Quartet Page #6

and he's gonna be absolutely OK.

He's going for a check-up.

Dr Cogan, he is still conscious,

isn't he?

He's fully conscious,

Norma, yes.

And he wouldn't want

any of us worrying, now.

Would he? So, you just

enjoy your breakfast, OK?

With everything in life,

I'd just like to ask you one question.

# Why, you silly so and so

# With all your dough

# Are you havin' any fun

# What y'gettin' out of livin'

# What good is what you've got

# If you're not havin' any fun

# Are you havin' any laughs

# Are you gettin' any lovin'

# If other people do

# So can you

# Have a little fun

# After the honey's in the comb

# Little bees go out and play

# Even the old grey mare down home

# Has got to have hay

# Are you havin' any fun

# You ain't gonna live forever

# Before you're old and grey

# Still OK

# Have a little fun, son

# Have a little fun! #

Go away.

Jean?

- It's me, Cissy.

- Just go away, Cissy, please.

I- I know you're upset,

so I brought you some flowers

and I picked them myself.

Aren't they lovely? Look.

I thought these

might really cheer you up.

And Nobby doesn't usually

allow us to pick any flowers,

and especially not the ones

in the woodland, not even those.

And I really wanted to get you bluebells

because I know you love bluebells.

Because we talked about

them before.

But I wondered also, would you like

to talk about the quartet?

No! I would not like

to talk about the quartet!

- Oh!

- Get out!

Why did she do that?

Why did she do that?

Ahhh!

Is this my house?

It's a lovely place.

This is Beecham House.

It's not your room.

It's another room.

You've come here to

have a rest, Cissy.

You're... you're...

...my friend.

Sheryl.

Sheryl. Yes.

- Sheryl.

- Mm-hmm.

And this is...?

Reggie.

And, of course,

this is a naughty, naughty man.

Hi, Cissy.

Where's... where's...

...where's my, um...

Where's my... my thing?

I got your bag here, Cissy.

That's my bag.

- This is my...

- Mm-hmm.

Yes.

See?

- That's mine.

- Mm-hmm.

- And what were you listening to?

- Mmm...

What's that?

Cissy... this is our quartet.

You... you've been listening to us.

It's new. It's new.

- Mm-hmm.

- Yes.

- This is...

- The one they re-issued.

This is new. Yep. That's mine.

Wilf... Wilf, that's...

...that's my swimming costume.

It certainly is, Cissy.

- Mmm.

- Yes.

Yes.

This... this place is

a concept for me.

Because I've got no husband

and no children.

I've got you.

- Mm.

- Indeed you have, Cissy.

All of you.

I think she should get some rest.

Lovely girl.

Beautifully endowed.

- Have you seen Cissy?

- Yes.

How is she?

- She's...

- Fine.

I'll come back in the morning.

Yes, of course, Ms Horton.

You be sure

to tell her I came to see her.

Absolutely.

Jean, is that you?

I thought I recognised your voice.

As if one couldn't.

Frank?

Frank White!

It's nothing serious,

just one of my dizzy spells.

But I won't be taking part in the gala.

I had no idea you were here.

I would've come to see you earlier.

Oh, dear, dear Frank.

I'm sorry you're not well.

What a fling we had.

What a fling indeed.

Short, but giving.

And that beautiful hotel.

- You...

- Yes.

You've been up to

your usual tricks.

Poor Cissy.

I don't know what came over me.

I feel so ashamed.

She does so want to

perform the quartet.

Jean.

Take part.

If you can't sing at the gala,

do conjuring tricks.

The only alternative

is to be guest of honour

at the crematorium.

Ah! Qual Colpo Inaspettato!

# Dolce nodo

# Nodo

# Avventurato

# Che fai paghi

# Andiamo

# I miei desiri

# Dolce nodo

# Nodo

# Awenturato

# Presto andiamo

# Che fai paghi... #

- Oh, thank you.

- There's some change, Ms Horton.

No, you keep that.

Could you give this to Mr Paget?

- Of course I will.

- Thank you.

It's the only trio

we could come up with, Bobby.

Are you sure about this, Wilfred?

Well, the three of us must have

sang the Barber a dozen times.

You'll need at least six sessions.

- Six?

- Mmm.

- Who's that from?

- Ms Horton.

Did she say yes?

Oh. How good of you to come.

Please. Please sit down.

Why don't you sit on the bed, Cissy?

I have some little gifts for you.

First, I want to apologise,

especially to you, Cissy.

What I did to you was appalling,

and I am... I'm so very sorry.

Thank you.

This is for you, Wilf.

Oh, thank you.

I don't even remember

you throwing flowers at me.

This is for you, Reggie.

There.

I really am very sorry.

My fault entirely.

I think I know what it is.

- Lime marmalade.

- A CD of our Rigoletto.

How lovely.

Yes, I know you have copies, but these

are signed, so they're rather valuable.

And I wrapped them myself.

I thought perhaps you did.

- Well, is that it?

- Yes.

This should do rather well on eBay,

I would imagine.

Come on, Cissy.

Have you changed your mind

about the gala?

Well, of course, she hasn't.

I mean, why should she?

It's only a celebration in honour of the

greatest composer for the human voice

who ever bloody lived, that's all.

You must understand.

I was someone once.

I thought I was someone now.

I can't insult the memory of who I was.

What are you talking about, memory?

Whose memory?

Your fans?

Your fans are dead!

Gone, split, bought the farm!

Except the ones who've moved in here,

and they're just waiting to die.

We've all aged. It's crept up

on all of us without us even noticing.

I'm the same old Wilf I always was,

thankfully, with a little bit of

testosterone to keep me interested.

Now, I'm gonna say something

that's a wee bit rude to you.

Just f***ing do it!

My gift deserted me.

It deserts us all, Jean.

It's called life.

Oh, my darling.

Old age is not for sissies.

No.

Jean?

Let go.

What's it matter now

what anyone says or thinks?

You might even enjoy it.

Are you telling me

to go out and smell the roses?

No, I'm telling you to sing.

The roses are long gone. But the

chrysanthemums are magnificent.

They certainly are, Cissy.

Jean, if you say yes,

Cedric will give us the finale

instead of Anne Langley.

- Anne Langley?

- Yes.

Yes, she wanted to sing Violetta.

And she was, of course,

a very fine Violetta.

Oh, pull yourself together, Cissy.

Violetta's supposed to be

dying of tuberculosis.

She sounded as if she

was singing Falstaff.

Well, she's singing Tosca now.

Over my dead body.

Is that a yes?

So, you decided to sing

in the gala after all.

Yes, they've persuaded me

to join them in the quartet.

Really? I would've thought you

would want to sing an aria, dear.

No, I prefer to sing

with my friends.

How are your high

notes nowadays?

Just a little shaky, dear.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Now, when I sang Gilda...

Yes, I heard it was a triumph.

I remember my mother

telling me about it.

# Happy birthday to you

# Happy birthday to you

# Happy birthday, dear Octavia

# Happy birthday to you. #

Speech! Speech!

Now, when I play Gilda...!

I may crack on the

high notes.

Toccata and Fugue in D Minor

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