Happy Go Lovely

- Edinburgh, the royal borough,

capital of Scotland,

whose ancient castle stands guard

over it's historical city of commerce and tradition.

Once a year, travelers from the four corners of the world,

come to watch and thrill

at the impressive opening of the Edinburgh Festival,

which is dedicated to the highest and purest ideals in art.

but occasionally,

well, something like this slips in.

~ As Macintosh is waiting way up on the Clyde ~

~ The wedding guests were harpy ~

~ And toasting the bride

~ While they drank their whisky and all got cockeyed ~

~ Macintosh was wishing he could die ~

~ The piper started playing a tune with a lilt ~

~ And Uncle Andy's dancing was going full tilt ~

~ Then upward he spun

~ And down came his kilt

~ Oh, kaye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye ~

~ When Macintosh tried to get out ~

~ Everybody pinned him to the floor ~

~ Somebody gave him a clout

~ Somebody bolted the door

~ Then Macintosh got into a terrible state ~

~ He tried to stop their waiting ~

~ But left it too late

~ He put back the clock

~ And he tore off the date

~ Oh, kaye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye ~

Charlie.

Yes, Mr. Frost?

- Are they applauding or am I deaf?

Maebe we're both deaf.

For once I hope you're right.

~ After Macintosh's waiting

~ My troubles were passed

~ My groom could not escape me

~ Although he ran fast

~ He stopped for a breather

~ And got him at last

~ Oh, kaye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye ~

- Go out there and say something.

What, I say?

- Go on, tell 'em anything, I don't care.

- Ladies and gentlemen, will you permit me-

- We want Frost!

- Where's Mr. Frost? - Get Frost out here.

- Mr. Frost, come out!

We want Frost!

We want Frost!

We want Frost!

We want Frost!

We want Frost!

We want Frost!

- Thank you, thank you, I'm deeply honored.

In fact, I'm at loss for words.

- And we're at a loss for money, our money.

Now, please, please,

I know that I haven't paid a few small bills, but-

Listen to me, Frost,

there are two men back there

loading up my scenery into a van,

and unless they get the money, away it goes.

Now, Mr. Jonskill,

if you take back your scenery, I can't open,

and if I can't open, no one will be paid.

Now, your only chance, all of you, is to let me open.

It isn't the money, Mr. Frost,

it's the principal.

- Aye, the principal.

You don't want the money?

No.

Yes.

Ah, the government will get the most of it, anyway.

- A noble sentiment, Mr. Jonskill,

that's just my point.

Now, look at these poor little girls.

Oh, open up, Charlie.

Come on, Pat, open 'em up.

Now, ladies and gentlemen,

these are all hard working young girls,

each one an artist, a star in the making.

Well, think of their careers.

My creditor, I appeal to you,

I came from America to add my humble talents

to your magnificent festival.

From all over the world,

people are flocking to this wonderful city.

Do you think they will dare to miss "Frolics to You", hmm?

What a performance.

It gets better and better.

Please, I beg you,

if you'll give me more time.

How much time you want?

Give me three days.

- Three days? - What do you think?

No, no, no.

- Right, we'll give you 48 hours.

My creditors, I love you.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Close them, Charlie.

Thank you, thank you.

You're wonderful, Thank you.

All right, kids, rehearsal at 10 O'clock tomorrow morning.

Half of you danced like you were flatfooted.

Now, go on, get out of here, all of you.

It's lack of food.

Food?

Artists don't think of food.

I hate to be sordid Mr. Frost,

but we've all been on rehearsal pay since-

Have you no faith?

- Oh sure, I have faith, but not much hope.

- Mr. Frost, could I speak to you-

- Yeah, tomorrow, dear, tomorrow.

Charlie.

Yes, Mr. Frost.

- Stop them from loading that scenery.

Get it back.

Yes, sir.

You're loaded?

Aye, we are.

- Good, Mr. Jonskill says, "Take it back in again."

None of your excuses

and none of your outbursts of charm, I'm through.

But Phyllis, please.

- No money, no opening date, no system.

Nothing but chaos, chaos, chaos.

Now, honey, calm yourself.

Oh, you can find another star.

- Look, Phyllis, you're going too far.

- On the contrary, I haven't gone far enough.

No, wait a minute.

Charlie!

- Something wrong, Mr. Frost.

Now, we haven't got a star.

Now, we haven't got a star.

What are you, a parrot?

I'm going to open the show with or without a star

and with or without money.

For that, we need a miracle.

Well remember Dunkirk.

Yeah, but they had boots.

Yeah.

Shoes.

Good evening, ladies.

Oh, hello, Mrs. Urquhart.

Feet hurt?

- Oh, no, we just didn't want to wake everybody up.

- That's very considerate of you,

and while you're being considerate,

there's just a little matter of two weeks rent.

- Oh, we'll pay you, Mrs. Urquhart.

Haven't you any faith?

Now, listen, you two,

I was in show business before you were born,

I've crept up more stair than you'll ever creep up,

but this is stretching Anglo-American relations too far.

- Look, here are a couple of tickets.

They're for opening night.

- Thanks, you've already give me half the first row.

- Mrs. Urquhart, we appeal to your loyalty to Edinburgh.

From all over the world,

people are flocking to this wonderful city.

Do you think they will dare to miss "Frolics to You"?

All right, you win, go on up.

Oh, I forgot,

you've got a visitor sitting outside your door.

- Visitor, who? - A visitor?

- A woman from the dressmaker, she's after her money.

Come with me.

My old man used to sneak in this way

after a night with the boys.

- All I can say is Mr. Urquhart is a very lucky man.

- He is, he's been dead 10 years.

Now, quick, up the fire escape.

I shouldn't wait if I was you,

I've just heard the girls may not be back.

They're having a dress rehearsal.

My orders are to stay here

till I get my 10 pounds from Ms. Janet Jones,

and here I stay.

Sleep well.

Mae.

Mae, wake up, wake up, we'll be late.

Mae, Mae, get up.

Look at the time.

- Open this door immediately.

I know you're in there.

- We need to go down the fire escape.

All right, tuck in my skirt.

Let me in, you bessem.

I have my bag.

My gloves, in the drawer.

You've got to hurry, too.

Open this door immediately.