Today brings Part 5, featuring more
deleted but curious scenes removed from the motion picture, “A Hard Day’s
Night” as we continue this fun journey to acquire further bits and pieces how
the film’s screenplay originally proposed its running cameras to showcase the
Beatles in their first movie. So without further ado, let’s unveil the next few
sections considered much too awful for any viewing audience, and remember, all rejected
portions show in [Bold Font.]
John: “Guten morgan, mein Herr. Kanen sie
nach ein
tea haben? Ah, the filthy Englander, gootey morgee.”
Shake: “Aw, go on George.”
George: “ Don’t be ridiculous.”
Shake: “You said I could.”
George: Honest, me mind boggles at the very idea. A grown man,
and you’ve never shaved with a safety razor.”
Shake: “It’s not my fault, I’m from a
long line of electricians.”
George: “Well, you’re not practicing
on me.”
Shake: All right. Well, show us then.
George: (Long suffering) “Oh, come
on.” (George has unpacked his razor and can of lather. He now has an idea, and
instead of lathering his own face, he lathers Shake’s image in the
mirror and to demonstrate shaving, he shaves the image. [George, however, pulls all the appropriate faces of shaving on his own face mimicked exactly by Shake. In the
background John continues the North Atlantic sea-war.]
John: “Rule Britannia, Britannia rule
the . . .”
George: “Put that tongue away, it
looks disgusting hanging there all pink and naked –– one slip of the razor and
. . .” (Shake hastily withdraws his tongue with a gulp. At this moment there is
a loud sound from John, then a cry of:
John: “Helpt uns helpen. Help!”[Shake and George rush to the tub just in
time to see John disappear below the bubbles.]
George: (To Shake) Torpedoed again.”
(They are about to resume the shaving lesson when Norm enters.)
[Norm: “And what’s all this? Do you know
there’s a dirty great car waiting to take
you lot to the television place? (He
bundles George and Shake out of the
bathroom. Where’s John? Come on lads, Come on lads there’s a car waiting to
take you to the studio.”] Norm:
“Where’s John?
George: (As he exits) “In the bath.”
[Norm: “Right you are, Lennon.] Norm: “All right, Lennon, let’s have you.”
(Close up of Norm looking smug. There is no response, so Norm goes to the the top of the bath and pulls out the plug.)
“Come on, John, stop lurking about.” (Norm waits a moment then turns to the tub, and a look of horror comes over his face
as we see the tub empty. “John! John!”
(We cut from the bath back to Norm and
John enters the scene.) [John: “I wonder
how I did it?”] John: “What are you messing around with that boat for? There’s a car waiting, come on.”
John: “Should I say it?”
George: “Follow your impulse.”
Ringo: “It will only get you into trouble.”
John: (to Ringo) “Aah, shurrup, misery!” (John slouches forward.) John: “ Okay, driver,
follow that car.”
(The driver, Frank, is an urban man in a
handsome gray uniform.) Frank: “Would you
like to be a little more precise, sir?”
John: “Well, that’s the wrong line for a
start.”
Frank: “Sorry? I beg your pardon.”
George: “Oh,
don’t pay any attention to him, he was just fulfilling a lifelong
ambition.”
Frank: “I see.”
John: “Yeah, you know–– Okay, Buster, follow
that car, there’s a sawbuck in it for you if you get real close.”
Frank: “Oh yes, now I’m with you. But, gee,
Mister, I’ve got my license to think of. We’re doing a hundred now.” (The car is
stopped in traffic behind a bus. John gets out of the car, walks to the front,
and leans inside the window delightedly
flashing his wallet. The car starts moving,
and John walks along side.)
John: “Ever seen one of these before?”
Frank: “Ah, a shamus, eh?”
John: “I see you go to night court.”
Frank: “I’ve made the scene.”
John: (Jumping into the car.) “Well, remember,
it’s Leathery Magee up ahead in that convertible, so cover me in the stake
out.”
George: “I don’t think that bit’s right.”
John: “What do you expect from an ad lib . . .
Raymond Chandler?”
John: (As Ringo and Paul reenter the car)
“Well, you shouldn’t have had bacon for breakfast, you cannibal.”
Frank: (to Norm) “We’re nearly there, sir.”
John: “Don’t call him sir, he’s got enough
delusions of power as it is.”
Norm: (Close shot of long-suffering upon Norm’s face.) “And I was happy in the bakery.
I’ll never know why I left.”]
First P.R. man: “Press conference,
they’re waiting for you.”
Norm: “Give us a couple of shakes to
catch our breath.”
First P.R. man: (Forcibly) “They’re
waiting now.”
John: “ Give us a shout when it’s
over.”
Ringo: “I’ve got a suit just like him,
you know.”
Paul: “This lot means it, they’re even
taking hostages.”
John: “I don’t like the handkerchief.
I always have the handkerchief in me
trouser pocket. You can’t blow your nose
on it up there, you know.” [And without
more ado, they grab Norm by the arms and march toward the stairs as the swine
protests. Inside the event the place is empty except for two Barmaids poised
ready to serve, standing behind trestle tables full of drinks and sandwiches.]
(Before the Lads and shake can get to
the food, Newspapermen, and Photographers
converge on them from all directions. Scene shifts rapidly from Beatle to
Beatle answering questions.)
[Sound Reporter: “what’s your philosophy of
life?”
John: “I’m torn
between Zen, and I’m alright, Jack.”
Reporter: Has success changed your life.”
Ringo: “Yes.”
Reporter: “Do you like playing the guitar?”
George: “Next to kissing girls, it’s
favorites.” George: “I’ve always liked that
question.”
John: I never noticed his nose till
about six months ago.”
Paul: “No, actually we’re just good
friends.”
Ringo: “Uh, no, I’m a mocker.” (Paul
signals to George, let’s get out of here. They both lift Ringo off his feet and
depart.)
John: “Look at the birds.” (Everyone
is so busy on stage the crew hardly notice the pop
stars who wander about examining
the studio equipment. [A voice shouts
out, “Here, what about these guitars.”
Shake (Going towards the voice) “I’m coming.”
(After a tiny tiff between Ringo and
the floor manager for touching his drums, John begins singing, “If I Fell.”
[John: “Come on, Speedy.”
Paul: “Ring-O!”
George: “Wake up.”
(Grandfather recognizes the magician’s
name Leslie Jackson and his ten disappearing doves. He tells Jr, “If you’re as
good as him, son, you’re alright. (Patting the younger showman hard on the
upper arm, killing one of the doves.)
Millie: “Well, you look like him.”
John: “My eyes are lighter, and my
nose . . .”
Millie: “Your nose is, very.”
John: Aye, but you know him well.”
Millie: “He’s only a casual acquaintance.”
John: (Knowingly) “That’s what you
say.”
Millie: “What have you heard.”
John: “It’s all over the place,
everyone knows.”
Millie: “Is it, really?”
John: “I stood up for you, I wouldn’t
have it.”
Millie: “I knew I could rely on you.”
(She lowers her glasses and peers into
his eyes.) ‘You don’t look like him at all.”
[John winks at her,
and she winks back.] John: “ She looks like him more than I
do.”
From the onstage area, the juggler’s pretty
assistant in a stunning outfit backs up,
and with the usual theatrical flamboyance presence picks up a plate, without
looking, and throws it to her partner. There is a drum roll from the orchestra.
She then throws a second plate. We cut on stage to the juggler now balancing
the two spinning plates on two poles, one in each hand. He holds a third pole
in his mouth and nods to the assistant for the last plate. We cut back to the
pretty assistant who, still not looking lifts
Grandfather’s lunch and throws it center stage. Suddenly, the orchestra
raggedly stops, and all the hangers-on in
the scene look at the mishap with shock. We hear the Director’s voice: “All
right, hold it, hold it. Okay, John, wipe him down,
and we’ll carry on with the next act.”
We cut to center stage, and the juggler’s head is
covered with spaghetti having slipped off
the spinning dish. The Floor Manager is bustling around trying to help. We cut
back to Grandfather who has finished being measured and then returns to the
table where he left his food. He picks up the only remaining dish, looks at it,
wonders where his spaghetti has gone and
heads back into the Canteen.]
Next Scene, Interior T.V. Studio Floor
– Director: “Where are they? I said, where are they? Where are they?”
Floor Manager: “They’re coming, I
promise you.”
Director: “Now look, if they’re not
here on this floor in thirty seconds,
there’s going to be trouble––understand me––trouble.”
[(Two stagehands
walk past and look intently at the Director.) 1st Stagehand: “What’s
he on about, Taff?”
2nd Stagehand:
“Well, he’s being the Director. Of course, he lives in a world of his own mind.”]
(At that moment, The boys along with
norm, Shake, and Grandfather appears on
the floor.) John: (To the Director) “Standing about,
eh? Some people have it dead easy, don’t
they?”
Director: (To himself) “Of course,
once you’re over thirty, you’re finished. It’s a young man’s medium, and I just can’t take the pace.”
Ringo: “Are you as young as that,
then?”
Director: “I was.”
[The Boys: “Shurrup!”
Grandfather: “Isn’t it always the way? Picking on the little fellas.”
Paul: (To Shake) “Shove the gentleman jockey
in the makeup room and keep an eye on him, will you?”
Shake: “ I’m an electrician, not a wet nurse,
ya know.”
Paul: (Threateningly) “I’ll set John on you!”
Shake: Oh, anything you say, Paul.” (Shake
leads Grandfather away.)]
(The Boys watch the Director huff off back to the control room with his
assistant.)
George: “Ah, there he goes. Look at
him. I bet his wife doesn’t know about her,”
John: “I bet he hasn’t got a wife.
Look at his sweater.”
Paul: “You never know, she may have
knitted it.”
John: “She knitted him.”