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Come on.

Jimmy, would you like me
to deliver the papers

while you go on reading?

Sorry, Mr. Hyams.

Doris!

Your father wants a cup of tea.

All right!

Do you have to pull the clothes off?

Sorry.

- Raining.
- It would.

"Dad wants a cup of tea!"

She wants one, she means, greedy old bag.

All right, Mum! I'm up!

I told you before, don't call her Mum.

I've got to call her something.
Anyway, Dad likes us to.

He's soft.
Must have been to ever marry 'er!

Vi! You've still got your frock on!

That's right. Tell the whole house.
I couldn't undress, I was so tight.

- Tight?
- Yes, tight. Stinking.

Vi!

What's it like? Did you go to a party?

Fella took me to a roadhouse.
Didn't get back till after three.

Doris!

Just going!

- Got a hangover?
- Yes.

I'll bring you a cup of tea.

The song we first sang

The first day that we met

That cool fragrant music

I'll never forget

That's quite a nice voice
you've got there.

Do you really think so?

Yeah. It's not at all bad.

Untrained, of course,
but I've got an eye for talent.

I've always wanted to sing in a band.

- Do you think I'd ever be good enough?
- Could be.

Tell you what, you enter for
that crooning competition at The Palace.

I'll teach you a thing or two
in the meantime.

If you win, we're all set to take you up
west for one of the big competitions.

I've got a lot of pals who'll help you,
if I give them the word.

Oh! I liked that tune!

It's a good number, bad arrangement.

Wish I had a record of it.

Come round to the shop in the morning,
I'll give you one.

- Take what you like.
- Oh, thanks!

- Enjoy yourself, kid?
- It's been lovely, Morry.

What time is it?

Two? Three?

Who cares?

Who cares? I got a key.

You've got everything.

Sam!

- Back again?
- Been here hours.

- Course.
- Three teas.

Better unload that lot quick.

They're not the sort of stuff
you can shove under the bed.

- Who are we gonna try, then?
- Not old Neesley.

Not after the way he did us last time.

- Diabolical liberty taker, he is.
- Ta, Sam.

Say we get half a dollar a pair.
What's a gross of half dollars?

About... about 20 quid.

18 quid, if we get it. Six quid each.

Soaked to the blinkin' skin.
A fine night's work.

This is what comes
of Whitey's information.

800 quid in the Peter? Sweet Fanny Adams!

If you get better information,
bring it along.

Mind if I have a butcher's, Sam?

I done a dog in the last at Harringey.

Tommy Swann's got his skates on.

That makes it perfect.

We'll be flogging this lot
with the law on every corner.

Ah! The Ritz!
Lovely weather for a manhunt.

Waste of time.

Tommy Swann won't be fool enough
to come near this manor.

"Smith," "Brown," "Smith."

"Williams." Did you ever feel
Whitey Williams' collar?

Punch-drunk that goes round
with Freddie Price and Dicey Perkins?

No. Why?

I've got a hunch they did
that warehouse last night.

What did they get?

The joke's on them.

The safe was empty.
They collected a gross of roller skates.

My oldest's been whining
for roller skates for his birthday.

If anyone offers you a pair cheap,
let me know.

I will not!

Where is that old bag?

All right!

Morning, Mrs. Spry.
Just having a look at your visitors' book.

I can see that. What do you want?

Extraordinary what a lot
of Smiths and Browns stay here!

I don't give 'em their ruddy names!

- Mind if we look at your guests?
- All the same if I do, I s'pose.

It's taking a ruddy liberty.
This is a respectable house.

Oh, I'm sure it is.

I'm not stopping here,
catching me death of cold.

One moment.

Do you remember this man?

Can't say I do. Who is he?

You might know him as Tommy Swann.
He was pinched here once.

Well, I can't remember the face
of every bloke what stays here.

He ain't here now.
I thought he was inside.

He was until yesterday,
but the naughty man ran away.

Ruddy good luck to him.

It's my duty to warn you,
if you're harboring this man...

I know!

I'll be rendering meself liable
to a term of imprisonment

not exceeding two years.

I still ain't seen him.
And I'm going back to bed.

Good night.

Get out of it! Bunch of bosses' lackeys!

Raining.

Always ruddy well rains on Sunday.

What was all that row
in your room last night?

Cat came in through the window,
knocked the chair over.

Sounded more like an elephant.

Thanks, girl.

You can get breakfast started.

All right.

Any murders?

Don't seem to be.

You'd have thought somebody
would have murdered somebody.

Bloke escaped from Dartmoor.

"Thousands of police throughout
the country were put on the alert tonight

as a nationwide net
was spread for a convict

who had made a daring escape
from Dartmoor.

The man is Thomas Edward Swann...

- Tommy Swann?
-who had served a sentence

of seven years' penal servitude

for robbery with violence."

Why? Do you know him or something?

Used to be a Tommy Swann
come into The Compasses.

I don't remember him.

Before you moved here, probably.

There's a photo of him here. Same bloke?

Yes. Same bloke.

Two light ales, please.

Two.

You look as if you need one.

Thanks.

All the best.

All you wish, yourself.

Ever get a night off?

Thursdays.

What do you do?

Nothing.

Why don't we do nothing together
one Thursday?

Go up west?

Why don't we?

I wish there was no such place
as Bethnal Green.

No pubs, no jobs.

There isn't. Not till tomorrow.

Present for a bad girl.

Tommy!

Oh, Tommy.

Do you really mean it?

I've got to go up north tomorrow,
on business.

Soon as I get back, eh?

Oh, dear. Is that the taxi already?

I'm afraid not, Rose.

What's the matter, guv?

It's Tommy Swann.

He's been arrested.

What do you mean, "arrested"?

Smash-and-grab raid.
They caught him in Manchester.

What's for breakfast?

Haddock.

...cannot be purchased under ten guineas.
I'll take nine guineas.

I'll take eight guineas.
I'll take three pound.

I'll take 45 shillings...

A nice one for a lady going away.
Tell you what.

I've got a big size
for a lady coming back.

Outsize? I've got one 'ere
with charabanc fittings, Mrs. Woman.

Any gentleman that loves his wife,
loves every acre of her.

Now, there's a cracker...

Now, ladies and gentlemen,

I've got the finest selection
in Petticoat Lane Market...

The last one! I've got another last one.

And this is the other last one...

Hiya, Sarge.

Hello, Slopey.

Looking for bargains? Or Tommy Swann?

Tommy Swann? Who's he?

Give yourself a break.

This isn't the usual police court stuff.

Front-page interview, that's what I want.

Thanks very much. The last time I was on
the front page of the East London Courier

was when Nick Henderson got damages
for wrongful arrest.

Mazel tov...

Ladies and gentlemen,

dusters that you can't buy
anywhere else in the world.

And the price, ladies and gentlemen,

comes within the reach
of every working man...

- Morning, Mrs. Wallis.
- Morning, Mr. Fothergill.

Want a pair of nylons for the wife?
Guaranteed stolen goods.

Not today. It's about an old friend
of yours, Tommy Swann.

Smart boy, Tommy.

First he gets away from me,
then he gets away from Dartmoor.

It's my duty to remind you that,
if you see him, you're to report the fact.

I'd shop Tommy Swann
soon as kiss your hand.

Good girl.

Mm. Governor
of the Duke of Teck won a badge.

I beat him when they came
and played us in the league.

19, 12, double top, I finished.

You and your darts.

Any errand you want done, Dad?

What are you onto now?

I want to earn another two shillings
to buy a mouth organ with.

You think I'm made of money?

Bertie Potts is going to buy one.

Nothing doing. You make
enough noise with your mouth as it is!

We'll have to find something
to cover that up with.

Vi, what did we do
with the blackout stuff?

It's in the Anderson.

- Get me a bit of it.
- Can't, me nails aren't dry.

Tarting yourself up
to meet your boyfriends!

Nice way to spend a Sunday morning.

It's all right. It's me.

Tommy.

Tommy!

You gotta help me, Rosie. I'm on the run.

I know. I've seen the paper.

Oh, you shouldn't have come here.

I've been on the run for 12 hours.

Had to hide somewhere till dark.

You're soaking!
You'll catch your death of cold.

I'll be all right if I can get some grub.

Haven't eaten since dinnertime yesterday.

I'll try. There're four of them inside.

I'll have to wait
until they've all gone out.

Just some grub, Rosie. That's all I want.

I've got to go back in.
They'll be wondering.

I'll come back soon as
they've all gone out.

Clumsy little fool.
Those plates cost money!

- And don't scowl at me.
- I wasn't scowling.

Call me a liar!

- What's up?
- Keep your kids in order!

You listen to her calling me a liar
and don't say a blinking word.

Sounds as if you both
want a dose of salts.

Good hiding, that's what she wants.

When you've finished the paper,
perhaps you can fix that for me.

I'll fetch you the scissors.

When you put them on,
you'll never regret...

Morning, Mr. Hyams.

Morning, Mr. Fothergill.

How's business?

Ah, so-so.

Much demand for roller skates these days?

So-so. Why?

Idle curiosity.

Well, mustn't waste any more of your time.

Your breakfast's on the table.

You tired, Morry?

What else should I be, working
till three o'clock in the morning?

Fresh cut! Take your pick!

Oi-oi! Lovely daffs!

I'll have some daffs, Bill.

Bob a bunch, Mrs. Hyams.
Take your pick, all fresh-cut.

You go to the dance last night?

Took Minnie Fraser out of Fielding Street.

She's a nice girl. You'll be
getting married one of these times.

Me and Minnie? Nothing like that!
Still, we enjoy ourselves.

I bet you did.
You must have had a late night.

I never stay late
when I'm grafting the next day.

Besides, the dance was all over at 12.

Course. I was forgetting.

Your old man
seemed to be enjoying himself.

Yes. He likes his work.

Here, I'll take the lot.

Coffee was cold.

Why didn't you make some fresh?

I work all day in the shop,
all night with the band

and I should make me own coffee.

You'll ask me to scrub the floors next.
What am I, a charwoman?

Where'd they come from?

Bill Hawkins' barrow.

I told you before not to buy
from the barrows. How much?

Six bob.

Six bob? I could have got 'em
for half a crown.

Maybe you could've, but you didn't.

If you want flowers, ask me.

Why buy 'em retail?
Anything you want, I can get wholesale.

Wholesale, retail. What's the difference?

What's the difference?

Saying it with flowers, Morry?

Hello, Lou.

Sadie's gone mad, absolutely meshuga.

Why else would she marry
a schlemiel like you?

She's a nice girl, Sadie.
You ought to get to know her some time.

I brought her some stuffed olives.
Put them under the counter.

- That's where they come from.
- Thanks, Lou.

Morry, would you be interested
in a gross of roller skates?

Roller skates?

Mm. You know, with wheels on.

What is this?
My wife buys a barrow load of flowers.

My brother sells me roller skates?

Am I supposed to play Santa Claus
to all the kids in Bethnal Green?

Sell 'em. That's what people do
in shops, so I'm told.

- You can have the whole lot, 15 quid.
- I can't afford to take risks.

Okay by me.

I don't stand to make anything.
Just trying to help some blokes.

Thought you might like to make something
towards that 50 quid you owe me.

Lou, I give you my word I haven't got it.

On my life, my Sadie's life,
the baby's life.

All right. Your life will do. So long.

Where you going?

To get some fresh air.
Don't worry. I'll get it wholesale.

You going to be all day with that bath?
Your dad's got to have his.

There's no hurry. It's early yet.

It's not a very neat-looking job.

I'll shove a bit of ply in instead.

Oh, George, that'll do for the time being.

Just as you like.

What's the matter?

Nothing. What do you mean?

You look sort of queer.

It's my heart. I've been getting
some nasty twinges lately.

Just plain wind, more likely.

Keep your sauce to yourself.

I won't be in to dinner.
Ted's taking me to Southend on the bike.

All right, then. Run along.

In this weather? Giddy life you two lead.

Water's hot.
You going to have your bath now?

Outside, you. You're underage.

Not you, kid.

You're legal, all right.

Thanks for nothing.

Well?

Sorry, Mr. Hyams.
Can't do it under a score.

- Ten now and ten after the fight?
- Mm-hmm.

Ta. Second round?

- I'll make it look artistic.
- Sure. Sure.

A kid like you shouldn't smoke so heavy.

- I'm getting the knack of it now.
- Don't get too good. You'll ruin me.

- Wait till I get that wristwatch.
- Present for the boyfriend?

- Nosy, aren't you?
- Same old story.

Boyfriend gets starvation wages
and you're a typist at the gasworks.

- How did you know where I work?
- A little bird told me.

She works there too. Stinks, eh?

Your cheesy watch is glued on.

Could be.

Smart kid like you ought to do better
for herself than the gasworks.

I bet you say that to all the girls.

Beauty parlor, now. You'd look good there.

I got a share in a place up west,
classy joint.

There's room for a girl like you,
if you're interested.

Interested in what?

Interested in a better job, of course.

This is strictly on the level.

Same like the watch.

Ooh, it's smashing!

My car's around the corner.
Can I give you a lift anywhere?

No, thanks, mister. I've got a date.

You were kidding about that job,
weren't you?

No. Anytime you like.
It's worth five quid a week with tips.

- I have to think about it.
- Sure.

- Ask your dad.
- Half a crown, tulips!

- Good-bye.
- Half a tick.

Half a crown a bunch!

Just to show there's no ill feeling
about the watch.

So long, kid.

Fresh cut this morning.
You got a bargain, Mr. Hyams.

- I've got a soft heart, that's all.
- Yeah, that's all.

Better hurry.
They'll be open in a couple of minutes.

Oh, there's plenty of time.
Brewery delivered yesterday.

- I'm off.
- What about it?

Sorry I spoke!

- Anything the matter, Rosie?
- No. Why?

You just don't seem yourself today.

I'm all right.

I expect you need a bit of a change,

being shut up in the house all day.

Tell you what! How 'bout us going out
somewhere this afternoon?

- Going out where?
- Anywhere you like. Pictures?

- Do us both good.
- I haven't time.

- I'm behind with my mending.
- Oh, leave it.

What? And have you grousing
about having holes in your socks?

Oh, well. Just as you like.
I thought it might do you good.

Come on, hop out of that bath.
I want to get on with my dinner.

Right you are.

I didn't know what to think.
The watch was on the level...

- The watch was on the level?
- Oh, yes.

I thought those machines were fixed,
but they can't be.

- Look! Isn't it smashing?
- Yeah.

And tomorrow there'll be
a smashing fur coat.

And next week, a smashing little flat
over the beauty parlor.

All strictly on the level!

- Ted, what are you insinuating?
- I ain't insinuating anything.

If you think Lou Hyams goes around

giving girls jobs and flowers
for their own good, you're crazy.

You think he's a welfare officer?

All I know about Lou Hyams, he's
got brains enough to see through you.

- He has, has he?
- I'll thank you not to shout at me,

seeing as I'm not deaf.

You couldn't take that job, anyway.

Why not? I can suit myself, can't I?

No, you can't.
It's 'im or me, now get that clear.

I can do without both of you, thanks.

So can I too.

Hey! Just a minute!

You've forgotten Lou Hyams' daffodils.

Seen my pipe cleaners anywhere?

Get along, for goodness sake.
You're in my way.

Fine thing, master of the house
turned out of his own kitchen!

- Tommy.
- Yes?

When I say now, make a run for the house.

Now.

Morning, Mrs. Sandigate.

Morning, Mrs. Watson.

Nice weather for ducks and aspidistras!

Well, I must go and get the dinner on.

What you got today?

Beef.

I got a nice bit of lamb and mint sauce.

I never think lamb's
quite the same without mint sauce.

No, nor do I. I really must go
and get mine in the oven.

What was that?

Woman next door.

It's okay. I'm sure she didn't see.

I can get you some hot food in a bit.

There won't be anybody back
till dinnertime.

Is there anything I can have now?

Bread and marge.

That'll do.

It's cold in that shelter.

You'll die of cold, going out there again.

Too bad.

I've been thinking.

You could go upstairs to the bedroom.

- Huh?
- It's the safest place. You can get some--

- You said there'd be no one back.
- Shut up and hide.

What are you doing back?
I thought you were going out all day.

Ted was kept on a job at the garage.

I want a vase for these.

There isn't one in there.

Yes, there is, the blue china.

Seeing you're back
you can make yourself useful.

I forgot the cheese ration.
Run round to the lane to get it.

Okay. Where do you want these put?

On the dresser, I should think.

How long's that hot grub gonna be?
The sooner I get out the better.

Not long. Go upstairs, like I said.
I'll be able to dry your clothes.

I'll get you out this evening,
as soon as he's gone to the pub.

It'll be dark by then. Come on, Tommy.

You've got to get some sleep
if you're gonna make a run for it tonight.

Okay. Suppose your old man
wants a nap after dinner.

Always has his nap downstairs.

I'll lock you in, keep the key on me.

Get those wet things off.

You can put these on while I dry 'em.

Your back!

- Was that...?
- Yes, it was.

Pretty, isn't it?
That's what you look like after the cat.

Some time after. Just after,
you look like a lump of raw meat.

When I come out the hospital...

Them nice, kind people send you
to hospital when they're finished.

When I come out,
I used to lie in bed and feel them scars

and swear I'd beat 'em
and get out of there.

And I got out.

Here, just you feel 'em.

I don't want to feel them.
I don't want to look at them.

Seems funny,
me sleeping in your old man's bed.

What's he like?

He's all right.

He's decent to me.

Why'd you come here, Tommy?

I reckoned they'd think
I wouldn't come to the East End.

To me, I mean.

I reckoned you wouldn't let me down.

I've got to get away, Rose.
I still had three years to do.

If they get me, I've lost me remission.

I'll do meself in,
sooner than go back there.

I'll get you some food.

Thank you, Mr. Hyams.

- Morning, Mr. Hyams.
- Morning, Edie.

Those are on me. I'll 'ave me usual.

No sale.

Sorry.

He's too broke or too scared.

You wouldn't take 'em yourself?
Let you have 'em for 12.

Don't tempt me.

I tried to help you out,
but you know I never play crooked.

- Cheerio.
- Good luck.

Good luck.

S'pose you boys are stone cold.

- Not got half a dollar.
- That ain't worth a light.

Pay me back when you get
shot of the stuff.

- Ta, Lou.
- Thanks, Edie.

Well, I got to blow.

So long.

He's a good boy.
Don't forget, we owe him a oncer.

Yeah, better go round to see
old Neesley this afternoon.

Then the kid comes back with a right hook,
and Bob's your uncle!

Hope I'm not intruding, boys.

Oh, good morning, Mr. Fothergill.
Have a drink?

- You know what you can do with...
- We don't mind if we do.

- I'll have a large Scotch.
- Yeah. Me too.

You boys are getting expensive tastes.
Beer turned sour?

Any self-respecting beer'd turn sour...

You know how it is, Mr. Fothergill.

We couldn't drink common beer
with you, could we?

Couldn't you? Four bitters, please, Edie.

You're very quiet, Dicey.
Still tongue makes a wise head?

- Been doing any driving lately?
- Driving? No, of course not.

How can I drive with me gammy leg?
It's hard enough to walk.

You've got a driving license
up-to-date, though.

I'm working in the market now.

I never know when I may
have to do a bit of driving.

Even if it does hurt me leg.

- Who are you working for?
- Me cousin.

Oh, I see. Which cousin is that?

- Me oldest cousin.
- Oh, I see.

By the way, somebody did a warehouse
in Great Mansell Street last night.

Drove a van load of kids' skates
out of the yard.

The van was dumped near Hackney marshes.

There were fingerprints
on the steering wheel.

- Good luck.
- Good luck.

Good luck.

Nothing remarkable about that, is there?

Fingerprints on every steering wheel,
isn't there?

You're right, Freddie. Dead right.
I never thought of that.

'Ere, why aren't you out

looking for Tommy Swann
instead of mucking about in boozers?

It's easier to catch three little sprats
than one large whale.

Cheerio. Be seeing you.

There's another one here...

The gospel ship is sailing along

Nice singing! Shut up!
I'll do you an' all!

Right, sir.
I'll order that for you right away.

Run along, sonny,
unless you want to buy something.

I want one of those mouth organs.

Drifting to your doom
Drifting to your doom

In the ship there's left but little room

Sixpence short.

Mister, can't I owe you sixpence?
I'll bring it in next Sunday.

Get another sixpence, sonny,
then you can have a mouth organ.

Join the happy throng saved forevermore

You are drifting, drifting to your doom

Drifting to your doom
Drifting to your doom

Well, well. Look what the wind's blown in.

- Am I glad it isn't the landlord!
- Good morning, Morry.

Morning... What can I do
for Your Ladyship this morning?

You promised to play me some records,
or don't you remember?

Do I remember?

Step inside.

The treetops are swaying

The soft wind is playing

That beautiful theme without words

The wet leaves are...

When is that competition
you were talking about?

We'd better go a bit slow on that.

The voice is there.
The personality's there.

- We'll have to improve the diction.
- I see.

Standard's getting higher all the time.

You've got to be pretty good
if you want to get anywhere these days.

Right, sonny. Run along.

Kissing my sister, eh?

I'll tell your mother. She told you
not to come round the market.

- I'll tell Dad about you kissing that man.
- Don't tell lies.

- You saw 'em, didn't ya?
- Yeah.

Now, sonny. You wouldn't want
to get your sister into trouble.

- Yes, I would.
- I want that mouth organ.

I've got the sixpence now.

I want a mouth organ, too,
but I haven't got any money.

Will you be a good boy
if I give you a mouth organ free?

Yes.

Don't you want me to be a good boy too?

Thanks, mister.

What a morning! Think he'll say anything?

I'll skin him if he does.

I'll get your records, miss.

- Nasty morning, isn't it?
- Very.

Anything more you require, miss? Needles?

No, thank you. Good day.

Good morning, miss.

Quite a lot of records
for sixpence ha'penny.

She didn't pay cash.
She's... just opened an account.

I see.
She opened it last night, I suppose.

I don't follow.

There was no extension
to the dance last night.

Such a fuss!
Did I say there was an extension?

Me and the boys were rehearsing
a bunch of new numbers.

Now, look, Morry, I know all about
you and your little shiksas.

I've known a long time,
even if I haven't said anything.

But I'm not going to have them
come into my house.

- But, Sadie...
- Morning.

Yes, madam?

There you are.

Smells good.

It's only vegetables and gravy.
Daren't cut the joint. But it's hot.

I put your clothes to dry.

This and dry clothes, I'll be all right.

I could do with some money though.

15 bob of the housekeeping left
you can have.

Thanks, but 15 bob won't take me far.

- Where are you making for?
- Docks.

Try and get a boat to Cape Town.

You'd better take that.
You can sell it or pawn it.

Nice stone.

- Yes.
- Ought to fetch quite a bit.

- Won't he notice it's gone?
- Doesn't know I've got it.

Huh? Where'd you get it?

Had it given.

Don't answer it. Let them go.

I've got to answer it.
I daren't not answer it.

You heard! Don't answer it!

I've got to answer it.
They'll tumble the whole thing if I don't.

Mrs. Sandigate?

- Yes.
- I'm a police officer.

I've come to see you about a man
known as Tommy Swann.

He escaped from Dartmoor yesterday.

I understand that you and he
used to be on friendly terms.

Tommy Swann?

Yes. It was while I was working
at The Compasses.

He used to come in quite a lot.
Haven't seen him for years.

Even then, it's possible he might
turn up and ask you to help him.

Think so?

It's my duty to warn you
that aiding an escaped criminal

is punishable with two years' hard labor.

Catch me getting into trouble
over a cheap crook like Tommy Swann.

It's just a formality, Mrs. Sandigate.

- No offense intended.
- And none taken.

Police? Whatever did they want?

- Wireless license.
- I thought Dad had paid it.

Then you thought wrong.

It doesn't look very fresh,
but it's all they had.

Don't give it to me. Put it in the dish!

Get the dinner on the table.
I've got enough to do.

All right.

That smells good.

Nothing like a game of darts to give you
an appetite. What we got today?

- Beef.
- Oh. Half a mo.

Ta.

- You've come into money?
- I've been saving up.

Didn't know you knew how.

Thought you were going out.
Something wrong with love's young dream?

Ted was kept on a job at the garage.

He's a twerp.
Don't know why you don't give him the air.

Ted's all right. Pity you can't find
a decent chap like him, my girl.

-'Ere! Where'd you get that?
- A man gave it to me.

- Likely! If you pinched it, I'll...
- A man gave it to me, honest.

- You ask Vi.
- That's right, Dad.

It was in the shop
when I was buying the records.

The man said he'd throw it in,
seeing I was a good customer.

Petticoat Lane isn't what it was
if they start giving things away.

There's a big plate missing.
I can't find it anywhere.

- Take a pudding plate, then.
- I have.

- A bit overdone, Rosie.
- If you don't like it, don't eat it.

You know, Lou, it's good to see you home.

You're a stranger, almost.

I must come round more often.

I'd nearly forgotten
what good strudel Bessie makes.

You ought to pack up the shop,
move out of the East End.

Why? You're in the removal business now,
as well as pin tables and bookmaking?

And where should we move?

Stamford Hill, like Uncle Nathan.

Your Uncle Nathan, yeah, yeah.
A great big house like a castle.

A big motorcar like a charabanc.
He hasn't paid for either of them.

What's wrong with the East End anyway?

- It smells.
- Certainly, it smells.

Of markets and fish shops and pubs.

And clubs to keep the boys
and girls out of 'em?

That's not what the clubs are for.
At least, ours isn't.

- I'll tell you something, Lou...
- All right, Bessie.

Get off your soapbox, eh?

Bessie and her club! What do you think?

They will turn the old hall
into a fine new gymnasium.

What about a subscription
from the wealthy member of the family?

How much do you want?

Altogether, £50.

Might be able to manage a fiver.

Depends how much I win
on Chuck Evans' fight this afternoon.

If Mr. Evans wins.

Loses. I'm paying him to take a dive.

In that case,
the club will get along without your £5.

Dirty money! Ach, Lou!

Does the color of the money matter

if it's to be devoted
to a beautiful, noble cause?

Well, I gotta blow.

Thanks for the dinner, Bessie.

It's no good asking if you've had a visit
from an old friend today?

If you're insinuating anything
about Tommy Swan...

He might be in need of
a little light refreshment.

We don't cater for the criminal classes,
Mr. Fothergill.

Turned over a new leaf, have you?

There's such a thing as the law of libel.

Such a thing as ham too.
None in this sandwich.

Hiya, Joe. Sausage roll, please.

Great minds think alike, eh, Sarge?

Been grilling Joe about Tommy Swann?

And how.

Be a real guy, Joe. Give us the dope.

Tommy Swann was 'ere this morning.

He was wearing dark glasses
and a long black beard.

What...?

Nothing.

What's "diction"?

Well, it's the way you speak,
aitches and things.

Talking nicely, like the announcers
on the wireless. Why?

Nothing. Just wondered. What you knitting?

- Pair of socks.
- Who for? Ted?

No, Dad.

- You and Ted had a row?
- No.

Well, yes. Someone offered me a job
and Ted thinks he isn't on the level.

Who?

- Mr. Hyams.
- Who?

You know, runs that arcade.

That's fair enough.

What?

Oh, nothing.

Can't see in this glass.
Where's my mirror?

- Have you taken it?
- No.

Rosie borrowed it, most likely.

What are you playing at,
making all that row?

Your door's locked.
Have you got my mirror? I want it back.

- Well, you can't have it back.
- It was my own mother's!

- I've gotta have it back!
- Come out of it!

Come out of it, I tell you.

My new dress! Look at it!
You've ruined it!

- You rotten fat cow!
- What did you call me?

Stop it, you two.

Keep out of this, Doris!

What's going on here? You all gone mad?

Look what she's done to my new dress!

I'll teach you to call me
a rotten fat cow!

Lay off, you two. Doris, what happened?

- She tore my dress and hit me.
- Shut up. I didn't ask you. I asked Doris.

What happened, Doris?

She borrowed Vi's hand mirror
and Vi wanted it back, that's all it was.

Rose, why don't you let her
have her mirror back?

Who's stopping her?
Let her go in and get it.

- How can I? Your door's locked.
- It is not.

Sticks with the damp, that's all.

You'd better get some clothes on.

Better make her buy me a new dress!

I've got something to say to you.

You didn't get in till three o'clock,
and you were drunk.

- I never...
- Shut up! I've given you a free run.

I thought I could trust you
to behave decent. I was wrong.

- Dad...
- No, Doris.

You can't help her with any more lies.
Well, it's got to stop.

You'll be in at ten and tell me
where you've been and who with.

You can't treat me like that.
I'm grown up.

Not so grown up I can't tan your hide
if you don't do as I say.

Now get some clothes on.

That's the blasted limit!
Did you tell him about me coming in late?

- Of course not.
- I bet you did.

- You're all against me.
- Vi, I didn't!

Oh, get out of here and leave me alone.

And the brave little boy said,
"Don't you come in here!"

And the lion said,
"I'm going to eat you all up!"

- Morry Hyams speaking.
- Morry?

- Oh. Who's that?
- It's me, Vi.

Oh, hello. How's tricks?

I've walked out.
I've had an awful row with Rosie and Dad.

- Oh. That's too bad.
- When can I see you and talk to you?

Well, er... It's not easy, you know.

You've got to help me, Morry.
I've got nowhere to go, no money.

I've got to find a room somewhere.

Well, look, Sid,

come round to The Palace this evening,
we'll talk it over.

I'll see what I can do. Right, good-bye.

That was Sid Feiner.
Lost his job through being sick.

Wants me to take him into the band.

Must have been a very bad sickness
to give Mr. Feiner a soprano voice.

You Lou Hyams?

Not just now, son.
Business before pleasure.

It's about Doris Sandigate.

- Nice kid.
- I want her to stay that way, see?

- Does you credit.
- Now, look 'ere, Lou Hyams.

She told me about that job,
and I'm warning you. Lay off.

Excuse me.

Come on, Brown!

Look, sonny,
why don't you get your facts straight

before you start belly-aching?

The first thing I told Doris?
She's got to get the old man's okay.

George Sandigate's known me
since I was in short pants.

If he says nothing doing,
nothing doing it is.

Since you're so keen to muck up
the kid's chances, it's okay by me.

I don't want to muck up her chances.

Not if they're the right chances.

Look, I've been watching that kid.
She's got style, acts like a lady.

The kind we need
for a class joint like ours.

But for me, personally? No, thanks.

I like mine free and easy with nothing
to lose they didn't ought to lose.

Looks like I made a mistake, Mr. Hyams.

Say no more about it, son.

Six, seven, eight,

nine, out.

A very plucky loser!

You think I ought to stick on
at the old gasworks?

Every time.

Well, thanks very much, Mrs. Hyams.

Not at all, Doris. Come again soon.

Afternoon.

- Why, Mr. Hyams, isn't it?
- That's right.

My sister told me you needed
a hand with this gymnasium.

- I thought this might help.
- Thanks very much.

Cup of tea, please.

Lou. What are you doing here?

I didn't know you knew Doris Sandigate.

I didn't know you knew her either.

Small world.

She told me about that job.
I've warned her off.

Warned her off? What for?

You were on the make for her, weren't you?

You'll never know now.

Mr. Hyams! Magnificently generous of you.

Boys and girls, attention, please.

Mr. Hyams here has made us
a magnificent donation of £50

for our new gymnasium.

I want you to give him
three rousing cheers.

- Hip, hip!
- Hooray!

- Hip, hip!
- Hooray!

- Hip, hip!
- Hooray!

You boys.
Stop desecrating the Sabbath like that!

Afternoon. Mr. Neesley in?
We'd like to see 'im on business.

Sorry, but Mr. Neesley don't see anybody
on business on Sunday.

Yeah, but this is important.
This is secret and highly confidential.

Can't you see I'm talking to the lady?

Well, I'll try.

No need to take it out on me
in front of the old mare.

- Made me look a right mug, you did.
- Your mother did that.

Or your father. I'm not sure which.

Oi!

What does this mean, coming here
in broad daylight Sunday afternoon?

Do you think I want this house known
as a rendezvous for jailbirds?

Just a minute, bees knees.
Not so much of the jailbird stuff.

You've been glad enough
to see us in the past.

Now, you don't want to know us. Okay.

We'll pass the news round
you're going out of business.

I'm sorry, boys. I lost me temper.

I can't afford to take risks, you know.

No, but we can, can't we?
Don't matter about us, does it?

Aw, don't let's fall out
over a few hasty words.

What have you brought this time?

We've got a gross of those.
They sell at 15 bob a pair.

Mm, very nice.

Very nice, indeed.
But my skating days are over.

Don't waste my time.
I can't use stuff like that.

Mr. Neesley, you've got to take the rough
with the smooth sometimes.

We're doing a job at Chingford on Tuesday.

We only want something to tide us over.

Well, if you boys are hard-pressed,
I don't mind helping you out.

What were you thinking of asking?

We thought a couple of handfuls.

Ten pounds?

Oh, really!

No... The most I could possibly
offer you boys would be...

five pounds.

'Ere, if you're...

Well?

Okay.

Five nicker it is.

On delivery.

Have 'em round in the morning.

Now stop arguing.
Do you want to prefer a charge or not?

Oi! Get out of it!

Shh.

- Oh. It's you.
- Talk quiet.

He's asleep downstairs.
How are you feeling?

Better.

Fine.

Well, you don't look too fine, even now.

When I think of what
you used to look like.

With your smart suits and your fancy ties
and your manicures.

What have you got out of it,
except those scars on your back?

I was dead unlucky.

First time, I was shopped.
They had me taped after that.

Then I made a mistake,
tried a different kind of job.

If I'd stuck to smash 'n' grab,
I'd have been all right.

Maybe.

- Don't do that!
- I've been away a long time, Rose.

- You mustn't do it!
- Well, you used to love me.

You bleedin' fool. Why d'you think
I'm doing all this for you?

- Because I used to love you?
- Do you still, then?

Oh, I don't know.

I don't know anything today.

After you came out the first time
and you didn't come and see me,

I decided I'd forget all about you.

It was just then that George
asked me to marry him

and I thought, "Why not?

He's been good to me,
and I'll play fair with him."

Only now and then,
something would make me remember.

It was like when I saw your photograph
in the paper this morning.

I'd remember every moment
we'd ever had together.

Oh, Tommy!

I'll come back.

Mum! Mum! Where are ya?

Mum, what d'yer think? There was
a man with a barrow of flowers...

- What is it this time?
- There was a man with a barrow of flowers.

A car came round the corner
and knocked it clean over.

Pity he didn't knock you over too.
Now, you go out and stay out.

- How 'bout a cuppa, eh?
- All right.

Salvation!

Salvation!

Is good for me, good for you

Salvation!

Salvation!

Is here for me, here for you...

Good evening. Mr. Neesley at home?

- He is not.
- What a shame.

I've got a warrant to search the premises.

- Good luck.
- Good luck.

- Nearly skint again.
- Yeah. Nearly skint again.

What do we do with all our money?

Money? What we're getting for them skates?
That ain't money.

Tell the world. Why don't you get
on the counter and shout?

That ain't money.
That's chicken feed. That's peanuts.

- Old Neesley's a ruddy old thief.
- And a ruddy old 'umbug.

Him and his church organ.

Sunday evenings,
don't he always go down to Bow?

That's right. Plays the harmonium
at the Seaman's Mission. Why?

-'Cause I'm gonna do 'im.
- Shut up!

I tell you, I'm gonna do 'im!

I'm gonna do 'im, good and proper.

Not just for the sake
of putting the boot in.

Don't forget,
he always carries a century in 'is sky.

That's clever. Robbery with violence.

- Know what you can get for that?
- The cat.

Just the same, I'm gonna do 'im.

I'm gonna do 'im real right.
Dirty old thief. I'm gonna do 'im.

Evening, boys.
Where's the third musketeer?

- Huh?
- Where's your pal' Whitey?

How should we know, Mr. Fothergill?
Gone to church, I expect.

Of course. Never mind.
Will you boys have one for the road?

- We ain't going anywhere.
- Oh, yes, you are.

You're coming round
to the station with me.

- If you're still looking for a story...
- Thanks very much. I'm not.

Evening, precious. I'll have a large gin.

Doris, I've been looking all over for you.

Same here.
Your landlady wouldn't let me in.

She said it wasn't that kind of house.

She can go and chase herself.

Have you caught a cold?

Can't be helped.

I wanted to say I was sorry.

You've got nothing to be sorry about.

Oh, yes, I have.
I've seen Lou Hyams. He's okay.

Well!

So I take back all I said.

But I've seen his sister
and she says he's not okay.

So I was gonna take back all I said.

Well, I'll be...

Come on.
I'll make you a nice, hot cup of tea.

No, you will not, Mr. Edwards.

- Now, look here...
- Never mind, Ted.

I'd better run you home.

Can't we still go to the pictures
or something?

I don't know. What time is it?

It's only ten past seven.

Here.

Never mind.
Make up for it next Sunday, eh?

I'm afraid this table's engaged.

- I want to give you a few tips.
- What?

You're going to run Morry's home
when I leave, aren't you?

- Well, I...
- You see,

he's got some funny little ways
I think you ought to know about.

He was spoilt as a child.
Won't do a thing for himself.

Thinks nothing of making you
get up in the middle of the night

to get him a hot water bottle.

He has to have tea in bed every morning.

And he's so fussy about his appearance.

Why he should be
with those short legs, I don't know.

Even his dress shirts,
I have to wash at home.

Of course, quite often one can get
the lipstick off with bread crumbs.

- But...
- Hello, Morry. We were talking about you.

As I was saying,
about the housekeeping money,

it's no good going through his pockets,
he hides his money.

- Don't you, Morry?
- Sadie, why do you say such things?

Because I'm leaving you, Morry.

What do you mean, leaving?

Leaving. Good-bye.

- But, Sadie...
- Here, what about me?

- What am I going to do?
- Oh, leave me alone!

- Cor!
- It's just a matter of practice.

- Let me try.
- All right, then.

George, it's time he went to sleep.

Mum, I was just learning how!

You heard what I said, Alfie.

- Good night.
- Good night, Mum.

- Night, Son.
- Good night, Dad.

Remember, Rosie?
Florrie Ford sang it, Hackney Empire.

- Did she?
- Mm.

Time we was off to The Compasses.

Mind if I don't come tonight?

Got a bit of a headache.
All that fuss this afternoon.

Nice drop of Guinness soon put that right.

It's always so stuffy and smoky
at The Compasses.

Rather stay here quiet, if you don't mind.

Oh, poor old girl.

All right, then. I'll stay too.

Ooh, can't. I forgot.
Promised to play in the Buffaloes match.

You and your darts.

I'm going to be late.

Like me to bring you
a bottle of Guinness back?

- Yes, do. It'll be nice.
- All right, then.

A lot older than you, isn't he?

15 years.

You'll need a shirt.

- Evenin', Mr. Sandigate.
- Evenin', Edie. Pint, please.

Where's Mrs. S this evening?
She deserted us?

No, just didn't feel like turning up.
Been a bit poorly all day.

- Oh. Nothing serious, I hope.
- No, I don't think so.

Thank you.

She'll be 'aving a good cry
over old times, I dare say.

I don't get you, precious.

Maybe that's why
she didn't feel like turning out.

Used to be a friend of Tommy Swann.

- Who? Him?
- No, 'er. Mrs. Sandigate.

Met in this bar. Crazy about him, she was.
Nearly married him.

Yeah? Now, she could give me
a real human interest story.

- Give you a black eye, more likely.
- Listen, precious.

When I want a story, I get it.

- What's the address?
- Hm! No 'arm in trying.

-26 Coronet Grove.
- Be seeing you.

Shot, George!

Now's your chance, George.

That badge'll look fine on that suit,
George.

- Oh, well done, George!
- Pints all round, Edie!

I knew I'd get it one day.

Pity Rose wasn't here to see it, though.

Well, thanks, Rosie.

Try and let me know where you get to.

If I make it,
I'll send you a card signed Bill.

If I don't make it, you won't need a card.

Just my luck.

All I can do is help you get some place
where I'll never see you again.

If I get fixed up abroad,
you can come out.

It's too late.

Why?

Just too late, that's all.

Ten years too late.

Anyhow, you don't really mean it.

You might think you do
just at this moment, but you don't really.

No, you'll... get to Cape Town
or wherever it is and...

find yourself a girl.

Just send me a postcard, that's all.

Good-bye, Tommy.

Now, scarper
before I make a fool of myself.

- Bloke.
- Cop?

Dunno. You get out quick. I'll stall him.

- Does Mrs. Sandigate live here?
- That's right.

I'd like to see her, please.

Alfie, get back to bed this minute.

- Mrs. Sandigate?
- Yes?

I want to talk to you about Tommy Swann.

You can't go. You've got to tell them
you made me hide you.

- Let go of me.
- I won't. You've got to tell them.

Sadie, Sadie. Sadie, stop.

Sadie, you can't walk out on me like this.

Why not?

Sadie, you can't. What shall I do?

You'll find some little shiksa
to wait on you. Why should I worry?

Listen, Sadie.
I've been bad to you, I admit, but...

Sadie, please don't leave me.
Don't leave me, Sadie, please.

Hey, stop! Stop!

Sadie, the car.

Mrs. Sandigate.

26 Coronet Grove.

Right, Slopey. Thanks for the tip.

Stolen car.

This is it. George, get that out.

Add, "Driver believed to be Tommy Swann."

Get down to 26 Coronet Grove.
Pick up Mrs. Sandigate.

- Tommy Swann.
- I need dough. Lots of dough.

- How much you collect?
- Well, here's a 20 for you, Tom.

Thanks. That's big of you, chum.

Have you seen...?
Whitey Williams, I want you!

Hold him.

I never did it.

I recognizes it's Tommy Swann.
I wouldn't do the old boy...

I suppose he gave you the watch
and chain as a consolation prize.

Come off it, Whitey.
Whistle up another man.

Get a doctor to examine the body.
Talk about all the usual.

Take Williams to the station.

Straight on, soon as you can.

There he goes! Back!

Better go back.

Right, Sergeant.
I'll warn the men. Come inside.

Everybody listen, please.

There's an escaped convict
somewhere in the yard.

He's wearing trousers and shirt,
no jacket.

If you see him, report immediately.

Needle in a haystack.
Had a Home Guard exercise here.

Whole company looking for me all night.
Never got a smell of me.

Come on!

Better spread out.

They caught him.

Out near Leyton.

It was before I met you.

I had to help him.

Don't worry about that now.

You've got to get well quickly.

How are we going to get along without you?

Alfie.

I left him by himself. He was frightened.

He's all right.

The girls are back looking after him.