A Hard Day's Night Page #21
GEORGE:
Eh, Ringo, do you know what happened
to me?
RINGO:
(passing him)
No. I don't.
As he goes round the corner RINGO turns on the surprised
GEORGE.
RINGO:
You want to stop being so scornful,
it's twisting your face.
INTERIOR T.V. THEATRE NEAR STAGE DOORMAN'S OFFICE
JOHN and PAUL are chatting up a couple of girls, when they
see RINGO approaching they break off the conversation.
JOHN:
Here he is, the middle-aged boy
wonder.
PAUL:
Eh. I thought you were looking after
the old man.
RINGO:
(with simple dignity)
Get knotted!
PAUL and JOHN gape at him. For good measure Ringo takes a
quick photograph of them before he leaves them flabbergasted
and walks off into the street.
PAUL:
We've got only half an hour till the
final run-through. He can't walk out
on us.
JOHN:
Can't he? He's done it, son!
GEORGE runs towards them.
GEORGE:
Eh, I don't know if you realise it,
but...
PAUL:
We do.
GEORGE:
Yes. Your grandfather's stirred him
up.
PAUL:
He hasn't.
GEORGE:
Yes, he's filled his head with notions
seemingly.
PAUL:
The old mixer, come on we'll have to
put him right.
The three of them go into the street.
EXTERIOR T.V. THEATRE STAGE DOOR ENTRANCE
The boys look up and down but RINGO has completely
disappeared.
PAUL:
We'll split up and search for him,
he can't be far.
They now all start to go off in the same direction, they
pause, there are three roads they can take but each time
they begin to move they all go the same way.
JOHN:
It's happened at last, we've become
a limited company.
GEORGE:
I'll look in here again.
PAUL gives him a push to the left and GEORGE to the right
and going straight ahead himself they part and go their
separate ways.
EXTERIOR STREET:
RINGO is walking along taking photographs with his camera
when some girls recognise him and start to follow him. They
quicken their pace and RINGO runs ahead of them. He turns
and comes into another street.
He sees a second-hand clothes shop with a sign saying "We
Buy Anything" and enters the shop just before the pursuing
girls come round the corner. The girls stand about looking
in all directions. After a moment RINGO comes out of the
shop. He is wearing a long mackintosh and a natty cap pulled
well down. He is ignored by the girls who don't recognise
him. Realising this he goes back and ogles one of them. She
glares at him.
RINGO:
Hello.
GIRL:
Get out of it, short house!
CLOSE-UP on Ringo's secret but happy smile as he walks briskly
down the road.
RINGO kicks at a brick. He kicks stylishly but misses so
tries again, misses again, but finally kicks the stone which
doesn't budge so he bends down and pulls it out of the ground.
It is quite big. Three quarters of it being below the surface.
Having got it he now decides to throw it away. As he does so
the same POLICEMAN rides past on a bicycle.
POLICEMAN:
Ain't you got no more bleeding sense
than to go round chucking bricks
about.
Before RINGO has time to answer the man has disappeared.
RINGO:
(shouting after him)
Southerner!
He looks at the canal water moodily; at this moment a large
lorry tyre rolls down the incline and bashes him slap in the
back, sprawling him on the path, the tyre on top of him. A
small boy appears after the tyre and stands over the prostrate
RINGO.
BOY:
Here, mate, that's my hoop, stop
playing with it.
RINGO:
Hoop, this isn't a hoop, it's a lethal
weapon. Have you got a licence for
it?
BOY:
Oh don't be so stroppy!
RINGO:
(getting up)
Well! A boy of your age bowling "hoop"
at people. How old are you anyway?
BOY:
(aggressively)
Nine.
RINGO:
Bet you're only eight and a half.
BOY:
(countering swiftly)
Eight and two thirds.
RINGO:
Well, there you are and watch it
with that hoop.
BOY:
Gerron out of it, you're only jealous
'cause you're old.
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