The Story of Vernon and Irene Castle Page #7

- I'm sure this one is.

Of course you're sure.

You get 10 percent of what I pay him.

My nerves are on edge.

- Can't you work faster?

- Faster? Faster...

Maggie, I can't stand it.

Lady Bolton, please, please.

You take your time.

Look.

- Madam, the pose.

- You expect me to pose...

...when we all may be killed

at any instant?

I don't care if he is a genius.

Either this bedlam ceases, or I leave.

Stop it.

Stop it up there.

All right.

We heard you.

Well, at least we can eat.

I'm gonna move out of this place.

- Eat what?

- Oh, what have we here?

Would you carve?

- I'm not hungry.

- Oh, Vernon.

Why don't we get a call from the Aubels?

Why don't they start?

- Maybe we're not in the show.

- You know we are.

Oh, Vernon, you're the optimist. You're

the one that always sees the bright side.

Bright side?

Look.

- Darling, that's all that's left.

- Walter.

Quiet. Quiet.

They've started rehearsals

for the show.

- Started rehearsals?

- That's what it says.

- Repetition commences.

- Why didn't Mr. Aubel let us know?

What's the difference? The show starts,

our salary starts. Come on.

- Walter, where are my dancing shoes?

- In the trunk.

- Oh, no, they're on your feet.

- Oh. Come on, let's go.

Oh, wait a minute.

I can't go until I press my suit.

- You and Walter go, I'll meet you there.

- All right. Hurry.

Hello, Mr. Aubel.

Ah, Monsieur Castle.

Why didn't you tell us rehearsals started?

Did you think we didn't need any?

- But you knew what you have to do.

- Come.

There she is.

- Oh, but you hired us to dance.

- Dance?

No, no, no.

We have the dance.

- Oh, you will be a knockout, Mr. Castle.

- All Paris will laugh.

You are a very funny man.

The whole French nation

You will hear them saying

A real sensation and the people

Will stay till the break of the day

While we are dancing

Well...

...what happened?

False alarm.

Hello, Zowie.

I got myself all pressed up.

You look nice too.

Don't she, Vernon?

Yeah.

What happened?

Well...

Here's a present for you.

Oh, my little Dutch cap.

We didn't have money to buy this.

We haven't now.

Darling, they didn't hire us to dance.

They just want me for

the barbershop scene I did with Fields.

I won't do it, Irene.

I told them I wouldn't.

But then they brought up

the money we owe them.

Vernon, would they let you dance alone...

...because if they would...

Do you think I'd wanna dance

without you?

I should have let you

keep on doing what you were doing.

It's all my fault.

No, it isn't.

Look, darling, we're all right now.

After all, you have got a job.

May not be the job we wanted,

but still it's a job.

Maybe later on...

...we get a chance...

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