Stars Don't Die in Liverpool Page #6

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Your mum is in Liverpool with me.

And she's not well, Tim.

A bit of soup, maybe, later.

Hi.

Hiya.

So, we've decided that Bella can be my mom, too.

Yep.

- Ma?

- What?

Can you help me get Gloria into something warm, please?

- What?

- Well, why?

Because we're going out.

- Out?

- What?

- Yeah.

- Out where?

I can't tell you, can I?

It'll ruin the surprise.

Don't be daft. It's cold out there.

She needs to be in here where it's warm.

Ma, it's just for a couple hours.

- No, it's a stupid idea.

- Mum!

No, no, that's final. No.

Bella, I love you but you know, I like surprises.

Are you sure?

Because I think it's going to rain.

Uh, yeah, I'll try.

Well, I think I've got some spare thermals somewhere.

Right.

Ahh.

It's beautiful.

They've been treading these boards since 1886.

Nice one, Jack.

Thanks, mate.

What's this?

Well, I thought we'd have some fun.

Oh.

- You OK?

- Mmm.

- Comfortable?

- Yeah.

The Bard's the nuts, huh?

Oh.

Hmm?

Act one, scene five.

Shall we?

- OK.

- Yeah?

If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine,

the gentle sin is this:

my lips,

two blushing pilgrims released into smooth and rough touch

with a tender kiss.

Good pilgrim,

you do wrong your hand too much,

which mannerly devotion shows in this,

for saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch

and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.

Have not saints lips,

and holy palmers too?

Ay, pilgrim,

lips that they must use in prayer.

O, then, dear saint,

let lips do what hands do: they pray.

Grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.

Saints

do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.

Then move not

while my prayer's effect I take.

Thus from my lips, by thine,

my sin is purged.

Then have my lips...

Then have my lips

the sin that they have took.

Sin from thy lips?

O trespass sweetly urged!

Give me my sin again.

You kiss by the book.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea.

My love as deep.

The more I give to thee,

the more I have,

for both are infinite.

Thank you.

- I'm tired now.

- Yeah.

Come on.

All the leaves are brown

And the sky is grey

I went for a walk

On a winter's day

I'd be safe and warm

If I was in LA

Oh, California dreamin'

On such a winter's day...

Well, baby, all the leaves

The leaves, the leaves are brown

And the sky is grey

Oh, I went for a walk

On a winter's day

I, I, I'd be safe and warm...

...airport straight to the hospital, uh, you know, so,

it's a hard enough journey.

Anyway, we gotta get the 6:20 flight to Heathrow tomorrow morning and then,

then onto JFK.

- Pete.

- Hiya, Tim.

- Finally.

- You all right?

- Thanks for all you've done for Mom.

- Oh, yeah.

It's above and beyond the call of duty.

What's going on?

Mom wants to see her doctor in New York.

So, Joe, we need to be leaving here at 4:00 am for Liverpool Airport.

Yeah, I'll, er, I'll have a word with me mate about that taxi.

- Thanks.

- I'll set the alarm,

get everybody up.

Thanks, Bella.

And all of you, for everything.

- Nice to meet you.

- You, too.

- Ta-ra, lad.

- See you tomorrow.

May I use the phone upstairs for final arrangements?

No need to ask, Tim.

She can't get on a plane.

The journey will kill her.

Peter...

Tim is Gloria's son.

If he makes that decision,

then our family must support him.

It's time to let her go, love.

Oh, be careful.

- Are you OK, Gloria?

- I'm OK.

OK?

- That's it.

- OK.

- Bring her down here.

- I got it. Let's set her down.

May the Lord protect you, Gloria Grahame.

Don't forget.

What, my love?

Manila.

OK.

One, two, three.

- That's it.

- Easy, easy, easy.

And over.

OK.

Watch her head, Joe.

OK, go on. Watch her head.

OK, all the way back.

OK.

You all right there, Gloria?

- Yeah, I'm OK.

- Are you OK?

- Yeah.

- There you go.

Hey.

How do I look?

You look beautiful, Gloria.

Forever.

OK.

All right.

Hey, come on, soft lad.

Yeah.

Hey, come here. Come here.

Come here, come here. All right?

Right, I'm getting off.

I'll see yous later.

- Is he all right?

- Yeah. Yeah, he'll be fine.

He's sound. He'll be all right.

Don't worry about him.

Joe, before you go, will you fetch the big suitcase up from the basement?

Me and your dad need to pack.

Nice one.

Hmm.

Those nominated for the Best Performance

by an Actress in a Supporting Role

are Gloria Grahame, The Bad And The Beautiful, MGM,

Jean Hagen, Singin' In The Rain, MGM,

Colette Marchand, Moulin Rouge, Romulus, United Artists,

Terry Moore, Come Back, Little Sheba, Hal Wallis and Paramount,

and Thelma Ritter, With A Song In My Heart,

20th Century Fox.

The winner is Gloria Grahame,

The Bad And The Beautiful.

Thank you.

- There you are. Thank you, my love.

- Thank you.

Thank you very much.

She just made it.

Am I fine, am I pleasing?

Are you pitying, are you teasing?

You shouldn't look at me

You shouldn't look at me that way

Should a glance from you just shoot through me

If a glimpse of you could undo me

You shouldn't look at me

You shouldn't look at me that way

Time among all of your enemies

Leaves you nothing but bitter memories

From the first blush of affection

To avoiding your own reflection

You shouldn't look at me

You shouldn't look at me

That way

Now the flashbulbs bedazzle

While you're figuring out this puzzle

You shouldn't look at me

You shouldn't look at me that way

Don't take more than I offer

All my love around make you suffer

You shouldn't look at me

You shouldn't look at me that way

Time among all of your enemies

Makes disguises from drastic melodies

From the first blush of detection

To avoiding your own reflection

You shouldn't look at me

You shouldn't look at me that way

You shouldn't look at me that way

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