Yanks Page #6

- Happy New Year, Helen.

- Happy New Year, John.

- Good night.

- Good night.

Excuse me.

- Coming through.

- Excuse me.

- Here's your beer.

- Any more fares, please?

- Shut up! I'm just jingling his change.

- Using this?

No, love, take it away. I'm happy.

Ooh! He's a big lad for a little lad,

aren't you, chuck?

- It's like sitting on a bloody

stirrup pump. - You're disgusting.

Hark at Prissy Knickers. You know

what you got, Matt? A time bomb.

She'll blow your bloody head off

when she lets go.

I can't wait.

I got you a beer. Mind if I sit there?

Hey, ain't that the white boy

from the mess hall?

Look at him play! God damn!

I wanna dance.

Get off!

Gorgeous, ain't she?

Oh, yeah! Come on, Charley!

Move over, boy. I'm cutting in.

Get him out of there.

Get him off the floor.

- Let them dance.

- I don't think the lady wants that.

- It doesn't matter.

- I don't see no lady.

- Let them dance.

- Do you see a lady?

- Cool it, OK?

- He's drunk.

All I see is a whore

dancing with a n*gger.

- Get your hands off me.

OK, n*gger. Come on.

Come on. Dance with me one time.

That's all. Come on.

Please, let's have some order.

Please clear the floor.

Stop it!

God damn!

I can whip you! I can whip you, white boy!

I can whip you! I can whip you, white boy!

A**holes!

Hold him over the edge.

We gotta make an impressin on you.

We gotta learn you n*ggers

to keep your place. Dance to this.

I was only dancing with her.

- What's that?

- It's MPs.

- Sh*t.

Hey, hold it, man.

Break it up up there. All right, you.

- Never thought I'd be glad to see MPs.

- He was looking for it.

They'd have killed him

for dancing with a white girl?

Some places you just can't do that.

- You believe that too, do you?

- You saw what happened.

Come on, let's get outta here.

Come on, Mollie.

- Excuse me, would anyone like to dance?

- Do you want a dance?

Come on.

Yeah.

Are you dancing?

Will you just leave me alone?

I'll leave you alone.

Just keep walking. Just keep walking.

Sorry, sir. No more orders after

midnight. Residents only.

- It's New Year's Eve.

- It's New Year's Day.

- We had an extensin till one...

- I've been calling you for ten minutes.

- Have you?

- Yes.

Aren't I a monkey? I didn't see you.

Good night, Wing Commander.

All the best. Don't forget us.

I'm sorry, sir. It's the law, you know.

- What law?

- You have to be a guest.

- Staying with us in the hotel.

- To drink after hours.

Happy New Year to you.

- Good night, Mrs Moody.

- Sleep tight, Colonel.

- And a happy New Year to you.

- And to you. All the best.

- Let's hope it will be.

- You got a room?

If it were only up to me, I wouldn't...

Pardon?

- Do you have a room?

- Matt, it's not necessary.

- I think we can find you one.

- Good. I'd like a room.

Yes, sir. Single or um...

- Single. Now, am I a resident?

- Yes, sir.

- Good.

- What would you like to drink?

I would like a double whisky

to go with the single room

and a sherry for the lady.

Please.

- My pleasure.

- Thank you.

You like getting your own

way, don't you?

I needed a drink.

I left with you because

I didn't want to make a scene.

But if you do that again,

as if you own me...

- What would you do?

- I danced with another man...

You were making a point.

He wasn't some other man.

No, he's the kind

you're allowed to beat half to death...

The guy walked in there

with his eyes wide open.

He knew what he was doing.

It was a black guy and a white girl.

- He knew the score, Jean.

- There isn't any score.

This isn't Alabama or somewhere.

- And you just stood there.

- There was nothing I could do.

You didn't even try.

There we are. One key, one

double Scotch and a sherry.

I'm sorry, I can't let you have any

more, sir. Whisky is short, you know.

- Keep it.

- Thank you, sir.

Just call me if you require another.

Look, Jean,

you dig me out of goddamn Arizona,

it wasn't a state 50 years ago,

dump me in a town the Romans built,

and you expect me to act

the way you want me to act.

I'd want you to act

the same in Arizona.

Yeah, you would.

I don't know if I can change.

I don't even know if I want to.

We're different people, Jean.

We may talk the same, look the same,

but we just ain't the same.

And I like it.

- Why can't we leave it at that?

- Because I don't want to leave it.

I don't want to leave what we have.

I can try.

I can try, Jean.

That's about all I can promise you.

Well, finish your drink

and take me home, please.

OK.

Kind of a shame to waste a good room.

- Home.

- Home. OK.

Goodbye, Anna. Be a good girl.

- Your train leaves Manchester Central.

- I know, Mummy. You've told me.

Take care of her.

The train leaves Central.

She'll be all right.

- Stand clear!

- Keep your chin up.

We'll laugh about it all

when Daddy comes home, you'll see.

- Goodbye.

- Have a good term, both of you.

Be safe, giris.

Grab your coat and hat.

We're going on a trip.

- I can't go anywhere. I've too

much to do. - Give it a rest, will you?

You work too hard.

I took a day off. You should too.

- Where are you proposing we should go?

- I propose we should go to Ireland.

- Why are we going to Ireland?

- Top-secret.

- Ever been before?

- No. I've always wanted to.

Come on, let's go!

Top of the morning to you, buddy.

How you doing?

You got the usual?

Nylons, bourbon, cigarettes?

We're a little low on cigars.

Somebody's short-changing us.

- See you in six hours.

- You got ten minutes.

- What? - We gotta get out

before it gets socked in.

- Time for a quick drink.

- My guys need three cases of bourbon.

What else?

All we need is a bar of soap.

- What do you say, guys?

- Hi, Captain.

Not bad, huh?

Top-secret indeed!

You don't understand.

Wars are not fought with bombs alone.

What can I do you for, folks?

- What are you gonna have?

- I'd like a cup of coffee, please.

And I'd like a bottle of cold beer.

- Could I have a Coca-Cola as well?

- You can have anything we've got.

- Bring me some change. Dimes.

- I'd love some chocolate.

All of that stuff out there is just going

to generals and war correspondents.

All I'm doing is diverting a little

of it to the common man.

- Democracy in action.

- Now you're cooking!

- Cheers.

- Good health.

- You're not waiting to see if you've

won. - Know the odds against winning?

Last guy to beat that machine

was Al Capone.

- We flew that from Havana, Cuba.

- How come there's no roulette wheel?

We're working on it.

- Give me some more.

- I didn't know you were a gambler.

Neither did I.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Yeah!

- Wow! Fantastic!

- It's all in the attitude, you know.

Welcome to America.

Thank you.

- For what?

- For showing me Ireland.

They're pouring in.

Truckloads of 'em.

- Mother.

- What are you doing up here, Jean?

- There's a shop to open up, love.

- I'm going to ring the doctor.

There's nothing the matter with me.

My stomach's acting up, that's all.

It's this wartime rubbish

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