Lawrie Knight, a young assistant on The Red Shoes, is asked by Walbrook if he can screen the rushes from the previous day’s shoot: the mirror-smashing scene. Knight hastily arranges it.
The lights got down, the image appears, but there is no sound. Knight apologizes and offers to see the projectionist, fix the problem. Walbrook demurs—it doesn’t matter. So they sit together in the whirring silence.
The voice is a mere whisper. Knight looks around. He’s alone, except for Walbrook.
“Marvellous. Oh, wonderful. I’m fantastic.”