Today brings Part 7, which closes out the final deleted but curious
scenes removed from the motion picture, “A Hard Day’s Night” as I reveal the last bits and pieces how the film’s
screenplay originally proposed to showcase the Beatles in their first movie. So, without
further ado, let’s unveil the final sections considered much too awful for any
viewing audience, and please remember, all rejected portions show in [Bold Font.]
(To make sure his disguise is well suited, Ringo actually approaches another young lady prepared
to connect with small conversation, but not having it, the misunderstood female
puts an end to the encounter saying,) Girl: “Get out of here, Shorty.” (Ringo
happily obliges and scoots further down
the street.)
Next Scene, Exterior – Pathway along a calm canal – (While on a casual walk minding his own business,
a lorry tire comes rolling from behind and sends Ringo sprawling to the
ground.)
Boy: (Running up to Ringo) “Here, mate, that’s my hoop, stop
playing with it.”
Ringo: “Hoop! This isn’t a hoop; it’s a lethal weapon. Have you got a
license for it?”
Boy: “Oh, don’t be so stroppy.”
Ringo: “Well, a boy your age bowling hoops at people. How old are
you anyway?”
Boy: (Aggressively) [“Nine.”]
“Eleven.”
Ringo: “I bet you're only [“Eight-and- a-half.”] ten-and-a-half.”
Boy: (Countering swiftly) [“Eight-and-two-thirds.”]
“Ten-and-two-thirds.”
Ringo: “Well, there you are, and don’t be rolling it at people.”
[Boy:
“Go on, out of it, you’re only jealous cause you’re old.”
Ringo:
“Shurrup!”
Boy:
“I bet you’re–– sixteen.”
Ringo:
“Fifteen-and-two-thirds.”
Boy:
“Well.”
Ringo:
“Alright, take your hoop and bowl.” (Ringo moves on, but the boy follows.)
Boy: “Oh, you can have it. I’m packing it in––it depresses me.
Ringo: “Y’what?”
Boy: “You heard, it gets on me
wick.”
Policeman: (to Grandfather) “Sit down over here.” (The policemen
hurtle Grandfather firmly but gently over to the bench on which Ringo is
sitting and then return to the desk for a whispered conference with the
Sargent. Meanwhile in full conspiratorial fashion, Grandfather talks to Ringo
out of the side of his mouth.)
Grandfather: “Ringo, me old scout, they grabbed your leg for the
iron too, did they?”
Ringo: “Well, I’m not exactly a voluntary patient.”
Grandfather: “Shush! Have they roughed you up yet?”
Ringo: “What?”
[Grandfather:
(whispering) “Keep your voice down, this lot’ll
paste you, just for the exercise.] “Oh, they’re a desperate crew of drippings, and they’ve fists like matured hams
for pounding defenseless lads like you.”
Sargent: “So, that’s it, eh?”
[Ringo:
(disturbed) “Have they?”
Grandfather:
“That Sargent’s a body blow veteran if I ever measured one.”] “one
of us has got to escape, I’ll get the Boys. Hold on son; I’ll be back for you.”
Ringo: (horrified) “Me!”
Grandfather: “And if they get you on the floor, watch out for your
brisket.”
Ringo: (hopeful) “Oh, they seem alright to me.”
Grandfather: “that’s what they want you to think. All coppers are
villains.”
Sargent: would you two like a cup of tea?”
Grandfather: ‘You see, sly villains.”
Ringo: “No thanks, Sargent, please sir, don’t.
Sargent (to policemen) “So, you just brought the old chap out of
the crowd for his own good.”
[Policeman:
“Yeah, but he insisted on us bringing him to the station.”] “Well,
he was getting a bit nasty, you see, so we had to bring him.”
Sargent: “Well, he can’t stop here. This is the stuff he’s been
hawking round, is it?’
[(Shot
of Grandfather watching policemen
intently and muttering words.)
Policeman:
“Yes, Sargent, photographs.”
Sargent:
“Photographs.”
Ringo:
(to Grandfather) “What are you doing?”
Grandfather:
“Lip reading.”
Ringo:
“What are they saying?”
Grandfather:
“Nothing good.” (The policemen make a move toward Grandfather and Ringo) “Well
son, it’s now or never.” (Grandfather jumps to his feet and scurries towards
the exit.) “Alright, you paid assassins, Johnny McCartney will give you a run
for your threepence ha’penny.”
Policeman: “Hey, you forgot your photographs.”
[Sargent:
“Now, what’s he up to?”
Ringo:
“He’s allergic to bobbies, especially English bobbies.”
Policeman:
(Returns with the photos and speaks with an Irish accent.) “Your man
disappeared like a leveret over a hill.”
Ringo:
“Turncoat!” (The policemen turn on Ringo and walk towards him.) “Mother!”
Grandfather:
“Be God, they’ve called up reinforcements, the dragnet’s out!”
(He
dashes off wildly in the general direction of the theater. He has been
completely unnoticed by the many policemen who are lining up for a last-minute
inspection by the inspector in charge. They smartly march off in the same
direction as Grandfather.)]
Interior Shot, Backstage – Norm: Lads, your back. Thank goodness!
Where’s Ringo?”
Paul: “There he is, we got him. And another thing, where’s that
old mixer?”
Grandfather: “Here, Pauly.”
Paul: “Well, I’ve got a few things to say to you, two-faced John
McCartney.”
John: “Aw, leave him alone, Paul. [“He’s back isn’t he, and it’s not his fault he’s old.”
Paul:
“(angered) “What’s old got to do with it?”
John:
“You needn’t bother.”
Paul:
“Ywhat?”
John:
“Practicing to be thick-headed, you’re there already.”]
Paul:
“Look, he’s a mixer and a trouble maker.”
John:
“That’s right. But he’s only asking us to pay attention to him, aren’t you?”]
John: “You see, Grandad, you know your trouble––you should have
gone West to America. You would have wound up a senior citizen of Boston. As it
is, you took a wrong turn and what happened? You’re a lonely old man from
Liverpool.”
Grandfather: “But I’m clean.”
John: “Are you?”
[(The
Boys giggle and slap the old man on the back.)]
John: “Tonight? We can’t make it.”
Norm: “You’ve got a midnight matinee.”
John: “Now look here, Norm.”
Norm: No, you look here, John. I’ve only got one thing to say to
you, John Lennon.”
John: “What?”
Norm: “You’re a swine.” [“So
hurry up, we’re traveling.”]
Norm:
“Don’t start, look.” (The Boys look inside the passenger bay and see Grandfather
handcuffed to Shake clutching his pile of photographs.)
[The
Boys altogether shout: “Get rid of those things.”]
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