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Original subtitles

(playful instrumental music)

- How can I dig it when I can't even see it?

- Talk up.

Chopper.

- Why six o'clock in the morning?

Why not eight o'clock?

Why not the day after tomorrow?

This is supposed to be our vacation, right?

Scenic Ontario and the Royal Mounties, right?

- Right. - Okay, so call me tomorrow

or the day after.

- Now, that's the trouble with vacation

is people let down and let's themselves come all unstrung.

I've got all this all laid out, Tod.

Timetables right down to the last minute.

That way you see we can stay in trim,

so when we go back to work-- - Oh, shut up.

(playful instrumental music)

- So, we have our little scoop.

- It's Foxglove, our pilot.

- Wizard view what?

- What are those?

- Parliament.

That's City Hall, three o'clock low.

19th century sort of thing, don't you know.

But over there, strictly 21st century.

New Civic Center.

Out with the old, what?

What?

(sighing)

- What's that?

- [Foxglove] It's a stadium, old boy.

- I know it's a stadium, but what's that?

- Tally ho.

(lively instrumental music)

- What are you doing? - Go away.

- Come on. - We need a walk.

- You wouldn't, no, you wouldn't do that?

- You chaps say tally ho.

- Of course you wouldn't.

- We chaps say gung ho.

(energetic instrumental music)

(soft instrumental music)

(lively instrumental music)

- Linc Case, Texan, at your service, ma'am.

- I feel like Nero must have felt

as he watched the lions closing in on a Christian.

- Poor big guy doesn't have a prayer.

It's strictly anti-regs, but why don't we land?

Even the odds a bit.

- This particular Christian needs a lesson.

He's always doing this.

He makes these grandstand plays with full confidence

that I'm gonna jump in and save him.

See?

Well, just call me Nero.

Okay, leftenant, and upward charlie it back to ops.

- And miss the frolic?

(lively instrumental music)

(gentle instrumental music)

- Daphne? - Well, I don't know.

- Chops? - When bread drops

from heaven, go.

- Gyo? - Hi.

- Two yeses, one I don't know.

Allison?

- He does have a simple honest face.

- Linc Case, Texan, at your service, ma'am.

- We have to trust somebody, don't we?

- Anyone for touch football?

- Oh, this boy's something else.

- Go ahead and ask.

What are five nice girls like you doing

in a place like this?

- You're the leader man, right?

- She's the bass, Liz.

- I'm drums, Gyo.

Allison's harp, Daphne's piano,

and Chops is sax, flute, clarinet--

- And trombone.

- Consecutive, not simultaneous.

- Well, I haven't checked

with Dun and Bradstreet this morning,

but I have enough for coffee if anybody's interested.

- We're interested.

- Do you have a comb?

- Now, what five nice girls like us are doing

in an empty stadium at six o'clock in the morning

without luggage, instruments, or purses has to do

with a fink, whose name we won't even mention.

Our agent manager who went south

with our share of the money.

- 20 gigs.

One night stand, towns which haven't been discovered yet

with a big build up.

A week in Toronto with the Captain's Club.

- Only there is no Captain's Club.

- And then it was to be New York.

Liz Marshall and the Martians.

They'll put you right into orbit.

3500 a week guarantee and tomorrow the world.

Well, we toasted fink with champagne

and buttered his fat face with caviar.

Man, did we throw him a bash

and did he ever throw us a curve.

- We're from St. Louis, Mr. Case,

a long way from St. Louis.

Still wanna buy us coffee?

- Scrambled eggs, even.

- Have a whirl. - Come on, girls.

(playful instrumental music)

- What is it?

- Ladies.

- Gimme my robe.

- Let's talk.

- Not without my robe.

- Why are you embarrassed?

We're not.

- Call me when the next bus leaves.

- No, I've got it all figured out, $730.

- To answer your question, I'm not embarrassed.

I'm trying to get some sleep.

The body needs a rest.

- An octopus rests all the time,

just hangs around in dark places

with the drapes drawn and rests.

You know what happened to the octopus?

It has two gills, two kidneys, three hearts,

and copper in its blood.

- $730 for what?

- Room service.

- They owe a hotel $230

for a party they had the other night.

- [Allison] Seven cups of coffee please.

326, thank you.

- Otherwise they can't get their instruments.

- What instruments?

- Do you mind if I use the shower?

- No, go ahead.

- The fare back to St. Louis, just a little under 100,

times five, and food for a couple of days,

yeah, $730 oughta do it.

How much do we have in the bank?

- A funny thing just happened.

I swallowed the bank book.

- Tod, these girls are stranded.

They've got nobody to turn to.

- Oh, they got you.

- Fink.

- Listen, Linc, my wide-eyed melon-headed friend,

a fool and his money are some party.

- Well, he's quite right, you know.

We could be a rat pack.

- Well, 500 of what's in the bank is mine.

I'll put the five if you stand for the 230.

- Don't you girls have fathers or mothers or husbands?

A loose fiancee, anybody with a friendly dollar?

- I went all through that at breakfast, Tod.

Do you think they wanna be in a position

to have to sit here and argue with--

- A fink.

- Now, take Allison.

She's worth six million dollars,

but she can't get in touch with the money right now.

- Oh yeah, her money keeps moving around so fast,

she never knows where it goes.

- Now, I'm supposed to be taking my doctorate

in Classical Music at the university,

not making a jazz tour.

- Oh, and?

- My parents live in a village in Japan.

Of south Japan.

- On second thought, don't call me when the bus leaves.

- Another bad booking girls, let's go.

- Yes, how could I? - Daphne, we're leaving.

- Now, just wait a minute.

Come on, buddy, loosen up.

- The question in my mind's always been can men be people?

Mr. Case, you're people.

Thanks for trying.

- I don't blame you.

Goodbye.

(gentle instrumental music)

(lively instrumental music)

- Thanks for it.

- Close the door!

(gentle instrumental music)

- Speak up, speak up.

- I said it's a pity you don't know

Werner Heisenberg's Principle of Uncertainty.

- 'Tis a pity, isn't it?

- Because if you did, I'd be able to get some sleep.

- By all means, cork off.

I'll just stooge around 'til they come back.

- Heisenberg's Principle, no particle of physical matter

can be simultaneously located in both time and space.

If you figure out where it is,

you don't know how fast it's traveling.

By the time you've calculated speed,

you no longer know where it is.

- Depends on your gun sight, I'd say.

Now give me a spit and a pair of matched wing cannons.

I'll locate a target for you in time and space.

Blow Heisenberg's Principle right out of the jolly old clag.

- Look, Ace, go somewhere else

and scramble red section, will you?

They were here, they left.

- You let them get away?

All five of them?

- Take off. - Why?

- My wing cannon's jammed.

- Well, it's obvious enough.

They're sleeping out in the stadium like that,

they're in dire straits.

That's when one closes in for the kill

when they need you.

- Have you got $730 dollars.

- They wanted that much?

- Some ridiculous story about their instruments being

in hock and them needing bus fare back to St. Louis.

- That's it.

We'll promise to give it to them,

but we can't raise that much money over the weekend,

banks being closed and all.

Don't you see the shining splendid opportunity?

And with Monday a national holiday, three days.

Five of them, three of us.

- What happens Tuesday?

- It's a pity you don't know

Heisenberg's Principle, old boy.

Come Tuesday, let them try and figure out where we are

and what rate we're traveling.

- Foxglove, you're a dirty old man.

- Then it's a deal.

Women adore being taken advantage of.

They'd never forgive us if we didn't.

- Out!

(suspenseful music)

(moves into gentle music)

- Shan't be needing these.

$730.

Cheerio.

(playful instrumental music)

(gentle instrumental music)

- Operator, about holding my calls, nevermind.

I wanna call every hotel in town starting with A.

I wanna speak to every Credit Manager.

- $333.

The rooms only came to $78,

the rest of it is champagne and caviar.

- Our days of wine and roe.

- $333, you told me $233.

- We couldn't serve him a bad vintage, could we?

Not while we still believed in him.

- No.

- Do you know how much a harp is worth?

- Here or in Heaven, young man?

- Well, all told, you're holding

more than $3,000 worth of collateral.

That's 10 times more than they owe.

- It gives me a nice warm feeling.

- Shall I belt her?

- Okay, we'll regroup the act,

cut the harp just for this weekend

and let you keep it for security

if you'll release the bass, the drum, the sax,

the flute, and the clarinet.

- The thought of that harp all alone in the storeroom

just makes me want to cry,

and I hate to cry.

So why don't you come back anytime with $333?

- Well, it's like this, ma'am.

If you don't give these girls a chance

to find a booking somewhere in Toronto for the weekend

and let them play,

they have no other way of earning the money

and they'll go deeper in debt

and you'll never get your account straightened.

- Go get a booking, then bring me the contract.

Instruct the club to pay the money directly

to the hotel and you have a deal.

- Ladies?

(phone ringing)

- Mrs. Longsworth.

Five girls?

They're here right now.

Mr. Melonhead, just a moment.

Your named Melonhead?

- We don't need your money.

(suspenseful music)

(lively instrumental music)

(moves into gentle instrumental music)

- I'm hungry.

- 95% of all Earth's species are invertebrates, no spine.

Now, remember, we belong to the other 5%.

We've got a spine.

You're not hungry.

Is that clear?

- All right girls, chins up.

Come on, chest out.

(lively piano music)

- So why ain't you watching?

- If I watch, I get sick.

- With three.

- You make me sick too.

- You wanted a new routine for tonight,

so this is a new routine.

So watch. - 22.

All right, I said 23.

I meet you.

Let the customers watch.

I know better, that's why I bought this joint,

so I don't have to watch.

- Sir?

I'm in a position

to offer you Liz Marshall and the Martians.

This weekend only, exclusively at your club

at a negotiable price.

- Martians?

- Our antennas are retractable.

- They don't look like no exotics to me.

- All Japanese girls very exotic, papasan.

- Comics, I don't need. - Gin.

- Him, I don't need either.

- They play progressive jazz.

- I didn't even get my cards sorted.

Any of you girls sing?

- Gyo, Daphne.

(lively piano music)

Day in, day out

The same old hoodoo follows me about

The same old pounding in my heart

Whenever I think of you

And darling I think of you

Day in and day out

Day out

Day in

I needn't tell you how my day begins

When I awake, I awaken with a tingle

One possibility in view

That possibility of maybe seeing you

Come rain, come shine

I meet you and to me the day is fine

Then I kiss your lips

And the pounding becomes the ocean's roar

A thousand drums

Can't you see it's love

Can there be any doubt

When there it is day in, day out

Then I kiss your lips

And the pounding becomes the ocean's roar

A thousands drums

Can't you see it's love

Can there be any doubt

When there it is day in, day out

(clapping)

- How much for the singer?

- It's a package.

Take one, take 'em all, same price.

- They ever play for strippers?

- Ooh, if it can move, we can play for it.

We play for it, it'll move.

- A bunch of college girls in a dump like this?

The clientele'll tear the place apart.

- (chuckles) You're just afraid you'll have to move it

for a change.

Listen kid, you got yourself a deal.

Let's talk money.

- They work, I walk.

I walk, my strippers walk.

- You girls strip?

They come out playing their own instruments

and they strip to their own beat, yeah.

- We're a long way from St. Louis, but not that long.

- Make up your mind, Walt.

Them or me.

- I'm sorry, kid.

She makes me sick, but the customers, they got not taste.

Let's play it again.

(shoe thudding) (screaming)

(tense instrumental music)

(screaming)

(fist thudding)

(screaming)

- Nothing one.

(screaming)

(gentle instrumental music)

- This the man?

- Unfortunately yes.

Where do I arrange bail?

- In the office.

- What about the girls?

- Oh, they say the food in here's great.

- Now Tod, we don't split up the act.

Take one, you take us all.

- Okay, you wanna play defender of the Alamo,

stay here, eat the food, enjoy.

Anyway, where am I gonna get the scratch

to bail out all six of you?

- Well, you did it for a girl in Tucson named Vicki

and you still whisper her name in your dreams.

(gentle instrumental music)

Just think, now you can add Liz, Gyo,

Allison, Daphne, and Chops.

(lively instrumental music)

- Hold it, please note bail bond receipts,

collateral, one sports car.

Also note the armorial bearings of the province of Ontario

which appear at the top,

and particularly note the Latin motto inscribed

within the supporters.

(speaks in Latin)

- Loyal she began, loyal she remains.

- Good girl.

Now, until your trial next week for aggravated assault

on that poor defenseless Amazon,

this quintet becomes a septet.

Seven people traveling as one, clear?

- The magnificent seven.

- Yeah.

- I finally figured out why I can't stand you.

You remind me of Herman.

- He does look like Herman.

- He's got more hair, but Herman's got more money.

- Well, where was Herman in your hour of need?

- Honey, all she'd have to do is raise her little pinky

and Herman would fly a bank up to her

and give her the key.

- Can we all try and get along, please?

A little brotherhood.

Tell him about that telephone exchange in Tokyo, Gyo.

- Well, when I was a child, I went with my brother

to the telephone exchange to a party

that they had for the equipment in honor

of the faithful service it had rendered.

The operators bowed to the switchboard

and burned incense in its honor (laughs).

- I think we should all burn a little incense

in the honor of Tod Stiles

who led us out of Egypt.

- I think we should all get away from this place.

(gentle instrumental music)

- Out, out!

- Hey, wait for me!

Wait a minute, just wait a little!

Come on Chops.

Stop, wait for me.

(gentle instrumental music)

- Yeah, could be quite a vacation.

Foxglove was right.

- Foxglove?

- Well, yeah, he pointed out the inherent advantage

of the situation.

You know, five stranded girls and the two of us.

- Tod, you're a dirty old man.

- Well, why have you been knocking yourself out?

- I'm a Texan.

- And if they were old maids in their fifties?

- Well, then I wouldn't be a Texan.

- Yes, quite a vacation.

- Which one?

Divide and conquer, right?

Which one?

- Well, I hate to admit it, but Liz kinda turns me on.

I think maybe it's 'cause she doesn't like me

and I rise to the challenge.

Anyway, I intend finding out.

Any objections?

- What objections?

That still leaves me four.

- Well dang.

Good night. - Night.

(door knocking)

- Yes?

(lively instrumental music)

- Welcome to Toronto.

Here, let me show you.

This is how we did it in the good old days, RAF, you know.

There were so many, so much to so few and all that.

- Now, Foxy tells me you're a jazz group.

So, let's swing.

- [Liz] Ah, let me ask you, Oedipus,

does your mama know your out?

- My name is Larry. - Yeah.

I'll put you on my waiting list, Larry.

- Maybe they can spare a blanket.

I'll go check. - Yeah.

(lively instrumental music)

- You know, I always admired flyers.

RAF, you say?

- You see, I'm English. - Oh, well, you'd never know.

- [Foxglove] Not Canadian, like the other chaps.

- Well, were you in the Battle of Britain?

- Spitfires, spot of bother, that.

Nasty business, really, but one does what one must, right?

- What kind of engine did it have?

- Beg your pardon, my dear?

- The spitfire, what kind of engine did it have?

- Oh, various manufacturers.

- Oh, you know, I always wondered about their takeoffs.

What was your climbing speed?

- Well, it varied you know

in weather conditions and all that.

- Oh, easy to fly, was it?

Oh, the spitfire, I mean.

- Oh, piece of cake, really.

Beautiful ship, fly her with your feet.

- And roomy too. - Roomy? (chuckles)

Remind me to tell you when we know each other

a little better about the WAF I took up one day.

- The spitfire had a Merlin engine,

took off at 200 miles per hour,

and was the most difficult plane to fly.

The controls could never be used coarsely,

otherwise the plane might stall or lose altitude.

And the cockpit was so narrow that men with broad shoulders

would rub blisters on their forearms during a dogfight.

Men like my father, Mr. Foxglove,

who fought with spitfires against the Germans.

Men who died over Britain.

Men to whom we do owe something.

- I'm terribly sorry.

- Oh?

Everybody out.

- I don't suppose you'd like to hear what happened.

- That's right, I would not like to hear what happened.

- Oh, but tell him how they just barged in.

It wasn't our fault.

- You heard the man, girls.

Out.

(gentle instrumental music)

- We can go back to the room.

Your Martian Jezebels cut out.

- I don't believe it.

- While we were outside freezing,

they were inside starting a Toronto branch

of Sodom and Gomorrah.

- You mean you threw them out?

How does that go?

(speaks in Latin)

How was that again?

(speaks in Latin)

- Seven of us moving as one.

- Yeah.

Foxglove, 301.

Foxglove?

Foxglove!

(lively instrumental music)

- No wonder I don't have an apple line nose.

I've always got it pressed against some window.

- Hey, let's all look in.

In the movies, when you press your nose

against the glass like this,

a kindly old chef always invites you in

and listens to your sad story and feeds you.

(chuckles)

- How about a church?

It's warm in a church and at least we could sit down.

- Well, isn't there some organization,

some mission, some welfare thing?

- Hunger, they understand.

Pride, they don't.

You wanna call mama Daphne?

- Well, I've been trying awfully hard not to.

- Make me call Herman.

- And me the Board of Directors.

- Hey, how about a maternity hospital?

We could sit with the expectant fathers.

- Only one thing to do, go to the Police.

They've always been gooey about lost children.

(lively instrumental music)

- Whom do we see about this?

- Oh, Mr. Bassett on the second floor

but I'm not sure he's in.

- Thanks. - He worked all night.

- Oh my gosh, it's a whirlwind, once he decides to move.

- Hey, wait a minute. - Congratulations.

- It's all over town.

I'm glad you're happy, fine,

but if you've got gratitude, you've got the wrong guy.

- Miss Marshall? - Yes.

Your instruments are on stage.

We've assigned you dressing rooms 11 and 12.

If you don't mind, could you rehearse now?

- Don't mind? - I'll need the stage

in about a half hour for the other acts

and dress rehearsal's at seven tonight.

- Are you guys still playing Angels Anonymous?

- Well, how do we convince you we had nothing

to do with this?

- You don't.

- Well, we'll try again later.

(sighing)

- All of the sudden, it's not such a long way to St. Louis.

- How 'bout it, Liz?

Shall we mug one for the boys?

- All right, kids.

Number nine, two bars at four.

A one, two, three, four, two, two, three, four.

(lively jazz music)

- Bassett told us.

- [Foxglove] Not very sporting of him.

- Commit the crime, pay the two shillings,

and commit the crime again.

- On the contrary, old boy.

I do so few good things, I was rather pleased about this,

only I didn't want the young ladies to know I had anything

to do with it.

Could you imagine the consequences if they thought

that every time we bounders were exposed,

we went rushing off to do charitable works

to salve our conscience?

Things like that would encourage girls to stand firm.

What kind of an existence would that be?

(sighs)

Smashing, what?

The way they play.

- Bassett, the newspaper, all this.

- Piece of cake.

You see, Bassett detests me, terribly moral chaps,

these feature editors.

I simply told him for once in my life,

I've been exposed for the fraud I am.

Well, he went utterly sentimental.

Girls stranded, sinners saved and all that.

I pointed out he mustn't use that angle.

Bad for the girls' pride, so he played hands

across the border and simply added them to the show.

Miracle worker, Bassett.

I mean, posters printed, story in the paper.

All in a matter of hours.

Hello.

Pip pip, chaps.

(lively instrumental music)

- [Narrator] A Screen Gems presentation.

Herbert B. Leonard, Executive Producer.

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