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Excuse me. Sorry. Sorry.

Sorry.
Step on the other one

and you'll have a full set

Cheeky. Excuse me. Sorry.

Ooh, sorry.

'My father's
family name being Pirrip

'and my Christian name Philip,

'my infant tongue could make

'of both names nothing longer
or more explicit than Pip.'

OWL HOOTS

Aaaargh!

Keep still, you little devil,
or I'll cut your throat.

No, sir, no!

..some fish and chips. Ooh!
Oi, watch your shoving, will you?

The air raids are over,
in case you didn't know.

- 'Ey up, Henry.
- How do?

- You enjoy that?
- It was a cracker.

You should have a pretty lass
on your arm.

Get away!

- I don't really like girls.
- Oh, aye?

Oh, aye?
'Appen that will soon change.

Then again... don't really know
any.

Listen, next time you come to
the Plaza, Henry, come and see me,

I will sneak you in the side
door.

I don't want to get you
in trouble.

I'm here to look after you.

After all your dad did for the
likes of us, including this old soldier.

- Thanks, Charlie. See you.
- All right. See you, Henry.

-Echo!
- Good evening.

- Good evening.
- Echo!

Give me an Echo. See you on
Friday.

STEAM WHISTLE,
TRAIN DOORS SLAM

CONDUCTOR'S WHISTLE

'String Of Pearls'

'Ow do, Henry?

WOMAN LAUGHS

BOTH LAUGH

Guess what, Henry?
Bill's had some news.

Oh, aye?

He's passed his exams
with distinctions.

He won't be getting his hands
dirty much longer.

- He's gonna be a teacher.
- Him? A teacher?

- And a very good one.
- Get away, will you!

- What's wrong? Let me see.
- No, I'm all right, Mum.

Just some soot in my eye.

Night-night, then, Henry.

SHE GIGGLES

You look just like him.

Gran.

You are just like him.

I wish I'd known him.
I wish I could remember.

What was my dad like, Gran?
Really.

Can't you tell? Just look at
him. Always a smile on his face.

Always a good word for people.
Everyone liked your dad.

And he was so good to me.
Best son a mother could wish for.

Would've been his birthday
today, right?

Aye.

He'd have been 38.

He did his bit,
fighting for King and country.

It's not right, is it?
It's not fair.

Some folk might forget him,
but we won't, will we, Henry?

TOILET FLUSHES

Whoa! Scuse you.
I've done your shoes.

Henry! You haven't finished
your breakfast!

I'm late.

Here.

Henry! Your laces!

Oh! Look at these tomatoes.

And the fruits of the earth
shall be thine.

Rag and bone!

CHATTER AND LAUGHTER

Did that deliberately, didn't
you?

What?

Thought you may have scarpered.
Your family's good at that.

Shut your mouth.
Got as much right to be here as you.

Pack it in!

Miss is coming!

SHE SIGHS

You will remember this moment
for the rest of your lives.

My name is Mrs Beaumont.
I'm your new class teacher.

Give it to you later.

You. What is my name?

I... I don't know, miss.

You should eat more fish, boy.
Your memory is appalling.

LAUGHTER

B-E-A-U-M-O-N-T.

Beaumont.

It means "beautiful mountain"
in French.

So if you forget my name again,
think of me as a beautiful mountain.

Do any of you know
what this word means?

Or how to say it?

What about you?

N-No, Miss - Mrs Beaumont.

Mnemonic.

Mne-mon-ic.

A way of helping memory.
Beaumont: beautiful mountain.

How do you say it, young man?
HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

Um... New-monic. Mnemonic.

- It's a strange word.
- And a beautiful one.

The very first thing
I've taught you.

And there'll be many more,
and you must learn them all.

BOY GROANS

You are such fortunate young
people.

Not merely because you have me
as a teacher.

But because your generation
will bury the horror of war

and build a better future.

Now, we must welcome a newcomer,
Grace Ellis,

who's come to stay in Sternsea
with her aunt.

Ah...

I'm sure you'll grace this
classroom with your beret and much else.

BUZZ OF CHATTER

May I?

- Sorry?
- Sit down here. With you.

Yes. Please.

Sorry. I'm sorry. Sorry.

- Isn't she great?
- Who?

Beautiful Mountain, of course.

She's going to be fun.

- Do you like school?
- Not much. It's a waste of time.

Well, that's a silly thing to
say.

I'm not silly.

- I never said you were.
- Yeah, you did.

Very well. I'll go and sit
somewhere else, then, shall I?

Do what you like.

Who's that?

And why's he sitting on his own?

Jeffries. Cos no-one'll talk to
him.

His dad was a deserter in the
war.

But that's not his fault.
That's silly.

- Is everything silly to you?
- I'll go talk to him.

It might be a bit less wearing
than talking to you.

Half a pound of Cheddar cheese!

- We'll be lucky.
- How do I look?

Lovely.

Right... Where should I stand?

- Just here?
- What you doing, Grandma?

Don't see why I should be left
out.

Thought you were having nothing
to do with it.

All right, Bill.

Never come to owt, but I've
always wanted my picture in the paper.

Henry, come and be in the
picture.

What's going on?

The Echo are doing a piece
about Bill becoming a teacher.

Talk about scraping the
barrel. - Oh, thanks, Grandma

It's all right for some.
What about my lad?

Him being a hero meant the likes
of you could live on Easy Street.

One more happy snap, folks.

I did my bit.

Driving choo-choo trains!

Please, you two, don't argue.

Maybe there was more to the hero
you mentioned than met the eye.

I'm not standing here
having my son's memory insulted

by the likes of you!

Smile at the birdie!

You're not half the man he was!

I wish you wouldn't wind her
up. - Me? It was her that started it.

They always like that?

Can I have a look at your
camera, mister?

Wow. A Graflex.
I've read about these.

Whoa! Sorry.

I'll get you some tea, love.

Here, that put a spoke in his
wheel, didn't it?

GRAN CHUCKLES

What did he mean?
What he said about my dad...

He's just jealous, Henry.

Here, a letter came for you,
this morning.

- For me?
- Yeah.

I've never had a letter
before. - Well, open it, lad!

MAUREEN GIGGLES

It's in fancy writing.

What's all this, then?

"By order of
His Royal Highness King George VI,

"for conspicuous bravery
in the field,

"the Military Medal
is presented to..."

Oh, my God.
"..Corporal Joseph Dodge

of the East Yorkshire Regiment."

No.

It's my dad's medal!

THUNDER RUMBLES

BANGING

Ow! Aargh!

I couldn't sleep either.

Did you have a bad dream, Henry?

You know, when the war was on...

..and you were frightened
and I was frightened...

..you used to climb in my bed
and we'd snuggle up...

..and it didn't seem
so bad any more.

I were a kid.
Things are different now.

Are they?

It makes me sad.

Well, you changed it.

You went and married him.
And why'd you have to do that, Mam?

Bill's a good husband, Henry.

He'd make a good father to you,
if only you'd let him.

I've already got a father.

He's dead, son.

Not to me, he isn't.

SHE SIGHS

KNOCK AT DOOR
Come in.

Oh, Henry! I thought it was
your mother with more toast.

Here, that bottle there,
stiffen the tea, will you?

There's nothing like it
for my arthritis, you know.

Thank you.

What's up, then, soldier?

Dunkirk, wasn't it? That was
the place, where Dad won his medal.

Tell it me, Gran.
Tell it me one more time.

It were men against tanks.

And your dad ran through
the machine-gun fire

and took one out with a hand
grenade.

And his officer said...

He'd never seen such bravery.

Your dad. My son.

But... he didn't die there, did
he? What happened to him then?

No, your mam made me swear not
to.

I'm not a kid any more.
I need to know.

He was home on leave.

"At last," I thought.
"I've got him safe."

On the second night back,
the Luftwaffe came.

AIR-RAID SIREN

They flattened the docks,
hammered the city.

Fires raged, ships went up,
munition dumps, too.

Midnight seemed like midday.

DISTORTED SHOUTING

Gran?

Your dad went into that hell
to save lives.

He pulled people
from burning buildings.

A hero twice over.

Did a bomb get him, then?

He found a looter.

In the regimental club.
One of his own comrades.

Everyone knew
but nothing could be proved.

They never found that man.

The police warned me
against making accusations.

What do you mean?

What man?

The man who killed your dad.

I can't say his name,
but it were in all the papers.

The night my life ended.

June the 4th, 1941.

Excuse me, do you keep old
papers from the war?

We do. Come this way.

Sternsea Echo for 1941.

You should be able to find
what you're looking for

somewhere towards the middle.

Thank you.

No, no, no. No, it can't be.

Jeffries! I know your dad
wasn't just a deserter.

You watch your dirty mouth.

He was a murderer. He killed my
dad!

SHOUTING

Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

SHOUTS OF ENCOURAGEMENT

Stop it!

Stop it now!

WHISTLE BLOWS

BLOWS
Henry Dodge!

You refuse to say?

What led to this disgusting
melee?

I'm appalled at your behaviour.

After all this country's been
through.

Don't you realise violence
achieves nothing but misery?

You of all people, Henry Dodge.

I understand you started it.
Is that right?

It was both of us.

Are you sorry for what happened?

No.

Perhaps this will make you
change your mind.

Evidently you must be taught
a lesson

in the only way you understand.

Hold out your hand, Dodge.

Now your turn.

Off you go.

Miss.

She's coming.

CLASS QUIETENS DOWN

Sit down.

Let's turn away from thuggery
and go back to Roman civilisation.

Page 36 in your books.

Grace, will you read to us?

- Me?
- Mm-hm.

SHE SIGHS HEAVILY
When you're ready.

In the...

..lost...

..list...

LAUGHTER

..last...

..year...
LAUGHTER

..year...

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Stop it! Stop laughing!

All right, Henry. Leave this to
me.

I'm sorry, miss. I can't.

It's me who's sorry.
I hadn't realised.

Grace, Grace, the family
disgrace.

Don't say that.
I'm here to help you.

There's no-one here so clever
that he or she can afford

to laugh at others
as we're about to find out.

- You can read.
- Me?

Let's see what you do.

MOUTHS

'He killed my dad.
That's what this is about.'

They were in the East Yorks
together. My dad and Jeffries' dad.

And after the bombing,
they found my dad.

He'd been shot in the face
and Jeffries' dad had scarpered.

Some money was missing from
the regiment's social club.

The police thought my dad had
tackled Jeffries' father about it

and... he shot him.

That's terrible.

Poor Jeffries.

What do you mean, poor Jeffries?

You don't understand, do you?

He's lost his father, too.

Why didn't you tell me
Jeffries' father killed my dad?

VOMITING

What's wrong?

Mam?
SHE EXHALES

- Mam, are you ill?
- No.

That's one way of putting it.

Think I haven't noticed
your little secret?

- How far gone are you?
- Please, let me...

- What is it?
- She's going to have a babby.

- Aye, aye.
- His babby.

How could you?

I want nowt to do with it.

That's a wicked thing to say,
lad. - Now I know for sure.

There's no place for me here,
is there?

I'm proud of you,
the way you stand up for your dad.

You know what? Maybe you and me
should clear off out of here.

Yeah.

- You've got to tell him.
- How can I? How can I?

- This is no good for him or us.
- Don't say that.

You know sometimes it feels like
I'm not just married to you,

but to your son and
your mother-in-law.

And your dead husband too!

Please.

Just hold me.

Ah, Red Shoes.
I really want to see that.

Moira Shearer
is supposed to be lovely...

Gazing at the stars, are you?

They look so amazing.

They've got this...
this glow about them.

They're all normal underneath,
you know.

I mean, they all grew up in
places like Sternsea.

- Did they?
- Oh, aye.

I mean, take your Cary Grant.
He were born in Bristol.

He was expelled from school,
him, you know.

Get away!

He became a stilt-walker
before he tried his luck in America.

His name isn't even Cary Grant.

It's Archibald Leach.

I suppose, that glow, it was
the photographers who put it there.

Are you coming in? The Red Shoes
is about to start. It's a cracker.

No thanks, Charlie.
I've got to get back to school.

- See you later.
- All right, Henry.

Now, remember,
your most treasured possession.

As long as you can carry it.

- Miss, can I?
- I don't know, Albert.

Can you carry your grandad's
pig?

Oh...

Henry, in my office in five
minutes, please.

KNOCK ON DOOR
Come in.

What you doing here?
What's going on?

Sit down, Henry.

Your mother and I have had a
talk, Henry.

I told her about the fight you
had with Jeffries.

And your marks in class.
They make rather grim reading.

Yet I knew within minutes of
meeting you that you're bright.

You've got such an intelligent
face. Isn't that right, Mrs Arlott?

Despite that, you seem
determined not to capitalise

on the wonderful education
you're having at my hands.

Would you
like to tell me why?

School - it's a waste of time.

Why do you think that?
Who told you that?

It wasn't me, or Bill.

Was it Gran?

You're wrong, Henry.

What do you want to do with
your life?

My husband's on the railways,
for now.

He could get him a start,
an apprenticeship.

I don't want that!

- What do you want?
- I want...

Well, I... I don't know.

Henry Dodge.

What shall we do with you?

Hello there.

Come on.

Let me hang onto you for a
minute.

Stop.

I can't stand this any more.
I'm so worried about you, Henry.

No need.
I'll soon be out of your hair.

What do you mean?

Me and Gran are moving out.
We're getting a place of our own.

Why? Do you hate me that much?

No, No...

Tell me.

What's going on... inside?

Why did you do it? Mm? Marry
him?

Cos I was lonely.

I needed him, loved him.

I was only 25. Did you want me to
be on my own the rest of my life?

I'm sorry, but there it is.

There was a war, Henry.

Your father died.

It's not fair.

I want my dad.

I couldn't carry my most
treasured possession. It's a piano.

I play it for hours every day.

Will you sing for us, Grace?

Oh, no, miss. I couldn't do
that.

LAUGHTER

Great Expectations
by Charles Dickens.

I've read it so many times.
See, it's falling apart.

It's my favourite book.

Could you tell us why, Paul?

This is my dad. It's the only
picture of him I have.

I'd like to take pictures
myself, but I've got no camera.

Thank you, Henry.

Now, for this term's project,

I want you all to divide up into
groups of three

and pick a theme
from what you've talked about.

Off you go.

Well, you three
would make a perfect group.

Stories, music, photography.
You should do the cinema!

- I'm not going with him.
- No. I'm not going with you.

BELL RINGS

Good work, class.
Look forward to your ideas.

I've a camera you could use,
Henry.

If you'd agree to work
with Jeffries.

Never.

And before you try sweet-talking
me, Mrs Beaumont, my answer's the same.

Well, Grace, what now?

I think I've got an idea, Mrs B.

Henry!

- Tomorrow's Saturday.
- I know.

I might be "silly",
but I do know the days of the week.

Clever, clever.

There's a good film on at the
Plaza and we're going tomorrow.

Would you like to come?

Me? Go to the pictures with
you? - Yes.

Don't know, I suppose I could.

I'll see you outside at
half-seven, then.

Henry! How can I help you?

This camera. Can I have a look?

Just a look, that's all.

Leica 3.

Made in Germany in the '30s,
just as Herr Hitler was getting going.

It's so small.

Come on. I'll show you
how to put a film in.

This belongs to my husband.

He loved this camera.

It takes wonderful pictures.

He's mad about photography.
Like you.

This is his workshop, his
darkroom.

You could use it
to develop your pictures.

I could teach you.

It's beautiful.

Why don't you borrow the Leica
for a few days?

While you think about the
project.

You came, then.

Course I did. I asked you,
remember?

I'm really looking forward
to... - Paul!

Hello, Grace!

Oh, not you.

What's he doing here?
I thought it was our date.

You'd be lucky.

I'm not staying if he's
staying! - Well, me neither!

Silly boys, you're not your
fathers. You've your own lives to lead.

Now, come on, you lumps.
I've got the tickets.

No, Grace.

SHE SIGHS
Fine.

If I can't be friends
with both of you,

I'm not gonna be friends
with either of you. Good night.

Grace, wait.

Good for you, Paul. Henry?

- I can't.
- Suit yourself.

Tha's not going to let t'other
lad steal her away, are you?

- Wait! Just this once, OK?
- Brilliant.

Here, I want to take a photo.
Over there.

Not you, Jeffries.
SHE LAUGHS

ORGAN PLAYS BLUE MOON

Hello, you must be Grace.

And Henry.

- This is my mother.
- Hello.

Here, Paul. I best get back to
work or I'll get a rocket.

Dad, can I have an ice
cream?

APPLAUSE

- Lemon sherbet?
- Thanks. Don't mind if I do.

I can't wait to get started
on this project of ours, can you?

I do love it when it goes dark.

She's married to
this good-looking chap.

She's really happy.

And then it all goes bad
and he's cruel to her.

What a horrible film! Why do
they have to make films like that?

I don't know. It's just a story.

It's all right, love.

- Who did you go with, then?
- This girl called Grace.

- Oh!
- And a boy from our class.

- Who was that, then?
- No-one special.

Come on. Who played gooseberry?

Paul.

Paul?

- Paul what?
- You don't know him, Gran.

There's no harm in telling me
his name, then.

- He's called...
- Go on. Spit it out, lad.

Paul Jeffries.

You should be ashamed of
yourself, lad.

That's not nice. Nothing was
proved. I don't want Henry hearing that.

- He has a right...
- I already know.

- I read it in the papers.
- See?

You shouldn't poison his mind.

I thought you were a Christian,
Mrs Dodge.

Doesn't the Bible say
the sins of the father

- shouldn't be visited on the son?
- You know nowt about it.

He's not so bad really... Paul.

Don't suppose it was his fault
anyway.

That's right, lad.

I thought they'd slung
their hook out of town.

- Where's he live?
- Priory Road, I think.

I don't want to hear any more
about it. It's all in the past.

Dead and buried.

Now let's move on to
the developing process proper.

I do hope these materials
are still OK.

Esmond must have bought them
before the war.

Mrs Beaumont,
can I ask you a question?

Ask away, young man.

Is Mr Beaumont... is he dead?

No. He just doesn't live
with me any more.

OK, now take the tweezers

and put the photographic paper
into the developing tray.

Waggle it about a bit...
so the fluid covers it.

Like an expert.

Esmond and I spent a long time
apart.

He was away for all of the war.

And, then, when he came home
it...

Sometimes two people,
when they spend a long time apart...

..they don't know who they are
any more.

You see, Henry,
the war changed people.

The war changed everything.

Oh, look. See what's happening?

Like magic, isn't it?

Now put it in the fixer tray.

Here we go, give it a wash.

Grace!

Isn't she bonny, Henry Dodge?

KNOCKS

I just wanted to say, if you can
be friends with Paul Jeffries,

that's fine with me.

What's that you got there?

Some photos I took
with Mrs B's camera.

Can I have a look?

Is that Grace? She looks nice.

Is that when you saw that film?
Give me a comedy any day...

Oh!

- Mam? Mam!
- Mo.

Mo!

What happened, love?

I saw a ghost.

No.

Dad?

What's up with Paul and his
mother?

And what's up with you?
Haven't you woken up yet?

I need to talk to someone.

To you.

You've seen this one...

Now look at the picture
I took of you outside the Plaza.

Ugh, put it away. I look
horrible.

No, you don't.

But look at this man here.

What about him?

Don't you think they look alike?

I don't know what to say, Henry.
I know you miss your father, but...

There was the medal in the
post. - But anybody could have sent that.

It's like when my mum passed
away, I couldn't believe it.

To me she wasn't dead.

I thought she'd gone away for
a while and she'd come back again.

Do you understand what I'm
saying?

Grace, I'm sorry about your
mam...

..but I'm telling you,
this is my dad.

You've seen too many thrillers,
Henry.

Look.

What's up with them?

Paul! What's happened?

Landlord kicked us out.

Someone told him my dad
was supposed to be a deserter.

As if those vile accusations
were true.

But they've got nothing to do
with you and Paul.

I'm so weary of it.
Some people can be so unkind.

SHE SIGHS
While others are not.

Let's all just pile it up
in the hall for now.

I can't tell you how grateful I
am.

I'm glad for the company.
Rattling around this old mausoleum by myself.

Mrs Arlott?

I'm sorry to trouble you,
the caretaker gave me your address.

Henry hasn't come home.
And I really need to talk to him.

- Mum?
- Henry, there you are!

Where have you been?

All right, Mum. Don't make a
fuss.

Mrs Arlott, this is Mrs Jeffries
and her son, Paul.

They've just been evicted.

I'm sorry. About everything.

Maybe it's time to forget the
past.

Thank you.

I'm really pleased to meet you
properly.

Come on.
Might as well finish the bottle.

You'll be getting me tipsy.

I haven't had wine
since before the war.

That's when we bought this.

Esmond and I touring. In the
Loire in that lovely car out there.

Oh, so long ago. Look at us now.

Without our men,
for one reason or another.

But you know what?
I think we're doing fine.

A toast.

- The women of England.
- The women of England!

I'm sorry, I really must be
going.

Oh, I'm sorry. My foolish
tongue.

I forgot you've remarried.

No, no, it's not that.
I just have to...

I have to get Henry home.
Thank you.

Both of you.

That photo of yours...

The man in the background,
by the poster...

It's Dad, isn't it?

No. No, Henry.

It looks like him.

And it gave me a turn,
I don't mind saying...

..but it's just a silly fancy.

- It's not. It can't be.
- How can it be him?

He's dead and lying in the
cemetery. You know that, don't you?

I don't know.

I don't know what I know.

GULLS CRY

Henry?

I've found us somewhere to live.

Not easy these days, but some
rooms have... become available.

Wouldn't be Priory Road, would
it?

They're such nice rooms.
Really cosy.

Oh, I can't wait to get out of
here.

You and me together, eh?

Are you all right, Henry?

What's going on, Dad?

Hello, son.

Dad?

How many times have I thought
about hearing my Henry say that word?

It can't be!

- Is it really you?
- Who else do you think it is?

Come on... shake my hand...

..like the man you are.

Hey!

Hey. Let me have a look at you.

You're a good-looking boy! You
must have got it off your old man, eh?

That's what Gran says. I
can't...

Was it you that sent the
medal? - It's yours. You go together.

You're the two best things
that ever happened to me.

I don't... I don't understand.

It's a long story, Henry.

It's a strange story.

I can't wait to sit down and
tell it to you. But listen, I'm famished.

Has your mam got owt in her
pantryto feed a chap up?

I'll get you something.
Don't... don't go away.

Henry?

What happened, Dad? Where'd you
go?

It's not easy talking about it.
Painful memories, you know.

Mam used to cry herself to
sleep, she was that unhappy.

Nine years, Dad! Where'd you go?

I don't know the answer
to that myself.

I lost my memory, you see.
After the raid.

Didn't know who I was, where I
was.

Can you imagine? I was lost
inside my own head. Completely alone.

That's really bad.

- I'm sorry.
- I was scared.

Them machine guns,
I wasn't scared then, but that...

It's all over now.

What I want now is a fresh
start. The three of us together.

- Yeah, I'd like that too.
- Yeah?

I'll have to speak to your mam.

Maybe you could do that first.
See how the land lies.

Would you do that, son?

Night-night, love.

Sleep well, eh?

- Good night, Henry.
- Hm.

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

What's wrong, Henry? Why'd you
keep looking at me like that?

It's...

It's about Dad. The picture.

- What about it?
- It was him, Mam. He's alive.

Don't be silly. Don't tell
lies. - It really is!

I've seen him, talked to him.
He really is alive!

Oh, Mam.

Mam! Mam!
SHE MOANS

Fetch Bill. Hurry!

CONDUCTOR'S WHISTLE

STEAM WHISTLE

Bill! Bill!

It's Mam!

KNOCKING

Henry?

There's something
I want you to know, Henry.

I love your mum very much
and nothing's going to change that.

She wants to see you.

KNOCKING

Sorry.

- I must have given you a turn.
- You had a shock.

I did when I saw him.

It's not just that, Henry.

Don't you realise what this
means?

If your dad...

..if he's still alive...

it means our marriage,
me and Bill, it's not legal.

It means I'm married to two men
at the same time.

That's a crime.

It's called bigamy.
I could go to prison.

- That... that can't be right.
- That's not all.

It means the baby,
your brother maybe...

..he'd be illegitimate.
Do you know what that means?

Is that what they call a
bastard?

These are all bad things, Henry.

Well, I won't let them happen.

I have to see him.

I know that.

Will you tell him?

But not a word to anyone.

Especially Bill.

When I saw him...

..the part of me that was always
missing was suddenly there.

I felt whole.

I thought you'd stood me up.

Isn't Jeffries coming?

No, his mum's ill.

Oh. Well, that's a shame.

Come on.

Come on, you two.
It's just starting.

What kind of a spy
do you think you are, satchel foot?

What are you tailing me for?

'Third Man Theme'

Good night.

Enjoy that, Henry?
A belter, in't it?

Bye-bye.

Take care.

He had a devilish smile, didn't
he?

That's why the girl loved him
even after he betrayed her.

He was a villain.

But sometimes they're right
tasty, aren't they?

Fancy faking your own death
like that!

Maybe he was good.

His friends thought so.
GIGGLES

Penny for them.

Good, wasn't it?

I could go straight back
and watch it again.

Henry...

..why did you reach out for my
hand when Harry Lime appeared?

Closing up now!

Just... what they were saying.

It was exciting,
a man coming back from the dead.

I know it must have hurt,

after what happened to your dad.

I know, but...
that's exactly what's happened.

Come on, lovebirds!

Haven't you got homes to go to,
hm?

Or a nice, dark, back lane, eh?

You're not saying much...
for a change.

Who's there? Are you following
us?

Hello, son.

- Who's your friend?
- This is Grace.

Sweet name.

- Sweethearts, too, Henry?
- We're just friends.

Well, don't let the grass grow
under your feet. She's a looker.

But I hope she can keep a
secret.

She can if Henry asks her
nicely.

Straight out the knife box and
all.

It's OK, Grace.

Like they say in the cowboy
films, I come in peace.

You speak to your mam, then,
son? Good lad!

She wants to see you.
Bill, that's her husband...

We'll see about that.

..he's on night shift.

If you come round after he goes
to work, Gran goes to bed about nine.

After nine, then.

See you.

Where've you been all these
years?

- That your business, Grace?
- It's Henry's.

And he wants to know, don't you?

I told him.

I lost my memory after the raid.

When I woke up in hospital,

I didn't know who I was
or what had happened but...

I had papers on me belonging
to a Walter Briggs,

with an address in London.

And how did they get there?

I have no idea. Maybe Walter
Briggs took mine while I was out cold.

- Why would he do that?
- I don't know, do I?

It doesn't make any kind of
sense!

You're a regular Sherlock
Holmes, aren't you?

Let me tell you, lots of things,
they don't make sense in a war.

If you've seen what I've seen...

Enough, Grace!

Go on, Dad.

I had headaches...

..blackouts.

I got a job as a lorry driver
and that's been my life since.

And when I come up here on a
job, it seemed like I knew it.

I went to the library and I saw
that picture in the paper

and recognised your mam
straight off.

Then I saw you.

It started coming back to me,
my family.

It hasn't been easy, son.
But all that's about to change.

Tell your mam
I can't wait to see her.

I never stopped loving her...
or you.

Nice meeting you, Grace.

- What a liar!
- You what?

See how he fiddled
with his cigarette

when he was telling his story?

Hardly even looked at you once.

Don't you call my dad a liar!

I might be no good at reading
books, but I can read a face.

What do you know, eh?

All right, then,
well, answer me this.

If your dad's alive, who's
buried in his grave at the cemetery, eh?

And who put him there?

Don't talk about him like that!
You just can't see the good in him.

I was only trying to help you,
Henry.

Well, don't! I don't want your
help. I never want to speak to you again.

Well, that's fine by me!

Grace, Grace, the family
disgrace.

- Got a light, mate?
- Yeah.

- Ta.
- I'll have them back.

It's horrible.

Lying to the man who saved my
life.

I feel sick.

KNOCK ON DOOR

You go, Henry. Let him in.

Hello, Maureen.

It's true, then. You are alive.

I've come home.

I've come home.

To be with you and our son.

There's only one thing wrong
with that.

I'm married to someone else.

This is my house, Maureen.

Not any more.

Bill's been paying the rent
the last five years

as well as putting food
on the table for your family,

your mother included.

There's no need for that now
cos... I'm back.

What happened to you?

Have you any idea of the hurt
you caused?

- Mam, please!
- I fought a war, Maureen.

I lost my mind.

But that's in the past. Let's...

Let's look to the future.

A fresh start.

There's only one little problem
with that.

I'll soon be having
another man's child.

What do you think about that?

And we're going to be
one happy family.

- Don't talk to me like that!
- Stop it, both of you!

I've thought about this

- for eight years.
- Nine!

It's been nine years.

I know how hard it must have
been for you.

And I know it wasn't always
wine and roses.

But you remember
how sweet we were once

before the war went and spoilt
it.

We were...

We were happy then.

We can be happy again.

What's going on down here?

Oh, my God.

It can't be.

Joey?

Hallo, Ma. How are you?

It's a... It's a miracle!

I always knew you'd come back to
me!

And here I am.

- Oh, love.
- OK, Ma.

Think it over.

I have to pop off now.

Oh, no, no. No, don't go!

Stay and talk to me.

I'll get you something to eat,

a fried egg or something...

Isn't this something?

Henry.

All of us together.

You and me and your dad.

Oh! Ohh!

THUNDER RUMBLES

Stop it! Don't!

Daddy...don't!

Daddy, no! Daddy!

Henry, wake up!

I knew he'd cause nothing
but upset,

coming back here
after all these years.

No. It's what
I've always dreamed of.

I loved him once.

He was a catch,

especially for an incomer like
me, best-looking boy in Sternsea.

Sweet, too, when he'd a mind to
be.

Then it all changed.

Sweet turned sour.

But you know that.

Poor Henry. Your nightmare.

It's about him, isn't it?

No, no, no.

That film the man and his wife.

They started
long before you saw any film.

They've been going on for years.

That's why I kept quiet.

But now that he's back,
turning our lives upside-down,

now you must know the truth.

I don't want to know.

Your dad wasn't nice.

Nice-looking, but not nice.

Please...

When you were little, you saw
something between me and your dad.

That's what
you've always dreamed about.

But... But I want to be with
him.

But I don't.

I can't.

So you can't be with both of us.

But if you really want to be
with your Dad...

..I'll not stand in your way.

You'll have to choose.

I love you so much, Henry.

Your mam says you're doing well
at school, Henry.

Good lad, you stick in.

What's up with you lot?
You seen a ghost?

GRAN CHUCKLES
Nice try!

Exact opposite, as a matter of
fact.

Just leave it.

This'll put a spoke in your
wheel, William.

Please, no.

What?

He's alive.

He's home.

Who? What you talking about?

Who d'you think?

My son Joey, that's who.

His dad. Her real husband.

No. How can he?
Bill...

What does he want?
Why didn't you tell me about it?

I was going to, honest.
Don't take on. Listen to me...

What's going off for you?
As if I don't know!

Bill! Please!

That wiped the smirk off his
face, eh?

GRAN LAUGHS

Bill! Please!

Don't be like this.

I had to make sure it was him
before I told you.

- Now I see what it really is.
- Don't do this.

Not only is the old bag
twisting the knife,

you've got that feeling you've
buried, but I know that it's there.

You're ashamed of us, even
though you're carrying our bairn.

Or maybe it's something else.

- You still love him.
- No!

Maybe I should leave you all to
it, get out of here.

It's not been easy for you...
and I'm sorry.

Yes, I've felt bad, being happy
and seeing Henry so unhappy.

But I don't love Joey.

Except for Henry coming out of
it,

being married to his dad was
the worst thing that happened to me.

Meeting you...

..that was the best.

Stupid.

To be jealous. I'm sorry.

Now I need you more than ever.

Henry too.

What are we going to do, Bill?

BELL RINGS

Just like me.

I never wanted to go
to stupid school neither.

Bill knows.

- Who spilled the beans?
- Gran.

Silly old baggage.

- How's your mam?
- Upset. Really upset.

She'll come round. You'll see.

Will I?

She's just a bit shook up,
that's all.

That's why I sent the medal,
prepare the ground.

I just want to do the right
thing, son.

It's time you were out of here
and working with me.

Family business, up the smoke.

London?

Here, you get yourself some
threads with these.

Look the part, eh?

We'll make a great team, you and
me.

Dodge and Son, yeah?

Good lad.

I have to finish my chat
with your mam.

Tell her I'll be back. Tonight.

All right, Dad.

"No," Groucho says,

"I never forget a face but in
your case, I'll make an exception."

GRACE LAUGHS
Can I talk to you?

In private.

I'm sorry for what I said.
I didn't mean it.

- Yes, you did.
- I was angry.

What you said about my dad.
He's all right.

He's got big plans
for the two of us.

You'll see. Everyone'll see.

- Yes, I understand.
- I brought you these.

I thought you could get
something nice for the presentation.

Listen to me, Henry...

Clothing coupons?

You could dress a chorus line
with these. What do you want to do?

He'll hate me for it,
but I've got to help him.

There's only one way, Grace.

DOG BARKS

Oh, posh end, is it?

I am honoured.

- What's this, then?
- I said it wasn't right.

- It's none of his business.
- All right, Ma.

Well?

This is Bill... my husband.

No, I'm your husband.

Till death do us part,
so help me God.

You haven't forgotten that,
Maureen?

Let's talk this over calmly.

Thought you were
on the night shift.

Haven't you got a train to
drive, Casey Jones?

My place is here.

Please, sit down.

You better tell us what you
want.

That's easy.

My family back.

My wife, my son.

- They belong to me.
- They sound like possessions.

Don't get clever with me.

Don't they have a say?

Why don't you ask them?

Well?

You know how good it was in the
old days, the loving I gave you.

Come on, Mo, reach out, take it.

We can be a family again.

It's all I want.

I don't love you.

I did once... but you killed it.

I love Bill.

Him?

- You've got to be joking.
- He's the only man for me.

He won't be,
when I shop you to the cops.

You've broken the law,
you'll go to jail.

We'll take that chance.

Maybe the police'll
be more interested in you.

- What's that supposed to mean?
- You're well shot of her, son.

You can live with me and the
boy, we've found a lovely little place.

I told you, Ma, keep it
buttoned!

Right. What about you, son?

Let's you and me get out this
dump.

Go up the smoke, two men about
town.

We'll have a great life
together.

What do you say?

THUNDER RUMBLES

Dad!

Please don't! No!

SHOUTING

Come here! No!

Come here! Come here!
SMASHING

No!

You hit Mam, didn't you?

I remember it.

I saw it.

Why'd you do that to Mam?

And that... That grave of yours
who's in that?

I'm not going with you, Dad.

I-I'm staying here.

I don't want this.

I'm sorry to hear that, son.

You've let me down.

But you're my flesh and blood.

And that'll never change.

- Joey.
- It's all right, Ma.

Henry!

THUNDER RUMBLES

Henry!

I'll go after him.

DOG BARKS

Henry! Listen to me!

Stop! Now that'll do, lad.

No!

- What is it? Tell me!
- He's bad, isn't he?

My dad.

And I'm his son,
so I must be bad too!

No! Me and your mam are proud of
you, especially tonight.

- I can't bear it.
- Listen to me!

What's that man got to do with
you?

He's my father!

What am I going to do?

You'll get through. You will.

Look, you could have the most
precious thing in this world -

your mother's love -
if you'd only take it.

Come on, Henry.

Let's go home.

Come on.

Did you...?

Henry!

Not now, Mam, please.

You have a visitor.

Henry, are you all right?

It's good to see you.

Look, I know you're going to
hate me for this,

but Mrs B and I,
we were only thinking of you.

What have you done?

Good morning. All set?

Shall we go in?

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Jeffries.

What are you doing here?

So these coupons were given you
by the man you say is your father?

Is that right, Henry?

Yeah. Then I gave them to Grace.

And she turned them over to
the police here.

I'm glad she did,
because they were stolen

from the Ministry of Food depot
in Ilford six weeks ago.

My officers
in the Metropolitan Police

have been investigating
a racket in stolen coupons,

involving a man calling himself
Walter Briggs.

Do you recognise that name?

Is that the name used by your
dad?

I don't know.
He might have mentioned it.

Mm.

Mrs Arlott, you're sure
the man who came to the house

was your first husband,
who you thought was dead?

Yes.

We almost had him.

Information we received led us,
two weeks ago,

to premises where this Briggs
kept his ill-gotten gains.

We lay in wait and ambushed him
and his accomplices.

We got them, but not him.

He's a slippery customer
and a desperate one.

Mrs Arlott, we'd like to exhume
the body in your first husband's grave.

Do we have your permission?

What's that got to do with us?

Why have you asked us here?

I hope I'll soon
be able to answer that.

Take him in the vestry
and we can have a butcher's.

You and me, we know about waiting.

For that knock on the door,

that sick feeling
always in your belly...

But it's nearly over...

..for both of us.

Sugar. Sweet tea's good for you.

You're very kind.

We have recovered the body
and an identification has been made

with the help of dental records.

Mrs Jeffries, I'm sorry to say
that

the body is that of your husband
Ronald.

Oh, Ronnie. Oh, my poor Ronnie!

SHE SOBS

Where's Grace?
She should be here by now.

Last, but by no means least,

of the presentations
by this year's leavers.

Group F on Cinema:
Henry Dodge, Paul Jeffries...

and someone who's been known
to call herself "Disgrace"

but, from now on, will be known
as the incomparable Miss Grace.

APPLAUSE

'It's Magic'

You might wonder why this is
my favourite book.

Well, for a start,
this belonged to my father.

But it's mostly
because Pip's like me,

a boy without his dad,
making his way in life.

But now I know
what happened to my dad.

He wasn't what people said he
was.

He was a good man.

# You sigh, the song begins

# You speak and I hear violins

# It's magic

I don't know why
I'm so fascinated by photos.

Well, maybe I do.

It's cos of this.

My dad.

I love the idea of
capturing a moment in time

and the feeling you had
when it was took.

But another thing I've learnt.

Maybe the camera does lie after
all.

Looks so nice, doesn't he?

So good.

And maybe he isn't.

SHE GASPS

# ..these things that happen
Are all really true?

# When in my heart I know
The magic is my love for you. #

APPLAUSE

What you said today, Henry,
it was very brave of you.

I don't want to talk about it,
Mam.

What's that great thing doing
here?

What the...

Hello? Who's there?

Hello. Had a nice time, did we?

What are you doing here?

- Collecting what's mine.
- Yeah, I can see that.

You can't take our furniture.

I don't know why not.
Most of it's mine.

I'm really here for my wife and
son.

What?

I'm taking what's mine. My
family.

Over my dead body.

Dangerous thing to say, Casey
Jones.

- Don't be a bloody fool.
- Come on. Let's go.

- Leave him!
- What have you done to him?

- I'm coming with you, son.
- I don't want you!

Why would I want to live with
you? Out!

Dad!

Bill!

Mam... Mam, are you all right?

Where are you taking us?

Somewhere nice and cosy. Far
away.

Mam? Mam?

You're home.

- Where are we?
- Home.

Smile at the birdie!

That's not yours.

It belongs to Mrs Beaumont.

Here we are.

What do you think you're doing?

This is crazy, even for you.

Well, we'll see about that.

I disappeared for years
and no-one was any the wiser.

Why did you take our pictures?

For your passports, son.
They're works of art.

- What are you up to now?
- England's finished.

Australia, that's the place.

They want blokes like me,
men with ideas.

What'll happen when I tell them
what kind of ideas you've got?

Don't. Don't touch me.

No, we're not going anywhere
with you!

- We'll see about that!
- Get off.

- Leave Mam alone!
- Henry!

You're a bully! That's what you
are.

Look, I'm anything I want to be!
Don't you see?

We'll have a new life in the
sun.

Husband and wife.

Father and son.

You're not my father.
I'm ashamed of you.

You got spirit,
I'll say that for you.

I like that.

You'll come round.

You're not locking us in, are
you?

Got to get the passports sorted,
son. Planning our future.

You can't do this, Dad. It's
freezing! We're starving hungry!

Dad!

VOICE TALKING ABOVE

Help! Help! Help! Help!

SHE MOANS

Mam? Mam, what's up?

I don't think I'm too clever,
Henry.

Did he hurt you?

Henry, give me your hand.

I think...

..I might be having the baby.

- It can't be. Not now, Mam.
- I can feel it.

The pains are coming.

SHE GROANS

- What are we going to do?
- I don't know.

I need you to help me.

Do you think you can do that?

The Inspector thinks he's taken
them to London. Have you any idea where?

I don't know what went wrong.

He was such a lovely little boy.

Such a smile he had.

Mrs Dodge...

..do you know where
your son might be?

Please... for Henry's sake,
if no-one else.

After Joey die...

After he disappeared,
I got a letter from a friend of his.

He said he'd owed Joey some
money and he wanted me to have it.

A postal order for five pounds.

The letter was signed Walter
Briggs.

That was him!

Do you still have it?

..a towel and some papers
and hot water.

What else do we need?

A knife. We need a knife.

What do we need that for?

For after.

Sit down a minute, Henry.

I need to talk to you.

What is it, Mum?

It's starting, Henry.

It might happen quickly or it
might take hours. I don't know.

But I do know I need you, Henry,
like I've never needed you before.

Do you understand?

You're going to see things...
private things.

You're going to see blood and
gore and I'll be screaming with the pain.

You've got to be calm and strong
and help me through it.

You've got to be a man, Henry.

That's what I need from you, OK?

Tell me.

I need to hear you say it.

Don't worry, Mam.

Everything's going to be all
right.

SHE BREATHES HEAVILY

It's all right, Mam.

I can see something.
I can see him coming.

SHE SCREAMS

BABY CRIES

Is he all right?

Tell me.

It's not a boy, Mam.
She's a girl, see?

Oh, isn't she beautiful?

Oh, look at the beauty.

Isn't she pretty?

What are you going to call her?

I hadn't thought of a girl's
name.

I was sure
you were going to have a brother.

I always wanted a sister.

Thank you.

I'll never forget this night.

Me neither, Mam.

My son.

I'm so proud of you.

WHISTLES

What the bloody hell?
Where's Henry?

- You killed a man!
- Henry! I never!

What happened with Jeffries'
dad?

I had nothing to do with it.

Tell me the truth, Dad!

I'd come across him in the raid.

He'd come across me.

AIR-RAID SIREN

Is anyone there?

Is that you, Dodge?

Dodge, what are you doing?

You stole money from comrades?

I did it for you.

For our future.

What happened?

BOMB FALLS NEARBY

BELL RINGS
What's that? I can't hear you.

Are you stealing?
I could report you for that.

Stay down!

Stay where you are.
EXPLOSION

'It was an accident.'

My gun went off.

That was the finish of him.

Then I had an idea, a way out.

'I shot him in the face
so he couldn't be identified.

'Then I took his papers off him
and replaced them with mine.'

Corporal Joey Dodge was dead.

The hero.

I took the papers off a bloke
under the table: Walter Briggs.

Walter Briggs began a new life.
Not bad, while it lasted.

You're a murderer.

Yeah.

That's why they gave me a rifle
and a uniform.

They wanted killers in a war.

The things I saw, Henry.

Best years of my life.

The best of Joey Dodge.

You sicken me.

You little...
Argh!

Run, Henry! Get help!

No!

You little...
ALARM RINGS

Come on.

Up here!

This way!

- Dad!
- Henry!

Dad! Help me! Pull me up! Dad!

There he is!

- I've got you, son.
- Get the door open!

Come on.

- Come on!
- Dad!

- What you doing?
- Go!

After him! In here!

You two, down there.

The coast is clear, son.

Are you ready?

GUNSHOT
Don't shoot!

Hold your fire!

Dad! No, No, Dad!

Dad?

JOEY GROANS

Caught up with me at last.

Had it coming,
your mother might say.

Oww! Blimey!

Don't look at me like that.

I'm not all bad.

I just...

I just took a wrong turn,
that's all.

Why, Dad? Why?

The things I saw.

I couldn't face any more.
I couldn't go back.

You might think me a coward
for that, but I fought their war.

I did my bit, I killed Jerries,
I won my medal.

I'm sorry, son.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry too, Dad.

I only ever fought for you,
Henry.

Do something, will you?

Hold me.

You know what they say?

Blood's thicker than water.

BUGLE PLAYS THE LAST POST

Hup!

One, two, to shoulder.

Fire!

Reload!

Fire!

Reload!

Fire!

We commend unto thy
hands, most merciful Father,

the soul of this
our brother departed,

and we commit his body
to the ground,

earth to earth, ashes to ashes,
dust to dust.

And we beseech
thine infinite goodness

to give us grace
to live in thy fear and love

and to die in thy favour.

Grant this, O merciful Father,

for the sake of Jesus Christ,

our only Saviour, Mediator,
and Advocate.

Well, I think that's everything.

If there's anything else,
perhaps you'd send it on.

You don't have to do this.

- Give us a hand, Henry.
- You don't have to move out.

I can't possibly stay...

..not after what happened.

Why ever not?

Mo could do with help with the
baby, now I'm starting teacher training.

Gran... you've got to live with
it.

Like we all have.

He was a criminal...

a bad man
who once had some good in him.

We got to do... we got to accept
it.

Help each other through it and
build something better for the future.

Don't go, Gran. We'll miss you.

SHE SOBS

It's all right.

Don't take on.

May I?

She's lovely.

Go and pay off the cabby, son.

She's not going anywhere.

OK, Dad.

- Come on, come on...
- Henry!

- Sorry, I've just got back.
- How'd it go?

They said my technique was
wayward and that I had something to work on.

But they've agreed to take me
from September.

No! My Grace at music school?

Yeah, but Manchester's
not that far away.

We can still see each other.

So what's your news?

Not much.

I went to this photography shop
to get some mounting

and the man looked at my
pictures.

He said they were good,

he had an apprenticeship coming
up and I should apply.

Henry, that's great!
Let's celebrate with a choc-ice.

So this film...

is it a happy film?

It's a musical.

And I bought two tickets
for the back row.

Oh, Henry.

All right, Charlie. You all
right?

Come on in. On The Town. Come
on. You've got plenty of time.

Are you coming in, sir?

Right round the back...