Holiday Camp Page #10

You go and have a dance. l'll watch.

All right, old timer.

Not dancing, Mrs Huggett?

Bad show. Let's show them

a spot of pukka boogie-woogie.

l've never boogie-woogied in my life.

You haven't?

Well, now's the time to begin. Come on.

No. Ooh.

- Come on.

- l can't dance.

l'll teach you. Come on.

- Hello, kid.

- What's wrong with me, Jimmy?

You look all right to me.

Maybe l use the wrong toothpaste or something.

Perhaps it's because you squeeze the tube

from the middle. Come on, let's dance.

The next dance is an excuse-me waltz.

Change your partners as often as you like.

Boys, if you see a nice girl,

now is the time to grab her.

All together now...

? Waltz

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Fine thing. Old age and arthritis.

''You dance, Joe, l'll watch.''

l couldn't help it, Joe, he swept me off my feet.

l didn't see you struggle.

A girl can change her mind, can't she?

You'd better start changing it back again, then.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

- You've got a nerve.

- Ah, you know you like it.

- That's what you think.

- Oh, let's make it up. This is the last night.

You don't deserve it.

All right.

Here, here, laddie, have a go.

There's a little lady standing here solo.

- She's waiting for someone.

- A lot you care.

There, lassie. All yours and coupon-free.

Get together. That's it.

Good luck.

- l'm sorry.

- What about?

- Well, this.

- Not exactly your fault.

l didn't want to force myself on you.

Since you're here,

you might try and look as if you're enjoying it.

l am.

Perhaps l am, too.

Joan, you mean...

- You mean...

- Something like that.

Ah!

(Singing outside)

lt's the crowd coming in

for the last night get-together.

Let's slip out for a walk.

l'm not very good at walking.

l wasn't thinking of walking very far.

(All sing rousing song)

Well, what do you say?

You really mean it? Seriously?

l thought l'd made that quite clear. Will you?

- All right.

- Darling.

- l'll dash into town tomorrow and buy the ring.

- Take me with you.

Of course.

We'll go by bus and catch the later train.

- Good night, Binky.

- Good night.

No. Don't go in just yet.

Let's walk down the road by the sea.

No, it's too late. l'm tired.

lt's quiet there and we can be alone.

No, Binky, not tonight.

- Please.

- Hey, there's no need to get rough.

- You won't get anywhere with me that way.

- Come on, don't be a little fool.

That hurt, you big brute.

Come on.

Don't forget what your mother told you.

Keep out the long grass and keep on walking.

Jimmy.

Come on, you two. lt's not a reception area.

This seat's occupied.

l'll see you in the morning. Good night.

l'm sorry, chum,

but you shouldn't have let her go, you know.

Pst, pst. lt's only me.

- Oh, hello.

- l was just going in. Any news?

- What about?

- That chap you were watching.

Oh, that. No, nothing yet.

You'll tell me when there is, won't you?

Yes. l'll tell you.

Who is it you suspect?

Look, we can't talk here. Come for a walk.

What, now?

Just down the road by the sea.

We mustn't be seen whispering here like this.

All right.

- Take my arm. lt won't look so conspicuous.

- All right.

- And don't keep saying ''all right''.

- All right.

lt's very dark, isn't it?

- Keep going.

- Mind. There's a stream.

l've been ever so excited

since you told me you were a detective.

l haven't been able to sleep at night.

l think to myself, ''Fancy Elsie Dawson

knowing a man who tracks down famous killers!''

Some people are like that.

Everything happens to them. Like you.

l mean, you've been in the Air Force,

you've seen different countries,

met exciting people.

Nothing ever happens to me.

What are we stopping for?

You're trembling.

What's the matter? Frightened of something?

Too near the edge?

Frightened?

l've never been frightened in my life.

Never.

All right, you're not, then.

We ought to be getting back and you still haven't

told me what you want me to do.

Let's stay here a while.

- lf you want to.

- l do want to.

What's up?

l'm just getting a drink.

Might as well see what you're doing.

Put that out, you fool.

All right, if you prefer the dark.

TANNO Y:
Attention, please.

Will all those leaving today

hand in their chalet keys to Reception.

And, campers, kindly remember-

light luggage only on the coaches.

Heavy luggage on the lorry leaving

the north entrance at 1 1 o'clock. Thank you.

- Excuse me.

- Yes?

lt may be nothing really. lt's Miss Dawson.

l share a chalet with her, M42.

And er...

Well, it's just that she didn't turn up last night.

l see. l'll report it to the Camp controller.

l wish you would.

You see, she's not the sort to stay out.

l quite understand. l'll report it at once.

Thank you.

Goodbye, campers.

We hope you've enjoyed your stay here.

l wish l were coming on your train.

You don't mind if l write to you?

- No, of course not.

- l bet you think writing's silly.

- Of course l don't.

- You do really, don't you?

- No, l said l didn't.

- All right, then, l will.

Goodbye, Harry.

Goodbye.

Coming, Angie?

l'm waiting for Binky.

l can't think what's happened to him.

He said he'd meet me here.

(Knocking)

- Come in.

Oh, hello. Are you the new tenants?

l'll be clear in a jiffy and you can have

this beautiful suite all to yourselves.

- Had a nice holiday?

- Not too bad. A bit of a mixed crowd.

That's an advantage sometimes.

Yes, plenty of people to choose from.

But just look at this chalet.

lt's more like a prison cell.

ln that case, you're going to feel quite at home,

Mr Hardwick.

Squadron Leader, actually.

How did you know my name?

Actually, l don't think that is your name, is it?

Wouldn't Geoffrey Baker be nearer the mark?

- What the devil do you mean?

- Geoffrey Baker, alias Hardwick.

We have a warrant for your arrest

on a charge of murder. l have to warn you...

Look out.

Smart idea of yours, Baker, hiding in this camp.

lt's taken us five days to pick up your trail.

Oh?

l said l'd have a week,

and, by George, l've had it.

You've had it, all right. Come on.

We'll look after your things for you.

(Sighs) lt has been lovely, hasn't it, Joe?

Best holiday we've ever had. Roll on next year.

l don't know how l'm going to face

a carpet-sweeper again.

Go to Mummy.

- l've got it.

- Got what?

- Binky!

- What about him?

l should have thought of it at once.

He must have dashed off to buy the ring.

He'll be waiting at the station. You'll see.

You hope.

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