Chaplin Page #2

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Really, sir! This is too much.

Kindly remember, sir

this is a place of entertainment...

...not a bar...

...or rest home for inebriates!

Now, sit down and behave yourself.

Ladies and gentlemen

Mr. Charles Chaplin!

Good evening.

Hey, cookie.

Hello, dearie.

- Hello, Charlie.

I hear your governor's here tonight.

- I saw him.

Charlie, come and do me up, will you?

I'm so late!

I'll never make it.

When did it start?

This afternoon. He's four.

He was coughing his heart out.

It could be the croup. Call a doctor.

I can't afford a doctor!

Yankee Doodles

five minutes, please!

Come on. Girls, move.

My Harry was in last night.

He thought you were hysterical!

How do I look?

Fine, fine.

You're a good boy, Charlie.

You saved me.

What are you doing in here?

The others don't mind.

Well, I do!

You must be new.

I'm going to complain.

I'll tell Mr. Karno.

Dirty good-for-nothing.

Lips.

Lips.

I'm still going to complain.

Well, thanks, I suppose.

Last again?

I'll get your coat.

Look the other way.

Hello, hello, who's out on the town?

Evening, Governor.

And in my tails, at that!

Don't spill nothing down your front

lad. That suit cost me good money.

Fred, you old devil.

You watch him now.

Tomorrow he'll be at sea.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

Good evening. I booked a table.

Name of Chaplin.

Mr. Charles Chaplin.

I booked it a week ago.

There's nothing here, sir.

We're fully booked.

There must be some error.

I really did book that table.

You know?

I know.

It's cause that geezer

saw us with Karno.

They won't have theatricals

in them fancy places.

You wait. Someday they'll beg.

We'll walk in, you and me.

You in a fur, dripping jewels

me in my own whistle.

Whistle?

Whistle and flute. Suit.

Oh, I see.

Will you marry me?

No.

Where would I get the jewels?

From me. Engagement rings

wedding tiaras, rubies...

Charlie, I can't marry you.

I don't see why not.

I'm only sixteen.

But you'll get over that. Why else?

We hardly know each other.

This is our first date.

When I return from America

we'll spend more time together.

Are you serious?

Were you, Charlie?

You say you were.

I want to make sure.

It's on page forty-something.

Thirty-three.

I mean, you never even kissed her.

You think I don't know that?

I'll just backtrack for a moment.

After you had your mother

committed it all gets a bit vague.

Yes, it does.

Why?

Because I don't wish to remember.

Fair enough. But...

...if you'll allow me to say so...

...I don't think, and I know

this sounds very American

you shouldn't be afraid to let

the readers share your feelings.

Know what I mean?

You'll break me heart

if you say no.

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