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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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