Cilla (2014): Season 1, Episode 3 - Episode #1.3 - full transcript
I'd like to manage your daughter,
Mr White.
He wants you to be me road manager.
I said we come as a pair.
♪..you love me
and you'll always be true to me
You have a really good voice.
She's a Scottie Road Catholic, Dad.
And I love her.
So, come on, what did you do to
yourself?
Oh, stupid - I walked into the
kitchen door.
Word of advice. Choose anyone other
than him.
♪ Anyone who had a heart would love
me too
It's gone to number one.
♪ You're my world, you're every
breath I take
♪ You're my world, you're every move
I make
♪ Other eyes see the stars up in the
sky
♪ But for me, they shine within your
eyes
♪ As the trees reach for the sun
above
♪ So my arms reach out to you for
love
♪ With your hand resting in mine
♪ I feel a power so divine
♪ You're my world, you are my night
and day
♪ You're my world, you're every
prayer I pray
♪ If our love ceases to be
♪ Then it's the end of my world for
me
My dear girl, that was incredible.
But I think we can get it even
better.
I think we need a male voice in the
mix on those harmonies.
~ Bobby, would you mind helping us out
here? ~ Bobby?
Well, he can sing, can't he?
Yes, I think that's a marvellous
idea, don't you, Bobby?
Well, erm...
I don't mind giving it a go, if
it'll help out, like.
♪ You're my world, you are my night
and day
♪ You're my world, you're every
prayer I pray
(LAUGHTER AND CHATTER)
Ladies and gentlemen,
I have just received confirmation
from my office
and I'm delighted to be able to tell
you that her new single, You're My
World,
has just given my Cilla,
my wonderful artist,
Miss Cilla Black, her second
consecutive number one.
(CHEERING)
See, I told you it was easy!
She obviously weren't trying hard
enough on Love Of The bloody Loved.
(LAUGHTER)
That's the last failure we ever give
you.
Brian says I've gotta go on telly
tomorrow, I'm so nervous.
Just be yourself, Cil.
Or failing that, show 'em your
knickers.
Enjoying being rich, then, girl?
You're joking, aren't you? I haven't
seen any of it yet. Bobby's better
off than me.
He's bought himself a new car
out of his money for writing songs.
Oh, I didn't know you were a writer.
You and Paul haven't anything to
worry about.
So, are you two together now?
~ We're sort of seeing...
~ He's me road manager.
So is he your boyfriend or your road
manager?
Sort of both.
Don't go telling anyone or Brian'll
have your guts for garters. Won't
you, Brian?
It's the love that mustn't speak its
name. It's forbidden love, isn't it?
I happen to believe...that to the
general public you must remain
attainable.
They'll be more inclined to buy your
records if they think you can still
be theirs.
I've got a wife and a little baby
boy I can't ever mention.
But we've all got our dirty little
secrets, haven't we, Brian?
(LAUGHTER)
Brian!
Brian?
~ Brian!
~ MAN: Come on, Brian!
Come on, let me in, you fairy!
Just let me in!
Hello, sir.
You took your bloody time.
♪..ceases to be
♪ Then it's the end of my world for
me
No sign of Brian tonight...again!
~ Hi, Cilla!
~ Miss Black? Fab 208 magazine.
Can I get a few words on how it
feels to have two consecutive number
ones?
It feels great - like me Christmas
and birthday coming together. It's a
very special time for me.
Do you have anyone special to enjoy
it with?
No, there's nobody in my life.
I'm carefree and single.
PHOTOGRAPHER:
One for the front page, please.
This way, Miss Black.
Aren't you going to stay for some
breakfast, sir?
How can I blame him...
..when I disgust myself?
EPSTEIN: Nearly there.
Just this way, my dear girl.
The Black Bird has landed.
Welcome to the London Palladium.
Look at all them seats!
(LAUGHS)
Let me take you to your dressing
room, Miss Black.
I insisted you had your own.
It's like I'm dreaming.
Thank you.
BOBBY: Er...Brian?
All right there, Brian?
Haven't seen you around for a while.
Bet you're run off your feet with
The Beatles.
That's gone wild for you.
There must be a lot of demands on
your time.
Not so much that I can't cope with
my other acts.
I do like you, Bobby, I hope you
know that.
You're a bright boy. You'll go far.
♪ If our love ceases to be
♪ Then it's the end of my world
♪ End of my world
♪ End of my world for me
(RAPTUROUS APPLAUSE)
Do you know...
I'm that proud I could burst?
I could have sung professionally,
Kenny. Did you know that?
It's not about you, is it, Cil?
COMPERE: And now, ladies and
gentlemen, Danny La Rue!
♪ On Mother Kelly's doorstep
♪ I'm wondering now
♪ If little girl Nelly
♪ Remembers Joe, her beau
♪ And does she love me like she used
to
Don't tell the girls...
but you see that woman up there?
It's a man, that is.
Is that right, John?
I've been away to sea.
I know about these things.
♪..like she used to
♪ On Mother Kelly's doorstep
I couldn't believe my eyes.
Did you see everybody standing up?
~ Did you enjoy it, Mam?
~ It was fabulous.
Bobby, look what Brian got me
for getting two number ones.
~ Isn't it beautiful?
~ Yeah, it's lovely.
~ You're a lucky girl, Brian's so
generous to you. ~ I know.
~ It's all so glamorous.
~ He spoils me.
Yeah.
So bloody generous he's only paying
her 350 quid a week.
350! Bloody hell, la', that'd do me.
Not when you consider
she's doing 13 shows for that.
It works out at 26 pounds 10
shillings a show.
~ Have you seen all the fans she's
pulling in? ~ What does Cilla say?
Well, that's the problem.
She won't have a bad word said
against Brian.
She says she owes everything to him.
A lot of aggravation goes with this
job, I tell you.
Beats working in a bakery.
(BOTH LAUGH)
How's Dad?
Still arguing with Jean.
Can you believe they're still
squabbling over your old bloody
room?
I said I didn't want it no more.
Yeah, it's posh hotels all the way
for you now, isn't it?
I'd love to get Rose in there for
one night.
They say it makes you double
amorous, is that right, la'?
I wouldn't know.
We haven't spent one night together
the whole time we've been down here.
I'm thinking about becoming a monk.
(BOTH LAUGH)
It's in the contract.
The terms were offered,
you were happy and you signed.
But you can see now that it's her
they're coming to see. She's the big
draw.
I'm not contesting that.
I've always been told you've got to
be prepared to walk away if you're
not happy.
That's correct. Except in this
case, were you to do so, the theatre
would sue for loss of income.
Ah, Dick.
~ Morning, Brian.
~ This is Dick James.
Dick is a music publisher -
a very successful one.
Pleased to meet you.
I asked Dick to stop by
this morning because we have
something we want to put to you.
~ Sure, I'll go get Cilla.
~ Oh, no, it's just you we want to
speak to.
We think you're special, Bobby.
You write songs,
you've got a good singing voice.
And we like the idea of a blond.
There aren't many blonds out there,
it gives you something unique.
We'd like to sign you to a recording
contract.
We want to make you a star.
"Bobby Willis, the Blond from
Bootle".
But I'm not from Bootle, I'm from...
He's not being literal.
What do you think?
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
~ What's up?
~ I need to talk to you about
something.
Bobby, how many times?
I need to talk to you about
something important. Nothing funny.
I wanted to tell you earlier
but I thought I'd wait until after
the show.
I went to see Brian today, and this
other fella...
~ What about?
~ ..Dick James.
What about?
Me.
What about you?
They've erm...
They've offered me a recording
contract, haven't they?
They want me to write me songs,
and sing 'em meself.
Brian wants to manage me.
"The Blond from Bootle"
they reckon they're gonna call me.
I said I'm not from Bootle but they
said it didn't have to be,
litter-something.
~ No.
~ Literal.
No, what?
You're not doing it.
I er... I said you might have
something to say.
Well, I do, and you're not doing it.
I have to fight to get
any attention from Brian already.
I'm well aware I'm in a queue behind
The Beatles and Gerry & The
Pacemakers
and Billy J bloody Kramer and
whoever.
I am not about to start
fighting it out with you as well.
I just thought you might be pleased
for me, because it's me big
opportunity.
Well, I'm sorry but I'm not.
I do the singing and you look after
me.
That's what we agreed -
that's what you told me you liked
doing.
If you wanna be with me, Bobby,
that's the only way it can work.
If that's the way you feel...
..I'll tell 'em I'm not interested.
(DOOR CLOSES)
I like it. What do you think, Bobby?
Nothing to do with me, Brian,
she makes her own decisions.
I like it.
Come on, then, tell us how me record
did, I'm bursting.
I can't find it.
Number seven?
Is that all?
Seven is not to be sniffed at.
And perhaps three number ones on the
trot would have been a little
greedy, don't you think?
No, I don't. I want them all to go to
number one.
I don't know why you'd mess
with a winning formula, Brian.
The other two were big ballads.
It's For You is all poppy - why
change?
Bobby, I think we all know where
we'd be if we'd taken your advice
last time around.
~ I'm only giving my opinion.
~ I want you to look at this.
I wonder if the time has come
to see what America thinks of you.
Alfie?
It's a Burt Bacharach/Hal David
composition.
You can't call a song Alfie.
It's like something you'd call a dog.
It's the title track to a new movie
starring Michael Caine.
I think it would be an excellent
record to introduce you to America
with.
You can't call a song Alfie!
At least have a think about it.
Please.
All right, I'll have a think about
it.
Come on, Bobby, I'm starving.
Erm...Brian,
the offer for the recording contract
and that.
I'm really grateful but I'll have to
turn you down.
May I ask why?
It's just not right for me at the
moment.
Not right for you, or for Cilla?
It was my decision.
I can see we're going to have to
watch her.
It was my decision.
Of course.
Hi, Cilla, I'm Burt Bacharach.
Hello, Burt.
I heard you didn't like the title of
my song.
No. No, no, I love it.
Well, actually, I did say it sounds
like the name of a dog.
But then, you did want Dionne Warwick
instead of me, didn't you?
Touche.
♪ What's it all about, Alfie?
♪ Is it just for the moment we live?
♪ What's it all about
♪ When you started out, Alfie?
♪ Are we meant to take more than we
give?
One more.
♪ As sure as I believe...
♪ As sure as I believe
♪ Something even non-believers can
believe in
One more.
♪ I believe in love, Alfie
♪ Without true love, we just exist,
Alfie
♪ Until you find the love you've
missed
♪ You're nothing, Alfie
♪ Alfie
One more.
One more.
One more.
One more.
One more.
~ I don't want it to go on all night,
here. ~ Just one more, I think we can
get it better.
~ What exactly are you looking for,
Burt? ~ I don't know...
Just that little bit of magic.
I think we got that on take four.
Aren't you pushing her a little too
hard, Burt?
No, it's all right, if he wants
another take, I'll give him another
take.
One more. I didn't come all the way
from LA for second best.
Bobby, can you move out the way?
I can see you and it's putting me
off.
GEORGE: All right, then, one more,
please.
Let's go.
Thank you.
♪ And you'll find love any day
♪ Alfie
♪ Alfie
OK, I think we got a good take.
We had one two hours ago.
Well played.
I'll tell you now,
you gave as good as you got there,
girl.
~ He wouldn't know what hit him, old
Burt. ~ I wasn't gonna give in.
Come here. Proud of you.
Bobby, you're not coming in,
I'm worried about me...
Dad, yeah, I know.
How can you tell one of the most
famous composers in the world where
to go,
and still be scared of your bloody
dad when he wouldn't even know?
I'm sorry, that's just the way it is.
(SIGHS)
Bloody hell, Cil, we haven't seen
hide nor hair of you for weeks, then
you bring us all this way.
~ What's going on, girl?
~ Who lives here, Cil?
You do.
~ You what?
~ It's yours!
No, you never have?
I've bought it for you.
For us?
You can't be spending money on us.
Well, I can and I have.
Here you are.
You've got your own front door, now,
Mam.
Oh, hey, Cil.
It's good to see you, lad.
Really, it is.
I've missed having
you about and that's the truth.
I've missed you too, Dad.
Where's our Jean?
Oh, upstairs, I expect.
We don't see much of each other
these days - and that's how I prefer
it.
If you need a bigger place, Dad,
I can help you out. I've got a bit
put away.
You save your money.
I'm happy where I am.
This is the house where your mam
died, this is where I'll die too.
So...it's all over with this girl
from Scottie Road you've been
seeing, then, the singer?
What?
I read this article that said she
never had a fella,
she was carefree and single.
Oh, no.
That's just for the papers, Dad.
Her manager told her to say that so
it wouldn't affect her popularity.
So you're still with her?
Yeah.
Actually, we're going to New York
next week.
It's a great opportunity for her.
Cos I just thought you might be
coming home now.
No.
It's like I keep telling you, Dad,
I'm not coming home no more...ever.
I'm sorry.
Who would have thought, eh, girl?
I can't believe we've come this far.
Come on.
(PRETENDS TO COUGH)
Hey, Brian. Listen, I
thought I'd be singing Alfie
on the Ed Sullivan Show.
He's asked for something more
up-tempo.
And we have to give Ed what he
wants, there'll be 30 million people
watching.
The Beatles played his show three
times and it didn't hurt their
careers, did it?
Enjoy yourself, enjoy the city.
That's what it's all about, you
wonderful girl.
Do you think he's sickening for
something?
He didn't look well to me,
he should get himself to bed.
~ Probably go cruising the city first.
~ Cruising?
Why don't we go cruising? I'm not
even tired yet.
Don't be soft, not that type of
cruising.
Well, what type of cruising do you
mean?
~ He'll be going round looking for
fellas. ~ What for?
Bloody hell, Cil, for sex.
Fellas don't actually have sex
together, do they?
Christ, you're so bloody naive!
And is that what he has to do to find
someone to do it with - go driving
round in his car?
I suppose so.
Poor Brian.
That's up to him. My problem is he's
not around enough for you.
He keeps going on about how
brilliant The Beatles are and then
he just buggers off.
He's here now, isn't he?
I know you want to be me manager,
Bobby, but Brian is. You are my road
manager.
I'm well aware of that. I know me
place.
And now, here she is...
..a great Welsh singer from Wales in
England, it's Cilla Black!
(APPLAUSE)
♪ Dancing In The Streets
♪ Callin' out around the world
♪ Are you ready for a brand new beat?
♪ Summer's here and the time is right
♪ For dancin' in the streets
Wales in England?
Where did that come from?
I felt a right Wilf -
he clearly had no idea who I was.
I'm sorry, girl,
but I've got more bad news for you.
There's a version of Alfie been
released in America with Cher
singing it.
But that's supposed to be the record
that gets me started here.
I've got to speak to Brian.
Don't bother. I tried his office
five minutes ago. He's out.
♪ I feel a power so divine
♪ You're my world, you are my night
and day
♪ You're my world, you're every
prayer I pray
♪ If our love ceases to be
♪ Then it's the end of my world
♪ End of my world
♪ End of my world for me
(RIPPLE OF APPLAUSE)
Thank you.
Sorry I'm late.
I needed you here last night, Brian.
My dear girl...
Well, I mean... surely Bobby was
with you, wasn't he?
This place is all wrong.
It's full of millionaires and fur
coats.
They're not in the least bit
interested in some young redhead from
Liverpool.
I could tell last night
they didn't like the songs I was
singing.
Well, look... So, change things.
Do some jazz numbers.
Tailor your set, work at it.
Being a success over here,
it doesn't come easy.
We're just saying we could do with
some sort of warning about what to
expect, Brian, that's all.
I do have rather a lot on my plate
at the moment.
So you keep telling us.
Oven's only small, but I think I
cooked the joint through.
Here we are... Sunday lunch.
A little taste of home.
You know, I didn't come all the way
over here to sing jazz in some hotel.
Oh, come on. It's like Brian said,
it's not gonna be easy.
It's gonna take a lot of hard work.
~ It went all right last night, didn't
it? ~ I'm not enjoying it.
~ I'm gonna ask Brian to take me home.
~ What?
~ We can't go home, we only just got
here. ~ I'm not happy, Bobby. I'm
homesick.
Hard luck. You have to try a lot
harder than that, girl.
You can't talk to me like that. You
don't know what it's like for me up
on stage every night.
It's all right for you driving me to
places and taking me back.
If you and Brian would let me
I'd do a lot more for you, wouldn't
I?
I've had enough, Bobby. I want to go
home.
You're acting like a spoilt brat.
I'm doing me best. I've done
a Sunday bloody roast for you,
haven't I?
~ Imagine we're back in Liverpool.
~ It's horrible.
It tastes nothing like me mam's
crackling. And me mam has stuffing.
Does she?
Well, stuff your mam and stuff you!
Better out there than in here
cos I'm not eating it.
I'm tellin' you now, Cil,
if you go home that's us finished.
I've got a life too and I'm sick of
you shoving me to the side like it
doesn't even matter!
Finish with me,
but you won't be me road manager.
No. That's right.
Sometimes you've got to be prepared
to walk away.
I'm going home.
And you can find someone else
to carry your bags!
(DOOR SLAMS)
(PHONE RINGS)
Cil?
Look, I'm sorry about today.
Things just got a bit out of hand.
Robert?
Kenny? Is that you?
~ I don't know what time it is
there... ~ It's OK, I was awake.
What's up?
It's Dad.
What about him?
I'm so sorry, la'.
It was pneumonia.
He was just too weak to fight it in
the end.
It's because of that bloody argument
with Jean!
You can't say that. They were both
as stubborn as each other.
If I was there...
cooking his dinner,
then he'd still be alive now.
You can say the same if I was there.
You can't think like that, la'.
What was I doing, poncing about in
America?
~ CILLA: Brian, you know I hate
heights. ~ I have got you. Don't worry.
~ (CILLA LAUGHS)
~ Come on, it's a beautiful day.
Will you just please tell me
what we're doing up here?
(CILLA GIGGLES)
Happy birthday.
You are so lovely to me.
So, come on, aren't you gonna tell me
how me new record's doing?
Not bad, really. Number 24.
Oh, 24? Is that it?
I was hoping for a better present.
I know you're disappointed,
but if you think about it every
record since Love Of The Loved has
been Top 30.
~ You might have a funny nose...
~ Oi, you!
But you are a very wealthy young
woman.
And you'll have other hit records,
I'm sure. Maybe even another No.1.
But nothing lasts forever.
Doesn't it?
I miss him too, you know.
Hm.
I spoke to him to tell him
I was sorry about his dad, but...
..since then, nothing.
You know, everything that's happening
to me it just..
It doesn't seem worth it without him.
I thought all I wanted was to be a
star...
So why don't you stop being so
stubborn and call him?
Because I'm scared.
What if he doesn't want to speak to
me?
He will. He's a good man.
I'll never meet someone as good as
Bobby to share things with.
~ Oh, come on...
~ I...I won't, Cilla.
I'm resigned to it.
Certain aspects of my life have
become...
..ugly.
That's the only word for it, really.
If it wasn't for my work
I don't know if I could go on.
Brian, come on. Don't talk like this.
I've been under a lot of pressure
lately and...and so I've come to a
decision.
I'm only going to carry on
personally managing two of my
clients.
The Beatles...
..and you.
(TEARFULLY) So, remember,
it's just you and the boys now...
You're all I get up in the mornings
for.
(BOTH LAUGH)
COMPERE: And now, live from
the Winter Gardens Pavilion in
Blackpool,
~ please welcome Miss Cilla Black.
~ Thank you.
~ Hey, la'. She's on!
~ (APPLAUSE)
Ooh, you clap for a really long time,
don't you?
I'm not complaining, though. I love
it!
Thank you.
This is a song that means a lot to
me.
♪ Don't Answer Me
Come on, Robert. Why don't you just
watch her singing?
♪ I'm asking you to tell me why
♪ You leave me as often as you do
♪ Am I to be your used to be
♪ Can I be losing you?
♪ I don't know why
♪ I'm asking you
♪ When I know what it may be leading
to
♪ Don't answer me
♪ Don't answer me
♪ Not if you're gonna tell me
♪ We are through
♪ Don't answer me
♪ Don't answer me
♪ For I'll be left with nothing
♪ If I
♪ Lose you
(APPLAUSE)
Didn't she sing it lovely?
(PHONE RINGS)
Hello?
It's me.
You were great tonight.
(SOBS)
I was thinking of you when I was
singing it.
I love you, Cil.
I love you too.
So what are we gonna do about it?
Erm... Can't you come here and see
me?
I'm at the Grand.
I'm on me way.
(CILLA LAUGHS)
I'm sorry I've been so selfish.
I've told you before - don't go
apologising.
Come in with me, Bobby.
Bobby, I can't tell you how thrilled
we are to have you back.
Likewise.
Not least because I still can't be
trusted to open a door without
virtually knocking myself out.
Now I have been doing some thinking.
Cilla's recording career
will start to peter out,
maybe this year, maybe next.
Nothing lasts much longer than that
in this industry.
And er...the trick is to start the
next career before that happens.
What "next" career?
Can I get anybody a drink?
No, thanks. What do you mean, "next"
career?
I've...been getting a lot of offers
for you to do television shows.
They like how natural and unaffected
you are in front of the camera.
But I'm a singer, Brian.
She's only interested in doing telly
shows to help sell her records.
What does she want to be on telly
for?
I really think you should look into
doing something on TV. It's a
perfect fit for you.
No. I'm sorry, Brian, but we're not
interested.
I'd be grateful if you concentrated
on her singing career, and finding
songs for her to record.
(DOORBELL)
That'll be them. Bobby?
~ Well, go on - answer it!
~ (GIGGLES)
Mum! Dad! Come in. Come in.
~ (CILLA LAUGHS)
~ Hello, love.
~ How are you?
~ Hiya.
~ Hey. All right, Bobby lad?
~ Mr White.
~ Come here, Queen.
~ (BOTH LAUGH)
~ Hey.
~ How are you?
Bloody hell. This is swanky, in't
it, eh? Right on Regent's Park, eh?
So this is the main bedroom.
This is my bedroom.
~ It's absolutely lovely.
~ (LAUGHTER)
Oh, lovely.
~ And this is Bobby's bedroom.
~ Very nice.
So, what's happening next, Cil?
I always love to hear what they've
got you doing.
We're having a bit of a row with
Brian at the moment. That's all
coming to a head, but...
Apart from that I'm in a show
with Frankie Howerd in the West End.
~ Oh, I like him, don't I, John?
~ Oh, aye. She bloody loves him.
Come and see the bathroom. It's
through here.
Listen, lad. I have just spotted
one of your socks in the other
bedroom.
It's her mother I'm worried about.
She doesn't understand these things
like I do.
Like you?
Oh, aye.
It's no skin off my nose.
I'm a man of the world, all right?
I've been away to sea, haven't I?
Just be a bit more careful about
how you go about your business. All
right?
Righto, Mr White.
Brian, I'm not happy with the songs
you've been offering Cilla.
Just leave it there.
We'll serve ourselves, thank you.
I know she's had a terrific run with
you, Brian,
but I wonder if it might be time
to take a step back...
No, please. No.
Please don't leave me.
Look. Look, erm...
the boys, they won't tour any more.
They just want to work in the
studio, so I'll have plenty of time
on my hands now.
I...I promise you I'll do better.
Brian, you know I love you,
but you said yourself nothing last
forever.
Look, Cilla. Please, I'm begging
you. Please don't leave me.
Come on, Brian, don't do this.
The boys are drifting away from
me... and...and if I lose you then
I'll have nothing.
OK, well, we'll take a few days.
We'll...we'll talk about it.
And er... We'll think about things
and talk about it again, OK?
We will... We will talk about it
again?
Yes.
Oh, thank you. Oh, God.
Oh, thank you.
CILLA: Thank you.
(PIANO MUSIC IN THE BACKGROUND)
~ You don't have to have steak every
time. ~ I like steak. Mind your own!
~ What is it?
~ Says you've got a phone call.
I'll take it.
Hello?
What...? What's happened?
It's Brian.
He's dead.
No!
No.
(SOBS) No...
The police said they couldn't be
sure if it was an accident or not.
But he died from an overdose
of his sleeping pills.
He was found alone...in his bedroom.
On the bed next to him
was a contract from the BBC.
It was for you. To present your own
show.
A six-part series, just waiting for
your signature.
What do you think it means?
I think erm...
He's still your manager.
That's what I think.
♪ Step inside, love
♪ Let me find you a place
♪ Where the cares of the day
♪ Will be carried away
by the smile on your face
♪ We are together now
and forever come my way
♪ Step inside, love
(APPLAUSE)
♪ And stay
♪ Step inside, love
♪ Step inside, love
♪ Step inside, love
♪ I want you to stay
(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)
(LAUGHS) Don't you clap a long time?
No, it's lovely, though. Don't stop.
♪ Step inside, love, I want you to
♪ Step inside, love, you know I do
♪ Step inside, love
♪ I want you to stay!
♪ Step inside, love, I want you to
♪ Step inside, love, you know I do
♪ Step inside, love
♪ I want you to stay
♪ Step inside, love, you know I do
♪ Step inside, love
♪ I want you to stay!
Mr White.
He wants you to be me road manager.
I said we come as a pair.
♪..you love me
and you'll always be true to me
You have a really good voice.
She's a Scottie Road Catholic, Dad.
And I love her.
So, come on, what did you do to
yourself?
Oh, stupid - I walked into the
kitchen door.
Word of advice. Choose anyone other
than him.
♪ Anyone who had a heart would love
me too
It's gone to number one.
♪ You're my world, you're every
breath I take
♪ You're my world, you're every move
I make
♪ Other eyes see the stars up in the
sky
♪ But for me, they shine within your
eyes
♪ As the trees reach for the sun
above
♪ So my arms reach out to you for
love
♪ With your hand resting in mine
♪ I feel a power so divine
♪ You're my world, you are my night
and day
♪ You're my world, you're every
prayer I pray
♪ If our love ceases to be
♪ Then it's the end of my world for
me
My dear girl, that was incredible.
But I think we can get it even
better.
I think we need a male voice in the
mix on those harmonies.
~ Bobby, would you mind helping us out
here? ~ Bobby?
Well, he can sing, can't he?
Yes, I think that's a marvellous
idea, don't you, Bobby?
Well, erm...
I don't mind giving it a go, if
it'll help out, like.
♪ You're my world, you are my night
and day
♪ You're my world, you're every
prayer I pray
(LAUGHTER AND CHATTER)
Ladies and gentlemen,
I have just received confirmation
from my office
and I'm delighted to be able to tell
you that her new single, You're My
World,
has just given my Cilla,
my wonderful artist,
Miss Cilla Black, her second
consecutive number one.
(CHEERING)
See, I told you it was easy!
She obviously weren't trying hard
enough on Love Of The bloody Loved.
(LAUGHTER)
That's the last failure we ever give
you.
Brian says I've gotta go on telly
tomorrow, I'm so nervous.
Just be yourself, Cil.
Or failing that, show 'em your
knickers.
Enjoying being rich, then, girl?
You're joking, aren't you? I haven't
seen any of it yet. Bobby's better
off than me.
He's bought himself a new car
out of his money for writing songs.
Oh, I didn't know you were a writer.
You and Paul haven't anything to
worry about.
So, are you two together now?
~ We're sort of seeing...
~ He's me road manager.
So is he your boyfriend or your road
manager?
Sort of both.
Don't go telling anyone or Brian'll
have your guts for garters. Won't
you, Brian?
It's the love that mustn't speak its
name. It's forbidden love, isn't it?
I happen to believe...that to the
general public you must remain
attainable.
They'll be more inclined to buy your
records if they think you can still
be theirs.
I've got a wife and a little baby
boy I can't ever mention.
But we've all got our dirty little
secrets, haven't we, Brian?
(LAUGHTER)
Brian!
Brian?
~ Brian!
~ MAN: Come on, Brian!
Come on, let me in, you fairy!
Just let me in!
Hello, sir.
You took your bloody time.
♪..ceases to be
♪ Then it's the end of my world for
me
No sign of Brian tonight...again!
~ Hi, Cilla!
~ Miss Black? Fab 208 magazine.
Can I get a few words on how it
feels to have two consecutive number
ones?
It feels great - like me Christmas
and birthday coming together. It's a
very special time for me.
Do you have anyone special to enjoy
it with?
No, there's nobody in my life.
I'm carefree and single.
PHOTOGRAPHER:
One for the front page, please.
This way, Miss Black.
Aren't you going to stay for some
breakfast, sir?
How can I blame him...
..when I disgust myself?
EPSTEIN: Nearly there.
Just this way, my dear girl.
The Black Bird has landed.
Welcome to the London Palladium.
Look at all them seats!
(LAUGHS)
Let me take you to your dressing
room, Miss Black.
I insisted you had your own.
It's like I'm dreaming.
Thank you.
BOBBY: Er...Brian?
All right there, Brian?
Haven't seen you around for a while.
Bet you're run off your feet with
The Beatles.
That's gone wild for you.
There must be a lot of demands on
your time.
Not so much that I can't cope with
my other acts.
I do like you, Bobby, I hope you
know that.
You're a bright boy. You'll go far.
♪ If our love ceases to be
♪ Then it's the end of my world
♪ End of my world
♪ End of my world for me
(RAPTUROUS APPLAUSE)
Do you know...
I'm that proud I could burst?
I could have sung professionally,
Kenny. Did you know that?
It's not about you, is it, Cil?
COMPERE: And now, ladies and
gentlemen, Danny La Rue!
♪ On Mother Kelly's doorstep
♪ I'm wondering now
♪ If little girl Nelly
♪ Remembers Joe, her beau
♪ And does she love me like she used
to
Don't tell the girls...
but you see that woman up there?
It's a man, that is.
Is that right, John?
I've been away to sea.
I know about these things.
♪..like she used to
♪ On Mother Kelly's doorstep
I couldn't believe my eyes.
Did you see everybody standing up?
~ Did you enjoy it, Mam?
~ It was fabulous.
Bobby, look what Brian got me
for getting two number ones.
~ Isn't it beautiful?
~ Yeah, it's lovely.
~ You're a lucky girl, Brian's so
generous to you. ~ I know.
~ It's all so glamorous.
~ He spoils me.
Yeah.
So bloody generous he's only paying
her 350 quid a week.
350! Bloody hell, la', that'd do me.
Not when you consider
she's doing 13 shows for that.
It works out at 26 pounds 10
shillings a show.
~ Have you seen all the fans she's
pulling in? ~ What does Cilla say?
Well, that's the problem.
She won't have a bad word said
against Brian.
She says she owes everything to him.
A lot of aggravation goes with this
job, I tell you.
Beats working in a bakery.
(BOTH LAUGH)
How's Dad?
Still arguing with Jean.
Can you believe they're still
squabbling over your old bloody
room?
I said I didn't want it no more.
Yeah, it's posh hotels all the way
for you now, isn't it?
I'd love to get Rose in there for
one night.
They say it makes you double
amorous, is that right, la'?
I wouldn't know.
We haven't spent one night together
the whole time we've been down here.
I'm thinking about becoming a monk.
(BOTH LAUGH)
It's in the contract.
The terms were offered,
you were happy and you signed.
But you can see now that it's her
they're coming to see. She's the big
draw.
I'm not contesting that.
I've always been told you've got to
be prepared to walk away if you're
not happy.
That's correct. Except in this
case, were you to do so, the theatre
would sue for loss of income.
Ah, Dick.
~ Morning, Brian.
~ This is Dick James.
Dick is a music publisher -
a very successful one.
Pleased to meet you.
I asked Dick to stop by
this morning because we have
something we want to put to you.
~ Sure, I'll go get Cilla.
~ Oh, no, it's just you we want to
speak to.
We think you're special, Bobby.
You write songs,
you've got a good singing voice.
And we like the idea of a blond.
There aren't many blonds out there,
it gives you something unique.
We'd like to sign you to a recording
contract.
We want to make you a star.
"Bobby Willis, the Blond from
Bootle".
But I'm not from Bootle, I'm from...
He's not being literal.
What do you think?
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
~ What's up?
~ I need to talk to you about
something.
Bobby, how many times?
I need to talk to you about
something important. Nothing funny.
I wanted to tell you earlier
but I thought I'd wait until after
the show.
I went to see Brian today, and this
other fella...
~ What about?
~ ..Dick James.
What about?
Me.
What about you?
They've erm...
They've offered me a recording
contract, haven't they?
They want me to write me songs,
and sing 'em meself.
Brian wants to manage me.
"The Blond from Bootle"
they reckon they're gonna call me.
I said I'm not from Bootle but they
said it didn't have to be,
litter-something.
~ No.
~ Literal.
No, what?
You're not doing it.
I er... I said you might have
something to say.
Well, I do, and you're not doing it.
I have to fight to get
any attention from Brian already.
I'm well aware I'm in a queue behind
The Beatles and Gerry & The
Pacemakers
and Billy J bloody Kramer and
whoever.
I am not about to start
fighting it out with you as well.
I just thought you might be pleased
for me, because it's me big
opportunity.
Well, I'm sorry but I'm not.
I do the singing and you look after
me.
That's what we agreed -
that's what you told me you liked
doing.
If you wanna be with me, Bobby,
that's the only way it can work.
If that's the way you feel...
..I'll tell 'em I'm not interested.
(DOOR CLOSES)
I like it. What do you think, Bobby?
Nothing to do with me, Brian,
she makes her own decisions.
I like it.
Come on, then, tell us how me record
did, I'm bursting.
I can't find it.
Number seven?
Is that all?
Seven is not to be sniffed at.
And perhaps three number ones on the
trot would have been a little
greedy, don't you think?
No, I don't. I want them all to go to
number one.
I don't know why you'd mess
with a winning formula, Brian.
The other two were big ballads.
It's For You is all poppy - why
change?
Bobby, I think we all know where
we'd be if we'd taken your advice
last time around.
~ I'm only giving my opinion.
~ I want you to look at this.
I wonder if the time has come
to see what America thinks of you.
Alfie?
It's a Burt Bacharach/Hal David
composition.
You can't call a song Alfie.
It's like something you'd call a dog.
It's the title track to a new movie
starring Michael Caine.
I think it would be an excellent
record to introduce you to America
with.
You can't call a song Alfie!
At least have a think about it.
Please.
All right, I'll have a think about
it.
Come on, Bobby, I'm starving.
Erm...Brian,
the offer for the recording contract
and that.
I'm really grateful but I'll have to
turn you down.
May I ask why?
It's just not right for me at the
moment.
Not right for you, or for Cilla?
It was my decision.
I can see we're going to have to
watch her.
It was my decision.
Of course.
Hi, Cilla, I'm Burt Bacharach.
Hello, Burt.
I heard you didn't like the title of
my song.
No. No, no, I love it.
Well, actually, I did say it sounds
like the name of a dog.
But then, you did want Dionne Warwick
instead of me, didn't you?
Touche.
♪ What's it all about, Alfie?
♪ Is it just for the moment we live?
♪ What's it all about
♪ When you started out, Alfie?
♪ Are we meant to take more than we
give?
One more.
♪ As sure as I believe...
♪ As sure as I believe
♪ Something even non-believers can
believe in
One more.
♪ I believe in love, Alfie
♪ Without true love, we just exist,
Alfie
♪ Until you find the love you've
missed
♪ You're nothing, Alfie
♪ Alfie
One more.
One more.
One more.
One more.
One more.
~ I don't want it to go on all night,
here. ~ Just one more, I think we can
get it better.
~ What exactly are you looking for,
Burt? ~ I don't know...
Just that little bit of magic.
I think we got that on take four.
Aren't you pushing her a little too
hard, Burt?
No, it's all right, if he wants
another take, I'll give him another
take.
One more. I didn't come all the way
from LA for second best.
Bobby, can you move out the way?
I can see you and it's putting me
off.
GEORGE: All right, then, one more,
please.
Let's go.
Thank you.
♪ And you'll find love any day
♪ Alfie
♪ Alfie
OK, I think we got a good take.
We had one two hours ago.
Well played.
I'll tell you now,
you gave as good as you got there,
girl.
~ He wouldn't know what hit him, old
Burt. ~ I wasn't gonna give in.
Come here. Proud of you.
Bobby, you're not coming in,
I'm worried about me...
Dad, yeah, I know.
How can you tell one of the most
famous composers in the world where
to go,
and still be scared of your bloody
dad when he wouldn't even know?
I'm sorry, that's just the way it is.
(SIGHS)
Bloody hell, Cil, we haven't seen
hide nor hair of you for weeks, then
you bring us all this way.
~ What's going on, girl?
~ Who lives here, Cil?
You do.
~ You what?
~ It's yours!
No, you never have?
I've bought it for you.
For us?
You can't be spending money on us.
Well, I can and I have.
Here you are.
You've got your own front door, now,
Mam.
Oh, hey, Cil.
It's good to see you, lad.
Really, it is.
I've missed having
you about and that's the truth.
I've missed you too, Dad.
Where's our Jean?
Oh, upstairs, I expect.
We don't see much of each other
these days - and that's how I prefer
it.
If you need a bigger place, Dad,
I can help you out. I've got a bit
put away.
You save your money.
I'm happy where I am.
This is the house where your mam
died, this is where I'll die too.
So...it's all over with this girl
from Scottie Road you've been
seeing, then, the singer?
What?
I read this article that said she
never had a fella,
she was carefree and single.
Oh, no.
That's just for the papers, Dad.
Her manager told her to say that so
it wouldn't affect her popularity.
So you're still with her?
Yeah.
Actually, we're going to New York
next week.
It's a great opportunity for her.
Cos I just thought you might be
coming home now.
No.
It's like I keep telling you, Dad,
I'm not coming home no more...ever.
I'm sorry.
Who would have thought, eh, girl?
I can't believe we've come this far.
Come on.
(PRETENDS TO COUGH)
Hey, Brian. Listen, I
thought I'd be singing Alfie
on the Ed Sullivan Show.
He's asked for something more
up-tempo.
And we have to give Ed what he
wants, there'll be 30 million people
watching.
The Beatles played his show three
times and it didn't hurt their
careers, did it?
Enjoy yourself, enjoy the city.
That's what it's all about, you
wonderful girl.
Do you think he's sickening for
something?
He didn't look well to me,
he should get himself to bed.
~ Probably go cruising the city first.
~ Cruising?
Why don't we go cruising? I'm not
even tired yet.
Don't be soft, not that type of
cruising.
Well, what type of cruising do you
mean?
~ He'll be going round looking for
fellas. ~ What for?
Bloody hell, Cil, for sex.
Fellas don't actually have sex
together, do they?
Christ, you're so bloody naive!
And is that what he has to do to find
someone to do it with - go driving
round in his car?
I suppose so.
Poor Brian.
That's up to him. My problem is he's
not around enough for you.
He keeps going on about how
brilliant The Beatles are and then
he just buggers off.
He's here now, isn't he?
I know you want to be me manager,
Bobby, but Brian is. You are my road
manager.
I'm well aware of that. I know me
place.
And now, here she is...
..a great Welsh singer from Wales in
England, it's Cilla Black!
(APPLAUSE)
♪ Dancing In The Streets
♪ Callin' out around the world
♪ Are you ready for a brand new beat?
♪ Summer's here and the time is right
♪ For dancin' in the streets
Wales in England?
Where did that come from?
I felt a right Wilf -
he clearly had no idea who I was.
I'm sorry, girl,
but I've got more bad news for you.
There's a version of Alfie been
released in America with Cher
singing it.
But that's supposed to be the record
that gets me started here.
I've got to speak to Brian.
Don't bother. I tried his office
five minutes ago. He's out.
♪ I feel a power so divine
♪ You're my world, you are my night
and day
♪ You're my world, you're every
prayer I pray
♪ If our love ceases to be
♪ Then it's the end of my world
♪ End of my world
♪ End of my world for me
(RIPPLE OF APPLAUSE)
Thank you.
Sorry I'm late.
I needed you here last night, Brian.
My dear girl...
Well, I mean... surely Bobby was
with you, wasn't he?
This place is all wrong.
It's full of millionaires and fur
coats.
They're not in the least bit
interested in some young redhead from
Liverpool.
I could tell last night
they didn't like the songs I was
singing.
Well, look... So, change things.
Do some jazz numbers.
Tailor your set, work at it.
Being a success over here,
it doesn't come easy.
We're just saying we could do with
some sort of warning about what to
expect, Brian, that's all.
I do have rather a lot on my plate
at the moment.
So you keep telling us.
Oven's only small, but I think I
cooked the joint through.
Here we are... Sunday lunch.
A little taste of home.
You know, I didn't come all the way
over here to sing jazz in some hotel.
Oh, come on. It's like Brian said,
it's not gonna be easy.
It's gonna take a lot of hard work.
~ It went all right last night, didn't
it? ~ I'm not enjoying it.
~ I'm gonna ask Brian to take me home.
~ What?
~ We can't go home, we only just got
here. ~ I'm not happy, Bobby. I'm
homesick.
Hard luck. You have to try a lot
harder than that, girl.
You can't talk to me like that. You
don't know what it's like for me up
on stage every night.
It's all right for you driving me to
places and taking me back.
If you and Brian would let me
I'd do a lot more for you, wouldn't
I?
I've had enough, Bobby. I want to go
home.
You're acting like a spoilt brat.
I'm doing me best. I've done
a Sunday bloody roast for you,
haven't I?
~ Imagine we're back in Liverpool.
~ It's horrible.
It tastes nothing like me mam's
crackling. And me mam has stuffing.
Does she?
Well, stuff your mam and stuff you!
Better out there than in here
cos I'm not eating it.
I'm tellin' you now, Cil,
if you go home that's us finished.
I've got a life too and I'm sick of
you shoving me to the side like it
doesn't even matter!
Finish with me,
but you won't be me road manager.
No. That's right.
Sometimes you've got to be prepared
to walk away.
I'm going home.
And you can find someone else
to carry your bags!
(DOOR SLAMS)
(PHONE RINGS)
Cil?
Look, I'm sorry about today.
Things just got a bit out of hand.
Robert?
Kenny? Is that you?
~ I don't know what time it is
there... ~ It's OK, I was awake.
What's up?
It's Dad.
What about him?
I'm so sorry, la'.
It was pneumonia.
He was just too weak to fight it in
the end.
It's because of that bloody argument
with Jean!
You can't say that. They were both
as stubborn as each other.
If I was there...
cooking his dinner,
then he'd still be alive now.
You can say the same if I was there.
You can't think like that, la'.
What was I doing, poncing about in
America?
~ CILLA: Brian, you know I hate
heights. ~ I have got you. Don't worry.
~ (CILLA LAUGHS)
~ Come on, it's a beautiful day.
Will you just please tell me
what we're doing up here?
(CILLA GIGGLES)
Happy birthday.
You are so lovely to me.
So, come on, aren't you gonna tell me
how me new record's doing?
Not bad, really. Number 24.
Oh, 24? Is that it?
I was hoping for a better present.
I know you're disappointed,
but if you think about it every
record since Love Of The Loved has
been Top 30.
~ You might have a funny nose...
~ Oi, you!
But you are a very wealthy young
woman.
And you'll have other hit records,
I'm sure. Maybe even another No.1.
But nothing lasts forever.
Doesn't it?
I miss him too, you know.
Hm.
I spoke to him to tell him
I was sorry about his dad, but...
..since then, nothing.
You know, everything that's happening
to me it just..
It doesn't seem worth it without him.
I thought all I wanted was to be a
star...
So why don't you stop being so
stubborn and call him?
Because I'm scared.
What if he doesn't want to speak to
me?
He will. He's a good man.
I'll never meet someone as good as
Bobby to share things with.
~ Oh, come on...
~ I...I won't, Cilla.
I'm resigned to it.
Certain aspects of my life have
become...
..ugly.
That's the only word for it, really.
If it wasn't for my work
I don't know if I could go on.
Brian, come on. Don't talk like this.
I've been under a lot of pressure
lately and...and so I've come to a
decision.
I'm only going to carry on
personally managing two of my
clients.
The Beatles...
..and you.
(TEARFULLY) So, remember,
it's just you and the boys now...
You're all I get up in the mornings
for.
(BOTH LAUGH)
COMPERE: And now, live from
the Winter Gardens Pavilion in
Blackpool,
~ please welcome Miss Cilla Black.
~ Thank you.
~ Hey, la'. She's on!
~ (APPLAUSE)
Ooh, you clap for a really long time,
don't you?
I'm not complaining, though. I love
it!
Thank you.
This is a song that means a lot to
me.
♪ Don't Answer Me
Come on, Robert. Why don't you just
watch her singing?
♪ I'm asking you to tell me why
♪ You leave me as often as you do
♪ Am I to be your used to be
♪ Can I be losing you?
♪ I don't know why
♪ I'm asking you
♪ When I know what it may be leading
to
♪ Don't answer me
♪ Don't answer me
♪ Not if you're gonna tell me
♪ We are through
♪ Don't answer me
♪ Don't answer me
♪ For I'll be left with nothing
♪ If I
♪ Lose you
(APPLAUSE)
Didn't she sing it lovely?
(PHONE RINGS)
Hello?
It's me.
You were great tonight.
(SOBS)
I was thinking of you when I was
singing it.
I love you, Cil.
I love you too.
So what are we gonna do about it?
Erm... Can't you come here and see
me?
I'm at the Grand.
I'm on me way.
(CILLA LAUGHS)
I'm sorry I've been so selfish.
I've told you before - don't go
apologising.
Come in with me, Bobby.
Bobby, I can't tell you how thrilled
we are to have you back.
Likewise.
Not least because I still can't be
trusted to open a door without
virtually knocking myself out.
Now I have been doing some thinking.
Cilla's recording career
will start to peter out,
maybe this year, maybe next.
Nothing lasts much longer than that
in this industry.
And er...the trick is to start the
next career before that happens.
What "next" career?
Can I get anybody a drink?
No, thanks. What do you mean, "next"
career?
I've...been getting a lot of offers
for you to do television shows.
They like how natural and unaffected
you are in front of the camera.
But I'm a singer, Brian.
She's only interested in doing telly
shows to help sell her records.
What does she want to be on telly
for?
I really think you should look into
doing something on TV. It's a
perfect fit for you.
No. I'm sorry, Brian, but we're not
interested.
I'd be grateful if you concentrated
on her singing career, and finding
songs for her to record.
(DOORBELL)
That'll be them. Bobby?
~ Well, go on - answer it!
~ (GIGGLES)
Mum! Dad! Come in. Come in.
~ (CILLA LAUGHS)
~ Hello, love.
~ How are you?
~ Hiya.
~ Hey. All right, Bobby lad?
~ Mr White.
~ Come here, Queen.
~ (BOTH LAUGH)
~ Hey.
~ How are you?
Bloody hell. This is swanky, in't
it, eh? Right on Regent's Park, eh?
So this is the main bedroom.
This is my bedroom.
~ It's absolutely lovely.
~ (LAUGHTER)
Oh, lovely.
~ And this is Bobby's bedroom.
~ Very nice.
So, what's happening next, Cil?
I always love to hear what they've
got you doing.
We're having a bit of a row with
Brian at the moment. That's all
coming to a head, but...
Apart from that I'm in a show
with Frankie Howerd in the West End.
~ Oh, I like him, don't I, John?
~ Oh, aye. She bloody loves him.
Come and see the bathroom. It's
through here.
Listen, lad. I have just spotted
one of your socks in the other
bedroom.
It's her mother I'm worried about.
She doesn't understand these things
like I do.
Like you?
Oh, aye.
It's no skin off my nose.
I'm a man of the world, all right?
I've been away to sea, haven't I?
Just be a bit more careful about
how you go about your business. All
right?
Righto, Mr White.
Brian, I'm not happy with the songs
you've been offering Cilla.
Just leave it there.
We'll serve ourselves, thank you.
I know she's had a terrific run with
you, Brian,
but I wonder if it might be time
to take a step back...
No, please. No.
Please don't leave me.
Look. Look, erm...
the boys, they won't tour any more.
They just want to work in the
studio, so I'll have plenty of time
on my hands now.
I...I promise you I'll do better.
Brian, you know I love you,
but you said yourself nothing last
forever.
Look, Cilla. Please, I'm begging
you. Please don't leave me.
Come on, Brian, don't do this.
The boys are drifting away from
me... and...and if I lose you then
I'll have nothing.
OK, well, we'll take a few days.
We'll...we'll talk about it.
And er... We'll think about things
and talk about it again, OK?
We will... We will talk about it
again?
Yes.
Oh, thank you. Oh, God.
Oh, thank you.
CILLA: Thank you.
(PIANO MUSIC IN THE BACKGROUND)
~ You don't have to have steak every
time. ~ I like steak. Mind your own!
~ What is it?
~ Says you've got a phone call.
I'll take it.
Hello?
What...? What's happened?
It's Brian.
He's dead.
No!
No.
(SOBS) No...
The police said they couldn't be
sure if it was an accident or not.
But he died from an overdose
of his sleeping pills.
He was found alone...in his bedroom.
On the bed next to him
was a contract from the BBC.
It was for you. To present your own
show.
A six-part series, just waiting for
your signature.
What do you think it means?
I think erm...
He's still your manager.
That's what I think.
♪ Step inside, love
♪ Let me find you a place
♪ Where the cares of the day
♪ Will be carried away
by the smile on your face
♪ We are together now
and forever come my way
♪ Step inside, love
(APPLAUSE)
♪ And stay
♪ Step inside, love
♪ Step inside, love
♪ Step inside, love
♪ I want you to stay
(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)
(LAUGHS) Don't you clap a long time?
No, it's lovely, though. Don't stop.
♪ Step inside, love, I want you to
♪ Step inside, love, you know I do
♪ Step inside, love
♪ I want you to stay!
♪ Step inside, love, I want you to
♪ Step inside, love, you know I do
♪ Step inside, love
♪ I want you to stay
♪ Step inside, love, you know I do
♪ Step inside, love
♪ I want you to stay!