All language subtitles for Lady.Godiva.Rides.Again.1951.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG_English

There are no trains
standing in platforms one,

two, three, or four,

and there will be none
for hours and hours,

because it's Sunday afternoon in our town.

The cafes are closed,

the public houses are closed,

but the churches are open,

and the cinemas hope to open shortly.

I should never have had that last pint.

Well, you might at
least take your boots off.

Marjorie, Johnnie's here.

Marge, Johnnie's downstairs.

Okay!

- Marge?
- Coming!

Haven't you finished yet?

Goodbye, mum.

- Hello, Johnnie.
- Hello, Marge.

What a day, hey?
Hadn't noticed it much.

Thought we might go out
for a run on the bikes later

if it clears up.

Sooner go to the pictures.

- Ah, you would.
- Well, why not?

Well, there's nothing on on Sundays.

There's Simon abbott in
"the shadow of the orient"

at the adelphie.
Oh, we've seen that before.

Well, I'd like to see it again.

We can take our bikes out Wednesday.

- We can't Wednesday.
- Why not?

Dart's club, league cup.

You and your darts.

Come on, there'll be a queue a mile long.

Our way of life is so
very, very different.

Here in the desert,
there is so little to do.

It's enough.

Ah, but my darling, for how long?

Soon you will miss your green fields,

and your old church spires,

and when that day comes,
you will tire of me.

Never, Yasmin.

I have been all mixed
up inside myself lately,

but you have put me straight again.

The moment I saw you
standing there before me

as simple as Joan of arc,

as mysterious as the Mona Lisa,

and

barefooted like "the constant nymph",

looking just the way you do now.

Something inside me snapped.

My darling, if we can
only believe in the things

in life that matter, the real things.

Everything's going to be all right.

Kiss me.

- Happy?
- Mm-hmm.

Ices!

Ices!

Ices!

Ices!

Ice, Marge?

- Isn't he gorgeous?
- Hey?

Well, I'm gonna have one anyway.

Miss?

One please.

- Brickott?
- Please.

Thank you.

Gosh, Marge, you'd smash 'em.

Riding round Victoria
park with half the town

stretching their necks off?

You'd catch me!

Catch me letting you for that matter.

Not that you wouldn't
win, mind hands down.

Thanks.

Gosh, Marge, I can just imagine.

Well, you can just stop imagining,

and wipe that ice cream off your tie.

Sorry, Marge.

- Morning, Marjorie.
- Morning, Mr. buller.

- Coffee?
- Mm-hmm.

Anything else?

You going to the dance at
the town hall on Wednesday?

I hadn't thought about it.

They're picking lady
godiva for the pageant.

You ought to be just
the job with your eyes.

Do you want toast?

I've got a couple of tickets
if you'd care to come along.

I'm afraid I have a
date, thank you very much.

That takes care of that then.

Bring me some biscuits.

What do you think!

Mr. buller's just asked me to go with him

to the dance on Wednesday.

- Goon.
- Well, why don't you?

You know what they call him,

the wolf in the gents' clothing.

I'd rather have him than a
butter smacker at the co-op.

You can leave Johnnie
west's name out of this, ida.

Okay, sweetie.

One coffee, Annie, please.

Do you know what?

He wanted me to go into the
lady godiva competition.

He's got a nerve.
What'd you tell him?

Said I had a date, not that I have,

Johnnie's got a darts
match Wednesday night.

And biscuits, Annie, please.

I'd love to have gone,
really, just to watch.

- Johnnie'd murder you.
- He'd never know.

Somebody'd be bound to tell him.

Well supposing they did,
I'm not tied to him, you know?

For two pins, I'd tell Mr.
Buller, I'd changed my mind.

I wouldn't if I were you.

Are you going to the dance,
town hall on Wednesday?

I don't know.

They're choosing lady
godiva for the pageant.

You know, you might be just
the job with your eyes.

Oh, do you think so?

Another coffee.

Trouble is, it would mean staggering

onto some wretched dance floor.

Yes, of course.

You didn't say anything, did you?

He's got myrtle Shaw with him.

Just because she's on scented soap,

she thinks she's lady muck.

"Trouble is it would mean staggering

"on some wretched dance floor .”

You mean to say he's asked myrtle Shaw

to go into the competition?

Sounded like it.

If she wins it, duckie,

they'll have to give her a black horse,

so that we know which is which.

Baked beans for the old bag
and the junior, miss Annie.

Okey doke.

All right, ladies and gentlemen,

it gives me very great
pleasure to announce

that our festival of britain committee

have honoured us with their
presence here this evening

in order to select a young lady

to erect the coveted role of lady godiva

in the forthcoming pageant,
to be held in Victoria park.

Now, ladies, will all those intending

to enter the competition,

please step forward in front of the stage,

and when the band starts playing,

move around in a circle
stopping one by one

in front of the judges,

so that they can get a good look

at each and every one of you.

Thank you, thank you.

I thought you weren't coming.

I got knocked out, first round.

Have I, have I missed the fun?

It's only just started.

- Come along, girls.
- Marge, there goes myrtle.

This is your very
last chance, you know.

Won't be many peeping
Toms if she wins.

J if I painted j

j a picture of you j

j I'd steal the pearly dew j

j of an April dawn j

look, there's Cynthia
Phillips, and madge Thompson.

Why, you're miles better than that lot.

Are you trying to insult her?

J picture of you j

j I'd take the twilight moon j

j when a star is born j

look, half the town's going in.

Why not, for the fun of it?

I'll come with you.

Marge, you're not entering
for no beauty competition.

Since when have you given me orders?

No, no, come of it,
you know what I mean.

I don't in the least.

Listen, if you go out there,

and make an exhibition of
yourself, I'll go home.

All right, go home, I don't care.

That settles it, come on, Janie.

Oh Marge, do you think we ought to?

If you don't, I'm going to.

Now look what you've done.

I didn't mean it seriously, Johnnie.

Really I didn't.

J never knew j

j if I painted j

j a picture of you j

Fares, please, any more fares?

I only did it to spite
myrtle Shaw, you know that.

Yes, and look where it's landed you.

But I never dreamt I'd win it.

I never expected anything
like this to happen.

Well, I hope you're satisfied anyway.

Everyone's imagining you
riding around the town

on a white horse with nothing on.

Oh, shut up, can't you?

All I can say if it were
me, I'd be jumping for joy.

Well, it's not you.

Just imagine, free photographs.

You might even be offered a job
modelling at chantors stores.

I'm thinking of dad.

He'll tear the place apart when he hears.

Syl?

Sylvia?

Come on, syl, don't mess about,

they're five minutes late again.

Right,

"acacia".

Three "herald".

Five "express" and "mail".

Six "mirror".

Nine "times" and "echo".

Didn't number nine order
a "worker" as well?

Yeah, that's right.

Well, why didn't you put it in the book?

What do they want a "worker" for anyway?

Racing.

Come on, "echo".

"Echo", don't start reading 'em,

we're trying to get 'em out.

- Dad?
- What?

Look,

and she never said a word.

Lady godiva, 12 want a "daltons weekly".

Where are you going?

You're not going up to her?

- Marjorie?
- Dad?

- Marjorie?
- Dad!

What's the meaning of this?

Nothing, you call that nothing?

I didn't
mean to go in for it, dad,

really I didn't.

I only did it for lark, dad, on my honour.

What's going on?

Stop it, dad, stop it!

You can't do that!

I'm 21!

Come out of there you brazen little.

Do you hear me?

What is all this?

Marjorie?

- I'm not coming out, dad.
- Mr. Clark?

- You'll do as I tell you.
- Mr. Clark?

Yes, what is it, what do you want?

Dad wants his "feathered world",

and half an ounce of snuff.

- Sylvia, go and serve him.
- Oh, not me.

Oh, I see the two of you, hey?

But I haven't done with you, my lady.

We've had no scandal in this house

since I found the chewing
gum on the bed post,

and we're having none now!

Oh, do be quiet.

Must we have that row?

But I'm waiting for "take it from here".

Well take it somewhere else.

Here I am trying to save
the family from disgrace,

and nobody cares a wrap.
I do, dear.

Well, if this happened in America,

Marge'd be the toast of the town.

Will you iron your pants,
and keep your trap shut?

Fat lot she knows about America anyway.

Sam told me plenty.

Ah, Sam!

Okay, Sam!

I wished to heaven, I'd
married him sometimes.

I wish to heaven you had,

and his blooming hamburger stand.

At least I wouldn't have
had to stagnate in this dump!

Shop, Sylvia, your turn.

Getting up and down every five minutes

to serve two penn'orth
of liquorice allsorts

to some snotty-nosed kid!

Can't you two stop it?

How's this, mum?

"It has been drawn to my attention

"that my daughter Marjorie Clark

"has been selected by your committee

"to be lady godiva in
the forthcoming pageant.

"This is to inform you that
I cannot allow her to do it.

"Yours truly."

That's a bit abrupt, Tom, isn't it?

Remember alderman wiggins
is a friend of Mr. Turner's.

Well, I don't have to
pander to any landlord.

I know, Tom, but you could
say you regret or something.

Johnnie's here.

Don't let him in here
with me looking like this.

Evening, everybody.

Marjorie, I wanna talk to you.

You've got nerve, Johnnie west,

barging in here without being asked.

Hey, Marge, who's been making you cry?

I have, and with good reason.

"I regret I cannot allow my
daughter to take part in the."

What, can't say pageant, I said it once.

Harry?

Your turn, Harry, go on.

I could fry that yank
with his hamburgers.

Oh, how can I think of words?

Perhaps Johnnie can help.

Want another word for pageant.

"I regret I cannot allow my
daughter to take part in the."

What?

Ceremony?

No, that sounds religious.

Fun and games?

There'll be another pair of pants ironed

in a minute, my girl.

I really don't see

why you can't use pageant again, Tom.

Yes, all right, pageant.

Marjorie?

Marjorie?

Why don't you answer when I talk to you?

Don't sit there snivelling,

go out for a bicycle ride with Johnnie.

Yes, come on, Marge,
fresh air will do you good.

And you can take a
couple of bars of nutmilk

on your way out if you like.

Oh, Tom, you are funny.

Well, she's young and foolish.

Got led into it, I suppose.

It's all over now, anyway.

There's a fellow in the shop,

wants to take a picture of Marjorie.

He says he's from "the nudist times".

We've started something this time,

what with this, and that
that parson chap last Sunday.

- Couldn't we compromise?
- Well, how do you mean?

Well, I take it it was
never really intended

that she should be entirely stark.

Why, haven't given it a lot of thought.

I suppose she'll have to wear something.

Piece of chiffon, possibly?

She's supposed to be godiva, not salome.

From the tone of her old man's letter,

he'd kick if she was got
up as Florence nightingale.

Don't you believe it, we'll
go along, and talk to him.

We're on to a good thing here, you know?

Do you realise this is the first time

the town's been mentioned
in the national press

since the "news of the world" reported

that case of scoutmaster dodds.

You see, Mr. Clark, we
selected your daughter,

because we felt quite frankly

that she was the loveliest
girl in the town.

She never seemed more
than ordinary to me.

Oh, Tom!

Well, you admit it's an honour.

I don't know so much.

Come now, lady godiva was
one of our greatest heroines.

She rode through the streets of coventry

with the highest possible motives.

Nothing saucy about it.

I'm not gonna have my
daughter gallivanting around

in the buff.

But, my dear Clark,

surely you never imagine we'd allow that.

What do you think the
watch committee would do?

Watch.

Go upstairs and see to the beds, dear.

Where were we?

Oh, yes, naturally your daughter
will be adequately clothed.

Yes, a two piece perhaps.

Possibly three.

What about the hullabaloo
the women's institute,

and that parson are kicking up?

If we were to tell you
that the reverend gentleman,

and the institute,
approved of your daughter

riding in the procession?
Have they?

We have
reason to think they will.

Well you'll hardly disapprove
in that case, surely.

We wouldn't dream of
allowing any vulgar note

to mar the dignity of such
a great civic occasion.

There's Marge.

Hello, Marge! - It's high time.

- Hello!
- Hey, Marge.

We've been followed all the way home

from work by a spiv in a sports car.

That's him outside.

Nothing to worry about.

I'm sorry if I scared you, little girl.

Nobody's scared, mate, what do you want?

Easy, friend, easy.

Put it there, Mrs. Clark,
if it weighs a tonne.

My name is mooney,

I'm exploitation manager
of fascination soap.

We're promoting a national
beauty competition

to find miss fascination of 1951.

Class stuff, you understand,
recognised beauty queens only.

No rubbish, in short, Mrs. Clark,

that's why I'm after your daughter.

All expenses paid and if she wins,

a cheque for 1,000 pounds,
a genuine mink coat,

and a three-month film
contract in dominant films.

And if that isn't a gift horse,

then lady, I never met the animal.

Oh, Marge, did you hear that?

I caught the little lady's picture

in the paper the other week, nice work.

Of course it helps us, and if she clicks,

it's fame overnight.

Her dad doesn't hold with these things.

Not in the ordinary way, naturally,

but a proposition like this

might change your whole life, Mrs. Clark.

That's what dad's afraid of.

Mrs. Clark, there are three
million girls in this country

between the ages 17 and 23

hurling themselves down
the same blind alleys,

dancers, speedways, films.

Worshipping at the altar of
Jean Simmons and Betty grable.

Living by proxy with
what at the end of it?

Marriage to some factory
worker, or counter hand.

Yeah, hey?

Seven years to live,
and then the kitchen sink.

I'm offering your daughter
a chance of escape.

When is this competition, mr?

Mooney's the name, at
westbourne in four weeks' time.

Oh, I see, we're very
sorry if we seem rude,

but well, we weren't just
expecting anything like this,

of course she'll accept.

That's the ticket,
and she won't regret it.

Well, I'm glad you see it this way,

and I'm sure mr, Clark will too, bye-bye.

Well, good luck, little girl.

See you at westbourne on the 28th.

I'll mail you all the dope.

So long, son, and goodbye all.

Exit your fairy godfather
to the jingle of bells.

Sylvia, what have you been and done?

Oh, I couldn't let Marge
pass up a chance like that.

Can't you see what it would mean?

It means your father'll hit the roof.

Well then don't tell him.

It so happens we've
booked for the holiday camp

for the 28th.

Well, you could go to
westbourne instead, couldn't you?

Marjorie, haven't you
got anything to say?

Mum, did he really ask me

to go in for a beauty competition?

Don't be so
soft, of course he did.

Mom, dad won't be home for hours,

let's close up the shop,
and all go to the pub.

Sylvia, have you gone out of your mind?

No, let go!

Oh, look, photographers.

Just a moment, I'm from
"the Southern clarion".

Miss August, isn't it?

That's right, she's been beauty queen

of enough places to fill a railway guide.

She's the goods, I'm telling you.

- Are you her manager?
- No.

No, these are two friends
of mine from Australia.

Juts a couple of boys
from the back block

just treating ourselves to
a visit to the old country.

I see.

- Are you for the competition?
- Yes, that's right.

No, no, scrub that, come on,

the next coach has the
perfect zip fastener girl.

- Is that all?
- Thanks.

Marjorie, look up there.

Simon abbott!

Oh, no, I don't believe it.

Are you in this soap circus, too?

That's right.

This is the girl
you wanna watch out for.

She's been miss axminster,
the perfect weatherproof girl,

and miss non-ferrous metals of 1950.

Don't take any notice of him,

he goes on like that all the time.

I don't suppose that past
successes count for much

in a competition of this sort.

After all it's the
best-looking girl that wins.

We'll see you at the hotel

as soon as we get the digs fixed.

Don't be long, will you?

Fascination over here, please.

I just want my case.

Your luggage will be brought
up to your room, my dear.

Now, over here, there's a good girl.

Hello.

Girls, please.

It's an awful nuisance I know,

but I'm afraid I shall have
to ask you to share rooms.

- What?
- Oh, no!

Now, girls, please, please.

It's the height of the season,
and the place is packed.

Why don't you two dig in together?

She's new to this sort of thing, doll.

Uh-huh.

Come on, I thought maybe
you could just show her

the ropes, you know, drop her a few hints.

I'll show her the ropes,
you drop her the hints.

Come on, kid.

See you later, Vic dear.

We'll be in the bar, babe.

In there, you two.

Push on, the rest of
you, don't hang about.

It burns me up the way they
treat you on these junkets.

Our assets may not be intellectual,

but at least we respond to
a little old world courtesy.

Mm, faces the sea, that's something.

And a bath, oh, that's for me.

I was crawling round the orchid
room till four this morning.

We were never introduced properly.

My name's Dolores August, christened doll,

but the ores was added
just to give it class.

August isn't regular either,
but you can skip that.

Come in!

Shove 'em on the bed, will you, George?

You've got a Bob in your bag?

Yes, I think so.

Vic and Larry are a couple of nice boys.

I ran across them the
other day at the festival,

picked them up in the dome of discovery.

They're Australians in
the pineapple business.

Larry grows them, and Vic cans 'em.

I'll be in and out like a
flash, you can follow me in.

You know they're absolutely
reeking with dough.

Larry took a fancy to you,
I could see that a mile off.

If you play your cards right,

you'll be eating pineapple all your life.

He'll be at the reception.

Is there going to be a reception?

You bet, you don't think they'd kick off

this flesh jamboree
without a party, do you?

It'll start anytime now,
and go on all night.

But I'm meeting my friends.

Well, you can't afford to
miss this, it's publicity,

besides you needn't
stay more than an hour,

they'll all be cock-eyed by then.

Hello, kid, everything all right?

The programme for tomorrow,

and a box of soap with the
compliments of the company.

Where's doll?
She's having a bath.

Okay.

Hello, doll, just in time
with the soap, it seems.

It's about tomorrow, doll,

I've talked it over with the boys.

How much do they offer?

They'll give you a 100 pounds down

instead of the first prize.

That's big of them,
what about the mink coat?

Well, you know old man green.

- I do, how much?
- 50 pounds.

50 quid instead of a mink coat?

Making it 150 all told.

I'd do better out at
that beachwear competition.

That was export only.

There's a bit of one-way
traffic about this too.

Now look, doll, how often
can you pick up a 150 quid

by strolling around for
10 minutes in a swimsuit?

I picked up more than
that walking 10 yards

in the dome of discovery.

If I was sure he was in the bag,

you could go and take a running
jump at the whole racket.

What about this film contract?

Oh, that's on the level.

Well, that's a refreshing
note, what's it worth?

A three-month film contract
at the glamour school

at a tenner a week.

But I can earn more than that modelling.

The film business is economising.

Well, you can scrub round at that price.

I'd never make a film star anyway.

No, it's the 50 quid
instead of the mink coat

that burns me up.

The fur business isn't
doing too well either.

It's doing better than 50
smackers for a mink coat.

I'm sorry, doll, those are the terms.

It's take 'em or leave 'em.

- All right, I'll take it.
- Good.

But it's the body beautiful
at rock bottom prices.

Give me a cigarette will you, Eddie?

I hate doing this to
you, doll, I really do.

You know I sometimes wish that
I was in some honest business

like politics or flogging nylons, so long.

So long.

Don't hang about, kid,
the reception's at seven,

dinner at half past.

It's only me.

He says it's a dinner as well now.

What am I going to do about my friends?

Phone down, and leave a
message to say you'll be late,

they'll understand.
I don't know so much.

Who do I ask for? - Reception.

Reception.

Could I speak to reception, please?

- Speaking.
- Taking me to naltravers?

- Certainly, madam.
- Speaking to naltravers.

Come on, Johnnie.

Speaking to major naltravers.

Yes, I'll inform them, madam.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

We've called to see miss Marjorie Clark.

Ah, yes, she's just left a
message to say she's sorry,

but she has to attend a dinner.

Dinner, who with?

The fascination reception and dinner

on the pompadour suite, sir.

She said she'd see you afterwards.

Oh, did she?

Hear that, Janie?

Why couldn't they have asked us as well?

I expect it's evening dress.

I don't care if it's fancy dress,

we're her friends, aren't we?

It's not Marjorie's fault.

What are you whispering for,
we're not in church, are we?

- Johnnie?
- Well,

if she'd only said something,

we could have gone to the pictures.

We can go now, Johnnie.

I don't wanna go to the pictures.

Then let's get something to eat,

and we'll wait on the beach.

That's a nice thing.

What else can we do?

No, nothing, I suppose.

Hey, mate, where's the
nearest fish-and-chip shop?

I understand there's
one in market street, sir.

At, come on.

Excuse me, please,

would you give miss Clark a message?

Of course, madam.

Would you tell her we'll be on the beach

at the bottom of south street?

I'll make a note of it, madam.

By the whelk stall.

Very good, sir.

Ta-ta.

But it is not the quality
of the product alone

which has made fascination
soap a household word,

or perhaps I should say more properly,

a boudoir and bathroom word.

It is our insistence on
telling the simple truth,

our slogan, fascination soap fascinates...

Couldn't we slide out?

I have, I have a little surprise for you.

For me?

Well, nobody will notice
us, what do you say?

I don't mind.

Those three little words,

fascination soap fascinates.

Of course.

The governor.

It's a peach of a night.

Isn't it?

What did you say just
now, Vic, about a...

Surprise?

That's right, close your eyes.

Okay.

A bikini, how wonderful!

I thought perhaps you'd like to wear it

to the competition tomorrow.

Oh, you're an angel.

Mind you, you'll win even without one,

you know what I mean.

Oh, you're prejudiced, Vic.

When I'm out there tomorrow
with all those lovely girls,

I don't know what I'm going to do,

and you know deep down I'm so
frightened I could run away,

and I would too if it wasn't for mom.

You're a sweet kid.

Those three little words...

I shouldn't really, you know.

Oh, a couple of minutes'll
make no difference.

Sea air might get the
soap out of our ears.

So you see the least I can do

is to make her life a little easier now.

They don't grow 'em like you, babe.

Listen, doll, if things don't
turn out right tomorrow,

just come to your uncle Vic.

You don't know what
you're saying, darling.

You bet your life I do.

I know a girl when I see one,

and I know all I need to know about you,

and I'll tell you something else,

if you don't win that
competition tomorrow,

if the judges are so blind
that they offer the prizes

to some other dame, I'll
buy you a mink coat myself.

You'll buy me a mink coat?

The brother of the one
they're offering tomorrow.

Nothing but the best for
you, doll, that's me.

What's the matter, doll, anything wrong?

Nothing.

Well what do you do
with yourself at home then

in a town like that?

Oh, I don't know, I go to the pictures

two or three times a week.

Quite the addict.

What's that?

Someone who's crazy about films.

Knows all the film stars,
thinks them little tin gods.

I don't do that.

I expect they're quite
ordinary people, really.

Who is it?

It's Simon abbott!

Isn't it wonderful to think
he's really here where I am?

It's really him.

Oh, I wouldn't have
missed this for worlds.

Hey, where are you going?

Simon, Simon, Simon!

Simon!

Simon!

Everything seems so
different here from back home.

Even the sky looks different.

It started to rain.

No, it hasn't, Johnnie.

Well, it must be the sea, then.

I expect so.

Stars are out, Johnnie, look at them.

I've seen 'em before.

What a way to start a bloomin' holiday.

And now comes a young
lady wearing the mink coat,

which will shortly grace the lucky winner

of today's competition.

Take over from here.

Mr. Alfred green,
chairman of orient furs,

and one of the judges of the
miss fascination competition

has specially selected this coat

from his new winter collection.

Hello dear.

Are they all here? - Oh yeah.

Doll?

What's this?

The judges must have some
way of identifying you,

but I've already got a costume.

The boys last night were in no condition

to absorb anything but scotch.

I've checked up, you're the only girl

wearing a black one-piece,
so that's your identity card.

But, Eddie, I.

Abbott's late.

He's outside, I didn't want
to get his entrance mixed up

with the fur show, too
many skunks together.

By the way it's the girl
in the black one-piece.

The girl in the black one-piece.

Eddie, supposing abbott
don't agree with our choice?

You're two to one, it's
a Democratic decision.

What's the trouble, Marjorie?

Oh, I don't know,

I haven't worn this
costume before, that's all.

You wouldn't like me to do
you a little favour, would you?

How do you mean?

Well, Vic gave me a bikini last night,

so I won't be wearing this.

You're not serious.

I'm dead serious, if it
suits you, it suits me.

Wear it, my sweet, and ask no questions.

You'll paralyse the judges, believe me.

And now ladies and gentlemen,

I have pleasure in introducing to you

that great star of the
screen, Simon abbott.

Mr. abbott's latest
picture, "old Barcelona",

will shortly be showing
in your local cinema.

Keep an eye open for the
girl with the black costume,

I'm told she's pretty good.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the lucky girl to win the
coveted title of miss fascination

will receive a check for £1,000,

and the lovely mink
coat you have just seen.

Also, a three-month film contract

in dominant films' academy of glamour.

So now ladies and
gentlemen, it's seconds out.

Now, get in the line please,
girls, the show's starting.

Come on now.

The first of the lovely contestants

is miss Angela westwick.

Angela comes straight from a
high school near worcester.

A few weeks ago, she won the
title of miss Norfolk broads.

Next, we have a little girl
from Scotland, Doris Campbell,

the pride of the highlands.

Doris is the youngest of a large family.

She tells me she gets her
Chestnut hair from her mother,

and her blue eyes from her father.

Come on now, girls, get back into line.

Where's Daphne?

She went back to the dressing
room to fetch her lipstick.

Charlie, go up to the
dressing room, and fetch Daphne.

I'd rather run a troop of girl guides.

And now we have Dorothy morrow,

the bank clerk's beauty queen,

and believe me, those
boys know their figures.

Followed by a little
girl from high wycombe,

Felicity unsworth, the soft
furnishing manufacturer's

ideal upholstery girl.

- Nervous?
- I am a bit.

Well, just take it easy.

Stroll down the stairs
as if next week'll do,

and give the judges a
slow flash of the ivories.

I shall never do it, I know I shan't.

Brenda comes from blackburn.

Last year she was the perfect
meat marketing board girl.

Next in this dazzling array,
we have Marjorie Clark.

It's you now, good luck.

Marjorie is a little
waitress from the Midlands.

Many of you'll remember
the sensation she caused

when she was chosen to play
the role of lady godiva

in her town pageant.

That's the little girl
I was telling you about.

Pretty good, hey?

Uh-huh.

What's wrong, Eddie?

The next girl's waiting.

And last but by no means
least, Dolores August.

This little, little lady recently won

the title of miss axminster,

which means she will
take a lot of beating.

She'll get it too.

Takeover, Phil, I've
got to see the judges.

What's the matter, Eddie?

Here, mind what you're doing!

Come on, get out of the way!

Listen here, I've got to...

And now ladies and
gentlemen, you know them all.

Don't push!

And now it's up to the judges.

Thank you very much.

Well, I have made up my mind.

What do you say, Mr. birkett?

Yes, yes, I think so.

And what about you, Mr. abbott?

Well, the blonde in the
bikini holds herself well.

Does she?

And the girl with
tassels has a good figure,

but I think the girl in the
black costume carries my vote.

Pardon?

The girl in the black costume.

Well, well, fancy that!

That's exactly what I
was going to say myself.

Me too, then we all agree.

Yes.

She's not bad.

So sorry.

Well, shall I make the announcement?

By all means.

Right, well what's the kid's name?

Marjorie Clark.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I have never discarded

so many beautiful women in my life.

Thank you, thank you.

The winner is miss Marjorie Clark.

Those judges ought to
have their eyesight seen to.

Hooray!

And it is now my privilege
to confer on Marjorie Clark

the title of miss fascination 1951,

and to present her with the prizes

which she has so justly won.

Come along, Marjorie.

Go on.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I have very much pleasure

in making Marjorie miss fascination.

And now, after that very
pleasant experience,

I am happy to hand you a cheque

for the first prize of a 1,000 pounds.

And this very lovely, and
expensive-looking mink coat.

And now we're very
happy to introduce to you

britain's latest glamour
personality, miss Marjorie Clark.

Here she is.

Well, Marjorie, this must be
a very exciting day for you,

after all, it's quite something to become

a national beauty queen overnight.

I mean, haven't you been
inundated with telegrams,

and telephone calls,
and everything all day?

It must be wonderful.

Look, dear, there's nothing
to worry about here, you know,

all I want you to do is to just say,

exactly in your own words,

how it feels to become
a national beauty queen.

Fine.

Fine?

Good.

Look, you haven't got
a thing to worry about.

All you've got to do is just.

I say, did you know about this?

Did you know she hadn't
gone to the holiday camp?

Yes, Tom, I did.

"See story on page three."

I only did it because you made
such a fuss the last time.

Me?

She's won 1,000 pounds, a
film contract, and a mink coat.

What?

I said she's won a 1,000 pounds,

a film contract, and a mink coat!

I don't care what she's won.

I've got no false ideas about Marjorie.

She's got no more strength of character

than the rest of 'em.

Put her among a lot of
fur coats and film stars,

she'll go to pot, Mark my words.

A 1,000 quid.

We're a couple of prize suckers,

letting ourselves get
shoved around like this.

But our expenses have
been paid, Johnnie,

and we're seeing London.

Well, I didn't ask to see London, did 1?

I wanted to go to a holiday
camp, and get brown.

But you want Marge to
be a success, don't you?

Anyone can be a success having
photos taken for soap ads,

even you could.
Oh, I couldn't, Johnnie.

Why not?

You've got decent teeth, and your legs,

well they're jolly good.

You can smile.

Come to think of it, you know,

you've got a jolly nice smile.

I've got a perfectly ordinary
smile, and you know it.

And what right have you got
to be thinking of my legs,

Johnnie west? - Oh no, no, no,

I didn't mean it like that, Janie.

It's just I can't help thinking of her

lying in a bath somewhere,
one leg up in the air,

and a lump of soap in her hand.

Grinning like a cheshire cat.

Oh, it makes my blood boil to think of it.

Lowering herself to things like that.

These cigars are not bad, Tom.

How many did she give you?

Couple of hundred.

I suppose you'll be getting out of here,

now Marjorie's a film star.

She ain't no film
star, and never will be.

There's no talent in our family

apart from the wife's brother.

He plays the cornet.

You don't always have to
have talent to be a film star,

you know, dad.

No, but you have to
look as though you have.

Mark my words, in three months,
she'll be back home again.

What to?

Well, I'm not having her
knocking around London,

doing nothing, I've read
what happens to beauty queens

when they're at a loose end.

Some of those old gaiety girls

used to marry into the peerage.

Mm-hmm, and look at the peerage,

bolstered up with trade union leaders.

Marge is not that sort anyway.

No, well, she's got everything it takes.

Her picture's everywhere,
all over the country.

Soon her face will be as well known

as Rita Hayworth's or Betty grable's.

She might even marry an Indian prince,

or a dance band leader,
and go to Hollywood,

and have a coloured maid
and a swimming pool.

She'll be a star!

You must remember that you're no longer

just a soap queen, my dear,
you're a film starlet now.

Now the soap people are only interested

in publicising one thing, cleanliness.

In films, the range is much wider.

We'll start you off at the
glamour school tomorrow,

and we'll take a few pictures
of you at work there.

But I'm going home on Friday
for a week, it was agreed.

That's right.

Oh, we've lots to do before then.

We shall want you on Thursday
for the charity premiere

with the rest of the girls.

Don't she never get no time to herself?

When our starlets are not training,

they're expected to attend
first nights, open fetes,

launch ships, small ships of course.

Yeah, but when does she act in films?

Uh-uh,
mustn't create a precedent.

The trouble is that you've joined us

at a particularly hectic period.

We've got all the Christmas
magazine pictures to get off.

You mean throwing snowballs
in bathing costumes?

Not necessarily.

To get into the big picture magazines,

we must have an angle.

Now let me see.

Sweet, fresh, unsullied innocence.

Cinderella comes to town perhaps, why not?

With a chaperone, of course.

Now all we need is a nice
presentable young man.

Marjorie dear, do you know of
a nice presentable young man?

Good afternoon.

I'm back in London, so I
thought I'd look you up.

- Come in, won't you.
- Thanks.

I hope I'm not breaking anything up.

Good day.

I just wondered if you'd like to come out,

and have a drink. - Australian?

Sounds like it.

Of course, if you're
busy, I could call back.

Just the job.

"Fan from the wide open spaces

"meets lovely Marjorie whatshername at,

"say, the festival of britain."

Flogged to extinction.

Ooh, fun fair's are always good.

Now let's see, she's
got the school tomorrow,

she's got the premiere on Thursday.

We'll make it Friday afternoon
before she goes home.

Wonder if he's got a broad-brimmed hat.

One, two, tummies in,

chins up, busts up.

One, two, one, two.

Not too much hip swinging, dear.

One, two, one.

Stay, stay at home, my heart, and rest.

Home keeping hearts are happiest,

t, t, t.

Stay, stay at
home, my heart, and rest.

Home keeping hearts are happiest.

T, t, t.

Very good, now we'll try
our usual little exercise.

You, Marjorie, will
find this very necessary

in the next few months.

Repeat slowly after me,

being careful, clearly
to enunciate your vowels.

Programmes, five shillings, please.

Programmes, five shillings, please.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Programmes, five shillings, please.

Hello, you're looking
very attractive tonight.

Thank you.

It's from the studio wardrobe.

Jane foster wore it in
"the leaping heart".

I recognised it from the film.

Did you really?

Have you started at that school yet?

Yes.

Well, I'll give you
a ring there tomorrow.

I want to talk to you about something.

Oh, but I won't be there,

the studio publicity are
taking me out somewhere.

I'll run you to earth.

Just one moment.

Got it.

There's a hill outside my window

that's just a mass of wattle.

You call it mimosa over here,

and all round the house is bougainvillaea.

It's a bush with a beautiful red flower.

You'd like it at Christmas there.

I've got a family of
possums, tame as you like,

they play all day long on the veranda.

I don't know where they got this hat from.

I've never seen one quite
like it in Australia.

It's off again, it's too bad, you know.

He doesn't seem to want to help.

Just before sunset you can
see the parrots flying home.

Cockatoos and parakeets, all
the colours of the rainbow,

the forests are full of 'em.

Now watch what you're doing,

Mr. burns, please.

Okay, now.

Oh, and I almost forgot
what you'd like most of all,

the koala bears, they're
just like Teddy bears.

Here, you lucky fella.

People keep them in their gardens.

Of course, there are
kangaroos and wallabies,

of course you know what's that.

Mind you, it's rough living,

but it's near to nature,
and somehow to me it's real.

Not like this.

Clutch each other cheek to jowl,

and register something urgent!

All the same I don't think I'd
ever try and persuade a girl,

not a city girl to go and live out there.

It's pretty lonely, and I'm not exactly

the drawing room fellow.

I can't talk about much,

I don't really know anything much.

The way I've been talking about myself

today will give you a lead on that.

I think you've been very interesting.

Do you reckon?

No, no, you can't really mean that.

I'll tell you what, though.

If you have dinner with me tonight,

I promise we'll talk
about nothing but you.

Oh, I'm sorry, I'm going home tonight.

I'm catching a train.

Well, look, couldn't
you catch a later train?

I'm going back to Australia
in a couple of days.

I can't, my friends will be
waiting for me at the station.

Here you are, governor, hand-picked.

Thanks, koala bear.

Another round like that,
you can have the joint.

I'll see you at the train, then?

- Lolly?
- No, thanks.

Will you do something for me?

Sign your name across a photograph,

and send it to me. - Of course.

I'd like to join your fan
club before the rush start.

I don't expect there'll
be much of a rush.

I'll be a faithful fan anyway.

Will you?

Do you mind if I write
to you once in a while?

Of course not.

You don't have to bother to reply.

- Oh, but I'd like to.
- Would you?

Porter, sir?

Yeah, nothing seems to be
happening right for me today.

Yeah, all this stuff.

Can I see you to the train?

Oh, I'd rather you didn't.

Johnnie will be there and, well,

no, I'll be all right, really.

I get it.

There she is.

Who won all that junk,
you or the Australian?

He did.

Thank you, miss.

I've got a telegram, it
came for you at the hotel.

He was ever so nice, Janie.

He just couldn't have been nicer.

Oh, I expect it's from mum.

He told me all about Australia.

Did he tell you about
his wife and six kids?

What is it, Marge?

It's from Simon abbott.

No, what's it say?

He wants me to come down
to his yacht on Sunday

to meet Earl prince, a Hollywood producer.

The man who gave us "woman and love".

That's right.

And Simon says, he's looking
for a girl just like me.

Oh, Janie this is awful.

What's so awful about it?

I'm only be throwing away
my whole career by going home,

that's all.

Look, Marge, why don't
you send a telegram home

saying that you're
going home next weekend?

Of course, she can't, that's why.

I've stood for this
Australian fruit merchant,

but I'm not gonna have her
going boating with no film star.

If want to go, I'll go.

Not while I'm here, you won't,

we're gonna get this thing
sorted out this weekend,

you and me.

We're gonna have an understanding.

Listen son, why don't you let up a bit.

Who asked you to shove your oar in?

Well the girl's upset,
anyone can see that.

Oh, is she?

And what business is it of
yours if she is, may I ask?

Do you wanna make something of it?

I asked you a civil question.

And I gave you a civil answer.

All right.

Marge, what are you doing?

Here!

Let go of my case, Johnnie.

- Get back in there.
- No!

I'm warning you, we're
all washed up if you don't.

All right, we're washed up, so what?

All right, if that's
the way you want it.

50 weeks of the year I smack butter,

the only two weeks holiday I get,

I spend it chasing after
a girl I never even see,

and when I do, she gives me the rush.

If that don't make me a mug,

I'd like to know what does.

Johnnie, listen, it isn't true.

Johnnie?

Oh, talk to him, Janie,
and explain to mom and dad.

Good afternoon.

Hello, madam, I never
expected to see you so soon.

Your chauffer was ever so quick,

he passed everything on the road.

The old bus certainly
covers the ground all right.

Doesn't look old to me.

Oh, last year's model,
but I've got attached to it.

Come and sit down, make
yourself comfortable.

It's really lovely here.

I like to get out of
London when I can, you know.

Do you ever take it to the sea?

Good heavens, yes.

Sailed down to Gravesend
in the last week.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

I'll mix you a drink.

Prince hasn't shown up yet,

but you can never tell
with these film moguls,

might be hours late.

You won't give me
anything strong, will you?

'Cause I'm not used to drinking yet.

Oh, this won't do any harm,
my dear, it's quite mild.

I came upon the recipe when I was judging

a cocktail competition in Athens.

That was when you were making

"the man from the foreign office",

and you played the man.

Yes, that's right, appalling script.

Well, here's to your
name in lights, my dear.

Thank you.

You know I always think there's nothing

so completely relaxing as the
thames on a Sunday afternoon,

away from all the panic of the studios,

publicity stunts, and what have you.

Which reminds me, I'd rather you treated

this as an off-the-record visit.

Oh, I wouldn't dream of.

You know how it is, people talk.

After all I'm pretty
much in the public eye.

Yes, of course you are.

Before you know where you are,

some reporter has it, we're
in print, practically married.

But they couldn't say that
when you're married already.

- There's a divorce pending...
- Oh, I see.

And that's off the record too.

I don't know how you feel about it,

but I just wouldn't like
to see our friendship

made to look cheap in some gossip column.

Oh, no, nor would I.

You don't mind my calling
it a friendship, do you?

Of course not.

You see, this may sound odd

after two minutes' conversation,

but when I saw you in that competition,

I thought, "there's
someone who's different."

I'm not really.

Oh, you're wrong, you know.

I'm the kind of chap who has no illusions.

I can stand back, and
criticise myself severely,

and that gives me a perspective on others.

I expect it does.

And believe me, when I
talked to you the other night,

I'm not kidding, you
took me back to the days

when I was a good deal younger.

I always thought you
were a good deal younger.

You know, younger than you look.

What I mean is you look awfully
young really, for your age.

Thank you.

Well, you brought a picture to my mind

of something I used to dream about,

but never quite caught up with.

Am I becoming sentimental?
It doesn't matter.

You see, my ideas have
got a bit mixed up lately,

but the moment I saw you
looking just the way you do now

as simple as Joan of arc,

yet as mysterious as the Mona Lisa,

and barefooted like...
Like "the constant nymph"?

That's right, how did you guess?

I didn't, you said all that in your film,

"the shadow of the orient",

with Susan foster, John
Taylor, and mandl jaan

when you restored the balance of power

in the middle east.
Did I indeed?

And you said that if we believed

in the things in life that matter,

the real things, everything
would be all right.

You know, I hate to
shatter your illusions,

but I'm afraid I don't act in private life

like I do on the screen.

Even though I borrow the dialogue.

I didn't meant anything by
that, really I didn't, Simon.

Don't apologise, please.

Drink that up, have another before you go.

Before I go?

I'm afraid I can't stand
fans who dote on every word,

and gesture. - I don't.

They create an entirely false picture,

expect you to live up to it,

then follow you about
like a flock of sheep

to see that you do.
How dare you?

I don't do anything of the sort!

Then why did you come here?

Because you asked me
here to meet Earl prince.

Oh, yes, of course, I did.

And now you stand there and insult me.

I've been behaving like an idiot.

It's just that I didn't realise
the sort of girl you were.

I apologise.

Now listen, my dear, I don't
want to make a sermon of this.

In any case I'm hardly
the person to deliver one,

but the fact is you're too
simple a girl for this racket.

Don't please think that I'm
presuming, really, I mean this.

Why not go home now, and
think over what I've said?

Think to yourself whether
you shouldn't forget

that there are such things as films.

Whether you wouldn't be much happier

living the life that you're used to.

Now will you do that to please me?

Come along now, believe
me, I'm quite Sincere.

Oh!

Oh, Simon!

Here, here, what's going on?

- Let me go.
- No, you don't.

- What have you been up to?
- Yes.

Here, where are your shoes?

Cripes, we're too late.

What are you fellas doing on my yacht?

Never mind about your blinking boat,

what have you been doing to my daughter?

So, she's your daughter, is she?

Well, will you please take
her away from here at once?

Oh, that's your attitude, hey?

You've finished with
her, now she can go, hey?

Did you hear what he said?
I heard.

Look here, I don't
want any unpleasantness.

Are you gonna stand there,

and let this swine insult Marjorie?

Oh, this is fantastic.

You're her boyfriend,
haven't you a spark of manhood?

I know my responsibilities.

Now look here.

Help!

Help!

Our chairman was deeply shocked.

He phoned me this morning,

and asked me to get in touch with you.

I don't think I need explain

why you've been asked to
the studio, miss Clark.

Incidents of this nature
are most unwelcome in films.

You were a party to that
brutal assault on Mr. abbott.

I regret to tell you
that I've been instructed

to invoke the morality
clause in your contact,

and terminate your engagement.

What about his morality?

That doesn't enter into it, never has.

I'm very sorry this should have
happened, very sorry indeed.

You'll receive an official
letter from us in the morning.

Goodbye, miss Clark.

I'm very sorry, miss Clark,

come back again in the Autumn.

There may be something then.

I'm sorry our plans

are a little vague just now.

Good day, miss Clark.

Come in.

The palatial offices

of brown and brown
chartered accountants are

floor above.

But I want the optimum
films, this is right, isn't it?

I tried to phone, but they
said it was out of order.

Oh, how nice of them to put it that way.

Mr. draper, the casting director,

said if I came back
next month, that's now,

Mr. murington, the producer, would see me.

Oh, I'm afraid the casting
director is no longer with us.

- Isn't he?
- No.

No, murington alone
remains, and he faces you.

You mean you're the Mr. murington?

No longer the,

that.

It was about a part in your new film.

My new film?

The casting director said he thought

there might be a part in it for me.

Look, sit down, my child.

Surely you have heard of
the British film crisis.

I thought it was over.

My dear girl, what with
television to the left of us,

Hollywood to the right of us,
and the government behind us,

our industry, laughable term,
is forever on the brink.

I didn't know, I'm sorry.

Oh, not more than I am, my dear.

I've sat here for months
waiting to start my new film.

I have my breakdowns, my cross plots,

my shooting schedule, I
even have a script.

All I need is a quarter
of a million pounds,

but they won't give it to me, miss?

- Clark.
- Miss Clark.

Miss Clark, when I tell
you that in the past

my films have been so successful

that no other producer in the
country has lost less money,

you'll understand how
ludicrously impossible

the whole situation's become.

Have you had any lunch? No, sir.

You can have half my bun.

Thank you, sir.

Not at all.

Excuse fingers.

You know, it's a pity I can't help you,

but I don't mind admitting that I find you

a remarkably attractive young woman.

What's your name?

- Marjorie Clark.
- Marjorie Clark.

Mine's hawtry, hawtry murington.

No, don't be alarmed, Marjorie.

In my present state of depression,

I assure you're only too safe with me.

Have a drop of milk.

Well if there's enough.

Of course, of course.

Good luck, Marjorie.

Mind you, time was when
I'd have been quite unable

to resist briskly pursuing
you round this desk,

clockwise or anticlockwise.

They came equally to me.

Though I always thought I ran
better in a right-hand course.

Folie de jeunesse, where are you now?

You mean there won't be anything?

No, no, Marjorie, I'm afraid not.

In fact I don't quite know
why I came in here today.

Probably to see the gas out.

It sinks, and I'm ready to depart.

Come, I'll see you to the bus, Marjorie.

I'll be quite all right, really.

You know, only few years ago, Marjorie,

my name was known to every
financier in the city.

It's still known to them,

but not quite in the same happy light.

Oh, in fact not in any
light at all, it seems.

Come along, give me your hand, Marjorie.

I don't want to seem curious, my dear,

but what brings a smart girl like you

to want to pawn a mink coat?

Perhaps because I'm not so smart,

I haven't worked much lately,

and well, I need the money
more than I need the coat.

Hello, is that fascination soap publicity?

This is Marjorie Clark.

I was just ringing to tell you,

I haven't received my box
of soap this month, and.

Well could I speak to
Mr. Eddie mooney please?

- I think he's left.
- Left?

Where's he gone? - He's left.

I see.

Well, would you mind giving
me his address then, please?

- Certainly,.
- Yes.

For you, miss Clark.

Oh, thanks.

I say, it's all right about the soap,

it's just arrived, thank you very much.

Would you put it on the table, please?

Yes.

I'll say one thing about Marjorie,

she certainly keeps the party clean.

Come on, kids, let's open it up,

it'll be bath night
tonight in the old harem.

Oh, dear, it's not
soap at all, it's tins.

Tins, what of?

Pineapple.

I see, look at that.

Well, what do you know?

Your mug on a tin of pineapple!

Marjorie, tell us,
how did you work this?

What does it say?

It's from a man I know

in the pineapple business in Australia.

What's he paying you for it?

He's not, he's done it
as a compliment to me.

You can't live on compliments,
never on your Nellie,

it's worth a packet,

he's used your picture
without your permission.

Do you know what I'd do
if I were in your place?

I'd send him a airmail letter
and demand compensation.

But he's a friend of mine.

But you can't mix
friendship with business.

I can if I want to.

He's the only decent man I've
ever met since I left home,

and I wish to heaven, I'd hung on to him!

So shut up, all of you.

Hello.

Well, would you believe
it, Marjorie Clark!

Well, hello, come on in.

What are you doing here?

Oh, I don't know, I've
struck a bad patch lately,

and I thought you might
be able to help me.

Oh, I'm not in the soap
racket any longer, honey.

I know.

I'm publicising agricultural
fertiliser at the moment.

Nothing in that line, I'm afraid.

Oh, I wasn't thinking of that.

Don't you know anyone in the
entertainment business, Eddie?

I don't mind what it is,
repertory, revue, television even.

Well, I know a few of the boys.

I've got a poker game
going on at the moment.

Come inside and have a drink.

I don't want to break up the game.

A horde of elephants wouldn't
break this game up, come on.

Boys, I'd like you to meet a
friend of mine, Marjorie Clark.

- Hello.
- Hello.

What would you like to drink?

Oh, gin and something,
orange, thank you.

Marjorie was with me in
soap, miss fascination 1951.

She wants a job, lew.

Lew runs revues.

Started one on the road last week.

- One for me.
- Sing or dance?

No, I can't I'm afraid.

Show girl, hey?

Give me three.

I'd do anything so
long as I can be seen.

Oh, you'd be seen all right,

it's one of those French revues.

What would I have to do?

Well, if you can't sing or dance,

there's only one thing you
can do in a French revue.

- I see.
- Bit nippy playing aberdeen

at this time of year.

No, I don't think I could.

No, I didn't think you would either.

Yeah, are we settling
this dame's future,

or are we playing cards?
We're playing cards.

Okay, I'll bet a pound.

Do you know what I'd do if I were you?

Don't tell me.

I know, no girl ever
goes home to her mother

until after she's married.

I'll let you in on something, Eddie.

These past few weeks, I've
been thinking about it.

Which, going home or getting married?

Both.

Marjorie, your call's just come through.

Hello, mom, it's me.

Oh, darling, it is nice to hear you.

Why didn't you phone before,
we've been so worried.

I don't know what
time the train gets in.

I forgot to look that up.

Mom, will you do something for me?

Ask Johnnie to meet me at
the station, just Johnnie.

I'd like to see him first.

I haven't written to him much lately,

and well, I'd like to put that right.

You'll catch him at the shop now.

Are you there, mom?
Yes, dear, I'm here.

It's just, well, I thought you'd heard,

Johnnie's got engaged to Janie.

Oh, mom.

Nobody told me.

Why didn't somebody?

Johnnie or Janie or someone.

Whatever made him do it?

He got the promise of a prefab.

Your receipt, miss Clark.

Oh, yes, thank you, Nellie.

Oh, and Mrs. jezzard says

where shall we forward the letters?

I'll send you the address.

Okay.

Hello!

Where?

Australia?

Marjorie!

Hold on, please.

Marjorie Clark?

Is Marjorie around?

Seven quid a week.

Can't pay more.

What do you say, kid?

Right, you're engaged.

Show's at aldershot
this week, Dudley next.

You can join them there on Monday.

"Dear mum and dad,

"I'm writing this on the train north.

"We open tomorrow at Dudley."

That's tonight.

"Next week we go south
again to boscombe, so."

How many times have I
told you not to scribble

on the customers' papers?

"So I shall be seeing
quite a lot of the country

"before I'm through."

Dudley, where's that?

About 100 miles from here.

Oh mom, couldn't we go over tonight?

We'd never get there.

Well, Janie's brother's got a car

that Johnnie borrows sometimes.

But that would be a cheek,

besides he may not want to go.

Oh, Janie'd fall over herself

if she thought to see
Marge acting on a stage.

Bar of toffee and a beano comic.

"I'm playing in several scenes,

but I don't do much really."

Not very much, hey?

It sounds like the first worthwhile thing

she's done since she left home.

Pictures and things are all very well,

but this is the theatre.

Bert, take
it up on the long bit.

Wait a minute, wait a
minute, where's the trombone?

Oh, he's down at the barracks.

He's on duty till five.

And the bloomin' trumpet player,

rehearsing for the brewers' ball.

What's the good of a band call?

It will be all right tonight, Eddie.

Give me the last eight bars.

All right, Wally,
that's enough of that.

Hello, deary, you're the
new stripper, aren't you?

I'm Lucille la roche.

I'm in the same line, you know.

We'll be working together.

- Lucy?
- Mm-hmm.

Arnold wants his sweet coupons.

Oh, not again.

Oh, alf, my hubby.

Marjorie, isn't it?

Pleased to meet you, duck.

Well, what am I gonna do about him, hey?

Oh, give him a quarter of pound.

Arnold's our eldest, he's a little terror.

He runs through his sweet
coupons like a drunken sailor.

I'll get them, they're in my bag.

- Okay.
- See you later, dear.

Hey, what
are you doing up there?

But what about that sky clock?

- Where's lew?
- Yes, where is he?

Oh, there he is.

Lew, have you seen that outrage outside?

Our name's covered up.

By some brazen little brat.

A tit of a girl without talent or decency.

It's outrageous.

How dare you put her name
above ours on the bill.

Nothing like this ever happened
to me at covent garden.

You'd look fine singing
tosca in your birthday suit.

That is not funny,

and all because she had the offrontary

to ride around some tatty
town as lady godiva.

What are you gonna do about it?

Wait a minute, you've hit it, godiva.

Joe, where are you, Joe?
I'm here, guv.

Get hold of a horse, a white one.

What if I can't get a white one?

Then paint it white, you clot!

Thanks for the tip, Stella.

Never mind about the horse,
what about our billing?

Shut up a minute, I'll fix that later.

Somebody get that girl.

Marjorie!

Godiva, it's an inspiration.

Marjorie?

What hit you, kid?

You're not gonna let them
two upset you, are you?

All they ever did was to sing a duet

from "desert song" on "worker's playtime".

But they're right.

It's not decent and I haven't any talent.

Hey, Marjorie, the
governor's looking for you.

Come on now, shap out of it.

I'll have a word with lew.

See if I can't persuade him

to let you wear a bit of drapery.

What's happening around here today?

Now where have you been?

Lew, she's upset.

These opera howlers
chucking insults at her.

Lew, can't you let her do
the act with something on?

What do you think I'm
running, Sunday school treat?

This is a French revue.

It's got a French title,
it's got a can-can,

and it's got to have nudes.

The public want art and
the lord Chamberlain

says they can have it stationary,

I'm not gonna be the one
that's gonna deprive 'em of it.

Either she rides that
horse like lady godiva did,

or she can scram, is that clear?

Fairly.

- Good afternoon.
- Good afternoon.

- Mrs. Clark?
- No, no, I'm Mrs. Tucker.

I look after the shop for them

when they go out together.

Oh, I see.

Well, I wonder could you give us some idea

of where they've gone.

I'm a friend of Marjorie's.

Oh, they've gone to
Dudley to see Marjorie.

She's a theatrical now.

Well, what do you know!

Dudley, hey?

How far's that?

Oh, it's 80 miles or more.

But where's the Eiffel Tower?

- It's out in the passage.
- Bring it in here!

What do you think I spent
Thursday night making it for?

Kids get to sleep all right, dear?

Arnold was fretting a bit.

I'll get him some bicarbonate.

Oh, you're always dosing
him with that stuff!

Well, I'll just run down
and get the fish, hey?

- Okay.
- Drop of guinness, dear?

No, thanks.

Well, have them
know we go up in a second!

The clock's down, bring 'em out.

Not the sort of show I imagined.

Bit saucy if you ask me.

Oh, Tom, don't be so old-fashioned.

It's supposed to take place in Paris.

Is it?

J how long is always j

j on a day to love j

j only because our life

j is one sweet song j

You're not cold are you, dear?

- No, it's just...
- Oh, I know, first time.

I feel terrible.

Oh, now look here, dear.

You're a respectable girl,
and I'm a respectable woman.

If it was wrong, you don't
suppose I'd do it, do you?

I know, but the people out
there don't think that way.

Oh, there's always
people with nasty minds,

see wrong in anything.

You don't want to worry about them.

All you've got to do is
to think of something nice

while you're posing.

Is that what you do?

Yes, dear, I think about
my kids, and the old man.

He can't work, you know, it's very sad,

but sometimes I think about
a love story I've read,

or one of them nice recipes
they give out the wireless.

Like that one the other morning
for a crispy cheesecake.

A single seat, please, stalls.

Thank you. - Thank you.

J and if your heart ask me j

j how long we'll be &

j how long is always j

j always is forever j

Now don't forget what I said, ducks.

Where's me camouflage now?

Here, Fred, set that.

Now remember, kid, when
you come to godiva,

sit still on that horse.

If you scratch yourself,
it's a ten-quid fine.

I'll remember.

They're not so bad here really,

you can give the boys a bit of a smile,

but next week in boscombe,
don't bat an eyelid.

Marge is on next.

"Lucille la roche and Marjorie
in the beauties of history."

"History"!

Well, you like historical films, Tom.

From the dawn of time,

women have dedicated themselves to beauty.

Tonight miss Lucille la roche,
Epstein's favourite model,

and miss Marjorie Clark,
the fascination soap queen.

Sounds funny hearing her name like that.

Will depict some of the famous women

whose beauty has changed
the course of history.

First and rightly first,
miss Lucille la roche as Eve,

the mother of all women.

Oh boy.

Here you are, Marjorie, take these.

And now, miss Marjorie Clark

as that greatest of all...
Good luck, deary.

Greek heroines, the woman
whose beauty and courage

has gone down through the ages.

The face that launched a thousand ships,

Helen of Troy.

Miss Lucille la roche as salome,

the woman who lost all in
her bid for a king's favour,

renowned for the dance of the seven veils,

the world's most famous dancing girl.

Come on, that's enough, we're going.

- Yes, come on.
- What, now?

And now, perhaps the most famous

of all beautiful women in history,

one who for hundreds of years has...

Do you think Chelsea will win?

I suppose not.

Who sacrificed herself

in order to relieve the burden of taxes

which her husband had imposed
upon the people, lady godiva.

The woman who divested
herself of her clothing,

and rode though the streets of coventry

to save the honour of the town.

Let me go, you mad idiot!

I'll call a policeman, I'll scream!

Take us to a hotel, any hotel.

I said I'll scream!

Oil

here, what's going
on, where has she gone?

Oh, she can't do that,
the show must go on.

I mean on with the motley and all that.

Nevermind about the
motley, taxi!

Taxi!

Follow that car!

Come on, get in.

You can't do this to me.

I've got to finish the show,
you big blundering brute!

You'll get me the sack for this.

- Great.
- It's not great,

I don't want the sack, do you hear me?

It's my career!

What, that peep show?

What I do for a living is my business.

Who gave you the right to judge me?

Now listen, my girl, I
placed you on a pedestal.

I even put your face on my pineapple tins.

Did I ask to be put on your
rotten old pineapple tins?

Paris hotel, guv.

I'm not going into any hotel.

I'm going back to the theatre.

Don't you lay a hand on me again!

I'll sue you for assault and battery!

You can get 10 years
for assault and battery.

I'll take 'em, come on,
see me inside in a minute.

- Stop pushing me.
- Come on, come on,

it's all right. Leave me alone!

Oh come on.

Where are you taking me now?

This lady has just had her flat burnt out,

she's lost everything.

She wants a room for the night.

Oh, I'm ever so sorry, madam.

This sweater will do you,
and this pair of strides

until we get you home.

I've got a scarf somewhere.

Do you seriously think
I'm going to dress myself up

in your old clothes, and allow
myself to be dragged home

slippers.

I don't know how you treat
women in the Australian bush,

but I'm not used to it, and I'm
not going to put up with it.

I'll be in the bathroom,

give us a shout when you've changed.

If you think that strong man stuff's

going to get you
anywhere, you're mistaken.

Oh, you've done something for me tonight,

I'll never forgive you for!

Never, do you hear me?

I don't know why we're
rushing around like this for,

we never even bothered
to get pass-out tickets.

Shan't we see the rest of the show now.

Number 11, wasn't it?

It wouldn't take me
another 10 seconds to get em.

I'm only putting on these clothes

to go back to the theatre,
and take them off again!

How dare you burst in my
room while I'm dressing!

What's going on in there?

You think you're
mighty clever, don't you?

Well, we'll see, I'll
scream the place down,

and bring the management.

Hey!

Sounds as if they're here already.

Good!

- Johnnie?
- What?

Come on, bust the door down.

- Why pick on me?
- Go on, Johnnie.

No, it's none of my business,

besides she's not my girlfriend any more.

All right, well, wait a minute,

who's gonna pay for the damage?

What's a damaged door
compared with Marjorie's honour?

Yeah, I see what you mean.

Well, shut up then, come
on, what are you waiting for?

- Stand well back.
- Back.

Come on, hurry up,
we'll be too late again.

Hey, it's mahogany!

If you don't open this
door, we'll break it down.

- It's dad.
- You hear me, Marjorie?

Oh dear.

Don't worry Marjorie, we're here.

Mom too.

If that fella doesn't open this door,

I'll break every bone in his body.

Larry, what are we going to do?

Let's rush it all
together, men in front.

Well, it must be three inches thick.

There, half a mo.

Ready, one, two, three!

Hello, mom.

Hello, Sylvia.

Hello, Johnnie.

Hello, Janie.

Hello, Harry.

Hello, dad.

We didn't come here to
exchange how-do-you-dos.

I don't know who this fellow is, but...

He's a friend of mine.

Is he, he didn't sound like it

from the other side of that door.

He's from Australia.

He grows pineapples.

I don't care if he grows rhubarb.

I don't know what he brought you here for,

and I don't want to know.

What I do know is I never
thought I'd see they day

when my daughter would
expose herself on the stage.

Standing up there in full
view with next to nothing on

for every hobbledehoy to gawp at.

If you've fallen to that for a living...

Yes, I have, dad.

Shall I tell you why?

I can't act, and I can't
even sing or dance,

all I've got in the world are my looks.

I suppose I could have married
some fat old business man,

but I wasn't brought up that
way, thanks to you and mom.

If I'd had any sense I'd have gone home,

but some things go to a girl's head

when she's young and silly, and vain,

and they went to mine,

and now you're blaming
me for earning a living

the only way I know how.

Oh, Larry, why did you
have to come here just now?

I only wrote you letters
about the weather.

It was great weather.

J I saw three ships come
sailing in on Christmas day j

j I saw three ships come
sailing in on Christmas day j

j in the morning j

well, come on now, who's
the next customer, huh?

Who hasn't done anything?

Mommy.

Well, I don't know anything, darling.

Yes, you do,

show us your trick.

That's silly, dear.

No, itisn't, no, it isn't.

Come on, darling, the kids love it.

I'll feel like such a fool.

Well, I'll stand on me head afterwards.

This is the nearest I ever got

to being a film star, I'm afraid.

Stay, stay at home, my heart, and rest.

Home keeping hearts are happiest.

T, t, t.