isn't invention.

Oh, Gerald, Gerald.

Must I explain that all over again?

I told a stupid lie. It was pointless of me.

[Sighs]

Get me a drink, will you?

Would you like it in a perfume bottle?

N-n-no. I--I--I-- don't want to drink!

You couldn't be taken in by that absurd story.

You know I've always had trouble with my throat.

Sybil, I don't mind paying any sum

for the libel damages,

but I wouldn't give a brass farthing

for our marriage.

Oh...

Oh.

Oh!

[Sighs]

Extra! Judge warns, "truth or jail!"

Paper. Paper, sir?

Judge warns, "truth or jail!"

Paper, lady?

Paper. Paper.

Angele: Barry.

What is your full name?

Barry Nichols.

Mr. Nichols, as a witness of the court,

kindly tell the jury if you are familiar

with Lady Wren's book, les girls?

Oh, yes. I read it on the plane trip

from California. I got in last night.

It's--it's quite a book.

You are employed in California?

California, Washington, Oregon.

I own a chain of orange juice stands.

Then you have retired from theatricals?

No, no. I have a television show

sponsored by Barry Nichols incorporated.

Mr. Nichols, have you any knowledge

of the evidence given in court by Angele Ducros?

There was hardly anything else

in the morning papers.

I didn't skip a word.

Now, comparing her story to the one related

in chapter 7 of Les Girls,

which, to the best of your knowledge,

is accurate and true?

Well, that's kind of hard to say, judge, uh, my lord.

Hard in what way, Mr. Nichols?

Can you clarify that?

Well, there were bound to be misunderstandings.

You see, certain things happened that neither

of the girls knew anything about.

And do you recall these certain things?

Oh, as though it were yesterday.

As both girls said, it was Paris, it was spring,

and I had this act

called Barry Nichols and Les Girls,

but even in a great Cosmopolitan city like Paris,

I was a lonely man.

Oh, around me were some

of the most beautiful girls in the world,

but I was no longer interested.

[Knocking]

Are you decent?

Yes, come in!

It's a great audience tonight.

They loved the act.

Well, why not? It's a lovable act.

You girls going out tonight?

Just Sybil and I.

Joy would rather go home with an old book.

Well, it wouldn't hurt you two girls

to stay home once in a while--

to stay home once in a while and read a book because--

well, in this business, you need a lot of rest.

Dear old dad forgets that his little girls

have blossomed into womanhood.

Night.

Night.

Good night.

Good night, girls.

Night, Joy.

I envy you, Joy.

Why?

Well, you're so self-sufficient.

You don't need a lot of friends

or companionship or men hanging around.

Well, it's-- it's a great gift.

You sound as though I were Hortense the Hermit

living down under a bridge.

I like companionship, and I like men.

Only the ones I meet,

companionship is not what they're looking for.

Oh, well, I know how you feel.

Why, I'm kind of lonely myself tonight.

I thought maybe, uh...

Maybe we could do something together.

Are you gonna start that again?

Start what?

Look, Barry. I'm tired.

This debate ended last night.

Oh, Joy,

I wish you thought more of yourself,

then maybe you'd realize that a man can--

can want to be with you just to be with you...

For yourself.

For your--for your mind.

For laughs.

You said all that last night.

There. Was I all right?

You were a perfect little gentleman.

I promise not to tell.

I know what your reputation means to you.

Thanks. Good night.

I'm coming up.

I said, good night.

I know, and it's getting pretty monotonous.

Look, Barry. I told you.

I can't offer you any supper.

All I have is a few carrots and some milk.

Well, could you spare some salt?

What for?

I brought along my own supper.

Oh, Barry.

I want to talk to you about something.

No--no kidding.

It's important.

It better be.

There's a loose connection around here some place.

Someday, it's gonna blow us all up.

Light someplace, will you, please?

All right, Barry.

What do you want to talk about?

Books, vegetables...

Cauliflower, Shakespeare, Tolstoy!

I don't care!

Now, look, I come up here

for a sociable visit,

and you act like a district attorney.

I told you I was tired.

Joy?

Hmm?

Would it make any difference to you

if I told you...

I'm in love with you?

No.

Hmm?

When a man's really in love with me,

he'll have more to say than that.

Well, what more can a man say that...

You mean-- you mean marriage?

Yeah.

I'm an old-fashioned girl, Barry.

Yeah. See, that's what I like about you.

I-I-i-i, uh...

Mar--marriage. That's so...

Well, that's a serious step.

Not that I haven't thought about it. I...

Oh...

But--but, Joy...

If that's what you want, why not?

I mean, I'm all for it.

I really am. Honest, I am.

I--sweetheart...

Yes, Barry?

Let's do it right away.

Let's get engaged.

I suppose you believe in long engagements?

Well, yes, to get to know each other better,

really make sure you-- you know what I mean?

Yes, I--I think I do.

First let me get comfortable, huh?

Oh!

Joy, what's in that green bottle?

Sauerkraut juice.

I like it.

Joy, what are you doing?

♪♪ Slipping into something else ♪♪

[Door opens]

Just a minute. I'll be right with you.

Ohh.

Oh!

Ohh.

Ahh.

Ahhh!

Ohh!

Nothing better for a dancer's feet.

Now, we were talking about our engagement.

Oh, that's right. So we were.

Would you mind pouring a little more hot water

in the basin for me, dear?

No, not at all. Not at all.

You know--you know, it's amazing.

It's just amazing how the average girl

looks like nothing at all

without a lot of Rouge and elaborate hairdos

and attractive clothes, but...

But you...I mean, you,

especially in this light,

you--you have a quality, a glow,

like a wonderful impressionist painting.

A painting of a dried-up old carrot.

Someday there's gonna be a murder in this attic,

and it won't be a mystery!

Ahhh!

[Knocks on door]

[Knock knock]

Entrez.

Oh, you brought help this time.

If you want to make trouble, you're really--

no, no, we have enough trouble.

We're here to ask for your help.

Oh, well, why didn't you say so?

Here, have a drink.

Thank you very much.

What's your--

what's your problem?

Well, Angele thinks that she has deceived me

about her career, but I know, uh--

we have decided our only rival

is the theater.

Yes, of course, but what can I do?

You could dismiss them, Nichols.

You mean, fire 2 of my best girls?

Oh, they will be much happier.

After all, would you promise

to look after them,

Cherish and protect them

when they can no longer dance?

Oh, I'm sorry, boys,

but it took me a long time to build up this act.

You don't actually need Sybil and Angele.

You and Joy could do superbly,

just the two of you.

You know what a dirty trick

you're asking me to pull?

Contemptible.

Unpardonable, but, uh, have you ever been in love?

Have I ever--

Uh...

Have I ever...

That iceberg!

Is sinking me in mid-ocean.

I still have the theater, you know.

It's yours if you want it.

Joy might rather like

being the most important girl in the show.

Then you will consider dismissing the girls?

Oh, no, no.

No, no, that's too crude.

I-it's--it's, uh...

You have a plan?

Have I a plan?

You know...

It takes a rat to think like a rat.

Gentlemen...

I give you Les Girls.

All but one.

Hello, Barry.

Oh, hello, Joy.

Honestly, Barry, I don't know why

you have to go on sulking

like a spoiled 10-year-old boy.

Ohhh.

Barry, what is it?

It's nothing, nothing, please.

[Speaking French]

[Speaking French]

Can I--

no, no, no, I'll see you at the theater.

[Music playing]

[Motorcycles backfire]

[Motorcycles revving engines]

♪♪ I'm flippin' for a chick ♪♪

♪♪ That I just can't forget ♪♪

- Ah! - Ah!

♪♪ It turns out she's a blonde ♪♪

♪♪ I like 'em jet brunette ♪♪

♪♪ Oh, why, am I so gone ♪♪

♪♪ About that gal? ♪♪

♪♪ Her figure is a poem ♪♪

♪♪ When she starts to dance ♪♪

I'm listenin'.

♪♪ But not for any cat ♪♪

♪♪ Who's seekin' plain romance ♪♪

♪♪ Oh, why ♪♪

I don't know why.

♪♪ Am I so gone about that gal? ♪♪

♪♪ I take her out to dinner once ♪♪

♪♪ You know, real nice ♪♪

♪♪ Hey, I even put on a suit ♪♪

A whole suit?

A whole suit.

♪♪ But when I tried to kiss her ♪♪

♪♪ Then what do I get? ♪♪

What do ya get?

♪♪ An eye that's a beaut ♪♪

- Get outta here. - Get outta here.

♪♪ Yet every time she's near me ♪♪

♪♪ I begin to ache ♪♪

♪♪ What difference if she belts me ♪♪

♪♪ When I'm on the make? ♪♪

♪♪ Oh, wow ♪♪

♪♪ I am so gone about that gal ♪♪

[Ding]

[Piano music plays]

[Motorcycles revving]

Barry?

Joy, will you get me a glass of water, please?

There is something wrong.

If you'll just get me a glass of water,

I'll be all right. Please.

Here now, drink this.

Thanks.

Are you sick?

I'd rather not talk about it.

Go on, make your change.

Barry, you're acting so strangely.

You frighten me.

Gee, kid, frightening you is the last thing

I want to do. You know that.

Now, go on. Make your change, will you?

I guess I should've stopped dancing

the first time this happened.

What is it, Barry? What's happened before?

Please make your change. I don't want to bother you.

Barry, you're not bothering me.

Have you seen a doctor?

Dozens.

What do they say?

The same thing.

[Gasps]

Now look. I don't want you to worry.

I'm worried enough for all of us.

Go on. Make your change.

Oh, Barry.

Please.

It's kind of ironical

for someone who likes to dance as much as I do.

Barry, is it your heart?

I--I don't want to talk about it.

But if you've known about it,

why haven't you stopped dancing?

It's my life, you know that.

Now don't get the idea

it's because I don't want you girls

thrown out of work.

Well...

Naturally, that--that does concern me.

I-I'm not a heel.

It is your heart, isn't it?

Oh.

Joy. Joy, you've got to promise me

you won't tell the other girls.

Swear you won't tell them.

Swear it.

Oh, Barry, I swear it.

If you don't want anyone to know your secret,

I'll keep it for you, Barry, dear.

I swear it.

And the awful part about it is

he's been working every night

against the doctor's orders.

Oh, no.

And I'm sure

it's so we wouldn't be out of a job.

Oh, it's too dreadful.

Did he say what it was?

Heart,

but he wouldn't admit it.

I wondered why he'd given up drinking

a few weeks ago.

He's been so quiet lately.

And his hands, Joy, you know,

I noticed, you know, they've been trembling.

Oh, poor, dear Barry.

No onions.

There aren't many men

who'd do what he's doing.

Not one.

You should've seen his eyes--

dark pools of suffering.

[Sobs]

What are we going to do about it?

We can't let him kill himself just for us.

Joy, he's got to believe

he's got something to live for.

Don't say that, Sybil. I feel so guilty.

Well, I know what I'm going to do.

Saturday I will quit.

Saturday.

[Crying]

He's not going to sacrifice himself for me.

I'm proud of you.

I'm so proud of you.

Oh, we have been...

We've been so happy together.

[Sobbing]

Tomorrow night, we'll have been together

a year.

We'll give him a party

and tell him then.

Oh, we'll have to make it a gay, happy party.

The last one, maybe, together.

And you must swear

not to tell him the reason.

Oh, well, really, Joy!

[Sobbing]

- Yay! - Yay!

Well, uh, it don't say "Barry Nichols."

Oh, Barry, you are dreadful.

We love you anyway.

It's been a happy, happy year.

Thank you.

Well?

Do I need to tell you?

Well, let's have some champagne.

Yes, let's do.

Champagne.

[Cork pops]

A man never had three finer kids.

I'll tell you that.

A toast just for us.

A toast.

Thank you.

Here, Joy.

That's good luck. Good luck.

To another year.

Uh, I'll drink to that.

Many, many happy years, Barry.

Many.

To Les Girls.

My girls.

Barry: Ha ha!

Angele, Angele, your glass is--

no, no.

Oh, no, that's enough. You bourgeois French.

Joy! Joy!

♪♪ Joy, Joy, don't be coy ♪♪

♪♪ Hold up your glass ♪♪

It's all I can do to hold up my head, Barry.

It's all you can do to hold up

your pretty little head, Barry.

Sybil!

♪♪ Sybil, Sybil, let's not quibble ♪♪

All Sybil wants is little old beddy-bye.

Oh, so you're throwing me out.

You should, Barry. Angele.

Oh, before you go, there is something

Sybil and I want to tell you.

You're going to hate us, Barry.

Impossible.

The truth is...

We want to give up the theater.

Are you kidding?

No, Barry.

We've just lost, uh, the taste for a career,

that's all.

And then age

isn't kind to dancers, you know.

Well...

Of course, you-- you're right, but I...

I'd give up the act if you left me.

Oh, no, Barry,

don't make us feel like deserters.

Oh, let us go, please.

How about you, Joy?

If Sybil and Angele are giving up,

I suppose I have to.

Well...

If that's what you want,

I--I won't stand in your way.

Oh, Barry, you're so dear to us.

So understanding.

So kind.

So sweet.

Can you forgive us?

Anytime.

You should go now, Barry.

Oh, Barry, you're so sweet.

So dear.

So adorable.

So kind.

And that's where we came in, girls.

Come along, Barry, dear.

We do love you.

You can go to your Gerald,

but I'm not so fortunate.

Pierre is cold to me.

Ha ha ha. My Gerald?

Telephoned him this morning,

he couldn't even remember my name.

Oh, dear, I'm depressed again!

[Sobbing]

Joy, you didn't tell them, did you?

Oh, Barry, I gave you my word.

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

but one gets suspicious

when time is running out.

Barry, you must get some rest now, dear.

Joy, I--I know this is a silly thing to ask,

but would you...

Would you mind seeing me home?

I...

I'm a little shaky over all this.

Of course, dear.

Would you like to lean on me?

No.

No.

I'll go out on my own 2 feet.

Well.

Oh, Barry.

All those pictures of me.

Yes, you are always with me.

I'm touched.

[Groans]

Oh, no, Barry, let me do that, please.

Thank you.

May I get your robe for you?

In here?

Oh.

Please don't. I hate to be a bother.

You are such a sweet kid.

Get...

Get some sleep now, Barry.

Good night.

Ohh...

Barry?

Barry?

Oh.

Good night, Barry.

Don't go. Just for a minute.

Well, just for a minute.

Where'd you get that dress?

I bought it for your party.

Well, how do you like that?

I wanted to look especially nice for you.

It's beautiful. It's beautiful.

Thank you.

What is it, uh...

Is it silk?

No. Peau d'ange.

Peau d'ange.

Angel's skin.

It sure feels like it.

I-it cost a fortune.

Not much back to it.

Well, with this kind of a dress,

you know, you're paying for what--

you smell good, too.

Oh, no, Barry, we mustn't.

You mustn't get excited.

A little excitement's

not going to do me any harm.

I'm responsible.

Tell me, who cleans up for you here?

Who cares?

Barry, remember what the doctor told you.

The doctor told me not to dance.

I'm not gonna dance.

Really, Barry,

you mustn't exert yourself.

You know that.

Well, then stand still!

Don't make me run around tables.

Barry, if you don't sit down and be calm,

I'm going.

OK.

Let me die if I want to.

That's better.

You know, you really don't know

what's good for you.

I know what's good for me.

You don't know what's good for me!

You're making a wreck out of me.

Would you like a glass of water?

Why, you want to soak your feet?

Oh, Barry, please don't be cross with me.

I'm being strong for your sake.

Joy.

Joy, I want to confess something.

Swear not to tell.

Haven't I proved you can trust me?

All right. All right, look.

There's nothing wrong with me.

I'm putting on an act.

Nothing wrong with you?

You made all that up?

Well, Joy, are you sorry I'm not dying?

I only did it for Pierre and Gerald

and the girls and ourselves, Joy.

And you swore me to secrecy

knowing I'd tell!

Don't get excited.

Don't you tell me not to get excited.

Of all the low, contemptible tricks!

Oh, where's your sense of humor?

My sense of humor?

I was only playing cupid.

Cupid? You?! You dirty old fake!

Joy, remember my heart.

Your heart? Ha! Your heart!

Remember you're a lady.

Ooh!

Oh, when I think of what I paid for this dress.

Joy, please.

Oh!

Please, Joy, because if I--

Ohhh.

Joy!

Joy.

Joy.

Joy.

Joy!

Wait, please.

Joy.

Joy.

Joy, I want to tell you that I love you.

I can't live without you.

Joy. Joy, I love you!

I love you. I love you!

Joy, I love you. Do you hear me?

Everyone in Paris can hear you.

Go home.

I want to see you. I want to apologize.

I'm gonna stay here all night

until you answer me! I'll yell all night!

I love you! I love you!

Go and tell her quietly.

Let decent people sleep.

Joy.

Joy, please.

[Sniffs]

Joy?

Joy!

Joy?

Joy.

Angele.

[Coughing]

Sybil.

And that's what happened.

Both girls were lying on the floor, unconscious,

overcome by gas.

Both of them?

Both of them.

We got them to the hospital,

and they recovered,

but we never got together again.

That was the end of Les Girls.

Mr. Nichols, do you mean to tell this court

that both of these ladies attempted suicide?

Well, no, sir.

Neither of them attempted suicide.

Nyther?

Neether. Nyther. It was an accident.

You see, the connection on that old heater

was always coming loose.

When the girls recovered,

they never saw each other again,

so naturally, they each thought the other

had turned on the gas.

And that is the truth?

Well, your lordship, I'm under oath.

Thank you, Mr. Nichols. That will be all.

In view of what we have just heard,

counsel may wish to reconsider

their course of action.

My lord, madame Ducros came into court

to protect her reputation,

not for monetary consideration.

I don't think that my learned friend

can strenuously object if I move for withdrawal

of this case.

The defense does not object, my lord.

Members of the jury,

it seems that you will no longer

be troubled with this case.

Thank you.

You are excused.

Sybil: It was all a beastly trick.

But, darling, I loved you.

I wanted you.

Look, now don't speak to me.

You ruined my career.

But, Sybil--

Angele: Don't speak to me.

Forgive me. I shall never deceive you again.

Sybil?

Now we will be sued.

Gerald: Sybil.

Oh, darling.

Cherie.

Oh, I was a fool.

- I was a fool. - Now I hate myself.

No, no.

Oh, my pussycat.

[All speaking at once]

Photographer: One more. One more, please.

I was sitting

in the back of the courtroom, darling.

You were very good.

Well, thank you, Mrs. Nichols.

I only did what anyone should do

in a court of law. I told the truth.

Well, don't you believe that?

Barry, we came to save their marriages.

Ours was fine.

What do you mean, was?

Sybil and Angele couldn't have invented

those stories completely.

There must've been some truth in what--

man, oh, man, here we go again.

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