Original subtitles

[MUSIC PLAYING]

I think you're quite wrong.

We'll never be like that.

Oh, Jimmy, you're so stupid.

Well, it's not me who's stupid.

But can't you see there's got to be something like that.

Or else, all this will just have been a waste of time.

Maybe it has.

Oh, Jimmy, I know you don't mean that.

No. I suppose I don't, really.

But I think you've got your head in the clouds.

And you've got your feet so firmly fixed on the ground,

you, you can't see any further than the end of your nose.

(LAUGHING)

Don't laugh at me.

Sorry, but after all the nonsense you've been talking.

It's not nonsense.

Oh, all right.

But I'm sorry, you'll never convince me that things

will ever be different.

The trouble with you, Jimmy, is that you're not willing to do

anything about it.

All you could do is pull everything to pieces.

Instead of trying to help build things up.

Excuse me, have you a match?

My light is not working.

Yes, sure.

Thanks.

Argument?

Very much of one.

Public or private?

Oh, public.

About after the war.

I say that people will insist on things being different.

And I say they won't.

What do you say?

Some will.

Some won't.

Oh, that's a dull answer.

It needn't be, if you begin to take a good look at it.

Let's suppose we took a little cross-section of all people.

All with very different backgrounds and surroundings.

A waitress, a landed baronet, a jar woman, a businessman.

And let's imagine these people suddenly found themselves out

of their ordinary surroundings.

Nine people, we'll say.

We'll begin with the waitress.

I don't mind work.

Not even with men like you around.

But I do like to eat when I'm working.

So there's a uniform such as it is.

And there's your wonderful list of rules and regulations.

And you know what you can do with them.

Well!

Give me a double gin and lime, Bert.

Not so much lime.

What you've been doing, Janice?

Why, I'm packing up.

That's all. What?

Got a better job?

Nope.

Well, what are you going to do then?

Gives us another one, that Bert.

Even if I find another job, I don't

supposed it will be any better.

Still, it will be a change.

I like to keep moving.

I had six months in London.

[INAUDIBLE] way.

And then eighteen months in Newcastle,

where they call you, Hinny.

And then six months in Birmingham.

Here you go, easy.

You're upset.

So would you be.

Oh, I'm all right.

So long, Bert.

All the best to you.

It's a dark night.

It always is.

Woo!

Christmas.

All right, Simpson.

I admit it ought to be a valuable probably

little property.

But what's your proposition?

I have the option.

You provide the money.

And so we split 50/50.

I see.

And I suppose you think that's smart, ey?

It's good business.

Isn't it?

Oh, I don't know about that.

No, you're out of your depth.

Where's your option?

Don't worry about that, Cudworth.

I'll have it optioned first thing in the morning.

Oh, no you won't.

Because I got it right here, in my pocket.

Blast.

Hey!

Be careful.

This things got a wonky connection.

Now you've done it.

Oh, I'm sorry.

That's all the trouble you, Simpson.

You never think ahead.

Well, wait here while I go and get the porter to fix it.

That is if he's not gone home.

He's never here when you want him.

Looks like the whole lot of fuels.

Jenkins? [GONG]

Oh, good evening, Miss Loxfield.

Good evening.

I don't suppose there are any letters for me, are there?

I'm sorry miss.

I don't really know why I keep asking.

I'm not really expecting anything only, well,

don't you ever feel that something exciting might

suddenly come through the post? Well, no, Miss.

I can't say that I ever do.

There you are, Philippa.

Oh, good evening, my lady.

It's a bit dark for your walk tonight.

Indeed.

Come on, Philippa.

Yes, Mother.

I don't like that young man as much as the one we had before.

I hope you weren't talking to him.

Oh no, Mother, I was just asking if there were any letters.

And your bridge was abominable tonight.

You simply weren't paying any attention.

I'm sorry, Mother.

I'm quite two pounds down.

But Mother, you know I hate playing bridge.

And those people are so dull.

But if I don't cross--

[GONG]

I like the weight of [INAUDIBLE] club.

I like the weight very much.

Yes sir.

I heard Mr. Truscott say, he's very pleased with that club.

All right.

Tell him, I'll take it.

And he can put it down to my account.

I say getting it.

Very good, sir.

Do you remember, Sutton?

Edgar Sutton.

Used to be secretary fellow, here.

I remember.

In India.

Isn't he?

Well, that's right.

Dreamt about him the other night.

Listen, we're not talking about dreams.

Did I ever tell you my uncle abroad?

Well, as a matter of fact, you've told me--

He was years in the street settlements.

And then came home to be Joint Marshall of the North Bochnia.

Now, he used to dream regularly, once a month,

that he was being chased by a leopard.

The same leopard, mind you.

In North Bosent.

Well, it just goes to show you how queer things are.

Dreams and all that.

I see, is that the time?

It must be getting dark.

I must be off.

Must you really?

Good night, Launderman.

Good night, Gedney.

Good night, Baker.

Keep an eye on my club, won't you?

Very good, sir.

I will.

I say, it is dark.

I never knew it was dark.

[GONG]

[STREET-SELLER'S CRY]

[STREET-SELLER'S CRY]

How goes it, Mrs. Batley.

Not too good Mr. Smithers.

Got them rheumatic pains in my legs again, something cruel.

Well, you get off home and have a nice lie down.

Yes, I wish I could.

Help me on with this coat, will you, Mr. Smithers?

Certainly, Mrs.Batley.

Thank you.

And steady with that lift arm.

It ain't too good, neither.

Getting old.

That's what it is.

Not you.

You're as lively as a kitten.

Ah.

Go on.

Nice cup of tea will put you right.

Yes.

But I got a bit of shopping to do first.

And a bit more cleaning when I get home.

Now, where's me shopping basket?

[CYMBAL ROLL]

[TRAIN WHISTLE]

So, I said to him, you're quite wrong,

you know, my name's, Stritton.

And I'm in the West Midland Bank in Lemington.

Then he pretended he'd seen me there, because he hadn't.

Well, I don't see why he shouldn't have done.

Where's the box?

I had it put in the van.

Well, do you think it's save?

I should think so.

I don't see why not.

Well, people are always stealing things.

And uncle will never forgive us if we

lose this precious engravings.

Well, I never wanted to have them.

I said-- Yes, I know Malcolm.

But I knew he'd be pleased if we borrowed them.

Remember he has a lot of property.

And no one to leave it to.

You must go and see if the boxes is there.

Now, Dorothy--

Malcolm, I've been worried about something

for the last half hour.

It must be the box.

You don't know.

It may have been stolen.

Please go and see.

All right, Dorothy.

But really, every time we go to Tewksbury, it's fuss, fuss,

fuss.

[TRAIN WHISTLE]

Malcolm?

Malcolm?

Malcolm, where are you?

[BOAT WHISTLE]

[PUNCH]

Anyone else want to get in trouble?

Yes, I do. What?

You heard what I said.

You've been hazing us all the way across.

Just for the pleasure of it.

Just because you and the blasted owners

have got us where you want us.

Well, I'm taking no more from you.

[PUNCH]

[PUNCH]

[PUNCH]

If you want any more, you know where to come for it.

You all right, Joe?

Yes.

I'm all right.

I'll feel better when I've had some fresh air.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

You not making it on purpose.

Come on.

Malcolm, where are you?

All right, Dorothy.

Malcolm, this way. Simpson.

No.

No.This way.

No, I can't.

You there, Simpson.

But don't worry, Mother.

It's all right.

Grandma.

I don't know.

Malcolm.

[INTERPOSING VOICES]

Get out of here in a minute.

Will you, please?

I can't imagine where we are.

Philippa?

Philippa?

Where are you?

All right, Mother.

I'm coming.

Well, where are you?

Really, Philippa, how you can leave me alone at a moment

like this when anything might happen.

But I wasn't leaving you alone, Mother.

I only stopped because I thought I heard

somebody else moving about.

All the more reason why you shouldn't leave me.

We must stick together.

Yes, Mother.

Can you still hear someone? No.

Not now.

Where are we?

I haven't the foggiest.

You haven't any idea?

No.

Not at all.

Look.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

What is it?

I don't know.

But I do know it isn't [INAUDIBLE]..

Let's go up.

It might lead anywhere.

But at least it will lead somewhere.

We don't know where we are now.

So we may as well go up.

We won't be any worse off.

Come on, Mother.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Listen.

I can hear something.

Philippa.

Shh.

Yes.

There's somebody behind us.

Oh.

Good evening.

I suppose it tis evening.

Isn't it?

I suppose so.

Well, we are a bit mixed up.

So am I. Well, we better introduce ourselves, ey?

Cudworth is my name.

I'm Philippa Loxfield.

And this is my mother, Lady Loxfield.

How do you do?

How do you do, Mr. Cudworth?

Can you tell me if this is Bournemouth?

Bournemouth?

Oh, now, I don't suppose so.

I never go to Bournemouth.

I don't like the place.

Well, where are we then?

Now, you've got me.

You see, you're the first people I've seen.

Let's move on a bit, shall we?

Well, I suppose we might as well.

It's a funny sort of place.

Looks like a wall.

Steps.

It is a wall.

Well, that's right.

Better a wall than nothing.

If you ask me.

Certainly.

Well, Mother, we're somewhere now.

What is the use of saying we're somewhere,

if you don't know where.

Really, Philippa.

Did you say your name was Loxfield?

You're not in Kean, are you?

I've never been at it. No.

My husband was in the Colonial Service.

Well, I'm a commercial man myself.

Well, now what should we do?

We better go up the steps.

All right.

There are two or three very important wires

I'd like to send as soon as I can

find a post office that's open.

What's the joke, young lady?

Oh, I believe you've got it all wrong.

You won't find any post offices around here.

You don't know anything about it, Philippa.

And I dare say, Mr. Cudworth, will soon find

a post office or something.

Oh, that reminds me.

I ought to have written your auntie just to tell her

to be sure not to come and stay with us

till the end of next week.

Perhaps it is the end of next week, now.

That doesn't make sense, young lady.

Well, being here at all, doesn't make sense to me.

Excuse me?

[ECHO]

Excuse me?

[ECHO]

They talk in English, they was.

That's one good thing.

None of that jabber, jabber, jabber,

like them four foreigners in the train the other day.

I see?

Who's there?

Oh, I see?

Yes, where are you?

I see, look here.

Can you tell me how far I am from the clubhouse?

What clubhouse?

Why, the West Windlesham Golf Clubhouse, of course.

Sorry, but I never heard of it.

I live at Walthamstow way meself.

Walthamstow?

Good heavens.

This isn't Walthamstow is it?

No.

It ain't a bit like it.

So I dare say, it's what you say it was--

West Windlesham.

Because I was there.

Tell me, do you play golf?

Me, play golf, huh?

Nobody never asked me that before.

Why did I come here to be [INAUDIBLE]??

Yeah, it's very amusing.

Look, if anyone should ask for me, I'm Sir George Gedney.

Sir George Gedney.

I see.

You haven't seen anyone about, have you?

Yes.

There was two ladies and a gentleman

that just went up them steps.

Up those steps.

Thank you, very much.

I suppose they would know where we are.

Why, they'd live around here, probably.

Well, I'm a bit tired meself, or I'd a caught up to them.

I say, I'm sure you would.

I see?

I see?

Anybody there?

Anybody about?

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Malcolm?

[ECHO]

It ain't, Sir George Gedney you want is it?

No.

I was calling for my husband.

I'm Mrs. Stritton.

I'm Mrs. Batley.

Was your husband with you?

Yes.

We were together til about 10 minutes ago.

We're always together.

We always have been.

Yes.

Well, that's how some likes it.

And some don't.

Perhaps we're dead.

No.

We'd feel different if we was dead.

Either we'd feel nothing at all.

Or we'd feel different.

And I feel just the same as I did.

Feet aching, rheumatic pains in my legs, and all.

Just the same.

And besides, I've got me shopping basket.

And I wouldn't have that with me if I was dead.

That would be silly.

I'm going to look for him.

Malcolm?

[ECHO]

Malcolm?

[ECHO]

Malcolm?

[ECHO]

And then, I told him exactly what I thought of him.

And it did me good.

So I walked out of the bar, after having

had a couple of gins and lime.

It was pitch dark outside.

And the next minute, it seems I'm wondering around

here asking you where we are.

I'm no better off than you.

You see, I was in a train going to Tewkesbury.

Tewkesbury?

I went there once, with the Redline.

Hello?

Who's there?

Excuse me.

But are you, Mr. Stritton?

Yes, I'm Stritton.

Well, your wife's looking for you.

Yes, of course.

I've been looking for her.

Since when?

No, really, I have.

Where is she?

She went down there some where.

Oh.

Uh, Dorothy?

Well, say it as if you meant it.

Dorothy?

[ECHO]

Malcolm.

[ECHO]

Yes, dear, here I am.

Here he is.

[ECHO]

Malcolm, I've been looking for you, everywhere.

I've been looking for you.

Can't have been looking very hard.

Oh, he was.

Don't let us waste all time, Malcolm.

We ought to find out exactly where we are.

Unless, of course, your friends already told you.

Excuse me.

Come along, Malcolm.

I've been looking for you everywhere.

I was dreadfully worried.

And then I find you with that awful woman.

Really, Malcolm, where did you pick her up?

I simply can't understand you behaving like this.

It's so unlike you.

Well, we know who wears the trousers there, don't we.

I knew it before I saw him.

Have a cigarette?

No, thank you, dear.

Never took to it.

Well, I feel better.

I don't know what I am or what's going to happen.

But I feel better.

And then they had to know what was going to happen before this

happened, so what's the odds?

That's all right, dear.

Ever been a waitress?

No.

But my cousins youngest is a waitress.

Looks nice in her uniform to, she do.

That's a life, I'm telling you.

Talk about your feet.

[INAUDIBLE] be as big as footballs.

And it's a mean life too.

Gosh, it's mean.

You wouldn't believe.

Most of the time, the management is

trying to cheat the customers.

And half the time, the customers are

trying to cheat the management.

You don't say.

But the women, half of them think

they're buying you, along with a pot of tea and beans on toast.

I could have killed them.

Men aren't so bad.

Except, of course, half of them got their pigs eye

sticking out their head, trying to imagine what

you've got under your uniform.

And some of them pinch you too.

That's right.

One of them pinch me, once.

Up at Clepton Road, it was.

Outside of Green Grasses.

Well, if you don't mind, dear, I'm

just going to see if there's something

a bit more comfortable further up them steps.

What's the matter with people in here?

They're all strung up inside, dear,

because they ain't getting the little bits of happiness.

That's all.

Yes, and then they try to take it out on somebody else, ey?

That's right.

Hello?

Who this?

Hello, beautiful. Yes.

I might've known it'd have to be one of you conquering heroes.

Talking to yourself, beautiful?

Don't call me beautiful. Why?

Aren't you?

No, I'm not.

Oh, I've seen worse.

So have I. Lots.

But I don't like that tone of voice.

You give it a rest, see?

And if you must know, I was talking to my friend

who's gone up here.

Why has she?

Because she wants to sit down, have a rest, and be quiet.

And so would you if you were a woman.

If I'd been a woman, I'd a packed up years ago.

Yes, well, women don't pack up.

If they pack up, everything would pack up.

Well, it can for me.

Where are we?

Search me.

You see, I was nursing the ship's engine.

I've been doing it right across the South Atlantic.

It was an old engine.

At least as old as I am.

In fact, I'd say older.

Yes, older.

Now, are you sure?

I feel we ought to get this thing settled.

No, beautiful.

Oh, drop it.

You're not bad tempered, are you?

No, not as a rule.

Well, then take it easy.

Nobody was trying to insult you.

Now then, listen.

I've been a waitress and I've been a barmaid.

For 10 years, I've had jobs with fellas like you

come up with your beautifuls.

And we have to pretend to think you're very witty.

The customer is always right, ey?

And I could tell you plenty about that too.

But the point is, I want a rest from this beautiful line,

just now, see.

Certainly.

What's your name?

Alice Foster.

What's yours?

Joe Dinmore, Miss Foster.

Or is it, Mrs. Foster?

No, it isn't.

What do you do?

I've done everything, Miss Foster, except make money.

I was in Australia one time, driving tractors.

I was in South America one time, foreman in a railway gang.

Didn't you ever try England?

Now and then, between time.

I was [INAUDIBLE] made me peaked.

I've done a bit of ducking.

I was on a coaster one time--

All right, Mr. Dinmore, I take it the idea.

You've just tried this, and that,

and now you're trying this.

I'm not trying this.

The last time I remember anything I was going

on deck to get some fresh air.

I've been laying myself five to one

I'd wake up in the jug somewhere with a hit on me

like an old boiler.

But if so, I don't see where you come in, Miss Foster.

No, I don't either.

And this Miss Foster's getting me down.

Well, I thought you wanted some politeness's?

Yes, all right, but don't over do it.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Hello?

What's this?

Looks like a kind of sundial.

Hey.

There's my friend.

She's asleep.

Ah.

Good old, Ma.

Let her sleep.

What kind of a place is this.

Reminds me of a place I saw in Peru one time.

Wouldn't be a kind of a castle, would it?

Might be.

I think it might be a town.

Lots of these old towns have walls all around them.

You see them all over the place.

Well, you can't see a thing here.

[ECHO]

Looks a hell of a drop though.

[ECHO]

No getting in this way.

I say, Joe?

What if there was something absolutely wonderful

down there?

How do you mean wonderful?

I don't know, quite.

None of us saw it that.

Something different.

Not a bit like London, or Birmingham, or Newcastle.

Nor Liverpool, Glasgow, Port side,

Aidan, Bombay, Singapore, Sydney,

New York, Los Angeles, Chicago.

Ever since I could remember, I've

always wanted to come across suddenly something

wonderful or different.

Don't laugh.

I'm not laughing.

You were smiling.

Oh, well, that's different, Alice.

That's friendly.

Yes.

That's different.

I used to carry a little book of Walt Whitman around with me.

I get spotted by the yard.

Do you know what he's said?

"I dream'd in a dream I saw a city"--

oh, now, what was it?

--"invincible to the attacks of the whole

of the rest of the earth.

I dream'd that was the new City of Friends."

Yes, Joe.

That's it.

Yeah, sounds fine, doesn't it?

I'm glad he said he only dream'd it.

What a hope.

Well, I'm a fool I suppose.

But that's what I've always wanted.

And it's what in the way because I'm a fool I've always expect.

I think that's why I never settled down.

You know?

I'm just the chap who does know, Alice.

I've always thought that if I moved

on and tried another job someone else,

it might somehow be there.

And it never was, was it?

No, Joe, it never was.

Ever call yourself a mug ?

Yes, but don't you try calling me one.

OK.

I've been calling meself one for i5 years, now.

No longer.

Here, steady.

You're not that old.

I'm 35.

Well, what's that?

Nothing.

Yet.

Guess how old I am?

22.

Go on.

I'm 28.

I don't believe it.

Yes, don't I look it?

You wait.

Mind you, I'm a bit tired, you know.

And the old face is feeling it.

What with one thing and another.

You're all right, Alice.

Thanks, Joe.

I say?

I say?

What is it?

Do you happen to know where I can find a post office?

Well, what's the joke? Go on.

Tell me.

No one can say I can't enjoy a joke.

I'm sorry Mr.

Cudworth's the name.

Oh, well, I'm sorry, Mr. Cudworth.

But honestly, I don't know why I laughed.

It suddenly came over me, seeing you standing there all fussed.

Wanting a post office.

I don't see anything funny about it.

What do you want a post office for?

Because I want to send a couple of telegrams.

Very urgent business.

Oh, business.

Making money.

That's it? Why?

Do you need some money really badly?

No. I've plenty.

But that's not the point.

Well, what is the point?

Oh, you're one of these argumentative chaps, are you?

Well, the point is--

Ah, stuff it.

What are we all doing here, anyhow?

I'm having a nice rest.

What do you do when you're not having a nice rest?

Look after a house full of people

and go out cleaning three days a week.

Hey, aren't you sharp and nosey, ey?

Yes.

And I'll bet you've never kept a job for more than a year.

Have you?

You mind your own business.

Now I'd say you're one of those chaps who started

out as a black coded worker.

Clark or [INAUDIBLE].

Right.

And then by never missing a trick,

and giving all your mind to it, pushed yourself pretty high up

in the Boston Capitalist Class.

And you wouldn't be very far wrong, either.

What are you?

A mechanic or something? Right.

A mechanic or something.

Jack of all trades, ey?

Right.

Here today and gone tomorrow, ey?

Right, every time.

And where's it got you.

Where?

It's got me here.

Where's your line got you?

If I told you what I was worth, you'd be surprised.

Surprised?

I wouldn't even be interested.

Now, Joe, don't be rude.

You don't look like a Joe.

Does he?

No. he don't.

Yeah, what is this?

Are you women ganging up on me already?

Do you know much about women, Mr. What's it?

Yes. I keep away from them.

I'll bet you do too.

Take your mind of your business, don't they?

That's right. Always interfering.

Messy too.

Messy?

What do you mean, messy?

I know what he means.

Mind you, he's wrong.

But I know what he means.

You know, if you ask me, I think there's a lot

to be said for that whole idea about women's place

being in the home.

How many girls have you got in your office?

Six.

How many women have you got in your home?

I haven't got any.

Then what's the good of telling, I

should think the woman's place is in my home.

I don't believe a word of it.

If you did, you'd pop those six girls from your office

in your home a make a start that way.

Oh, talk sense.

Most extraordinary, Lady Loxfield.

You've never known anything like it.

Those Logan gals.

Which one was it?

Kitty?

No, Dolly.

Kitty [INAUDIBLE], you remember.

I used to go duck shooting with their brother, Piggy Logan.

There used to be a Logan around the Thames and Midway Trust.

Very sharp he was too.

You couldn't put anything past that Logan.

Not the same family.

Not very brainy, these Logans.

Excuse me.

I'm Mr. George Gedney.

My name is Cudworth.

Are you in the city? Yes, are you?

Oh, Lord no.

I often wish I was.

I've got two or three petty little directorships

to take me up to [INAUDIBLE] then.

That's all.

By the way, did you ever run across Buster Clayhorn?

He used to come on the blues.

No, I never knew these army men.

I spent me live in the city.

Clear, right.

I thought you might run across Buster.

You might have lent him 100 now and again.

Lord, I'm not a money lender.

No, of course not.

I'm sorry.

Lady Loxfield, did you ever run across a Buster Clayhorn?

There's some Dossing Clayhorns I used to know.

Not the same, though.

Buster was one of the Lester Clayhorns.

You sound as if you are talking about cattle.

Not at all.

I'm talking about a dear old friend of mine.

Look.

Look.

I say, look.

What is it?

There's a city down there.

A city.

Oh, let's have a look.

Look. There's a city down there.

A city?

It's all misty yet, but I can just see it.

Look, Joe.

I am looking at it.

I can't see anything but a lot of ground mist.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

I'm not arguing, Dorothy.

There's no point in having an argument when

we don't what's happened to us.

Or where we've got to.

Well, that's what I've been saying to you all along.

Hello. What's happening?

We think there's a city down there.

Oh, really, a city?

Well, go on.

See if you can see it.

Well wouldn't you like to see it?

No.

I don't believe anybody can see anything.

Well, what do you think of it, Joe?

I don't know.

What do you mean, you don't know?

Well, I've seen places before they looked good at first.

You'd see them.

From a long way off, after weeks at sea.

And you'd think you was sailing into heaven.

When you got inside them, god, they stank.

Well, we're not talking about smells now.

I'm not either.

I mean, the carry on there was so terrible.

Poor devils sitting about in rags with the ribs

all showing through.

Kids crawling around the gutters with their faces running salt.

Oh, shut up.

Don't spoil it.

All right, I won't.

But that's what I meant, when I said, I didn't know.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Christians awake.

Look.

All of you look.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Look.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Well, nobody's going to break that door down in a hurry.

No bell, or knocker, or anything.

Well, even if there was, I don't see what right we have

to go ringing or banging on it.

We don't know who lives there.

Well, we can ask where we are, can't we?

Well, there's nothing to open it with.

No handle or anything.

No. It's not that sort of door.

What sort of door?

This door is either tight shut as it is now.

Or else it's wide open.

That's the sort of door it is.

It's sure to open.

Sooner or later.

Queer.

Malcolm, if you don't bang on that door, then I will.

Oh, well, of course, I will.

I wouldn't bother, pal.

They won't reply.

You heard what he said, dear.

Of course, I heard what he said.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

No use, my dear.

That door will open when it wants to open.

And not before.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

You're going, of course.

Oh, rather, a place that size.

Well worth looking at.

Don't you think so Mr, uhm--

Stritton.

London? No.

Lemington.

I'm the West Midland bank round.

Can't say I know it.

I've heard of it, of course.

But I can't say I really know it.

I bank at Barclays, meself.

Have done for years.

And where do you bank, Miss Foster?

[INAUDIBLE] Mr. Dinmore.

how about you?

The London and Wide World Rolling Stone, I must admit it.

Very funny.

Concierge measure.

You know, Cudworth, ought to be something

in your lane down here. Rather.

Nothing like having a good look around.

You to spend me holidays keeping me eyes and ears open.

Picked up a controlling interest that way

once in the [INAUDIBLE] trams.

Sold out afterwards, of course.

Trams no good to me.

Quite right.

Trams no good to anybody.

What is any good to you?

Trying to be smart.

Especially.

Never pays in me unit.

I dare say.

But what is any good to you.

Money is.

Why, what do you do with it?

Make more money.

So what.

Now, Listen.

Ad don't think you know it all.

Have you been kicked about?

Yes.

Plenty.

Well, I haven't.

Why?

Too much money.

No one's laughing.

Well, I'm not crying.

No.

But if you had your ladder, you must have money [INAUDIBLE]..

Are you what they call an aristocrat?

I do know about that.

I'm seventh baronet of [INAUDIBLE]..

Landed gentry, I suppose.

Why?

I wasn't sure.

The way you people made the mistake,

was in ganging up with these money boys.

You ought to have ganged up with us, the crowd, the mob,

the people without the money.

But you didn't.

It's too late now.

Quite.

I haven't the foggiest notion what you're talking about.

Do you know what he's talking about, Cudworth?

Yes.

And he's wrong.

Care for a stroll, Lady Loxfield?

There's no use hanging around here.

I quite agree.

I'd rather stay mother.

I want you to come, Philippa.

Yes, Mother.

Ought to be plenty of money around here.

You don't say?

Oh, no doubt about that.

Try to get in on the ground floor.

You know, some of these people have the assets

and they don't know how to use them.

Now, you take South America--

Did you have those two?

Typical specimens of the boss class.

Grab, grab, grab, is all they care about.

And what do you care about?

That's not the point.

Well, then what is the point?

The point is, here's two typical specimens--

Ah, shut up with your typical specimens.

What's the matter with you?

It isn't what's the matter with me.

It's what's the matter with you?

Here we are.

And down there is a wonderful place like nothing

we've ever seen before.

And all you can do is shake your fat head

and say you don't know what it's like.

And then pay no more attention because your bothering

with your typical specimens of the boss class.

Well, so what.

So, I say you're as bad as they are.

If not worse.

Like hell, I am.

Oh, I might have known.

I might've known.

Here, listen.

Oh, shut up.

What's the matter with her?

I don't know, I'm sure.

I'm surprised at that.

You talked to her for long enough.

Now, Dorothy, you know perfectly well, I was looking for you.

Yes, you told me that before.

All right.

All right.

It isn't all right.

My wife's rather upset.

She's not too strong, you know.

In this queer business, well, you can imagine.

She's bad tempered.

That's what's the matter with.

So is that other [INAUDIBLE],, Alice.

Women seem to lose their temper so suddenly,

without any real reason.

Oh, no Mr. Stritton, there's always a reason.

Now, Mrs. Stritton, she went off in a huff,

as you might say like that.

Because as you said, she's upset and worried.

And I expect she's one of them who, when they start worrying,

soon begin to worry about everything.

So when she catches you talking to that young woman, Alice.

She feels more uncertain, still.

And then she loses her temper with you cause

you made her feel like that, just when she

needed a bit of comfort.

Ma, I can see you know it all.

Well, what about the other one, Alice.

What made her fly off the handle?

I don't know what was all that led on about her.

Oh, go on, Ma.

Well, you see, that Alice.

Is one that's had a lot of disappointments.

She meets you here and fancies you.

And then she's disappointed in you.

And that makes her mad at herself

for expecting anything and being disappointed again.

And then she gets mad at you cause

you made her mad at herself.

That's too simple altogether.

It's better if it's simple.

Not with me, it isn't.

And I'll tell you why.

I'm not a simple character.

I'm complicated, I am.

Are you?

Well, no I wouldn't say I was.

But not simple either.

Somewhere between the two, i suppose.

My trouble is, I don't believe in the revolution.

I'm a revolutionary who can't believe in the revolution.

You can see where that lands a fella.

No where.

Or here.

What you want's a nice little home.

I don't want a nice little home.

I've spent my life running away from nice little homes.

And where's it got you?

I just said that.

I'm nowhere.

But that's because I can't believe in the revolution.

What revolution?

The one that's on its way.

Oh, you'll fight it all right.

And wait til you see what it does to Lemington

and the West Midland Bank.

And I'll bet you're very very fond of Lemington and the West

Midland Bank, aren't you?

No.

I'm not.

Well, you surprise me.

Lemington doesn't suit me.

Never has done.

As for the West Middleton Bank, well, to be frank,

I consider it to be completely out of date and--

Gone on.

Tell me the worst.

--and an obstacle to true economic progress.

Well, well, well.

And another thing, I consider the chairman

of the banks, Sir Herbert Groosby Perkins, a mean

and contemptible old toad.

Well, that's fine.

But why just whisper it to me?

Tell everybody.

Shout it at the top of your voice.

I'll bet you don't.

Do you good, you know.

Time you let off steam after pussyfooting

in the Lemington bank for years.

Gone on.

Tell them.

Let it rip.

I'll dare you to.

All right.

I consider the chairman of the bank,

Sir Herbert Groosby Perkins, a mean and contemptible old toad.

[ECHO]

Good.

How do you feel?

I feel better.

Malcolm, what on earth are you doing shouting like that?

I thought you'd gone mad.

Yeah.

What's the good in saying no, til you have gone mad?

What do you mean?

Well, I thought you might like him better mad.

You've had him sane long enough, didn't seem to make much of it.

Malcolm, are you all right?

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Tell me, why can't you believe in the revolution?

I can't believe in the revolution

because I've gone sour.

I don't see people making anything good together.

They always end up making something bad.

When they do make anything good, they don't do

it together, but by themselves.

But if the revolution is to be any use,

they've got to make something good together.

See what I mean?

Yes, I see.

My pals say, look at conditions.

Look at the system.

All wrong.

I agree.

The conditions are stinking.

The system's hell.

Yeah, but that still don't convince me that people can

make anything good together.

It just doesn't seem to happen that way.

I've gone sour.

You talk a lot, don't you?

Yes, I talk and talk.

What for?

Because I like it.

Because I'm not sure of myself.

Because I'm always finding things out.

Why are you so disappointed?

What is it you want?

I want children and a garden of my own.

Must they be your own children?

Your own garden?

Yes, of course.

What do you think I want?

To work in a day nursery and a public park?

I want my own children and my own place.

Yeah, well, that's how it is, you see?

Nearly everybody wants their own.

You see, things have been difficult.

You say, things have been difficult.

My pals say, the conditions are terrible.

I say, the system's all wrong.

So let's change them.

Up the revolution.

But nearly everybody still wants their own this and that.

They still can't make anything good together.

So what chance have we with revolution?

And what chance have we with out it?

See what I mean?

Up to a point, yes.

But I've never thought on those lines.

What lines have you thought on?

Private control of public credit.

And that simply won't do.

We oughtn't to have it.

I wouldn't say this to everybody, of course.

Why not say it to everybody?

Have it out with your chairman, Sir Herbert Boogie Boogie.

If I had it out with Sir Herbert,

he'd jolly soon have me out.

Well, you'd probably be out soon anyway.

Perhaps you're out now.

Arthur, what are we doing here?

What are we all doing here?

Now you're beginning to talk sense.

That's what I wanted to know.

That's what's been worrying me.

Everyone standing around here chatting and arguing

about nothing when, all the time,

we don't know where we are, why we're here, how we got here,

or how we'll ever get back.

Why, look.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Well, I'm going to have a nice look around.

Well, if you ask me, there's more in Ma than meets the eye.

First in, without turning a hair.

Perhaps because she doesn't talk so much.

I wouldn't be surprised.

Malcolm, be careful.

It's all right, dear.

I just want to see what happens.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

It's all right.

There are some steps here that go down to a road

that leads right into the city.

Do you think we should go down?

Well, I don't see why not.

After all, they opened the door.

As if they expected people to come in this way.

It all seems a civilized sort of place.

All right, then.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

I'm sure the people will be wonderful too.

But Philippa, we don't know what they're like.

They may be awful.

It's open.

Wide open.

Come on, Mother.

Let's go.

But, Philippa, we don't know what this place is.

Or who those people are.

They might kill us.

Why should they?

And anyway, the people in Bournemouth were killing me.

Well, I think it [INAUDIBLE] you ought to wait for Mr.

George and Mr. Cudworth.

Mother, I'm going down there.

If you'll come with me, I'll be glad.

But whether you do or not, I'm going.

Very well then.

Come on.

I thought you would've been the first in.

Aren't you coming?

I don't know yet.

Might.

Might not.

I wonder how long it's been open?

Well, we've better go down and get in first.

You never know.

You never know what?

Well, you never know.

Great.

Where are the others?

Gone through.

You going?

Rather.

Ought to be able to get a bath and some sort of breakfast.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Hello, Joe.

Hello, Alice.

Sorry, I told you to shut up, Joe.

That's all right.

I talk too much.

No, I went and lost my temper.

I wouldn't have done if I thought

I was going to like you.

I'm no treat, you know.

If it comes to that, neither am I.

Oh, yes you are.

I said that to myself the first moment I set eyes on you.

And the first time I heard you talking.

Joe, I said, this one's a treat.

I'll bet you didn't.

That's what I said.

And I've been thinking it ever since.

Look.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

It's open.

Yes.

It's open.

Come on.

Well, what are we waiting for?

Well, I told you before, I've seen a lot of places.

Well, so have I, for that matter.

Yeah, but not the way I have.

Sailing in at dawn--

Oh, yes, and is it wonderful.

Women who walked around a bit and had a couple of beers

and looked terrible.

All ribs and running sores.

I heard you.

All right, you heard me.

But it isn't going to be like that down there.

How do you know?

Because I feel it isn't.

What's the matter with you, Joe?

I'm like you.

I've had a lot of disappointments.

I don't want many more.

Come here.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Oh, no you don't.

Oh, never?

Never just by grabbing.

OK.

I'll remember.

But you're coming with me to look at the city?

Yeah, I'm coming with you.

Oh, Joe.

There you are.

Our last two people go down into the city.

We know what kind of people they are.

We've seen in what frame of mind they've gone down.

And now what?

Well, we ought to look at the city.

Oh no, Jimmy, don't you see?

That's not it, at all.

No, I don't see.

Well-- well, it's not just a question of bricks and mortar.

The city may just be a collection of mud huts.

But if it's running right--

no, you tell him.

She's right, you know.

Remember what it all started from.

People's attitude of mind.

It's not a question of wood floors,

or rubber floors, glass walls, or steel walls.

We're not town planning now.

It's a question of how people would react to something that

represented a new way of life.

That's it.

I see.

They've had the opportunity of seeing a city entirely owned

and run by the people who live in it.

A place where men and women don't

work for machines and money.

But machines and money work for men and women.

Where everybody has a reasonable chance but nobody

has special privileges.

And what we want to know is, what that feel about it,

and what they'll do about it.

I get you.

Some would want to stay, others to go.

And one or two might want to stay, and yet might go.

But let's see, now, who'll be first out?

Mrs. Stritton, I'll bet.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Did you like the city?

No.

I couldn't stand the place.

No, I didn't like it, either.

Don't blame you.

There was some good looking girls down there, though.

Mhm.

Oh, did you think so?

I didn't.

No, I don't suppose you would.

Have you seen my husband?

No.

You look as though you've had quite enough, Cudworth.

I have to.

I'm not surprised.

I must say, some of the things I heard and saw,

quite shocked me.

I mean, no proper privacy or niceness or anything.

Didn't you notice that, Mr. Cudworth?

Well up to a point, I don't know about niceness.

I'm not sure what niceness is.

Don't care much, anyhow.

What got me down were the people.

A bit peculiar, ey?

Peculiar?

Balmy.

Well, I said to one chap this morning, wouldn't suit me

this, at all.

Never get any proper work done.

So he said, oh, what is it that you work?

So I told him. And do you know what he said?

No idea.

I bet it was something damned insulting.

He said, we don't call that work here.

We call it crime.

He didn't.

He did.

Then he said if the caught me at it,

I'd be sentenced to a year's road labor.

They're not civilized, Cudworth.

Fellow in that bureau sort of place, said to me, he says,

what can you do?

I said to him, well, damnit, I used

to do a good deal of hunting.

I still do some shooting and fishing.

The fellow laughed and said, are you savage?

Joe hasn't come up here has he?

No.

Ah, that's all right then.

I'll go back and find him as soon

as I have had a bit of a rest.

Have you seen my husband?

Yes, I passed him on the way.

He was talking to some people back there.

Oh what a day we've had.

What a day we've all had.

Why, didn't you like the city?

Like it?

Like it?

But, surely--

I hate it.

You don't.

Of course, I do.

I hate it.

I hate it.

I wish I'd never set eyes on the beastly city.

I loath every bit of it.

I'd like to--

I'd like to burn it down.

I think I could kill you for saying that.

And I loath you too.

You should have seen yourself grinning

and screeching and making a fool of yourself down there.

I was having the best day of my life.

I was among people who are happy and I was happy.

I was in a wonderful place at last.

And all you can do is to spit on it.

I could tear it down with my own hands.

I'll tell you what's the matter with you.

You're so jealous you can hardly breathe.

You're not only jealous of your husband,

you're jealous of everybody and everything.

And you can't enjoy anything unless you

grab it for yourself.

And you can't bear to see anybody

else enjoying themselves.

I saw you down there.

Hating it all.

Jealous of it.

Trying to spoil your husband's pleasure.

Shut up.

Turning everything sour.

Shut up.

Don't.

I'd always hoped in a silly sort of way

to come across something wonderful just

around the corner.

But I never thought there could be a place as good as this.

I didn't think people had it in him to build a city like this.

I didn't think people could work and play

together like these people can.

I'll do anything for these people.

I'd die for this place.

Now, look here, young woman.

I--

I wasn't talking to you.

I wouldn't know how to talk to you.

I don't know what you mean.

You know what I mean.

I speak plain English, don't I?

When I say, I don't know what you mean,

I'm telling you that I can't make head or tail of you.

So I can't talk to you properly.

To me, you're like something stuffed in a glass case.

Extremely rude.

I wish I had her under my orders for a few weeks.

I dare say, you do, Cudworth.

But what are you worrying about?

She didn't tell you that you were

stuffed and in a glass case.

Did she?

As a matter of fact, though, I like a girl

with a bit of devil in her.

But she's so common.

What a relief to see civilized people again.

Did you enjoy yourself down there?

Certainly not.

I think I care too much for certain standards.

I'm used to being treated in, well, in a certain way.

You understand?

I understand perfectly.

I know exactly what you mean.

Such rudeness, everywhere.

I quite agree.

Well, I'm going back.

I don't know why I was brought here, at all.

Are you coming, Cudworth?

You know the way back?

Yes.

They told us down there.

Only sensible thing about the place.

But they didn't tell me.

I asked.

I told them it was the only thing I wanted to know.

Well, we might all go together.

I must wait for Philippa.

Well, she better hurry.

What do you mean?

The sun is setting.

Well, when it has set, that door will be shut.

And nobody can get in, and nobody can come out.

Didn't expect to see you coming out.

No, rather not.

Thought that place would be just your style.

It is just my style.

In fact, it's a lot better than my style.

I've seen something today I never expected to see.

Something I've given up all hope of seeing.

Really?

What's that?

A city full of happy people, healthy people,

and busy people.

A rarely civilized city.

A real city at last.

Better not say much more, because none of us here,

agrees with you.

No, I can believe it.

When I inquired about charities down there, I was laughed at.

Why? I can't imagine.

I've done a great deal of volunteer charitable work.

I consider it to be my duty.

That's OK.

And I'm not saying you are hard hearted.

But you see, in this city, they don't believe

in that kind of charity.

They believe in social justice.

And they've got it.

That's what you people just don't understand.

You don't even like the look of it.

So long as you're sitting pretty yourselves,

you don't mind being surrounded by people who wonder where

the next meal is coming from.

When the next job will turn up.

How the kids are going to live.

How you going to keep up your strength to see them through.

What you say to yourselves all the time is, damn you Jack,

I'm all right.

Now, wait a minute.

I'm an individualist.

You're a little pirate, and you know it.

Look, here I've had enough of this.

I want to get back.

There was no point in coming here anyway.

What about shoving off, Sir George?

Good idea.

Oh no.

Please wait.

Then we can all get back together.

It will be much safer.

Safer?

There's no danger.

It's just as safe going back as it he was coming here.

It won't be you know.

[ECHO]

Won't be what?

As safe going back as it was coming.

Why not?

You wouldn't understand if I told you.

Are you trying to frighten me?

Ah, no.

You'll be safe enough.

You'll be safer still if you were dead.

Dead?

Haven't you ever wished you were nicely, safely dead,

Mrs. Judin?

Yes.

Sometimes, I have.

I thought you had.

Well, haven't you?

No.

Not that way.

Not nicely and safely.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

I'm going to look for my husband.

Come along, Cudworth, let's get away from this infernally

stupid place.

Just a minute, Sir George.

I know why Cudworth doesn't like this city.

They wouldn't have him there anyway.

But why don't you like it.

Me?

What's wrong with it, from your point of view?

The fact is, I can't stand people.

I always enjoy myself best where there haven't been people.

Even when I come to town, I sit quietly in the club.

Sensible, old fashioned club, you know.

Nobody talks.

You still get a decent glass of wine.

And no people.

Can't stand people.

Yes.

I see.

Well, come along, Cudworth.

Sure you won't join us, Lady Loxfield?

No, I must wait for Philippa.

Right.

Well, get away from here.

Quite agree.

That's right, you know.

I don't mind a few old pals, decent fellows.

And one or two reliable servants.

That sort of thing.

But not mobs of people.

It's getting darker.

Yes.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Mother.

Philippa, dear.

I'm so glad you've come.

The others have gone.

But if we hurry, we can catch them up.

So much better if we all go together.

Come along.

Mother.

I'm not coming back.

Don't be absurd, darling.

I'm not coming back.

I'm staying here.

But it's quite impossible.

Nothing would induce me to remain here.

I'm not talking about you, Mother.

I'm talking about me.

You're tired, darling.

I'm not tired.

And I'm not absurd. Philippa?

I'm not any of those things you've been telling me

I was for years and years.

Every time I tried to find some life of my own.

You're talking to your own mother

now, Philippa, not to a stranger.

No need to glare and shout.

I'm sorry, Mother.

I didn't mean to.

But I can't go back with you.

I'd rather die.

Going back there would only be kind of slow death.

Philippa, I'm getting old.

I've lost your father.

I've lost the life we had together.

But I try to keep what's left.

But there isn't anything left.

Not even for you, there isn't.

And for me, it's not living at all.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Look, Mother, that lovely city.

Now that I've seen it, been among those people down there,

I just couldn't go back.

Oh, Mother, can't you understand?

All I understand, Philippa, is that you're my only child.

But I've nothing left now, but you.

But you must have some sense of duty.

That's just it.

I have a sense of duty.

I want you to come with me into the city,

for your own sake, as well as mine.

I know you would be happy there.

I know I shouldn't.

Oh, Mother.

I don't want to leave you.

I hate to think of you going back there alone.

I'm glad of that.

And remember, darling, I'm your mother.

I brought you into the world.

I've loved you.

I've looked after you.

Mother.

Look.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

No, Philippa, I'm too old to change.

Goodbye, Mother.

Don't go, darling.

Goodbye, Mother.

Philippa, you can't leave me.

Won't leave me, darling.

I must.

Goodbye.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Mrs. Stritton, this is serious.

What is?

Are you going to give that chap of yours a break?

I don't know what you mean.

You don't know what I mean?

And you wonder what he means, either.

Stonewalling, ey?

Well, you'll win.

Stonewalling always wins.

Except, of course, that it always loses.

Because that's all you're left with in the end.

Stonewalls.

You wouldn't know what I was talking about, would you?

No.

I haven't the slightest idea of something silly.

Some of you pick a bit of happiness as over the chicken,

and then wring it's neck.

Why do you keep on insulting me?

Because I'm trying to save your life.

Well, my life isn't in danger.

You've got a knife in it's throat now.

Don't be so beastly.

Anyway, what's it to do with you.

You don't even like me. No.

But I like life.

And I don't want to see it poured down

the drain like dirty water.

Ma, I thought some of these others

would want to go back but not you.

I'm disappointed in you.

I thought better of you.

Now, what are you talking about, ey?

I'm talking about you, Ma.

I thought you at least would want to stay down there

and not come creeping back.

You do like to hear yourself talk, don't you.

Don't take any notice of him, Mrs. Batley.

I don't.

Have you seen my husband?

No.

Mrs. Stritton.

Did they tell you the way to go back?

No.

I never asked them.

You see, I ain't going that way.

I'm stopping here.

That's that girl.

I only come back to get me basket.

I might as well have it.

I'm surprised at you, Mrs. Batley.

How's that.

Well, I thought you said you had a lot of responsibilities.

Looking after people, taking care of a home,

and going out cleaning.

I did.

Had years and years of it.

Could have done with a half a dozen pairs of hands sometimes.

Well, you can't leave it all stay here.

Can't I?

Who says I can't?

So long as I can remember they've been telling me what

I can do and what I can't do.

And no thanks for it.

Neither when I did what I could do.

Well, some of them can look after themselves

now for a change.

It will do them good.

You like it here, don't you, Ma?

When I first saw them children coming out of them fine houses,

and them mothers looking so nice and smiling,

and everything so clean and pretty, I got have cried.

I fancy, I dreamt about it once, when I was a girl.

And all them bright streets.

And the gardens.

And the children's faces.

I remember being quite upset at the time.

Thinking it was nothing but a dream just tormenting myself,

was you might say.

But it ain't.

It's real.

It's here.

Behave yourself, young man.

Well, I suppose you're delighted.

Yes, I'm delighted.

Dorothy.

[ECHO]

Are you going to give him a break?

I don't know what you mean.

I hope at the time I get back you'll have got rid

of the body.

They say that's the most difficult part.

Dorothy, where have you been?

I've been here, waiting for you.

I wish you'd stayed on.

I want to get away from here.

I want to go home.

But why should we go?

You know, if you'd only stayed on a little and seen--

I saw all I wanted to see.

And I told you what I thought about it.

Yes, but my dear.

I tell you, I hate it.

I hate it, I loath it.

But why, Dorothy?

Why, do you?

It's silly.

It's common.

Common?

It seems to me very uncommon.

Oh, you know what I mean, Malcolm.

And everyone looking so pleased with themselves.

Well, why shouldn't they look pleased with themselves.

There's something to look pleased about.

I was asking one chap--

Oh, don't go on and on about them.

I saw what they were like.

I've got eyes and ears as well as you.

Not when you don't want to, you haven't.

What does that mean?

It means, since you made up your mind,

you wouldn't like this city and all the people in it.

I don't know why?

It was as strange to me, at first, as it was to you.

But I wanted to find out about it.

And you didn't.

You had made up your mind. Well.

And now you are ready to make up my mind for me.

You want to make me dislike it too.

And you can do that, Dorothy, do you see, I won't have it.

You'll do anything rather than ever admit that you were wrong.

Or try to change yourself.

Or open your heart and mind and be generous.

You hate me now, don't you, Malcolm?

No. I don't.

But I easily could.

You've done this before, but this is the worst.

And I won't get bullied and cheated

out of what I think and feel.

I like that place and those people.

It's a much better place than we've ever known before

and they're much better people.

They're alive.

They're doing the things I've always wanted people to do.

I'm going to help them.

Malcolm.

[ECHO]

Malcolm.

Malcolm, don't leave me.

Malcolm.

All right, Dorothy.

Don't cry.

Malcolm.

Oh, Malcolm.

All right, Dorothy.

Malcolm, you were going to leave me.

Well, I haven't left you.

I'm here.

You don't love me.

Yes I do.

Oh, I know I'm silly.

And sometimes I behave stupidly.

But somehow, I can't help it.

Sometimes, I hate myself.

Sometimes, I wish I were dead.

[ECHO]

[INAUDIBLE] said that.

Somehow, he knew.

He said, haven't you ever wished you were nice and safely dead,

Mrs. Stritton?

I don't see how he could know that.

Especially about me.

But, somehow, he did.

I don't think I'm going to like it when we get back.

Malcolm, you are coming back with me?

Yes, I'm coming back with you.

You know the way back? Yes.

I know the way back.

Oh, darling, you are good to me.

You'll forget all this.

I'll do everything I can to make it better.

We'll try and meet more people.

The sort of people you like.

I'll make friends.

Now, I know I don't find it easy but I'll make friends.

It'll all be different.

You'll see.

You'll see.

Timed it all right, haven't I?

Yes.

Come along, Malcolm.

Well, I knew it would happened, but I'm sorry.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

You may see me again.

It will be all right if I did.

But I don't think that's likely.

You never know.

I might remind you of what you've seen and heard today.

Don't go dead and cold on it.

Keep it warm and alive inside, pal.

All the best.

Malcolm?

And all the best to you too, pal.

Malcolm?

Perhaps you could leave the bank altogether.

I'm sure Mr. Cudworth will give you a job.

I don't want to work for him.

Oh, but Malcolm. Drop it, Dorothy.

I'm coming back.

That's enough.

Yes, Malcolm.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Well, Alice, you made it.

Oh, I could kill you.

What for?

For making me come out.

Well, why did you?

Because I'm a woman and a damn fool.

Go on.

I don't go on from there.

I've said enough.

Too much.

You liked it down there?

You know I did.

It's good, isn't it?

It's what I've always hoped for.

What I've always believed was somewhere round the corner,

if we could only find it.

And there it is.

I've always hoped that men and women could

live like that if they tried.

Life hadn't got to be a dog fight round a dust bin.

We made it like that.

But it needn't be like that.

No it needn't be like that.

Here, they don't work to keep themselves out of the gutter.

They work because they got something big and exciting

to do.

They can see their life growing.

They're building it up and they're enjoying it all.

You told us this morning, before we

went down there, that you didn't believe in this and that--

I know.

I take it all back.

I've seen it for myself.

Those kids.

Do you remember, Joe?

I shall never forget it.

Not for a single minute, as long as I live, Alice.

I'm going to sit down now.

My knees are going.

Go on, Alice.

Go on?

I've said enough.

It's about time you started talking.

Not yet.

You've got to tell me.

You make it hard for a girl.

I must say, Joe.

I've taken the hard road too.

You'll see.

Before that door opened, when we were all up here talking,

I liked you a lot, Joe.

Only, I wished you believed in something.

Then, when we went down and saw what

it was like, you were different. you

were what I wanted you to be.

You were so eager and so happy.

You believed everything you saw and heard.

That's true, isn't it?

That's true, Alice.

So then, I knew I loved you, Joe.

I hoped you loved me.

You looked as if you did.

I did.

I still do.

Are you sure?

Certainly.

Oh, that's all right.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

I wasn't worried until it began to get late.

And I started looking for you.

And Asking about you.

And nobody seemed to know until I met Mrs. Batley.

She said you were up here, waiting for me, she said.

So I ran and ran.

I was blazing wild.

You heard me.

But I had to come out, if you'd come out, Joe.

It wouldn't have been at all the same with out you.

I had to be with you, Joe.

That's what I hoped.

That's why I waited and waited.

But, why?

I dare not go back, once I made up my mind to come out.

You see, I thought if I went back,

you'd persuade me to stay.

Or even if you didn't, I'd never have

guts enough to come out again.

But what's the matter with you?

Why shouldn't we stay?

For god's sake, don't tell me that this

isn't what you wanted, either.

Don't you see, somebody's got to go back.

No, I don't see.

Some of them have gone back, haven't they?

Yes.

Some of them have gone back.

And what good will it do anyone if they have?

You know when they say a word about this place,

they'll swear blind it's terrible.

So somebody's got to go back and tell the truth about it.

Yes, and that's got to be the bloke that I go and fall for,

and take myself out.

Just have to be, wouldn't it? Yes.

It must be.

That's just what it must be.

You wouldn't want a chap who could keep this to himself.

I see.

I've got to tell him.

I've got to go on telling them, day and night, whenever I am.

Whatever we are.

Whatever we are.

I've got to tell them.

We've got to tell them, Joe.

But how do we get back?

Well, how did we come here?

Some kind of miracle got us here.

If we're ready to go, it will get us back.

It's not going to be easy, you know, Alice, when we are back.

It will be a hard road.

Some of them will laugh and jeer just because they

don't want to understand.

They're frightened of losing some miserable little advantage

they've schemed and worked for.

They won't want to lose the whip hand they've got over somebody.

They'd rather have their little privilege

and prestige and an [INAUDIBLE] than take a chance

and share a life in a new world.

Some of them, poor devils, are so twisted and tormented

inside themselves that they envy and hate

other people's happiness.

We'll have to talk to plenty of them.

It's going to be tough.

You don't know the half of it.

Them that are all the smart boys.

The kind I was.

Who've had to take plenty and didn't know it's all rotten.

[INAUDIBLE] you can see it any better.

They get big laughs at your expense.

I know, I've been one of them.

And there are plenty of them too.

And that's not all, either, Alice.

There will be days.

Dark days.

Rainy days.

When nobody wants to listen.

When the butcher hasn't been paid

and the grocer looks at you sideways,

and you have nothing to smoke.

When they're asking you when you're

moving on to the next town.

And then we shant be sure, ourselves,

that we were ever here.

Joe, the light's going.

We must have one last look.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Must we go, Joe?

Can't we stay?

You could.

I must go.

You're not going without me.

Then, you can't stay.

I don't want to go back, Joe.

Take it easy, kid.

It'll seem so much worse when we get back.

No it won't, because, to begin with, we remember.

That's we've got to get back, because we are the ones who

have been and seen it all.

And then we'll hope.

And we'll keep on hoping.

And every time we see a spark, a vision, or hope in anybody,

we'll blow it into a blaze.

They'll tell us we can't change human nature.

That's the oldest excuse in the world for doing nothing,

and it isn't true.

We've been changing human nature for thousands of years.

But what you can't change in it, Alice, is man's eternal desire

and vision and hope of making the world a better place

to live in.

Where ever you go now, up and down across the seven seas

from Poplar to Chon King, you can see that desire

and vision and hope.

Bigger and stronger than ever before.

Beginning to light up men's faces.

Bringing the lift to their voices.

Not every man or every woman wants to, to cry out for it.

To work for it, to live for it.

If necessary, to die for it.

But there's one here, and one there.

There's a few down this street, a few down that street.

Until you begin to see there are millions of us.

Army's and army's of us.

Enough to build 10,000 new cities.

Like our city?

Yes.

Like our city.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Goodbye, my lovely city.

I don't know when I'll ever see you again.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Come on, Joe.

Let's get going.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

There you are.

That's how it is, you see?

Some like it.

Some won't.

Some are ready to go out and fight for it.

Yes.

You might hear them one night at the street corner.

I will listen, when I do.

Oh, Jimmy.

I believe we've convinced him.

Well, I must be on my way.

Good luck.

And thanks for listening.

Goodbye.

"I dream'd in a dream I saw a city

invincible to the attacks of the whole of the rest of the earth.

I dream'd that was the new City of Friends."

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