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so l could give it back.

- So that you could meet him again?

- Send it back, then.

You really are being ridiculous, Geoff.

Don't spoil everything by quarrelling.

You've got to stop thinking

about this darned case.

You won't make a good nurse until

you see it as part of the business.

- l'm not going to quarrel.

- l'll try not to think of it.

- No, not try, promise.

- Promise, then.

That's the girl. Now everything's gonna be

OK and we're gonna have a marvellous time.

- Geoff, did you book at the hotel?

- No.

- Oughtn't you to have?

- Not at a place like the Grand.

Besides, Bexborough won't be as

full as all that.

Let's walk down to the front

and listen to the band.

Look, Geoff! There's the Grand.

Looks all right, doesn't it?

No, no. Wait for the commissionaire.

- How much is that?

- Half a crown, please, sir.

Thank you.

Do l call him over?

l don't know. You said

you'd been to a big hotel before.

Cath, l think we ought

to pretend we're married.

- Geoff, l haven't got a ring.

- l have. Third finger, left hand.

Little Geoff certainly thinks of everything.

- Don't call me that.

- What?

- l told... l asked you not to before.

- l'm sorry, l forgot.

Don't be nervous, Geoff.

Cath, l wish you wouldn't keep...

(Woman) Paging Mr Thrower!

- Got the ring on properly?

- Mm-hm.

l hope l don't see anybody l know.

(Woman) Paging Mr Thrower!

Paging Mr Thrower!

- Oh, dear, that's rather early.

- l'll see if l can find you a later one.

- Let's talk about something.

- l can't think of anything.

(Clears throat)

- What?

- Oh, nothing.

- Does the...

- When shall we...

Does the charge include breakfast?

l don't know. l think so.

l never eat breakfast.

You mean you never eat breakfast?

l never knew that.

- Thank you very much.

- Thank you, madam.

- l want a double room and...

- Just a moment, sir, please.

- Now, sir.

- A room for myself and my wife.

We want a room facing the sea.

With a private bath. 1 8 and 6, isn't it?

- Does that include breakfast?

- l'm sorry, we're all booked up.

Oh. Well, what...what's your next price?

l'm afraid we've nothing at all.

Oh, but surely...

What, absolutely nothing at all?

l'm afraid not, sir. One moment.

l've got a small single room. That do you?

- What do you think, dear?

- Well, no, l don't think it would do at all.

- Oh, well, l'm afraid it's no good, then.

- l'm sorry.

Wait a minute.

Ooh, Doreen, we can't come in here.

Of course we can.

lf l don't sit down, my feet'll burst.

- Supposing they ask what we want?

- Well, we can order some tea.

l'm not hunting for any more rooms

until l've have my feet off the floor.

Doreen, look!

Let's find your name, dear.

Miss Fulham, Doreen Richards.

Ooh, aren't you proud?

- lt's in quite big letters too.

- As big as Miss Mayfair's!

That's right, dear.

Doreen, come away. That man behind

the counter's looking at us.

Milly, you are a soppy thing! There's

nothing to be frightened of. Come on...

(Milly) Ooh, there's that awful Miss Mayfair!

Ooh, did you see that? Common thing!

lt's absolutely disgusting.

Stuck-up beast!

Stuck out, you mean.

Did you see those hips?

- Did you see how she was made up?

- Fancy going into the bar by herself!

Expect she's always drinking cocktails.

Cocktails? Oh, cocktails are nothing.

l've had plenty. Haven't you?

l know, let's go and have some now.

l'll treat you.

(Giggles) Oh, Doreen, you are...

Oh, you are an unsophisticated thing.

Come on.

Excuse me, but you're sitting

on my Woman's World.

- Oh, good evening.

- (Both) Good evening.

- What will you have, dear?

- Well, what have they got?

Well, l think some cocktails.

Martini, Manhattan,

Bronx, Sidecar, Old-Fashioned,

Mountain Climber, Wild Jig, White Lady,

Maiden's Prayer, Satan's Whiskers,

Red Devil Special, Donkey Kick.

(Giggles)

Erm, well, l don't really know what

to choose. Er, you choose, dear.

- Two Benedictines, please.

- Just a minute, sir.

- What about some Benedictine?

- That would be lovely.

- We'll try some Benedictine, please.

- Very good.

They're only crisps.

- What teeny glasses.

- That's just to taste, just to see if we like it.

Yes, we'll have some of that.

Say when.

(Man) l never saw so many people

in the water in my life.

There was thousands of them!

Oi, take your hand off that bell, mate.

No use trying here.

Sleeping three in a bed already.

(Laughs)

(Man) They'll never get in anywhere.

Looks as though we made a mistake

in turning down that single room.

- What next? El Morocco?

- We've been there.

Come on, we'll try Mon Repos.

Look, Art, there's that young chap

that acted so nice.

You can see he's a college boy.

l love college boys.

You ought to be ashamed

of yourself, your age.

Do you remember when you used to

meet me at the Hammersmith Palais?

- A college boy once asked me to dance.

- ( Trumpet playing)

How do you know he was a college boy?

Oh, l could tell. Got on them plus fours.

- 'Ere, Arthur...

- Shan't be half a jiff.

Oh, don't make us late.

We haven't got our accommodation yet.

What do you think l'm going in there for?

lf the locals don't who's full up and who ain't,

who does?

Oh, all right.

Well, don't go and get full up yourself.

Hector, leave that dirty stuff alone.

Two shadows in the moonlight!

So dear to me!

Two shadows in the moonlight!

Just you and me...

Sorry, l've nothing.

( Lively piano music)

Oh, l do wish l could get these shoes off.

- Perhaps we should try the back of the town.

- What's the use, Geoff? They'll be full too.

- Cath?

- Mm?

- What about the beach?

- Oh, Geoff.

Well, it'll be nice and quiet there.

- All right.

- Come on, then.

(Man) Come along, gentlemen,

bar's closed!

Dad! Dad's coming! Dad!

(Children shouting)

(Milly) Two shadows in the moonlight

Just you and me

Two shadows in the moonlight...

(Hums melody)

What l say is, dear, you should never

have let your fianc know you cared.

Don't be silly, Milly.

What are you talking about?

lt's what Aunt Mabel advises

in Betty's Own -

a girl should never

let a man know she cares for him

until after the marriage. lt cheapens it.

You wait till Jack sees

my picture in the papers.

''Miss England, Doreen Richards.''

- He'll wish he hadn't left me then.

- That's right, just you show him.

lf l do win, Mill - oh, but l must -

l'd feel like somebody.

Losing Jack

has made me feel like nobody.

Doreen, you? Nobody?

Well, if you're nobody,

whatever on earth can l be?

Thank you, dear.

You know, Mill, when he sent me

that letter saying everything was over,

l said to myself, l said,

''There's only one thing to be done.

- ''l must pretend l never met him.''

- Doreen, you're wonderful!

You're much too good for any man,

that's what it is.

Still, l think l'd rather be jilted by a nice boy

than never to have had

a nice boy at all.

Oh, poor old Mill, haven't you ever

had a man's arms around you?

Well, dear, don't tell anyone, l'll tell you.

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