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Good night, sweetheart.

All my prayers are for you.

Good night, sweetheart.

I'll be watching all you.

Tears and cutting may make us alone.

But with the dawn, a new day is coming.

You're pregnant, aren't you?

Thanks a lot, Gary.

The one thing I wanted more than the promotion.

The one thing that you could say that was guaranteed to ruin this moment and

had to say it. You've been promoted?

Assistant Personnel Manager.

Oh, well done.

That's really good.

Only not quite as good as creating a new life.

Is that what you meant?

No.

Look, any idiot can make a baby.

That's why those Tory ministers keep knocking him out like frog spawn.

Look, I'm sorry. You know, we've been talking about babies. You surprised me

with a bottle of champagne. It was a natural assumption.

Oh, come on.

Let's have a drink, eh?

You can tell me all about your new job.

I know you're dying to.

Pig.

Is it more money? Naturally.

And my own office.

Feet in the executive dining room and occasional use of the company box.

Not Wembley Stadium.

Royal Opera House.

But don't panic, it's not compulsory.

Well, I'm really pleased for you.

We ought to go out, celebrate properly.

You fancy that Malaysian place?

Well, it'll be full.

Well, we hurry up. We can be there by 8 .30 before they run out of their little

wooden skewers. Yeah, OK.

Right, I'll go and change my jacket.

Gary, leave it alone. It'll be Stella wanting a chat. She'll have me on there

for ages.

Hi, Yvonne and Gary aren't here at the moment, but please leave a message after

the tone.

Hi, Yvonne, it's only Stella. Told you. I'll ring you later.

being in Cheshire.

Cheshire?

Macclesfield, to be precise.

Well, there's... this far.

You'll have to move.

And when were you planning on telling me about this? As you were moving the

furniture into the removal van? No, when I thought you'd say yes without an

argument. No chance.

Moving out of London is a complete non -starter.

Why?

Regents. Name one.

My mum and dad.

Macclesfield's closer to Lincoln.

Exactly. We'll have even less excuse not to visit them.

Why are you being so antsy? This is my career we're talking about. Yeah, and

what about my career?

Well, if we move to Macclesfield, you might be able to get one.

I think it's way up there on the list of the most hurtful things you've ever

said to me.

For your information, Ron is talking about making me head of marketing

development. Oh.

And how many are there in marketing development, Gary?

One.

And who is that, Gary?

Me.

Well, it wouldn't be much of a promotion then, would it?

I get my own rubber plant.

Look, they want me to go up there for a few days before I finally accept.

Why don't you come with me? There's no point.

Gary, this is a chance for us to make a fresh start. Why are you being so

obstructive? I'm not being obstructive. I'm just not going to move, all right?

I'm pathetic.

A pale shadow of a man. I am a weak -kneed eunuch.

Tell me, do you still sleep in the house or have you relegated yourself to a dog

blanket in the backyard?

You didn't see the way I stood there trotting out these lame excuses for us

to move.

I even told everyone you were going to make me head of marketing development.

Yeah, I'm right.

And the truth is I just couldn't face the idea of not being able to see Phoebe

whenever I want.

I should be right behind Yvonne. Supporting each other 100 % is what

all about.

I'll have to tell Stella that. She'll laugh.

Why should she find that funny?

How long have you been married now?

Five years.

That's strange. You still talk like a novice.

I don't think you're grasping the gravity of this situation.

It's Friday.

You always feel like you're selling Yvonne short on Fridays.

You'll spend a few days with her and then your conscience will be clear.

Of course, that means by Monday you'll feel bad for neglecting Phoebe and

spend time with her and the cycle starts again.

Am I that predictable?

The staff set the watches by you.

Do your staff know the intimate details of my personal life?

You've told them, haven't you?

Only that you've got two birds on the go.

Look, you've got some serious respect from the guys out there.

I won't tell you what some of the women think, but if any of them offer you a

coffee, don't accept.

Well, I can't go on like this.

I'm going to get a grip.

Commit myself to one girl.

So when Yvonne's in Macclesfield, I'm going to leave my clothes on a bridge,

fake my own suicide and disappear.

Yeah, well, just so long as you don't do anything rash.

Yvonne, I've thought about this. It's the best way.

Yvonne can get on with making a success of her life.

I'll move in with Phoebe, we'll get married and run the pub. And live

ever after. The pressure's got to you. You're mad.

You're out there with David Icke and anyone who fancies Fergie.

My mind's made up, mate.

You won't last in 1941.

You'll keep nipping back for beer cans with widgets and Wonderbra ads.

It'll be a clean and final break.

I won't come back even if I'm tempted.

Well, everyone's leaving at five. I've got a lot to do. I'm not going to let

do this.

You're not leaving this office till you come to your senses.

Are you going to stand there and stop me leaving this room? For as long as it

takes.

You going

to answer that? No.

It'll be a big order.

Hello? Stella, hi.

Ron? No, he's just nipped down to the stockroom with that little blonde.

Hello, my love.

No, don't be silly.

That's just Gary's warped mind at play.

Ron, you can't stop me.

But I'm going to need your help.

All packed? Yeah.

What was all that banging and drilling?

Oh, just doing a few of those little jobs I never got round to, you know.

fix that cupboard.

Oh, you sure it'll bear more than the weight of one packet of cuppa soup?

Masonry box.

You could swing off it.

Maybe I will when I get back.

I love you, Nicole.

Oh, God, I love you too.

Hey, I've got a surprise for you.

Lunch?

Oh, and there's a bottle of shabbily in the fridge.

God, I'm stunned.

Great DIY, great food.

All you have to do is get your sexual performance up to scratch and you'll be

fully trained.

Well, I just wanted you to know how much I love you.

Look, we're only going to be apart for a few days.

See?

Have you had some kind of premonition? I mean, if Mackelfield's going to be

struck by a tidal wave, I would like to know.

I know what this is all about.

You're feeling guilty over the hard time you gave me about moving to

Macclesfield. You realise I'm right and you just won't admit it.

I knew it.

Don't worry, I'm not going to make you say you were wrong.

There goes another rip.

Macclesfield is not the end of the world, Gary.

No.

But they do have the same postcodes.

I'll be back before you know it.

Are you sure you're all right?

Yeah, of course.

I'll ring you when I get there.

Well, don't. I won't be here.

While you're away, I thought I'd go up to Scotland, you know, see if I can

the Celtic market for Ron.

He's not very big north of the border.

He's not very big south of it either, according to Stella.

I'll see you when I see you then.

Yeah.

And don't forget, you're the best.

Okay? Yeah.

You too.

Bye, Yvonne.

You got everything?

Coal?

Clean hanky?

Suicide note?

I'll leave it on the bridge.

Be sure to weigh it down. You don't want it blowing into some passing garbage,

Scal. Yeah.

Everyone will assume I've just climbed into a bin bag and had myself taken away

by the council.

Well, I guess this is it.

I guess it is.

Keep an eye on Yvonne for me.

Why don't you stop being a pillock, come home and keep an eye on her yourself?

Ron, we've done this.

I'll miss you.

It's been a blast having a mate who's a time traveller.

It's up to top that.

Thanks for everything, Ron.

What are you going to do?

Punk.

I'd rather you didn't.

Us printers were macho blokes.

If our hands accidentally brush when we reach for the ketchup, we feel the urge

to talk about rugby for half an hour.

Manly and not excessively demonstrative.

You have a good death.

And the

next

time you see an old man on the tube, give up your seat, eh?

Could be me.

Ron, Ron, I've only got the white fivers for the...

Hello,

young Gary.

You look a bit out of thoughts.

I've just had to walk all the way here from Southwark.

You should have got a bath.

Number 12 runs along there.

Was it the 42A?

It was a time when I knew all the London bus routes off by heart.

Of course, after Dunkirk, that made me a security risk.

If I should be captured by a Jerry Commando snap squad, taken back to

interrogated, they could use that information in their invasion plans.

Reg, if the Waffen -SS do turn up in Trafalgar Square, it'll be by parachute.

Not on a big red London bus they caught in Lambeth.

Now, they're a devilish, devious bunch, the Hun. And what with me being a bobby

and all, better to be safe than sorry. So, I forced myself to forget everything

I knew about the transport system.

I'd like to get to a position where I know nothing of any interest whatsoever.

You're close, Reg. You're very close.

Well, that's good of you to say so, sir.

What's going on?

It's just Reg, making seconds seem like hours.

I mean the soup.

You're not going away again, are you?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm moving on.

I've said goodbye to Cricklewood forever.

Oh.

So now it's my turn for the brush, obviously.

Well, it'd be a bit stupid of me, seeing as I'm planning on moving in around

here.

Oh, Gary.

I thought you'd be pleased. Oh, I am.

Do you hear that, Reg? Gary's going to come and live around here. Oh, good

Welcome, son. Thanks.

I've been hoping you'd do something like this.

Where are you going to stay?

I don't know.

I suppose you could rent the room upstairs and take you flying somewhere.

You know, I never thought of that.

Oh, Bert.

Read me like a book, can't you?

We were made for each other, you and me. If you're looking for rooms, I know

someone with a couple to rent.

No, there's no rush, Reg. I'm fine, thanks.

Well, they're very comfy, by all accounts. And if you don't mind my

don't think it's quite seemly for you two to be living here together.

Actually, Reg, I do mind you saying so.

Well, hold on, Gary.

Reg is probably right. I don't think the brewery would be ticking on it.

It's only just round the corner.

In Ravenscroft Street, above the hat shop. I'm sure it'll all be tickety

the owner's a lady friend of mine.

I didn't know you had any lady friends, Ray. No, no, it's strictly a

professional acquaintance. She just occasionally buffs up my helmet.

Don't look so disappointed.

Look, there's nothing to stop me coming to visit you in your room, is there?

There you go.

Have that one on me.

Oh, thanks very much.

I can't tell you how chuffed I am you're going to be spending more time round

here, Gary. I really enjoy our little chats and now we're going to have lots

more of them.

And they'll all be about things of no interest whatsoever, won't they, Reg?

You can bank on it, son.

It's nice, Gary.

I should hope so, for seven shillings and sixpence a week.

No, it feels really homely.

It's got a good blackout. Look.

haven't we talked about?

There's only one reason you pull the black out during the day, hanky -panky.

Oh, oh, right.

So, shall I let them up again, then?

Yes.

You know, I can buy a bedside cabinet.

Oh, you'll be lucky.

The only thing the shops aren't short of at the moment is shortages.

Never mind, I saw one in the garden of a bombed -out house. I'll go and get

that. That's looting.

It's only an old broken bedside cabinet. What can they do to me?

Shoot you.

I suppose I could always pull that chair over and make do.

What's your kitchen like?

Small.

You've got a mangle.

Yeah. All mob cons.

Where did you get this bacon?

Butchers. It's all fatty.

It's all he had.

If you ever buy this stuff on show, you have to ask what's under the counter,

the stuff he keeps for his regulars.

I mean, what happened to all your American contacts?

I can't see them anymore.

Security reasons.

Oh.

So that's why he decided to move here.

He'll need me to do his shopping for you now.

Well, that and other things.

Perhaps you should let that blackout down.

Landlady. There is a rule about having young ladies in your room.

It's all right. I've already got one.

I ought

to go anyway. I'm due on duty with the

WVS in half an hour. Okay.

I'll see you later.

Right, you nosy old cow. Stick this in your pipe.

Four

hours

I spent wandering around looking for razor blades. Do you think I could find

any?

The thing that gets me is you know they've got some, but they're keeping

under the counter for the regulars. Tell me about it.

In the queues. There's queues everywhere for everything.

Is there really?

I asked one bloke what he was queuing for and he didn't know.

He just saw the queue and got on the end of it. I mean, what's happening to

people?

Maybe.

It's Hitler.

You're making an exhibition of yourself.

No, I'm not.

Gary, I am trying to watch this newsreel.

You know what it sounds to me. Oh, good for

Christmas.

They didn't have any coffee, so I couldn't get you one.

You didn't get me a tea, did you?

Now, be fair.

That's not what you said.

Coffee is what you asked for. There was no mention of any contingency plan.

Well, you could always go and get your own.

Oh, thanks. The intermission's started now. I'm surprised, surprised. There's a

queue. All right, share mine.

Oh, you're right for fire -watching duty tomorrow night.

What? Fire -watching.

Well, now you're resident in the area, you're obliged to go on the rotor.

Well, I don't know, Reg. My leg's still a bit sore from where I tripped over

that bicycle in the blackout.

Surely that won't stop you doing your bit.

No. No, yeah, you put me down, Reg.

Ladies and gentlemen, due to circumstances beyond our control, we're

bring you tonight's main feature, Lady Hamilton.

However, we can bring you the ever -popular Josh Formby in Turned Out Nice

Again.

Oh, God.

anyone find that funny?

Well, I think it's funny.

It's rubbish.

Come on, let's go.

Oh, I want to watch the film.

Well, we can go back to my place.

I can't. I have to go on duty later.

Again? I saw more of you when I lived in Cricklewood.

All right, I'll wait for you in the pub.

We're not opening tonight. The beer delivery never arrived.

Well, I'm not going back in there. It's giving me the right hump.

All right, well, you go then. Reg can see me home.

All right, I will.

You're still at it.

The war.

The war.

The war.

George Formby.

And, surprisingly enough, the war.

Where's all the scandals?

Must be somebody in the royal family phoning somebody they shouldn't be.

Well, if this is what newspapers were like before the sun, roll on page three.

Last day of the test match today.

There'll be highlights on the telly.

Just imagine sitting there watching it with a six -pack and a Chinese takeaway.

God, I'm hungry.

There's only one thing not on the ration and I'm not getting any of that.

I thought you were on duty.

I phoned.

Said I'd be late.

I had to come round. I didn't want us to say goodnight the way we did, arguing.

No, that was my fault.

Just because I've moved in around here doesn't mean you have to start planning

your life around me. No, no, I'd like to spend more time with you, but it is

difficult. I know.

It's Mrs Bloss for a start. Yeah.

Still, we'll be all right tonight.

As I was coming out of the cinema, she was going in.

Actually, she'll be gone for ages.

Well, in that case, come over here.

Hmm.

Oh, I think I'm going to like living around here.

I also think I'm going to kill whoever that is.

Who is it?

Oh, no.

I don't want him to find me in here.

Why? He's not your father.

Yeah, but you know what he's like. He'll be disappointed in me and I'll feel

terrible.

I know. Hide under the bed till I get rid of him.

My God!

Yeah, yeah, just coming.

Go on, it'll be a laugh.

What a palaver.

Evening, Reg.

Just thought I'd pop round.

I didn't like to think of you sitting here on your own.

Oh, well, that's nice of you, but I'm fine, honest.

I don't suppose you fancy coming dancing, do you?

Very kind of you, Reg, but you're not really my type.

You are a wad.

Now, I wondered if you fancy making up a foursome with the missus and her

sister. They say she's not bad looking from a distance.

Well, that's very nice of you, but I think I'll give it a no.

As you like.

Well, if you've got to get off, Reg, don't let me keep you.

No, no, Russ.

I'm sure the missus will find someone for a foxtrot.

She usually does.

Don't mind if I come in, do you? Well, I was just...

Mrs.

Bloss is a lovely woman, isn't she?

Yes. Yes, she's very vigilant.

I sometimes wonder what might have happened if I'd met her before I met my

Minnie.

Life.

It's a funny thing, isn't it, son? Yes.

Oh, thank God, an air raid. Oh, righty. Thought they might give us a rest

tonight. No, don't panic. It's the docks that get it tonight. Apart from one

bomb that falls on Gibbons Furniture Warehouse.

What?

I mean, that intelligence leads us to believe that a bomb might hit Gibbons

Furniture Warehouse, you know, and that's nowhere near here, is it?

Gibbons.

Gibbons. Sure, I used to know where that is.

She must have heard about Gary.

I've been dreading this.

Ron, are you in there?

You can't run away, Ron.

This poor woman's searching for reasons why her husband topped himself.

You must speak to her.

Ron!

Maybe I'll ring her later.

I can't tell you how sorry I am.

Stella's told you, has she?

Yeah. It must hurt.

Well, naturally, I'm disappointed.

But life goes on.

Disappointed is a good start, Yvonne.

But you mustn't bottle up your feelings.

Well, there's no point in brooding, Ron. There'll be other jobs.

Jobs?

Right. You know, so this one in Mackelfield turned out to be a crock.

All I can do is put it down to experience.

Where's Gary?

You haven't heard anything from him?

Or about him?

Well, not since he left for Scotland.

Oh, he's not still there, is he? No.

I mean, I've got no idea.

Oh, come on, Ron. You must have a contact number for him.

I'm sorry, Yvonne.

You can't phone where Gary's gone.

Oh, great.

Just when I really needed him.

I've had a lousy time.

Listen, Yvonne.

I want you to know I'll always be here.

That's nice.

If ever you need a strong shoulder to help you through the long, lonely

nights... I beg your pardon?

Anything you need, you just have to ask. I don't believe this.

What? You making a pass at me. No!

Yes, you held my hand and you said you'd give me anything I want in the long,

lonely nights. I'm in support.

Support? I come in here feeling down. My husband is away God knows where. I'm

defenceless and you try it on.

You take one more step towards me and I'll put your groin in traction.

Defenseless didn't last long.

And I'll tell you something else. When Gary gets back, I'm telling him.

I knew Gary's suicide was a bad idea.

Cos now I want to kill him myself.

Baby, what shall I do with it? Well, just put it down there for now.

It's a dirty great parachute mine, hanging off the school wall.

Tell him to bring all the injured in here, Reg. Right, you are.

What can I do to help? Do you know how to put on a bandage for a fracture of

lower jaw?

Well, it's your answer, no.

Well, then go and put the kettle on. No, no, no. Go and help Vera with Albert

over there.

It's OK.

Put him down.

Oh, my God.

Is it bad, son?

Go on.

I can take it.

I'm sorry.

It looks like you've lost your leg.

Oh, gold, not another one.

Gary, he lost that leg five years ago when he got drunk and fell down a coal

hole.

You'll be all right, Albert. You've just had a bang on the head.

I'm sorry, Albert.

Yeah, you're all right, Sam.

All this pain and suffering, this is from one bomb.

Why weren't all these people down a shelter?

Well, not everybody likes it down a shelter.

They seem to take a chance on keeping their own beds.

And poor old Sid there, he was up on a roof, so he really caught a packet.

Up on the roof?

What did the stupid bugger expect?

What on earth was he doing up there?

Fire -watching.

It's like you're going to be doing it tomorrow night.

Sleep will banish sorrow.

Good night, sweetheart.

Till we meet tomorrow.

Dreams enfold you.

In memory I'll fold you.

Good night, sweetheart.