Bank Holiday Page #5
- Year:
- 1938
- 86 min
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l left my money in the box office.
l'll get it.
Bring some back for us.
We're all broke, aren't we?
Set 'em up again, Joe.
l shan't be long.
- OK, sir.
- Cheerio.
- Are you having plaice or haddock?
- l want a ginger pop!
We only serve dinner, sir.
We had ours at one o'clock.
What's the idea?
We'll order in a minute, sir,
if you don't mind.
You're going to be rushed.
l could see it in his eye.
Did you not ask me
to take you to a show?
- Not a bathing parade.
- lt's entertainment, ain't it?
Whenever you want a night out,
all you think about is the Empire.
- l want a ginger pop!
- Manners, Ken.
l'll give you a smack in the ear hole.
- The contestants' room, please?
- ls my room ready for me?
- Name, sir?
- Smith.
- Smith?
- l booked it this morning.
- Ah, yes. Mr and Mrs Smith.
- Take Mr and Mrs Smith to 31 9.
- Very good, sir.
This way, please.
l wonder whether...
There you are, my dear.
- Will that be all, sir?
- Yes, thank you.
Oh.
Thank you, sir.
- This is marvellous, isn't it, Cath?
- Mm-hm.
lt's worth the extra six shillings, isn't it?
''Grand Hotel, Bexborough.''
Could write home on that.
Oh, l'm supposed to be camping.
- l say, Cath, come and look at this.
- Just a minute.
This must be without breakfast.
We're just over the winter garden.
They're dancing down there.
What's the matter?
You look as though
you've seen a ghost.
Geoff, let's go down and dance, shall we?
All right.
We can have a look at the competition.
We can leave the unpacking till later.
- Oh, Geoff, l've forgotten my bag.
- l'll get it.
No, no, you don't know where it is.
You go and get a table.
Have you a London directory?
Hello? Trunks?
- Budga-budga, you can't do it!
- Budga-budga!
Budga-budga-budga-budga! (Laughs)
- Come on, now do it again.
- Budga-budga-budga!
Your call, madam. Box seven.
You're through!
(Telephone ringing)
(Catharine) Hello?
Hello?
Hello!
Hello!
Hello!
Hello!
Hello, exchange, could you try again?
lt rang, then there was silence.
The subscriber has removed the receiver.
Well, couldn't you...
No.
No, it's all right. Thank you.
- There was no answer, was there?
- No.
(Door opens)
l'm sorry, Geoff.
Cath.
What's this note? What does it mean?
- ''lt's all a mistake.''
- What l say, Geoff.
- But what have l done to upset you?
- Nothing.
lt's only that l realised the whole things'
a mistake. We ought never to have come.
- We don't love each other.
- How can you say that?
Can't you see you're deceiving yourself?
You've been deceiving yourself all along.
We've never been in love.
We were lonely and we liked each other.
- What have l done?
- lt's not your fault.
- l'm the wrong person for you.
- But you're not, Cath.
l shall never want anyone else...
Oh, Geoff, it's no good. Let me go.
So, you've been lying to me? You never
cared, you've just been leading me on!
Geoff, l thought it was real.
l know it isn't now, that's all.
You found it out very suddenly!
l know what the trouble is.
lt's that fellow at the hospital.
- l suppose you're going to him now.
- Yes, Geoff, l am.
- Why?
- l don't know, l can't explain,
but l feel something terrible
- lf l don't go, it'll be too late.
- Nonsense! That's just an excuse.
Bye, Geoff.
- You mean you're not in love with him?
- l've got to go. Let me get by.
- Let me go.
- To somebody else?
l'd be a fine fellow!
What do you think l am?
l brought you away on this weekend,
l saved for months.
l've done my best for you.
You shan't let me down now!
- Geoff, you're mad!
- You think you can play me up?
Going off with the first chap
you take a fancy to! You stay here with me!
(Gasps)
l'm sorry, Cath.
lt's nothing. lt's not your fault.
l'm sorry, l've just found
l haven't any money.
- l'm terribly sorry.
- Yes, well, l don't drive for my health!
Please, sir,
l want to hire a car to London.
l haven't any money,
that's why l couldn't go by train.
it's a very good one.
Well... Jack, the young lady
wants to go to London.
- The Morris out?
- Yeah.
Sorry, miss, we can't help.
- Gentleman here going to London.
- Why don't you ask him?
Er, excuse me.
l understand you're going to London.
- You want a lift, do you?
- OK, hop in.
- Thank you.
- This is what l call a service station.
- Good night, sir.
Good evening.
l'm going to turn it up.
lt's too hot for dancing.
May l have the pleasure of this dance?
l don't know, l'm sure.
l don't know, l'm sure.
(Band stops, scattered applause)
- Would you like a drink?
- l don't think l will, thank you.
l think l really ought to be getting back now.
- Thank you so much.
- Thank you.
Nice goings-on! What will the kids think?
Their ma dancing
with a bloomin' college boy!
l don't know and l don't care!
- He's gone. Scarpered with every bean.
- What's that?
- He's gone.
- You're kidding.
- l'm not. He left for London in his car.
- What shall we do?
Send for the police
so they can catch him on the road.
- That's for the idea.
- Now for the telephone.
l may just be making a fool of myself.
l mean, suppose nothing is wrong,
what will he think of me
arriving so late at night?
lf l were in his shoes,
l shouldn't waste my time thinking.
Women are all the same.
They get what they can and then leave you.
They pretend they love you,
then let you down.
Here, let's get it straight.
Ooh, you look lovely, you're sure to win it.
They're all the same,
the whole blasted lot of them!
(Screams)
(Laughs)
- l'll kill you, l'll kill you!
- All right, all right. l'll fix it.
(Tyres squeal)
Now what's wrong?
- What's the matter?
- l don't know.
- Are you the owner of this car?
- Yes.
l've reason to believe you're in possession
of stolen property.
l must ask you both to accompany me
to the station.
- Very well.
- l'll get in and show you the way.
Thank you.
lt'll soon be me.
Fix this for me, quick. Oh, hurry, hurry!
Can't your wife
wear dresses that fit properly?
Miss Dulwich.
Miss Clacton.
Hurry!
Oh, thank you. Thanks awfully.
(Announcer) Miss lslington!
(Applause)
Oh, you poor thing.
What's the matter? Why don't you go?
l am going in a minute.
l just saw that letter.
- (Announcer) Miss Mayfair!
Miss Fulham!
Miss Fulham!
Go on. Why don't you go?
Miss Fulham!
Why don't you go?
You'll miss your turn.
Because l don't want to.
Miss Leeds!
(Applause)
You are a silly fool.
You take my advice, it isn't worth it.
Love's silly, really.
l've been through it, so l know.
Love's nothing.
What do you mean,
you've been through it?
l thought someone was in love with me
until l found out he wasn't.
Just like you.
lt's decent of you to trouble about me,
but it can't do any good.
l can give you some advice.
l've been through it all,
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