Mrs. Harris Goes to Paris

-Oh! -Watch it!

What's it to be, Eddie?

Good news or bad?

Oh!

Oh.

-Morning, Chandler. -Good morning, Mrs. Harris.

-How are you? -It's my lucky day today.

-Same as every day. -

Thank you.

All right.

Why's no one took that seat?

-Maybe I saving it for you. -

Shove over, then.

You won't believe this, Vi.

The strangest thing's just happened.

I reckon it's a sign.

Ada Harris, why that man of yours

can't use the post like everybody else?

Not much of a writer, my Eddie.

Ooh! So cold.

-Anyone coming? -No.

-No? -All clear.

- -Oh, morning, Mr. Newcombe.

Up bright and early.

Duty calls, Mrs. Harris.

Uh, my niece, Portia.

Oh, delighted, I'm sure.

-Morning. -Morning.

: Ooh-ooh, Miss Penrose.

Bombs away.

Aren't you awfully early?

It's gone half past 1:00, dear.

No.

Christ, my bloody audition.

Oh, I haven't a thing to wear.

Oh, you look lovely in anything, dear.

There.

What about this?

Oh, what have you done with my... script?

Oh, hang on, hang on. Hang on.

Oh, for God's sake.

There. Good luck, sweetheart.

Thanks, darling.

You're an angel.

What would I do without you?

- -

Let's enjoy ourselves!

["Johnny B. Goode" by Chuck Berry playing]

Well, if it isn't the marvelous Mrs. H

and her trusty sidekick.

What can I get you, ladies? It's been a lucky week.

-Oh. -Two port and lemon.

Every week's lucky if you're the bookmaker.

You're not wrong there, love.

Two port and lemon, please.

Course, now I've got your company, I'm in clover.

You think you get our company for one drink, Mr. Archie?

Now, these two are a proper judge of character.

They like you, Ada Harris.

Why they stick with you, if they're so smart?

Why do you stick with her, her so crabby?

Met her me first shift building planes.

Never had a better friend.

Trouble with this one, she always speak the truth.

- -Can't help herself.

That is a terrible affliction.

All right, behave yourself, ladies.

I'll be watching you.

War's been over a long time.

Your Eddie's never coming back.

Go on.

["Little Bit of Rock" by Lincoln Grounds/Pat Reyford]

Yeah.

"Dear Mrs. Harris,

"Please find enclosed the personal effects

"of Sergeant Edward Harris,

"recovered from a crash site near Warsaw, Poland.

"As a result of this discovery,

"Sergeant Harris is now posted...

"killed in action,

"2 March 1944.

"Please await further communication

from RAF Central Administration."

Oh, Ada.

I'm so sorry.

I-I should've known he...

He would've got back to me if he could've, you know...

one way or another.

Well...

that's that, then.

Footloose and fancy-free.

All right, love.

I hope it was quick.

Miss you.

No, the evening do, absolutely,

but not the wedding breakfast.

Uh, you know, Mrs....

Mrs. Harris, excuse me. Could you just...

just take that...

-No, that is extortion. -Oh.

You must go back and explain to them

that we can't possibly afford that.

Well, of course it must be champagne.

I-I-I... Remind them that Charles is their MP.

That must be worth something, huh?

Yes.

Toodle-pip.

This wedding's going to be the death of me.

Do you have children, Mrs. Harris?

A nightmare of expense from start to finish.

Oh, yes.

Poor old Admiral Dant

had to make the ultimate sacrifice.

Setting sail for Christie's and balmier shores.

Dreadful man, by all accounts.

Talking of accounts, Lady Dant,

I was wondering if you might be able to sett...

We've been tightening our belts for so long now,

it's a miracle we can all still breathe.

Isn't it divine? -Oh.

I swore I would never set foot in the Avenue Montaigne,

but what with the wedding and "when in Paris" and...

The moment I laid eyes on Ravissante...

- : Ravissante. -...I was ravished.

To the tune of 500 pounds.

500 quid for a dress?

Shh, shh, shh. Lord Dant.

I don't mind admitting things have been

a bit bloody of late, but...

when I put it on...

...nothing else matters.

Lotte?

Now, quickly, hide it away.

His Lordship must not see it

until I've had time to work on him.

: Oh.

Ravissante.

By Christian Dior.

Night, love.

South London Post!

Saturday results!

All your football results.

-Oh! -South London Post!

-Sorry. -Saturday results!

All your football results.

-South London Post! -

Saturday results!

Manchester United two,

Blackpool two.

Newcastle five,

Liverpool three.

Preston North End two,

Portsmouth two.

And now we return to the rest of the sports report.

[orchestral music playing over radio]

No! No!

Oh, it's my Eddie.

It's my angel.

You gone simple on me, woman?

: I won, Vi.

I've won.

- -

You want to make nice to her.

She's only gone and won the pools.

Ada, what you going to do?

: I'm going to buy a dress.