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You know, the other one.

Cint, come and give us a hand with this thing.

Of course.

Uh...

Now the other one.

Cint, leave us it.

That's it?

No, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no.

That's it.

Where are we going to stay, Peter?

Well, I shall get us a room before seeing Mr Verity.

They, er, he may want us to live over the shop.

It's no ordinary shop. Mr Verity was in antiques.

Things worth keeping. Do you understand?

Mr Verity cares very much for such things.

For England.

Old things.

Which is how he came across me. Through the Ex officers association.

Shall I go to school at Staunter?

Of course. I expect there will be a grammar school.

Will it be a gentleman's school?

Oh, yes. We must make sure of that.

Do you mind being careful with that?

Sorry, sir. The lock must have broken.

I'll find you a bit of cord.

Call on, Pesser.

You know any lodgings? Clean, but not too dear.

The bed-sitting room for me and the boy. I'm taking up a post in the town.

I've got an aunt who takes in lodges in Fletcher's Lane.

Would she board us?

She might. Look, I'm going off duty in ten minutes. I'll show you the way.

I'm very much obliged to.

Thank you, sir. Pop this round for your Miss Shola. Thank you.

So do you show us the weeks, sir, for both of you. Full board.

30 shinnings for the one room?

Oh, I could put you separate, sir, but I have to charge more.

No, no, that's acceptable. 30 shinnings.

In advance, if you don't mind.

The rest on Friday, I promise you. I've been taking up a new post. I need a little time to get straight.

Very good, sir. Will you be one in tea?

I have to go out first. How was fire do?

Oh, nicely. Will you take an egg to it?

Yes, an egg each, please.

Look, you can see the church tower.

I'm just there. I'll see you at Mr. Verity.

You might unpack your chair.

And after tea, we'll take a store round.

This is only a temporary roost.

It's better than never to street.

Good afternoon, Mr. Verity, please. He's expecting me.

Mr. Verity died this morning.

What?

Yes, sudden. Must have been his heart. He fell down the stairs.

Don't forget.

Good afternoon, Mr. Verity, please. He's expecting me.

Mr. Verity died this morning.

What?

Yes, sudden. Must have been his heart. He fell down the stairs.

Don't forget.

I've just come down. I was to be his assistant. It's very...

I'm sorry.

It was so sad that, of course, without him, there's nothing.

I'm sorry. Have you come far?

From London.

Dear me, you've come all the way for nothing. It's awkward.

But there it is. If you'll excuse me now.

Yes, yes, yes, of course.

I've got plans.

Now it's over.

I'm here, you.

I've got plans for you, the boy.

What plans got inside?

The future.

I've got a pump that's tomorrow.

The sky's the limit.

Promise.

I promise.

I promise.

I promise.

I promise.

I promise.

I promise.

I promise.

I promise.

I promise.

I promise.

I promise.

I promise.

Where have you been?

So gracious. Where's Kit?

He's gone to bed. His head's up, huh?

It's freezing in here.

I came back at four o'clock. You weren't here. The boy was alone.

Haven't you got the stove working?

Who's that man with the motor?

You mean Jack.

Did Jack give you these?

Yes. He took pity on me.

Why? Why are you an object of pity?

Because you can't do anything.

You made all those promises and look at us in this filthy way.

Well, I'm doing my best. I'm out there every day looking for work.

You can't accuse me of not trying.

Well, if your best isn't good enough, I have to try something, don't I?

Well, my son.

Staunton's a washout.

Mr. Verity died this morning.

So?

What about tea?

Mm-hmm.

The days of being a shabby gentleman are over.

Captain Sorrel, M.C.

I don't mind if you sweep the streets.

Hm-hmm.

Honor bright.

I was so damned afraid you'd be ashamed of me.

But from now on, I'm always going to tell you things.

No more make-believe.

I'll tell you things.

Come on.

No secrets?

No secrets.

What? Where is it going?

It's on the axis, isn't it?

What are you doing?

I'm not stealing it on my...

Dora, come back!

Let me go, Steve, and I'm hanging out.

What do you mean?

Wait!

Take your hands off me!

You're not an arm. I don't understand.

I thought it was perfect, I care.

But not like this. You can't just leave.

I'm waiting for two years!

What about the boy?

I don't know what my parents are.

You're greedy!

I gave you every chance!

Goodbye, Steve.

Don't be hearing from my solicitor!

I'm not going to be here.

Yes.

There's my drum.

I'm not going to be here.

I'm not going to be here.

I believe you're running employment agency.

Miss Hargreaves?

Good morning.

You're wanting a servant, sir?

No, the fact is...

Good morning, Flodere. How are you?

Do I look ill?

It's gentleman first, I'm in there.

I'm not going to be here.

I'm not going to be here.

I'm not going to be here.

I'm not going to be here.

I'm not going to be here.

It's gentleman first, I'm in there.

You wish to engage a servant?

I want a situation.

Oh, for yourself.

I'm sorry, but only domestic service.

Of course that's what I mean.

A position as valet or footman or something of that sort.

I'm afraid I have nothing of that sort.

Nothing at all.

Why not try the labor exchange?

I might.

Thank you.

Sorry to have troubled you.

Good morning.

What moment?

Serious?

I beg your pardon.

Well, if you are, come across the angel.

I'll call for now.

There's a job statement.

Excuse me.

That's Mrs. Paulphy.

She runs the angel hotel.

Have you any idea?

Oh, I know they want an odd man for the luggage and boots and things.

If it's any use to you, there it is.

What can I do for you, sir?

Mrs. Paulphy told me to call.

It's about, um...

About what?

What?

What?

What?

What?

What?

What?

What?

What?

What?

What?

What?

What?

What?

What?

What?

What?

What?

What?

What?

What?

Your work.

You have a job vacant?

Oh, that's it.

Flow?

Hello?

Fellow after Trump's place.

Show him in.

Well...

And what's your trouble then?

Is that any business of yours?

Do you want this job?

That depends.

On your pride, my lad.

Gentlemen, I next officer and all that.

I want work.

Float?

No.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

Float?

No.

But I've got a boy.

What made you come to this town?

I had a position off of me.

I had Mr. Veritas, the antique shop.

And Veritas dead.

Well, that I come down for you.

That's my affair.

What about references?

The character.

I could get you references from the Ex officers association.

My name is Sorrow.

Captain Sorrow.

You have to drop the captive Sorrow.

The man who cleans boots in my house doesn't put on side.

I clean the boots.

And carry up the luggage and keep an eye on the yard and the garage.

Yes.

No, anything has been lit.

I play.

Then you'll hear how to mark.

Then there's the bar.

We'll scrub that out every morning.

We'll give a hand sometimes with the drinks.

Anything else?

Any odd job I may want to have.

Yes.

And you will call me Madame.

Very well, Madame.

May I ask what I get out of the job?

Thirty-bubble week, and you're kidding.

Is that all?

Tips, don't forget the tips.

The man's a blighting.

It's a posh job in the right place.

You'll live in, of course.

And what about my boy?

I'm not engaging a boy.

We don't have children here.

You can board him out somewhere and he can go to school.

How old is he?

Thirteen.

Very well.

It's up to you, Sorrow.

I can fill this place ten times over, in half an hour.

I'll take it.

I've got a job, kid.

What's he saying?

I'm Porter at the Angel Hotel.

Except the top of them stairs.

Not the first door.

No, that's ours.

The one facing you.

And I'm out here and she's Millie.

Thank you, madam.

Thank you, Millie.

Who's the man I saw yesterday?

What does he do?

There's no other man.

Unless he means Mr. Paul Free.

He didn't seem very well.

Mr. Paul Free.

Our husband, poor bloke.

Sheer.

Thank you, Millie.

I'm going to leave you here.

I'm going to leave you here.

I'm going to leave you here.

Thank you.

Thank you.

There's no way nobody would be poor.

Hello to you.

Oh, my gosh.

Oh, my gosh.

Thank you, everybody.

Oh, my gosh.

I'm sorry.

There we go.

Free bites, please.

Oh.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Two, two, three, two.

Oh, my gosh.

Speak about it.

Speak about it.

Speak.

Oh, my gosh.

Oh, my gosh.

Give me a minute.

Give me a minute.

Never give me a minute.

We're all asleep, love.

Oh, what's your name?

Son.

Oh, sorrowful solo.

I think you're bigger, but...

Your face, old chap.

Long as I went Sunday,

only smile is allowed in here, you know.

I don't know.

Mind your back, Jim.

Mind your back's dense, Mennlem's coming.

Oh, milly mister.

Oh, I say cheeky, cheeky.

Don't get away with that.

You are the delectable flow.

Get a crush here tonight, eh?

Oh.

The company of a lovely lady.

That's where I crave.

Oh, no, no, no.

I'm all over the world.

No, no, no.

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey.

Four pints.

Come and mark our game up.

And there's a sport.

Mr. Palfrey?

She don't care.

Not her down.

I've got water in me.

I'm like a grape.

What does the doctor call it?

I said it is.

Come on, watch out.

Coughing in six months.

Who cares?

Put that on there.

Take it easy.

Get just one more.

Who is the smallest man in the Bible?

No, he's in Jordan.

He's left in the water.

In the second short.

I'll tell you.

I'll build up this shoe.

Oh, can I pour suffering in my head?

Good night.

Stay in.

Leave that.

Come and clear up in here.

Oh, damn fools.

They all are.

I need a light.

He looked fagged.

It was the end of the day.

You should get off, more.

You worked too hard.

You fussed around too much.

Well, if I could get off for an hour after tea,

as my boy, I don't see much of him.

Oh, and your boy.

What's he doing?

He's witness's barter in Fletcher's Lane.

Going to school?

Not yet.

Cancel school, I suppose.

I'd either that.

Nor is Southerns.

All right.

Clear out for an hour each day.

Have you locked up?

I don't know, man.

At the grammar school, you'd find yourself

with the sons of local tradesmen, clerks.

You'd earn a little hat in.

Some mathematics.

But the town schools are not a cheap rubbish.

It's a bit of a problem.

Would I get cricket?

In front of at the grammar school?

You would.

But there's one thing we must face.

You'd be the son of a porter at the Angel Hotel.

They might refuse to take you.

That's my fault, not yours.

Seems silly.

A chap has to go to school at all.

Compulsory stuffing.

I was six years at the public school,

and I don't think I learned anything

that was much used to me afterwards.

But they call it forming your mind.

Can't your mind form by itself?

Just being interested in?

Things.

What really interest you?

Oh, trees.

The country.

Cricket.

Not books.

Be honest.

Not school books.

Well, if you're not keen,

but someday you'll have to make up your mind

what you want to be.

The most things that are worth doing

mean education of some kind.

I'll go to the town school.

Why?

Must I tell you?

I don't really want to.

Kid?

Look, I'm not going to a place

where I have to apologise for you

or hide the truth about what you do.

That would be humbug.

It won't be for long, and after that,

I'd be free to learn what I want to learn.

I'm not sure that you haven't got it.

Let's see what's going on.

I bet your kids do.

Guess what?

Yes, ma'am.

Doesn't look a bit like you.

The mother, she's dead, I suppose.

I divorced her.

Five and six months.

Tobacco two shillings.

And it's either week.

Tips so far, average.

Boots, a pound.

Who is it?

Sorry to trouble you, Mr. Sorrow.

We ain't got no soap.

Soap?

Couldn't spare us a bit, could you?

Pay you back.

No, yes.

Oh, thanks.

We get so dirty doing our job.

Write in the story.

Just accounts.

It's an I7U here, Mr. Sorrow.

We feel protected, don't we, Ed?

Yeah, safe.

And you don't snore.

Old Tom snored like a pig all night long.

You could hear him through the wall.

We sleep much better now, your ear.

Oh, that's good.

Well, good night, girls.

Night, sir.

I mean, Mr. Sorrow.

Good night, Mr. Sorrow.

Oh, yes.

Great improvement.

Very nice.

Hello, school.

Making friends now, are we?

A few.

Not so lonely for you now.

I wasn't lonely, actually.

Tell your father if he wants any mending done.

Thank you.

Yes, I will.

How's he managing now, Dad, at the angel?

All right.

I think he has to work quite hard.

No, he's a good brave man, you're a father.

Yes, he won the MC.

Such a race.

Guess who?

Milly.

Busy today, Stephen.

Yes, ma'am.

Don't work too hard.

MUSIC PLAYING

What's become of Milly?

You should know.

I don't know.

She's sacked her.

What for?

Romping.

She's sacked her.

What for?

Romping.

I want my breakfast.

Steve, there's a glass in there that hasn't been cleaned since.

I don't believe.

Milly.

Warm today, isn't it?

Very.

Madam, about Milly.

What about Milly?

About your dismissing her.

I think it was harsh.

Hot.

Well, what you saw was nothing.

It may have been my fault.

Without realizing it, I may have...

Right, ma'am.

Later on.

You flatter yourself, don't you?

You're not in Captain's uniform now,

and what I decide about my staff

is hardly the concern of my handyman.

Is it?

No.

So, let's have no more talk about Milly.

By the way, how did you get your MC?

Who told you?

I know most things.

Well...

Well...

It was in a trench raid.

You were raiding them?

What were they raiding us?

The Germans were raiding us.

Well, what happened?

Come on.

There was a dash, Mottis.

They came into our trench

and they stuck some of our chaps with bernets.

It was panic.

I was in a funk.

It was not at all funny, madam.

Something's going to go inside me.

I saw red.

So you can't see red?

I wouldn't have thought it.

Very interesting.

You must have thought it.

Very interesting.

You must have been stronger then.

I was.

But it's not me a beef.

Nah.

Nah, not bullock strength.

Wounded, I suppose.

Twice?

Badly.

I'll strike them in the chest the second time.

I had to come home after that.

Anything else, madam?

No.

You're a not fish, Steven.

Otter's on.

Go and see if you can find anything else to polish.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

What's happening?

Oh.

Some young brood got old of a cat.

Kid tried to rescue him.

Oh, I've got one.

All right.

Oh.

Of course you did.

Come on, sir.

Shut up.

Shut up.

The pie was years old, a twicey size.

No.

No.

You don't have it well, Steven.

It's a touch of indigestion.

It took past, madam.

You run down.

You need a tonic.

I'll get you some.

I got some tablets from the chemist.

Back here.

You might do much less if you cared.

You won't fish.

It's my job.

As you please.

Any rumors here?

Yes, sir.

Right.

Car went being the way here.

No, sir.

Would you care to go straight into the garage?

Presently.

Well, I've taken a room.

No lockups?

No, sir.

I want an inner tube, mending.

I'll take it round to a garage, for you, sir.

Luggage in the dickey?

Yes.

Thank you.

From land touring, are you?

Yes, which way?

Steven, show Mr. Rowland up to number seven, are you?

Yes, madam.

This way, sir.

I've only done that.

Run land to pub it.

The fort I've forgotten the fish.

And Steven, ashtrays.

Sir?

Sir?

Thank you, sir.

Is there a maid on duty?

There's a show, sir.

Sir?

Towels?

I'm sorry.

I was secretly once.

It's not strictly your job, is it?

I'll find the maid.

Thanks.

Tiram root.

I immediately told you I can make.

The croees, who've had children's dinner turning,

Faded roses.

Hook off door.

Mm-hmm.

Tenors' leg.

Well, I shouldn't think it'll be anything worth eating when it does come.

Tomato's soup.

Tough chops, boiled potatoes and cabbage.

Fruit salad, timme leprechauns and stewed prunes.

We shall finish with a rather bad cheese.

You're getting?

Lord, average is.

The charge top prices.

Well, a lot of soaking fools.

And yellow-headed women.

Ah, you haven't forgotten that cube.

Well, no, sir. It's been done. I have put it back in the car.

You bet?

Yes, sir. Two shillings.

Thanks.

Thank you, sir.

I'll keep you.

One, sir.

Please.

I'd prefer a table to myself.

We only have tables for two or four, sir.

These tables reserved?

No.

If I can have a room for one, I suppose I can have a table.

It didn't put me in a dormitory.

Thank you.

What are we going to eat?

Tomato soup, roast beef and veg, and fruit salad.

Well, I gave you the menu.

It's any one alteration.

What's that?

Roast beef instead of chops.

Oh, and a veg.

A vague and comprehensive word.

Veg.

You're being?

You're being, sir.

Your boy?

Yes, sir. This is Mr. Ronan, Mr. Ver.

You, the angel, too?

I have been brought it out.

We have an hour together when I'm off duty.

What did you get, the shine?

The score, sir.

Bit of a scrapper, are you?

What school are you at?

Town score, sir.

Well, it's peaceful enough out here.

Do you ever go to any of the services?

Not often.

I've been here sometimes, when it's empty.

Listen to the organ plane.

Services.

Full choir, half a dozen priests, three lonely women in a verger.

A forest of empty chairs.

Organ notes quaking and a boy's voice

soaring up to the gray roof like a bird.

What makes me feel is that I'd fallen through a trap door

into another world.

Men saw the sunset through the trees once.

Looked at the stars.

Do you ever look at the stars?

Part here.

Too busy or too tired and...

under a roof.

I used to look at them a lot in the trenches.

Uh-huh.

You were there, too.

I think I'll take a walk.

They still keep the swans, do they?

Yes, empty peacocks, sir.

I remember.

So...

like us,

they survived the war.

Good night, young man.

Good night, sir.

Good night, sir.

Good night, sir.

You're...

You're...

You're a good chap, Steve.

Who's gonna come?

Please, sir.

I...

I...

I've never known a cop.

I'm sick.

Who cares?

Who cares?

I do.

You seen them lionesses at the zoo?

Those big paws play with meat.

That's her.

Devoured meat.

Us, us, cover man.

Don't you ever marry Steve?

Don't you ever let a woman...

eat you alive?

No!

What in to bed, have you?

You ain't last long now.

No.

Not me, madam.

Not Captain Sorrel MC.

Like a piece of rotting meat.

Not me.

Oh, Roy.

Where.

Into a large pot ofelson.

I didn't mean that.

I mean, what are you doing here in this slum hole?

I've got a boy.

You talk to him.

The father for the son, instead of the son for the father.

Well, I needn't ask you if you load this job.

It isn't the job, sir.

The job's necessary.

Look here, Stephen.

What is your other name?

Sorrow, sir.

Rank?

Does that matter?

Well, I'm a deliberate person.

Captain.

More service than me?

Decorations?

MC.

Heh.

Heh.

Heh.

Heh.

And I got nothing but mention in dispatches.

Let's have a talk.

Hmm?

Tomorrow night?

Leave your boy behind for once.

This talk says it's personal.

You know, what I mean is anything you're so infernively serious to me when one is just

hanging on and out of breath.

Like bad weather, you're afraid to expect any sunlight.

I suppose you were to do the same job but in different surroundings.

Would that seem to be sunlight?

Well, you were in a hotel.

What did you think I did, man?

I'm afraid to start doing it.

Nothing, perhaps.

Dilly-tanty?

Tomorrow night then.

Half past six.

Stephen, number three is completely one of the mudguards of his car.

They've been buckled.

What do you know about it?

Nothing, madam.

Nothing.

What do you think you're here for?

It's my time off, madam.

Ty, was that you?

I don't know.

I have a cheap way to sleep.

See you two, when you get back.

I'll say that, uh, chaffy, all seems full of juice.

Queer salt, Rebecca.

I couldn't settle after the war.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I couldn't settle after the war.

Drifted about.

Writing songs.

I've been getting a little...

London-ish?

So I took the car out and I went touring.

And then the idea was thrown at me.

Had it in my soup.

Founded in my bedroom.

These hotel places.

It's not half a dozen in England being runners they could be run.

Am I boring you?

You should likely.

I studied maps, distances.

And by good luck I found the ideal place.

On the main road out of Winstonbury, Sol'sbury Bath, Stonehenge, is not far away.

Excellent.

Exeter just down the road.

The name has struck me.

The Pelican.

Well, it's unusual.

So I offered to buy all my capital, Cincole Swim.

Had to be ready to back my theories.

I start next month.

And I'm being extraordinarily careful in choosing my staff.

I want people who take a pride in their work and stay.

I'll pay good wages.

I've got a housekeeper and a cook.

Head waitress, rattling fine woman.

I want two porters.

I've got one head porter, Exeter's a major buck.

He can't be with me till December.

My one piece of sentiment.

Buck saved my life out there.

Not sure about him, but he will have his chance.

So Captain Sorrow, what do you say?

Second porter.

You've got the boy to think of, I know.

But it's all for the boy.

He's my sheet anchor.

If you offer me this job, I'll do my best

to see you don't regret it.

I've got to remember it's an adventure.

It's a risk.

I may go under.

I want people who don't mind working hard.

They don't mind.

Because I understand.

Give me a chance to get out of hell.

I'm grateful.

They say that gratitude is a slave, aren't you?

Call it.

Call it Goodwill, Mr. Rone.

Now that's it.

Every time.

I have obtained another situation, madam.

Have you?

There you are.

I shall be able to carry on for a while.

Oh, is it there?

No, I don't do things that way.

Out you go today.

Stephen, you're a blind fool.

Yes, madam.

What did you get this?

I asked Mrs. Bartos nephew.

The porter.

He said we could use it to leave it at the station.

Good chat.

You're leaving me rather suddenly?

I thought you'd only have to tell Mrs. Portfaire I was leaving, sir.

And she turned me out.

What are you going to do?

I thought we're going to Winston-Barry and putting up

literally where I am.

But, erm, can you manage?

Yes.

You've got me to room.

Garland's the name.

Mother of Fanny, my head waitress.

She's a decent old soul.

Oh, and while you're about it, go to Bloxham's, the tailors on Lombard Street.

Tell him to fit you up with the Pelican uniform.

There.

Now are you sure you can manage?

Quite short.

Good.

Goodbye, young Christopher.

Goodbye, sir.

Well, I'll see you in a couple of weeks.

Thank you.

He knows.

Another step.

Here are the plan.

The plan is to go to the

building.

The plan is to go to the

building.

The plan is to go to the

building.

The plan is to go to the

building.

The plan is to go to the

building.

The plan is to go to the

building.

The plan is to go to the

building.

The plan is to go to the

building.

The plan is to go to the

building.

The plan is to go to the

building.

The plan is to go to the

building.

The plan is to go to the

building.

The plan is to go to the

building.

The plan is to go to the

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