Hangover Square Page #4

I won't do it.

But I must have it, dear.

- I open next week.

- Then get somebody else to write it.

I'm not the only composer

in London.

Oh, but, George...

I don't want anyone else to write it.

It's no use, Netta.

Why don't you go away

and leave me alone?

But, George, you...

you can't let me down now.

- Please.

- This goes on and on.

These songs mean nothing to me.

What do I get out of them?

You could get me.

"All for you.

There's not a thing

I wouldn't or that I couldn't do."

You wrote that for me, George.

But you've never really

tried to find out...

have you?

Isn't this what you were playing

when I came in, dear?

Like this?

No.

That's not quite right.

It's like this.

That's lovely, George.

But why don't you do it like this? Try it once.

Netta, it isn't a waltz.

That's not the right tempo.

Darling, it would be for my song!

You can't have it.

It belongs to the concerto.

Oh, George. It's such a little thing.

- Your concerto would never miss it.

- But, Netta...

- You must have been thinking of me when you wrote that.

- No, I wasn't.

You must have been,

because that is me.

Can't you hear that?

That's my song.

Listen. Play it once.

Waltz tempo.

Go on. Play it.

When two...

When two lips

Breathe aflame

This is our moment

For gay love

It is mine.

Isn't it?

Please do remember the fifth of November.

Gunpowder, treason and plot.

I see no reason why gunpowder treason

should ever be forgot.

- Pennies for the Guy Fawkes bonfire!

- Money to burn a Guy!

Please do remember

the fifth of November.

Gunpowder, treason and plot.

I see no reason why...

- Remember the Guy, sir.

- Fifth of November.

- Remember the fifth.

- I'd forgotten it was Guy Fawkes Day.

It comes every year, sir.

- What did Guy Fawkes do?

- He tried to blow up the Houses of Parliament.

So every year

we burn a Guy of him.

We made this one...

This one's going to be

on the bonfire in Cheyne Yard.

Well, here you are, boys.

- Crikey! A shilling!

- Hey, Governor. You're a toff!

- A whole shilling.

- He's a bit of all right.

Let's spend it

before the fireworks are gone.

- Oh, good evening, Yvette.

- Monsieur Bone.

- Is Miss Longdon home now?

- Yes.

Mademoiselle is home.

But, uh, she is dressing.

- I will tell her that you are here.

- Oh, don't bother, Yvette.

Mademoiselle!

Mademoiselle, Monsieur Bone is here!

Oh, hello, George.

Did you... want something?

I wanted to talk to you, Netta.

It's the third time

I've been here today.

Oh, really?

Why, Yvette didn't tell me.

I've, uh, just been resting.

Well, I realize you've had

a very exhausting week, Netta.

That's why I waited

until now to ask you.

Oh, no, not now, George.

Please, darling, it's so late.

I have to dress yet for the theater.

But I can talk to you

while you're dressing.

I can still hear you singing.

"All for you.

There's not a thing

I wouldn't or that I couldn't do."

Do you remember that?

Yes, but I really can't

talk to you about that now.

I've waited for such a long time

to say this.

Please, marry me, Netta.

I'll work the rest

of my life for you.

There's nothing that I won't do.

I'll forget about everything else.

I'm afraid you're

a little late, old boy.

Netta's marrying me next week.

That's not true.

Netta...

it's not true, is it?

Why haven't you told me

about it before?

- I tried to, George.

- My dear fellow...

I don't see how it concerns you.

This has been going on

all the time, I suppose.

Now, look here, my dear Bone.

It's going to be all right

in a day or two.

- But, at the piano she said...

- My dear fellow, don't get upset.

She kissed me!

She whispered to me. She promised!

"You can have me," she said.

And all the while, you got her.

Oh, George! George!

- Taking advantage! Conniving against my back!

- George, stop!

Are you crazy? George, oh, let him go!

You're killing him!

Stop it, George!

George, stop it, you fool!

Oh, Eddie!

Good evening, sir.

I hope you're feeling well this evening, sir.

- What happened?

- Someone killed a cat.

Guy, Guy!

Stick him in the eye!

Throw him on a bonfire

and there let him die!

Guy, Guy, Guy!

Stick him in the eye!

Throw him on a bonfire

and there let him die!

Holler, boys! Holler, boys!

Let your voices sing!

Holler, boys! Holler, boys!

Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!

Stick your Guys on the bonfire!

It's about time to light her up.

Hurry up now. Hurry up.

Get your Guys on the bonfire!

Let's have a look

at that one, matey.

- That's a good one! Go on!

- That's a beaut! Take her up.

Lots of room up

at the top, matey.

Come on down there.

You'll get burned up.

Come on down off there.

You'll get burned up.

Here she goes!

We very nearly burned you too, matey!

Guy, Guy, Guy!

Stick him in the eye!

Throw him on a bonfire

and there let him die!

Guy, Guy, Guy!

Stick him in the eye!

Throw him on a bonfire

and there let him die!

Guy, Guy, Guy!

Stick him in the eye!

Throw him on a bonfire

and there let him die!

Guy, Guy, Guy!

Stick him in the eye!

Mr. Bone?

Mr. Bone, I'm afraid I got

a bit of bad news for you, sir.

Have a look here.

It's your cat, sir.

Some boys brought it along.

Would it be worth

a half a crown to you, sir...

if I buried the cat

in that there hole?

Thank you kindly, sir.

Crikey!

But they got the dickens of a big bonfire

over in Cheyne Yard.

All right, kitty.

No harm done.

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty.

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.

Come on, kitty!

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty,

kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty.

Come on.

Come on, kitty!

Come on, kitty,

kitty, kitty, kitty.

Where are you, kitty?

Come on, kitty, kitty, kitty...

Evening news!

Full Mail Gazette!

Missing actress!

No suspects!

They can't find the body!

Police at their ruddy

wit's end as usual!

Sir.

- You coming down with us?

- No, I think I'll wait out here.

Well, please yourself.

We shan't be long.

- We just dropped in again, sir.

- Hmm?

Oh, I, uh... I'll read

this through in here.

- Is there anything new?

- Nothing new at all, sir, really.

You know, this is about the most

baffling case I've ever worked on.

Women like her don't just vanish

and leave diamond necklaces on the floor.

She was murdered, of course.

There's no doubt of that.

Mr. Carstairs told us

you'd been over there quarreling.

But I told you that

myself... days ago.

Another thing, Mr. Bone.

We're informed that you

never know what you do...

in these periods

of forgetfulness of yours.

Is it possible that you could have

had one that evening?

- Well, no.

- How do you know you didn't?

Because I can account

for all my time.

After that quarrel

I came directly back here...

and I know exactly what I did.

I tried to work,

but at first I couldn't.

Then I tore up some music sheets

and threw them into the wastebasket.

That made the cat jump away.

She knocked over some violins.

I picked them up, and when

I looked for the cat, she had got out.

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