The Last of the Blonde Bombshells Page #5

The Blonde Bombshells, in the war?

Adolph Hitler,

Winston Churchill, Tommy Handley.

You played the alto sax, remember?

We sang like The Andrews Sisters.

- Don't Fence Me In.

- Mares Eat Oats And Does Eat Oats.

Pardon me, boy

Is that the Chattanooga choo-choo?

Vera.

Alas, poor Vera.

Alas, poor Joan.

Oh, the roses.

They're lovely.

At least you remembered us, Evelyn.

I remember you.

You were always pretty.

I remember him, he was always flash.

What are you in for?

- Legal tender.

- Is that an offense?

Getting things if you haven't got

any legal tender, that's an offense.

You get to play any music?

There's a bird, comes in once a week.

Teaches what she calls musical therapy.

But I never let on.

You need your secrets in a place like this.

Thanks for the flowers. They're lovely.

Look...

...a petal's fallen off already.

Alas, poor Evelyn.

This is all a ghastly mistake.

Guided tours of the cemeteries of England.

Goodwill missions to the living dead.

O ye of little faith. Come on, look.

Annie.

Two old sinners want to say hello.

Elizabeth!

And you.

You're looking good, Sister.

That's because I am good.

How long has this

goodness been going on?

Since I dumped you, Brother.

You'll find that God is much better value

in the long term.

- Are you looking for salvation?

- No.

- We're trying to get the band together.

- Band?

I'm sorry, I don't play

that kind of music anymore.

It's for my granddaughter.

It's not negotiable, I'm sorry.

I told you, it's a ghastly...

You got any small change?

- Sorry.

- Sorry.

I've had him checked out.

My God, you sound like the FBI.

The man used to run a casino.

He's an undischarged bankrupt

and he's been to prison.

I can do better than that.

She's rounding up her Blonde Bombshells...

...and threatening to play

at Joanna's school dance.

Where would you like to

run away to today?

- It's your turn to choose.

- Hastings, please.

- There's racing at Goodwood.

- I know, but I've chosen Hastings.

Betty the band leader lives at Hastings.

She's expecting you with a friend.

- I'm her ex-husband, for God's sake.

- I know that.

I'm sure she'll be civilized about it.

- This is Betty we're talking about.

- We're going to need a band leader.

That's reasonable, isn't it?

I'm not very good at reasonable.

Well, try harder.

- Nice one, Betty.

- Go, Betty.

Thank you, music lovers.

Now, in response to many requests,

there will be a short period of silence.

Betty.

The one and only.

There'll never be another.

Oh, darling.

You haven't changed a bit.

More than I can say for you.

- Thanks.

- Come, let's have a drink.

And something for my friends.

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