Cilla (2014): Season 1, Episode 1 - Episode #1.1 - full transcript
In Liverpool in 1960 17-year old typist Cilla White frequents the Cavern club, where she occasionally sings. Her friend Ringo Starr, drummer with Rory Storm and the Hurricanes suggests she accompany the band to Hamburg for concerts but her parents forbid it, By chance she meets Bobby Willis, who claims to be in the music industry but actually works in a bakery. Cilla is not impressed when she learns the truth about him but allows him to be her manager. At their first gig she is erroneously billed as Cilla Black but likes the name. Ringo is now playing with the Beatles, who arrange for Cilla to audition with their manager Brian Epstein.
(ROCK AND ROLL MUSIC PLAYING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(WOMAN LAUGHING)
Excuse me.
-WOMAN: Hi, Cilla.
-Hi, love.
-Whoa!
-Oh, here she is!
MAN: Ey! That's pushing in,
that is!
What about us lot stood here?
Pipe down.
She saved a place for me.
ANNOUNCER: 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
(CHEERING)
# And when you see me
in misery
# Come on, baby, stand by me
Yeah, yeah
(SCREAMING)
# All I've gotta say
# Tell me what I'd say now
# Hey!
ALL:
# Hey!
# Ho!
# Ho!
# Huh!
# Huh!
# Huh!
# Huh!
# Huh!
# Huh!
# Yeah, it's all right!
(CROWD SCREAMING)
# Baby, it's all right now
# Yeah!
# Baby, it's all right
# Baby, it's all right now
# Tell me what I say now #
(CROWD SCREAMING)
(LAUGHTER)
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?
(CHEERING)
YOUNG WOMAN: 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.
(CHEERING)
-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.
(CHEERING)
MAN: Yeah!
(MUSIC PLAYING)
# 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.
(LAUGHING)
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!
(LAUGHING)
(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.
(SIGHS)
(GASPS) You got 'em!
Arrived this morning!
Oh! I love 'em!
(LAUGHS) 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.
(DOOR SLAMS)
Did er... Did they say if your
Ronnie was suitable
for office work?
You know they didn't.
Hmm...
CILLA: 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)
PAT: And he's gotta have loads
of money to spend on me.
-Oh, yeah.
-And a car.
Oh, yeah.
CILLA: I'm sick
of getting blisters from
walking everywhere.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
-(CILLA KNOCKS ON DOOR)
-(SIGHS)
CILLA: 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.
(CHUCKLES)
-Hey, Cil.
-What?
Your mother's on fire.
-(GASPS) Oh!
-Come on, Elsie.
We'll rinse that off now.
You're all right.
(TYPEWRITER KEYS CLACKING)
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.
(LIGHTER CLICKING)
# You know she wiggles
like a glow worm
# Dance like a spinnin' top
(CHEERING)
# 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
(SCREAMING)
# Roll over, Beethoven
# Dig these rhythm and blues #
(CHEERING AND SCREAMING)
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)
-RORY: Come on.
-What do you want to sing?
-Erm, A Shot of Rhythm
and Blues?
Okay. Go on.
(WHISTLING)
RORY: All right, lads.
A Shot of Rhythm and Blues.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
It's a one, two, three, four.
(MUSIC PLAYING)
# 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
# Well, here's the thing
for you to do
# 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
# Well, here's the thing
for you to do
# Oh, you get a shot
of rhythm and blues
# Oh-oh, get a shot
of rhythm and blues
# Whoo! #
-(CILLA LAUGHING)
-(CHEERING)
That was Cilla White,
everyone.
(CHEERING AND WHISTLING)
Swinging Cilla!
(LAUGHING)
RINGO: What do you think,
Mr White?
She's definitely got
the talent to do it.
I think them Germans
would love her in Hamburg.
(CILLA SIGHS)
(SIGHS)
I'm sorry, Cil,
but you can't go.
What? Oh, Dad, please!
You're just too young.
You can't just go off
to a foreign country
with the likes of him.
-I mean, no offence, lad...
-I'll look after her,
Mr White. I promise I will.
I'm very trustworthy,
ask anyone.
(STUTTERING) Yeah. 'Ey...
I mean, what about your work?
I mean, you can't just give up
your work for a few weeks
playing with a bloody band.
BIG CILLA: Come on, love.
You've got a smashin' job.
Most girls would give their
eye teeth for a job like that
British Insulated Callender's
Cables Company Limited.
Well, they can have it,
'cos I'm not staying there
another minute longer
than I have to.
(JOHN GROANS)
Look, I've said me piece,
lad, all right?
It's not the right time
for her.
(SIGHS) Oh, I'll never get
another chance like that.
They were gonna pay me
and everything.
I'll be stuck in
that typing pool forever.
Erm, do you think you
could cheer up a bit?
That face is curdling
the milk in me coffee.
Ignore him, Cil.
As the jockey said
to the horse,
"Why the long face?"
Excuse me.
I don't think anybody invited
you to come and sit with us,
did they?
You can keep your crap jokes
to yourself.
My mate says he's seen
you get up on stage and sing.
Is that right?
-Did you want something?
-Bobby Willis is the name.
I'm a singer meself.
And I write songs.
Maybe I could write one
for you?
-I only like American songs.
-Me too.
I was just over
in the States actually.
So, where are you ladies
going now?
I'm gonna go and see some
jazz with me mates.
-You wanna join us?
-No, thanks.
I could give you
a lift if you like.
You've got a car?
(MUSIC PLAYING)
Oh, save it for later,
will you, lad?
All I can hear
is your bloody slurping!
(KISSING)
-Get off, will you?
-What? I was just trying
to change gear!
(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)
(CILLA LAUGHS)
-So, how old are you, then?
-Me?
24. Nearly 25, actually.
It was Venice Road School
you went to, wasn't it?
No, I went to St Anthony's.
That's right, I'm a Catholic.
That's what you're
fishing for, isn't it?
Which means I'm not interested
in a Proddy like you.
All that's overblown anyway.
All that religion stuff,
don't you think?
(CHUCKLES)
So, er, can I see
you home tonight?
You know, walk you
to your front door,
make sure you're safe?
-I haven't got one.
-You what?
I haven't got a front door.
Me mam hates it.
We live in a flat and
the front way in is through
the barber's downstairs,
but they always moan
and they're shut now
anyway so...
What about the back door?
Me dad doesn't like lads
coming round the back.
So can I see you again?
-I don't want a boyfriend.
-Why not?
Too busy having a good time.
You can have a good time
with me, can't you?
If you've got any washing,
just leave it on the side
and I'll do it for you later.
Thanks, lad.
What the bloody hell
you add another motor for?
It's for the Judys, Dad.
They love it, don't they?
Bloody price of petrol!
And, hey...
Don't be bringing any
Catholics back here
or you'll have your aunties
to answer to.
Never mind about Catholics.
Just make sure she's
got two legs first!
-Oh, here we go again.
-(LAUGHING)
(CHUCKLES) Seriously, Dad.
He pulled this Judy
the other week,
she had a wooden leg.
What? Well, I couldn't
see properly, could I?
It was dark in there.
Ey, don't come all that with
me now. You haven't got
a leg to stand on.
-(LAUGHING)
-Leg to stand on!
(ALL LAUGHING)
(ROCK AND ROLL MUSIC PLAYING)
BOBBY:
# You say you love me
and you'll always
be true to me
# You say that you will
be mine eternally
# So, baby, why do you run
from my arms
# When you're close to me?
# Could it be...
All right there, Mr Kirby?
You like that one?
One of me own
compositions, that.
Late again
this morning, Willis.
Oh, yeah. Sorry about that.
(STUTTERS) It was me bike,
it had a puncture.
Yes, well, that puncture,
phantom or otherwise,
has cost you
a double shift tonight.
I'm looking for volunteers
and I've decided
to volunteer you.
-Not tonight, Mr Kirby.
I've got something on.
-Yeah.
Working the late shift.
(MUSIC PLAYING IN
THE BACKGROUND)
Hiya, Cil. What are you doing
all on your own?
Just waiting for somebody.
Against me better judgement.
-This is me new fella, George.
-Hiya.
-I hope he's worth it.
-George plays the guitar.
Oh, you're with The Beatles,
aren't you?
Me and me mate Pat,
we went to watch you
the other week.
We had a chat with your
drummer Pete Best after.
He's gorgeous, Pete.
-Ah, but is he
as gorgeous as me?
-(GIGGLING)
(GASPING)
So you are gonna come
and watch them later?
They're on at The Cavern.
And I was thinking that...
Oh. I'll see you, Cil.
-Well?
-Bobby's gonna be
a bit late, Cilla.
-What?
-Just a problem at
the recording studio.
They had to...
Tune something up, I think.
Anyway...
He sent me instead,
advance party,
'cos he didn't want you to
think he'd stood you up.
But he has stood me up?
Only partially.
And I'm here now, aren't I?
Just pretend I'm Bobby.
-What are you doing?
-Just washing a few things.
That's not how you do it.
You gotta use soap flakes.
I told you I'd do it for you.
I don't wanna be putting it
on you all the time.
I don't mind chipping in.
I told you, Kenny,
I don't mind.
Just leave it all there
and I'll do it for you
when I get in.
Got a clean shirt
for tomorrow, haven't you?
I ironed a load
the other night.
Aye, I've got
tomorrow's, yeah.
Thanks, lad.
-Where are you going?
-Off, out.
-It's gone ten!
-(DOOR SLAMMING)
I hope they've got a spare
room at the nuthouse.
'Cause that's where
he's heading.
Oh, come on, he's a good kid.
# Someday they'll see
that from the start
# My place has been deep
in your heart
# And in your heart...
He's a bit of a wash-out this
fella, isn't he?
Who sends their mate to take
you out instead?
I suppose I should
laugh, really.
(GIGGLING)
# Now that I'm really
sure you love me...
(SCREAMING)
What d'you think of George?
He's very sweet but...
Well, he's just a baby.
You know me, I like 'em older,
with a bit of money
to spend on me.
(LAUGHS)
At least Bobby's 24.
He's nearly 25.
-Is that his name?
-Bobby Willis.
Works in
the recording industry.
Bobby Willis?
Always telling crap jokes?
He works in the bakery
at Woolworth's, Cil.
And he's only our age,
me brother went
to school with him.
And the last bird he pulled
had a wooden leg.
# Whoo! #
(CHEERING AND SCREAMING)
Thank you. Thanks very much.
You've been a lovely audience.
No, no. Actually, you've
been an audience,
we've been lovely.
-(CROWD LAUGHING)
-PAT: Hey, John,
give Cil a go! Go on.
It's not a talent show,
you know?
-(SHOUTING)
-Please!
-Go on, John.
-Bloody hell. Come on,
then, Cyril.
(SQUEALING AND LAUGHING)
-Thank you.
-Come up, hon.
-Is Boys all right?
-You hum it, love,
we'll play it.
It's me favourite. The song,
I mean, not boys.
Well, I like boys as well.
(LAUGHING)
So, so...
So, for little Cyril here...
Opportunity Knocks.
(CHEERING AND WHOOPING)
# I've been told when
a boy kiss a girl
# She takes a trip around
the world
# Yeah, yeah
# Bop-shoo-wop
# Bop-bop-shoo-wop
# Hey, hey
# Bop-shoo-wop
Bop-bop-shoo-wop
# Hey, hey, yeah!
Please say you do
# Bop-shoo-wop, yeah!
# My mama says when
you kiss my lips
# I get a thrill through
my fingertips
Yeah, yeah
-Everything all right?
-I've done me best, lad.
# Bop-shoo-wop
Bop-bop-shoo-wop
# Hey, hey, yeah!
Please say you do
# Bop-shoo-wop, yeah!
# Well, I'm talking 'bout boys
# Yeah, yeah, boys
# Don't you know I mean boys
# Yeah, yeah, boys
# Well, I'm talking 'bout boys
# Yeah, yeah, boys
# Yeah, yeah
# Yeah, yeah, boys
# I said, I'm talking
'bout boys
# What a bundle of joy #
Bloody hell, she's amazing.
# Don't you know I mean boys
# Yeah, yeah, boys
# I said I'm talking
about boys
# Yeah, yeah, boys
# Don't you know I mean
boys now!
# Yeah, yeah, boys
# I said I'm talking
about boys
# Yeah, yeah, boys
# Well, I'm talking about boys
# Yeah, yeah, boys
# What a bundle of joy
# A bundle of joy! #
(CHEERING)
Right, well, we're not
following that, so we're gonna
take a short break.
We'll see you in five.
(CHEERING)
Cilla? Cil?
Cilla? Cilla!
(EXHALES)
I'm sorry I'm late.
That was fab.
I mean, that was
pure rock 'n' roll.
I knew you were good,
but not that good.
Where have you been?
Sandpapering your
girlfriend's leg?
Why does everyone have to
keep bringing that up?
Or maybe working
at the studio?
Tuning things up, were you?
-Ah.
-You're a liar, you are.
You work at a bakery,
Bobby Willis.
And you're not 24, nearly 25.
You're the same bloody
age as me! And I bet that
car's not even yours.
It's definitely mine.
All bought and paid for.
You can drive off in it
on your own,
'cause I'm not interested
any more. All right?
It's not mine!
The car.
The cheek of it.
Sending his mate
as a bloody warm-up act!
I don't know who
he thinks he is.
That's Bobby Willis all over.
(GIGGLING)
-Ta.
-Come on, hurry up.
I've only got an hour!
-Sorry. Ta.
-Sorry, love.
BOUNCER: Come on.
CILLA: Sorry.
Hey, Cil, that's
Brian Epstein.
He's The Beatles' manager.
Hey, and guess what
I heard from George?
He's gonna sack Pete Best
and get Ringo in.
-You're joking!
-It hasn't come out yet.
But they've signed contracts
with him and everything.
He says they trust Brian
'cause he knows
how to talk proper,
without an accent, like.
-He's very classy-looking.
-I bet you he's loaded.
George said he's interested
in signing a girl singer,
you know.
But, I mean,
he's got loads of 'em
throwing themselves at him.
Some girl who sings down
the Iron Door's doing a demo
for him next week.
We've gotta get you
in there, Cil.
You can have two.
That should do you,
love, shouldn't it?
Can I have them
tins of spaghetti?
-The kids love them.
-We don't need them,
do we, son?
-No, take it.
-Thanks, Robert.
Hey, lad. Come on,
I'll take you for a pint.
KENNY: Drives me bloody mad.
We pay out from our wages
stockin' that larder,
and Dad just gives
it all away to Jean.
He promised Mum before
she died that he'd look
after her, didn't he?
-Well, she's bloody married.
She's got kids of her own now.
-All right, lads.
He still feels sorry for her
though, doesn't he?
You know, being adopted
and everything.
I don't buy that no more.
She's traded off
that all her life.
One big sympathy card,
it is with her.
Anyway, how's your love life?
Huh. Nothing happening.
What, the redhead's
out the picture?
Well, I've told you,
I can set you up on a date.
Mind you, I'll have to go
out on a limb for you.
(LAUGHS) Out on a limb!
Thank you.
Kenny, you and Rose...
What about us?
I mean, you'll end up
marrying her, won't you?
I expect so, lad.
How did you know, like,
that she'd be the one?
Well, I don't know, do I?
How does anyone know?
All I'll say is this,
there's the ones
who are hard to pull
and the ones who are easy.
Now, the best ones
are the ones who are easy,
who you like.
But mostly the ones
who are easy, you don't like.
Then there's the hard ones
who you don't like.
They're no problem.
It's when you find one who's
hard to pull,
who you really like...
That's when you're
in trouble, lad.
-We really rate you.
Don't we, Ade?
-We do.
You see, that's why we want
you to sing with us.
You see, as a band,
"The Big Three"
we're really fuc...
Er, puckin' going places.
Oh, no, I couldn't go abroad.
Me dad wouldn't let me.
No, we just want you
to sing with us round here.
And how many others have
turned you down before
you've come to Cilla?
None. Honest.
A couple of others.
There's this girl
Beryl Marsden we tried,
but apparently she's got
a recording contract lined up.
-Who with?
-Brian Epstein.
Oh! So Cilla's
an after-thought?
Look, we really like her.
We think you're puckin' great.
TREVOR: I'm telling you,
Roger Hunt can do it anywhere,
First Division, England.
-I'm telling you,
he scores goals for fun.
-Bobby!
All right, lads.
How's it going?
Like the new threads?
Where'd you get 'em?
From a tailor's.
-Brian Epstein bought
it for me.
-The Beatles fella?
Yeah, Brian Epstein.
He's a really nice guy.
He's a manager.
Wants to hear me sing.
(SCOFFS) You can't sing
a bloody note!
I can have lessons, can't I?
Why did he buy
it for you, Degsy?
I'll just say yes.
I mean, if I'm singing
in clubs anyway,
I might as well make
some money out of it.
Yeah, hut aren't we supposed
to haggle or something?
I don't know. Haven't you
got any conditions?
Erm...
If they need any photos of me
they've gotta be taken
from the front,
'cause of how I broke me nose
when I was little.
That's a good one.
He just likes to see a stylish
young fella like me
looking good, that's all.
Nobody gets something
for nothing, Degsy.
Youse are just jealous
'cause he never bought
youse one.
Oh, come on, lad,
she's not interested in you.
I'll catch up
with youse later.
Come on, Cil, take it.
It's a puckin'
brilliant offer.
And we'll look after you,
separate dressing rooms
and all that.
-(GASPS)
-Okay.
Just one thing.
About any photos...
-Excuse me. Sorry.
-What do you want?
Fellas, can I have one minute
with my client, please?
-Client?
-Puckin' client?
Please, Gents, Pauline.
Come on, let her talk
to her manager.
I said, come on!
(CLEARS THROAT)
-I'm sorry, but I couldn't
help overhearing...
-You mean snooping?
I take it you haven't got
any personal management?
What if I haven't?
What would you know about
personal management
down the bakery?
Let me handle
your negotiations and I'll get
youse a better deal.
I've got a good deal
already, thanks.
They're offering me
one pound ten a gig.
Yeah, well, that's what
they call an opening offer.
They'll pay you more.
They always do.
Look, that night at The Cavern
you were amazing.
And a brilliant singer needs
a brilliant manager.
And I've already proved
I'm good at lying, haven't I?
(CLEARS THROAT)
My client's rate
is two quid a gig.
Take it or leave it.
-Leave it.
-You what?
You heard. Deal's off.
We're not interested any more.
Hang on,
you just tried to sign her.
I've changed me mind.
If she's gonna be tricky
we'll get someone else.
-She's not being tricky.
-No, but you are.
-And you're her
puckin' manager, aren't you?
-She's left.
And you're her
fuckin' manager, aren't you?
I'm sure if I put
the word around
I'd get her another offer.
Good luck with that.
All right. Hang on.
Just wait a minute, lads.
(MUTTERS) Wait a minute.
(SIGHS) Go on, then.
We'll accept
the original offer.
I've just told you,
that offer's withdrawn.
The new offer's one pound
five shillings a gig.
What? That's less
than you were offering
five minutes ago.
-Sorry, Bob.
-So, is that a yes?
Yes!
Puckin' yes.
(ACOUSTIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(WHISTLING AND CHEERING)
Congratulations, lad!
-You got a ciggie?
I'm gasping.
-Yeah.
(SIGHS)
She looks bloody lovely,
our Rose.
It's just a shame
there wasn't a few more
here to see her.
(SIGHS) I begged Dad again
this morning...
But he wouldn't budge.
Said that his sisters would
never forgive him, you know,
for welcoming a Catholic
into the family.
Well, it's not me dad
I'm marrying, is it?
So you're back on with
the redhead?
That's another Catholic.
(CHUCKLES) We're gluttons
for punishment, we are.
Yeah, it's going great.
Except it's costing me ten bob
every time I see her.
What?
I told her I'd be her manager,
you know, and get
her a pay rise.
(EXHALES) In the end
I ended up taking five bob
less than they were offerin'
in the first place.
Course I told her
that I'd got her
a five-bob-a-night pay rise.
-Just walk away!
-I couldn't or she would
have lost the job!
No! You gotta always
be prepared to walk away
or don't get involved
in the first place.
It's like me with Dad.
He's give it the all,
"Ah, I won't come
if you marry Rose,"
so I called his bluff.
If someone thinks they've
got the upper hand,
the only way to beat them
is to walk away.
Well, you certainly
got the upper hand.
I'm gonna miss you, Kenny.
Behave! I'm only going
round the corner,
you soft sod.
Come here.
CILLA: (SQUEALING) Bobby!
(LAUGHS) Wait. You be careful.
Your driving's getting worse.
-I know.
-(CILLA LAUGHS)
Cilla Black? How have they
managed to get me name wrong?
I dunno. I had a right go at
'em, though.
I don't mind.
It kind of sounds all right,
doesn't it?
Well, it won't happen again.
How you managed to get
an extra five shillings
a night out of Hutch,
I'll never know.
It wasn't easy,
I can tell you that.
And don't go discussing
it with them now, remember.
No, I won't.
I'll leave all that to you.
You don't think they'll mind
me playing with Kingsize
Taylor tonight, do you?
Well, I hope they won't
find out.
-Hey, listen, you're
in demand.
-Mmm-hmm.
You're hot, Cil.
People want to come
and see you.
Thanks for being such
a good manager.
(GIGGLING)
-Where are we, down here?
-Downstairs. To the left.
(CHEERING AND SCREAMING)
We're gonna have a couple
of numbers now from our
favourite girl singer,
it's Swinging Cilla!
(CHEERING)
You all right, Cilla?
Yeah, I'm just delighted
I made it up here
without falling over.
Me mam said these heels
were too high.
(CROWD LAUGHING)
I've got the orange ones,
and me best friend Pat
she's got the green ones,
so we can swap.
(LAUGHING)
All right, then, Ted,
let's get started.
I know you all know him
as Kingsize,
but we get our pork chops
from his butcher's shop.
-Tiny.
-(LAUGHING)
Hit it!
# Well
# Somebody's always talkin'
about the way he walks
# Somebody's always talkin'
about the way he talks
# Somebody's always thinkin'
of something smart to say
# Somebody's always tryin'
to take my baby away #
From now on,
we want two quid a gig.
Two quid? (SCOFFS)
No way! We can't afford that.
You heard her tonight.
She's got a great voice,
and she's great
with an audience.
-She's a draw.
-Yeah, but two quid?
That's gotta come
out of our money.
All right.
Well, it's getting late,
Kingsize. I'll say good night.
The most we can pay is 30 bob.
(INHALES AND EXHALES)
Night, lad.
Sorry about that.
Just saying good night
to the lads.
They were happy with me,
weren't they?
Oh, aye, they loved you.
-Definitely want you to do
more gigs with 'em.
-(GIGGLING)
Hey, listen, that stuff you
did in between the songs?
-What stuff?
-You know, the talking
to the audience.
That's just me nerves.
I'll try and keep me
gob shut in future.
No, keep doing it.
People love it.
It lets 'em see you're just
like them. Normal like.
-Do you think so?
-Come here.
Mmm-mmm.
We'd better get going.
Me Dad won't go to
sleep till I get in.
You still don't want
a boyfriend then?
I like you, Bobby, and I like
you being me manager.
But if I'm in love with
anything it's me singing.
Have you told your family
I'm a Catholic yet?
That sort of stuff doesn't
bother 'em in the slightest.
I wish my family was
so understanding.
(CHUCKLES)
(ENGINE STARTING)
All right there, Kingsize?
You're a bloody thief.
Two quid is way over the top.
I just came here
to tell you that.
All right.
Ah, go on, then.
Two quid it is. But you make
sure she's there on time.
Not a problem.
You said June Allyson.
That doesn't look
like June Allyson.
June does have
a slightly softer curl,
I'll give you that.
-I'll back comb it for you.
-Yeah.
-Ma!
-In here.
-Oh, hello, John.
-All right, Pat?
-Hey, it's Cyril.
-All right, John.
Oh, bloody hell, Ma,
you're not lettin' them have
another go on you, are ya?
-Shut up!
-How you getting on with your
new drummer then, John?
Oh, I think he's terrific.
Don't you?
He's all right.
I did like Pete.
Oh, no, we had to move on
from Pete. He didn't have
as many rings as Ringo.
(LAUGHING)
Anyway, before you go picking
holes in things, we've got
a bit of good news for you.
-Oh, yeah, what's that?
-We got you an audition.
An audition? Who with?
Brian Epstein.
Brian Epstein?
-(LAUGHING)
-I thought that would
shut you up.
He's very interested in you.
He's looking to develop
local talent.
It's sort of out of you
and this other girl,
Beryl Marsden,
who he's gonna sign.
And he wants to see you sing.
Ringo, you put my name up
to see Brian Epstein?
Don't look at me,
it was John that did it.
-But my money's
on Beryl Marsden.
-(LAUGHING)
(LAUGHS)
I don't know what to say.
You could start with
"thank you".
(LAUGHS) Thank you!
Oh, thank you both.
Mmm-wah!
If it goes well, Cil,
we'll both have
the same manager.
Manager? No, I've already
got a manager.
What? Bobby Willis?
He's just a scally,
same as me and you.
I'm not sure scallies
are ideal management material.
(CHUCKLING)
# So, baby, why do you
run from my arms
# When you're close to me?
# Could it be you're
shy of love?
# Could it be you're
shy of love? #
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
-Cil?
-Hiya.
Do you didn't mind me coming
to the back door, did you?
You said your Dad's
working nights.
No, no, it's Okay.
It's just...
Well, I've had
a bit of good news.
Me too. Go on, you first.
Well, I've got an audition
with Brian Epstein.
-Epstein?
-Yeah, Brian Epstein.
And if it goes well,
he's gonna sign me
and sort of be me manager.
Oh.
Apparently, from what
he's heard, he thinks
I might have what it takes.
Yeah, well, there's plenty
of us who knew that already.
It don't need him
to tell you that.
Look, I've got to take
this opportunity, Bobby.
You do understand that?
I mean, I've always been
straight with you
about me singing
coming first, haven't I?
Yeah. You have.
Well, aren't you
pleased for me?
I mean this is me big chance.
I'm made up, yeah.
So, what about tonight?
Well, the thing is,
the audition's tomorrow night
and Ringo says I've gotta
save me voice for it.
Oh. Right. So, erm...
You're not gonna do the gig?
I can't. I've got to put
this first, Bobby.
Yeah. I can see that.
So what was your good news?
Oh, nothing, really. Nothing.
(STUTTERS) I'd better get
back and tell the lads
you aren't coming.
Yeah. Tell 'em
I'm really sorry, yeah?
Yeah, course.
So I'll...
See you around then.
Yeah. See you.
(MUSIC AND CHATTER)
(SIGHS) He will be here,
won't he?
Well, he said he would.
But Brian's a very busy man.
-Yeah. Busy making us money.
-(LAUGHING)
Hey, Cil. If you get
a recording contract,
how about doin' this one?
# Each time I look
into your eyes
# I see that there,
there heaven lies
# And as I look I see
the love of the loved #
(LAUGHING)
Hey, hey. It's good for
a girl singer that one.
Well, thanks for
the vote of confidence.
-He's here. Epstein.
-What? Where?
JOHN: Come on. Let's get
on with it, shall we?
CILLA: (EXHALES) Oh!
Come on, boys, let's do it.
Hey, Cil, no pressure.
It's only your whole future
depends on it.
-Oh, shut up, Ringo!
-(FANS SCREAMING)
-No, he didn't! He didn't.
-(LIVELY CHATTER AND LAUGHTER)
(MUSIC PLAYING)
(CROWD SCREAMING)
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Right, now, you lot, give her
plenty of encouragement,
'cause we think she's lovely,
don't we, Paul?
-I thought she was a bloke.
-Oh, she is too.
-(LAUGHING)
-Here for you tonight,
all the way from Scottie Road,
it's little Cyril White.
Also sometimes known
as Cilla Black!
(PLAYS NOTE)
(CHEERING)
Whoo!
This is one of me favourites.
This is called Summertime.
-That's a bit of luck,
we know that.
-(LAUGHING)
RINGO: One, two, three, four.
# Summertime
(FALTERING)
# And the livin' is easy
# Fish are jumpin'
# And the cotton is high
# Oh, your daddy's rich
# And your mamma's
good lookin'
# So, hush, little baby
# Don't you cry
# One of these mornings
# I'm gonna rise up singing
# And spread my wings
# And reach to the sky
# But till that morning
# There's ain't nothing
can harm you
(FALTERING)
# With mammy and daddy
standing by
# With daddy and mammy
standing by #
(EXHALING)
-Thank you.
-(APPLAUSE)
One, two...
A one, two, three, four.
# I'm gonna tell Aunt Mary
about Uncle John #
(CILLA SOBBING)
PAULINE: Cil! Cil!
It was the wrong song.
I was trying to be
all sophisticated.
I just ended up
looking stupid.
-Oh, Cil...
-It was horrible.
I've blown it, haven't I?
-Everything!
-Oh, Cil.
(SOBBING)
HUTCH: Okay, okay,
here she is.
Liverpool's number
one girl singer.
With a song she says
she'll be cutting
for her first single...
It's our very own...
Beryl Marsden!
(CHEERING)
# Each time I look
into your eyes
# I see that there,
there heaven lies
# And as I look I see
the love of the loved
(TYPEWRITER KEYS CLACKING)
# Someday they'll see that
from the start
# My place has been deep
in your heart
# And in your heart I see
the love of the loved
# Though I've said
it all before I will say
it more and more
# Now that I'm really sure
you love me
# And I know that from today
I'll see it in the way
# That you look at me
And say you love me
# So, let it rain,
I'll never care
# Deep in your heart,
I'll still be there
# And when I'm there
# I see the love of the loved
# So, let it rain,
what do I care?
# Deep in your heart,
I'll still be there
# And when I'm there
# I see the love
of the loved! #
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(WOMAN LAUGHING)
Excuse me.
-WOMAN: Hi, Cilla.
-Hi, love.
-Whoa!
-Oh, here she is!
MAN: Ey! That's pushing in,
that is!
What about us lot stood here?
Pipe down.
She saved a place for me.
ANNOUNCER: 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
(CHEERING)
# And when you see me
in misery
# Come on, baby, stand by me
Yeah, yeah
(SCREAMING)
# All I've gotta say
# Tell me what I'd say now
# Hey!
ALL:
# Hey!
# Ho!
# Ho!
# Huh!
# Huh!
# Huh!
# Huh!
# Huh!
# Huh!
# Yeah, it's all right!
(CROWD SCREAMING)
# Baby, it's all right now
# Yeah!
# Baby, it's all right
# Baby, it's all right now
# Tell me what I say now #
(CROWD SCREAMING)
(LAUGHTER)
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?
(CHEERING)
YOUNG WOMAN: 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.
(CHEERING)
-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.
(CHEERING)
MAN: Yeah!
(MUSIC PLAYING)
# 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.
(LAUGHING)
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!
(LAUGHING)
(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.
(SIGHS)
(GASPS) You got 'em!
Arrived this morning!
Oh! I love 'em!
(LAUGHS) 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.
(DOOR SLAMS)
Did er... Did they say if your
Ronnie was suitable
for office work?
You know they didn't.
Hmm...
CILLA: 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)
PAT: And he's gotta have loads
of money to spend on me.
-Oh, yeah.
-And a car.
Oh, yeah.
CILLA: I'm sick
of getting blisters from
walking everywhere.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
-(CILLA KNOCKS ON DOOR)
-(SIGHS)
CILLA: 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.
(CHUCKLES)
-Hey, Cil.
-What?
Your mother's on fire.
-(GASPS) Oh!
-Come on, Elsie.
We'll rinse that off now.
You're all right.
(TYPEWRITER KEYS CLACKING)
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.
(LIGHTER CLICKING)
# You know she wiggles
like a glow worm
# Dance like a spinnin' top
(CHEERING)
# 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
(SCREAMING)
# Roll over, Beethoven
# Dig these rhythm and blues #
(CHEERING AND SCREAMING)
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)
-RORY: Come on.
-What do you want to sing?
-Erm, A Shot of Rhythm
and Blues?
Okay. Go on.
(WHISTLING)
RORY: All right, lads.
A Shot of Rhythm and Blues.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
It's a one, two, three, four.
(MUSIC PLAYING)
# 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
# Well, here's the thing
for you to do
# 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
# Well, here's the thing
for you to do
# Oh, you get a shot
of rhythm and blues
# Oh-oh, get a shot
of rhythm and blues
# Whoo! #
-(CILLA LAUGHING)
-(CHEERING)
That was Cilla White,
everyone.
(CHEERING AND WHISTLING)
Swinging Cilla!
(LAUGHING)
RINGO: What do you think,
Mr White?
She's definitely got
the talent to do it.
I think them Germans
would love her in Hamburg.
(CILLA SIGHS)
(SIGHS)
I'm sorry, Cil,
but you can't go.
What? Oh, Dad, please!
You're just too young.
You can't just go off
to a foreign country
with the likes of him.
-I mean, no offence, lad...
-I'll look after her,
Mr White. I promise I will.
I'm very trustworthy,
ask anyone.
(STUTTERING) Yeah. 'Ey...
I mean, what about your work?
I mean, you can't just give up
your work for a few weeks
playing with a bloody band.
BIG CILLA: Come on, love.
You've got a smashin' job.
Most girls would give their
eye teeth for a job like that
British Insulated Callender's
Cables Company Limited.
Well, they can have it,
'cos I'm not staying there
another minute longer
than I have to.
(JOHN GROANS)
Look, I've said me piece,
lad, all right?
It's not the right time
for her.
(SIGHS) Oh, I'll never get
another chance like that.
They were gonna pay me
and everything.
I'll be stuck in
that typing pool forever.
Erm, do you think you
could cheer up a bit?
That face is curdling
the milk in me coffee.
Ignore him, Cil.
As the jockey said
to the horse,
"Why the long face?"
Excuse me.
I don't think anybody invited
you to come and sit with us,
did they?
You can keep your crap jokes
to yourself.
My mate says he's seen
you get up on stage and sing.
Is that right?
-Did you want something?
-Bobby Willis is the name.
I'm a singer meself.
And I write songs.
Maybe I could write one
for you?
-I only like American songs.
-Me too.
I was just over
in the States actually.
So, where are you ladies
going now?
I'm gonna go and see some
jazz with me mates.
-You wanna join us?
-No, thanks.
I could give you
a lift if you like.
You've got a car?
(MUSIC PLAYING)
Oh, save it for later,
will you, lad?
All I can hear
is your bloody slurping!
(KISSING)
-Get off, will you?
-What? I was just trying
to change gear!
(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)
(CILLA LAUGHS)
-So, how old are you, then?
-Me?
24. Nearly 25, actually.
It was Venice Road School
you went to, wasn't it?
No, I went to St Anthony's.
That's right, I'm a Catholic.
That's what you're
fishing for, isn't it?
Which means I'm not interested
in a Proddy like you.
All that's overblown anyway.
All that religion stuff,
don't you think?
(CHUCKLES)
So, er, can I see
you home tonight?
You know, walk you
to your front door,
make sure you're safe?
-I haven't got one.
-You what?
I haven't got a front door.
Me mam hates it.
We live in a flat and
the front way in is through
the barber's downstairs,
but they always moan
and they're shut now
anyway so...
What about the back door?
Me dad doesn't like lads
coming round the back.
So can I see you again?
-I don't want a boyfriend.
-Why not?
Too busy having a good time.
You can have a good time
with me, can't you?
If you've got any washing,
just leave it on the side
and I'll do it for you later.
Thanks, lad.
What the bloody hell
you add another motor for?
It's for the Judys, Dad.
They love it, don't they?
Bloody price of petrol!
And, hey...
Don't be bringing any
Catholics back here
or you'll have your aunties
to answer to.
Never mind about Catholics.
Just make sure she's
got two legs first!
-Oh, here we go again.
-(LAUGHING)
(CHUCKLES) Seriously, Dad.
He pulled this Judy
the other week,
she had a wooden leg.
What? Well, I couldn't
see properly, could I?
It was dark in there.
Ey, don't come all that with
me now. You haven't got
a leg to stand on.
-(LAUGHING)
-Leg to stand on!
(ALL LAUGHING)
(ROCK AND ROLL MUSIC PLAYING)
BOBBY:
# You say you love me
and you'll always
be true to me
# You say that you will
be mine eternally
# So, baby, why do you run
from my arms
# When you're close to me?
# Could it be...
All right there, Mr Kirby?
You like that one?
One of me own
compositions, that.
Late again
this morning, Willis.
Oh, yeah. Sorry about that.
(STUTTERS) It was me bike,
it had a puncture.
Yes, well, that puncture,
phantom or otherwise,
has cost you
a double shift tonight.
I'm looking for volunteers
and I've decided
to volunteer you.
-Not tonight, Mr Kirby.
I've got something on.
-Yeah.
Working the late shift.
(MUSIC PLAYING IN
THE BACKGROUND)
Hiya, Cil. What are you doing
all on your own?
Just waiting for somebody.
Against me better judgement.
-This is me new fella, George.
-Hiya.
-I hope he's worth it.
-George plays the guitar.
Oh, you're with The Beatles,
aren't you?
Me and me mate Pat,
we went to watch you
the other week.
We had a chat with your
drummer Pete Best after.
He's gorgeous, Pete.
-Ah, but is he
as gorgeous as me?
-(GIGGLING)
(GASPING)
So you are gonna come
and watch them later?
They're on at The Cavern.
And I was thinking that...
Oh. I'll see you, Cil.
-Well?
-Bobby's gonna be
a bit late, Cilla.
-What?
-Just a problem at
the recording studio.
They had to...
Tune something up, I think.
Anyway...
He sent me instead,
advance party,
'cos he didn't want you to
think he'd stood you up.
But he has stood me up?
Only partially.
And I'm here now, aren't I?
Just pretend I'm Bobby.
-What are you doing?
-Just washing a few things.
That's not how you do it.
You gotta use soap flakes.
I told you I'd do it for you.
I don't wanna be putting it
on you all the time.
I don't mind chipping in.
I told you, Kenny,
I don't mind.
Just leave it all there
and I'll do it for you
when I get in.
Got a clean shirt
for tomorrow, haven't you?
I ironed a load
the other night.
Aye, I've got
tomorrow's, yeah.
Thanks, lad.
-Where are you going?
-Off, out.
-It's gone ten!
-(DOOR SLAMMING)
I hope they've got a spare
room at the nuthouse.
'Cause that's where
he's heading.
Oh, come on, he's a good kid.
# Someday they'll see
that from the start
# My place has been deep
in your heart
# And in your heart...
He's a bit of a wash-out this
fella, isn't he?
Who sends their mate to take
you out instead?
I suppose I should
laugh, really.
(GIGGLING)
# Now that I'm really
sure you love me...
(SCREAMING)
What d'you think of George?
He's very sweet but...
Well, he's just a baby.
You know me, I like 'em older,
with a bit of money
to spend on me.
(LAUGHS)
At least Bobby's 24.
He's nearly 25.
-Is that his name?
-Bobby Willis.
Works in
the recording industry.
Bobby Willis?
Always telling crap jokes?
He works in the bakery
at Woolworth's, Cil.
And he's only our age,
me brother went
to school with him.
And the last bird he pulled
had a wooden leg.
# Whoo! #
(CHEERING AND SCREAMING)
Thank you. Thanks very much.
You've been a lovely audience.
No, no. Actually, you've
been an audience,
we've been lovely.
-(CROWD LAUGHING)
-PAT: Hey, John,
give Cil a go! Go on.
It's not a talent show,
you know?
-(SHOUTING)
-Please!
-Go on, John.
-Bloody hell. Come on,
then, Cyril.
(SQUEALING AND LAUGHING)
-Thank you.
-Come up, hon.
-Is Boys all right?
-You hum it, love,
we'll play it.
It's me favourite. The song,
I mean, not boys.
Well, I like boys as well.
(LAUGHING)
So, so...
So, for little Cyril here...
Opportunity Knocks.
(CHEERING AND WHOOPING)
# I've been told when
a boy kiss a girl
# She takes a trip around
the world
# Yeah, yeah
# Bop-shoo-wop
# Bop-bop-shoo-wop
# Hey, hey
# Bop-shoo-wop
Bop-bop-shoo-wop
# Hey, hey, yeah!
Please say you do
# Bop-shoo-wop, yeah!
# My mama says when
you kiss my lips
# I get a thrill through
my fingertips
Yeah, yeah
-Everything all right?
-I've done me best, lad.
# Bop-shoo-wop
Bop-bop-shoo-wop
# Hey, hey, yeah!
Please say you do
# Bop-shoo-wop, yeah!
# Well, I'm talking 'bout boys
# Yeah, yeah, boys
# Don't you know I mean boys
# Yeah, yeah, boys
# Well, I'm talking 'bout boys
# Yeah, yeah, boys
# Yeah, yeah
# Yeah, yeah, boys
# I said, I'm talking
'bout boys
# What a bundle of joy #
Bloody hell, she's amazing.
# Don't you know I mean boys
# Yeah, yeah, boys
# I said I'm talking
about boys
# Yeah, yeah, boys
# Don't you know I mean
boys now!
# Yeah, yeah, boys
# I said I'm talking
about boys
# Yeah, yeah, boys
# Well, I'm talking about boys
# Yeah, yeah, boys
# What a bundle of joy
# A bundle of joy! #
(CHEERING)
Right, well, we're not
following that, so we're gonna
take a short break.
We'll see you in five.
(CHEERING)
Cilla? Cil?
Cilla? Cilla!
(EXHALES)
I'm sorry I'm late.
That was fab.
I mean, that was
pure rock 'n' roll.
I knew you were good,
but not that good.
Where have you been?
Sandpapering your
girlfriend's leg?
Why does everyone have to
keep bringing that up?
Or maybe working
at the studio?
Tuning things up, were you?
-Ah.
-You're a liar, you are.
You work at a bakery,
Bobby Willis.
And you're not 24, nearly 25.
You're the same bloody
age as me! And I bet that
car's not even yours.
It's definitely mine.
All bought and paid for.
You can drive off in it
on your own,
'cause I'm not interested
any more. All right?
It's not mine!
The car.
The cheek of it.
Sending his mate
as a bloody warm-up act!
I don't know who
he thinks he is.
That's Bobby Willis all over.
(GIGGLING)
-Ta.
-Come on, hurry up.
I've only got an hour!
-Sorry. Ta.
-Sorry, love.
BOUNCER: Come on.
CILLA: Sorry.
Hey, Cil, that's
Brian Epstein.
He's The Beatles' manager.
Hey, and guess what
I heard from George?
He's gonna sack Pete Best
and get Ringo in.
-You're joking!
-It hasn't come out yet.
But they've signed contracts
with him and everything.
He says they trust Brian
'cause he knows
how to talk proper,
without an accent, like.
-He's very classy-looking.
-I bet you he's loaded.
George said he's interested
in signing a girl singer,
you know.
But, I mean,
he's got loads of 'em
throwing themselves at him.
Some girl who sings down
the Iron Door's doing a demo
for him next week.
We've gotta get you
in there, Cil.
You can have two.
That should do you,
love, shouldn't it?
Can I have them
tins of spaghetti?
-The kids love them.
-We don't need them,
do we, son?
-No, take it.
-Thanks, Robert.
Hey, lad. Come on,
I'll take you for a pint.
KENNY: Drives me bloody mad.
We pay out from our wages
stockin' that larder,
and Dad just gives
it all away to Jean.
He promised Mum before
she died that he'd look
after her, didn't he?
-Well, she's bloody married.
She's got kids of her own now.
-All right, lads.
He still feels sorry for her
though, doesn't he?
You know, being adopted
and everything.
I don't buy that no more.
She's traded off
that all her life.
One big sympathy card,
it is with her.
Anyway, how's your love life?
Huh. Nothing happening.
What, the redhead's
out the picture?
Well, I've told you,
I can set you up on a date.
Mind you, I'll have to go
out on a limb for you.
(LAUGHS) Out on a limb!
Thank you.
Kenny, you and Rose...
What about us?
I mean, you'll end up
marrying her, won't you?
I expect so, lad.
How did you know, like,
that she'd be the one?
Well, I don't know, do I?
How does anyone know?
All I'll say is this,
there's the ones
who are hard to pull
and the ones who are easy.
Now, the best ones
are the ones who are easy,
who you like.
But mostly the ones
who are easy, you don't like.
Then there's the hard ones
who you don't like.
They're no problem.
It's when you find one who's
hard to pull,
who you really like...
That's when you're
in trouble, lad.
-We really rate you.
Don't we, Ade?
-We do.
You see, that's why we want
you to sing with us.
You see, as a band,
"The Big Three"
we're really fuc...
Er, puckin' going places.
Oh, no, I couldn't go abroad.
Me dad wouldn't let me.
No, we just want you
to sing with us round here.
And how many others have
turned you down before
you've come to Cilla?
None. Honest.
A couple of others.
There's this girl
Beryl Marsden we tried,
but apparently she's got
a recording contract lined up.
-Who with?
-Brian Epstein.
Oh! So Cilla's
an after-thought?
Look, we really like her.
We think you're puckin' great.
TREVOR: I'm telling you,
Roger Hunt can do it anywhere,
First Division, England.
-I'm telling you,
he scores goals for fun.
-Bobby!
All right, lads.
How's it going?
Like the new threads?
Where'd you get 'em?
From a tailor's.
-Brian Epstein bought
it for me.
-The Beatles fella?
Yeah, Brian Epstein.
He's a really nice guy.
He's a manager.
Wants to hear me sing.
(SCOFFS) You can't sing
a bloody note!
I can have lessons, can't I?
Why did he buy
it for you, Degsy?
I'll just say yes.
I mean, if I'm singing
in clubs anyway,
I might as well make
some money out of it.
Yeah, hut aren't we supposed
to haggle or something?
I don't know. Haven't you
got any conditions?
Erm...
If they need any photos of me
they've gotta be taken
from the front,
'cause of how I broke me nose
when I was little.
That's a good one.
He just likes to see a stylish
young fella like me
looking good, that's all.
Nobody gets something
for nothing, Degsy.
Youse are just jealous
'cause he never bought
youse one.
Oh, come on, lad,
she's not interested in you.
I'll catch up
with youse later.
Come on, Cil, take it.
It's a puckin'
brilliant offer.
And we'll look after you,
separate dressing rooms
and all that.
-(GASPS)
-Okay.
Just one thing.
About any photos...
-Excuse me. Sorry.
-What do you want?
Fellas, can I have one minute
with my client, please?
-Client?
-Puckin' client?
Please, Gents, Pauline.
Come on, let her talk
to her manager.
I said, come on!
(CLEARS THROAT)
-I'm sorry, but I couldn't
help overhearing...
-You mean snooping?
I take it you haven't got
any personal management?
What if I haven't?
What would you know about
personal management
down the bakery?
Let me handle
your negotiations and I'll get
youse a better deal.
I've got a good deal
already, thanks.
They're offering me
one pound ten a gig.
Yeah, well, that's what
they call an opening offer.
They'll pay you more.
They always do.
Look, that night at The Cavern
you were amazing.
And a brilliant singer needs
a brilliant manager.
And I've already proved
I'm good at lying, haven't I?
(CLEARS THROAT)
My client's rate
is two quid a gig.
Take it or leave it.
-Leave it.
-You what?
You heard. Deal's off.
We're not interested any more.
Hang on,
you just tried to sign her.
I've changed me mind.
If she's gonna be tricky
we'll get someone else.
-She's not being tricky.
-No, but you are.
-And you're her
puckin' manager, aren't you?
-She's left.
And you're her
fuckin' manager, aren't you?
I'm sure if I put
the word around
I'd get her another offer.
Good luck with that.
All right. Hang on.
Just wait a minute, lads.
(MUTTERS) Wait a minute.
(SIGHS) Go on, then.
We'll accept
the original offer.
I've just told you,
that offer's withdrawn.
The new offer's one pound
five shillings a gig.
What? That's less
than you were offering
five minutes ago.
-Sorry, Bob.
-So, is that a yes?
Yes!
Puckin' yes.
(ACOUSTIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(WHISTLING AND CHEERING)
Congratulations, lad!
-You got a ciggie?
I'm gasping.
-Yeah.
(SIGHS)
She looks bloody lovely,
our Rose.
It's just a shame
there wasn't a few more
here to see her.
(SIGHS) I begged Dad again
this morning...
But he wouldn't budge.
Said that his sisters would
never forgive him, you know,
for welcoming a Catholic
into the family.
Well, it's not me dad
I'm marrying, is it?
So you're back on with
the redhead?
That's another Catholic.
(CHUCKLES) We're gluttons
for punishment, we are.
Yeah, it's going great.
Except it's costing me ten bob
every time I see her.
What?
I told her I'd be her manager,
you know, and get
her a pay rise.
(EXHALES) In the end
I ended up taking five bob
less than they were offerin'
in the first place.
Course I told her
that I'd got her
a five-bob-a-night pay rise.
-Just walk away!
-I couldn't or she would
have lost the job!
No! You gotta always
be prepared to walk away
or don't get involved
in the first place.
It's like me with Dad.
He's give it the all,
"Ah, I won't come
if you marry Rose,"
so I called his bluff.
If someone thinks they've
got the upper hand,
the only way to beat them
is to walk away.
Well, you certainly
got the upper hand.
I'm gonna miss you, Kenny.
Behave! I'm only going
round the corner,
you soft sod.
Come here.
CILLA: (SQUEALING) Bobby!
(LAUGHS) Wait. You be careful.
Your driving's getting worse.
-I know.
-(CILLA LAUGHS)
Cilla Black? How have they
managed to get me name wrong?
I dunno. I had a right go at
'em, though.
I don't mind.
It kind of sounds all right,
doesn't it?
Well, it won't happen again.
How you managed to get
an extra five shillings
a night out of Hutch,
I'll never know.
It wasn't easy,
I can tell you that.
And don't go discussing
it with them now, remember.
No, I won't.
I'll leave all that to you.
You don't think they'll mind
me playing with Kingsize
Taylor tonight, do you?
Well, I hope they won't
find out.
-Hey, listen, you're
in demand.
-Mmm-hmm.
You're hot, Cil.
People want to come
and see you.
Thanks for being such
a good manager.
(GIGGLING)
-Where are we, down here?
-Downstairs. To the left.
(CHEERING AND SCREAMING)
We're gonna have a couple
of numbers now from our
favourite girl singer,
it's Swinging Cilla!
(CHEERING)
You all right, Cilla?
Yeah, I'm just delighted
I made it up here
without falling over.
Me mam said these heels
were too high.
(CROWD LAUGHING)
I've got the orange ones,
and me best friend Pat
she's got the green ones,
so we can swap.
(LAUGHING)
All right, then, Ted,
let's get started.
I know you all know him
as Kingsize,
but we get our pork chops
from his butcher's shop.
-Tiny.
-(LAUGHING)
Hit it!
# Well
# Somebody's always talkin'
about the way he walks
# Somebody's always talkin'
about the way he talks
# Somebody's always thinkin'
of something smart to say
# Somebody's always tryin'
to take my baby away #
From now on,
we want two quid a gig.
Two quid? (SCOFFS)
No way! We can't afford that.
You heard her tonight.
She's got a great voice,
and she's great
with an audience.
-She's a draw.
-Yeah, but two quid?
That's gotta come
out of our money.
All right.
Well, it's getting late,
Kingsize. I'll say good night.
The most we can pay is 30 bob.
(INHALES AND EXHALES)
Night, lad.
Sorry about that.
Just saying good night
to the lads.
They were happy with me,
weren't they?
Oh, aye, they loved you.
-Definitely want you to do
more gigs with 'em.
-(GIGGLING)
Hey, listen, that stuff you
did in between the songs?
-What stuff?
-You know, the talking
to the audience.
That's just me nerves.
I'll try and keep me
gob shut in future.
No, keep doing it.
People love it.
It lets 'em see you're just
like them. Normal like.
-Do you think so?
-Come here.
Mmm-mmm.
We'd better get going.
Me Dad won't go to
sleep till I get in.
You still don't want
a boyfriend then?
I like you, Bobby, and I like
you being me manager.
But if I'm in love with
anything it's me singing.
Have you told your family
I'm a Catholic yet?
That sort of stuff doesn't
bother 'em in the slightest.
I wish my family was
so understanding.
(CHUCKLES)
(ENGINE STARTING)
All right there, Kingsize?
You're a bloody thief.
Two quid is way over the top.
I just came here
to tell you that.
All right.
Ah, go on, then.
Two quid it is. But you make
sure she's there on time.
Not a problem.
You said June Allyson.
That doesn't look
like June Allyson.
June does have
a slightly softer curl,
I'll give you that.
-I'll back comb it for you.
-Yeah.
-Ma!
-In here.
-Oh, hello, John.
-All right, Pat?
-Hey, it's Cyril.
-All right, John.
Oh, bloody hell, Ma,
you're not lettin' them have
another go on you, are ya?
-Shut up!
-How you getting on with your
new drummer then, John?
Oh, I think he's terrific.
Don't you?
He's all right.
I did like Pete.
Oh, no, we had to move on
from Pete. He didn't have
as many rings as Ringo.
(LAUGHING)
Anyway, before you go picking
holes in things, we've got
a bit of good news for you.
-Oh, yeah, what's that?
-We got you an audition.
An audition? Who with?
Brian Epstein.
Brian Epstein?
-(LAUGHING)
-I thought that would
shut you up.
He's very interested in you.
He's looking to develop
local talent.
It's sort of out of you
and this other girl,
Beryl Marsden,
who he's gonna sign.
And he wants to see you sing.
Ringo, you put my name up
to see Brian Epstein?
Don't look at me,
it was John that did it.
-But my money's
on Beryl Marsden.
-(LAUGHING)
(LAUGHS)
I don't know what to say.
You could start with
"thank you".
(LAUGHS) Thank you!
Oh, thank you both.
Mmm-wah!
If it goes well, Cil,
we'll both have
the same manager.
Manager? No, I've already
got a manager.
What? Bobby Willis?
He's just a scally,
same as me and you.
I'm not sure scallies
are ideal management material.
(CHUCKLING)
# So, baby, why do you
run from my arms
# When you're close to me?
# Could it be you're
shy of love?
# Could it be you're
shy of love? #
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
-Cil?
-Hiya.
Do you didn't mind me coming
to the back door, did you?
You said your Dad's
working nights.
No, no, it's Okay.
It's just...
Well, I've had
a bit of good news.
Me too. Go on, you first.
Well, I've got an audition
with Brian Epstein.
-Epstein?
-Yeah, Brian Epstein.
And if it goes well,
he's gonna sign me
and sort of be me manager.
Oh.
Apparently, from what
he's heard, he thinks
I might have what it takes.
Yeah, well, there's plenty
of us who knew that already.
It don't need him
to tell you that.
Look, I've got to take
this opportunity, Bobby.
You do understand that?
I mean, I've always been
straight with you
about me singing
coming first, haven't I?
Yeah. You have.
Well, aren't you
pleased for me?
I mean this is me big chance.
I'm made up, yeah.
So, what about tonight?
Well, the thing is,
the audition's tomorrow night
and Ringo says I've gotta
save me voice for it.
Oh. Right. So, erm...
You're not gonna do the gig?
I can't. I've got to put
this first, Bobby.
Yeah. I can see that.
So what was your good news?
Oh, nothing, really. Nothing.
(STUTTERS) I'd better get
back and tell the lads
you aren't coming.
Yeah. Tell 'em
I'm really sorry, yeah?
Yeah, course.
So I'll...
See you around then.
Yeah. See you.
(MUSIC AND CHATTER)
(SIGHS) He will be here,
won't he?
Well, he said he would.
But Brian's a very busy man.
-Yeah. Busy making us money.
-(LAUGHING)
Hey, Cil. If you get
a recording contract,
how about doin' this one?
# Each time I look
into your eyes
# I see that there,
there heaven lies
# And as I look I see
the love of the loved #
(LAUGHING)
Hey, hey. It's good for
a girl singer that one.
Well, thanks for
the vote of confidence.
-He's here. Epstein.
-What? Where?
JOHN: Come on. Let's get
on with it, shall we?
CILLA: (EXHALES) Oh!
Come on, boys, let's do it.
Hey, Cil, no pressure.
It's only your whole future
depends on it.
-Oh, shut up, Ringo!
-(FANS SCREAMING)
-No, he didn't! He didn't.
-(LIVELY CHATTER AND LAUGHTER)
(MUSIC PLAYING)
(CROWD SCREAMING)
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Right, now, you lot, give her
plenty of encouragement,
'cause we think she's lovely,
don't we, Paul?
-I thought she was a bloke.
-Oh, she is too.
-(LAUGHING)
-Here for you tonight,
all the way from Scottie Road,
it's little Cyril White.
Also sometimes known
as Cilla Black!
(PLAYS NOTE)
(CHEERING)
Whoo!
This is one of me favourites.
This is called Summertime.
-That's a bit of luck,
we know that.
-(LAUGHING)
RINGO: One, two, three, four.
# Summertime
(FALTERING)
# And the livin' is easy
# Fish are jumpin'
# And the cotton is high
# Oh, your daddy's rich
# And your mamma's
good lookin'
# So, hush, little baby
# Don't you cry
# One of these mornings
# I'm gonna rise up singing
# And spread my wings
# And reach to the sky
# But till that morning
# There's ain't nothing
can harm you
(FALTERING)
# With mammy and daddy
standing by
# With daddy and mammy
standing by #
(EXHALING)
-Thank you.
-(APPLAUSE)
One, two...
A one, two, three, four.
# I'm gonna tell Aunt Mary
about Uncle John #
(CILLA SOBBING)
PAULINE: Cil! Cil!
It was the wrong song.
I was trying to be
all sophisticated.
I just ended up
looking stupid.
-Oh, Cil...
-It was horrible.
I've blown it, haven't I?
-Everything!
-Oh, Cil.
(SOBBING)
HUTCH: Okay, okay,
here she is.
Liverpool's number
one girl singer.
With a song she says
she'll be cutting
for her first single...
It's our very own...
Beryl Marsden!
(CHEERING)
# Each time I look
into your eyes
# I see that there,
there heaven lies
# And as I look I see
the love of the loved
(TYPEWRITER KEYS CLACKING)
# Someday they'll see that
from the start
# My place has been deep
in your heart
# And in your heart I see
the love of the loved
# Though I've said
it all before I will say
it more and more
# Now that I'm really sure
you love me
# And I know that from today
I'll see it in the way
# That you look at me
And say you love me
# So, let it rain,
I'll never care
# Deep in your heart,
I'll still be there
# And when I'm there
# I see the love of the loved
# So, let it rain,
what do I care?
# Deep in your heart,
I'll still be there
# And when I'm there
# I see the love
of the loved! #