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His grandfather made laxatives.

Naming a nursing home

after him is frighteningly apt.

Um... these flowers are here

to welcome you.

I'll have them sent up to your room.

We're very lucky to

have you here.

Your room is as large

as Anne Langley's.

Oh, God, is she here?

It's a beautiful suite

in what we call the B Wing.

Well, it sounds like a prison.

The service lift

is currently being repaired,

but we have the chairlift,

which will be much easier.

Chairlift? What do I do

when I get to the top, ski down?

Brava!

Brava! Brava!

Brava! Brava!

Oh.

- Brava!

- Oh, how very kind.

Oh...

Brava!

Yeah, we could always do the Barber,

you, Cissy and me.

For the gala.

- Oh. You moved your ball.

- That's unthinkable! How dare you!

I just saw you move it.

With your foot.

Uh, Wilf, uh, she's married.

She gave me a look.

- Your shot.

- Thank you, Wilf.

You're never gonna get it from there,

anyway.

Oh, you watch me.

Told you.

I always wanted to sing Wagner - Tristan.

Never came my way.

Wilf, what are you doing?

What does it look like I'm doing?

- Wagner!

- There are people watching.

The British should stick

to British composers

like Rossini, Donizetti, Verdi.

Boys! Boys! Boys!

I know who it is.

I saw her. I saw her!

George was right, it is a star.

But you'll never, never guess who it is.

- Never.

- Well, tell us.

Don't keep us in suspense

for eternity.

No, you won't believe it.

As large as life

and twice as terrifying...

Um... Oh, it's gone. Um... uh...

Think, Cissy. Think.

- Soprano, beginning with G.

- Mary Garden.

- No, no, no, no.

- Rita Gorr?

- Galli-Curci.

- No! No! Oh, God!

Gilda.

- Gilda?

- Our Gilda.

- Rigoletto?

- Yes.

- Jean Horton?

- Yes.

Jean Horton. Yes.

Oh, my darling.

Steady, Reg.

Excuse me, Dr Cogan.

That's why you've kept it such a secret.

You didn't want me to know.

- You mean Jean Horton?

- I should have been consulted.

She was such a huge star...

I should have been consulted.

Well, she didn't want

media attention...

She didn't want? Nothing changes!

What about what I didn't want?!

- It had nothing to do with you, Reggie.

- Obviously not!

- I mean, it was simply at her request.

- She did know that I live here?

She did know that I live here?

Reggie, I'm sure

she's gonna be amicable...

With great respect, Dr Cogan,

you don't know her.

You don't know her.

I wanted a dignified senility.

Fat chance now she's here.

I'll have to find

somewhere else to live.

Sod it.

Don't you have one of your

talks tomorrow, Reggie?

- What? - Your talk,

with the children tomorrow.

Oh, God.

Uh... Excuse me.

# Ahhhh... #

Why don't they have tenors

like Jon Vickers anymore?

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