The Story of Vernon and Irene Castle Page #5

Maybe we're not quite ready yet.

Maybe we should rehearse some more.

And come back next week, huh?

- Yes, that's it.

- Come on Walter.

What are you doing, running away?

We thought we'd go home,

rehearse more and come back next week.

Next week? Now look,

you've been practicing for months...

...and you know everything fine. Why, you

did it for me last night. It was beautiful.

Come right back here and sit down.

When Mr. Fields tells you...

...keep your chin up, your chest out

and put your best foot forward.

Hello, Vernon.

Hello, Mrs. Castle.

How are the newlyweds?

Well, Vernon, what do you wanna

show me, a bride-and-groom skit?

Mr. Fields, it's a...

...it's a sort of a dance.

- It is a dance.

Since when have you had

dancing ambitions?

- Since he met me.

- Oh. Well, all right, let's look at it.

- Thanks.

- Charlie, put on the front border.

You sit here.

- I hope I don't disappoint you.

- Come on. You know...

...chin up, chest out

and best foot forward.

All right, Walter.

Very nice.

No?

Why not?

Well, now, who's gonna pay money

to see a man dance with his wife?

Look, I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll give Mrs. Castle a line in the show,

and as for you, Vernon...

...next season I'll hand you

a whole new scene.

- That will be...

- Mr. Fields, what kind of a scene?

Well, I'll tell you.

The idea is that I'm a bricklayer.

- Oh, and I'm your helper.

- Yes.

- You come on with a hat full of bricks.

- And you trip me up.

No, I shove you right in the cement.

- And I'm covered with it.

- You clumsy geek, pick up those bricks.

Oh, I see.

See, he is the one, Papa.

The droll one.

Oh, so droll in the barbershop.

Right back into the cement.

What's the matter?

- I'm sorry, sir, I can't do it.

- What?

Why not?

We're going to dance together.

- Say, whose idea is this?

- Ours.

Well, you know Vernon, as a comedian

you're valuable to me.

But as a dancer... Even two dancers.

- You wouldn't bring in two nickels.

We're sorry, Mr. Fields,

but we think you're wrong.

Maybe I'm wrong,

maybe you're wrong.

Now, don't take it too badly, Mrs. Castle.

We all make mistakes.

See you later, Vernon.

Greenhorn.

Do you think it's true,

what he said?

We can try some other managers.

We want to dance and we're going to.

I wish I knew where.

- Mr. Castle.

- Mr. Castle.

- Mr. Castle.

- Yes.

- I'm Mr. Aubel and this is Emile, my son.

- Oh, how do you do?

My father and I purchased from Mr. Fields

the French rights to The Hen Pecks.

And we reproduce the play

in the Paris next spring.

And we want you for our show.

You want...

Oh, Vernon, darling.

A honeymoon in Paris

and we get paid for it.

- You come?

- Sure, we'll come.

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