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Paper, sir?
Paper, lady?

Paper?

Paper, sir?

Paper, governor?

Features
the society scandal.

"Lady Wren to tell all
in libel defense."

Paper, governor?

Oh, Gerald, darling,
do stop going on and on.

Gerald!

It's that terrible
Angele.

Hurry, Pierre.

There's that
terrible Sybil.

OK, my darling,

come along.

Would you mind stepping
out, Sir Gerald?

Can I have
your autograph?

My wife and I
love it.

Silence!

Silence in court!

Are you ready
to resume, Sir Percy?

Perfectly, my lord.

I was in the course

of my cross-examination
of Lady Wren.

Thank you.

Now, lady wren,

you have acknowledged
authorship

of this biography
entitled Les Girls.

I have.

This is your first venture
into literature?

Oh, how kind of you
to call it literature,

Sir Percy.

I'd only aspired
to write

a few amusing anecdotes.

When you wrote
of the plaintiff,

Angele Ducros,

that she attempted
suicide

for the love of a man
who rejected her,

was that little anecdote
intended to amuse?

Well, it seemed to me
to be readable.

And it was true,

if that's what
you're getting at.

Kindly do not concern
yourself

with what I'm getting at.
Just answer my questions.

Now, you are aware,
Lady Wren, are you not,

that if certain statements
made in your book

are false or misleading,

then madame Ducros has been
most cruelly libeled

for which she can justly
claim damages.

Sir Percy, the story
of my life in the theater

may read like fiction,

but I can assure you

that everything
I've written in that book

happened exactly
as I remembered it.

That is not for us,
but for the jury to decide.

Wasn't that last
observation

a comment rather than
a question, Sir Percy?

If your lordship
so wishes...

Now, in chapter 7,

which you have entitled
"all for love,"

you suggest
that Madame Ducros

not only attempted suicide
for the love of a man,

but for a man
who was not then

and is not now
her husband.

Do you swear under oath

that that is to be
the truth?

Well, Sir Percy,
I'm not a flighty woman

who deliberately
fabricates something

to injure the reputation
of Madame Ducros.

Had I realized

she was going
to materialize

out of the past
claiming damages,

I might have omitted
the chapter.

But it did happen,

and I must defend
my statement.

She did attempt suicide.

In chapter 7,

which you have
entitled...

"All for love."

Thank you.

The opening sentence
reads:

"Our Valiant
little musical act

had decided
to conquer Paris."

"It was spring."

Yes, it was spring.

Spring is
a chronological truth.

It happens
once every year.

I can remember
what I wrote.

We were in Paris.
That was true.

We were playing

at the music hall Parisian

in an act called

Barry Nichols
and Les Girls.

It happened,
well, some years ago.

It was our first
engagement in Paris,

and I can recall
the excitement we felt

at being
in this gay city

in the world
of the theater.

Everything to us
about Paris

was exciting.

The smells, the sounds,

the taxi noises...

Everything.

I was sharing
a little flat

with an American dancer
called Joy Henderson.

Hey, Sybil!

Sybil!

Listen, there's a message
from Barry!

He wants us at the theater
right away!

What for?!

Gee, I don't know.

Come on down.
I'll wait for you.

Madame?

Would you hold on
to these things for me?

Ah, mais oui.

I have to go
to rehearsal. Thanks.

Joseph! Joseph,
the first one.

Francais, mademoiselle,
s'il vous plait.

I'm replacing Mimi.

Wh...

Sit down.

But why?

I don't like
complications.

She's been carrying on

with that Romanian
necktie salesman.

OK, merci!

What do you mean
by "carrying on"?

He's--he's going
to give her a ring.

Oh, so you knew it
all the time?

You didn't tell me.

That's what I call
loyalty.

Barry, Mr. Menesco
wants to marry Mimi.

She wants a home.
It's not a felony.

You want a home, you go
to a real estate agent.

You don't come to me.

Look, I don't ask
for gratitude,

but when I hired Mimi,

she crossed the stage
like her rear end

was made of old
venetian glass.

Have you any idea how
much time I've put in,

day and night,

teaching her
how to dance?

Especially nights.

I need jokes,
I'll hire a comedian.

C'est votre tour,
mademoiselle.

Et, mademoiselle,
que faites vous?

Vous chantez,
vous dansez?

I am, uh...

Angele.

Oh.

Well, go right ahead.

♪♪ Madames ♪♪

♪♪ messieurs ♪♪

♪♪ I say ♪♪

♪♪ To fit each mood
and emotion ♪♪

♪♪ Sadness, joy,
and devotion ♪♪

♪♪ Madames ♪♪

OK, OK!

But I didn't
finish it yet!

No, no, no.

Can I take it over,
please?

Mademoiselle,
come here, please, dear.

Please, it's all right.

I know it was bad, but--

shh. Are you good
at picking up routines?

I think very good.

Good. Show me
some chaines.

Come here, kids.

Why do you want
this job with me,

an American act?

I've seen you dance.

Oh, well...

Then you know
what the act is.

Uh, come here, kids.

You're
free to travel?

Yes.

Get in the middle,
tall one.

There, no.

Take it the other way.

Come back again.

Look, we're going to travel
all over Europe this summer,

and I want someone
who can stick with us.

I can.

You can, huh?

You married?

No.

Engaged?

Oh, no.

Uh...

Well, you're now
one of Les Girls.

Oh, merci! Merci!

Ooh, la la.

Well, this is Sybil
and this is Joy.

Hello.

Oh, hi.

All right,
look, kids,

we got
to work fast.

Let's
grab some lunch

and come back and
rehearse. Come on.

Oh, but I was looking
for a place to live,

because I was on tour.

Have you kids got
room for Angele?

Well, the flat
isn't exactly elegant,

but if Joy doesn't mind--

I never mind
saving rent.

You're both dolls.
Look, seriously,

we got to grab some
lunch, get back quickly,

1:15 sharp.

Come, and we'll
get you changed.

Oh, girls, listen...

There's only one thing
I have to insist on.

No complications.

Ha ha ha.

Ha ha ha. Yeah,
but she's right.

Now, look,

I don't interfere with
my girl's private life,

but I don't let it
interfere with her work.

I have a few
simple rules,

and I have to
insist on them.

I call them my 3 Ps:

The girls have to be
prompt, persistent--

and perfect.

Everyone's born
with 2 legs.

Being a good dancer
isn't good enough.

Ha ha ha ha.

Ha ha ha ha.

She's here!

Open the door!

Hi! You made it!

Hello. Welcome
to Liberty hall.

This is sweet.
Is there a place

where I can put
my little things?

Well, of course
there is.

Just push
something aside.

Oh, I have a few
little luggage.

Well, bring them in.
Bring them in.

Joy, remove those
things over there.

Right there.
Right there.

That's quite a load
of clothes you have.

My mama makes them.

How sweet.

Ooh! Does your mama
make perfume, too?

Oh, these? It's a little
weakness of mine.

I love to
collect perfume.

You may help yourselves
if you wish.

Where were you working
before, Angele?

I was last in a ballet
called Le Coquerico.

All about chickens.

Did you
lay an egg?

I don't understand.

Joy means did
you get fired?

Oh, no, I quit.

Nobody could see me
behind all those feathers.

And it's
important to be seen

if you want
to get ahead.

You will.
We saw you dance.

Mmm. You are very kind.

Not everyone
has been kind to me.

So I notice.

Oh, that's old.

Yes, but this
isn't old.

Oh, that's my fiancé
Pierre Ducros.

Fiancé?

You told Barry
you weren't engaged.

They'll never meet.
Pierre lives in Laporte.

But what if he
came to Paris

and to the theater?

Never. Pierre thinks
I'm studying to be a nurse.

Oh, he is so sweet.

He gave me this watch.

It cost his grandfather
100,000 francs.

You know why?

Why?

Listen.

Oh, that's so sweet.

Blimey, there's
dear old dad.

Girls!

Hurry it up, kids!
You've got half an hour!

Right!

He lives here?

Yes. And if he
finds out you're engaged,

you're a canned frog.

Oh, but how will
he find out?

Surely neither of you...

Oh, we are friends,

and one doesn't betray
a friend now.

No, one does not
betray a friend.

Well, I want you
to know

when
the bell rings,

we'll be in your
corner, honey.

Bring the soup,
Syb.

Oh, I will.

Do you want
some bread?

♪♪ 'Round the map
I've been a dancer ♪♪

♪♪ From New Jersey
to Japan ♪♪

♪♪ And if not
a perfect prancer ♪♪

♪♪ I'm at least a tiptop
travelin' man ♪♪

♪♪ Yes, I've played on
Ad Infinitum ♪♪

♪♪ Every mountain,
every coast ♪♪

♪♪ For each country
has the item ♪♪

♪♪ That I ♪♪

♪♪ Enjoy ♪♪

♪♪ The most ♪♪

♪♪ Les girls ♪♪

♪♪ Les girls, ha ha ♪♪

♪♪ There's
no doubt about it ♪♪

♪♪ I just love les girls ♪♪

♪♪ Les girls ♪♪

♪♪ Les girls ♪♪

♪♪ No wonder I shout it ♪♪

♪♪ I worship les girls ♪♪

♪♪ What charms
they disclose ♪♪

♪♪ From their hats
to their hose ♪♪

♪♪ From the tips
of their toes ♪♪

♪♪ Up to their curls ♪♪

♪♪ I simply adore ♪♪

♪♪ And every day more ♪♪

♪♪ Les girls ♪♪

♪♪ Les girls ♪♪

♪♪ Les girls ♪♪

♪♪ Girls, girls,
girls, girls, girls ♪♪

♪♪ Les girls ♪♪

♪♪ Les girls ♪♪

♪♪ Ah, comme je les aime ♪♪

♪♪ how he loves
les girls ♪♪

♪♪ Les girls ♪♪

♪♪ Les girls ♪♪

♪♪ Je les trouve supremes ♪♪

♪♪ he worships
les girls ♪♪

♪♪ De la plante
ou des Pierres ♪♪

♪♪ a la racine de juin ♪♪

♪♪ from the tips
of their toes ♪♪

♪♪ Up to
their curls ♪♪

♪♪ Formidable ♪♪

♪♪ j'adore, mais oui ♪♪

♪♪ but most
of all me ♪♪

♪♪ Les girls ♪♪

♪♪ Les girls ♪♪

♪♪ Girls ♪♪

♪♪ Ah, what charms ♪♪

♪♪ They disclose ♪♪

♪♪ From their hats ♪♪

♪♪ To their hose ♪♪

♪♪ From the tips ♪♪

♪♪ Of their toes ♪♪

♪♪ Up to their ♪♪

♪♪ Curls ♪♪

♪♪ I simply adore ♪♪

♪♪ And every day
more ♪♪

- ♪♪ Les girls ♪♪
- ♪♪ les girls ♪♪

- ♪♪ Les girls ♪♪
- ♪♪ les girls ♪♪

- ♪♪ Les girls ♪♪
- ♪♪ les girls ♪♪

Not bad!
Not bad at all!

Come on. Come on.
Come on.

All right,
hurry, girls, hurry.

Hurry, please! You got
one quick change,

I'll tell you.

Barry, Barry, Barry!
Feel my heart!

You can almost
hear it pound.

Does it chime
the hour?

- Oh, Joy, really.
- Ha ha!

Soyez prets pour
le grand finale!

Dápechez-vous.

You think Mr. Barry
was pleased with me?

Yes, I think
he was pleased.

You'll know
when he's not.

Is he, uh, unhappy to
be away from his wife?

Barry fell in love
with himself

the first time
he looked in a mirror,

and he's been
faithful ever since.

Joy, that's not fair.
What she really means

is Barry's
very ambitious

and the act
always comes first.

You are in love
with him, maybe?

Ha ha!
Are you kidding?

He belongs
to you, then?

Ha ha,
what a question.

I like him.

What about Pierre?

Pierre's in Laporte,
and I'm in Paris.

I mustn't allow myself
to be despondent.

Vive la France!

Angele, we're gonna
go back to the flat

and have some cheese
or something.

Want to come with us?

You buy
your own food?

We don't grow it.

But Paris--
full of men

who are rich
and hungry.

They're such a boor.

Besides, there's the
old language barrier.

To say nothing
of the moral barrier.

To me, it's immoral

for a beautiful girl
to eat alone.

Tonight I rescue
a poor banker

from loneliness.

Better wind Pierre's watch.
I think it's running down.

No, no, no. You
don't understand.

Pierre loves me,

and we might get
married one day

if his parents consent,
but that's not tomorrow.

And tonight
is tonight!

What you do, Angele,
is none of our affair.

If you have
a dinner date,

keep it, and I hope you
have a wonderful dinner.

I intend to.

Don't you ever knock before
you walk into a room?

What for?
You got secrets?

Well, kids, I think
we finally got it.

A real act,
no complications.

Angele,
you stick around.

You and I
got to rehearse.

Tonight?

Sure. You don't
know those routines.

But it's not possible.

I have an engagement
tonight...

With an uncle.

Well, make it
tomorrow.

He leaves Paris
tomorrow.

And tonight
is tonight.

I've got a reputation
at stake.

So has she.

The poor girl's
exhausted.

Can't you rehearse
tomorrow?

My uncle, he would
be very sad.

Your uncle ain't
runnin' the act.

Onstage, 10 minutes.

All right, all right,
come on.

We'll take it
once again

from where
you pull the rope.

Did I do it wrong?

Honey, it was nothing.
There was no excitement.

Look, I'm not a potato.

I'm the man you're
supposed to be in love with.

I wish you were a potato.
I'm hungry and tired.

It has been
already 2 hours.

You want this job?

Yes.

Then we rehearse
until you do it right.

Don't pull so hard
on the rope.

The last time,
it almost went in my ear.

OK, start the music.

Well.

That's more like it.

Now may I go to eat?

Tell you what.
I--I'm gonna break a rule.

I never mix business
with, uh...Anything else,

but, uh,
you've done so well,

uh, I'll buy you
some supper.

With wine?

Sky's the limit.

A whole glassful.

And so Barry
paid for her supper.

He even bought her wine.

Not a good wine.

Quite good enough
for a beginning.

Ahh...I wouldn't
mention this

to any
of the girls, huh?

Oh, Barry--

Rehearsal 11:00.

In the weeks
that followed,

it might've struck
certain people as odd...

Certainly not me...

That Angele needed
so much rehearsal.

I decided to have
a talk with her.

Angele, dear...

Would you mind
if I said something

very, very personal?

You tell me
what it is,

and I'll tell you
if I mind.

I should hate
to see you hurt.

And who
will hurt me?

Are you seeing Barry?

Why?

Well...well,
you see, Angele,

some men take
very casually

what--what
you and I

and--and possibly
your friend from Laporte

regard as
rather serious.

Oh, you English.
When will you learn

that love is a soufflé,
not a pudding?

But you...

I didn't say that
I'm meeting Barry.

Well, that
got you nowhere.

At least my conscience
is clear.

Your conscience?

Sybil,
do not talk like ze pudding.

Love is a...
Soufflé.

So sweet.

And if our little friend,
she eat too much,

believe me, she get
very, very sick.

Uh-oh.

Sybil.

Bonjour, Angele.

Bonjour, Barry.

Come on.

That's our Barry.
Strictly business.

No complications.

Where do you
suppose they're headed?

To the woods,
if you ask me.

Well, I've done
my duty.

I think I'll write
home to Gerald.

What a dear, sweet,
patient darling he is.

I'd write home
to my darling,

but he isn't
quite so patient.

He's marrying
my cousin.

We've paid the rent,
haven't we?

I'll get it.

Angele?

Bonjour.

Oh, uh, pardon.

Est-ce qu'une femme
dite Angele habite ici?

Ah, oui, Mademoiselle
Angele habite ici meme,

mais, uh...
She's not in.

Oh, do you
expect her soon?

Well, she
didn't say.

Say, you're
Pierre, um...

What's-his-name,
aren't you?

Uh...yes, I am.

- Come on in!
- Come in!

- Thank you.
- Come on.

Entrez-vous.

Oh...

I arrived this morning
to surprise Angele.

It's too bad you didn't
come a minute earlier,

or you would've
succeeded.

Um...monsieur.

Uh, do you know where
Angele has gone?

Yes, of course. Uh...

Every Sunday she...

Does volunteer work.

Well.

- That's good for her.
- Yes.

Do you know that when
I first met Angele,

she was very shy.

She was even
afraid of men.

Now she has
more courage.

Oh, uh,
you don't mind--

would you like
some wine?

Thank you. You don't mind
if I stay here, do you?

Not at all.

It's been such
a long time

since we have seen
each other, you know.

Would you like
some wine?

No. I never
touch it.

You...you have
known Angele long?

Well, I never feel
as if it's a question

of hours and days,
do you?

Well...

You are nurses?

What? Uh,
I beg your pardon?

I mean, do you work
with Angele at the hospital?

Ah.

Oh. No. No,
we flunked out.

Couldn't
tuck a sheet.

Oh, I'm sorry.

But Angele,
she goes ahead, huh?

Mmm! By leaps
and bounds!

Well, she has such a gift
for applying herself.

Good. Good.

I, uh...I have come
to Paris today to--

yes?

Oh, well,
she may have told you.

We hope some day
to get married.

No!

Oh, that sly
little pussycat.

She has not shown you
the watch I gave her?

- Ooh.
- She adores it!

She even sleeps
with it.

I am not without guile,
mademoiselle.

I, uh...

I want to be
remembered.

Each hour,
it rings a tiny bell.

Ding, ding, ding, ding,
ding, ding, ding, ding.

What's that?

My heart.

When you touch me,

it plays a little tune.

Ho ho ho.

Does anything happen to you
when I touch you, Barry?

You set off
a fire alarm.

And Sybil, has she ever
set off a fire alarm?

Mmm, no, she never
even started a fire.

And Joy?

She never even
lit a match.

You want to know
something?

I don't believe you.

You want to know
something?

I didn't expect you to.

Why don't you dance
in America?

Well, in America, I'm just
another American dancer,

and over here, I'm, um,
well, I'm something special.

Mmm, will you
go home one day?

Mmm, one day.

You are never lonely?

Now and then.

I think you should
be in love.

It would be
good for you.

Why?

You wouldn't be lonely,

and you would be
something special.

Well, I am.

In love?

No. Something special.

I don't think you know
what it means

to be really in love.
Shall I tell you?

If you like, sure.

To me, Barry,
real love is like--

mmm!

Ha ha ha ha!

Why, I can't talk
when you kiss me?

Well, I can't kiss you
when you talk.

Ohh!

Real love...

Is when suddenly
you sigh

at someone for whom
you yearn.

Ca...

♪♪ C'est I'amour ♪♪

♪♪ and when
to your delight ♪♪

♪♪ He loves you
in return ♪♪

♪♪ Ca ♪♪

♪♪ c'est I'amour ♪♪

♪♪ then dawns
a dreary day ♪♪

♪♪ Your darling
goes away ♪♪

♪♪ And all is over ♪♪

♪♪ You are sure ♪♪

♪♪ But, oh,
when he returns ♪♪

♪♪ And loves you
as before ♪♪

♪♪ You take him
in your lonely arms ♪♪

♪♪ And want him
even more ♪♪

♪♪ Ca ♪♪

♪♪ c'est I'amour ♪♪

♪♪ ca ♪♪

♪♪ c'est I'amour ♪♪

♪♪ ca ♪♪

♪♪ c'est I'amour ♪♪

I haven't seen you
in a while.

Good.

Ooh,
am I intruding?

Oh, h-hello.
N-not at all.

Angele, your uncle is
waiting upstairs for you.

My uncle?

Uncle Pierre...
From Laporte.

Oh, my uncle
from Laporte...

Pierre...oh.

Excuse me, Barry,

I've got to see
my uncle...

From Laporte.

Well, uh, it was
a very good rehearsal.

It was, uh...
Getting along fine.

Making a lot
of progress.

Making time, too,
aren't you?

Oh, she is.

She works
like a dog.

...Nothing
but Angele.

Wonderful girl,
do you think?

Oh. Oh, yes.

Pierre!

Angele.
How are you?

Why didn't
you write?

I would have been
waiting.

Ah, do not scold.

I didn't know you
would be working.

Working?

Well, I--I--I, um,
yes, we are...

Oui. why didn't
you write Pierre

you were doing
volunteer work

at that orphanage,
you naughty girl?

You are much
too generous

with your time.

Much.

E-everything
all right?

Well, so far.

Well, then, I'm sure
Mr. Pierre will excuse us.

I've promised
to wash Joy's hair.

You lucky girl.

Ah, I have missed
you, little angel.

Let me look at you.

You are pale.

Oh, you took me
by surprise.

Guess why I have
come to Paris?

Guess what I have
brought you?

I can't guess.
Tell me, tell me.

My parents.

Oh, your parents.

My mother
and my father.

They are to meet you
at last.

Oh, but I am afraid,
Pierre.

I am only a nurse.
I have no dowry.

They may not
like me.

Oh, they will
adore you.

Tomorrow night,

we are to have
dinner with them.

But I can't.
I'm working.

At the hospital.

I--I--I won't be free
until after 11:00.

Well, don't worry.

Then we shall have
a late supper instead.

And while we wait,
well, we can, uh...

I shall take my mother
to a theater.

Oh, no, don't!

Uh, there's nothing good
in Paris.

You're wrong.

You are good.

Sweet, lonely girl.

Oh, Joy,
come away from there.

Oh, Angele's
going to have to be

better than Houdini
to get out of this one.

Our little French soufflé
may soon become the pudding

if she does not take care.

Barry, it is Angele.

I must see you.

Come in.

Barry, there's
something I must know,

and I must know tonight.

Will I take you
to supper? Yes.

No, don't joke, please.

How would you feel

if I decided to give up
the theater

and went away?

Don't you joke either.

I'm serious.
How serious are you?

Hey, what's got
into you?

Everything
was fine yesterday.

Well, pick up your train,
baby, you're on.

Oh, Barry,
do you love me?

Do I mean anything
to you?

Of course,
I love you.

Come on,
get out on stage.

I got to
change my pants.

Go, go, go.

♪♪ We're ladies in waiting ♪♪

♪♪ In waiting to the king ♪♪

♪♪ As ladies in waiting ♪♪

♪♪ We're on the spot
because we've got ♪♪

♪♪ To give the king ♪♪

♪♪ Everything ♪♪

Oh, ha ha ha ha!

♪♪ I give him his breakfast ♪♪

♪♪ Served in royal state ♪♪

♪♪ I give him his soda ♪♪

♪♪ Bicarbonate ♪♪

♪♪ And when
he wants funsie-wunsie ♪♪

♪♪ When he wants
funsie-wunsie ♪♪

Pray, what do
you give him?

♪♪ I... ♪♪

♪♪ Give him the gate ♪♪

Ooh, ha ha ha ha ha!

♪♪ We're ladies in waiting ♪♪

♪♪ In waiting to the king ♪♪

♪♪ As ladies in waiting ♪♪

♪♪ We're on the spot
because we've got ♪♪

♪♪ To give the king ♪♪

♪♪ Everything ♪♪

Whee!
Ha ha ha ha.

♪♪ I give him his diet ♪♪

♪♪ When too fat he grows ♪♪

♪♪ I tighten his corset ♪♪

♪♪ When still it shows ♪♪

♪♪ When he wants
candy-wandy ♪♪

♪♪ When he wants
candy-wandy ♪♪

♪♪ Pray, what do you give him? ♪♪

♪♪ A...punch in the nose ♪♪

Oh, ha ha ha ha!

Uh-oh.

Someone's
in for trouble.

I just spotted
Pierre and his parents

sitting up in the box.

Are you sure?

See for yourself.

Pierre's
in the audience.

What?

Pierre's up in that
box with his parents.

I'm not joking.
Look.

They mustn't see me.
They mustn't.

♪♪ We're ladies in waiting ♪♪

♪♪ In waiting to the king ♪♪

♪♪ As ladies in waiting ♪♪

♪♪ We're on the spot
because we've got ♪♪

♪♪ To give the king ♪♪

♪♪ Everything ♪♪

Whee!
Oh, ha ha ha ha ha.

♪♪ I fill him with Brandy ♪♪

♪♪ When the weather's raw ♪♪

♪♪ I sober him up
when it starts to thaw ♪♪

♪♪ And when he wants
tiddlely-widdlely ♪♪

♪♪ When he wants
tiddlely-widdlely ♪♪

♪♪ Pray, what do you give him? ♪♪

♪♪ A...
Sock in the jaw ♪♪

What are you trying to do?
Wreck the act?

Barry,
let me explain.

What possible excuse
could you have for doing--

Barry, there is
someone out there

who mustn't see me.

What are you saying?

Those people
pay to see you.

I'll talk to you
later.

You have a half-minute
to change.

Angele, are you sick?

Look, you must
get changed, darling.

It's all right.

Pierre couldn't have
recognized you in costume.

You're own mother

wouldn't have
recognized you.

He's angry...
So angry.

Honey, listen.
If you don't hurry,

we're all going
to be in trouble.

Oh, no,
I cannot go on.

You have to.

You can't leave Barry
stranded on the stage.

I've lost Barry,
and now I'll lose Pierre.

Angele,
you better hurry.

Come on.

She got
a little excited.

But it won't
happen again.

Pull.

Pull.

Pull!

What?
Where is she?

Where is she?

Where is she?

Have you lost
your mind?

Barry...

- Get out.
- Please...

Get out!

If you're not out of here
in exactly one minute,

so help me, I'll throw
you right out that door.

What's got into you?

Oh, please trust me.

Trust you?

Nobody's ever pulled that
on me before.

I'll explain tomorrow.

You'll not explain
tomorrow, tonight,

or any other time.

Oh, Barry, you mustn't
do this to me.

After we--I love you.

Poor darling.

I love him.

He doesn't know
how much I love him.

I love him.
He doesn't care.

Honey, he's not worth
crying about.

Angele, go back
to the flat.

Pierre will show up.

Get there before he does.
Joy and I will stay away.

Oh, I want to die.

I want to die!

Oh, darling, you'll feel
so much different tomorrow.

I promise you.

Take a taxi.
Don't waste any time.

Angele?

Angele!

Angele!
Angele!

Oh...oh.

Oh.

Help! Help!

Oh...oh...Angele.

Oh, darling Angele.

Angele.
Oh, Angele, Angele.

She said she
wanted to die.

And if it hadn't been
for my prompt action,

she certainly would have
got her wish.

A point she seems
to have overlooked.

Um, she recovered
and disappeared.

I didn't know
she'd eventually

marry Monsieur Ducros

or that she'd ever read
my little book of memoirs.

I'd never have mentioned
the incident.

Dullest chapter
in the book anyway.

And all that you wrote
was the truth?

Every word.

I'm a little confused,
Lady Wren,

as to how you can remember
so accurately

scenes which you could not
possibly have witnessed.

I reported them as Angele
repeated them to me.

According
to your account,

the incident you described
occurred in the year 1949,

when you were playing
at the music hall Parisian.

We played there
for months.

I mean,
every Paris newspaper

would confirm that.

And it was
at the music hall Parisian

that you saw Pierre Ducros
in the audience?

What would you say,
Lady Wren,

if I told you that
Pierre Ducros

will swear under oath

that he was not in the music
hall Parisian that night,

that he had never been
inside the music hall Parisian

in 1949 or any other year
in his entire lifetime?

My dear Sir Percy,

if you will refer
to my book again,

I think you will notice
that never at any time

did I say I saw him.

But that is precisely
what the book implies.

Oh, no. No,
you're quite mistaken.

I said that Joy told me

that Pierre
was in the audience.

Never at any time
did I say I saw him.

Heaven knows,
I can't see 10 feet

without my glasses anyway.

Silence, silence.

Picture, please. Hold it.

Must be quite a shock
after all these years

for a chap to learn
the truth

about his wife.

Poor devil.
I feel sorry for him.

Big smile, Lady Wren.

Big smile this way,

please, Lady Wren.

One more, please.

Another one, please, Lady Wren.

Over this way
and smile.

Drive on, driver,
will you?

Oh, and you told me
my watch was lost.

It was lost.

Barry borrowed it
and...Lost it.

I had no way
of replacing it.

Please believe me.

How can I
believe you?

You lied to me
about the theater.

Oh, that.

I'm so sorry I hurt you.

I--I didn't intend it,
Pierre.

Are you going to
withdraw the libel suit?

No.

Tomorrow you'll hear
my side of the story.

I am not sure
I care to hear it.

Don't go out.

Don't leave me alone.
Don't leave me alone.

Listen.
I love you, Pierre.

From what I heard
in court,

those words
come easily.

Oh, you don't know
what you're doing to me.

Oh, I'm not worried
that you might

consider suicide
over my going.

That honor belongs
to monsieur Barry alone.

"What happened
to Pierre's watch?

"Lies! All lies!

French dancer promises
true story today."

It is not true.

In what manner is it
not true, madame Ducros?

Mostly in what Lady Wren
has, uh...

Left out of her amusing
little anecdotes.

Well, why don't you
tell the jury

just what did happen...

In your own words.

I'm sure that
my learned friend

can have no objections
to that.

Not at all, provided the words
are indeed her own.

Proceed.

What Lady Wren says

about my joining
the act is true.

The 3 of us lived together.
That's true.

And it was spring.
That's true.

But that is all
that is true.

I'll never forget
the lovely flower market

near our flat.

Joy and I had become
good friends.

She had been
very nice to me

since I had joined
the company.

We always did the marketing
for our little family,

and we didn't mind
that Sybil had no interest

in such common
domestic duties.

We thought it was fun.

I beg your pardon.

Do you speak English?

Nothing else.

These house numbers
are rather mystifying.

Oh, yes.

Would you,
by any chance,

know if a young
English woman,

Sybil Morgan,
lives here?

We all live together.

Oh, this is luck.

I'm an old friend of hers
from London, Gerald Wren.

Oh, well, I--I believe
she's gone for a walk.

If you'll wait here,

I shall go run up
and see.

I thought she
was expecting me.

I sent her a cable.

Do you know
if she got it?

Oh, she
couldn't have.

You know, I'd wait.
It's a long walk.

Uh, Angele?

Yes, Joy.

Get out
of the window.

American, huh?

Poughkeepsie.

Uh, I think I will
dash up.

You know there's
an interesting thing

about Poughkeepsie.

It's south of Claverack,

and it's
west of Mahopac.

It's east of Nyack,

and it's north
of Hackensack.

A bit of a sticky
wicket, what?

Sybil?

Sybil!

Hello, old girl.

Why do you two
always insist

on wearing
the same clothes?

You really are the most
extraordinary couple

I ever--I'm going
to make some tea.

I lost my cozy.

Where's my--
where's my tea cozy?

Tea cozy?

♪♪ Tea cozy,
tea cozy ♪♪

♪♪ Who's got
my tea cozy? ♪♪

Oh, Sybil, Sybil,

you promised
you wouldn't.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Where did you get it?

We searched
the whole place

before we left.

You're being very suspicious
and very unpleasant.

Oh, no, don't
go out there!

There's someone downstairs
you don't want to see!

Who? Where?
Where? Who?

He says he's a friend
from--from London.

Oh, it must be Gerald.
Sir Gerald Wren.

Sir Gerald Wren.

Rich as Croesus
and mad about me.

Have him come up,
and I shall tell him again,

"no, dear boy, no, no,
I will not marry you!"

Aah!

Oh, no!
He must not see you!

Gerald!

No!

Gerald!

Wait! Wait!

Oh, lie down.

We have a rehearsal
this afternoon,

and you must be
in condition.

Ooh!

I'll be rich...

I'll be a rich
pussycat.

I'll be right back.

Promise not to move.

I doubt very much
if I could.

Ohh!

Oh, I'm terribly sorry,
but she's out.

Out?

Cold. She has
a very bad cold.

She probably
went out

for some
sunshine.

I do hope she's
taking something.

She is.

Oh, what a pity.

I have to catch
the 4:20 plane home.

If Sybil does
get back in time,

you might ask her to ring me
at our Paris office.

Of course.

Thanks awfully.

And do tell her
to take care.

We will.
Bye-bye.

Bye.

What can we do
with her, Joy?

I have an idea,

but there's a law
against it.

Well, come on.

I am the naughty
cigarette girl,

and all the men,
they want my--

cigarettes.

Put the coffee on.

I'll get the bed ready.

Fill the bath.

With gin!

She wants some more
of her cough medicine.

Ha!

Don't be hard
on her, Joy.

She's a sick girl,
deep, deep inside her.

If she isn't sick now,

she's going to be soon.

But why does she drink?

There must be a reason.

There is.
She likes it.

I found where
she's been hiding it.

Where?

Huh?

Gin.

But what did she do
with the perfume?

She probably
drank that, too.

Hello, girls!

Oh, hi.

It's a lovely afternoon.

I thought we'd walk
to the theater.

Where's Sybil?

Oh, Barry, couldn't we

rehearse without her
this afternoon?

Why?

Well, she isn't
feeling well.

What's the matter?

Sort of a Cologne
poisoning.

No, no, no!
Don't go in there!

She's asleep.

What's the matter?

I'm no good, Barry.

I'm no good!

Nobody wants
my cigarettes!

That does it.

We can rehearse
without her, Barry.

I've had enough of this
cough medicine routine.

I'm going to replace her.

You can't let her go.
She's sick.

She is out.

Joy, can you
take care of Sybil?

I've got to talk
to Barry.

Remember,
she's a sick girl.

She's out. She's through.
She's not that good.

Barry, if you let her go,
it will be the end of her.

That's just too bad.

She's not my
responsibility.

Why do you think
she does all this?

Because she's a lush.

She's a heart-broken girl
trying to forget.

Let her forget
in some other dance act.

Oh, you are so blind!

She drinks

because she's hopelessly
in love with you!

In love with me?!

Desperately.

Why, you're nuts.

It's true.

Haven't you seen
the way she watches you?

Yeah, she watches me

for a chance to sneak out
for a snort.

You're so heartless.

You're killing
this girl

and you don't even
suspect it.

She hates me!

She loves you.

Is that her fault?

What am I
supposed to do?

Be kind to her.

Help her forget you.

How, by drinking
with her?

Let her stay
with the act.

Save another human being
from self-destruction, Barry.

You--you really think
she's gone on me.

I know she is.

She's never acted
like it.

She has pride.

Now, look, Angele,
I'm not blind.

- I--
- no, just modest.

Well, I thought
I knew women, but...

Oh!

I can stand her crying,

but I cannot stand
her singing.

I'll go in
and have a talk with her.

Has he been hitting
the perfume bottle, too?

I like that.

I never knew
you could sing opera.

Of course I can
sing opera, you silly man.

That's why I'm dancing.

How do you feel?

What do you care?

Aw, you're one
of my girls.

I care a lot
what happens to you.

I think I ate
a bad oyster.

Well, it's not fatal.

You know, I don't think

you have enough to do
in the act.

How about me
working up

some new routines
for you?

I like the old routines.

But I want
to feature you.

Why?

I don't think the act
is taking advantage

of what
you have to offer.

What have I got
to offer?

Talent and beauty

and you sing
like an angel.

Then you're not
angry with me?

Angry?

Why should I
be angry?

Because I'm
always getting...

Tummyaches.

That's not your fault.

You've just got to
keep away from...

Bad oysters.

Don't worry. I--I
understand everything.

Oh, Barry.

You can be so sweet.

I...

I think you'd better
get some sleep.

We've got to help that kid.

Oh, pooh.

It's
a strange thing about truth.

This can often make enemies
of lovers,

where a lie can make
lovers of enemies.

Barry gave up drinking

and insisted
that the rest of us

set a good example, too.

What will you
girls have?

Tea.

Milk.

A glass of water.

Nothing.

Tea, milk,
water, nothing?

That's correct.

And so Les Girls
became Les Girls scouts.

We were going on
tour that night.

Joy and I
had packed for Sybil,

and, of course, Sybil
was packing for Barry.

I was worried about her.

Now, then, there's one thing
I insist on in my act:

Plenty of complications.

I won't interfere
with your private lives

if you watch my 3 Ps:

Pickles, pens,
and poo poo pah do.

Marvelous,
marvelous, marvelous.

I do find you English
very amusing.

Come here, old girl.

Give us a kiss,
won't you?

Oh...goodness...

Gracious, how could I
have been so wrong...

About you?

About me?

Yes. You know,
you won't believe me,

but I didn't like you
when I first met you.

And now?

Now you make me feel
little and helpless

and tiny and frail.

All the absurd things
that I know I'm not.

Well, since we're
on a truth kick,

I started out
thinking of you

as cold-blooded hoot owl.

Oh, really?

Yes. Hooting
at everything I did.

I don't mind being
compared to a hoot owl.

They're rather sweet,
but, well,

you don't really think
of me as cold-blooded,

do you?

I mean, all Americans
think the English are.

Oh, no, no, no.
The English--

now, take the Latins.

They light up
like a paper fire.

You're more like hard coal.

Heavy and lumpy.

Thanks.

No, no, no.

Hard coal
is slow to burn,

and once it starts,
quite a Blaze.

And for a long time.

Oh,

honey...

Yes, my love?

Honestly, hot or cold,

I couldn't care for you
more than I do,

but, well,
you know me, I--I...

Well, I--

I know you.

Dear, sweet,
cautious Barry.

There'll be
no complications.

Ah...ooh.

Ooh, we'll be late.
We'll be late.

What's the train schedule?

The train schedule?

Well, I
scarcely remember.

Scarcely?

Ah, certainly.

Ooh, you're
just too silly.

And you're just
too...Too, too.

♪♪ You're just
too charmin' ♪♪

♪♪ You're just
too great ♪♪

♪♪ You're just
too perfect ♪♪

♪♪ You're just
too first-rate ♪♪

♪♪ To win you,
dear heart ♪♪

♪♪ Is all I wish ♪♪

♪♪ Well, thank you,
Casanova ♪♪

♪♪ 'Cause you're
just my dish ♪♪

♪♪ You're just
too luscious ♪♪

♪♪ Too very,
very sweet ♪♪

♪♪ Ooh, you're
just too sexy ♪♪

♪♪ When you
turn on that heat ♪♪

♪♪ So it's no wonder
I love you as I do ♪♪

♪♪ All I've got to say
in every way ♪♪

♪♪ You're just ♪♪

♪♪ Too, too ♪♪

♪♪ You're just
too brilliant ♪♪

♪♪ Oh, you're
just too bright ♪♪

♪♪ You're just
too faultless ♪♪

♪♪ Well, you're
just too top-flight ♪♪

♪♪ Of all fair damsels ♪♪

♪♪ 'Tis thee--
'tis thee I toast ♪♪

♪♪ Well, thank you,
Barry Nichols ♪♪

♪♪ 'Cause you're
just the most ♪♪

♪♪ You're just
too darling ♪♪

♪♪ Too very, very,
very, very nice ♪♪

♪♪ You're just
too dreamy ♪♪

♪♪ You're
super paradise ♪♪

♪♪ So it's no wonder
I love you as I do ♪♪

♪♪ For I've gotta say
in every way ♪♪

♪♪ You're just ♪♪

♪♪ Too, too ♪♪

Oh, look at me.
I'm dancin'.

Crazy.

Hot dog!

Hold on, old girl!
We'll miss our train!

If we miss the train,
we'll go by plane.

I feel like a banjo.

How's that?

Everybody's
picking on me.

Whoa!

Ho ho ho!

Go!

♪♪ It's no wonder
I love you as I do ♪♪

♪♪ For I've got to say
in every way ♪♪

♪♪ You're just ♪♪

♪♪ Too ♪♪

♪♪ Too ♪♪

♪♪ Les girls ♪♪

♪♪ Les girls ♪♪

♪♪ Ah, comme I'amour ♪♪

♪♪ how he loves
les girls ♪♪

♪♪ Les girls ♪♪

♪♪ Les girls ♪♪

♪♪ Ich liebe die maedchen ♪♪

♪♪ how he loves
les girls ♪♪

♪♪ Adoro ♪♪

♪♪ pues sí ♪♪

♪♪ but most
of all me ♪♪

♪♪ Les girls ♪♪

♪♪ Les girls ♪♪

♪♪ Les girls ♪♪

¡Ole!

But what
I have to tell

all took place the week
we were in Granada.

Ah, señorita.

Oh, no, gracias.

I wait.
I expect someone.

The gentleman?
He is here.

Gerald, what on earth
are you doing in Granada?

Well, for
the last 2 hours,

I've been trying
to find you.

I must say, it was
worth the bother.

Well, as always, you
look superbly healthy,

extremely rich,
and jolly nice.

Nice enough to marry?

Why, I'm sure of it.

You'll have no trouble
in finding a wife.

How's your father?

You have absolutely no
interest in my father.

Oh, how nice.

Hi.

What? Ohh!

Gerald Wren,
Barry Nichols.

Oh, hello.

How do you do?

If you'd like to have
a drink with us--

thanks. I would.

It's Barry's act
I dance in,

Gerald,
you know.

I know. I was hoping

she'd had enough
of this career nonsense.

Oh, and just why,
my friend,

should that
concern you?

Well, since I'm the chap
she's going to marry,

- I see--
- Oh.

Oh, I didn't
know that.

Well, nor do I.

Gerald knows that
my foolish little heart

has been won over
by the theater.

Well, why not
come back to London?

Our theater is as good
as any in the world.

Oh, we'll play
London, all right,

but not until I get
the proper setup:

My own revue,

the right house,
the right people.

Hmm. Look,
this may interest you.

One of our theater's
is going vacant.

Your theaters?

Well, our banks
own them, actually.

Same thing.

Is he kidding?

Unfortunately, no.

It's the
Christopher Marlowe,

where Sybil was playing
when we first met.

Do you remember, darling?

Do you remember
how badly you sang?

Why, I've improved.

Oh, you must have.

I don't see why

you shouldn't
have the Marlowe,

with a little financial
backing, of course.

American enterprise
does very well

in west end,
uh, show business.

And I see
British enterprise

isn't so bad,
either.

You know, old man,

if this is meant
to be a bribe,

I'm definitely
interested.

Barry!

Shh!

You'll want Sybil
to costar it,

of course.

Oh, good heavens, no.

I merely want her
in London.

Oh, well, reall--

- Shh! Shh!
- Shh! Shh!

Oh, I see.

The big men
are talking business.

I must be quiet, hmm?

Yes, please.

The name,
though,

the Christopher
Marlowe.

It's--it's--

it's not very suitable

for a musical show,
is it?

But it could
easily be changed.

To the Barry Nichols
theater, of course.

This girl
has good ideas.

Just
where is it?

It's in Charing Cross row,
but that can be changed

to the Barry Nichols
boulevard.

Oh, that'll
come later.

Look, why don't we
have supper tonight,

you know,
just the 3 of us,

talk over details?

Look, tonight
is absolutely--

tonight is fine.

You know,
I like the way

your friend
works:

Quick decisions.

I rather like the way
your friend works.

Don't you both think you're
working a little too hard?

Your orders?

Uh, tea.

Champagne.

An aspirin.

Where's our friend?

What?

Where's our friend?

Gerald, I'm going to
be very candid with you.

I don't want you
to see Barry again.

Well, why not?

Well, there are several

reasons why I'd rather
the show weren't put on.

I'm not ready to
go back to London.

I'm not good enough yet.

I like the act
the way it is.

I've never
had so much fun.

Please don't spoil it.

Aren't you being
a little selfish?

Oh, very selfish.
Yes. If I were a man,

I'd have nothing
to do with me.

Be an angel,
and kiss me good-bye now.

Sybil, is having fun
that important?

Oh, don't worry.

I'll grow up someday,

and I do appreciate
your Patience

and understanding.

Quite frankly,
Sybil--

no, no! Gerald, please.
Before he gets here.

Now, have
a heavenly trip

and do remember me
to your...Father.

Bravo!
Ole!

Where's he going,
Sir Gerald?

Oh, Barry, he's, um, not
having supper with us.

No?

Well, I had a little talk
and explained a few things.

You're good enough
to get along on your own.

Well, sure, but--

what are you
talking about?

I knew you wouldn't want him
to be under any illusions.

What did you tell him?

Well, that you
and I were lovers.

Oh, you didn't.

I did,

and you should
have seen his face.

He turned the most
extraordinary shade of green,

the color yours is now.

Why, you're crazy.

What's he
going to think?

That we're lovers.

Will you stop
saying that?

Sybil...

Ooh!

I thought over what
you just said and--

I know what she
said, Sir Gerald,

and, believe me,

there's not a word
of truth in it.

Not one word.

I don't doubt
what she told me.

I merely question
the wisdom of it.

Sybil, I do understand

why you want things
to go on as they are.

I know the fun
you're having.

Now, let's not jump
to conclusions.

There's--there's
been no fun.

My dear fellow, I think
I know Sybil well enough

to know what she enjoys.

Let's take it easy.

- Barry, I told him--
- No! Oh, no!

We're going to straighten
this out right now.

Now. Look,
Sybil and I, we--

oh, well, we might have
fooled around a little bit.

You know how
it is on the road,

but, uh, well,
we're not lovers.

Just what did you say?

Well, I hate to call
anybody a liar,

but when she said--

Mr. Nichols, you
are speaking of the woman

I'd intended
to make my wife.

Gerald!

Oh! Oh,
you beast!

I'm terribly sorry.

Ooh!

- Aah!
- Aah!

What are you doing?

You've got this
all wrong.

- Aah!
- Aah!

Oh.

Yes.

Thanks.

You speak English?

English? No.

¡Su salud!

Uh, salud.

No, thank you.

This is what I need.

Could--could--
could--could I--

could I talk to you,
please, Barry?

No.

Please come on out
in the corridor.

I must talk to you.

You can
talk in here.

He can't
understand English.

Oh, the eye is
looking much better.

Couldn't feel worse.

Señorita...

No. No, thank you.

Look, Barry. I'm sorry
it all happened.

It just wasn't my fault
that the act was canceled.

We've been through
all that before.

With
your permission.

But you're angry.

Oh, I can't stand it
when you don't talk to me.

Leave me alone,
will you?

Uh, thanks.

Señorita?

Why can't we
straighten this out?

I'm not interested.

I really didn't know
it was so important

to have a show
of your own.

It isn't.

Permission?

Well, I mean, I'll
make up with Gerald,

but please stop sulking.

That's the story
of my life.

Even when
I was a kid,

if I brought
a sick puppy home,

ha! It bit me.

Thanks.

Señorita?

Thanks.

I just don't understand
why you're so angry?

Look. I tried
to help you.

I even quit
drinking myself,

and look at
the appreciation

I get!

Thank you.

I--I know how sweet
you've been, Barry.

This is what makes me
feel really awful.

You know,
I--oh, it--

this is
the last time

I'm gonna
be a boy scout.

When Angele
told me

that you
were drinking

because you were
in love with me,

well, I thought
I'd try to help you.

Well, I've done
my good deed.

Angele told you that
I was drinking--

I broke the most
important rule

in my life
for you.

I got myself
complicated.

Oh, yes, you did!

Well, I've been
so terribly selfish.

I wish I could
pin a medal on you,

"to Barry Nichols,

for sacrifices beyond
the call of duty."

I don't want no medal.
My eye is killing me.

We
were back in Paris,

but things had changed.

The night we opened,

Sybil was
in very high spirits.

Whoopee!

♪♪ I tighten
his corset ♪♪

♪♪ When it still
shows ♪♪

♪♪ And when
he wants Brandy wandy ♪♪

♪♪ When he wants
Brandy wandy ♪♪

♪♪ Pray, what do you
give him? ♪♪

♪♪ A... ♪♪

♪♪ Punch in the nose ♪♪

♪♪ We're ladies ♪♪

- Aah!
- ♪♪ In waiting ♪♪

Aah!

Ooh! Oui!

♪♪ We're ladies ♪♪

♪♪ In waiting ♪♪

♪♪ And on the spot ♪♪

♪♪ We're on the spot ♪♪

♪♪ Because
we've got ♪♪

♪♪ Because we've got ♪♪

♪♪ To give the king ♪♪

♪♪ To give
him--give him ♪♪

♪♪ Everything ♪♪

♪♪ Everything ♪♪

Ooh hoo hoo hoo!

A little dizzy spell.

They keep the theater
so warm.

Was it...

Ghastly?

Well, it
was different.

Oh!

Sit down over here.

I was very naughty,
wasn't I?

Yeah. Maybe a cool, damp
cloth will help.

Will you two get out
for a second?

I want to talk
to Sybil.

He wants to remind me
to avoid oysters,

and he's quite right.
He's--you--you...

Please...

Don't scold me.

I'm not going to
scold you.

Look. I think you
better go home.

Maybe somebody there
can help you.

No, no. You can help me,
darling, only you.

Oh, you were so sweet
to me once,

so very sweet.

Sybil, I--

no, but you mustn't--you
mustn't worry about me.

I'm gonna be perfectly
all right, honey.

Please don't scold me.

I have to bring someone
in tomorrow morning

to replace you.

I--I'm sorry.

Sybil!

Sybil.

What I feared had happened.

Poor Sybil had lost Barry

and had decided life
was not worth living.

I fainted,
and when I recovered,

she wasn't there.

She had been taken
to the hospital,

and I never saw her again.

The act broke up,

and I married the only man
that I ever loved:

Pierre Ducros.

We had a good life
until this...

Terrible book was published.

That is the truth.

That concludes
my reexamination.

Sir Percy?

Mr. Outward,

since both litigants
under oath

have told
conflicting stories,

only one of which
can be true,

the other,
obviously perjury,

I must consider
sending the evidence

to the public prosecutor.

Court is adjourned
until tomorrow.

Monsieur Ducros!

Thank you very much.

Now, just
pose there.

Over here.

Very nice.

Thank you.

Just one more.
Look over here.

Thank you very much.

Big smile,
please.

Thank you.

Over here!

Oh, no,
not again.

Thank you
very much.

Bye-bye, really--

how do you
like London?

Thank you.
It's very nice.

You like
the climate?

Yes, I do,
very much.

Getting
used to it.

Thank you.

Oh, but she
invented everything.

Everything?

This scar I got
from your lover

isn't invention.

Oh, Gerald, Gerald.

Must I explain that
all over again?

I told a stupid lie.
It was pointless of me.

Get me a drink,
will you?

Would you like it
in a perfume bottle?

N-n-no. I--I--I--
don't want to drink!

You couldn't be taken in
by that absurd story.

You know I've always had
trouble with my throat.

Sybil, I don't mind
paying any sum

for the libel damages,

but I wouldn't give
a brass farthing

for our marriage.

Oh...

Oh.

Oh!

Extra! Judge warns,
"truth or jail!"

Paper. Paper, sir?

Judge warns,
"truth or jail!"

Paper, lady?

Paper. Paper.

Barry.

What is your full name?

Barry Nichols.

Mr. Nichols, as
a witness of the court,

kindly tell the jury
if you are familiar

with Lady Wren's book,
les girls?

Oh, yes. I read it
on the plane trip

from California.
I got in last night.

It's--it's quite a book.

You are employed
in California?

California,
Washington, Oregon.

I own a chain
of orange juice stands.

Then you have retired
from theatricals?

No, no. I have
a television show

sponsored by Barry
Nichols incorporated.

Mr. Nichols,
have you any knowledge

of the evidence given in
court by Angele Ducros?

There was hardly
anything else

in the morning papers.

I didn't skip a word.

Now, comparing her story
to the one related

in chapter 7 of Les Girls,

which, to the best
of your knowledge,

is accurate and true?

Well, that's kind of hard
to say, judge, uh, my lord.

Hard in what way,
Mr. Nichols?

Can you clarify that?

Well, there were bound
to be misunderstandings.

You see, certain things
happened that neither

of the girls
knew anything about.

And do you recall
these certain things?

Oh, as though
it were yesterday.

As both girls said,
it was Paris, it was spring,

and I had this act

called Barry Nichols
and Les Girls,

but even in a great
Cosmopolitan city like Paris,

I was a lonely man.

Oh, around me were some

of the most beautiful
girls in the world,

but I was
no longer interested.

Are you decent?

Yes, come in!

It's a great
audience tonight.

They loved the act.

Well, why not?
It's a lovable act.

You girls going
out tonight?

Just Sybil and I.

Joy would rather go home
with an old book.

Well, it wouldn't
hurt you two girls

to stay home once
in a while--

to stay home once in a while
and read a book because--

well, in this business,
you need a lot of rest.

Dear old dad forgets
that his little girls

have blossomed
into womanhood.

Night.

Night.

Good night.

Good night, girls.

Night, Joy.

I envy you, Joy.

Why?

Well, you're
so self-sufficient.

You don't need
a lot of friends

or companionship
or men hanging around.

Well, it's--
it's a great gift.

You sound as though I
were Hortense the Hermit

living down
under a bridge.

I like companionship,
and I like men.

Only the ones I meet,

companionship is not
what they're looking for.

Oh, well, I know
how you feel.

Why, I'm kind of lonely
myself tonight.

I thought maybe, uh...

Maybe we could do
something together.

Are you gonna
start that again?

Start what?

Look, Barry. I'm tired.

This debate
ended last night.

Oh, Joy,

I wish you thought
more of yourself,

then maybe you'd
realize that a man can--

can want to be with you
just to be with you...

For yourself.

For your--for your mind.

For laughs.

You said all that
last night.

There. Was I all right?

You were a perfect
little gentleman.

I promise not to tell.

I know what your
reputation means to you.

Thanks. Good night.

I'm coming up.

I said, good night.

I know, and it's getting
pretty monotonous.

Look, Barry. I told you.

I can't offer you
any supper.

All I have is a few
carrots and some milk.

Well, could you
spare some salt?

What for?

I brought along
my own supper.

Oh, Barry.

I want to talk to you
about something.

No--no kidding.

It's important.

It better be.

There's a loose connection
around here some place.

Someday, it's gonna
blow us all up.

Light someplace,
will you, please?

All right, Barry.

What do you want
to talk about?

Books, vegetables...

Cauliflower,
Shakespeare, Tolstoy!

I don't care!

Now, look,
I come up here

for a sociable visit,

and you act like
a district attorney.

I told you I was tired.

Joy?

Hmm?

Would it make
any difference to you

if I told you...

I'm in love with you?

No.

Hmm?

When a man's really
in love with me,

he'll have more
to say than that.

Well, what more
can a man say that...

You mean--
you mean marriage?

Yeah.

I'm an old-fashioned
girl, Barry.

Yeah. See, that's
what I like about you.

I-I-i-i, uh...

Mar--marriage.
That's so...

Well, that's
a serious step.

Not that I haven't
thought about it. I...

Oh...

But--but, Joy...

If that's what you want,
why not?

I mean, I'm all for it.

I really am.
Honest, I am.

I--sweetheart...

Yes, Barry?

Let's do it right away.

Let's get engaged.

I suppose you believe
in long engagements?

Well, yes, to get to
know each other better,

really make sure you--
you know what I mean?

Yes, I--I think I do.

First let me get
comfortable, huh?

Oh!

Joy, what's
in that green bottle?

Sauerkraut juice.

I like it.

Joy, what
are you doing?

♪♪ Slipping into
something else ♪♪

Just a minute.
I'll be right with you.

Ohh.

Oh!

Ohh.

Ahh.

Ahhh!

Ohh!

Nothing better
for a dancer's feet.

Now, we were talking
about our engagement.

Oh, that's right.
So we were.

Would you mind pouring
a little more hot water

in the basin
for me, dear?

No, not at all.
Not at all.

You know--you know,
it's amazing.

It's just amazing
how the average girl

looks like
nothing at all

without a lot of Rouge
and elaborate hairdos

and attractive
clothes, but...

But you...I mean, you,

especially
in this light,

you--you have
a quality, a glow,

like a wonderful
impressionist painting.

A painting of
a dried-up old carrot.

Someday there's gonna be
a murder in this attic,

and it won't be
a mystery!

Ahhh!

Entrez.

Oh, you brought help
this time.

If you want to make
trouble, you're really--

no, no, we have
enough trouble.

We're here to ask
for your help.

Oh, well, why
didn't you say so?

Here, have a drink.

Thank you very much.

What's your--

what's your problem?

Well, Angele thinks
that she has deceived me

about her career,
but I know, uh--

we have decided
our only rival

is the theater.

Yes, of course,
but what can I do?

You could
dismiss them, Nichols.

You mean, fire
2 of my best girls?

Oh, they will be
much happier.

After all,
would you promise

to look after them,

Cherish
and protect them

when they can
no longer dance?

Oh, I'm sorry, boys,

but it took me a long time
to build up this act.

You don't actually need
Sybil and Angele.

You and Joy
could do superbly,

just the two of you.

You know what
a dirty trick

you're asking me
to pull?

Contemptible.

Unpardonable, but, uh,
have you ever been in love?

Have I ever--

Uh...

Have I ever...

That iceberg!

Is sinking me
in mid-ocean.

I still have
the theater, you know.

It's yours
if you want it.

Joy might rather like

being the most important
girl in the show.

Then you will consider
dismissing the girls?

Oh, no, no.

No, no,
that's too crude.

I-it's--it's, uh...

You have a plan?

Have I a plan?

You know...

It takes a rat
to think like a rat.

Gentlemen...

I give you Les Girls.

All but one.

Hello, Barry.

Oh, hello, Joy.

Honestly, Barry,
I don't know why

you have to
go on sulking

like a spoiled
10-year-old boy.

Ohhh.

Barry, what is it?

It's nothing,
nothing, please.

Can I--

no, no, no, I'll
see you at the theater.

♪♪ I'm flippin'
for a chick ♪♪

♪♪ That I just
can't forget ♪♪

- Ah!
- Ah!

♪♪ It turns out
she's a blonde ♪♪

♪♪ I like 'em
jet brunette ♪♪

♪♪ Oh, why,
am I so gone ♪♪

♪♪ About that gal? ♪♪

♪♪ Her figure
is a poem ♪♪

♪♪ When she starts
to dance ♪♪

I'm listenin'.

♪♪ But not for any cat ♪♪

♪♪ Who's seekin'
plain romance ♪♪

♪♪ Oh, why ♪♪

I don't know why.

♪♪ Am I so gone
about that gal? ♪♪

♪♪ I take her out
to dinner once ♪♪

♪♪ You know, real nice ♪♪

♪♪ Hey, I even
put on a suit ♪♪

A whole suit?

A whole suit.

♪♪ But when
I tried to kiss her ♪♪

♪♪ Then what do I get? ♪♪

What do ya get?

♪♪ An eye that's a beaut ♪♪

- Get outta here.
- Get outta here.

♪♪ Yet every time
she's near me ♪♪

♪♪ I begin to ache ♪♪

♪♪ What difference
if she belts me ♪♪

♪♪ When I'm on
the make? ♪♪

♪♪ Oh, wow ♪♪

♪♪ I am so gone
about that gal ♪♪

Barry?

Joy, will you get me
a glass of water, please?

There is
something wrong.

If you'll just get me
a glass of water,

I'll be all right.
Please.

Here now,
drink this.

Thanks.

Are you sick?

I'd rather not
talk about it.

Go on,
make your change.

Barry, you're acting
so strangely.

You frighten me.

Gee, kid, frightening
you is the last thing

I want to do.
You know that.

Now, go on. Make
your change, will you?

I guess I should've
stopped dancing

the first time
this happened.

What is it, Barry?
What's happened before?

Please make your change.
I don't want to bother you.

Barry, you're not
bothering me.

Have you seen
a doctor?

Dozens.

What do they say?

The same thing.

Now look. I don't
want you to worry.

I'm worried enough
for all of us.

Go on.
Make your change.

Oh, Barry.

Please.

It's kind of ironical

for someone who likes
to dance as much as I do.

Barry, is it your heart?

I--I don't want
to talk about it.

But if you've
known about it,

why haven't you
stopped dancing?

It's my life,
you know that.

Now don't get the idea

it's because I
don't want you girls

thrown out of work.

Well...

Naturally, that--that
does concern me.

I-I'm not a heel.

It is your heart,
isn't it?

Oh.

Joy. Joy, you've
got to promise me

you won't tell
the other girls.

Swear you won't
tell them.

Swear it.

Oh, Barry, I swear it.

If you don't want anyone
to know your secret,

I'll keep it for you,
Barry, dear.

I swear it.

And the awful part
about it is

he's been working
every night

against the doctor's
orders.

Oh, no.

And I'm sure

it's so we wouldn't
be out of a job.

Oh, it's
too dreadful.

Did he say
what it was?

Heart,

but he wouldn't
admit it.

I wondered why
he'd given up drinking

a few weeks ago.

He's been
so quiet lately.

And his hands, Joy,
you know,

I noticed, you know,
they've been trembling.

Oh, poor, dear Barry.

No onions.

There aren't
many men

who'd do what
he's doing.

Not one.

You should've
seen his eyes--

dark pools
of suffering.

What are we going
to do about it?

We can't let him
kill himself just for us.

Joy, he's got to believe

he's got something
to live for.

Don't say that, Sybil.
I feel so guilty.

Well, I know what
I'm going to do.

Saturday
I will quit.

Saturday.

He's not going to
sacrifice himself for me.

I'm proud of you.

I'm so proud of you.

Oh, we have been...

We've been so happy
together.

Tomorrow night,
we'll have been together

a year.

We'll give him a party

and tell him then.

Oh, we'll have to make it
a gay, happy party.

The last one, maybe,
together.

And you must swear

not to tell him
the reason.

Oh, well,
really, Joy!

- Yay!
- Yay!

Well, uh, it don't
say "Barry Nichols."

Oh, Barry,
you are dreadful.

We love you
anyway.

It's been a happy,
happy year.

Thank you.

Well?

Do I need
to tell you?

Well, let's have
some champagne.

Yes, let's do.

Champagne.

A man never had
three finer kids.

I'll tell you that.

A toast just for us.

A toast.

Thank you.

Here, Joy.

That's good luck.
Good luck.

To another year.

Uh, I'll drink
to that.

Many, many
happy years, Barry.

Many.

To Les Girls.

My girls.

Ha ha!

Angele, Angele,
your glass is--

no, no.

Oh, no, that's enough.
You bourgeois French.

Joy! Joy!

♪♪ Joy, Joy,
don't be coy ♪♪

♪♪ Hold up your glass ♪♪

It's all I can do
to hold up my head, Barry.

It's all you can do
to hold up

your pretty
little head, Barry.

Sybil!

♪♪ Sybil, Sybil,
let's not quibble ♪♪

All Sybil wants is
little old beddy-bye.

Oh, so you're
throwing me out.

You should, Barry.
Angele.

Oh, before you go,
there is something

Sybil and I
want to tell you.

You're going to
hate us, Barry.

Impossible.

The truth is...

We want to give up
the theater.

Are you kidding?

No, Barry.

We've just lost, uh,
the taste for a career,

that's all.

And then age

isn't kind to
dancers, you know.

Well...

Of course, you--
you're right, but I...

I'd give up the act
if you left me.

Oh, no, Barry,

don't make us feel
like deserters.

Oh, let us go,
please.

How about you, Joy?

If Sybil and Angele
are giving up,

I suppose I have to.

Well...

If that's what
you want,

I--I won't stand
in your way.

Oh, Barry, you're
so dear to us.

So understanding.

So kind.

So sweet.

Can you forgive us?

Anytime.

You should
go now, Barry.

Oh, Barry,
you're so sweet.

So dear.

So adorable.

So kind.

And that's where
we came in, girls.

Come along,
Barry, dear.

We do love you.

You can go
to your Gerald,

but I'm not
so fortunate.

Pierre
is cold to me.

Ha ha ha.
My Gerald?

Telephoned him
this morning,

he couldn't even
remember my name.

Oh, dear, I'm
depressed again!

Joy, you didn't
tell them, did you?

Oh, Barry,
I gave you my word.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, Joy,

but one gets suspicious

when time
is running out.

Barry, you must
get some rest now, dear.

Joy, I--I know this
is a silly thing to ask,

but would you...

Would you mind
seeing me home?

I...

I'm a little shaky
over all this.

Of course, dear.

Would you like to
lean on me?

No.

No.

I'll go out
on my own 2 feet.

Well.

Oh, Barry.

All those pictures
of me.

Yes, you are
always with me.

I'm touched.

Oh, no, Barry,
let me do that, please.

Thank you.

May I get your robe
for you?

In here?

Oh.

Please don't.
I hate to be a bother.

You are
such a sweet kid.

Get...

Get some sleep now,
Barry.

Good night.

Ohh...

Barry?

Barry?

Oh.

Good night, Barry.

Don't go.
Just for a minute.

Well, just
for a minute.

Where'd you get
that dress?

I bought it
for your party.

Well, how do you
like that?

I wanted to look
especially nice for you.

It's beautiful.
It's beautiful.

Thank you.

What is it, uh...

Is it silk?

No. Peau d'ange.

Peau d'ange.

Angel's skin.

It sure feels like it.

I-it cost a fortune.

Not much back to it.

Well, with this kind
of a dress,

you know, you're
paying for what--

you smell good, too.

Oh, no, Barry,
we mustn't.

You mustn't
get excited.

A little excitement's

not going
to do me any harm.

I'm responsible.

Tell me, who
cleans up for you here?

Who cares?

Barry, remember what
the doctor told you.

The doctor
told me not to dance.

I'm not gonna dance.

Really, Barry,

you mustn't
exert yourself.

You know that.

Well, then stand still!

Don't make me
run around tables.

Barry, if you don't
sit down and be calm,

I'm going.

OK.

Let me die
if I want to.

That's better.

You know,
you really don't know

what's good for you.

I know
what's good for me.

You don't know
what's good for me!

You're making
a wreck out of me.

Would you like
a glass of water?

Why, you want to
soak your feet?

Oh, Barry, please
don't be cross with me.

I'm being strong
for your sake.

Joy.

Joy, I want to
confess something.

Swear not to tell.

Haven't I proved
you can trust me?

All right.
All right, look.

There's nothing
wrong with me.

I'm putting on an act.

Nothing wrong with you?

You made all that up?

Well, Joy, are you sorry
I'm not dying?

I only did it
for Pierre and Gerald

and the girls
and ourselves, Joy.

And you swore me
to secrecy

knowing I'd tell!

Don't get excited.

Don't you tell me
not to get excited.

Of all the low,
contemptible tricks!

Oh, where's your
sense of humor?

My sense of humor?

I was only
playing cupid.

Cupid? You?!
You dirty old fake!

Joy, remember
my heart.

Your heart?
Ha! Your heart!

Remember you're a lady.

Ooh!

Oh, when I think of what
I paid for this dress.

Joy, please.

Oh!

Please, Joy,
because if I--

Ohhh.

Joy!

Joy.

Joy.

Joy.

Joy!

Wait, please.

Joy.

Joy.

Joy, I want to tell you
that I love you.

I can't live without you.

Joy. Joy, I love you!

I love you.
I love you!

Joy, I love you.
Do you hear me?

Everyone in Paris
can hear you.

Go home.

I want to see you.
I want to apologize.

I'm gonna stay here
all night

until you answer me!
I'll yell all night!

I love you!
I love you!

Go and tell her
quietly.

Let decent people sleep.

Joy.

Joy, please.

Joy?

Joy!

Joy?

Joy.

Angele.

Sybil.

And that's what happened.

Both girls were lying
on the floor, unconscious,

overcome by gas.

Both of them?

Both of them.

We got them
to the hospital,

and they recovered,

but we never got
together again.

That was the end
of Les Girls.

Mr. Nichols, do you mean
to tell this court

that both of these ladies
attempted suicide?

Well, no, sir.

Neither of them
attempted suicide.

Nyther?

Neether. Nyther.
It was an accident.

You see, the connection
on that old heater

was always coming loose.

When the girls
recovered,

they never saw
each other again,

so naturally, they each
thought the other

had turned on the gas.

And that is the truth?

Well, your lordship,
I'm under oath.

Thank you, Mr. Nichols.
That will be all.

In view of
what we have just heard,

counsel may
wish to reconsider

their course of action.

My lord, madame Ducros
came into court

to protect her reputation,

not for monetary
consideration.

I don't think that
my learned friend

can strenuously object
if I move for withdrawal

of this case.

The defense does not
object, my lord.

Members of the jury,

it seems that
you will no longer

be troubled
with this case.

Thank you.

You are excused.

It was all
a beastly trick.

But, darling,
I loved you.

I wanted you.

Look, now
don't speak to me.

You ruined my career.

But, Sybil--

Don't speak to me.

Forgive me. I shall never
deceive you again.

Sybil?

Now we will be sued.

Sybil.

Oh, darling.

Cherie.

Oh, I was a fool.

- I was a fool.
- Now I hate myself.

No, no.

Oh, my pussycat.

One more.
One more, please.

I was sitting

in the back of the
courtroom, darling.

You were very good.

Well, thank you,
Mrs. Nichols.

I only did what
anyone should do

in a court of law.
I told the truth.

Well, don't you
believe that?

Barry, we came to save
their marriages.

Ours was fine.

What do you mean,
was?

Sybil and Angele
couldn't have invented

those stories
completely.

There must've been
some truth in what--

man, oh, man,
here we go again.

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