A Hard Day's Night Page #8

While the number is progressing, the train is getting nearer

and nearer to London.

EXTERIOR PLATFORM TERMINUS (NIGHT)

SHOTS of the station full of GIRLS waiting for the BOYS.

INTERIOR GUARDS VAN

By the time the number finishes the train pulls up with a

sharp halt that sends them all sprawling, BOYS and GIRLS.

NORM enters the guards' van.

NORM:

Don't move, any of you. They've gone

potty out there. The whole place is

surging with girls.

JOHN:

Please, can I have one to surge with?

NORM:

No.

JOHN:

Ah, go on, you swine.

NORM:

No, you can't. Look, as soon as I

tell you, run through this door here

and into the big car that's waiting.

He points and we see a big car parked across the road.

The BOYS prepare to depart, lining up with GRANDFATHER at

the door.

EXTERIOR PLATFORM TERMINUS

Just as they are ready to go, a line of taxis draws up

parallel to the train and now separates them from the big

car waiting for them.

NORM:

Oh no!

GRANDFATHER pushes past the BOYS, holding his coat closed.

GRANDFATHER:

All right, lads, follow me.

And before NORM can stop him, he darts out of the door, PAUL

after him.

The fans further down the platform see PAUL and charge

forward... in a panic NORM and the others follow, JOHN just

having time to kiss both the girls.

JOHN:

Vive l'amour!

NORM drags him away.

EXTERIOR RAILWAY STATION

The BOYS manage to follow GRANDFATHER by leaping onto a

motorized luggage carrier, GEORGE driving and the other three

posing as a frozen tableau on the back. GRANDFATHER has

arrived at a taxi door. He flings it open and runs through,

opening the other door, thus making a safe bridge to the

car.

The BOYS follow and manage to make it to the big car safely.

They run towards grandfather's taxi. The FANS have followed

the BOYS and we see streams of GIRLS piling through all the

taxis one of which contains JOHNSON the city man, opening

and shutting the doors to get through, much to the indignation

of the TAXI DRIVERS.

INTERIOR BIG CAR

NORM is sitting in front with the driver, FRANK. The four

BOYS and GRANDFATHER are squashed together in the back.

NORM:

(to the driver)

Go like the clappers, son!

FRANK:

(smoothly)

That was my entire intention, sir.

EXTERIOR STATION

The car moves off surrounded by the FANS; from a height we

see them converge on the car but it moves forcefully out of

the station and off.

It moves into the traffic in the main road and the journey

to the hotel begins.

INTERIOR HOTEL SUITE NIGHT

There is a reception room and off it lead rooms that are

presumably bedrooms, bathroom, etc. JOHN is lying sprawled

out on a settee listening to a transistor radio, demolishing

a basket of fruit. PAUL is sitting at an upright piano and

GRANDFATHER is mooching about the room.

One of the doors opens and GEORGE enters followed by RINGO,

none of the BOYS are wearing coats.

RINGO:

I don't snore.

GEORGE:

You do -- repeatedly.

RINGO:

(to John)

Do I snore?

JOHN:

(eating a banana)

You're a window rattler, son.

RINGO:

Well, that's just your opinion. Do I

snore, Paul?

PAUL:

(stopping playing)

With a trombone hooter like yours

it'd be unnatural if you didn't.

GRANDFATHER:

Don't mock the afflicted, Pauly.

PAUL:

Oh for Pete's sake, It's only a joke.

GRANDFATHER:

Well, it may be a joke, but it's his

nose. He can't help having a horrible

great nose, it's the only one he's

got. And his poor little head's

trembling under the weight of it.

NORM enters with three piles of fan mail and places them in

front of JOHN on a table. RINGO is almost in tears, examining

his nose in a mirror.

NORM:

Paul, John, George -- get at it.

JOHN:

Hello the income tax have caught up

with us at last.

PAUL and GEORGE gather round the low table. RINGO is left

out of it.

RINGO:

None for me, then?

NORM:

Sorry.

John hands RINGO a single envelope.

JOHN:

That'll keep you busy.

GRANDFATHER:

It's your nose, y'see. Fans are funny

that way. Take a dislike to things.

They'll pick on a nose...

RINGO:

You go and pick on your own.

SHAKE enters with a stack of mail about three times larger

than all the others put together.

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