A Hard Day's Night Page #10

He takes up the cards and can't understand that they are

unnumbered.

GRANDFATHER:

Two and one is three, carry one is

four.

The buxom BLONDE leans over him.

BLONDE:

Lay them down.

GRANDFATHER:

(disturbed by his

eyeline)

Eh?

BLONDE:

Lay them down.

GRANDFATHER:

We'd be thrown out.

BLONDE:

Your cards... lay them down... face

up.

He does so.

CROUPIER:

Huit à la pointe... et sept.

(He pushes chips and

box to Grandfather.)

BLONDE:

You had a lovely little pair, y'see.

GRANDFATHER:

I did?

CROUPIER taps impatiently on box (shoe).

BLONDE:

They're yours.

GRANDFATHER:

They are?

BLONDE:

The cards... you're bank.

INTERIOR DANCING CLUB

The BOYS are having a rare old time and the place is really

moving.

INTERIOR BOYD'S CLUB

GRANDFATHER is playing and a waiter is checking the

requirements of the players.

GRANDFATHER:

Bingo!

CROUPIER:

(wearily)

M'lord dit "Bingo."

WAITER:

(to Grandfather)

A little light refreshment.

GRANDFATHER:

(lordly)

A glass of the old chablis to wash

down a gesture of giblets wouldn't

go amiss.

(He resumes his game.)

Souflée, chop chop.

The CROUPIER uses the spatula to pick up a card. GRANDFATHER

grabs it and scoops some sandwiches off a passing tray.

INTERIOR DANCING CLUB

The BOYS are at their table again laughing and enjoying

themselves, when suddenly their faces freeze.

From their P.O.V. we see NORM standing glowering down at

them. With him is SHAKE. Reluctantly the BOYS arise and follow

NORM out.

INTERIOR BOYD'S

GRANDFATHER is looking worried at the call of the card he

loses and we see that all his chips have gone. He notices

the waiter delivering snacks and champagne to a couple, so

quick as a flash, he places a handkerchief over his arm and

writing a bill out on a piece of paper, presents it to the

couple and collects payment in chips. He then resumes playing.

INTERIOR HOTEL ROOM

Waiter is sitting on chair in underclothes, reading. He hears

a noise, says "The manager!" and hides in outer clothes

closet. NORM and the BOYS enter saying:

NORM:

Now get on with it.

JOHN:

We were going to do it.

NORM:

Aye, well, now!

(He goes through

bedroom)

RINGO goes to hang up coat in closet. He does so, then crosses

to rest.

RINGO:

Any of you lot put a man in that

cupboard?

ALL:

A man? No.

RINGO:

Well somebody did.

GEORGE goes to cupboard. We see the WAITER from his P.O.V.

He closes door, returns to group.

GEORGE:

He's right, y'know.

BOYS:

(disinterested)

Ah well, there you go.

SHAKE enters front door, goes to hang up coat and drags WAITER

out.

SHAKE:

Eh, what's all this?

PAUL:

Oh, him... He's been lurking.

JOHN:

Aye, he looks a right lurker.

SHAKE:

(to WAITER)

You're undressed. Where are your

clothes?

WAITER:

The old gentlemen borrowed them to

go gambling at Boyd's.

PAUL:

No!

RINGO:

Oh, he's gone to my club, has he?

PAUL:

(turning on Ringo)

Yeah, It's all your fault, getting

invites to gambling clubs. He's

probably in the middle of an orgy by

now.

JOHN:

Well, what are we waiting for?

SHAKE:

Aye, come on, honest, that grandfather

of yours is worse than any of you

lot.

INTERIOR BOYD'S

GRANDFATHER is drinking champagne in locked arms with BLONDE.

WAITER:

Encore de champagne, Monsieur?

GRANDFATHER:

Yes, and I'll have some more champagne

as well.

He takes another swig of his glass.

MANAGER:

(beaming)

Lord John McCartney, he's the

millionaire Irish Peer, filthy rich

of course.

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