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MUSIC: Minnie The Moocher by Cab Calloway

# Folks, here's a story 'bout Minnie the Moocher

# She was a red hot hoochie-coocher

# She was the roughest, toughest frail... #

Thank you, darling.

Although my marriage had got off to a rocky start,

now that Peter had settled into his new job

and we had climbed our way out of debt,

things were looking up...

..and we were back on track to a life of romantic harmony...

..thanks to the care and support of some very dear friends...

..which felt more important than ever these days,

as my sister was refusing to see me after her car accident.

Good Lord! It's really not as bad as it looks.

Have they taken out all the glass? Every last bit?I'm sure they did.

She's had the best surgeon there is to stitch her up.

He says that there'll be virtually no scars at all when she's healed.

Then you're a very lucky woman indeed.

This is a miserable damned place. Where's Unity?

She's at home with us, sulking.

All the girls wanted to come with,

but the hospital said we could only have three - maximum.

Now, Nancy did try and see you yesterday, again, but had no luck.

Yesterday was a bad day.

Because I would hate to think of you bearing

a grudge against any of your sisters, darling.

How long are you going to be holed up in here for?

It's like a prison!

Yes, it is ghastly, isn't it, Farve?

Two more weeks.

Dismal. No proper light, no fresh air, and it reeks of disinfectant.

The surgeon says

that she needs complete bed rest.

If I could pull a face, I would.

The doctor is on his way, so you must all

leave at once, I'm afraid.

But we've only just arrived. I'm sorry, Your Ladyship,

but those are the rules.

Out, out, out!

I'll have some food sent, some home-made bread,

some real milk, and some decent eggs.

And you'll see to it that she gets them?

Thank you, Your Ladyship.

Now, if you would please

remove yourselves...

Nurse, might I have

a very quiet word alone

with my father?

One minute.

What, what is it?

Oh, Farve, I shall never get well here.

Sunshine and sea breezes would do me so much better, don't you think?

Yes, absolutely. But what can be done?

I've been invited to convalesce by the sea, in Italy.

Mm?There must be a way of getting me out of here

and to the airport without the doctors knowing.

Hmm.

Yes. Well, it'd have to be done under cover of darkness,

in the early hours of the morning probably...

..while the night staff are dozing,

..and then we could...

Who exactly are you going to be staying with?

Oh, no! Not the man Mosley?

HE SIGHS

This arrangement that you've got yourself into, Nard...

It is not a flirtation, Farve.

It is a very real, very deep love.

Don't say anything to the others just yet,

but Mosley and I, we are to be married.

You are? When?

It's very delicate.

This autumn he has a big push for the party

and he doesn't need any headlines detracting from that.

Bugger his bloody party!

We will be married within the year, I promise.

Time's up, Your Lordship! Come along!Mm.

Please?

I just want to say how incredibly grateful I am

to you and Tony for being such a good influence on Peter.

Whatever it was that you said to him about getting a job

and sticking to it, has really worked.

Oh, I take no credit.

I think perhaps Peter was just, you know, ready to hear it.

Well, it was the act of a true friend, nevertheless.

I must say, I do adore those trousers.

Did you get them at Gorringe's, by any chance?

Oh, no. These are really rather old. I don't know where I...

Oh, you must try Gorringe's if you haven't!

It's a revelation.

They've got some really lovely things. Terribly reasonable, too.

Really? Oh, I will. I will. Thank you.

You know, it is so lovely having some girl-talk

with someone I'm not related to, for a change.

The thing about having so many sisters is that one

gets out of the habit of forging female friendships,

which is quite wrong,

because friends are much less complicated than sisters.

Are they? We?Oh, yes!

I mean, with sisters there's always the undertow of,

well, old resentments and childhood rivalries, I suppose.

Anyway, that's why I'm hoping for a boy.

They're far less complicated to deal with.

Oh. You mean, you're..?

Oh, no! No, no, sorry! Not yet. Just wishful thinking.

But when the time does come, Mary,

I do hope that you'd consider being godmother.

Cake?

Yes, please.

WHISPERS: Follow me.

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC

THEY GIGGLE

UPBEAT JAZZ

I'm going to really, really miss you.

Thanks so much for everything...

..but we must all be free.

I don't know...

Ah.

So, what is it, then?

Farve, would you mind?

Very well.

I would like to apologise.

Oh.Not for what I wrote in that letter,

but for the fact that it upset you both so much.

I did not foresee that. I'm very sorry to have upset you.

Thank you.

You see, I wrote it in German to a German newspaper,

and I had no idea that the papers here would ever get hold of it.

And over there, the views I expressed about

the Jews are perfectly normal.

All Germans think that way, and so I could never have predicted

the fuss that has been made here.

And... Because I feel that I fit in much better over there,

I think it really is best if I return to Munich

and make it my home.Your home?

Munich is where I belong.

This is where you belong.

Absolutely!

If you decide to cut off my allowance,

then I will ask the Fuhrer to pay my fees at the school.

What?!

You must know that my friendship with the Fuhrer

is the most important thing on Earth to me.

That is precisely what worries us.

I do wish you would meet him, Farve.

Both of you. And see for yourselves how wonderful he is.

He's a huge admirer of the English.

He says that it would be a tragedy

if our two great nations ever went to war again.

He says he would be deeply honoured to meet you both.

So I do hope that you will at least consider it.

That's all.

"Reason with her," you said.

"Punish her," you said.

Where on Earth did we go wrong with that girl?

We...we did not go wrong.

I mean, I'm normal, you are normal,

they all had a perfectly normal childhood.

Yet each one of these girls is more perverse than the other.

PLAYS PIANO

DOOR OPENS

So you're off again, then.

Tomorrow morning.

Good riddance, fascist.

Pew!

GROANS

Sorry to leave you here, Boud.

I hate you being there, and I hate the Nazis, Boud.

And I hate everything you wrote in that letter.

I know.

But I still love YOU, Boud.

# I went down to St James' Infirmary

# I saw my Boudle there

# She was laid out on a long white table

# So dead, so cold, so fair

# Let her go, let her go, God bless her

# Wherever she may be

# You can search this whole wide world over

# But you won't ever find

# Another Boud

# Like me. #

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

Hello?

I am absolutely bushed.

This working for a living lark, I mean, whose idea was that?

Why on Earth do the working classes put up with it?

They like to eat?Hmm. Speaking of which,

there's some ham left over in the kitchen if you...Oh, it's OK,

I had a sandwich at the pub with Mike on the way home,

and a beer, but only one. Only one.

I was at my desk till ten. I must say,

you really have your nose to the grindstone with this job.

Well, don't tell anyone, for God's sake,

but some of it's actually quite interesting.Good.

In fact, they've asked me to go up to their Birmingham offices

and give a bit of a talk.When?

Erm, tomorrow, actually. In fact,

I'll probably be gone for a few days.

They might want me to go up to their shipping office in Liverpool.

Mm!

Are you terribly impressed with me?

Terribly!

Will you manage without me?

Well, I might go down and see how the poor old parents are managing.

I think they could do with the support.Mm.

Good idea.Mm.Mwah.

Well done.

I am proud of you, you know.

Darling...

..I'm afraid I'm absolutely whacked

and I have to be up at lark's fart tomorrow. I'm sorry, I must sleep.

SHE CLEARS THROAT

Don't worry. You must rest...

..of course.

Does it hurt very much?

Not hurt, just...tender.

Getting better every day.

I'm so glad.

Nothing to do with all your care and attention.

Must be the Mediterranean air.

You know, when they gave me the news,

I was so worried the worst had happened.

You really mustn't die, you know.

I'll try my best.

It got me thinking, though, the accident.

Hmm? Of...?

Well, who in the world is most important to me.

And who I want to spend the rest of my life with.

Darling, you know there's nothing I'd like more in

the whole world than to be married to you.

But we can't.

Not yet.

The scandal! The press would have a field day.

I know.

And it doesn't really matter to me. It's just a bit of paper.

Well, quite.

But...if we wanted to start a family...

Which we do, one day.

So...what if we married in secret?

Somewhere abroad, perhaps?

Darling...

..I'm afraid that even abroad,

banns have to be posted in the British Embassy,

and all it would take is one beady-eyed journalist

to blow the whole thing.

Sorry, darling.

Oh, look at her.

You girls always used to get on so well when you were children.

All those dressing-up games at Christmas,

and those little plays you used to put on together!

Now, we have you and Diana not speaking to each other,

and Unity stomping back to Munich to be with that man.

And then there's poor Decca, absolutely heartbroken and bereft.

How is Diana?

Well, her recovery is going very well, thank heavens.

Good.

I just wish that you two... Oh, Muv, you know how I've tried.

She's utterly against me.

All I can hope is that her infatuation

with Mosley blows over and we'll have our old Diana back.

I know, darling.

Meanwhile, I don't see what else I can do.

Oh!

But perhaps I could try and talk to our resident communist.

Oh, would you? I've tried absolutely everything.

I have offered her a holiday,

a change of air and all that, but she says, "No, no, no, no, no!"

And do you remember that silly running away fund of hers?

There's more than �50 in it.50?! I know!

She's squirrelled away every last shilling given to her

for birthdays and Christmases for years now.

What, and you think she might actually...?

Well, after what we've been through with Unity, who knows?

As you are the eldest, she might possibly listen to you?

You do realise I have a stupendously bad track record in this department?

I know, but you're all I've got.

DRAMATIC SIGH

Lordy, Dec, you must have read that

a dozen times, judging by the state of it.

It happens to be a very good book.

And if you've come here to talk sense into me, don't bother.

Actually, my dear,

I've come to invite you to stay with me in London for a few days,

while Peter's off on another business trip.

We could have some jolly jaunts. Shopping, galleries, lunches?

As I understand it, you're loaded with cash.

No, thank you.

We could have oysters and champagne?

No, thank you!

You never know, you might actually enjoy a bit of gadding about

the West End. Life is supposed to be fun,

after all. You used to be fun. What happened?

I grew up!

And I realised that for the vast majority of people,

life isn't fun. There are people out there,

in the real world, living in abject poverty because of people like us,

who've been exploiting them for centuries.Oh, darling,

can't you put politics aside for one moment?

No. Have you ever thought that we might have been put on this Earth

not just for oysters and champagne, but to make a fairer,

better place for everyone?

Well, I see your point, but can't we also just have some fun?

Just very, very, very occasionally?

What are you doing?

Come on. I'm taking you to the moon!

LAUGHTER

Nancy!Come on!

I want to read my book!

LAUGHTER

SQUEALING

LAUGHTER

SPEAKING GERMAN

It is lovely when you come to visit, Nard, because this place

has such delicious cakes.

I don't like to eat too much when I'm with the Fuhrer.

He hates people speaking with their mouths full.

Well, eat away, Bobo, but listen carefully,

because I have something important to tell you.

It is a very great secret

and you must promise not to tell anyone at all.

Yes? What is it?

Well, he needs a little encouragement,

but Mosley and I, we are to be married.

Oh, Nard, that's wonderful!

I knew you would triumph over that awful other woman.

Thank you, darling.

But the thing is we have to marry in utmost secrecy.

We can't risk the press getting hold of it

and writing unhelpful headlines.

Oh, yes. No, of course.

So, we can't get married in England.

And even abroad, the banns have to be published.

So, I wondered, if we were married here,

in Germany, perhaps the Fuhrer might...?

Might order them not to publish.

As a favour to us.We'd have to get him in the right mood,

of course, and at the right time,

because I don't think his meeting

with Mosley went quite as well as you and I had hoped.

Oh, dear.

He didn't mention anything about it to me.

Have you seen him recently?

Yes. He came into the restaurant last Wednesday

and he was with several other men. And I waited and waited,

but then finally Schaub came over and asked me to go to him.

And then we all chatted together for nearly an hour.

And the Fuhrer put his hand on my shoulder twice! And once on my arm.

And what did he have to say?

He said they had been doing their research on me.

Can you believe it?

And that he understood I was related to Churchill, and I said I was.

And the Fuhrer said he was "ein interessanter Mann"

who he would be happy to talk to.

Is that right?Mm.

Well...

"The Home Secretary said that in some districts of London,

"Jews have been subjected to foul abuse,

"damage to property, violent assault and even threats to kill."What?

"This campaign is being promoted

"largely by fascist speakers at fascist meetings." And there it is,

in black and white, from the Home Secretary himself.

Welcome to England!But then why doesn't the Government just ban

the whole bloody party? Surely that there is grounds enough to do so!

Because Mosley is very clever.

He doesn't condone this behaviour publicly.

No, he...he...he blames it on a small minority of party members

over whom he apparently has no control.

Well, I saw him at that rally. He incites the violence.

Whips it up. So, so, well, what can WE do?

Tikkun olam.

What does that mean?

It's Hebrew.

It means we speak up, we demonstrate, campaign.

Well, you can count on me. And on Peter, actually.

Thanks. That's three of us.

Anyway, where is he? I never actually see you

with your husband these days. Is all well?

Yes, yes. He's, he's on another business trip.

He does seem to be taking this new job rather seriously,

thank God. Haven't seen the bailiffs for ages.

Excellent.Mm.

Should I be saving up for a christening bracelet, perhaps?

That would be nice, wouldn't it? HE CHUCKLES

RADIO:This is London.

It is with great sorrow that we make the following announcement.

His Majesty the King passed peacefully away

at a few minutes before 12.

He, whom we loved as King,

has passed from our midst.

We voice the grief of all the peoples of his empire.

Mr Mackinnon's here. Let him wait!

CLOCK CHIMES Yes, Your Lordship.

Lord Redesdale will be with you shortly.Thank you.

Debt collector by the looks of it. Mm.

Wouldn't be surprised.

That's better.Oh, yes.

I went to see Diana yesterday.

Oh, yes? Is she well?

Not very, no.

She's had to have another visit to the clinic.

Another one? Oh, God, is she all right?

Getting there. She's feeling very low about it all.

She really wanted to have this one.

What that bloody man is putting her through.

She asked after you.

Did she?

Said how good you were to her the last time she had this trouble.

Well, are there not telephones?

Notepaper and envelopes? Stamps? After all,

it was she who threw me out.

Ready? Come on!

Oh, Lord, is that the time?

I'm on chaperone duty, because someone has

a tiny bit of a crush on a certain Derek Jackson.

Oh, Lord, Stubbs, already?

But you were only nine years old the last time I looked.

It's not funny.

I'm rising above it, do you see? Come on, Pam.

Yes, all right, I'm coming.

Think about it, Naunce.

Give her a call, maybe?

Mackinnon?

Good morning, sir. Redesdale.

Now, we'll start with the land, shall we?

No, no, no! This way. This way!

Now, do keep up.

I don't have all day.

Now, yes, you want to keep an eye on this one.

This fella here is called a Gunnera.

You will find there's a little bit of upheaval

and a number of things you have to watch out for.

For example, the Euonymus here, golden spindle tree.

This big.

Now, over here you'll be very interested to know...

Where is the 40-acre wood? Is that...

Are we headed in that direction?

He would only be renting it for six months.

He looked very young. Do we know his family?

No. Scotch.

Married?Yes, and about to sprog. Oh.

Do you know, the fella has a job.

Yes, an engineer of some kind. Family business. Offices in London.

Says he's going to go up to London every day on the train.

Every day?Yes!From here?

Every day, and back again. Right through hunting season.

I mean, what is the point of having land if you don't hunt it?

Well, what about the staff?

Very happy to take anyone who wants to stay.

New money, hmm, plenty of it.

I hate to think of another family in here, don't you?

HE SIGHS

When does he want to move in?

The sooner, the better, he says. Before the baby comes.

Back to that damp flat.

At least we'll be able to afford to fix the damp, won't we?

Well, maybe it's good for Decca to be in London.

Get her out and about in town.

Perhaps she'll make some friends. Mm.

It will only be for six months.

Nine at the most.

Assuming the investments pick up.

Ooh!

Well, congratulations.

Thank you.

The parents will be relieved he's finally making

an honest woman out of you.

You and Tom and Muv and Farve are the only people that know.

And Unity of course. But you must swear

not to tell another living soul. Do you promise?

Cross my heart and hope to die.

So, when's the big day?

Oh, that's by no means settled yet.

We've got the official permission, but Unity has to find

a discreet location. A private house, preferably.

Oh?And there's still lots of paperwork to do, so.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Mr Churchill, madam.

What?

Winston! Darling.

Dyna-mite.

Lovely to see you, dear girl. And Pamela.

Good to see you, sir. Thank you so much for coming.

I'm afraid I have only ten minutes before my concert.

So, what can it be?

I am most intrigued.

Well, I'll get straight to it, then.

As you might know,

our younger sister is now living in Munich.

Unity, yes, yes.

And over the course of the past year,

she's become a rather good friend of Herr Hitler's.

Yes, her devotion to that man

and his views have become quite notorious.

And I've also met him, myself, on several occasions now.

Of course, I know you're no fan of his, but...

I am not. But there can be no denying what he has achieved.

He has raised Germany from the ashes of the Great War

to being, once again, the most powerful nation in Europe.

He has, and the people absolutely love him for it.

And, well,

I wondered if you might be intrigued by

the idea of meeting him?

In private.

Just, you know, to get the measure of the man.

You mean, a tete-a-tete? Exactly.

He's expressed great interest in meeting you.

And I do feel you might alter your view of him,

if you met him and saw how charming and reasonable he is.

Reasonable?Oh, yes.

Socially, he's very calm and quiet,

nothing like his onstage persona.

And he's doing so much good for the country, as you say.

I mean, in Britain we have millions unemployed,

and in Germany there's no unemployment at all.

That is because they are all employed making armaments.

Since Hitler took control, the whole energy

of that country has been directed towards preparing for war.

In fact, his rise to power was fuelled by his need

for bloody revenge against the Allies.

That and his persecution of the Jews,

which to my mind is unforgivable.

Oh, Winston, that's their business, not ours, surely?

It is OUR business!

Any attack on humanity is an attack on all of us.

And one day, perhaps not very far away,

we will have to stand up to him.

A meeting is out of the question.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Dear girl,

think carefully before throwing your hat into the ring

with Herr Hitler.

The very devil himself will seem charming

and reasonable to begin with.

I wish you both goodnight.

Nard, what are you thinking?

Well, Mosley says he's quite out of touch

with the mood of the people.

Past it, poor chap.

ROUSING MUSIC PLAYS

What began as a military coup under the fascist leader General Franco

has escalated into a bloody and bitter civil war in Spain.

Supporters of the democratically elected government are refusing

to give up without a fight.

Thousands of men from all over the world have joined

the communists to help fight the fascists.

Several hundred British men and some plucky women

have already signed up,

and are preparing to risk life and limb for their cause.

And as the street battles intensify,

the rest of Europe holds its breath,

hoping that this bloody conflict does not precipitate

another world war.

What is going on in the world?

It's going to hell in a handcart.

Why can't people just be reasonable?

Because people have had enough, and they're angry,

and you can quite understand why.

I hear our cousin, the book writer,

has already signed up and gone to Spain.

Esmond? Has he?

Yes. Aunt Nellie was complaining to Muv.

Seems there's a political extremist in every family these days.

Poor old Nellie's expecting a black-edged telegram daily.

Now, stop that.

What?

Dreaming of joining up too.

No, you're not even to consider it, yes?

How on Earth could I ever get to Spain?

One daughter, delivered home safely.

Oh, how was the film?

Rather good.Boring.

There you have it!

DRILLING, CRASHING

What on Earth is this noise?

Oh, it's the damp.

Your father's got them working day and night to fix it.

Well, where is he? In his club, of course.

We've all got earplugs.Mm!

Any improvement?

A bit cheerier.

I think she rather likes us all being worried about her.

Well, it is always rather an awkward age for girls,

when they're grown up but haven't yet got a family

of their own to manage.

Rather a lengthy awkwardness in my case, then.

Oh, darling, I didn't mean that. It's all right.

It will happen, just when you least expect it.

DRILLING, SHOUTING

I'm going to get the bus home.

Oh, no, I thought you were staying the night?

Well, I was, but on second thoughts...

Will you be all right on the bus at this time?

It's an awfully long way.

Mother, I'm 32!

I hope I haven't got too much lipstick on.

They say he hates lipstick,

although he's never complained about mine.

I think he secretly likes it.

Have you got your papers and passport? They will need to check.

Yes, yes. I wonder who else is invited.

I don't know whether there will be 20 of us or ten or...

..just two. The invitation said "dinner party",

which could mean anything, couldn't it?

I think it means you will definitely eat food

and there will definitely be other people.

It's such a huge honour to be invited

to his personal residence.

Even Diana hasn't been invited to his own home.

Guten Abend.

Ich bin fur die Abendgesellschaft des Fuhrers hier.

Mein Name ist Unity Valkyrie Mitford.

Danke.

I will see you later, then?

Of course, with hindsight,

my parents should have tried a lot harder

to stop Unity returning to Munich.

But with hindsight, all of us might have made very different decisions

with our lives, including me.

DOOR OPENS

DOOR CLOSES

What?

Oh, I thought you weren't back until tomorrow.

Mary?

Oh, now come on, darling.

Don't make a scene. We're all adults.Jesus God!

SPEECH BECOMES MUFFLED Now, stop that.

Let's just be grown up about this, shall we?

SPEECH BECOMES INDISTINCT

Stop being silly and pull yourself together.

Look, you go downstairs and make yourself a cup of tea.

I'll come down in a second and we can discuss it all in a calm...

No, no, no, no, stop.

I don't think tea will quite hit the mark, actually.

MUSIC: Minnie The Moocher by Cab Calloway

What are you doing?

No, put that back. Nancy!

Nancy! Don't make a scene, darling.

# She was the roughest, toughest frail

# But Minnie had a heart as big as a whale

# Ho-de-ho-de-ho Ho-de-ho-de-ho

# Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi

# Hey-de-hey Hey-de-hey

# Whoa Whoa. #

I'm sorry, madam, we're just about to close.

A bottle of champagne and a dozen oysters, please.

Quick as you like. And you can keep the change.

Certainly, madam.

What do they say? Marry in haste, repent at leisure?

CORK POPS

Having lost my husband and my closest sister,

well, it was clearly time for a rethink.

So while the rest of my family was preoccupied with fascism,

communism and international diplomacy,

I was having fun.

SHE EXHALES

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