Original subtitles

[Whistling]

♪

Man: ♪ Day by day ♪

♪ You're learning about who cares ♪

♪ Day by day, a sweet love affair ♪

♪ Slow but sure, you're answering my pride ♪

♪ Day by day ♪

♪

Governor: My dear.

♪

Man: ♪ Love, you funny thing... ♪

[Liquid pouring, cash register dings]

♪ Love, you funny thing ♪

♪ You haven't any sympathy ♪

♪ First you come and bring happiness into my heart ♪

♪ Then, you funny thing ♪

♪ You go and tear it right apart ♪

♪

Ella: Was that one or two pints of Burton?

Bob: One. Ta.

Governor: Good evening, Mr. Eccles.

Eccles: Good evening.

Good evening, Ella.

Ella: Evening, Mr. Eccles.

You're looking very smart tonight.

Eccles: It's funny you should say that,

because it crossed my mind only this morning

that this hat of mine has seen better days.

Governor: Old favorite, eh, Mr. Eccles?

Eccles: But in the first stages of dilapidation.

Bob: Good evening, ladies. Welcome. What can I get you?

Eccles: What do you think, Ella?

Ella: I'm sorry, Mr. Eccles? Eccles: My hat.

Past its prime, do you think?

Ella: Well, I suppose a new one won't do any harm.

Violet: I'll have a Bass. What're you 'avin', Jenny?

Jenny: Um...

Violet: Come on, dear, 'ave something.

My friend's not very well.

Bob: Indigestion, is it? Jenny: That's right.

Bob: What you want's a gin and peppermint.

- Would that help? - Nothing like it.

Ella: Taken a shine to your new customers, have you?

Bob: I haven't taken a shine to no one.

Ella: Don't look like that to me.

Bob: There you are.

That'll see you all right.

Jenny: I hope so.

Don't suppose you're ever ill.

- I keep fit enough. - You look well, anyhow.

Violet: Tell you who 'e looks like.

That man we saw on the pictures the other night.

Jenny: Antonio Moreno. Violet: Yes. That's right.

Ain't 'alf like 'im, ain't he?

Man: Waiter. Jenny: Only not so soppy.

Bob: Antonio Moreno? Jenny: You are, though.

Violet: 'E is, ain't 'e?

Bob: Wish I had some of his money anyhow.

Jenny: He's a Spaniard, ain't he?

Violet: No, Italian.

Jenny: You're not Italian, are you?

Bob: Me? No. Man: Waiter.

Jenny: I wonder you don't go in the films, waiter.

[Cash register dings]

Ella: I'm surprised at you, Bob, talking to those prostitutes.

- What's wrong with them? - What's wrong with them?

- A lady's got to live. - Don't you tell me.

Bob: How's the drink?

Jenny: Very nice, thanks. I'm feeling much better.

- That's the ticket. - Don't know what's

the matter with me. I'm always getting

these funny attacks.

Bob: Well, you probably don't get enough exercise.

Jenny: You mean like physical jerks?

Bob: I don't know about that, but you could

do a bit of walking or something.

Jenny: I do plenty of walking, thank you very much.

- I suppose so. - An' I guess I got to

do some more tonight.

- Have you? - Yeah, I have.

You ask my landlady.

Bob: Short with the rent, are you?

Jenny: You bet.

Still, sittin' here won't get it paid.

Ooh, I don't feel right.

- You ought to be in bed. - You're right there.

Bob: I wish there was something I could do to help.

Jenny: All it is, is 8 and sixpence.

Bob: Well, that's not much.

Jenny: Too much for me.

Bob: I'll give it ya.

Jenny: What? Got money to throw away, have you?

- I'd like to. - I wouldn't think of it.

Bob: Well, you can pay me back if you like.

Go on, let me. Then you can

go to bed and get better. Please?

Jenny: Well, if I pay it back tomorrow--

Bob: Whenever you like.

Jenny: All right then.

An' you do know how grateful I am, don't you?

- No need to be. - Well, I am,

and that's a fact.

Bob: I'll see you outside.

Man: Waiter!

♪

Jenny: I don't want all that. Bob: It's yours.

Jenny: I'll pay you back tomorrow. Honest.

And if you ever need any help--

Bob: Let's hope I won't, eh?

Jenny: Well, good night then.

Bob: Good night.

Sleep well.

♪

[Alarm clock ringing]

[Ringing stops]

♪

Ella: Bob! Bob: Hello.

Ella: What's the time, Bob?

Bob: About half past.

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

Ella: Well, Bob.

Bob: Well, Ella.

Ella: Brushing his precious hair.

Bob: That's right.

Ella: I'm surprised at you, Bob, talking to those creatures.

You and your John O'London's Weekly!

Bob: What's wrong with my John O'London's Weekly?

Ella: Nothing, Bob. Glad to know

you got such literary tastes.

Any plans this afternoon?

Bob: Dunno. A little stroll if the weather holds.

Ella: "Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire."

You read this? Bob: Almost.

- I say! - That's only the first volume.

There's another 6 to go.

Ella: What did he want to write all that for?

Bob: I couldn't tell you.

Ella: Oh. I suppose I'd better decline and fall downstairs.

See you.

Sounder: A woman's hair is her crowning glory, Ella.

why don't you grow it like a sensible girl?

It would increase your charms a thousandfold.

- Thank you, Mr. Sounder. - Not that any

increase is required.

Ella: We all have to keep up with the fashion, don't we?

[Sounder chuckles]

Governor: That there Prince of Wales--

fallen off his horse again.

Ella: Break his neck one of these days.

Governor: He will. Ella: That boy.

Governor's wife: Oh. Quiet this morning.

Sounder: As a matter of fact, I've submitted a letter

to the "Evening News" on the topic of women's hair,

which I'm pleased to say they've had

the courtesy to print in today's edition.

Page 5. If you get a moment.

Ella: Oh. I look forward to that, Mr. Sounder.

Teller: And that deposit gives a balance of 80 pounds precisely.

Thank you, sir. Bob: Thank you.

♪

Governor's wife: You make a lovely fire.

Do you know that?

Bob: Thank you.

Eccles: Good evening. Ella: Evening, Mr. Eccles.

Usual, is it? Eccles: Yes. I'll have my usual.

Ella: Oh, well. Eccles: Oh, well what?

- What? - Just "Oh, well what."

- Oh. - You said, "Oh, well,"

so, I said, "Oh, well what?"

Ella: Well, one often says, "Oh, well," doesn't one?

Eccles: Does one?

Ella: What are you doing in there, Bob?

Bob: What's up?

Ella: Nothing.

♪

Man: ♪ My romance, it started on the farm ♪

♪ Without the aid of stars or moon ♪

♪ A look, a smile, a sigh ♪

♪ I still can't figure why ♪

♪ But that's how my romance began ♪

♪

Jenny: Well, I never.

Bob: Hello.

Jenny: What are you doing around here?

Bob: Oh, just...

Jenny: Well...

Girl: Cheerio.

Jenny: Fancy a drink?

♪

Here we are.

Bob: After you.

Eccles: Careful, Ella.

[Piano music playing]

Bob: There you are.

[Music continues]

Jenny: I'm glad we bumped into each other.

Bob: Why is that, then? Jenny: So's I can give you back

that money you gave me.

Bob: Forget it.

[Music continues]

Were you gonna come back, then?

To the pub, like?

Jenny: Sure.

Bob: I bet you weren't.

Jenny: I was.

[Music continues]

I like music, don't you?

Bob: Yes.

Jenny: Specially them waltzes,

an' all those sad ones.

Don't you? Bob: Yeah.

Gets you thinking of the past.

Jenny: Ooh. Don't want to get thinking of that.

Bob: Why not?

Jenny: Well, you know.

Bob: I suppose the future's what's important.

[Music continues]

Jenny: I must give you that 10 shillings.

Bob: No, no. Jenny: Go on.

- Put it away. - Go on.

Bob: No.

Jenny: Well, if that's what you want.

Why are you so good to me?

[Music continues]

[Music continues]

Jenny: What'd your girl think if she saw you with me?

Bob: I haven't got a girl.

- I bet. - I haven't, really.

Jenny: Bet she's lovely.

Bob: I tell you, I haven't got one.

Jenny: Lovelier than me, eh?

I bet she's a good girl, too.

Bob: Aren't you a good girl?

Jenny: Hardly, dear.

I bet you'll marry her.

Settle down. She'll look after you.

- Darn my socks. - That's right.

A sweet li'l wife.

[Music continues]

Won't be able to see me anymore.

Bob: So, you're only my temporary girl?

Jenny: That's right. I ain't never no much more

than temporary, I guess.

[Music continues]

Bob: And who are you going to marry?

Jenny: The Prince of Wales. Ain't you heard?

♪

Bob: So, where are you going? Jenny: Me?

S'pose I got to hang about.

Bob: Oh. When shall I see you?

Jenny: I'll pop in one evening. Tomorrow.

- Will you? - About 7. All right?

Bob: Right. About 7, then.

Jenny: Yeah. Good night, dear.

Bob: Good night.

Jenny: Ain't you really got a girl?

Bob: I said, didn't I?

♪

[Alarm clock ringing]

[Ringing stops]

Ella: And what was you getting up to last night?

Bob: Knocked around the West End a bit.

Ella: Meet your lady friends, did you?

Bob: I don't know what you mean.

Ella: You'll be getting entangled with one of

them creatures if you're not careful.

♪

[Ding] Man: Waiter!

♪

Bob: Thank you very much, sir.

♪

Ella: None of your friends in tonight, Bob?

Bob: And what friends would they be?

♪

Jenny: Two quid. Man: I haven't got that much.

- Forget it. - Come on

♪

Jenny: Fancy meeting you here.

Bob: Fancy.

Jenny: All right, are you?

Bob: So-so.

Jenny: 'Spect you're wonderin' why I ain't been in.

Bob: Never noticed, as a matter of fact.

I've been too busy.

The week's gone just like that.

Jenny: Ain't it just?

Bob: So, why haven't you been in?

Jenny: I've been busy, too, dear.

Anyway, must be off. Bob: Must you?

Jenny: 'Fraid I must.

Bob: Can't we just have a quick drink?

Jenny: Well... maybe just the one.

Jenny: Fancy you meetin' me like that!

Bob: Yes.

That's ever such a nice dress you got on.

Jenny: It ain't half bad, is it?

Bob: Suits you like anything.

Jenny: Got it in Paris.

- You've been to Paris? - Yeah. Spent two weeks there.

- How'd you manage that? - Oh. Chap took me.

They don't half jabber over there.

Bob: Do they?

Jenny: Jabber, jabber, jabber all the time.

I just don't like foreigners.

Bob: You can't call them foreigners

when they're in their own country.

Jenny: But they are, though, ain't they?

Can you speak French?

- A bit. - I picked up a bit

when I was there.

Coucher avec moi ce soir?

That's French. It means,

"Where are you going, dearie?" Or something like that.

Bob: No, it doesn't.

Jenny: So, what does it mean, then?

Bob: It means... "Sleep with me tonight."

Jenny: Same thing, ain't it?

[Both chuckle]

Jenny: I've been having a rotten time of it, I tell you.

Bob: It's a funny, old life.

Jenny: It is.

My landlady's a funny, old landlady an' all.

Bob: Trouble with the rent again?

Jenny: I've got to get two pounds

before tomorrow night.

Bob: That's not too good.

Jenny: No, it ain't.

Better say good night, dear.

I'm gonna hang around 'ere for a bit.

Bob: So, when will I see you again?

Jenny: There's a phone where I'm staying.

Why don't you ring me?

Bob: Who do I ask for?

Jenny: Miss Jenny Maple.

'Ere. My address and number.

Bob: Thank you.

Jenny: Good night, dear.

Bob: What about this rent of yours?

I could help you out.

Jenny: Ah, I'll get the money somehow.

Bob: Yeah, but why not let me give it you?

Just this time.

Jenny: Well...

Have you got one-an'-threepence?

Bob: Yeah. Jenny: Why don't you give me

that for my lunch tomorrow?

I can get some fish and chips.

Just one-an'-threepence.

Bob: All right. Here you are.

And here's something to wrap them in.

Jenny: Oh, you mustn't.

Bob: Go on.

An' I'll phone on Monday.

About 11. All right?

Jenny: Don't know why you're so good to me.

Bob: I'm not good.

11:00, then. Monday.

♪

Governor: Written any more letters to the newspaper,

then, Mr. Sounder?

Sounder: As a matter of fact, I'm thinking of

submitting a sonnet.

Governor's wife: Oh, a sonnet? Just fancy.

What's it about, then?

Sounder: Evensong in Westminster Abbey, actually.

Governor's wife: Oh. Sounds nice.

Sounder: Written on the Petrarchan model.

Governor's wife: Well, I never.

You hear that, Ella? Ella: Sorry?

Governor's wife: Mr. Sounder's writing a sonnet on

some model or other.

Ella: Oh.

Bob: The Petrarchan-- that's different

to the Shakespearean,

isn't it, Mr. Sounder?

Sounder: Yes, it is.

Governor's wife: How do you mean, Bob?

Bob: Well, in the Petrarchan,

you get 8 lines to begin with

and then 6 to follow,

and in the Shakespearean, you get

3 quatrains and then a couplet.

That's right, isn't it, Mr. Sounder?

Sounder: It certainly is.

Governor's wife: You've been hiding your light,

haven't you?

Ella: He's like that.

Ain't you, Bob?

Reads "The Decline and Fall

of the Roman Empire."

[Alarm clock ringing]

♪

Teller: Your 5 pounds, sir. Thank you.

♪

Bob: Hello? Landlady: Hello?

Bob: Can I speak to Miss Jenny Maple, please?

Landlady: Dunno if she's in. Jenny? You in?

Bob: Hello? Landlady: Jenny!

- Hello? - Hello?

- Yes. - No, she ain't.

[Hangs up phone]

♪

Governor: Letter for you, Ella.

Nice sort of day, this ain't it.

Landlady: Hello? Bob: Could you tell me

if Miss Jenny Maple's back yet?

Landlady: No, she ain't here.

Bob: She is staying there, isn't she?

Landlady: Oh, yes, she's staying here.

Oi. [Indistinct]

Bob: Well, could you give me some idea

when she might be--back?

[Landlady hangs up phone]

♪

[Alarm clock ringing]

♪

Bob: Is Miss Jenny Maple there, please?

Landlady: Yes. Hang on.

Jenny, it's him again.

Jenny: Hello? Bob: Jenny?

Jenny: Yes.

Bob: It's Bob.

Jenny: Oh, hello, Bob.

How are you?

- I'm-- - I've been out of town.

I'll tell you about it when I see you.

'Ope you ain't been put out.

Bob: No, no. I've phoned once or twice,

but I thought something must've--

Jenny: Yeah.

Bob: So, when am I going to see you?

Jenny: Whenever you like, dear. What about tomorrow?

Bob: Yes. That's fine.

Shall we say quarter past 3?

Jenny: Yes, let's.

Bob: Outside The Green Man.

Y'know, by Great Portland Street Station?

Jenny: Yes, I know, dear.

I'll see you there, then. Good-bye.

Bob: Good-bye.

♪

Man: ♪ Alone ♪

♪ Alone with a sky of romance above ♪

♪ Alone ♪

♪ Alone on a night ♪

♪ That was meant for love ♪

♪ There must be someone waiting ♪

♪ Who feels the way I do ♪

♪ Whoever you are ♪

♪ Are you, are you ♪

♪ And when you come, I'll promise ♪

♪ To be your very own ♪

Governor: Something for you here, Bob.

Man: ♪ Alone ♪ Bob: Thank you.

Man: ♪ Alone with a heart meant for you alone ♪

Jenny, voice-over: Dear Bob,

you must excuse pencil

as I have no pen.

No doubt by now you're through with me,

as I did not turn up today.

But, Bob, it was not my fault, dear.

I was out all the night before,

and did not get in till half past 4

in the morning, and overslept

until it was too late to meet you.

And I haven't had anything to eat all day, dear,

as I have no money.

It was not my fault, Bob.

And if you're not through with me,

perhaps you'll meet me on Friday.

Will you, Bob?

I'll be at The Green Man at 3.

Please excuse pencil and not turning up.

Yours truly, Jenny Maple.

Bob: I thought we might go up to Hampstead.

Have a walk on the Heath.

Jenny: I'd love to.

Bob: What you been doing with yourself?

Jenny: Oh, it's been het... hetkic.

- Hectic? - Yeah. That's right.

- I've been hectic, too. - Have you?

Bob: Mostly about you.

Jenny: That's not much to get excited about.

Oh, look.

I wish I had a boat, I'd sail right away.

Bob: Where to?

Jenny: Oh. Anywhere.

Bob: I went to sea.

- Did ya? - Yeah. As a kid.

Went all over.

- You was a sailor? - Yeah.

Jenny: Oh! What all the nice girls love, eh?

[Chuckles]

Bob: You been up here before?

Jenny: Yeah! 'Ad dinner at The Old Bull and Bush.

Been to the Spaniards, too.

They got all them pistols 'angin' up

what the highwaymen used to use.

And you know what they used to do?

Bob: What? Jenny: They'd 'old up

a carriage, like, an' take all the money

an' be ever so polite,

an' then have a dance with the lady

before moving off.

That's what they used to do:

dance in the middle of the road, they did.

Bob: Really?

Jenny: There's lots of romance in 'istory.

Know what I mean?

♪

Jenny: Pretty, little buttercup for you.

- That's not a buttercup. - It is.

Let's see if you like butter.

Yes, you do. Bob: How d'you know?

Jenny: Cos there's a reflection.

That means you like it.

Bob: Does it?

Jenny: Means you like it a lot.

♪

Bob: I love you, Jenny.

Jenny: You couldn't love me.

Bob: Why not?

- Cos of what I am. - It doesn't matter what you are.

Jenny: Yes, it does. You couldn't love a prostitute.

Bob: You're not, though. Not really.

Jenny: But I am, Bob. That's exactly what I am.

Bob: Do you love me?

Jenny: Yes. I love you all right.

♪

I guess you got a girl now, ain't you, Bob?

Bob: Yeah. I got a girl,

but she doesn't love me as much as I love her.

Jenny: Yes, she does, and she won't let you go.

You're my Bob now, ain't you?

Bob: Yes. Yes, I am.

[Jenny shivers] Ooh, ain't it gettin' cold?

♪

Bob: How much you got?

Jenny: 3 shillings.

No, I couldn't.

Bob: You're not to worry anymore.

I'm going to do a lot of thinking

and get everything straight.

Jenny: You're too good to me.

Bob: When am I going to see you again?

Jenny: Whenever you like, dear.

Bob: Then come round the pub tonight.

About 9.

Jenny: All right, dear.

Bob: You will be there, won't you?

Because something always seems to go wrong.

Jenny: I swear I will.

Good-bye, dear. Bob: Good-bye.

♪

Bob: Can I get you another drink, sir?

Sounder: What I want to know is.

is Woman Woman, or ain't she?

Governor's wife: Now, there's a thought.

Bob: Two Black and White, Ella.

Sounder: Now, Bob, here's what I'm asking:

Is Woman Woman, or ain't she?

Bob: As far as I know, she is, Mr. Sounder.

Sounder: But it's more than that, Bob, much more.

Is Love Love, or ain't it?

♪

Bob: Is Miss Jenny Maple there, please?

Landlady: Hold on. She wants to know

if that's Mr. Bob speaking.

Bob: Yes, it is.

Landlady: She says, will you meet her at the

Mandolin Club at 'alf past 5?

She's in bed and don't want to come up.

Bob: Yes, yes, I will.

♪

Why didn't you turn up?

Jenny: S'pose I couldn't get away, dear.

Bob: Why couldn't you get away?

Jenny: S'pose I 'ad a previous engagement.

Bob: Aren't you feelin' well?

Jenny: I'm very well, thank you.

Bob: You do love me, don't you?

- I've said so, ain't I? - You don't act like it.

Jenny: What's the matter with you tonight, naggin' away?

- If you go on like this, Jenny-- - What?

Bob: Well, it's not right.

Jenny: Not right, am I?

You seemed to think I was right enough on the Heath.

Is that why you think I love you,

just cos I got soft with you up there?

So, what did you want to talk about?

I ain't got all evenin'. Bob: All right, I'll tell ya.

I'm willin' to go on with you, Jenny,

but if you can't bother to keep your dates, that's it.

I'm not goin' to go trailin' round after prostitutes.

Jenny: Oh, so I'm a prostitute, am I?

Bob: Well, what d'you think you are?

Jenny: Just wanted to know, that's all.

Bob: Jenny.

♪

[Knocking on door] Ella: Bob?

[Knocking on door] Bob, you up, Bob?

[Bob grunts]

Ella: It's gettin' on.

♪

Bob: Oh, guv'nor.

Governor: Oh. You're looking rough, Bob.

Bob: Yeah. Um, would it be all right if--

if I took the evening off?

It's my stepmother, you see. She's not too well.

Governor: Better see she's all right, then, hadn't you?

Bob: Thanks, guv.

Teller: Thank you, sir.

Bob, voice-over: Miss Jenny Maple,

35 Doughty Street, Euston.

Sincerely sorry. Please do forgive.

Meet 5:00, same place, this evening. Bob.

I'm sorry for what I said.

Jenny: I was just as bad.

Bob: No, you weren't.

I should never have said what I did.

Jenny: It's true, though, ain't it?

Bob: Maybe, but that's not your fault.

Jenny: Whose fault is it, then?

Bob: Circumstances, I suppose.

Jenny: That's about it. Ain't nothing else.

There'll always be prostitutes, cos there's always men,

and they'll always want 'em.

Can't get rid of us.

- Jenny? - Yes, dear?

Bob: Would you come away with me on holiday?

- Of course I will, dear. - Would ya?

Jenny: Yeah. When?

Bob: I've got 6 days after Christmas.

Jenny: Oh, that'd be nice. Where to?

Bob: I thought we could go to Brighton.

Jenny: Oh, that'd be lovely, dear.

Bob: So, you'll come then?

Jenny: I've said so, ain't I?

Better be off. Bob: No, please don't.

- I've got to get some money. - I'll give it ya.

- You can't afford it. - Yes, I can.

Jenny: Well... as I'm not feeling quite myself.

Bob: I'd better see you home.

I wish you'd get a job, Jenny.

Jenny: I'm going to.

As a matter of fact, I'm after one now.

Bob: What job's that?

Jenny: Dancing instructress.

I got to go along next Thursday--

this place in Soho.

Got to go along in the evening dress.

Only problem is, I ain't got one.

Bob: Well, how much is an evening dress?

Jenny: 3 guineas.

Bob: And you think you might get the job?

Jenny: Reckon I got it already.

- I'll give it ya then. - Will ya?

Bob: Next time I see ya.

Jenny: I wouldn't dream of taking it as a rule,

but this would be like an investment, wouldn't it?

Bob: I hope so.

Jenny: You ain't 'alf good to me.

Where'd you get all your money from?

Bob: I haven't got any. That's the funny part.

Just 70 quid that I saved.

But one day I will.

Jenny: How?

Bob: You'd only laugh if I told you.

Jenny: No, I wouldn't.

Bob: Well... I'm going to write a book one day.

- Are ya? - Yeah.

I'm going to write a novel.

Jenny: So am I. I could tell 'em somethin', couldn't I?

Bob: No, Jenny, I'm serious.

I'm going to write a novel.

- Honest? - Yeah.

Jenny: 'Spect you'll make me your heroine, won't you?

Bob: They don't have heroines nowadays.

Jenny: Course they do. You got to have a girl

what goes through it all, don't ya?

Bob: Yeah, but you don't make them heroines.

Nowadays, you have protagonists.

- You what? - Protagonists.

Jenny: Ooh. Don't want to be one of them.

This is it.

Bob: Here's a pound.

I'll bring the 3 guineas next time.

Jenny: And after Christmas, we'll go away together.

Bob: Yeah.

Did you know you lived in the same street as Dickens?

- Do I? - Yeah. That's his house there.

Jenny: Silly, old bugger, wasn't he?

Bob: So, what about Monday? 3:30. Same place.

Jenny: Right you are, dear.

Bob: You sure you'll be there?

Jenny: I promise on my mother's life.

Bob: Your mother's dead.

Jenny: On her grave, then.

I promise on my mother's grave that I'll meet you at 2:30.

- 3:30! - All right, dear, 3:30.

- Same place. - Same place.

Good night, Bob.

Bob: Good night, Jenny.

No, don't go.

Kiss me again.

♪

I want you so much. I'm dying for you, Jenny.

Jenny: Well, you can't say I'm not nice to you, can you?

♪

Teller: Your 10 pounds, sir.

♪

Ella: Dark blue don't half suit you, don't it?

- Do you think so? - Yes, I do.

Who's it for, then?

Bob: Who's what for?

Ella: All the get-up.

Bob: What get-up?

So, you like it, then?

Ella: Not half.

She won't know you in that, will she?

- Who won't? - [Sighs] Bob.

Woman on phone: She ain't here.

Bob: Do you know when she'll be back?

Landlady: No. She ain't here.

Bob: I know, but I thought you might know--

Landlady: She's run away.

Bob: Run away?

Landlady: Without paying her rent.

Hello? Hello? Hello?

♪

[Women laughing]

Bob: Jenny?

Jenny: Oh, hello, dear. You 'ere again?

[Jenny and Violet laughing]

[Jenny and Violet laughing] [Indistinct chatter]

Bob: Why didn't you turn up?

Jenny: Didn't want to, I suppose, dear.

Bob: But why didn't you?

Jenny: I really don't know, darling.

- I waited ages. - How annoying.

[Violet laughs]

You're blotto, Jen. That's what you are.

Ever so sweet when she ain't been drinkin'.

Bob: I rang you this morning.

Your landlady said you'd run away.

Jenny: Yeah. I'm livin' up in

your part of the world now.

Bolsover Street. Violet: With me.

Bob: Why did she say you'd run away?

Jenny: No money. Violet: She's been in trouble.

An' she's owed 5 pound, too.

Bob: Who owes her? Violet: Girlfriend.

Got arrested. Dirty plain clothes man

got a grudge against 'er and Jenny paid 'er fine.

Jenny: I'll kill him one day.

Violet: He makes 30 pound a week

taking wages off us girls.

Jenny: Of course, money don't mean nothing

to a millionaire like Bob.

Violet: Got money, has he? Jenny: 'E 'as.

- Go on. - Ain't 'e?

Violet: Lend 'er a fiver, why don't you?

I'll see she pays you back.

Bob: I would, if she'd look for a job.

Violet: You'll get a job, won't you, Jen?

Jenny: Yeah.

Violet: I think I'd better...

Bob: Jen.

Jenny: Yes, dear? Bob: What's happened?

Jenny: My garter's hurtin'.

♪

You can have it-- if it's of any use.

♪

Bob: You will try, won't you, to get a job, like?

Jenny: Of course I will.

I'd do anything for you, Bob,

I love you.

Bob: Do you?

Jenny: You know I do.

Bob: Oh, Jenny. My darling Jenny.

Jenny: It's you that's the darling...

and I'll darling you all right when we go away.

Bob: We'll be alone and together,

and we can talk it all out.

I don't know what'll happen when I get you to myself.

Jenny: Don't you?

♪

Bob: Here's that 3 guineas for the dress,

and the rest... cos I love you.

Jenny: You are good to me.

Bob: And I'll give you that fiver you're owed

next time I see you.

Jenny: I'll pay it back.

Bob: The money don't matter.

I just want you to get a job and sort yourself out.

Violet: You're joking, intcha?

Bob: When are we going to meet?

Jenny: Whenever you like, dear.

Bob: Tomorrow. How about tomorrow?

- All right, dear. - Same place. 3:00.

Violet: 10 bob and he wanted to come back to ours.

Jenny: What d'you tell 'im? Violet: I told him go to

bleedin' Woolworths.

[Women laughing]

Teller: Good day, sir.

♪

Violet: She's got a bit o' toothache.

Bob: Has she?

Violet: Been in bed all mornin'.

Come on, I'll take you.

♪

She ain't 'alf been going on about you.

- Really? - Ain't she 'alf.

Said you was the straightest boy she ever met,

and the nicest. She did, honest.

- Did she? - It'd've made your ears burn.

She ain't 'alf a sweet little girl.

- I know. - Course, I don't think

she's as well as she ought to be.

- Don't you? - Oh, no.

Too thin. Ain't you noticed?

She wants looking after.

[Door opens]

'Ere's your boy.

I'm not religious nor nothing,

but if a girl don't keep her talk clean,

it lets her down.

I'm right, aren't I, Bob?

Bob: Yes. Violet: A man always thinks

much more of a girl if she knows how to behave.

It don't matter whether she's been well brought up

or badly brought up.

There's no need for language.

An' I just 'appen to have been well brought up.

Now, Prunella, an acquaintance of ours,

[sniffles] she's got a mouth like a docker, ain't she, Jen?

Jenny: Don't stop 'er getting' blokes, though.

She came home with a darkie last night.

Indian or something, weren't 'e?

Violet: Merhommerdan.

And that ain't right either. [Sniffles]

It's not that I'm not broadminded, cos I am,

but white's white and black's black.

I'm right, aren't I, Bob?

Jenny: She said he spoke languages an' all sorts.

Generous, too. Gave her a fiver.

Violet: No, 'e didn't, 'e gave 'er a couple.

The other three she 'elped 'erself to.

Bob: She stole it?

Violet: We've all done a bit of that now, have we, Jen?

Jenny: But we wouldn't take it off a friend, like.

Violet: Oh, no. Jenny: Off nobody we knew.

Bob: That's not the point.

Jenny: I wouldn't take money off you, Bob.

Violet: Course she wouldn't. But a lot can 'appen

when you get a man in a generous mood.

Jenny: And sometimes we make 'em a bit

more generous than they meant to be, that's all.

Violet: What a life, eh?

Bob: You didn't tell me you were a thief.

Jenny: I ain't a thief. Bob: You said you take money.

Jenny: That ain't being a thief. Besides, I ain't done it often.

- How often? - Once or twice, that's all.

Bob: You must promise me that you'll never steal again.

Promise?

Jenny: Promise.

Bob: All right?

Jenny: Right.

Bob: Now here's that fiver I promised you.

Take it.

♪

Oh, Jenny.

♪

Teller: 21, 22, 23, 24, 25. There you are, sir.

If you don't mind my saying, sir...

Bob: Yes? Teller: Well, you do seem to be

withdrawing rather a lot lately.

- Not against the law, is it? - No, of course not, sir.

Bob: Well, then.

Man: Good afternoon.

Bob: Hello, Jen.

Jenny: I got some news.

I can't come.

Bob: What?

Jenny: Not all the time, anyway.

Bob: Why not?

Jenny: I just can't, dear, that's all.

I got to go away.

- Who with? - Don't matter who with.

It's only for the weekend.

Bob: Tell me who with.

Jenny: This chap.

Bob: Where are you going?

Jenny: Brighton, funnily enough.

I'll meet you after, though.

- You can't go. - I got to, dear.

- I won't let ya. - But I can't afford not to.

Bob: How much? How much is he giving you?

Jenny: 20 pounds.

- 20? - That's right, dear.

- Who is he? - I've known him ages.

Bob: Where did you meet?

- Here. - Picked him up, did you?

Jenny: If you want to put it like that.

He's a gentleman.

He's teaching me how to talk proper.

Bob: Not doing too well, is he?

Jenny: You're not too great yourself.

Cheer up.

Bob: I can't.

I love you too much.

Jenny: I love you, too.

Bob: You don't. That's the problem.

And you never will.

Jenny: This bloke-- 'e's just a fool.

Bob: What's he do?

Jenny: He's a journalist. Married, too.

If I play my cards right, I could get enough

for you and all.

There's a lot of money to be made

in that quarter, believe me.

- So, when are you going? - Boxing Day.

- And how long are you with him? - Till Monday.

Bob: Can I have the 4 days after the weekend, then?

- Of course you can. - I could meet you down there.

Jenny: If you like.

Bob: Put him off, Jenny, please.

Jenny: No, dear. I couldn't do that.

Bob: Oh, Jenny, you'll drive me mad!

That'll be romantic, won't it?

- What? - Getting you after him.

Jenny: It ain't my fault.

[Bob coughs] Jenny: What's the matter?

Bob: Mm. [Coughs]

Jenny: Gonna be sick?

Better get you a taxi.

Better now?

Probably something you ate.

Bob: Can I see you tomorrow?

Jenny: It's Christmas tomorrow.

Bob: And you go off on Boxing Day.

- That's right. - So, I shan't

see you till Monday.

Jenny: 'Fraid not, dear.

Bob: You will meet me in Brighton, won't you?

Swear on your life.

Jenny: I swear on my life.

Bob: Oh, Jenny, you won't turn up. I know you won't.

- Yes, I will. - You won't. Jenny.

You won't.

You can't go away with him. You mustn't.

- I got to. - I won't let ya.

Look, I'll give you the money.

- 20 pounds? - Yes.

- You can't do that. - I can.

I'll give it you now, and you write

and tell him you aren't coming.

Jenny: Why don't you wait, just for the weekend?

Bob: Because I've waited too long.

Jenny: He promised to buy me dresses an' all.

- I'll buy you dresses. - You can't.

Bob: I've got 25 pound on me and you can take the lot.

- 25 pounds? - If you promise

to come away with me on Boxing Day.

Is that a bargain?

Jenny, is that a bargain?

Jenny: All right.

Bob: Right.

♪

Bob: I've worked out all the trains.

There's one that leaves at 3:15 from Victoria,

so, we'll meet there at 3, yes?

- Yes. - You got that?

Jenny: 3:00, Victoria station, day after tomorrow.

- Under the clock. - Under the clock.

♪

Bob: Promise me. Jenny: Promise.

Bob: Swear on your life.

Jenny: I swear on my life.

- 3:00. - Victoria.

♪

Bob: Do you love me, Jenny?

Jenny: You know I love you.

Bob: Do you?

♪

Bob: Guv, you know I'm going to Brighton tomorrow.

Governor: Yeah? Bob: Well,

I don't know what I was thinking about,

but I've left myself a bit short.

Governor: She must be quite something.

Bob: Oh, she is. Loveliest girl I've ever met.

Jenny: Evenin', dearie.

D'you want me?

Man: Depends how much. Jenny: Depends what you fancy.

♪

Man: ♪ Love, you funny thing, look at what you did to me ♪

♪ Love, you funny thing, you haven't any sympathy ♪

♪ First you come and bring happiness into my heart ♪

♪ Then, you funny thing ♪

♪ You go and tear it right apart ♪

♪