All language subtitles for Gracie.2009.1080p.WEBRip.x265-RARBG-English

Hee hee, come on, lads and lasses.

The factory's opened again! Hee hee!

# Sing as we go
and let the world go by

# Singing a song,
we march along the highway

# Say goodbye to sorrow

# There's always tomorrow
to think of today

# Sing as we go,
although the skies are grey

# Beggar or king, you've got
to sing a gay tune

# A song and a smile
making life worthwhile

# So sing..

# As we go along. #

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Oh, please, no. Not on a Sunday.

Hello there!

Hello. Excuse me...

Oi!

SHE WHISTLES

Herbert! What can I do for you?

Nothing. Thank you.
I am looking for Gracie Fields.

Hey! Here! Me. I'm Gracie Fields.

Yes! You're Gracie Fields!

You really had me
fooled there for a moment.

I'm Monty Banks.

Montagu Banks.
Motion Picture Director. Hollywood.

The best.

Surely you've been told about me?

I don't like doing motion pictures,
I'm afraid, Mr Banks.

I can't stand the sitting around.

But you've never made
a picture with Monty Banks.

I know, what a shame.

Goodbye, Mr Banks.

The Compulsory Husband? No.

Almost A Honeymoon?

Falling In Love?
No, I've never seen any of them.

I don't have much time
to go to the pictures.

And you don't like
the sitting around. Exactly.

Well, there's no sitting around
with Monty Banks. I can see that.

Miss Fields,
I've seen all your movies...

Don't worry.
I'm not so keen on them either.

And I can tell you're having no fun,
the camera cannot lie.

With Monty Banks,
it is always fun, fun, fun!

The films pay for my bills,
that's...

Oooph!

Mr Banks!

Are you all ri...

Did you know I was one of
the Keystone Cops, Miss Fields?

Why, you...

I've worked with Fatty
Arbuckle, Mack Sennett, Harold
Lloyd,

and now I want to work with you.

I can make Gracie Fields an even
bigger star than she is already.

Well, I suppose you'd better
come in for a cup of tea.

'The most popular distinction
in the New Year's Honours list
is, of course, for our Gracie.

'Here she is on her way to
Buckingham Palace to collect her CBE

'for services to entertainment.

'The crowd brace the cold outside
to catch a glimpse of her.'

Shall we show the lads, mother?

Ooh, it's beautiful. Yes.

Here y'are, lads.

'Her latest picture,
Queen of Hearts,

'show just how deserved
the honour is.

'Thousands of eager fans turned
up for the opening of what is

'sure to be another box office hit.

'Our gal from Rochdale is
unstoppable.

'Working harder than ever
to keep the nation smiling.

'Here she is on set
with Monty Banks,

'the Hollywood director who shot her
fame transatlantic.

'From CBE to highest paid actress
in the world,

'is there no end to
what our Gracie can do?'

Gracie.

It's me again. Monty.

The surgeon says
you are a fighter, so...

Keep fighting.

I worked you too hard on that bloody
film, and all the time you were ill.

Gracie, there's something I've
been wanting to tell you.

Gracie, I...

DOOR OPENS

Still nowt?

Come on, Grace.

The whole country's praying for you.

Look!

Are you all right, love?

Shh. She's trying to speak.

Don't try to talk, love.

No love, leave that to your mother!

You're going to be fine, Grace.

You're going to live.

# I love the moon

# I love the sun

# I love the forest

# The flowers, the fun

# I love the wild birds

# The dawn and the dew

# But best of all

# I love you

# I love you. #

And now, I want to thank you
all again a thousand times

for the great love and affection
you have shown for me.

And thank you, Mr BBC. Good night.

And God bless you all.

PIANO NOTES JAR

Ow! My bloody fingers!

Monty, you daft pie-can,
put the lights back on!

I didn't do anything.
It's a power cut.

Everyone must have put their
kettles on for a nice cup of tea.

Always mayhem, wherever you go.

Have you dropped something?

What are you looking for?

I... nothing.

Was I all right?

You were wonderful.

"Dear Councillor Roberts,

"I was very, very happy to receive
your letter of good wishes,

"and do thank you so very much
for your kind offer

"to send me some kippers."

Buckingham Palace, look.
I recognise the envelope.

It's the same as the CBE.

"Unfortunately, I shall be going
to Italy to convalesce later today,

"and I'm not sure that kippers will
survive the passage
to the Isle Of Capri."

I do hope you know what you're
doing, flitting off to
a foreign country.

Shush, Mama!

"I hope to return to these shores
fit and well in the near future.

"By which time I'm sure I shall be
desperate for a kipper,

"since I won't have had one since
the last one you sent...

"and by gum, they were extra..."

Well?

What did you think?
Is that one for you?

I've told you, Harry,
I'm not looking for new songs.

I'm giving this old voice a rest.

That lovely surgeon
told me to take two years off.

Two years! What does a surgeon
know about show business?

I've never known you
to take more than two days off.

How on earth are you going to
amuse yourself for two whole years?

This is a new start, Harry.

A new life now.

I've worked these
old bones into the ground.

But the good Lord has seen fit
to give me another chance, so...

Monty's here.

You're not going to let him see
you looking like that, are you?

You look like death warmed up.

That's exactly what I am, in't it?

Oh, you can be very coarse, Grace.

Yeah, well.

Just don't count on me having any
songs left for you when you return.

Goodbye, Harry!

Good morning!

Not more post!

No. I met Santa Claus on the stairs.

Hey! No lifting! No carrying.

This goes straight to Mary. She
can deal with it while you are away.

Is this you?

That's better. I see it now.

Where's your wave set? I don't know.

You probably packed it.

Oi! Get off my fan mail!

"Dear Miss Fields, blah blah blah,

"if you could send me five pounds,
I would be able to pay my milk
bill."

Always asking for something!
This can wait. Stop now.

The taxi will be here any minute.

Monty. Come with me.

To Capri, with you?

Oh, come on, it'd be a hoot.

A hoot? Yes!

I don't know if I can play the fool
24 hours a day

if you just want to have a hoot.

And you speak the language. We can't
speak the language, none of us.

Us?

Yes, Well, I'm taking Mary to deal
with all this post,

and Mum and Dad are coming
on a later boat and...

Well, I don't know.

'I am speaking to you

'from the Cabinet Room
at 10 Downing Street.'

Passport! I will need my passport!

'This morning, the German ambassador
in Berlin

'handed the German government
a final note,

'stating that unless we heard
from them by 11 o'clock

'that they were prepared at once to
withdraw their troops from Poland,

'a state of war
would exist between us.

'I have to tell you now

'that no such undertaking
has been received,

'and that consequently, this country
is at war with Germany.'

I telephoned the shipping company.

We can get a later boat.

Basil bloody Dean.

You can't stand him anyway. Shh!

It's true.

It's useful if a comedy director
actually knows something
about making people laugh.

And if he likes to laugh himself.

The only thing that makes
Basil laugh is his pay check,
all the way to the bank.

Hello, Gracie. Hello, Basil.

Hello, Basil.

Monty. Come in, Gracie.

Miriam will get you a cup
of tea, Monty. Out here.

Can I get you anything, Mr Banks?

Tell me, Miriam,

do you play cards?

I've spoken to Olivier,
Richardson, and now Gielgud.

They'll all be bringing Shakespeare
to the troops to help boost morale.

Oh. Right.

I think our boys
will take great solace

from the words of our
island's greatest poet.

"Once more unto the breach,
dear friends, once more."

Yes, well, Basil, I don't know much
about breaches, so why have you
brought me here?

Your audience loves you because
they think you're one of them.

I am one of them. You can turn any
theatre into their front room,
they feel at home with you.

You put a smile on their faces.

So instead of a bit of
"To be or not to be",

I can give them a bit of
"Fiddly diddly dee".

Precisely.

Basil, will you please pay
your secretary early this week.

What? Why?

Because she's losing at cards
and I want my money.

Will you leave us, please.

I'm sorry, Miriam,
it will have to be strip poker.

Look at these films we did together,
and they made people laugh too.

I've been considering
setting up impromptu picture houses
in northern France.

They don't want films,
they want the real thing!

Now, I know you've been unwell.

Did you get my flowers by the way?

Telegram.

Telegram? Right...

Well, the plan
is to start with a series of
concerts in northern France.

Keep our boys' spirits up,
get them singing and laughing.

But it'll be a tough three or four
shows a day. I can do it, Basil.

Now more than ever. I have to.

Gracie, be serious.

Six weeks ago,
you were on your deathbed.

They say work is the best tonic.

Schweppes is the best tonic.

The best tonic, drunk with gin
on the terrace of a hotel in Capri.

Capri will have to wait, Monty.

I'm going to sing
to our lads in France.

And no-one can stop me.

'A great welcome for Gracie Fields,

'when she entertains our lads in
France.'

# Wish me luck
as you wave me goodbye

# Cheerio, here I go, on my way... #

Come on, lads, you know the words!

# Not a tear, but a cheer,
make it gay

# Give me a smile,
I can keep all the while

# In my heart while I'm away

# Till we meet once
again you and I

# Wish me luck

# As you wave me goodbye. #

Cheerio everybody. God bless.

I'll do my best for ya.

Reporting for duty!

I can't wear this shirt.
Look at me, I look like Chaplin.

We've all got to wear uniform.

What would happen if
we got captured, eh?

They'd have you for a spy. A spy?

Not a very good spy,
but a spy all the same.

I will write to my tailor,
see if he can make me some
of these shirts in linen.

Hey, you insisted in coming along.
Nobody forced you.

Why did you come in the first place?

Because I am a motion picture
director and you are my star.

And we have another picture to
make together when this is over,

and I would like to make sure
you live long enough to do it.

Well, then, stop your mithering.
My what?

You heard.

It's stuck!

Come on! We're going to be late!

What's so funny?
You're a daft beggar, Monty.

I bet you were a naughty child,
weren't you?

That's all you are really, isn't it?

A big naughty kid
with a pencil moustache.

No. That is not all I am.

It's a shame you never had children.

You would make a wonderful mother.

Well, it's not going
to happen now, is it?

So best not to think about it.

41-year-old
with all your insides out.

41 years old with the rest
of your life ahead of you.

HORN SOUNDS

Eh up. Cavalry's arrived.

It's our lads. They'll get us out.

Oh. Must have gone for
reinforcements.

I think maybe you have been
recognised.

All right, lads!

No. They'll get in.

It's you, isn't it?

It is. It is, love.
It's her. It's Gracie Fields!

Sing us a song, Gracie!

They said you were coming,
this lot didn't believe it.
But I believed it.

Oh, sing us a song, Gracie.
Don't be ridiculous.

The cold air will ruin your voice.

If you don't look after the voice,
it will leave you. Forever.

You're right.

Maybe just one.

Miss Fields!
Will you sing one for me?

Remind me of my sweetheart.

I don't half miss her, Miss Fields.
Please. Of course I will, lad.

What's her name? It's Sally.

I thought it might be.
Would you sing "Sally" for me?

You're weak. You sing in the cold,
your voice will go before the
concert.

Laryngitis. Bronchitis.

Pneumonia. Double pneumonia.

How long will you last?

Look at him, Monty.
Look at the little lad.

How long's he going to last, eh?

Never mind me.
How long is he going to last?

It's why I'm here.

Come on, then, lads!

You'll have to help me out.
Get round the bumper.

# The skies were blue
when I met you, Sally

# You were my gal,
my little pal so true

# You came along,
made life a song, Sally

# If I lost you

# I wonder what I'd do

# Sally, Sally, don't ever wander

# Away from the alley and me

# Sally, Sally, marry me, Sally

# And happy forever I'll be

# When skies are blue

# You're beguiling

# And when they're grey

# You're still smiling

# Smiling, Sally, Sally

# Pride of our alley

# You're more than

# The whole world to me. #

You should wait till I've finished.

You shouldn't start mucking
about now!

# Walter and me, we've been
courtin' for years

# But he's never asked me to wed

# When Leap Year comes round,
I give three hearty cheers

# Hip hip hooray, hip hip hooray,
hip hip hooray

# Because I do the askin'
instead

# I don't want to die an old maid

# So I sing him this serenade

# Walter, Walter

# Lead me to the altar

# I don't cost much to keep in food

# Walter, come on

# Walter, lead me to the altar

# And I'll show you
where I'm tattooed. #

Ee, you dirty lot.

It's not where you think.

Goodbye, lads! See you soon.

You don't need to worry about
a hardy lass from the north.

Yes, I do.

SHE COUGHS

Hey. Come on. They say this war
will be over by Christmas.

We have to do this, Monty.

We? You and me.

We've got to stick
at what we can do.

This is what we are.

This is what we're good at.

I'm going to have to go back on.

All right.

There's other people waiting to come
on, you know, it's not just me!

All right then, what we going
to have? Come on.

CAROL SINGING IN BACKGROUND

Night, lads.

You're incorrigible.
Don't encourage them.

I think I'll keep
this on for the moment.

Is it me or is it right
cold in here? It's you.

Eh, one of the lads gave me this.

Merry Christmas, Monty. Come on.

You are too weak even to
pull a cracker. Oh, shuddup!

Sorry to disturb you, Miss Fields.

The lads in the bar sent me, they're
wondering if you'd join them.

It being Christmas and all.

She's eating her dinner.
Eat your dinner.

Get her some dinner to eat.

After we've eaten, love,
then I'll come over.

Thank you, Miss Fields!

I'm not expecting a call, am I?

No. It's for me. Stanley Laurel?

What does he want on Christmas Eve?

Hello, Stan. Hi. How are you?

I don't know what I'm
doing in France.

Well, while you're on the telephone.

No, Grace.

No, no, I'm listening.

CHEERING

Shall we do a funny one first? Yeah!

Right, Chopin,
never cried so much in all me life.

# Ooooooh...

I like it, yes,
it could be very funny.

Yes, I am listening.

Yes.

Let me call you. Yes, and ah,
how is your large friend?

# Red sails in the sunset

# Way out on the sea... #

Thank you very much, lads.

I'm going to have to rest
this old throat, you know!

# I'm sending a letter
to Santa Claus

# A letter I hope he'll receive

# He'll get a lot of letters
for playthings

# From other girls and boys

# But I want my soldier daddy

# He's better than all the toys

# And so I'm sending
my letter to Santa Claus

# To bring Daddy
safely home to me. #

There you are.

What happened to you?

I lost my appetite.

What are you doing?

We're not leaving here
till the day after tomorrow.

I'm going back to America.

America. What for?

They've asked me to direct a
picture. Laurel and Hardy.

But there's a war on!

Oh, OK. Is that why there are
soldiers everywhere? Of course!

And everywhere there's a soldier
there's another song

and another picture
and another ruined dinner!

Well, I'm telling you, there is no
war in Hollywood.

You can't go Monty. Why not?

Because you keep me going.

I can't do this
without you, you make me laugh.

It's more than that.
You and me, we're...you know.

What? You and me what?

Go on, say it.

Please say it. Because it is killing
me to be here, in love with you!

Miss Fields!

All right, lads!

They've shut the bar, Miss Fields!

Ten to twelve on Christmas Eve and
they've shut the bar.

Then go to bed!

We wanted to see Christmas Day
in with a song.

If they've shut the bar, then you
can all come back to my room!

Come on!

All right then,
what are we going to have?

# And so I'm sending my
letter to Santa Claus

# To bring Daddy safely home to me.
#

MUFFLED CHEERING

KNOCK ON DOOR

Merry Christmas.

Did they bring your case down yet?

The convoy leaves at nine if
you want to get out of here.

You're right, you know.
You're better off in Hollywood.

This isn't your war.

Anyway, it'll all be over soon and
I'll be straight on that boat
to Capri.

The first time I went to Capri,

as a young man, there
was a boy out swimming.

The boy started struggling.
He got pulled down by the current.

So his father dived in to save him.

But it was no good.
They both got pulled down together.

Imagine that, Grace.

To try to save someone only to get
dragged down with them.

That's tragic.

It could have been.

But the boy, he suddenly reappeared.

The sea spat him up and he swam
safely to shore.

And the father?

The father, he vanished.

Then he appeared, fifty yards down
the beach.

And he walks up to his son and

gives him the biggest bloody
hiding you ever seen.

Don't let me drown, Monty.

Please don't let me drown.

Convoy to Calais leaving now!

Last chance for Calais, Mr Banks.

Gracie, Miss Fields. Hello, lads.

I've got a Brownie Miss Fields,
could we have a picture?

Of course, come on.

They'd never believe us back home.

You're keeping us going, Miss
Fields.

EXPLOSION

You shouldn't be here, Miss Fields.
Why's that, then?

Because you're a blinking film star.

Film stars don't deserve to be in
the cold and mud having bombs
dropped on 'em.

I can think of plenty who do.

LOUDER EXPLOSION

Come on lads, let's show 'em.

# Me brother's joined the army and
he's gone across to France

# With the biggest
aspidistra in the world

# The Colonel says that's topping

# Let's start the big advance

# With the biggest aspidistra
in the world

# Then Goebbels saw it from afar

# And said to his old Frau

# Young Joe has got his blood up

# So the war's all over now

# Cos they're
going to string old Hitler

# From the very highest bough

# Of the biggest aspidistra
in the world! #

This one's from Mama.

Her eyesight's getting even worse.

I should send them to live
in California, shouldn't I?

That house of mine
is sitting there empty.

Yes. With its swimming pool,
and its sunny veranda.

Eh, listen to this. She says,

"Grace, these eyes of mine are going
fast, I want to see you wed."

Oh. Really.

Halt. Stop the vehicle.

For God's sake, what now?

Good afternoon, Miss Fields.

I'm sorry to bother you.

I'm afraid there's been a change of
plan. You're going to have
to turn back.

What for?
It's too late for a bloody encore.

Mr Basil Dean is recalling all ENSA
artists back to Britain.

He's what? He's what?

Too dangerous!

What does Basil Dean know, sitting
in his blinking office back home.

Goebbels is after you, for heaven's
sake. It's there in black and white.

In German. I don't understand
German, neither do you.

I understand what
the officer told you.

Gracie Fields has earned for England
enough to buy 100 new Spitfires.

She is a war industry and
she'll be treated accordingly.

Do I look like a war
industry to you? Yes.

What about the concerts they're
cancelling? What about our lads?

We can't let them down.

Whatever happened to "The Show
Must Go On"? They'll have to wait.

Well, we can always tour
the factories at home, can't we?

No, we shall be otherwise engaged.
What are you mumbling about?

Will you, Grace Stansfield, marry
me, Mario Bianchi?

Ee, you daft pie-can!
What took you so long?

You sure you're doing the right
thing?

Monty showed me. Hold the cork still
and twist the bottle!

CORK POPS

You know what I'm talking about.
All a bit sudden, wasn't it?

Eee, you're a misery Harry.

Another career move, is it?
Hollywood director.

I wouldn't give a damn if
he was a funeral director.

There's security in that.

Hey, that's enough.

There's a war on. Cheers.

Cheers. Eh, I hear you've joined up.

Irish Guards.
Why not the Welsh ones?

Irish Guards have
got a better piano.

Mrs Stansfield,

you know she's doing
Drury Lane again.

With Maurice Chevalier.

You like him, don't
you, Mrs Stansfield?

I wish he'd sing in English.

No offence, Monty.

No offence taken.

Soon you will be able to call me
son.

Well. At least I'll see you wed
before you ship me off to America.

You know it's for
your own benefit.

The doctor said the climate
will do your eyes no end of good.

First thing I'm going to do
is get myself a new Stetson.

You are not! I bloody am.

Did you know, Monty, that's how
we started courting, Jenny and I.

She saw me walking through Rochdale
wearing a cowboy hat I bought

when I was on the cargo ships
to California, and she
thought I must be a film star.

Santa Monica, Jenny, is
the playground of the stars.

Sunshine. That big house with
its lovely swimming pool...

I'm not going in no swimming pool.

You used to swim
in the canal, woman!

Stick a couple of dead cats and
an old bike in that pool
and she'll be in it like a shot.

You've had enough.

I'd had enough
about forty years ago.

They all end up
like their mothers, Monty.

Hard luck, mate.

We don't do that in Rochdale.

Come on, Fred, we're going.

Is this what
you're looking for, Dad?

Oh, There it is.
Don't tell your mother.

Am I doing the right thing, Dad?

You love him, don't you?

Of course.

He's a right gent and that, Grace.

You know he asked my
permission and everything?

I said, "You're mistaking me for
the man in charge here, Monty,

"you better ask Jenny."

Eh, you're not marrying him just
because your ma told you to?

Of course not. I learned my lesson.

Do you remember that game
you all used to play when you
were a nipper back in Rochdale?

You used to grab the back of the
tram and run hell for leather.

It's a wonder we weren't all killed!

Run and run and run, faster and
faster, and wait till the last
possible moment before you let go.

You know, it seems to me that you
never stopped running ever since.

Fred. You and me,
we're going now.

I've just opened another
bottle of champagne, love.

Now, I said. Leave them to it.

I'll see you tomorrow, love.

Come on, love, let's go.

Come on.

Mrs Bianchi!

Just five minutes for the egg,
please!

Who are you? I'm Mrs Bianchi.

I like it. Mrs Bianchi.

Grace Bianchi.
But where is old Mrs Bianchi?

Oh, her.

Hold on. I miss her.

That's better.

Prima Colazione. Ah!

Where is my newspaper,
Old Mrs Bianchi?

SHE MUMBLES AND WHINES

La la la la la la la!

That's what I call service.

Good God. Did you see this?

This is the hotel we stayed in at
Arras. Bombed. Seven people dead.

What are the Germans doing,
bombing hotels? Innocent people.

Obviously they thought
you were still there.

Maybe someone really
is looking after you.

For the moment, you are safe here.

They can't stop us, Monty.

Goebbels, Hitler,

none of them.

TELEPHONE RINGS

Hello?

It is.

Well, thank you very much.

Oh, I see.

Right.

Right.

Well, thank you for warning us.

I will, yes.

Goodbye.

What's wrong? Who was that?

That was Lord Castlerosse
on the phone, Monty.

Ah...

He's had a tip-off.

Italy look set to enter the war.

Any day now.

Mussolini with Hitler.

Well...

I will be the enemy then.

Don't worry.

I'm Italian. I surrender.

This is no time for jokes, Monty.

If you stay in England,
you'll be interned.

What did I do?

You're Italian.

That's a crime now?

It will be, yes.

You'll have to leave.

I'm not leaving you.

If I leave you to look after
yourself you'll work yourself to
death.

What use would you be
stuck in prison, eh?

We could both go.
Come with me to America.

I can't.

How would it look if
I abandoned my country now?

Why didn't you become an American
citizen all those years ago?

I didn't get round to it!

None of us did!

What a mess.

I think there's
someone I can talk to.

Someone who can sort this out.

Who? Who can you talk to?

So how is the new boss?

He's very kind,
to see my wife at such short notice.

Well... she is a Commander
Of The British Empire,

which obviously counts for something
in matters like this.

GRACIE WHISTLES

Eh up...

we're going to Canada. Canada?

I'll do a nationwide tour,
and you'll be safe.

So we'll stay together? You on
stage, me playing poker in the
wings.

Churchill's sending me there
to raise money for the war effort,
not lose it on cards!

I never lose. When the Doctor gave
you a 50/50 chance to live,
I went to Ladbrokes...

they give me 2/1.
You made me very rich.

You're a fool. You're wonderful.

NEWSREADER: Gracie Fields crosses
the Atlantic to Canada.

A brave undertaking in these dark
and troubled times.

Oh, the welcoming
committee's arrived.

Welcome to Canada, Miss Fields.

I'm honoured to be here.

You are...Mario Bianchi? I am.

I must ask you
to accompany me please, sir.

Accompany you? OK. Where's the
piano?

I'm arresting you, Mr Bianchi,
on behalf of... Hold on.

This is my husband! Arrest him?

Why, what's he done?

Mussolini has formally
declared war on Britain.

And Mr Bianchi
is therefore an enemy alien.

Not here in Canada he's not!

We are an allied nation
at war, Miss Fields.

Italian nationals
are to be interned.

So I'm afraid you will have
to come with me, Mr Bianchi.

I'm coming too. No, Gracie. That
won't be necessary, Miss Fields.

Oh yes, it will!
I've come here to do concerts
at the behest of Winston Churchill,

Prime Minister of England,
and he made no mention
of performing in prison.

Miss Fields. If you arrest
my husband, you arrest me.

Or you go and get your superior
to sort this out.

I'm very sorry about
all of this, Miss Fields.

There was never any question
of Mr Bianchi being arrested.

A misunderstanding.

Thank you. So can we get on now?

As per instructions,
we are to guarantee your husband
safe passage to California.

But he's to accompany me on my tour!

Once he has his American passport
you will be free
to travel together once more.

That is unacceptable!
My wife has been very sick,
she can't do it alone. That's right.

So the tour is cancelled!
My wife is coming with me!
No. Hold on Monty. I'm...

You should consider yourself
fortunate, Mr Bianchi,

that special arrangements
have been made for you.

I'll let you say your farewells.

He's assuming you're staying.

I can't cancel
all these shows, can I?

You have to!
You are coming with me to America...

where everyone is welcome!

I can't pull out of the tour.
They need that money back at home.

It's why I'm here!

I thought we came to Canada
so we could be together.

We did but... But all you can
think of is them, them, them!

You're not married to them,
you're married to me!

Come with me.

Mrs Bianchi.

I can't let my country down.

I can't forget
all the love they've shown me.

That isn't love!

If that isn't love,
then I don't know what is!

No. Maybe you don't.

Goodbye, Gracie.

Thanks, Guy.

# Now is the hour

# For me to say goodbye

# Soon

# I'll be sailing

# Far across the sea

# While I'm away

# Oh, please remember me

# When I return

# I'll find you waiting here. #

Stupid bloody man!

Harry! Where did you come from?

That musical director,
bloody rude, he is!

He ridiculed my accent
the whole time!

Our musical director?
Harry, he's Welsh.

He's as Welsh as you are.

What part of Wales is he from?

Welsh Wales, just like you!

Well, there are some parts of Wales
that you might consider to be Welsh

that I, as a Welshman, wouldn't.

Not necessarily.

Come here, you daft ha'porth.

Oh, I'm sorry, Grace.

I'm a little bit uptight, you know.
It's the piles again, see.

Never mind your piles, whatever
happened to the Irish Guards?

Well I've been transferred,
ain't I, thanks to you.

Word got through
that your new accompanist
wasn't up to much, so here I am.

And that piano they had
in the Guards was probably
the best I've ever played

so I hope you're happy
with yourself.

No Monty?

No.

No Monty.

I'll be doing 34 concerts
here in Canada,

and if they go well,
I'll be straight back for some more.

All the proceeds will go to
the Navy League? Every single penny.

I'll be stony broke by the end,
I can tell you.

I can tell you we are most pleased
to have you here.

And by gum,
I'm pleased to be here, love.

Do you think Canadians
will have a problem
understanding your Cockney accent?

Hee hee! Left the bloody hotel
without me, didn't you!

We couldn't wake you. If I could...
Harry, my accompanist. Harry.

Miss Fields says you have been her
accompanist ten years. That's a lie.

I've been working for her
for nine years and eleven months.

LAUGHTER
What are you laughing about?
It's true!

Your husband won't be joining you?

No, I'll be meeting him in
California when I'm finished here.

What do you think of Vera Lynn?

She's a bonny lass.

They've started calling her The
Forces' Sweetheart back in England.

Well, yes. She's a lovely
young thing. One last question.

Mr Churchill recently announced
the Battle of Britain has just
begun in the skies over England.

Do you have a message for everyone
so many miles away back at home?

Yes, tell them I'm working
as hard as I can to raise the money
that will help keep them safe

and I'll be back
as soon as humanly possible.

Miss Fields, some of
the English papers have suggested...

Bye! ..patriotic for you to be here
doing concerts when people
are dying back in England. Bye!

Miss Fields...

Will that be all for today, ma'am?
Yes, thank you, Guy.

He reminds me of that fellow
that used to work for you.

Years ago. Big fellow.

I don't remember.

Well, no, because you couldn't move
for young men in those days.

Aye, and all of them
after one thing.

Really? Yes.

"Miss Fields.
I've got a song for you..."

"Miss Fields, please, sing my song!"

I had to hire that big fella
to guard the stage door...

Like an ape, he was.

Like a gorilla. Massive.

He only let you in because
he thought you were a messenger boy.

No, no, no. Because,
even he could see my genius.

17 years old, scrawny
and with your thick spectacles.

And a song
that you bought on the spot.

Ay, that's true.
I sang it that very night.

# I hate you for the agony and pain
that I've been through

# For the sorrow and the rain

# That's just what I mean when I say

# I hate you

# I despise every little thing
that you do

# You'll find out
what I say is only too true

# Nobody knows how much I...

# Hate you. #

How could you write that?
When you were only 17?

Well, I told you. Genius.

But how did you know about life?

From listening to songs, I suppose.

Same as me then.

Just listening to songs
and singing them back.

Over and over.

You never had your heart broken?

No. Of course not.

I was only 17, wasn't I?

We've sung about the lot of it,
haven't we, Harry?

Things that have never happened.

Places we've never even been.

I must have sung "I love you"
100,000 times, or more.

It's what people want to hear.

Yes, it is. You're right.

It's what people want to hear.

So it's what we do.

Singing and making noises.

Have you ever been in love, Harry?

I think it's, um,
I think it's time you went to bed.

Yes. I suppose it is.

They're not so clever in Esher,
Surrey are they, Guy? No ma'am?

"How sad and disappointed
I am that you, Gracie Fields,

"should run off with your
wog husband in our hour of need.

"He is a well-known fascist
and I believe he was once
a member of Al Capone's gang."

He's not a wog, you silly fool.

He's a wop.

Some people.

They seem to know that in Cheam, and
Bognor and Stroud and Penzance...

Why don't they know it in Esher?

They're going to throw
rotten eggs at me in Reading,

and in Hitchin they're
going to hang me from the highest...

Is that how you spell bough?

No.

And no Y in Diego either.

Three days now.

Three days since
I've had a satisfactory movement.

Good morning, Harry.

I got half way through the stock
and shares before I finally gave up.

Oh, no, I wouldn't look
at that if I were you.

What you talking about?
Give it here!

Stuff and nonsense. All of it.

What the heck...

There. I told you not to read it.

"Miss Gracie Fields has fled England
with her Italian husband

"and an estimated £100,000 in cash
and a further fortune in jewellery?"

How ridiculous can you get?
How can they print such rubbish?

There's a war on, for heaven's sake!

What you looking at me
like that for?

Well? Did you?

Of course I bloody didn't!
It's a damned lie!

Is it? Of course it is!
Well, I thought it was.

It's a load of rubbish,
and you know it!

Why have you run away from England?

I've not. I'm here to perform.
Is that your husband?

No, he's not! Has he gone back
to Italy? Where's your jewellery?

I'm wearing it, it's all here!
On this finger! That's all I've got.

How much have you
really smuggled out?

I haven't smuggled anything out!

Questions were asked in Parliament.
They say you smuggled £10,000!

Why isn't your husband imprisoned?

He's done nothing wrong!
And neither have I.

If I've done anything wrong
I'll put it right when I'm finished.

But I'm here on a tour,
and I'm getting on with it.

People need a smile
putting back on their faces.

I don't know if any of your lot
have noticed but there's a war on.

Miss Fields? One more question...
Miss Fields?

I'll speak to them.
I've nothing to hide.

Did you know your husband
was a fascist?

He's no more of a fascist than me!
Are you a fascist?

No! I mean more of a fascist
than me or the King of...

The King Of England? Old King Cole,
I don't know! Al Capone.

No, I said "Old King Cole".

He was a member of Al Capone's gang,
were you aware of that?

Al Capone!
My husband was a Keystone Kop!

SHOUTS CONTINUE

I don't suppose you've ever
been booed off before, have you?

No I haven't,
and I don't intend to start now.

Think of the number of times
you've stopped the applause with
that "errand boy" whistle of yours.

Every blinking time.

We've all told you.
Archie, Bert, everyone.

Let the applause ride.

Because one day,

you know...

the applause might dry up
of its own accord.

Thanks, Harry.
I knew I could rely on you.

Ladies and Gentlemen,
next up on tonight's bill,

all the way from England...

Britain, damn you.

Gracie Fields!

APPLAUSE

Hello, everybody!

Ee, what's the matter?
Has someone died?

Not yet!

I was going to sing
He's Dead But He Won't Lie Down,

but I'd hate to cause offence.

Can you sing Far Far Away?

I'm sorry, love.
I'm a bit deaf. What was that?

There'll always be an England!

There will always be an England.

Let's hope so, love.
That's why I'm here.

Sing it! Sing
There'll Always Be An England!

# There'll always be an England

# While there's a country lane

# Wherever there's
a cottage small... #

Get off! # Beside a field of grain

# There'll always be an England

# While there's a busy street

# Wherever there's a turning wheel

# A million marching feet

# Red, white and blue

# What does it mean to you? #
Fascist!

# Surely you're proud
Shout it aloud

# Britons, awake!

# The empire too

# We can depend on you

# Freedom remains, these are
the chains, nothing can break

# There'll always be an England

# And England shall be free

# If England means as much to you

# As England means to... #
Traitor! Traitor! Traitor! Traitor!

# Me. #
Traitor! Traitor! Traitor! Traitor!

Thank you. God bless.

CHANTING CONTINUES

OK! So you put this in your
newspaper, are you listening?

I am not a British Citizen,
and it is my own money.

My wife and I
followed the usual procedure,

by making regular application for
permission to take our money with
us.

"It is just because I am Italian
that they are trying to make things
disagreeable for Miss Fields.

"I wish they would cease.

"She has been giving generously
of her time and talents.

"If they bother us any more
I am going to telephone to her

"to come home and live
like a normal person."

PHONE RINGS

Hello? Why the hell
have you stuck your oar in?

Gracie? You've made
it a hundred times worse!

Gracie. Calm down.
'All you've done is stir it up!'

They would've let it go!

Believe it or not
I won't stand by and see
you humiliated by these idiots.

It's my business! Don't interfere!

I am your husband! I cannot ignore
my wife being called a traitor!

That is what they are calling you!

Only because I married you!

If that's how you feel maybe you
should have thought twice about
marrying a wop in the first place!

Why did you marry me?
My mother told me to!

Maybe you should do what I tell you!
Maybe I don't want anyone
telling me what to do!

No! You're right. Maybe you don't.
You don't need me! You don't need
anyone! You're on your own!

And now, ladies and gentlemen,

I have with me Miss Gracie Fields,
all the way from England.

Gracie, welcome to Iowa.

Gracious, is that where we are?

It most certainly is.

You've been on tour for quite
some time, how has it been?

It's been fantastic, Joe,
the people have been wonderful,
and the audiences are terrific.

I'm very pleased to hear that...

You're probably better off
here in Iowa,

because I believe the newspapers in
Britain are calling you a traitor.

Actions speak louder than words
I was always taught, Joe,
which is why I'm here.

To raise awareness in the good old
U S of A, because we need your help.
We're counting on it.

What reception do you expect
when you return?

Well, I'm not going home yet, I've
got plenty more work to do here.

We've got concerts all over
the place, here there and
everywhere.

You must be a little scared
to go back to Britain?

I don't think so.

I miss all those
wonderful people back at home,

I miss their love and devotion,
and I'll get back to them
as soon as I can.

Scared, why would I be scared?

I was thinking of the bombing of
your country, Miss Fields. I'd be
scared. I'd be happier to be here.

You're going to sing for us,
am I right?

That's right, Joe. I'm going to sing
Looking On The Bright Side.

Ladies and Gentleman,
Miss Gracie Fields with
Looking On The Bright Side.

And we're off the air.

Gracie, thank you very much.

May I say,
that is quite an accent you have.

Thank you. And may I say, so do you.

I was expecting something a little
more mid-Atlantic. Mid-Atlantic.

In the middle of the ocean.

Drowning.

# I'm looking on the bright side

# Though I'm walking in the shade

# Sticking out my chest

# Hoping for the best

# Looking on the bright side of life

# I'm waiting for the right tide

# And if luck comes to my aid

# Giving me a break

# I shall be awake

# Looking on
the bright side of life

# Today I'm in the shadow

# Tomorrow maybe... #
Stop a minute will you, Guy?

# The clouds will lift
And let the sun shift over to me. #

Are you Gracie Fields?
Yes, love. I am.

# I'm looking on the bright side
Though today's all care and strife

#I can wear a grin
Sticking out my chin

# Looking on
the bright side of life. #

PHONE RINGS

Sir, telephone call for you.

I don't want to speak to anyone.
No-one at all.

He's not?

Thank you, bye-bye.

Ma'am.

Oh, I think I...

Goodnight.

Is that tea or coffee?

I don't know.

I think it's today's tea
that smells of yesterday's coffee.

Or maybe vice versa.

I can't live like this much longer.

No. Neither can I.

A proper cup of coffee.

My own bed.

Or maybe even someone else's.

Is there something
you're trying to tell me, Harry?

You're not courting at last,
are you?

No. I'm not.

I'm still only
writing songs about it.

The thought of that made me
unhappy this morning.

I just...don't want
to let life pass me by.

What was that film called
that you did?

Which one?

I don't know.
That's what I'm asking you.

What happened in it?

I can't remember.

I think you saved the day.

I always saved the day.

Maybe there was a dog in it.

Keep Smiling.

What happened in that one?

I milked a cow. I got chased
by dogs. I nearly drowned.

I did a tour with tramps.

Then I saved the day.

No, no, no, no. It wasn't that one.

HE STOPS PLAYING

You did the Apache Dance.

Queen Of Hearts.

Queen Of Hearts.

RESUMES PLAYING

# Da da da da da, da da da da
Da da da da, da da da da, da da... #

That's the first film
Monty directed me in.

Silly beggar, he put a pile
of newspapers under my seat
on the first morning.

Then he set fire to them.
I should have known.

Yes. Queen Of Hearts.

I liked that one.

You got the fella at the end
for once, didn't you?

You'll have me,

I'll always cling to you,

You'll have me,

I'll always sing to you.

Life gave us our awful blow.

But my, dear we'll live
to show the world what love can do.

Gracie!

Monty.

She's going to be in my new picture.

It's called Honeymoon
Merry-Go-Round.

It's about a pair of newlyweds

who try to have a nice,
romantic honeymoon but end up
having a big fight instead.

Oh, dear.

Don't worry. It's a comedy.

It doesn't sound so funny.

Oh, it's funny.

I wrote it myself.

What happens in the end?

I don't know yet.

Did you get my card?

I sent you a card.

Our Gracie.

I should have known
you would never be my Gracie.

I am your Gracie,

really, I am.

Think how many of these you have
given away over the years.
Thousands.

That's the last one.

I'm going to pack it all in.

Why?

For you.

Impossible.

I can do it now, I know I can.

I could never have
thrown it all in before,

I was too frightened.

Running for my life,

couldn't stop.

But I'm not frightened any more.

Gracie...

Because I've got you.

I don't have to be
Gracie Fields with you.

I can just be me.

Gracie. You said it yourself, this
is what we do, this is who we are.

You stop performing
and you would die.

There you go, Monty.

Your Gracie.

I love you, Monty.

I want to be Mrs Bianchi.

Please. Just once.

It's Bianchi.

Bianchi.

Hello.

Well, I can't tell you
how wonderful it is to be back,

now I've finished
my little war job.

It started so long ago
in France, then Canada,

then I toured America
for British War relief.

Then it was Honolulu and
the Fiji Islands through
to Australia and New Zealand.

Through Borneo and New Guinea,
before we joined the Americans

and we did all through the
Philippines right up to Okinawa.

I say I want to retire but
nobody takes any notice of me.

But I suppose as long as my...

# ha ha ha #

keeps working,
I'll keep following it.

Cheerio, everybody,
and God bless all of you.

Now the war is over
how does it feel to be
back here at the London Palladium?

Grand, lad. It feels grand.

But you live
on the Isle of Capri now.

That's right. With my husband.

Husband, writer, faithful retainer.

10 minutes.

OK.

I'll leave you to it now.

Thank you, Miss Fields. Thank you.

Miss Fields. Yes, love.

Do you, by any chance,
remember getting stuck in the mud

in Northern France in November 1939,

and a bunch of British soldiers
helped push you out?

Yes, I do. And a little lad
asked me to sing Sally for him.

That's right.

I wonder what happened to him.

Oh, don't you worry.

He's fine.

Thank you. Thank you.

Will it be all right?

You will be wonderful.

You'll no doubt
be pleased to know...

the train has successfully
left the station.

Oh, that's a weight off my mind.

Harry, what are you talking about?

He means he has just succeeded
in moving his bowels.

Ladies and Gentlemen...

Miss Gracie Fields.

Come on Harry, lad. Do your stuff.

APPLAUSE

# Take me to your heart again

# Let's make a start again

# Forgiving and forgetting

# Take me to your heart again

# And leave behind from then

# Our life of long regretting

# Dearest, let's turn back the years

# Let smiles come after tears

# Like sunshine after rain

# I'm yearning for you

# By night and by day

# Praying I'll soon hear you saying

# "I love you"

# Then, we'll never part again

# If you will take me

# To your heart again. #

APPLAUSE

# Sing as we go
And let the world go by

# Singing a song
We march along the highway

# Say goodbye to sorrow

# There's always tomorrow
to think of today

# Sing as we go
Although the skies are grey

# Beggar or king
You've got to sing a gay tune

# A song and a smile
make it right worthwhile

# So sing, a-a-a-a-a-a
As we go along. #

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

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