All Night Long

***Subtitles by gnl***

- Hey, Rodney. - Don't stop now, man.

Hope you don't mind. I just walked in.

Liberty Hall. I'll be right with you.

Care for a taste, Chas?

Yeah, that'll go good, Rod.

Food and drink hasn't arrived yet. Ought to be here any minute.

Found half a bottle of scotch, though.

I hear Rex don't know about these happenings tonight.

No, Delia wanted to surprise him. Cheers.

Well, here's to their first anniversary. Rex and Delia.

One year down and a long night to go.

Enter.

Good evening, sir. Where would you like the buffet placed?

Same as last time.

- You did bring plenty of champagne? - The usual, sir.

Fine.

Well, now, here comes the talent!

- How are you, Tony? - All right, Alan.

Nice to see you, Ray. You boys know Charles Mingus?

Hey, Charles! I see you got here first.

Yeah, baby, and I'll be the last one to leave.

Tony asked me to give you this.

Oh, fine. Yes, let's have a look.

Pop into the kitchen for me, will you?

Get me some hammer and tacks. Bottom draw.

- Yes, sir. - Take your things off, Ray.

I'll hang up this work of art.

Get the message?

You cats rehearsing the water ballet?

Hey, Cass, is this the place?

Yeah, this is the Honorable Rodney Hamilton's pad number four...

...known as "The Warehouse".

- Suivez-moi! - Wow! This is spook city.

I don't like it. It's weird.

I thought you said...

...this guy was rich! Rich? He's loaded.

A townhouse across the river, a shooting box up north, a villa down south.

- You name it, he's got it. - But why here?

- What is this? - Haven't you heard, honey?

Jazz is noisy. You can't have an all-night session in Mayfair.

Oh, I get it. Amateur night.

Oh, Rod's okay - a real jazz buff.

Whenever the big boys are in town he lays on a party.

Hi, there, Rod!

Hey, Cass, come on in!

Oh, ho, dig that billing!

Yeah, Johnny Cousin's idea.

- How are you? - All right. This is Mac Shepherd.

- Hello. - The Honorable Rodney Hamilton...

...and, er, Mike Garner. - Hello, glad to know you.

- Johnny, how are you? - Nice to see you, Colin.

Oh, this is, uh... what's your name, honey?

- Lucille. - Yeah, this is Lucy...

...the girl I love.

- Great pad you got here. - Once you GET here.

- Put your things in back, boys. - Uh, take these.

- I'll give Rod a hand. - Yep, sure.

See what they've brought us. Want some food?

- No. Juice, man - How did the show go?

Wild. They kept Rex at the piano for eight choruses of his last number.

- What time d'you think they'll get here? - I don't know.

When we left the Festival Hall they were still arguing.

- Two scotch, please. - Rex wanted to go home, but...

...Delia just had to fall by old Rod's for a drink.

Rex'll do anything Delia really wants.

Yeah, they're coming but, uh... he's pretty bugged.

How many, sir, will you require to remain and serve?

- Oh, two or three. - Here you are, sir.

Fritz, Francois, William.

- Won't you need me, sir? - Tuttle!

Oh, let him stay, he can make himself useful.

Very well, Mr Hamilton.

Now, here's the thing, Rod. About this number.

- What number? - Well, the one Delia's gonna do tonight.

I've been working with her on the whole tour.

Rex doesn't know a thing about it.

She wants to knock him back with this "new style" thing.

"New style"? Her old style's all right with me. I play her old records all the time.

I think she made a mistake giving up her career.

She felt being married to Rex was all the career she needed.

Rex is funny, isn't he?

Seems to want to keep her out of the public eye.

That was Delia's decision. Now, look, Rod...

...when she does this number, how about doing the intro...

...y'know, something big, like, uh...

..."This is the real, the true, the great, the new Delia Lane."

- Like that, hmm? - I'd be delighted...

..."unaccustomed as I am".

Tell me something, Cass - you're pretty chummy with them.

- What? - Rex and Delia.

How's it gone, this, this first year? Are they happy together?

Well, sure... isn't that why we're having this celebration?

You know what I mean?

No, I don't.

If she's through with singing, why's she working up...

...this new style? She's bored; she's itching to get back to work.

I could see that a month ago when I was in New York.

Well, Rex won't stop her.

Are you serious?

He's afraid to let her out of his sight.

Perhaps she doesn't want out of his sight.

You wouldn't have a little, um... wishful thinking going on there, would you?

Hi, Rod!

- Hi, Cass, how're you makin' out? - Hi, Benny.

Hah, yes.

You left your horn in my room, baby - I found it under the bed.

Well, ain't you the thorough little housekeeper?

What, um, city was that in?

"Saxville."

I figured if nobody called for it in thirty days...

...I could keep it. But it'd be just like you not to call, so...

- ...here it is. - Thanks, Benny.

Don't mention it. Courtesy of the house.

I um__.

...I, I think I'll make it for a few.

- Real swingers, these. - Hmm. I ought to get this on tape.

Uh-oh.

Here comes "Cousin John".

Easy, now, don't drop 'em. Just follow me.

Hiya, fellas!

Ah, look, he brought all his own drums.

- I told him he could use mine. - Yeah, but Joe's don't have his name on 'em.

Now, listen, you guys, when Rex and Delia come in, big triumphal deal.

Make it forte, okay?

Uh, Alan, set 'em up for me, would you? And if anybody wants to sit in, say, uh...

...there they are - okay?

Hi, Rodney.

Hi Johnny. Scotch?

- Yes, please. - I thought you were bringing Rex and Delia's stuff?

And where's that poor little wife of yours?

If you're referring to lucky Emily - late as usual.

Er, Rex and Delia got trapped by the autograph hounds, but...

...they'll be right on my heels. I think we ought to post a sentry.

Er---

- Yes, Mr Hamilton? - What's your name, again?

Er, Tuttle, sir.

Tuttle, would you know Aurelius Rex, the band leader, if you saw him?

Oh, yes, sir! I'd know 'im.

Well, will you nip out onto the catwalk, through that door, there...

...and when you see him arrive, run in and tell me.

Yes, SIR!

- Emily... nice to see you. - Hello, Rodney.

- Come on in. - Hey, Emily!

See you later.

Yeah, we'll do a big, fat Mendelssohn for their entrance.

Isn't that rather corny?

What's cornier than an anniversary? Can I put my coat upstairs?

Yeah, well, don't put it with the rest of the cats'...

...some of the talent might rub off.

Got some new tape equipment to show you, Johnny.

- That's great. - Em's arrived.

- Nice to see you. - How are ya?

- You were going to wait for me. - Told you to be on time.

- I was only a minute late. - Had to lug all those drums alone.

- Hey, it's Johnny Dankworth! - Johnny!

Hello, nice to see you. I'm so sorry Cleo couldn't make it.

Yeah?

- Er, is that Mr Berger? - Yeah?

Oh, Lou. Johnny Cousin here.

It's all set; and the money.

Rodney'll go for any amount I need.

Well, that's fine, Johnny. How's Rex feel about this?

- What's the difference? - What's the difference?

His drummer's forming his own band...

...his wife is gonna sing with his drummer - a competitor - and you ask me...

..."What's the difference?"

Well, I want my own outfit - Rex knows this, it's no secret.

Look, I'm asking you, what does he feel about Delia singing with you?

So, he gets salty, we go ahead without Delia.

Johnny, I'll give it to you clearly.

I got more bands than I know what to do with, including Rex.

Now, you tell me you have Delia Lane...

...a sound commercial property, and you got financial backing.

Am I interested? The answer is yes, I'm interested.

You tell me you've not got Delia Lane, a sound commercial property...

...am I still interested? The answer is no...

...I am not interested. Do you understand me'?

Don't worry, Lou. We'll have her, all right.

That's fine, Johnny.

I'll come along to the party, anyway, pay my respects to Mr and Mrs Rex.

Heh. See you, Lou.

Delia, Delia, I'm so happy for you.

Don't get carried away - the first year's a cinch!

- Aw...! - Congratulations.

Thank you, Rod. This proves it again...

...the husband's always the last to know.

Delia's tricky, all right!

- Is Her Majesty pleased? - Oh, very pleased.

What a lot of trouble you've gone to, Rod.

Can we kiss your old lady?

Absolutely not. There'll be no special favours and no illegal embraces.

Now, come on, Rex, give us a break, eh, man?

Back, back, you crazy fools!

Come on over, we've got the royal box waiting for you.

- Come on, let's have a drink. - Yes.

Poor Rex.

He was so tired tonight, all he wanted in the world...

...was to get back to the hotel.

Couldn't understand my sudden urge to go out on the town.