Les Girls Page #8

Poor, dear Barry. No onions.

There aren't many men

who'd do what he's doing.

Not one.

You should've seen his eyes,

dark pools of suffering.

What are we going to do about it?

We can't let him kill himself just for us.

Joy, he's gotta believe

he's got something to live for.

Don't say that, Sybil. l feel so guilty.

l know what l'm going to do.

Saturday l will quit.

Saturday. he's not gonna sacrifice

himself for me.

l'm proud of you.

l'm so proud of you.

We were so happy together.

Listen, tomorrow night

we'll have been together a year.

We'll give him a party and tell him then.

We'll have to make it a gay, happy party.

The last one, maybe, together.

And you must swear not

to tell him the reason.

Well, really, Joy!

Well, it don't say ''Barry Nichols.''

You are dreadful. But we love you anyway.

lt's been a happy, happy year. Thank you.

Do l need to tell you?

-Let's have some champagne.

-Yes, let's do.

Champagne.

A man never had three finer kids.

You hear that.

A toast just for us.

-A toast.

-Thank you.

here, Joy. That's good luck. Good luck.

-To another year.

-l'll drink to that.

-Many, many happy years, Barry.

-Many.

To Les Girls.

My girls.

-Bonjour, Angele, you're very swell.

-No. That's enough.

No! ''That's enough.''

You bourgeois French!

Joy, Joy, don't be coy.

hold up your glass.

lt's all l can do to hold up my head.

lt's all you can do to hold up

your pretty little head.

Sybil!

Sybil, Sybil, let's not quibble. Sybil.

All Sybil wants is little

old beddy-bye. Please.

So you're throwing me out.

You should, Barry. Angele?

Before you go, there is something

Sybil and l want to tell you.

-You're gonna hate us, Barry.

-lmpossible.

The truth is...

we want to give up the theater.

-Are you kidding?

-No, Barry.

We've just lost the taste

for a career, that's all.

And age isn't kind to dancers, you know.

Of course you're...

You're right, but...

l'd give up the act if you left me.

Barry, don't make us feel like deserters.

Let us go. Please.

how about you, Joy?

lf Sybil and Angele are giving up,

l suppose l have to.

lf that's what you want

l won't stand in your way.

-Oh, Barry, you're so dear to us.

-So understanding.

-So kind.

-So sweet.

-Can you forgive us?

-Any time.

You should go now.

Oh, Barry, you're so sweet.

-So dear.

-So adorable.

-So kind.

-So understanding.

That's where we came in, girls.

Come along, Barry dear.

We do love you.

You can go to your Gerald,

but l'm not so fortunate.

Pierre is cold to me.

My Gerald. l telephoned him this morning

and he couldn't even remember my name.

Oh dear, l'm depressed again.

You didn't tell them, did you?

Oh, Barry, l gave you my word.

l'm sorry, Joy.

But one gets suspicious

when time is running out.

You must get some rest now, dear.

Joy, l know this is a silly thing

to ask but...

would you mind seeing me home?

l'm a little shaky over all this.

Of course, dear.

-Would you like to lean on me?

-No.

l'll go out on my own two feet.

All those pictures of me.

Yes, you're always with me.

l'm touched.

-Barry, let me do that, please.

-Thank you.

May l get your robe for you? ln here?

Please don't. l hate to be a bother.

You're such a sweet kid.

Get some sleep now, Barry.

Good night.

[Barry groaning]

-Good night.

-Don't go. Just for a minute.

Well, just for a minute.

Where'd you get that dress?

l bought it for your party.

-how do you like that?

-l wanted to look especially nice for you.

-lt's beautiful.

-Thank you.

What is it? ls it silk?

No. Peau d'ange.

Peau d'ange. Angel skin.

lt sure feels like it.

-lt cost a fortune.

-Not much back to it.

With this kind of a dress,

you're paying for what they leave out.

You smell good.

Oh, no, we mustn't.

You mustn't get excited.

A little excitement's not gonna do me

any harm.

No, l'm responsible.

Tell me, who cleans up for you here?

Who cares?

Remember what the doctor told you?

The doctor told me not to dance.

l'm not gonna dance.

You mustn't exert yourself.

-You know that.

-Then stand still!

Don't make me run around tables.

lf you don't sit down and be calm,

l'm going.

Okay. Let me die if l want to.

Now, that's better.

You really don't know what's good for you.

l know what's good for me.

You don't know what's good for me.

You're making a wreck out of me.

-Would you like some water?

-Why?

-You wanna soak your feet?

-Please don't be cross with me.

l'm being strong for your sake.

Joy, l wanna confess something.

-Swear not to tell.

-haven't l proved you can trust me?

All right, look,

there's nothin' wrong with me.

l'm putting on an act.

Nothing wrong with you?

You made all that up?

Joy, are you sorry l'm not dying?

l only did it for Pierre and Gerald.

And the girls and ourselves, Joy.

And you swore me to secrecy

knowing l'd tell.

-Don't get excited.

-Don't you tell me not to get excited!

Of all the low contemptible tricks...

Where's your sense of humor?

l was only playing cupid.

Cupid? You?

-You dirty old fake.

-Joy, remember my heart.

-Your heart? ha, your heart!

-Joy, remember you're a lady.

When l think of what

l paid for this dress...

Joy, please.

Please, Joy, because if l...

Joy! Wait! Please.

Joy, l wanna tell you that l love you.

l can't live without you!

l love you.

l love you!

Joy, l love you! Do you hear me?

Everyone in Paris can hear you. Go home.

l wanna see you. l wanna apologize.

l'm gonna stay here all night

until you answer me! l'll yell all night.

l love you.

You Americans. ln the name of peace,

go up and tell her quietly.

Let decent people sleep.

Joy, please.

[Sniffing]

Joy!

Angele!

Sybil!

That's what happened.

Both girls were lying on the floor

unconscious, overcome by gas.

-Both of them?

-Both of them.

We got them to the hospital

and they recovered.

But we never got together again.

That was the end of Les Girls.

Mr. Nichols do you mean

to tell this court...

that both of these ladies

attempted suicide?

Why, no, sir.

Neither of them attempted suicide.

-Neither?

-Neither. lt was an accident.

You see, the connection on that

old heater was always coming loose.

When the girls recovered

they never saw each other again so...

naturally they each thought

the other had turned on the gas.

And that is the truth?

Your Lordship, l'm under oath.

Thank you, Mr. Nichols, that will be all.

ln view of what we have just heard...

the counsel may wish to reconsider

their course of action.

Madam Ducros came into court

to protect her reputation...

not for monetary consideration.

l don't think that my learned friend

can strenuously object...

if l move for withdrawal of this case.

The Defense does not object, My Lord.

Members of the jury, it seems that you

will no longer be troubled with this case.

Thank you. You are excused.

-What a beastly trick.

-But darling, l loved you.

-l wanted you.

-Look, now don't speak to me.

-You've ruined my career.

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