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(♪ piano plays Over The Mountains)

♪ Over the mountains

♪ And over the waves

♪ Under the fountains

♪ And under the graves

♪ Under floods that are deepest

♪ Which Neptune obey

♪ Over rocks that are steepest

♪ Love will find out the way

♪ Where there is no place

♪ For the glow-worm to lie

♪ Where there is no place

♪ For receipt of a fly

♪ Where the midge does not venture

♪ Lest herself fast she lay

♪ If love come he will enter

♪ And so find out his way

♪ You may esteem him

♪ A child for his might

♪ Or you may deem him

♪ A coward from flight

♪ But if she whom love doth honour

♪ Be concealed from the day

♪ Set a thousand guards upon her

♪ Love will find out the way ♪

( ♪ piano continues)

(brakes squeal)

(man) Very nice to meet you. I don't suppose you'd like a coffee?

(woman) Well...

(station announcements)

Platform five for the Great Eastern service...

(snatches of conversation)

(mutters) Where's Limehouse?

Let's see...

(mutters) That's an old one.

(crows caw)

(mumbles) Down there, innit?

It's down there, I think.

What's the... Let me see now...

What's this... what does it say?

(mumbles) What's this?

Pegge Street.

Shit...

Miss... Mrs Wi-Wilkinson?

Mr Cleg, I presume.

I'm Mrs Wilkinson.

Come in. We've been expecting you.

Wait here, Mr Cleg, while I fetch me keys.

(muffled voices)

(man coughs)

Good evening to you, sir.

You are familiar with the scorpion, I take it?

No. Scor...? No... no.

Not from Africa, then?

I had you down as an old Africa hand.

No.

Africa...

Now, there's a dark continent for you.

I knew a man once who'd been told...

...never to go barefoot because of the... scorpion.

Getting acquainted with the residents, Mr Cleg? Good.

This is Terrence...

...but I'm afraid we are not to be trusted.

Are we, Terrence?

Now, let's get you upstairs.

Out of those wet things.

Got out of bed in the middle of the night...

...put his shoes on...

Put his shoes on...

...stung by a scorpion...

...sleeping in one of the toecaps.

Died in agony.

Seventeen hours!

Take these, Mr Cleg.

(locks cupboard)

Come on.

Your room, Mr Cleg.

(sniffs)

(grunts)

(breathes agitatedly)

What, not undressed yet?

Here.

Very well, then, Mr Cleg.

I'll leave you to your own devices.

(door slams)

(breathes heavily)

Kitchener Street...

Spleen Street...

Omdurman Close...

The allotments...

...by the railway... by the railway...

...and down the canal...

...and down the canal...

Kitchener Street.

My mum...

(raps on door)

Wakey, wakey, Mr Cleg.

(sighs) Not in bed, please.

(cuts bread)

I trust you slept well, sir.

The... the beddin' in this house...

...has a curious... character.

But... one does grow...

...used to it after... just a few years.

I... I... I will not...

I will not be here that long.

Nor did I expect to be, but...

...it is a loud world, and this...

...is an island, but...

(whispers)... an island, sir, ruled by a tyrant queen...

...that has the power to send any one of us...

...back to where we came from.

The asylum, I mean.

Terrence...

...waxing already?

Perhaps you'd share your thoughts...

...with me sometime.

Mr Cleg...

How many shirts are you wearing?

One, two, three... four!

Now, really, is this absolutely necessary?

Oh, indeed it is, madam.

Clothes maketh...

...the man.

And...

...the less there is of the man, the more the need for the clothes.

(mutters) What's that?

(mutters) It's the wrong one.

(freight train passes)

(mutters)

(sounds echo)

All right, Mum... That's it, yeah...

Yeah...

Yeah...

Yeah...

I just want to let you know I'm here.

I still...

Are those... You're sweet, you know what I mean?

Mummy... please...

My mum...

(cries)

She'll...

She'd have went...

It's my mum, innit? She's here...

She was so... (cries)

She was so...

(sucks)

It's not for real...

(birds call)

(chuckles)

Brilliant.

It's the...

...wing of...

...wing of a seagull.

It...

...could have gone nowhere else.

Are you making progress?

(sniffs)

(mutters) She ain't here...

(wind rustles in trees)

(mutters)

- What you doing? - Making something.

Making something...

Aren't you clever?

- You're so good with your hands. - It's for you.

It's for you. It's for you.

Oh...

(sighs)

Now...

...you run down the Dog and tell your father his dinner's on the table.

It's not on the table.

It's not on the table.

Well, it will be by the time you get him out of that pub.

Don't go out the front. I've just done them steps.

(lights gas)

(door shuts)

(dog barks in distance)

(chatter)

Cheers.

(women laugh)

(laughter continues)

- Who's this, then? - Handsome little fella, ain't ya?

- I've come for me dad. - Not here, is he?

(women giggle)

I can't believe she done that!

Oh, look at his little face!

Bless him!

(laughter)

Leave him alone!

I'm gonna wet me drawers!

- Evening, Bill. - Evening, Ernie.

- Usual? - Yeah, cheers, mate.

(woman) Well, I'm glad you think it's funny, Brenda...

...because I certainly don't.

Dad...

Dad.

Dad!

Dad...

(knife scrapes)

Now, don't you say a word.

(mutters)

What's that?

Dog and Beggar.

Oh...

(sighs)

Well...

...it was different when I was a girl.

We lived out in the country then.

Essex.

I remember how I'd go across the fields in the morning...

...and I'd see the webs in the trees.

Like clouds of muslin, they were.

What, spiders' webs?

- Spider's web... - Course, spiders' webs.

Who else makes webs?

Then...

...when I got close...

...l'd see that they wasn't muslin at all.

They were wheels.

- Great, big shining wheels. - Great, big shining wheels.

And you know what else?

What?

If you knew where to look...

...you could find the spider's egg bags.

Perfect little things, they were.

Tiny little silk pockets she made to put her eggs in.

What happened to her...

...after she laid her eggs?

(sighs) You like this bit, don't you?

She just crawled away, without looking back once.

And then she died?

Her work was done.

She'd no more silk left.

She was all dried up and empty.

Dried up... Dri...

You ready, then?

- As ready as I'll ever be. - Hm.

And, you...

...you guard the house. All right?

(footsteps running upstairs)

Oh... Oh, Bill!

(giggles)

Do that later.

Come on.

That's nice, Billy. Come on, let's go and have a drink now.

(gate closes)

(mutters) It's all open...

(chatter)

Evening, Bill.

Evening, Tommy.

What'll you have, then?

Gin and orange for me, Billy.

- Evening, Bill. - Evening, Ernie.

Pint of bitter, please, and a gin and orange for the missus.

- Gin and orange... - (women cackle)

I've seen more meat on a butcher's apron!

- (laughter) - Nice drop, that.

He starts having a Sherman. I says "If that's the best you can do...

...you want to take that up West, see what smart people have to say."

Getting an eyeful, are you?

(women cackle)

It's that fat tart Yvonne Wilkinson.

- (woman cackles) - Cheers, Ernie.

Cheers.

(cackling)

Some thick tart...

...Yvonne Wilkinson.

(mutters)

Don't drink so fast, Bill.

Fancy another one?

No, I'm not ready for another one yet.

(Yvonne) So I get a bucket of water.

"Give that to me," I said.

"Nora! Nora!" She was round the other side having it off with Kevin Smith.

Nora's on to it right away.

Next thing she's dumped half of London dock all over us, laughing.

"What you laughing at?" I says...

...drying meself off, like.

"Harry the Horse," she says.

"Look at him, more like Tom Thumb!" (laughs) "Tom Thumb," I says.

"What about... what about Tiny Tim?" How we laughed!

(Yvonne laughs)

Now, Harry's dad...

...that's another story.

He's a right little toerag. I wouldn't let him near me.

He told me he's there, I says...

"I got the decorators in," know what I mean? (laughs)

Yvonne Wilkinson.

She made the first move.

(woman) Oh, for God's sake stop crying!

It's your own fault!

Inside, now!

You big baby!

Yes?

- Plumber. - What?

I'm the plumber. I believe you've got trouble with your pipes.

(shouts) Yve!

Plumber.

Don't tread on the cats.

It's in here.

(cat mews)

(drops tool bag, whistles)

(flushes)

(Yvonne) That the plumber?

Hello, Yvonne.

(grinding)

Hear that?

We get that all day.

(laughs) All bloody day.

Don't we, Nora?

All bloody day.

You want air in those pipes.

We got air.

Bad air.

Bad air.

(cat mews)

Can't you smell it?

Coming from your lavatory, innit?

I sincerely hope so.

Shocking, the state of the plumbing in this place.

(cat purrs)

You gonna do me pipes, or what?

(mutters)

(birdsong)

Had a letter from that Sophia Loren this morning.

Oh, yeah?

- Yeah. - What's she want, then?

Usual thing.

What, the old... you know?

Exactly right.

They're all the same.

All the same.

- Still, what can you expect, really? - Them Frenchies know a thing or two.

I should say. Knew a Frenchie once with three tits.

- Get away! - I swear to God!

One 'ere, one 'ere and one 'ere.

Well, you do surprise me.

- Lovely girl. Come from Manchester. - You said a Frenchie.

Well, that was a different one.

My mother had three tits.

A lovely woman, your mother.

She did like a sailor.

Loved a sailor, my mum. Down to me, that was.

How's that, then?

Every time I smoke a fag...

...my mum...

...has it off with a sailor.

Well, you smoke all the time.

That's what I'm saying.

(chatter)

(man) Hello, there, Conor, good to see you.

Hello, plumber.

What'd you say your name was?

Now, don't tell me.

Bill.

Always been one of my favourites.

Had a cat called Bill once.

Nippy out, eh? Glad I've got me fur.

D'you like my fur?

I got it up the market, didn't I?

Second-hand.

Still, what isn't these days?

I'm a bit second-hand meself.

But you don't mind that, do you, Bill?

You probably like that, don't you? Bit of second-hand.

Lovely job you did on them pipes.

Barely a squeak out of them now.

Smell didn't go away, though.

All right, plumber, let's have you.

You do my pipes...

...and I'll do you.

Ooh!

Oh! D'you like that?

Yeah.

Oh, what's this?

Ooh, plumber!

Ooh!

(gasps)

(exhales)

(splash)

Hurry up, Bill, I'm bloody freezing!

I'm stopping here for a bit.

Suit yourself.

I'm going back up the Dog.

I went down the Salisbury for a drink.

Can't a man go for a drink after his work?

I won't live like this.

- I wasn't meant to live like this. - Yeah, well, it's not my fault.

- Oh, yes, it is. - No, it bloody isn't.

It's all right, Spider. Your father and me, we're just having a talk.

You woke me up.

It's all right now.

We're all coming up to bed now.

Come on, my big Spider.

Let's go on up.

(birdsong)

(door opens)

(woman hums)

(gasps, giggles)

Look what I bought.

Think your dad'll like it?

Spider?

(mutters)

(mumbles) Gonna finish up...

Son of... own son...

...only gonna...

(grunts angrily)

You will pick it all up, Mr Cleg!

Every single piece!

(door opens, then closes)

Hello?

(breathes heavily)

Gasworks got you, have they? I'm not surprised.

Nasty stuff, gas.

I knew a man once...

...put his head in a gas oven.

He turned on the gas...

...and then he changed his mind.

But his head was stuck.

(scribbles)

(sucks)

(sniffs)

(sniffs)

Smell... smell gas.

(sniffs) Yeah...

...smell... ga... gas.

(sniffs)

Gas.

Smell gas...

(mutters)

Gas, I smell... gas in here!

(mutters)

I only said it'd be nice to stay in for a change.

Just the two of us.

- Wouldn't it, eh, Billy? - No, it bloody wouldn't.

I'm sick of this house.

- (door opens) - Bill!

(door closes)

(sobs)

Oh, Spider!

(blows nose)