Stars Don't Die in Liverpool Page #4

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- Oh, thank you.

- Georgie!

- Darling.

- Mwah, mwah.

- Oh.

Superlatives are redundant.

- This is my good friend Peter.

- Hi.

- This is Georgie, who produced this gig.

- Hi.

There's an exquisite brasserie in Soho.

We can stay up, wait for the rave reviews.

Gloria, it's time for the photo shoot.

Oh, OK. Just give me a minute.

- Georgie, thank you.

- Darling.

- You were so beautiful.

- Oh, gosh.

- Congratulations, Miss Grahame.

- Thank you. Thank you so much.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

Georgie wants to f*** you.

Darling, everybody here wants to f*** me.

Gloria, you're great!

There's card men and crap-shooters

They congregate around the Metropole

Wearing flashy ties and collars

But where they get their dollars

They've all got an ace down in the hole

- How's she doing?

- Oh, she's all right.

She's still sleeping.

She looks in a bad way.

She has gas in her stomach.

Gas?

It's American for indigestion.

Well...

I don't know anything,

but I hope it's that, son.

I do hope so.

- I'll take this up.

- All right.

Dumped in the skip on Lark Lane.

That's probably for a reason.

Help us into the shed with it.

I'll treat you to a pint.

Your ma's here if Gloria wakes up.

She'll sort her out.

Come on, have a pint with your old fella.

Spitting feathers here.

Here you go.

Hold on!

Go on! There you go!

We saw all her films, you know, me and your ma.

- Big fans of Gloria we were.

- Yeah?

I knew you'd seen all her films.

I didn't know you were fans.

Well, we didn't know what to say when she turned up the first time.

We expected the sort of Gloria Grahame from Birkenhead or Penny Lane,

not that Gloria Grahame from the Woolton Picture Palace.

We never expected that Gloria Grahame in our kitchen,

necking a bacon butty, asking for tommy sauce.

Bit of a shock, huh?

- She were a bloke's actress, though.

- Mmm.

- That one with Bogart?

- Er, In A Lonely Place.

Gorgeous mouth.

You knew you'd get sore lips walking her home.

She needs to see a doctor.

Well, she won't. She won't.

And, er, she doesn't like 'em anyway.

Nobody likes them when they bring bad news but...

We'll care for her, though. It's just...

She needs her family if she's sick.

She needs to be with her own.

Operator?

Er, international, please.

United States, California.

And the number is 2-1-3-5-5-5...

Peter?

Peter!

Peter! Peter! Peter!

Peter! Peter!

White zone is for loading and unloading only.

Oh! Oh!

Well, baby...

Oh, my!

Look at that.

- Incredible, right?

- It's unbelievable.

God, everything just feels so sunshiney!

It's like the air is just full of, um...

Yeah, Hollywood horseshit. I know.

On a winter's day...

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