Les Girls Page #4

the Music hall Parisien in 1949...

or any other year in his entire lifetime?

My dear Sir Percy,

if you'll refer to my book again...

l think you'll notice that

never at any time did l say l saw him.

But that is precisely

what the book implies.

No, you're quite mistaken.

l said that Joy told me that

Pierre was in the audience.

Never at any time did l say ''l saw him.''

heaven knows l can't see 10 feet

without my glasses anyway.

[People laughing]

Silence. Silence.

Picture, please. One more.

-Excuse me, gentlemen. Thank you.

-No, please. No pictures.

Must be quite a shock

after all these years...

for a chap to learn the truth

about his wife.

Poor devil. l feel sorry for him.

Big smile, Lady Wren.

-Big smile this way, please, Lady Wren.

-One more, please.

Another one, please, Lady Wren.

Over this way, please.

Drive on, Travers, will you?

And you told me my watch was lost.

lt was lost.

Barry borrowed it and lost it.

l had no way of replacing it.

-Please believe me.

-how can l believe you?

You lied to me about the theater.

Oh, that!

l'm so sorry l hurt you.

l didn't intend it, Pierre.

Are you going to withdraw the libel suit?

No.

Tomorrow, you'll hear my side of the story.

l am not sure l care to hear it.

Don't go out. Don't leave me alone.

Listen, l love you, Pierre.

From what l heard in court,

those words come easily.

You don't know what you're doing to me.

l'm not worried that you might

consider suicide over my going.

That honor belongs

to Monsieur Barry alone.

MAN:
''What happened to Pierre's watch?''

''Lies! All lies! ''

''French dancer promises true story today.''

lt is not true.

ln what manner is it not true,

Madam Ducros?

Mostly in what Lady Wren has left out...

of her amusing little anecdotes.

Why don't you tell My Lord and jury

just what did happen, in your own words.

l'm sure my learned friend

can have no objections to that.

Not at all,

provided the words are her own.

Proceed.

What Lady Wren says about

my joining the act is true.

The three of us lived together, that's true.

And it was spring, that's true.

But that is all that is true.

ANGELE:
l'll never forget the lovely

flower market near our flat.

Joy and l had become good friends.

she had been very nice to me

since l had joined the company.

We always did the marketing

for our little family and we didn't mind...

that sybil had no interest

in such common domestic duties.

We thought it was fun.

-l beg your pardon, do you speak English?

-Nothing else.

These house numbers

are rather mystifying.

Do you know if a young Englishwoman,

Sybil Morgan, lives here?

We live together.

This is luck. l'm an old friend of hers

from London, Gerald Wren.

-l believe she's gone for a walk.

-Walk?

lf you'll wait here,

l shall go run up and see.

l thought she was expecting me. l sent her

a cable. Do you know if she got it?

She couldn't have.

You know, l'd wait. lt's a long walk up.

-Yes, Joy?

-Yell out of the window!

-American?

-Poughkeepsie.

l think l will dash up.

An interesting thing about Poughkeepsie...

it's south of Claverack,

and it's west of Mahopac...

it's east of Nyack and

it's north of hackensack.

Bit of a sticky wicket, what?

Sybil.

hello, old girl.

Now, why do you two always insist

on wearing the same clothes.

You really are the most

extraordinary couple l've ever...

l'm going to make some tea.

l've lost my cozy.

Where's my tea cozy? Tea cozy. Tea cozy.

-Tea cozy, who's got my tea cozy?

-Oh, Sybil.

-Sybil, you promised you wouldn't.

-l don't know what you're talking about.

Where did you get it?

We searched the whole place

before we left.

You're being very suspicious

and very unpleasant.

No, don't go out there, there's someone

downstairs you don't want to see.

Who? Where?

he says he's a friend from London.

lt must be Gerald.

Sir Gerald Wren.

Rich as Croesus and mad about me.

have him come up and

l shall tell him again, ''No, dear boy.

''No, l will not marry you.''

Oh, no. You must not see him.

Gerald!

Sybil, wait. Wait.

Lie down.

We have a rehearsal this afternoon

and you must be in condition.

Lovely, rich. Lovely, rich pussycat.

l'll be right back.

Promise not to move.

l doubt very much if l could.

-l'm terribly sorry, but she's out.

-Out?

Cold! She has a very bad cold.

She probably went out for some sunshine.

-l hope she's taking something.

-She is.

What a pity.

l have to catch the 4:20 plane home.

lf Sybil does get back in time, you might

ask her to ring me at our Paris office.

-Of course.

-Thanks awfully. And tell her to take care.

-We will.

-'Bye.

What can we do with her, Joy?

l have an idea,

but there's a law against it.

[Sybil singing in French]

Come on.

l am the naughty cigarette girl.

And all the men, they want my cigarettes.

[Sybil singing a high note]

Put the coffee on. l'll get the bed ready.

-Fill the bath.

-With gin.

She wants some more

of her cough medicine.

Don't be hard on her, Joy,

she's a sick girl.

Deep, deep inside her.

lf she isn't sick now, she's gonna be soon.

But why does she drink?

There must be a reason.

There is. She likes it.

l found where she's been hiding it.

Where?

-Gin.

-But what did she do with the perfume?

She probably drank that, too.

[Knocking on door]

hello, girls. Oh, hi.

lt's a lovely afternoon.

l thought we'd walk to the theater.

Where's Sybil?

Barry, could we rehearse

without her this afternoon?

-Why?

-She isn't feeling well.

-What's the matter?

-Sort of a cologne poisoning.

No, don't go in there. She's asleep.

[Sybil singing in French]

What's the matter?

l'm no good, Barry.

l'm no good.

Nobody wants my cigarettes.

-That does it.

-We can rehearse without her.

l've had enough of this cough medicine

routine. l'm gonna replace her.

-She's sick.

-She is out.

Can you take care of Sybil?

l've got to talk to Barry.

Remember, she's a sick girl.

She's out. She's through.

She's not that good.

Barry, if you let her go,

it will be the end of her.

That's just too bad,

she's not my responsibility.

-Why do you think she does all this?

-Because she's a lush.

She's a heartbroken girl trying to forget.

Let her forget in some other dance act.

You're so blind.

She drinks because

she's hopelessly in love with you, Barry.

-ln love with me?

-Desperately.

Why, you're nuts.

lt's true. haven't you seen

the way she watches you?

Yes, she watches me

for a chance to sneak out for a snort.

You're so heartless.

You're killing this girl and

you don't even suspect it.

-She hates me!

-She loves you.

ls that her fault?

What am l supposed to do?

Be kind to her and help her forget you.

how, by drinking with her?

Let her stay with the act.

Save another human being

from self-destruction, Barry.

You really think she's gone on me?

l know she is.

-She's never acted like it.

-She has pride.

Look, Angele, l'm not blind. l--

No, just modest.

l thought l knew women.

[Sybil singing in French]

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