Vote for Huggett Page #5

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- Well, I had promised to go out...

- Could I ask you to put it off?

Just this once? I'm in rather a hole.

There's a tricky job to settle with Harris

at the Blue Star Roadhouse,

and I'll need a note-taker.

We could have a spot to eat afterwards.

Can you bear the idea?

- Well, if you need me.

- Good girl. I knew I could rely on you.

We'll get moving about 6:30.

I'll be ready.

(Tyres squealing)

- Oh, hello!

- Hello, Pet.

- You're not waiting for Susan, are you?

- Yes. Why?

Well, she's just rung up. She's working overtime.

- Oh. Well, when will she be back?

- Not for ages. She said not to wait for supper.

- But didn't she leave any message for me?

- I don't think so.

I say, are you sure?

I'm sorry - I can't wait. I'll be late for the club.

Let's order a drink, shall we?

I'll scout round for old Harris. What'll it be?

Oh, I don't mind. Anything.

Well, what about a little gin and something?

French?

Two gin and French, Harvey.

I'll go and see if he's about. Won't be a second.

? Swing band

? Compliments will get you nowhere

? With a girl like me

? What are you trying to sell me

with those pretty speeches?

? Pretty is as pretty does,

the Good Book teaches

? Compliments will get you nowhere

? Words don't make me thrill

? But if you think a lot of me and want to show it

? Words are only words,

so, baby, make me know it

? Compliments will get you nowhere

? Like some talkin' of affection will

- A drink?

- Oh, thank you.

Well, here's to your lovely blue eyes.

You're wrong, Mr Lever. They're grey.

Oh, are they? Well, only 50 per cent wrong.

They're still lovely. Do you like it here?

- Not bad.

- They've got a good band.

If Harris doesn't keep us all night,

we might have a turn round the floor.

- I'd like that.

- Good. We'll try and hurry him up.

Excuse me, sir. A message for you.

Mr Harris has been delayed.

He won't be able to get here for an hour.

He's very sorry.

He hopes you'll have dinner here while you wait.

Oh, that's not a bad idea. We'll eat straightaway.

Very good, sir. I've got a table for you over there.

- I'm starving. How are you?

- Oh, I'm quite peckish.

- I'm as hungry as a wolf.

- As long as you don't eat me!

Oh, I wouldn't be too sure of that, Miss Huggett.

(Both laugh)

? Light swing-band tune

- You probably think our business is awfully dull.

- Oh, no, I don't, really.

(Chuckles)

As a matter of fact, it can be quite exciting,

when you know what's going on.

For instance, right at this moment,

everyone who's in the know is selling.

- Why?

- Because land values are going to drop.

- How do you know?

- Inside information.

If you've got a property worth 1,000 today,

it may drop to 500 inside a month.

All the smart boys are getting out now.

Mum had an offer for her little bit of land.

Should I tell her?

Who's the offer from?

A man called Christie, I think.

Well, he's a very reliable chap.

Honest, too. I've done business with him myself.

If his offer's anything like good,

my advice would be to take it, quickly.

I'll tell Mum.

No charge for the advice,

since it's all in the family.

Excuse me, sir.

Mr Harris has come through again.

He's very sorry, but he can't manage it tonight.

He hopes you can make it tomorrow, instead.

All right.

Well, there's only one thing I can say after that.

What?

- May I have the pleasure of this dance?

- Oh, yes, of course.

- Is that you, Peter?

- Yes, Mr Huggett.

- What are you doing here this time of night?

- Waiting for Susan.

- Isn't that girl home yet?

- No. She's doing overtime.

- Well, that's no reason why you should.

- I know.

But I've just got to, Mr Huggett.

Well, don't you be silly.

Waiting for a woman's a mug's game.

- Yes, Mr Huggett.

- You cut off home, before you get pneumonia.

- Yes, Mr Huggett.

- Off you go, now.

- Good night.

- Good night.

- Happy?

- Mmm.

- We ought to do this more often.

- Mmm.

(Engine stops)

- What's the matter?

- I don't know.

(Turns ignition key)

Something wrong.

I'd better take a look.

Oh, excuse me.

Just pull the throttle out.

Now, try the starter, will you?

- Where?

- On the floor, by your foot.

(Engine splutters)

Are you out of petrol?

No, it's not that.

Blast the thing. (Chuckles)

No. I'm afraid it's something serious.

I can't do anything.

Well, what are we going to do? Walk?

We'd never make it. It's nearly 20 miles.

- Well, can't we get a lift?

- I doubt it. Nothing much comes this way.

But this is terrible!

Look, there's a pub I know about half a mile off.

They can probably put us up for the night.

- For the night? But Mum would have a fit.

- Well, why? You'll be quite safe.

She'd never believe that.

Too much like the old story.

I know. It's ridiculous, isn't it?

But you could ring her up when we get there,

and we'll do whatever she says. Right?

I suppose so. I'll get my hat.

(Motorcycle engine)

(Excitedly) Peter! What are you doing here?

I'm just on my way home.

Is... is something wrong?

- My car's broken down.

- Hmm.

Well, I'm afraid I don't know much about cars.

I can give you a lift, Susan, if you like.

Oh, Peter, can you?

- I can't manage two, I'm afraid.

- Well, what am I supposed to do?

You'd better stay and look after the car,

hadn't you? Goodbye.

Goodbye!

(Jaunty song on car radio)

(Radio off, starts engine)

- Thanks a lot, Peter.

- Oh, that's all right.

You took it very well,

after the way I let you down.

I'd do anything for you, Susan. Anything.

By the way,

how did you happen to be on that road?

- I was looking for you.

- Why?

Because...

I love you.

SUSAN:
What's loving me got to do with it?

PETER:
Well, I didn't want you

to get into any trouble. That's all.

You mean, you didn't trust me out with Mr Lever.

Is that it?

- Well, as a matter of fact... yes.

- I can take care of myself.

It didn't look like it - getting stuck

in a broken-down car with a married man!

- Who... who said he's married?

- I do.

- Well, he isn't.

- Oh, yes, he is.

How do you know?

- Never you mind.

- You're just saying that because you're jealous!

For Pete's sake, why don't you two get married

and let us all have some sleep, for a change?

Good evening, Mr Huggett.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I should like to remind you that a month today

we are holding a special baby show.

Two-thirty till six. All mothers are welcome.

Fathers too, of course.

- (Laughter)

- With valuable prizes for the prettiest baby.

Now, although time is short -

I repeat:
only a month -

I shall count upon you all to rally round

and produce

a record number of babies for the show.

(Laughter)

I now come to the...

.. pice de rsistance of the afternoon.

I shall call upon Miss Petula Huggett

to conclude our meeting with a song.

Come along, Petula!

(Applause)

Thank you.

Er... I hope you don't mind if I sing an old song.

But I think the old songs are often the best.

Don't you?

This is my favourite, and I hope you like it, too.

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