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(jaunty Dixieland music)

♪ You're driving me crazy ♪

♪ You're heaven and hell ♪

♪ Awake or asleepin' ♪

♪ You're tolling my bell ♪ (couple chatting)

- Don't be silly! Eh, sailor?

♪ You're just like a child ♪

♪ Wanting a toy just for the day ♪

♪ And I had a magic box ♪

♪ Then threw the key away ♪

♪ You're holding the dice now ♪

♪ But something you'll learn ♪

♪ Nobody stays lucky ♪ Wow, here.

♪ The table's will turn ♪ Let's get out of here.

(kisses smack)

♪ Like Russian roulette ♪

♪ You're gonna pass or gonna get ♪

♪ You're driving me crazy ♪ Ah, shit!

♪ And I won't forget ♪

(engine revs)

♪ One thing is so true ♪

♪ The tables have turned ♪

♪ The joker is you ♪

♪ I'll drive you crazy ♪

(gravel crunches) ♪ There's plenty like you ♪

(siren wailing) (brakes screeching)

(glass shattering)

- [Judge] Thomas Carver,

I find you guilty of dangerous driving

whilst under the influence of alcohol.

You will have your license suspended for three years.

(somber jazz music)

- Losing your license is one thing.

Suggesting an au pair girl that can drive is another.

- Mm.

- An au pair girl? With your track record?

Don't be bloody ridiculous.

I don't even trust myself with you.

(Tom laughs) Do you think

I'm gonna trust you with some Swedish 16-year-old?

(kiss smacks)

No way.

- (chuckles) But we could get an ugly one that can drive.

That's the only answer to my problem.

- Our relationship couldn't stand another girl

living in the house with us,

ugly or not.

Look what happened last time.

- All right.

I'll give you my word.

Now, for the next 12 months,

for as long as we have an au pair girl in the house,

I won't look at another bird.

- Okay.

But only if she is really ugly.

- Wha... - And I choose her.

Then you've got yourself a deal.

(playful electric guitar music)

(knocking on door)

- [Tom] Oh, here we go again.

- My name is Bente Little,

and I drive the car very well.

- I-I-1-I'm sure you do.

W-won't you come in?

- You don't mind girls?

- Uh, Tom, he's the photographer.

Uh, Tom?

(phone dial clicking)

Tom?

- Hello.

- Uh, Tom.

I think we better do the driving test first.

We've wasted an awful lot of time this morning.

Do you mind?

I can show you the house when you get back.

- Okay. - Okay?

- Come.

- Oh. (giggles nervously)

- [Jacqui] Have fun!

(upbeat rock & roll music)

(engine revs)

(gravel crunching)

(horn honks)

(tires screeching)

(inaudible dialogue) (music continues)

(engine revs)

(sultry funk music) - Will you photograph me?

- Uh, if the opportunity arises.

- Then we will make it rise. - Oh!

- We go. Now. - What? Er.

No, we've gotta get back.

- Come.

Only in the house

I will wear the glasses and the ugly clothes.

Then when we are alone,

you will photograph me

for the covers of magazines,

and I will become a famous film star, ja?

Don't you like me, Tom?

- No.

I mean, yes.

But, I, well, you see,

I've given my word. My promise.

- You will photograph me.

I have everything, you see?

- No, really. My word.

Oh, what the hell?

- Ah, Tom.

It will be our secret.

- It would never work.

- But we will try.

Let's try.

Mm! Tom.

You see? The occasion is rising.

(motor humming) (horn honking)

(gravel crunching) - I'm in here.

(Tom panting and groaning) (sardonic trumpet music)

How was she?

- Oh, fine.

- But she could drive?

- Yeah, like a man.

- She didn't look like a man.

- Oh, no. (whimpers)

- What did you tell her?

- Oh, I said I'd talk to you first.

She's calling back later.

If you don't want her, I don't care.

- No, I liked her. - Uh?

- Only there's someone else here

who might be better. - Oh.

- Exactly what you need, in fact.

- Oh, where?

- In the lounge. - Ooh.

(gentle guitar music)

- Tom, this is Aron.

- Howdy, Tom.

- Er. Uh.

Jacqui, can I have a word with you?

- Oh, excuse me. - Surely.

- Jacqui, that's a boy.

A man. An American!

- That's right.

- Well, au pairs can't be boys.

- Well, this one is.

And he's a sweet boy.

He's been doing Europe,

and now he wants a job.

- As an au pair girl. (laughs)

- He doesn't care about the money.

He'd love to drive you around.

He wants to see England.

I think he'd be perfect.

- That's it. Bente's got the job.

She's got the job.

When she calls,

I shall tell her, she's got the job.

- You'd never be happy with a woman driving you.

- She drives like a man.

Better than a man.

- You'd never be happy with Bente.

I can tell.

A man, especially Aron, would be perfect.

- Especially Aron?

What's so special about him?

Perfect, but... Perfect for what?

I'm not having another man in my house.

- So that's it?

You don't want another man around?

- No.

- You think I might start bed-hopping, do you?

Oh, and this way

you won't have to resist the temptation, will you?

- Oh!

You mean with him here,

I won't be kept to my prom--

- I just mean that you won't be tempted.

At least not in the house.

- Tempted?

- Do you think I can't recognize

a beautiful girl when I see one?

Even if she doesn't know how to dress?

- Well... - As for being released

from your promise, no.

But as Aron's here now,

I might just decide to follow your example.

I'll promise, as well. How's that?

- Oh, but Jacqui! (sighs)

(birds chirping)

(Tom clears throat)

- Morning, Aron.

(bright jazz music) (water burbling)

(telephone rings)

- (sighs) Hello?

Oh, hello, Monica.

Darling, I was just about to step into a bath.

(Aron whistling)

(water splashing)

I'll have a word with Tom and ring you back.

Okay? Bye.

- Oh, hope I'm not in your way, ma'am.

- Uh, I didn't hear you come in.

I thought you were still outside.

- Yeah, I've been tinkering around with the automobile.

It was wasting some gas.

- I was about to take a bath.

- Oh, I wondered why it was full up with water.

(chuckles) Dang near hopped into it myself.

'‘Cept, it looks hot enough to boil

the hide clean off a grizzly bear. (chuckles)

You go right ahead.

I won't be in your way none.

- Oh, I'll wait till you've finished.

- In that case, I'll make it snappy.

Like me to give your back a good scrubbing?

- Um, no thanks.

- I don't mind none.

Back home, I used to scrub seven backs

every Friday night for the last five years.

Ever since my paw died.

- Have you lots of brothers and sisters?

- Not for my part of the country.

There's Jenny, she's the oldest,

and there's Sophie, Annabel, Lucy, and Alice.

Oh, not forgetting Abel. He's my only brother.

(jazz music continues)

(chuckles) Guess all the back scrubbin' is

down to him now.

Well, I'll get off outta your way now.

- Aron, is the car working now?

- Oh, purring pretty as a well-stroked pussy cat.

- I have to be in town in an hour,

and I wondered if you'd mind running me in.

- Mind?

Why, that's why I'm here for.

You just gimme a whistle, you hear?

- I'll give you a whistle. Thank you.

- My pleasure, ma'am.

(soft guitar music) (Aron whistling)

- Aron?

Aron?

Aron, would you mind just doing my zip up?

(Tom scatting)

(zipper thwipping)

- [Tom] Hello, hello, hello.

- Oh, my zip.

- Oh. I see.

- Darling. I'm late.

Aron's running me into town.

- What about my lunch? I'm starving.

- Oh, fix yourself a sandwich.

We'll eat properly tonight.

Come on, Aron, I'm going to be late.

- Yeah.

- Oh, excuse me, sir,

rushing outta your presence like this,

but I don't wanna keep your lady waiting.

- (American accent) Comes a time in the life of every man

when he's just gotta stop running.

Patoing.

Yessir.

He's just gotta stop running. (sardonic tuba music)

(soft guitar music) (Aron whistling)

Hi, hi, chicken pie. (giggles)

Mm. (moans)

Yeah, what's on your little...

- Shh.

When I've finished with you, young man,

you'll never look at another woman again.

- Eh? (giggles)

- We're going to have an evening

of the most unbridled lust.

- Ooh.

- And I've got a surprise for you.

I've been shopping. - A surprise?

Oh, stockings!

Oh, too much.

(birds chirping)

(romantic piano music)

(kisses smacking)

(water splashing) (motor humming)

(birds chirping)

- Hello. - Morning, ma'am.

- Do you clean anyone's car?

- Nope, just this one.

Besides, yours doesn't look like it's in need of it.

- Oh, I could soon get it dirty.

- In that case, I'd be happy to oblige.

Providin' my employers don't mind me using up their water.

They're both in the house now,

if you're aiming to visit.

- [Monica] You're their new au pair.

- Not so sure about the title, ma'am,

but I guess that's what the job gets to be called.

- How lucky they are to have you.

What's your name? - Aron. What's yours?

- Monica. - How do you do, Monica?

- How, oh, you're awfully wet, darling.

You're from the States, aren't you?

- Sure am. (chuckles)

- You a cowboy or something?

- No, I ain't no cowboy.

- But I bet you ride beautifully.

- Truth to tell, Monica,

horses and me, we don't go much on each other.

I didn't even see one until I was nigh on 14.

That was when Paw sent me down

to Twin Falls to pick up the Thanksgiving supper.

That was quite some horse.

Least ways, bit I had was.

Mind if I have my hand back now

so's I can finish washing down?

Tom's gonna come outta that door

in a steaming hurry, pretty soon.

And I want to get it all shined up first.

- You carry on.

I'll just watch.

- [Aron] That's your pleasure, Monica.

(Tom whistling)

- Hello, darling.

I was just passing,

but I just had to stop

when I saw Aron doing such a fine job.

- Yes, I bet.

- Perhaps I can borrow him sometime.

- (clears throat) As long as you bring him back

in good working order.

- I won't eat him, my love.

At least, not with my teeth.

- Yes, erm, Jacqui's inside.

- Are you coming to my party?

- Well, what party's that?

- My once-a-year special.

Aubrey's off to New York for his annual convention.

I'm expecting an interesting collection this year.

Can I count on your continued interest?

- Well, uh, to tell you the truth, Monica,

it's a bit (indistinct) this year.

I'm, uh, (clears throat) on the wagon, so to speak.

- Oh, that's it! - Yeah.

- That's why you haven't been round.

Jacqui's holding that beautiful boy over your head.

- Eh, no.

- [Monica] Come on, admit it.

- Well, something like that.

- Oh, well.

I just have to find a substitute, then.

Bye, boys.

See you both very soon, I hope.

(engine revs)

(gravel crunches)

- Hey, it didn't look too much

like she wanted me for a car washing.

- (American accent) Well, always believe what

the folks tell you. (laughs)

- You know, they told me it was gonna be warm here,

and I'm freezing to death every day.

- Oh, my black leather jacket's in the back of the car.

You can take that, if you like.

- Man. That's mighty kind of ya.

Thanks. Let's go.

(Tom grunts and sighs)

(engine revs)

- All right, this way now.

Come on. That's it.

Beautiful. And you, darling.

Come on. Stay there.

Hold it. That's it, right.

Come on, towards me.

Chop, chop. Come on.

Hold it there.

Ooh, lovely.

Come on. (gentle guitar music)

Hold up now, let's see you.

Ooh, ah! Beautiful, yes.

Okay, let's take a short breather.

(Tom groans)

- Coffee? - Thank you.

- What's that?

- Something wrong?

- Kinda weak, ain't it?

Back where I come from,

coffee ain't coffee 'lessin

the spoon will stand upright in it.

- Is everything like that back where you come?

- Ma'am?

- Strong and upright, you mean?

- [Model] Stop, you're embarrassing him.

- (giggles) Take a might more'n that to embarrass me.

I'm used to folks speaking their minds.

- All right, let's get back to work.

Virginia, Cindy, I'll take you two first.

- Don't go away, will you?

- You get much free time?

- Nope.

- Keep you busy, do they?

- Yep.

- All day, every day?

- Yep.

- (clicks teeth) Oh, don't you even get Sundays free?

- Nope.

_ "Yep." "Nope."

Don't you ever have anything more to say?

- Nope.

- (sighs) (clicks teeth) Oh.

What is it about you?

I've hardly touched you,

and I'm tingling all over.

- Must be the horsehair stuffing

in these here cushions.

- Oh, make love to me, Aron.

Get some time off and make love to me.

If you don't, I think I'll explode.

Oh, I don't think I've ever wanted anyone so badly.

- Hold it. Hold it.

(camera clicking) That's it.

(shooting crew chatting indistinctly)

(kisses smacking)

(pair moaning)

(Aron groans) (Petra giggles)

- [Aron] How do we get this off, here?

That's what we want off there, darling.

That's what we want. Come here.

- Just... (giggles) - There.

(kisses smacking)

(man muttering)

Oh, yeah? All of it?

More? - Oh, yeah.

(laughs) (moans)

(pair chatting and giggling)

(airplane roaring overhead)

- Okay, Cindy. Disappear.

Right. Let's see here. (dog barking)

(camera clicks)

(Aron moaning) (Petra giggling)

- Aron! Aron!

Come quickly.

(groovy jazz music)

(camera clicking) (Tom directing indistinctly)

- (giggles) Isn't it fantastic?

(Aron moans)

(kisses smacking)

(jazz music continues)

(group breathing heavily)

- Aron?

So that's it.

Make mine country style, eh?

Screw anything that moves?

Yeah.

- Hey, I sure am sorry, Tom,

interfering with your work like that.

- Forget it. Forget it.

- Well, I was only doing what I was asked.

My pappy used to say,

"Always believe what folks tell ya,

and always give 'em what they want."

- (laughs) Your pappy told you that?

- Only worthwhile thing he said in his whole life.

(both laugh)

- Well, it's a great way to go through life,

believing everybody and doing everything they want.

Only trouble is, in London,

there's an awful lot of people

doing an awful lot of wanting.

- I guess we all collects our fair share.

- Yes, well,

some of us collect more than our share.

- Maybe some of us don't have

a pretty little woman like you got there, Tom.

- Maybe.

- For some reason, girls always go for me.

I don't know why.

I don't encourage 'em none.

- (laughs) Yes. So I've noticed.

(Tom grunts)

(Tom laughs)

(telephone ringing)

- Hello? Oh, hello, Monica.

- I'm bored.

I want something to do.

Let's have lunch together.

- [Jacqui] I can't, darling.

I got the au pair...

- You mean Aron?

Great, why don't I join you for lunch?

I'll bring the wine.

See you in half an hour. Bye.

(clock ticking)

- You should have made her get a cab.

- Eh? What?

- You're as daft as Aubrey.

- Eh?

- You can't see through her ploys, either.

(Tom groaning)

"Tom, be a darling and run me home.

Oh dear, I almost forgot.

You don't drive, do you?

Oh, I'll just have to get a cab or something."

"No, Aron here will run you home."

- Why shouldn't he drive her home?

- [Jacqui] Because of what she's like.

She'll eat him alive.

That boy's an innocent.

- (laughs) Yeah, I know.

- [Jacqui] Well you shouldn't have let her drive him!

- Oh, you're just jealous.

- Don't be silly.

- Oh look, he's a big boy now.

He can take care of himself.

Don't you worry.

- Come on, (lilting music)

I can't let you leave without having a drink,

it would be impolite.

- Mighty pretty place you've got here, ma'am.

And you're a mighty pretty woman to decorate it.

- I didn't decorate it.

- No, I mean, set off. (laughs)

- Thank you.

Would you like to see the rest of it?

- Don't know if I've got time now, ma'am.

- (clicks teeth) Tom won't be needing you,

not after all that wine.

You go and get the drinks,

and I'll slip into something a little more comfortable.

(Jacqui sighs) - Mm, eh?

- What's keeping him? (Tom sighs)

He should have been back by now.

I wonder what they're up to.

- Washing the car, perhaps? (laughing)

(Jacqui laughs sardonically and clicks teeth)

- (laughs) Well, doggy.

If that ain't the dingiest little ol' bathtub

I ever did see.

When you said you was going to slip into

something more comfortable,

I could never have thought of that. (laughs)

- Are you any good at scrubbing backs?

- I don't wanna brag none,

but I have plenty of practice.

- I just love having my back scrubbed.

- Well, you just call me up sometime

and I'll be happy to oblige. (laughs)

Maybe I could do it the same time as I wash down the car.

Hey, nothing different about this drink,

is there, ma'am?

- Same as you had inside.

- (exhales sharply) Never doubt the word of a lady.

- Do we have to wait for some other time?

Why not now?

(Aron shouts) (water splashing)

(laughs) That's a right tight little body

you got there, Monica.

- (laughs) Thank you, Aron.

- For a woman your age.

- Aron!

(Aron laughs)

(Aron breathing heavily) (water splashing)

(Monica laughs) - That's the best

I can do, ma'am.

- Is that all you're gonna do?

- That's all's I was asked to do.

- Do you need to be asked?

- When I'm on dangerous ground, yes.

- Wash me all over, Aron.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Where are you planning to start, Aron?

- Well, you know me, ma'am.

I'm just a clean little 'ol mountain boy.

(gravel crunching)

- Monica?

- Oh... - Monica!

(Monica gasps) (suspenseful musical sting)

Monica! (groovy yacht rock)

- I guess we (stammers) gotta go at it, Monica.

- No, quick, hide that way now!

- [Aubrey] Monica!

Monica!

Where is he?

The owner of this jacket,

where is he?

(Tom snoring)

(gravel crunching)

(persistent knocking)

(Tom groans)

- (sighs) Oh. Hello.

- I've brought your coat back.

- Oh, thanks.

(fist thuds) (Tom groans)

- Bastard.

(engine revs)

(Tom grunting)

- Hey, Tom.

What are you doing down there?

- Trying to stand up.

- Here, let me give you a hand.

- No, no, no.

I'm not ready yet.

- Hey, you've been really hitting that moonshine, huh?

- No, I've just had my jacket returned.

- Oh, that guy I just passed,

that was Monica's husband?

- [Tom] It was, indeed.

- Gee, Tom.

Sorry he's laid on you instead of me.

I'll go tell him it was me.

- No, no, don't bother.

I had this one coming.

- Ah, you're back. (Tom groaning)

What're you two being so conspiratorial about?

- Aron has just kindly arranged

to have my jacket returned.

- Have you?

You're wet through!

What have you been up to?

- Oh, been sweatin' some.

- (sighs) Aubrey goes to the States tomorrow,

so it's bound to be Monica's orgy.

- Yeah. (chuckles) Makes sense.

- [Jacqui] Well, in that case, he shouldn't go.

- Oh, not that again.

- He's not like you.

He's not that sort of man.

He shouldn't go.

- It really gets up your nose, doesn't it?

- Yes, it does. - Yeah.

- As a matter of fact.

You know how I feel about licentiousness.

One of you's bad enough.

What's the matter with you?

- Ooh. Those stockings.

(Jacqui sighs)

Here, come to bed.

- You can forget about that.

- Oh, great.

As soon as I give up having a bit on the side,

you give it up all together.

Back to the monastery.

- [Jacqui] (clicks teeth) Oh, thanks.

(Jacqui sniffs and sighs)

- See you later.

(kiss smacks)

- Taking the car?

- Not worth it.

I'll walk over the heath.

- Mm.

- Hey, sorry about last night.

(Jacqui groans)

See you about lunchtime.

- Mm.

♪ Dadadum ♪

(Jacqui sighs)

(Jacqui whistles and hums)

- (sighs) Right, Monica Corsham.

(knuckles rapping on door)

(romantic music)

- Like this now, Jacqui?

- Mm-hmm.

Tom says she prefers it in the bath.

- [Aron] Who?

- Monica.

Actually, I prefer it in bed.

Where do you prefer it, Aron?

- Can't say I've got me a preferred place.

- Anywhere that's right at the time?

- Yeah, anywhere that's right at the time.

- Hmm.

(clicks teeth) (sighs) Oh, it's going to be hot today.

I think the time's right now, don't you, Aron?

- No, Jacqui.

I don't reckon it rightly is.

(Jacqui groans)

♪ Give me the moonlight ♪

♪ Give me the sailor ♪

♪ And leave the rest to me ♪

♪ Da da da dee dee, da da da dee dee ♪

(Tom whistles)

- Hello, sweetie.

- Girl here?

- Yes, she's over there changing.

(Tom grunts)

Oh, are you going to need me?

- Eh, no, don't think so.

(sultry jazz music)

Ooh.

- Hello, darling. Guess who?

- Anthea.

You, on the center spread of Tits Magazine?

A bit of a comedown, innit?

- Needed the money, sweetie.

I must say, though,

I was rather hoping for a fur rug,

and lots and lots of scatter cushions.

Not a hard old buggy thing.

How'd you want me?

- [Tom] Oh, just hop aboard and make yourself comfortable.

- This all right?

- (whimpers) Oh, fine. Fine.

- They're my best feature, don't you think?

- Oh, yes.

- I have terrible trouble finding

the right bra, you know.

They always pull me like this.

Whereas they should push me, like this.

- Hold it.

(camera clicking)

Turn your head to me.

That's it. That's it.

- I haven't seen you in a long time.

- Lost me driving license.

- I heard.

I'm only around the corner, sweetie.

You can still walk, can't you?

- Work, Anthea, work.

- Just getting in the mood, darling.

(gasps) Ooh.

Is that a camera you've got there,

or are you really pleased to see me?

- Anthea! Anthea.

- Oh, you're no fun anymore.

All work and no play.

- Here. You been wearing body makeup?

- Yes, why?

- [Tom] You shouldn't. It kills the shine.

Takes all the life out the skin.

- All right, get my bag.

(Anthea giggles) (Tom grunts)

- Anthea!

Oh. Ooh.

- Oh, I do believe I'm beginning to gleam.

- Yes.

- (moans) Have you ever made love in one of those things?

- No, and I'm not gonna start now.

- Oh, I'd love to.

At 100 miles an hour,

with the wind blowing in my hair.

- Oh. (whimpers)

- Coward.

Make love to me, Tommy.

- No, Anthea, no.

- If you don't, I'll tell Jacqui you did.

- You wouldn't.

(grunts) Oh, no, Anthea. (whimpers)

(Anthea giggles and moans)

We're here to take pictures.

- Well, let's take some real pictures.

(knocker thudding)

- We've all been waiting for you.

- Sorry if I'm late.

- Better late than never.

(Tom sniffing)

- Here, take it easy on that stuff, Jacqui.

- That bitch Monica.

She just couldn't leave it alone.

You'll have to tell him in the morning.

I'm not having him in the house.

- Oh, be reasonable.

- (sighs) I am being reasonable.

I'm not putting up with it, that's all.

I'll find someone else who can drive you.

- I'm bloody keeping you to that.

Just when things are working out,

you get a moral bee in your bonnet.

- You can talk to him tomorrow.

(sultry music continues)

(crowd chattering and moaning)

(glass tinkling)

(upbeat music)

♪ Gonna get you going ‘cause down in your feet ♪

♪ You got the rhythm, but I got the beat ♪

♪ Gonna get you going ‘cause down in your feet ♪

♪ You got the rhythm, but I got the beat ♪

♪ Gonna get you going ♪ ♪ It's going ♪

♪ 'cause down in your feet ♪

♪ You got the rhythm ♪ ♪ Whispering all ♪

♪ But I got the beat ♪ ♪ Night long ♪

♪ Gonna get you going ♪ ♪ Baby ♪

♪ 'Cause down in your feet ♪ ♪ Baby ♪

- Guess I'm drinking hard liquor today.

- Two double whiskeys and two large beers.

- Guess I'll have the same.

♪ Gonna get you going ♪ ♪ Baby ♪

♪ 'Cause down in your feet ♪ ♪ Baby ♪

- I'm sorry that the missus wants you to bounce.

- There comes a time in every man's life

when he's gotta move on.

♪ Like the way you're moving baby ♪

- I'm sorry, Aron. But it's Jacqui.

Why can't women play it straight,

that's what I wanna know.

- They're complex creatures, Tom.

Well, being way it is,

they kinda lost their purpose in life,

and spend most of their time trying to take ours.

Keep 'em coming, friend.

- She's just jealous.

(bar patron belches) ♪ Gonna getcha going ♪

♪ 'Cause down in your feet ♪

- Jealous? What's she gotta be jealous about?

- About you.

She fancies you, and doesn't--

- Two lagers, please.

- And doesn't want to admit it.

Not even to herself.

That's what's making her so uptight.

- Hey, I never looked at it that way.

♪ Buzzing, free, without a care ♪

♪ Will never get to me you're hustling crazy ♪

(pair chatting indistinctly)

- It's Mary Lou!

Look, Tom, it's Mary Lou!

- Aron!

Aron.

Aw, it's real nice seeing you, Aron.

You just don't know.

Hey, sit down a bit.

I'll be back in a sec.

(sexy funk music)

(audience applauds)

Oh, Aron. It's real nice seeing you.

- Ain't sure I like seeing you this way, Mary Lou.

- Well, I thought that's the way

you used to love seeing me best.

- Dancin' in a saloon without a dern thing on?

Why, what would your folks say?

- What, they'd expect it, them knowin' me.

- Mary Lou, you ain't been following me, have you?

- No, Aron. Ain't been following you.

After you left, things were so dull.

Figured I would follow your example,

get out and see the world.

- Mary Lou, like you to meet a friend of mine, Tom.

- Ah. - Mighty pleased

to meet you, Tom.

- Told you about Mary Lou, huh?

- Oh, yes, you did indeed.

- I bet he told you I was real set on him.

- Something like that.

- Well, it's only 'cause you was the prettiest thing around.

- I'm mighty pleased to hear that.

- (clears throat) Could I get you a drink?

- Oh, thanks. I'll have a blonde beer, please.

Oh, and would you mind telling

the man behind the bar

that I'm not gonna dance no more today?

On account of the fact (upbeat music continues)

that I've met an old friend.

♪ Down in your feet ♪ ♪ Baby, baby ♪

- Yeah.

♪ You got the rhythm, and I got the beat ♪

- He's nice. He a good friend of yours?

- Yeah, he's a good friend.

- He married?

- No, not married, no.

- This could really be my lucky night.

(clicks teeth) Oh, Aron.

I'm so happy to see you.

Did you like my dancing?

- What I saw of it was mighty hot stuff.

- Ooh, ain't it, though?

Doing what comes natural and getting paid for it.

- The man says if you don't start dancing,

he's giving you the elbow.

- (clicks teeth) Oh, he's always saying that.

I don't pay him no mind.

Say, where do you boys live?

Let's go and have a party.

Or did you have something else you had in mind?

- (laughs) Honey, I was about to ask you

the same question.

- You and I think alike, Tom.

It's nice.

♪ Gonna get you going ♪ ♪ Baby, baby ♪

♪ 'Cause down in your feet ♪

♪ You got the rhythm ♪ ♪ You can't take ♪

♪ And I got the beat ♪ ♪ My song ♪

- Shh.

Ooh! Shh.

(Mary Lou giggling)

What would you like to drink?

- Oh, anything.

- Anything.

(gentle big band music)

- Marvelous.

(Mary Lou giggles)

(all giggling and moaning)

(kisses smacking)

(gentle music continues)

- Mm-hmm.

What a night.

(Jacqui sighs)

- Well, time to move on, I guess.

- It's a pity.

- Time's right.

- Where will you go?

- Seems Aubrey's been thinking about

having a guy like me around for a while.

And he's persuaded Monica

it might be a good idea.

- He's persuaded Monica?

- (laughs) You're gonna work for Monica?

- I guess that's one way of putting it, yeah.

(Tom laughs)

- The sly bitch.

- Maybe we could borrow you,

if things don't work out with Mary Lou.

- Maybe we could borrow you anyway.

- Well, you've both got my phone number.

(kiss smacks)

That goes for you, too.

You keep in touch, you hear?

- Uh-huh.

- [Aron] Bye, y'all.

- Bye. - Bye.

- See you, Aron.

- See you soon. - All right.

- Well, honey, no use letting

a perfectly good male go to waste.

- Here. I hope you can drive.

- Drive? Drive?

Honey, I'll drive you crazy.

(playful jazz music)

♪ I'll drive you crazy ♪

♪ You're heaven and hell ♪

♪ Awake or asleepin' ♪

♪ You're tollin' my bell ♪

♪ And one thing is for true

♪ The tables have turned ♪

♪ The joker is you ♪

♪ I'll drive you crazy ♪

♪ There's plenty like you ♪