Cilla

Excuse me.

Hi, Cilla. -Hi, love.

-Whoa! -Oh, here she is!

Ey! That's pushing in, that is!

What about us lot stood here?

Pipe down. She saved a place for me.

Hi there, all you cave dwellers.

We've got the hi-fi high and the lights down low.

-So here we go with The Big Three show! -(CROWD CHEERING)

# See the girl with the red dress on

# She can shake it all night long. Yeah, yeah

# All I've gotta say

# Tell me what I say now

# And when you see me in misery

# Come on, baby, stand by me Yeah, yeah

# All I've gotta say

# Tell me what I'd say now

# Hey!

# Hey!

# Ho!

# Ho!

# Huh! # Huh!

# Huh! # Huh!

# Huh! # Huh!

# Yeah, it's all right!

# Baby, it's all right now

# Yeah!

# Baby, it's all right

# Baby, it's all right now

# Tell me what I say now #

All right, then. Come on, girls. It's your turn now.

Is there anyone out there wants to come up here and show the fellas how it's done?

Me! Me!

Go on, Cil. Cil, go and have a go.

No, no. They won't want me.

-You can sing? -Yeah, she can. Oh, go on, please!

Over here!

All right, you. Come on up.

-What's your name? -It's Susan.

-It's Susan, everyone. -(CHEERING)

-And what do you wanna do, love? -Er, Fever.

Okay, everyone, here she is. Give her a big hand. It's Susan.

Yeah!

# Never know how much I love you

# And you never know how much I care

# 'Cause when you put your arms around me

# I get a fever that's so hard to bear

# You give me fever #

Oh, come on, Cil!

-Will I see you tomorrow? -Maybe.

Maybe? Why only maybe?

I... I don't really want a boyfriend. I'd better go.

It's a shame I couldn't let him take me home.

Me mum would have a fit.

-What, 'cause he's... -Yeah. A Proddy.

Oh, it's so annoying.

I never seem to fancy any Catholic fellas.

They're too busy going after all the Proddy girls.

Yeah, 'cause they know they won't get nothing off of us!

(CHILDREN YELLING INDISTINCTLY)

Sometimes I don't wanna walk all the way round the back

just to get in me own home, Vera.

So, I come through the barber's downstairs.

I was walking past his customers the other day and he says to me,

"Eh, you, back stairs!"

Yeah, like I was a scullery maid!

-I could have died of shame. -(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

-Door! -Door!

-Can't somebody answer it? -It'll be for you, anyway.

You got 'em!

Arrived this morning!

Oh! I love 'em!

Mum!

I have to got to get a pair of blue jeans.

Look. Pat's got 'em from Pauline's mum's catalogue.

Only one and three a week. Fab, aren't they?

I don't like them. I'm sorry, Pat.

They're just not very elegant.

Oh, don't listen to her. I'm getting a pair.

I've had a raise at work.

-Have you? -Cilla's got herself a very good new job, V.

Typist at British Insulated Callender's Cables Company Limited.

Mmm. Her school report said she was suitable for office work.

We were so proud, me and him.

Imagine that. The first one in the family suitable for office work.

Shut up, Mum. Come on, Pat.

Bye, Vera. Ta-ra, Dad.

-Ta-ra. -Ta-ra.

Go the back way.

Don't give that bloody barber the satisfaction.

Did er... Did they say if your Ronnie was suitable for office work?

You know they didn't.

Hmm...

When I start going steady me fella's gotta be older than me.

And I want him to be sophisticated.

Oh, yeah. Sophisticated.

-He's gotta be at least 23, Pat. 23 or 25. -Hmm.

27. (CHUCKLES)

And he's gotta have loads of money to spend on me.

-Oh, yeah. -And a car.

Oh, yeah.

I'm sick of getting blisters from walking everywhere.

-(CILLA KNOCKS ON DOOR) -(SIGHS)

This'll look great when it's done, Elsie.

You'll look like Doris Day. Won't she, Pat?

It's a very natural look. Platinum blonde it's called.

-Is it? -Mmm.

-Give it a bit of time to take, then we'll rinse it off. -Okay.

You know, when we open our salon, we're gonna have rows of sinks in there,

and we can wash your hair while you're sitting at the chair.

And when'll that be?

We'll have to go to college and do training first.

Well, that's a point.

They generally don't let you open a salon

until you've got the first clue what you're doing.

That's normally a condition.

Shut up, Ringo!

Don't listen to him. It's good of you to let us practise on you.

Anyway, I thought you had your heart set on being a singer?

I have. The salon's a back-up, isn't it?

You should come and watch me play with me band one night.

Rory Storm and the Hurricanes they're called.

He's a Hurricane.

Well, if we go it'll be for Rory Storm, not you.

You know bands have been getting girls up on stage to do numbers with 'em?

Yeah. Rory said he might try it at one of our gigs.

You know, people like it, girls singing rock 'n' roll.

He should get 'em to play the drums. It might be an improvement.

-Hey, Cil. -What?

Your mother's on fire.

-(GASPS) Oh! -Come on, Elsie.

We'll rinse that off now. You're all right.

You all right, girl? How's it going?

What are you doing here?

That's not very friendly, is it?

You'll get me the sack!

I've come to ask you something.

-Hamburg? -In Germany.

Yeah, I know where it is.

Why do you want to take me with you?

It's because you're a good singer, aren't you?

Look, the contract says we have to have a girl singer, all right?

I've asked a few others and they've turned us down.

And you're the only one left I could think of.

Do you really think I could do it?

Yeah, definitely.

But you've got to prove to Rory first that you can sing.

And how do I do that?

Oh, just come up on stage with us one night.

I'll square it with the lads.

Show 'em you've got what it takes and then the job's yours.

I don't know what me dad would say.

# You know she wiggles like a glow worm

# Dance like a spinnin' top

# She got a crazy partner You ought to see 'em reel and rock

# As long as she got a dime the music won't never stop

# Roll over, Beethoven

# Roll over, Beethoven

# Roll over, Beethoven

# Roll over, Beethoven

# Roll over, Beethoven

# Dig these rhythm and blues #

Come on, then. Oh, don't back out now.

-I don't know. -Come on.

Eh, Rory! Excuse me.

Rory! Let me friend Cilla have a go, will you? Cilla White.

Oh, go on. Ringo said it'd be all right.

Let her up. Yeah. Come on.

Okay, we're gonna have a song now from Cilla in the audience.

-(CHEERING) Come on.

-What do you want to sing? -Erm, A Shot of Rhythm and Blues?

Okay. Go on.

All right, lads. A Shot of Rhythm and Blues.

It's a one, two, three, four.

# Well, when your hands start a-clapping and your fingers start a-snapping

# And your feet start a-moving around

# And you start to swing and sway when the band starts to play

# A real cool, way-out sound

# And if you just can't help it and you can't sit down

# You feel like you gotta move around

# You get a shot of rhythm and blues

# With just a little rock 'n' roll on the side

# Just for good measure

# You get a pair of dancing shoes

# With your lover by your side

# Don't you know you're gonna have a lot of pleasure?

# Don't you worry 'bout a thing when you start to dance and sing

# And chill bumps come up on you

# And when the rhythm finally hits you and the beat hits you, too