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Don't worry, Clive. It was very kind of you to lay on all this for us.

Not one of my better ideas, was it? Well, this is a damn fine start to your marriage

Maud. You don't really believe that story about driving all night, do you?

It doesn't really matter. He promised me his name, not his attention.

More like drinking all night. Did he have to bring his damn chauffeur?

Especially if all the fella's gonna do is sleep.

Credit works to you, Clive. I've never seen a more competent sleeper.

Do you think we ought to wake them? No, they'll only drop off again.

On the other hand, I've spent my married life entirely alone.

We're not disturbing you, are we?

No, she's nagging already.

You want me to make an effort? Alright. Oh, my gosh.

Where's this cozy, innit?

Electrogonimated pictures. What's he talking about?

That's what I thought we'd call ourselves.

Cole's electric animated pictures. It's got a nice ring to it, innit?

It's just more than could be said for this thing.

Oh, that's only temporary. As soon as we've made a couple of pictures, you can have a real one.

In the meantime, why don't we enjoy some of this delirousal?

Dobbly. It's the genuine stuff, damn it.

Oh, yeah. You can always tell.

Oh, he's coming.

Poor bugger. He's out of the white.

He's a mechanical wizard when he's not asleep.

A mechanic?

Turn his hand to anything.

Well, I wondered who you might bring to our wedding, but I never thought of a mechanic.

Hmm. In trouble, this is his client to be Welsh. He sings.

A singing mechanic?

If you can whistle it, he can sing it. He Welsh, of course.

Do you hear that, Clive?

That came to my wedding, a singing mechanic.

A Welsh singing mechanic.

Yeah, Albert!

Let's have another bottle of this, um, bubbly air, can we?

Who's he calling Albert?

Cheeties, like that?

Get it down here, Clive.

It's not as if you lose an ancestor.

You're all going in a brow for him, aren't you?

I'll just leave it, please.

I don't know what we need another bottle for.

It's a celebration, isn't it?

She'd the bride, then.

She would appear to be the only one likely to fulfil that description.

Hello, she married, then.

That's none of our impertinent little business.

You don't know, either.

That's because of remarks like that, Miss.

That I shall have to lead you into the darkest corner of this old building

and entwique your little bum.

It's got to be in what's awake. She's married.

That, Miss Clever is her brother.

It must be him, then.

Oh, fear it must.

I wonder what made her marry that tactless blinder.

When he's not asleep at his own wedding breakfast,

he's calling people Albert.

I bet he'll be loved.

My mum gets right on my dick ears, Albert.

I bet they've been up all night long,

and that's why he's clacked out.

Lord, will you be all right, do you think?

I should be more than all right.

I shall bring a little discipline into the lives of these two gentlemen.

Take me home, Clive.

Me?

What about them?

But he doesn't know where you live, Lord.

He's never been to the house.

Let him bloody find it.

More!

It's some elopement.

Did we ought to write them?

The room's been locked till three o'clock.

What's the matter?

Where's she gone?

Where's all gone?

I'll go back to sleep.

Where's your watch?

I'm a craftsman, man.

What's the time to me?

What do I need you to watch?

I'll pay you enough to keep a watch.

You've opted again, ain't you?

You got a good poem, Roger?

You look after it better than I do.

Oh, I.

That reminds me speaking about being paid.

I'm trying to save you.

You're getting free champagne, ain't you?

Oh, it's flat.

Yeah, I know the thing.

You get the impression we've been here some time.

Where is she then?

She'll lead you away from her.

They're so obvious, isn't it?

She's gone.

She's starting to bleat now, they move with that.

Hey, come on.

Where is she then?

Don't tell me you've misled him already.

Just now we're in for you.

All the time I've been to.

Wishing for you, wondering when you're becoming home again.

You're supposed to be singing your little family hearts out.

And the audience can't hear you, can they?

They'd have to suggest the awful row you're making purely by your expression.

Yeah.

Jack, rest your loving hand on your daughter.

Just for your sake.

Does he have to put his hand on my head?

Yes, he does.

Does he have the director?

You could have put your hand on my shoulder.

How would you like to be photographed?

Daddy, with some idiot holding your head.

Oh, for God's sake, stop arguing.

Both of you asked Mr. Pula in your hand with him.

Yeah.

Put the hand on the shoulder.

Is she happy with it on the shoulder?

Good.

Right.

Let's move on.

There's somebody out the door.

You can hear him when you don't stop singing.

Let me see him here.

Oh, Daddy, come on.

Hear him, Mr. Pula.

That's ghosting, King Pula.

Say, say, hear him for you.

Now, the maid enters.

She goes to the door.

Where's the maid?

Where the hell's the maid?

She goes over to the door.

She turns the handle and pulls the door open.

And Corky comes with it.

He has to come with it.

He's got his trousers caught up in the door, not.

He's very embarrassed.

Also, he's angry.

He's come to complain about the singing.

The kid begins to cry.

Her mother hugs her child, her breast.

She's outraged.

She raises an arm and orders Corky off the premises.

But Corky's still entangled with the premises.

She turns to her husband and demands that he acts like a man.

He gives Corky a shove.

Corky shoves him back.

They begin sparring.

The maid is on Corky's side.

He wants to make it impression.

He begins sparring and weaving.

He's as talented as he can muster.

Almost daintily.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

As daintily as a man can possibly be with his trousers hooked on the door knob.

He's gone.

Now what?

He's on the blink again.

Damn, nation. Not again.

All right, everybody. Take a break.

Can you fix it?

We usually come, Mr. Fuller.

Temperamentally lousy box of tricks.

Oh, I'll see it gets fixed, Mr. Fuller.

Look what I've been saving for you, Mr. Fuller.

Really sticky topic.

That's what I wanted.

What's on your mind?

I don't like complaining.

That I bet you're going to try.

It's just that I don't like the way my mother and father are playing my scene.

Do they have to keep squeezing my head?

I'm never going to be seen in this picture if people keep squeezing my head.

Just keep your mouth shut when he's around.

What you trying to do to me?

Well, you can fix it, Mr. Fuller.

You want to make a big impression. Do it in your own time.

It wasn't meant to be like that, Mr. Snipe.

Oh, I've got my beaties on you, lad.

Don't give me that wide-eyed innocent look.

Just keep away from him.

Any talking's got to be done to Mr. Fuller. I'll do it, right?

You're going to fix the camera as well.

You think I couldn't?

I don't know what you can do, Mr. Snipe.

I've never seen you doing much of anything round, are you?

Oh, fuck!

Now you want any future at all in this business, Sonny.

You're going to have to learn my little ways.

Now, I'll get this right trap fixed.

I'll get this right trap fixed.

I'll get this right trap fixed.

I'll get this right trap fixed.

I'll get this right trap fixed.

I'll get this right trap fixed.

What's your saying, Jim?

What does your daughter say to Mr. Fuller?

Oh, she's just talking?

My hand, she's just talking.

You should be pleased to direct her talk to your daughter.

You want the director not to talk to your daughter?

No, why can't you talk to her?

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

What's your daughter?

Why can't you talk to him over here?

Why does she have to drag him way across the set?

She did not drag him.

It happened.

They were walking that way.

She dragged him over there.

She practically tore his arm out.

Oh, that's a fine thing.

You don't trust your own daughter?

She's not talking about her.

She's complaining about us.

Her own mother and father.

Oh, did we see the check?

Did you see that?

She smiles like that.

She must be really knifing us over there.

What are you sitting there for like that?

They just got to sit there.

Can't you think of some excuse to go over there and listen?

Do I have to be a spy now?

What are you talking about, spy?

Do as your father tells you.

I ask you to go over there and listen to her own sister.

That spy?

You wanted to stop talking to the man.

Why don't you go over there and haul her away?

You buy the hair, preferably.

He is the director.

You don't do that sort of thing to directors?

Maybe that's your trouble, father.

You'll learn.

How's she going to learn?

Who's going to put her into pictures of that attitude?

If they ever do, there'll be one tongue in the family that's not being worn out on some

director's books.

Hurrah!

What are you talking about?

I don't know what to do with this book.

Oh.

Are they ever going to call us?

You know how long the singing brewers take.

Looks like Max.

It's coming, mother.

To sit on the bench.

My drink is.

Look it is.

Uncle Max has documents to decide.

Another niece, Max.

Large fat decor.

Which that one was shortly returned to the buzzer.

We're getting younger.

You know, I don't know why you don't sell the car.

You get that one half fair on the train.

Not when you look closer.

All right, Corky?

Change wouldn't be all bad.

We could do with a new camera, man.

This one doesn't know his tripod from his focus.

Don't worry about it.

You pay me to worry on your behalf.

Oh, you know me, Max.

What would life be without a sense of disaster?

Oh, hardly disaster.

He's offering you very advantageous terms.

I'll say that about Mr. Arnold Cole.

At least he knows how to talk big.

Do we know anything about him?

Do we know anything about anybody in this business?

In Cora's right, we're all beginners.

The question is trying to back the halls with staying, perhaps.

And one that is not going to trample all over your friendly,

lovable comedian.

That's funny.

You think I've said something funny?

My dear Corky, when it comes to money, or neither friendly nor lovable.

I'd like to be lovable.

Why don't you try?

Because that's the type that get kicked around.

Oh, and, uh, just this one.

What's this?

Oh, Justin Shorranz.

I hope we're doing the right thing, Max.

It should keep us all in trinkets.

If he can come up with the money.

My dear Corky, trust me.

My pen, I think.

I'm sure Mr. Cole knows where to lay his hands on any amount of money.

You think I'm just a Madre Alsman?

At least I've got the sense to pick a bomb rocket on the forge.

Ever any thanks?

Yeah, that is ringing.

Right.

Yeah.

How long are you going to be?

We ain't got through here, ever.

You have to pay for this, you know.

He brings these watch here, didn't he?

Some watch.

Some leave peacemen were thrown with it.

The gold under it isn't.

That thing's ringing.

I'm hearing that, eh?

Not likely.

It won't bite you.

Ridiculous, grown people talking into a tinny thing like that.

Hello?

Mrs. Cole?

Oh, yes, yes.

This is Mrs. Cole.

And that, I assume, is Mr. Cole.

You sound different on the telephone.

Less sober.

Well, it's good of you to phone me on our wedding day.

A bride appreciates these little ketties.

Where are you?

At your porn, brokers.

Well, do tell him how pleased I am with the wedding ring.

He's not your porn broker.

He's Lou Ellen's porn broker, I see.

Lou Ellen's awake now, too, is he?

That's nice.

A man needs the little companionship on his wedding day.

Listen, it was you that walked out, not me.

Well, we've not enough for a minute.

All right, more than a minute.

We was flagged out, and why?

Listen, it weren't as if we were out on a bash all night.

We were in a van.

Listen, it weren't as if we were out on a bash all night.

We was lining up Corky Brown to make a picture for us.

Corky Brown, the comic.

Can you hear all right?

Well, as you come this side of the counter.

What?

Well, I tried to stay awake.

I know your brother was there.

He's enough to put anybody asleep, hey?

Who said I didn't like him?

I didn't say I didn't like him.

There's a brother in all his fine.

He's got his tenants here to be really boring.

Brothers in law.

Don't tell me about brothers in law.

Look, Mode, we're here listening a minute.

Well...

You don't need this business as brothers in law.

Mine have orthonopets down in South Wales.

Why couldn't mine think of that?

Look, why don't you two shout out a minute.

Mode?

Both highly respected in recent vision circles.

I could appreciate mine more.

If I could be sure he was spending half his life down an old underground.

Look, I found you, didn't I?

Yeah, we had to go back to the registry office.

It's lucky you're on the phone, go on.

This could have been a very short marriage.

Well, yeah, I'm...

I'm just ringing to tell you not to worry.

I've got one or two things to see to, and then I'll be home, right?

Where'd you pick up an expression like that?

Oh, that's a nice thing to say to a brand-new husband and he.

Oh, women.

He's cut me off.

He hasn't even shaved this morning and he's cut me off.

When's he coming home?

I wouldn't employ him in the stables and he cuts me off.

Oh, well, of course it's none of my business.

I was just wondering how many I ought to be cooking for.

Pardon me, Steph, I always like that.

Your first two for mine. Congratulations.

Yeah.

Yeah, how you...

Notice you get clothes brought in here.

I'm gonna need some costumes for a picture.

Oh, I've got my...

If you can control your urs, you are silly prices.

What?

We can come to some arrangement.

I was going to do a bit of supper for the two of you.

I told you, Nanny, no ceremony.

Is it a ceremony to have a meal with your husband?

What sort of a thing have you got yourself into?

Who is he that we've never once seen in the house?

I know what I'm doing.

Do you know?

And is it knowing what you're doing to get yourself married?

Shabby at the registry office?

My marriage is shabby, Nanny.

It is good as telling the old gossipy world you got yourself pregnant.

I have got myself pregnant.

All by yourself, Abia.

And there's me thinking it always took two.

Do you always have to be honest till it hurts?

Would you have me go through all the trappings in the church?

Oh, I notice what the other pregnant Christians do.

Oh, Nanny.

What's some ginger, isn't it?

Well, she won't start unless she thinks you mean it.

Look at you. You're in diabolical condition.

You used to be out of swing a bit on it.

What are you trying to do? Give every drink in a bad night?

What do we need a lorry for writers instead?

Well, I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

Why do you talk to a lorry for writers instance anyway?

Well, we gotta go and get you all staff, aren't we?

My stuff?

Eh! Gonna move you out of name Ratty Diggs.

You can move in with Mrs. Collin, himself.

Yeah, we didn't even see the house yet.

As you got room.

Well, she's on the bleeding telephone.

She's there to wait for him. Come on.

If you're into good idea, then how you.

Me moving into you.

You got a picture, Dime?

I want you, we're up and find ya.

Mind you, night and day.

Very well, the legend and the bappy days of it is a responsibility.

You can rely on it.

Starting this off now, I'm going to be working everybody's tail off.

And if all there was something in it,

you're going to need my watch for me.

Don't worry about it.

It comes off your wages.

Wages.

There's a novelty.

You should drink their lacquiao oil.

Look at his face, his premise.

He's written free.

You're working my tail off.

Like you did.

Now, but when I say rent free, you'll understand.

I'll refer it to a beerie until you begin to receive some weight.

At which time, no doubt, we can't come for some arrangements.

They're much having a lunatic on the bike.

Look at his stuff, then.

I was more than I was just a contentier.

Well, don't look all that with me.

Oh, well.

We've all got to make sacrifices, isn't we?

Chuck, you've got a minute, haven't you?

No, it depends what for.

For that, I need more than a minute.

Now, what I want at the moment is information.

I don't know about that.

You've got to ask a bleating question.

Listen, is there a chemis room?

You're called Galloway.

Excuse me.

I've got to set.

What do they pick?

What do they get this idea?

All they need behind the bar is a pretty face and a pair of gold fit that knock your eyes

out.

Not a bad idea, though, is it?

Me.

Not a bad idea at all, really.

Look her.

Defonblind, she's gone now.

Great comfort is a good woman.

Yeah, sir.

Must have caught it up into waiting at all for her husband who can't even turn up on the

wedding day.

Two more here, please, Miss.

We're not going home until we've found Galloway.

Sad.

Sad Galloway.

How many Galloway's you?

One.

Sad Galloway.

Right.

Fact, the film business in Denny.

I'm packing in, Carney.

What's the time, boy?

You're a really good day, watch.

It's time you're all.

You want the truth, man?

Your wedding day is not the day for being in pubs.

Matrimon, you're off to a bad start.

Oh, that.

I'm not going to get it.

I'm not going to get it.

I'm not going to get it.

I'm not going to get it.

I'm not going to get it.

Thanks.

We're starting to go home.

You can't get at all.

All right.

Let's get to it.

We'll talk about this Voorbell.

Here are two gadgets, and we'll be back for a moment.

There you go.

Yes, it's the new controlless, handmade from the Vresmitator.

Look at this great creda, Vresaux.

We're trying to store it, please.

And start.

Oh, now.

You see, vine.

This o Bill.

No, it's kind of a steal.

OK, bye.

OK, Labor .

Well, there's not quite a bottom hidden missing.

Uh, Mr. LaGian, we've already talked price.

I ask for him, not for me.

The thing is, I've bought it couldn't possibly,

instead of working for a new and totally untried company.

Unless I were given a full partnership in the enterprise.

Partnership?

Who wants a coat off me back?

A partnership? You in, eh?

You've been working with this comedian so long as cracking jokes now.

Oh, good.

There you go.

Go away, Nanny.

You just understand that all day?

I've made a fresh pot of tea.

How very predictable.

Drink it. It'll do you up higher or good.

I have less faith than you, Nanny,

in the magical properties of tea.

Well, I've always found it a comfort,

which is more than you can say for men.

What can you possibly know about men?

Enough not to be standing at the window waiting for one.

I'm not pining for him. I'm furious with him.

Did you think he'd come running?

It's not unreasonable to expect him to show his face today of all days.

Well, I know what you mean.

For myself, I can't wait to see what sort of a creature you've got yourself top, top with.

I know you're judging him at this stage.

You wait till I've had him a while.

Need some improving, do you see?

Good heavens, yes.

Now I'm supposed to make a stop, and he's never even here.

Well, he doesn't bore you anywhere, which is something.

He wouldn't be at that window like a knife waiting for him if you had him in contempt.

He's so infuriating.

I steal myself to the idea of opening my life to a stranger,

and the sod doesn't even turn up.

Sorry, Nanny.

Still raining?

Cold?

Yes, I'm cold.

However, please don't go to any trouble on my account.

You should rain more often.

It's a lousy picture.

Not they all.

No, they're not.

I used to make good pictures.

And I used to watch you, and that was fine by me.

But now all of a sudden you want me to be in the damn things.

That way, I know where you are.

Oh, don't start that again.

These days, I can watch you.

Gorgie, I don't know whether it's going to be possible for you to go through life without once trusting anybody.

I like you acting with me.

I like you, Will. I can see you.

Away from the carpenter.

The carpenter?

That's right. The carpenter.

Oh, for God's sake, Gorgie.

You're not going to deny it.

I'm not even going to listen to it.

You're hurting me.

What? You mean you're locked in the deadly grip of this puny comedian?

Oh, that's it. Go on.

Humiliate me. Beat me up or something.

I suppose you're about to savage me and some of those primitive methods you picked up from your giant carpenter.

He's barely taller than me.

Oh.

That impresses you, does it?

Tricky swine. Throwing his height about.

You'd like him, Caulking.

Sizzing down, I might like him.

Have a giggly tells me jokes.

That's not. She's married to the comedian, so she goes to the carpenter for jokes.

I know the ways of these sneaky tradesmen.

The next thing you know, you'll be sweeping you off your feet with all manner of gifts in hand polished mahogany.

Just let me catch you with a wardrobe you can't account for. That's all.

You tease him and a bit so as not to die at all, boys.

How are you feeling? Are you going to get up for an hour?

I don't think so, dear. Perhaps later.

No. That'll just be about time for going to bed.

It's very nifty organization, really.

You won't miss anything.

I'm not going to get up.

That'll just be about time for going to bed.

It's very nifty organization, really.

You won't miss me. The children can get your tea.

I shall stay here.

Nobody misses me.

You sleep now. You'll be awake all night.

Then I shall go down to the piano.

No, Lili.

You used to like me at the piano.

You fell in love with me at the piano?

Not at that time of the morning.

I'll be back.

I'll be back.

I'll be back.

I'll be back.

Not at that time of the morning.

Lili, you can't spend your night singing half of duet,

pretending everything is springtime.

You're going to end up weird.

Did you sweeten this, darling?

Yeah.

Yes, I sweetened it, Lili.

Lili, I'll sweeten everything for you if you give me time.

I know you hate making pictures,

but it's a second chance if we can crack it.

Corky will take us with him when he goes.

If the kids will learn how to be pleasant,

if you're not going to be some weird old party who

spends the nights in the piano.

And if this whole crazy new film business

doesn't die in its feet before we get started.

MUSIC

Do you want anything?

No, I don't want anything.

Thank you.

Quite content, then.

Yes, I'm quite content.

Thank you.

Doing your embroidery.

I'm glad to see your powers of observation

are as cute as ever.

Yes, I'm doing my embroidery.

You never do embroidery.

Well, I'm doing it now.

Very badly.

That'll be all.

Thank you, Nanny.

Well, about time two.

Let him in.

No, let him wait.

He's kept you waiting long enough.

Let him in before he goes again.

It's a telegram.

MUSIC

We're up his back in chest with this ointment.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Galloway.

Will it do the trick?

What it'll do, mostly, is give him a tendency to slip through your fingers.

However, you should endeavour to catch him three times a day and force a tablespoon full of this stuff down him.

One tablespoon three times a day. Thank you, Mr. Galloway.

It's unbelievably vile, so don't expect him to appreciate it.

Just as long as it gets better.

They'll do anything, madam, sooner than tackle the contents of that bottle.

Nothing doing, how are you, say? Settled. Sad.

Blue.

You'd better come through.

Yes.

Give it to me. It's mine. I'm going to take a break.

Where are you going, Mr. Galloway?

Go and play outside. Go on. Go on.

Wash day. Every time I'm up in the door you can bet your life it's wash day.

Can't understand it. It could never seem any cleaner.

Three you've got now and one not old enough to fight you.

Get out of here.

You remember, Mrs. Galloway?

We remember Mrs. Galloway.

Who's watching this shop then?

Look at her, the bell, won't we?

He's not going back into the picture business.

Why would he give up old ish to go back into picture business?

When you settled down, said you really settled down, wouldn't you?

Let's just drink the beer and gold.

You can't drag a man away from his family.

You could try. At least you could do his try.

No.

Snow use. Tell you what, the biggest snake is going to be Mrs. Galloway.

Yeah, but she's not going to stay in the way of your advancement in the moving picture industry.

What company?

mine.

I see you.

I made it. This time it's really happening.

Good bye, Arnie.

What are you talking about? Good bye, Arnie.

Arnie, you've conned me so many times.

Yeah, all right.

Well, I owe you one, don't I?

Mrs. E.

Mrs. E.

What are you doing here, peddling peels?

Making a living.

Yeah, I'm born out of your branch.

Yeah, and eating regularly.

I'm on.

Don't tell me you don't miss a smell of the old develop, right?

I can live without it.

The showgirls?

What showgirls?

Don't give us that.

You used to like the showgirls.

Didn't you just like the showgirls?

We gave them groceries.

That didn't say I didn't like them.

Well, then.

Well, then nothing.

What the hell would I ever see of showgirls?

Locked in a dark room all day, smelling of chemicals.

And the finger ends going funny.

Yeah, and turning out the best negatives in the business.

Oh, no, this is...

People notice what we came here, especially at the finder, didn't we?

A nature bed, sad.

What's up now?

Magneto, Nossbach.

They're not the engine, you know.

Oh, her, you mean?

Hmm.

Same thing, really, and it's a bit long spark, isn't she?

She's all right, Aunt Piano.

Really need to pee in this tiny wedding night for you?

Oh, she's part of the firm.

I can't give her the elbow.

Can't let see the elbow, didn't you?

Oh, yeah, but...

Let's take a look after herself, don't she?

I can't give Violet the push.

I mean, look at her.

She's part of family.

Not very close, but part of family.

What's you waiting at?

Does your wife know you're bringing back the horse, Rope?

Well, just do something magical with the lorry, will you?

Leave the arrangements, I'll tell you.

Just hold this by you, will you?

If you want to, just hold it if I give it a turn.

Well, I don't want to turn up in a decent residential area.

Look!

That's it, we've got a spark.

You dozy Welsh threat!

Yeah?

I'd cheer up on Gold, sir.

This is it.

Don't sit there cringing, boy.

This is your new home.

This is where you're going to leave.

Come on.

If we stay here, then we'll have one more.

We'll even give you that parrot.

Looks like a nice place, I've got you, eh?

Listen, man, this is no time to be bringing home notches.

Will you stop macking?

Look at the size of that place.

It's like a bleat no tell.

I feel better if you haven't left it's all it.

Now we've been working, haven't we?

Come on.

I'll wait with you.

What are you doing here, almost decent people with your dirty old lonny?

Take it away.

Who's this foul guy?

Listen, if we wanted an orchestra, the door we'd send for one.

Look, shaky cap.

That's close enough.

We want no one desirable, was it?

If you've a message from the broochy manage, you can deliver it from there.

What do you mean a broochy married? I am the broochy married.

You?

Oh, as if she'd wet the laks of you.

Now look here, Missy.

It's Miss.

I'm not surprised.

Stay where you are.

What do you mean stay where I am or live here?

Let him in, nanny.

This is him?

This is my husband, yes.

My goodness.

This way.

It's a matter of you. I've got two heads or so.

The one I can see is enough to be going on with.

It's all right, nanny. It goes a bit.

I'll be all right. Go on.

We need a nanny?

I do.

Well, at least she's not your mother.

One horrible moment out now, I thought my god it's her mother.

She always has been in her way.

You will treat her with every respect.

Oh, my god, you smell of drink.

Turn your nose down, girl.

That's no expression for your bride to be wearing.

It's not much of a night dress for her to be wearing, is it?

Will you keep your voice down, please?

Oh, yes.

The old party list was, does she?

Oh, be quiet.

Not only fight for a loyal, but if her two have someone to kill,

they'll shoot.

You are drunk.

Drunk?

You call this drunk?

I'm on my feet, ain't I?

We can soon after that.

Nanny, where did you get that?

I don't know where she got it from.

How was she, Vince?

It's going.

Nanny, stop waiting.

Put it down.

If he lays a finger on you, I'll...

Oh, there's a horse, I will.

Oh, that's charming coming from the start for your wedding night, am I?

You're not a good girl.

You're coming from the start for your wedding night, am I?

You think it's funny?

It's your gun lure.

They would have finger on the trigger, both triggers.

There probably isn't even cocks.

Oh, that's right.

Good, show her.

Draw a bleat and die a credit.

Nanny, go to bed, go on.

Yes, go to bed, ln.

And leave you with him.

I'll be all right.

Get her bed.

Well, you know where I am if you need me.

Has she got any other little foils at I'll turn out about?

She's not going to make the night, Sidious.

She's strangling chickens.

I don't suppose she knows one end of a gun from another.

Well, she knew that time.

She spent most of the evening preparing for us.

Something special for our first meal here.

The one you couldn't even be bothered to come home for.

There are knives and forks.

Oh, excuse fingers.

That's a nice winter I have to sound your wedding night, innit?

Have a tackling, something like that.

I really could use a knife and fork.

Have you eaten?

No.

No.

No, I'm not hungry anymore.

You're not all that entertaining, either.

My god, you stand there unshaven, drunk, late with your hat on,

criticizing me.

Sit down.

You have the old bag charging in here.

Look, the tables all set.

You're crying to waste it.

I'm not eating alone.

Very well, then.

Well, not with Llewellyn and Violet outside.

I'll go and get them, Charlotte.

You like Violet?

She plays with piano.

Well, not very well, but...

But, yeah, she's family.

I mean, mother's sorry.

But piano.

Who's there?

Oh!

Oh, it's you, Mr. Brown.

None of them, my boy.

I saw your light.

A beacon in the eternal darkness.

To fill over a coffin on me, where you?

It's just a camera case.

In the daytime, it's a camera case.

But you can always rely, Percy, on the penetrating night vision of comedians.

Especially those whose mouths are as dry and as dusty as the wardrobe's of theatrical landladies.

Have you any water, Percy?

A shot of oil or something.

There's some cold tea in that bottle.

Oh!

Cold tea.

You live high off the hog in the technical department.

You, uh, you don't sleep a lot.

I have to get this working for the morning.

I see you tinkering in the small hours.

When young men of your age should be traditionally wasting their substance in verratties of self-abuse.

I love the work, Mr. Brown.

Mr. Snipe, doesn't it?

Mr. Snipe lets me do things other camera men tend to keep to themselves.

Oh, Betty does.

Mr. Snipe being what is known in the profession as an idol bastard.

The best apprenticeship you could have, Percy, is to fall into the hands of some lubucks like Snipe.

Would wipe his snitch on nettle sooner than reach for anger, Chief?

This is my last picture with this company, Percy. I'm moving on.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, Mr. Brown.

I don't quite know what I'm moving into.

That's why I like a reliable and friendly face behind the camera.

Me?

Where else would I get cold tea at this time of night?

I don't care. Your camera man is Mr. Brown.

You'll have no cause for complaint with me as a day assistant.

Who's talking about a system boy?

I want you as camera man.

It won't be a lot of money. Not for starters.

You'll have to work cheap.

Think about it.

When you can speak, come and see me.

No!

I'll move this damned coffin.

I've thought about it.

It'll mean a lot of work, boy.

Yes, Mr. Brown.

This is your room, Arnold.

My room.

I've seen a reason why you can't be perfectly comfortable in here.

But my room, not at that room.

And I have my own room.

Oh, that's cozy.

People do have their own rooms.

Well, near where do you know it?

I didn't know what to anticipate along those lines.

You've made it abundantly clear you don't find me exactly...

Personal.

Well, in that thing, you're not even trying, are you?

I have no intention of dressing up like you're...

What my what?

Floozes.

Yeah, but I ain't she got anything in between.

If you need anything, ring the bell.

Well, put a drag and you must be joking.

Oh, uh...

Boy, go.

Um...

Okay, so I need to get in touch with you about anything.

You are going to tell me where your room is, ain't you?

Like, we are in the same house.

You're not in an x-straight or something.

Um...

Cross the landing.

Oh.

Perhaps we might, uh...

Don't mean to each other now, again.

Well, if we do, I shall have no trouble recognizing you.

No doubt you'll still be wearing that damned hat.

Hello?

What?

Yes.

Mm.

Oh, she made the other connecty up the leg of her drawers.

Hey!

Honey?

Honey?

Honey?

Honey?

You been there, honey?

I am closing the door.

I was going to drop my wand.

You've still got your hat on, man?

Don't you, starch.

They fix you up with a room, yeah?

Police, you all man.

Police, you all?

Yeah.

Me too.

It's a dainty's family, but separate rooms, I'll tell you.

Oh.

You met the dragon.

Nice old party, really.

You think so?

Mm.

What's wrong with you?

You just put that meal downstairs.

Yeah.

We're going to have it, should we?

Yeah.

Go away.

Well, just come and thank you for the dressing.

You're very welcome.

You've changed your nighting.

Don't call it a nighty.

It's a night dress.

You'll build for a long night, aren't it?

You weren't in fact to see it, were you?

Don't worry.

It's not taking me breath away.

Will you get out, please?

Well, it's still not exactly breathless, is it?

That's all I'm saying.

Will you get out?

Yeah, what? I'm going.

I'm going.

Oh, now, stop pushing a door, you silly killer.

Let me leg off!

Stop it!

No, no.

No, leave it ringing in a while, life.

You had the phones right down in the oil.

Yeah, tell.

Now, let's master Clive at Western Supermare.

And that's Miss Maud.

Mrs. Cole, the next year with the donkeys.

Now, if you come up with me, I'll get you sound in,

and I'll make a fresh pot of tea, we can have a nice chin wag,

and look at the photo albums.

Hey, you keep me, Maury.

All right.

Well, you sound...

Well, yeah, of course I know what time it is.

It's against your religion that do business after midnight.

What business? The picture business.

Yeah, I'm starting making them there.

Yeah, me.

You know your trouble, Maury.

You don't wake a friendly person.

But I'm ringing you as a favour,

and you've got this distinctly unpleasant edge to your voice.

Well, yeah.

Well, naturally, I'm sorry if I've woken up, Mrs. Maury, isn't it?

Yeah, give her Maury guards, will you?

Oh, and, uh, Maury, think on.

I could really wake her up if I told her off

or what you get up to in that little cashier LCA.

Ma... Maury?

Maury?

You... You'd have, Maury?

No.

That course is not a friend.

I'm just reminding you, your friends are.

Yeah.

It's like when they come rammin' a new corky brown picture,

you won't be giving them the old pants, will you, Maury?

Right.

Yeah.

Tell her, Maury.

Whew.

My matrimonial compliments, Mrs. Cole.

From out here on a cork landing.

Oh, please yourself.

You're cutting yourself off from an inexhaustible source

of Sherman's gossip.

All the little secrets and the musical.

Well, you've got a nerve-shattering old door against a recipient

of a signed photograph from Mary Lloyd.

In purple ink.

And a graph from Mary Lloyd.

In purple ink.

Go away, the speech of William.

And I've been missed like a pox-dog just cook.

I should leave.

Yeah!

Who's that?

Stop leaving about.

Who do you think it is?

Oh, silly, Kay.

You could have thought me to death.

It's cold, but the cup is back.

Is it any wonder?

I don't understand. You are really dumb.

My feelings exactly.

Which is why I think we ought to make a start.

Oh, that's right, mate.

Hey, can it?

Oh, my God.

You're feet are like ice.

Well, I've been talking to you and I from out there on the cold landing.

When did you last cut your turn out?

Is that what you're going to do?

I talk about my feet.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, no.

Which way are you doing with that elbow?

Sorry.

I don't have a time to get careless with an elbow, innit?

You think it's funny?

I said I'm sorry.

What you know of an addict?

Because I think it's funny.

You've changed your knife.

You know.

You know.

You like it.

Oh, match that.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.