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Not tonight he won't!

Not if I can help it!

♪ ...and over the sea ♪

♪ That it wasn't a beauty ♪

♪ That made me fall for her ♪

♪ That made me in love with the Rose of Tralee ♪

♪ She was lovely and fair ♪

"♪" As the flowers of the summer ♪

Help!

Help! Help!

Do you think she'd know me again if she...

I had to hit her, Walshy, she wouldn't leave go.

- I don't like it none, Walshy. - Ah, shut up!

Give me that bag.

How much is there?

Twenty-five bob. We'll go fifty-fifty.

Here you are, fifteen bob for me, ten bob for you.

Oh, thanks a lot, Walshy.

Cor, she didn't half scream, didn't she?

Gah, silly old cow!

That copper must've been just round by the pub.

So what?

Come on, let's get out of here.

Here...

you take this, I don't want it.

Alright, alright, what are you scared about?

I ain't scared, only...

I wish you'd do the coshing sometimes, Walshy.

Now, listen.

I do the planning and you do the coshing and we go fifty-fifty.

That's fair, innit?

- Yeah, sure, Walshy. - Alright then.

Now, shut up!

OK.

And remember, if your mum asks, we stayed to see the big picture round again.

OK.

Cor, you got it all sewn up, ain't you, Walshy?

I know the game.

I'll bet them coppers ain't half in a state, eh?

Coppers! Bit of brain, that's all you need.

Fool the coppers any day.

Come on.

Now, just a minute you two. Where have you boys come from?

Been to the pictures. Any objection?

Do you recognise them, constable?

I wouldn't swear to it, sir, but I'm fairly certain.

What time did you leave the cinema?

I dunno, what time was it, Walshy?

About ten minutes ago.

Now we're off home.

- Come on, Alfie. - Oh, no you don't.

- Let go of me you dirty, rotten... - Hey, what's this?

Alright, put them in the car.

But my mum says I gotta be home by ten.

No. No, let go of me.

I ain't done nothing wrong.

- Now, come on, that's enough of that. - Let go!

You realise, don't you, Mrs Walsh, just how serious this matter is?

Happily the victim of the assault was not gravely injured.

But that was more by fortune than design.

Well, what have you to say to me?

Only that...

the inspector says that Roy's mixed up in it.

Uh... Mrs Walsh...

I can't hear a word you're saying.

I'm sorry, sir.

I'm not used to...

I've never been...

I suppose you, uh...

really want to tell me that your son is a good boy?

Oh, yes, sir.

He would never have done a thing like this, not by himself.

I just know he wouldn't.

You heard what Mr Wimbush said about him?

Oh, yes. His employer gives him a good character.

His mother stands up for him, he's not known to the police.

A good boy, in fact...

until now. Is that it?

Oh, yes, sir.

And who do you suggest has led him astray?

Collins?

Is he the ring leader?

I don't know, sir.

I don't want to...

Mm... according to Mrs Collins, her boy has been led astray, too.

I never meant you to think, sir, that I was...

Quite so, Mrs Collins, you weren't trying to throw the blame on Walsh, were you?

Oh, no, sir. I'd never do a thing like that.

I'm quite sure you wouldn't.

Very well.

Have you anything to say, Collins?

It's all been a terrible mistake.

Hm...

And you, Walsh?

All I can say is sir, that...

I'm very, very sorry and it'll never happen again.

Very well.

Is Mr Easter in court?

Yes, sir.

These two boys are first offenders, it appears.

At least, it's the first time they've been found out.

I've no doubts in my mind that one of them is the ring leader

and deserves more serious punishment.

And I have my own ideas as to which of them it is.

But failing more definite evidence,

I must give them both the benefit of the doubt.

Are you willing to be put on probation, Collins?

Yes, sir.

- You, Walsh? - Yes, sir.

Very well, I shall put them on probation to you for one year, Mr Easter.

Very well, sir.

Next case.

It was nice of you to speak up for Roy, Mr Wimbush.

- That's alright. - Huh!

I'm glad Alfie got off, too.

No thanks to you!

- I didn't say anything that would... - No, no, you didn't say anything!

"No, my Roy wouldn't hurt a fly!"

"Somebody must have put him up to it."

"My Roy's a little angel", like hell, he is!

- Now half a minute, half a minute... - You shut your gob!

A fine pair you two are!

- Your kid goes around bashing old women. - That's not true!

Oh, isn't it? Well, go back and ask the beak who he thought done it.

- You go and ask him! - I don't need to.

- I'm quite sure that Roy... - Don't say it, don't say it!

Now, now, Mrs Collins, that'll do.

Off you go now, take Alfie home.

I've had a talk with him and Roy,

and I think they understand what's expected of them. I hope so, anyway.

I can look after Alfie, I don't need your help.

Then the sooner you start, the better.

Thank you for nothing, come on Alfie.

- Get along home. - Goodbye, Alfie.

What about Roy?

He's coming back to the garage with me.

Really? That's splendid.

I've told him and Collins that I'm hoping to arrange for them both

to join the local youth centre.

Give them somewhere to go in the evenings.

I'm sure Roy would like that.

Well, it's worth trying, anyway.

Go along, Roy.

Yes, sir.

- Goodbye, Mum. - Goodbye, dear.

And thanks for sticking up for me in there.

It won't happen again, I promise you.

OK, son?

And thank you, Mr Wimbush.

Come on then.

Well, I shall be coming so see Roy, of course, from time to time.

You'll be very welcome, sir.

But you must do your part, Mrs Walsh.

Don't be too easy with him. Keep a firm hand, he needs it.

- I'll try, sir. - Good.

You're off to work now, are you?

I'm at the Moderna Café, I... I said I'd be there in time for the lunches.

Yes, well, goodbye then.

Goodbye.

And thank you.

- Come on, son! - Atta boy, Darkey.

- That'll do it, hold him down! - Oh, just, just...

Skin, don't let him get ya!

OK, now go on, dig him!

- Go on, give him another one. - Hello, Walshy.

- Hello, Walshy. - Hello.

Yeah, Alfie's just been telling us.

Mucked up things proper, innit?

A year! God!

Three times a week at the youth centre, eh, Walshy?

Knitting bed socks for Auntie?

Here, watch out old Easter don't cop ya.

You gotta be a good boy now, you know.

- Yeah, that's what he thinks. - My mum reckons...

- he's worse than the coppers... - You shut up about your mum.

- If she'd kept her mouth shut we might... - What about yours...

- who told the beak you was... - Well, shut up about both of 'em.

Who's the boss around here, anyway?

Well, it's gonna be difficult for you, Walshy.

Now, listen.

I'm running this gang.

I always was and I'm always gonna.

And anyone who doesn't like it that way

- will get this round their kisser, see? - Alright, Walshy, keep your hair on!

Yeah, but we can't do no jobs, can we?

- What about old Easter? - Think I can't fool that old coot?

I had even Wimbush and the old woman all sobbing their hearts out this morning.

Cor, wish I could have done that with my mum!

- Why, what did she do? - Ah, just gave me a sock on the jaw

and went off to the local.

What to do, Walshy? What are you gonna do?

We don't do nothing. Not for a couple of months.

By that time, you'll all be coming to the youth centre.

- Eh? - What, us?

Why, Walshy?

Alibis, that's why.

We'll do the jobs from there and alibi each other.

I got it all worked out.

Here, copper coming.

OK, split up.

- I'm off home. - Cheerio, Walshy.

Oh, Gran, you'll ruin your eyes.

Roy's late.

I hope he's alright.

Course he's alright, don't fuss, girl.

Mr Wimbush was so kind to him this morning, but...

He's had too much kindness.

- That's half his trouble. - He's not looking well, Granny.

You don't think the garage is too much for him, do you?

Nah, he doesn't know what work is, these days.

Eight hours a day, five days a week.

Oh, makes me laugh.

He's only a boy, really.

You can't expect him to take life seriously at his age.

My boys started taking life seriously at 14

and that includes your Dave.

Didn't do them no harm.

- If only... - Now then, none of that.

You only lost one.

I lost all four.

Won't do no good to brood on it, I can tell you that.

No, it won't, will it.

Hello, Roy, dear.

Your gran told me all about it. I'm so glad you got off.

- Trust you. - Yeah.

There's been a bit of trouble.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Roy, I want you to meet a very dear friend of mine, Mr...

What's your name, duck?

- Uh... Smith. - Of course.

Silly old me, I never can remember names, well...

give my love to your mum, dear.

Yeah.

Here he is.

- Hi, Mum. - Hello, dear.

- Is everything alright? - Yeah.

Feel dead tired, though.

Well, your supper's all ready.

I've got some good news for you.

- Mr Easter's been here. - Oh?

What did he want?

He's fixed it all up for you to join the youth centre.

Ah, well, I suppose I'll have to go.

There's gratitude for you!

Roy, it'll be nice.

He's been telling us all about it, hasn't he, Gran?

- They have people come to give lectures. - Yeah?

They have games as well, of course.

Yeah, Tiddlywinks and blow football.

They have concerts too, and dances.

- Dances? - Once a month.

All the boys take their girls.

Dances, eh?

I wonder what sort of dames go there.

Bet it ain't like the Pallodrome.

I didn't know you'd been to the Pallodrome.

Didn't ya?

Well, I have. Any objection?

No, dear. Of course not.

Just that...

Well, I thought I might have heard about it, that's all.

From me, you mean?

Yes...

or just heard about it.

Well, who else, if not me?

- Roy, really! - Have you been spying on me?

No, dear, of course not, don't be so silly.

Well, what are you getting at then?

Who else would've told you, if not me?

Well, who else?

Well, I thought the man on the door might have mentioned it.

He comes into the café quite often, he knows you by sight.

What, Bob Stevens?

- The "chucker out"? - He's not the "chucker out"!

He's the assistant manager

and he's a very nice man.

What the...

have you gone nuts?

Roy!

What is this?

What's going on here?

Have you been going out with Bob Stevens?

- Well? And why shouldn't she? - You keep out of this!

- Now, look here! - Gran...

A kid like you... talking like that to your own mother!

Mother? Ha, fine sort of mother she is!

Well, I'll tell you this, I'm not standing for it, see?

You bring Bob Stevens into this house and I'll get out for good.

Oh, Roy, don't talk so silly.

I've never heard such a fuss about nothing.

Nothing?

You call it nothing?

An old woman like you, going around with...

Old woman!

Oh, Roy. Don't be silly!

- I'm not 40 yet. - Well, that is old, innit?

Of course it isn't.

Plenty of women don't get married at all until they're my age.

- And have babies too... - Shut up!

It's horrible.

Roy, really!

I tell you, I don't want to hear no more about it.

And I'll tell you something else.

You bring Bob Stevens here and I'll kill him, see?

- I'll kill him. - Roy...

And then you really will have something to worry about!

So now you know! Don't ya?

Excuse me, Rene.

Oh, hello, Brian.

Excuse me, Mr Beverley, but have you got the prize for the spot waltz?

Oh, yes. Here it is.

- Thank you, sir. - Everything alright out there?

Going fine. It's an "excuse me" dance next.

Ah, your girl here tonight, Brian?

- You bet, sir. - Oh, good, good.

Alright, sir.

So you think it's working out, do you, Beverley?

I think so.

I'm a bit doubtful about Roy Walsh, I must say.

Ah, he's the clever one.

Collins is just an overgrown urchin.

Yes, it's hard to judge in a couple of months, of course.

- Do they attend regularly? - Oh, yes, fairly regularly.

They shy off at the first hint of anything faintly educational.

Mm, well, that may come.

I think I can do something with Collins. He

even introduced two new members last week.

Oh? And Walsh, has he brought anyone in?

Hm, no. He brought a boy with him tonight as a guest.

Name of, uh...

Skinny, I gather.

Hm... Skinny...

Where did you leave the bikes?

They're on their own, just behind the fire escape.

What does yours look like?

It's a Rauch - drop handles, green with white mudguards.

OK, got your cosh?

Yeah, a new one. Made it last week in the leatherwork class.

- How long do you reckon you'll be gone? - Not more than 20 minutes.

- We'll make it snappy. - Don't worry, we'll hold the fort.

Ah, they won't miss us. With all this going on, who's to know?

Why don't you cut in, Alfie? Lost your nerve?

Who's that?

Do you know her?

Know her? Cor that's rich. That's Rene.

Well, who the hell's Rene?

Ah, don't be soft. It's only my kid sister.

What are you talking about? You ain't got no sister.

Ain't I?

Well, that's who my mum says it is!

Why did you never tell me about her?

Well, why should I? She only came home last week.

- She's been down in the country. - OK.

We ain't doing a job.

- Eh? - But you said...

I said we ain't doing it.

See ya later.

OK, mine.

Got a nerve, haven't you?

It's an "excuse me" dance, innit?

- Yes, I know, but... - Who was that you were dancing with?

Who? Brian?

Oh, he's just a fella.

- Did he bring you here? - What if he did?

He ain't taking you home, that's all.

Oh, isn't he?

We'll see about that.

Come out here.

What do you think you're gonna do now?

Talk to you.

Any objection?

Suppose not.

What about?

Well...

Alfie's told you all about me, I suppose?

How should I know?

Well, I'm the...

I'm Roy Walsh.

Pleased to meet ya.

What am I supposed to do? Faint or something?

OK, skip it.

You in a shop or something?

I'm a sales girl.

- Where? - Arcadia Stores.

Wanna know all about me, don't ya?

Yeah.

You don't wanna go back in there, do ya?

Well, of course I do, I'm enjoying it.

Besides, Brian will be wondering where I've got to.

Ah, Brian!

He's a very nice boy.

- He's training to be an accountant. - Yeah?

Then he'll buy you a pearl necklace, I suppose?

I shouldn't be surprised.

Listen.

You stick with me, and you can have a pearl necklace.

What are you talking about?

I mean it. You come out with me and I'll get you anything you want.

I've got brains, see? I'm not like the others, I'm going places.

I'm gonna be a big shot.

- What you? - Yeah.

And I'm not gonna work my guts out, either!

I know the tricks, see?

What ya gonna do? Rob a bank or something?

Yeah.

- Yeah, maybe that's what I will do. - I'll bet!

And then you'll wake up...

- screaming for ya mum! - Shut up!

Oh! Let go!

Don't know "all the tricks", do you?

Big shot!

How did you do, Walshy?

- What's the matter? Wasn't she having any? - Oh, turn it in!

- Hey, you won't be mucking her about... - Shut up!

- Where's Darkey? - Dancing, why?

- We're doing the job. - Eh?

- Yeah, but you said... - I said the job's on.

Go on, you and Alfie get going. See you down below in a couple of minutes.

- OK, come on then. - Take it easy, don't hurry!

Get hold of Darkey when he finishes,

and if anyone asks, just say we're around somewhere, see?

Yeah, left it a bit late now, haven't you, Walshy?

I know what I'm doing.

OK, be seeing ya.

I shan't half cop it from my mum, when she hears about Walshy and our Rene.

Don't worry about that now.

- Yeah, I know but she goes on... - Alright, alright.

- Come on, give me the cosh. - OK.

- Only, take care of it, it's a new one. - OK.

Get going.

This is yours, the Rauch.

- Is this it? - Yeah.

- There she is. - Don't hit her too hard, Pete.

Don't worry, I'll leave her some Aspirin.

On your way.

Have you got a light, dearie?

No, have a bit of this instead.

Oh! Oh, no!

Stop it! Oh!

- Help! - Quick, separate!

Help!

Cor, she's tough that Queenie!

Tough? Two to one! I don't know why I hang around with you lot!

Do you want this bag, Walshy?

Blimey, they've found her.

Quick, over here.

Crikey! Walshy, we're in the blinkin' dogs' home!

Give me that bag.

Oh, now you've done it!

What are you doing here, hey? Hey, get off!

Alright, all clear. Come on!

Can you give us a description of your assailants?

My what? That's quite enough of that!

How would you describe the men who attacked you?

As a dirty lot of stinking, rotten, sons of...

Shh, alright.

What did they look like?

How the hell should I know?

Do you suppose they came out and raised their blooming hats before they hit me?

No description available.

How about that bag? How much money did you have in it?

Well, I don't know...

Ten quid.

- Fifteen maybe. - Hm...

Well, more than I could afford to lose, anyway.

Business not so good, eh?

Bit of a nuisance this summer time, innit?

Very funny, I am sure.

What about this black eye of mine?

You better go home and put something on it.

Bit of steak's the best thing, they tell me.

Steak!

Is that the best you can do for me?

I can give you some advice.

I'd sooner have the money.

Queenie... be a good girl.

- Do you want a tip? - Well?

Don't go walking alone along dark streets at night.

Blimey, you ain't half been a time, where have you been?

We got stuck in the dogs' home.

Never mind all that, come on. One at a time.

OK, you first.

How are you gonna split it, Walshy?

Here, a pound each for you and Pete.

Ten bob for the other two.

- Better get inside, hadn't we? - Wait a minute.

- That sister of yours. - Eh?

I want her to come out with me.

Well, you'd better ask her, hadn't ya?

You gotta see she does come out with me.

Well, I can't make her can I, if she don't want to?

Listen. I'm taking her out Sunday.

Be on the corner of Jessop Street at half past ten.

You make sure she's there, see?

- Or else... - OK, Walshy, I'll tell her.

Yeah.

- And don't forget. - I... I won't.

Well, she ain't like the other kids

round here, you know. She's been down in the country ever since the war, see?

I... I reckon she'd be scared stiff of you.

What are you talking about?

You're trying to tell me she ain't been with any fellas?

I'm sure she ain't, she's only a kid, see?

Yeah.

Well...

Maybe it's time she learned a thing or two then?

- Here Walshy, you can't... - You shut up.

And listen...

That powder thing you pinched the other night.

You mean a compact? The gold one?

Gold! If it had been gold I'd have...

- Anyway, you still got it? - Yeah, it's in my drawer.

Then let me have it tonight on the way home.

What do you want it for?

- To give to Rene? - Mind your own business!

- Yeah, but Walshy... - I'll give you half a dollar for it.

Now, go on. Get inside.

Alright.

Yeah, alright.

Oh, Gran. I can't get over them! They're lovely. They really are.

But you shouldn't have spent all that money.

Go on with you, girl!

If I can't give you a bit of something on your birthday...

- Anyway, they didn't cost nothing much. - You can't tell me that.

Look at the time! If we're going to get ready for church...

And give Roy another shout will you, dear? He said especially to call him.

Roy!

- It's after ten! - Ah, shut up, I know!

That's what you get for giving him his breakfast in bed!

Well, he was so late in last night.

- What did he give ya? - Hm?

You know what, Gran?

I'm gonna keep these on all day.

I said, what did Roy give ya?

Roy?

Well, he was so sleepy when I brought his breakfast in.

Didn't he even wish you, "Many happy returns"?

Now, Gran.

He'll remember when he's properly awake.

- Huh, maybe. - Gran, please don't spoil everything.

They must have cost ever so much.

- You sure I... - For goodness sake, girl!

What's the good in me keeping all that money under my mattress

if I don't use a bit of it now and again.

There you are, dear.

Roy, you do look nice.

Are you coming to church with us?

No, I've got a date.

You haven't been for a long while, dear.

I'll come next week.

- Bye. - Hey!

Ain't you got nothing to say to your mother?

Eh?

- What is this? - Don't you know what day it is?

Oh, for Pete's sake! I'm in a hurry.

- It doesn't matter, Gran. - It does matter!

If a boy can't remember

- his own mother's birthday! - Eh?

Cor... go on, is it?

Cor, fancy me forgetting that.

Well, you remembered it now.

Yeah.

Well...

Many happy returns.

Blimey, where did you get that?

Gran gave it to me.

Isn't it lovely?

Yeah.

Yeah, that's just the sort of thing I wanted to...

Yeah.

Hang on a minute.

I told you he hadn't really forgotten.

So that's the best he can do in the way of remembering?

Here you are, Mum. I forgot all about it.

Gold compact.

Oh, it's just what I wanted.

I've been saving up for it.

I'm afraid it's only second hand.

I couldn't get a new one, not good enough for you.

It's alright though, innit?

Oh, Roy. It's perfect.

That's alright then.

Well, I'm off.

Goodbye, dear.

- Bye. - Bye.

Bye, Gran.

Half a minute, Walsh. Caught you just in time, didn't we?

In time for what?

Inspector wants to ask you a few questions.

Yeah?

Would you care to tell me where you were last night, Walsh?

I don't mind.

At the youth club, we had a dance on. Why?

- Were you there at 11? - I was there all the evening.

Finished at 12, had the last waltz with Marlene Smith.

- Not bad either. - Got your alibi pat, haven't you Walsh?

I'm on probation. I know you can't fool me you're here for the good of my health.

What's this all about, anyway?

A woman was coshed last night by two boys on the corner of Jubilee Terrace.

They got away on bicycles.

I ain't got a bicycle.

You could have borrowed one.

Maybe I could, but I didn't.

You can't dance with a bicycle. Or haven't you heard?

Cheek won't get you anywhere, my lad, except into trouble.

- Was the dame hurt bad? - She's in hospital.

Go on!

Like me to send her some flowers?

Don't be too clever, will you, Walsh?

The jails are full of people who are too clever, you know.

I'm only on probation.

Can't you add up, Alfie?

- And two makes ten. - Hey, Walshy!

- And 14 is 24! - Oh...

I thought it was 34.

Twenty-four, that makes you 270, right?

- What? - Blimey!

Get a load of the whistle and flute!

Like the drapes? Latest cut.

Very nice. When do you go for the next fitting?

That's not funny.

Where's Rene?

She went on the river for the day.

Who with?

Brian Edwards.

You told me you were gonna fix it. I've a good mind to cut your ear off.

Lay off, Walshy, he couldn't help it.

What are you always picking on him for?

Do you want some too, Pete, cos you can have it.

Alright.

Where they gone?

- Greenwich from Westminster pier. - What time they coming back?

Well, Mum said Rene had to be in by half past ten.

That means they'll be coming down Crips alley about ten o'clock.

Right, we'll be there too.

We'll show Mr Brian ruddy Edwards!

Well, what you gonna do, Walshy?

What do you think we're gonna do? Give him the treatment, of course!

- What? On your own? - I never do anything on my own.

Thanks for offering to help, boys.

But I've gotta be home by ten.

I said thanks for offering to help.

OK, Walshy, we're with ya.

I wish I could see more of you, Rene.

It's so difficult with night school, three times a week.

Well, you want to get on, don't you?

Oh, look at that big boat, there.

"Montevideo".

- Where's that? - It's a port in South America.

I wish I was on that boat tonight.

Brian Edwards, purser.

You and all those señoritas?

What would you do in South America, Brian?

I'd wait to get back to you.

Oh, that's nice.

Say it again.

Wait to get back to you.

Don't make sense a second time.

Does to me.

Doesn't make sense at all, really. People like us, we never get out.

You will, Brian. You're different from the others.

All the boys I know, they just want a good time.

You want a good time too, Rene.

Yes, I suppose I do.

It's just like the pictures, isn't it?

Just like the pictures.

- Roy? - Hello, Rene.

- Where ya goin'? - Roy, quick, it's Brian.

They're beating him up.

You don't want to get mixed up with the police.

- Get in here. - Oh, no, Roy.

- Get in here! - Oh, Roy!

SHE WHIMPERS Please, let me go!

Let go of me!

Sorry about that, Rene.

But you can't get mixed up with the police,

not with Alfie on probation.

Yeah, I suppose you're right.

Well, thanks, anyway.

I suppose I'd better go home.

What's the hurry?

Don't I get a reward?

Reward?

A kiss.

Don't talk soft.

You're behind the times, Rene.

You want to catch up with yourself.

You don't want to miss all the fun in life, do ya?

You shouldn't have done that, Rene.

I can get tough too, you know.

We're gonna stay a while.

Take off your coat.

Make yourself comfortable.

No, Roy.

No.

Come on, now.

What's this about you going out with Roy Walsh?

What of it?

I'll tell you, "what of it", my girl. It's got to stop, do you hear?

They say you've been going about with him regular for the past two months.

Well? I'm sixteen,

and I can do as I please.

Roy Walsh knows how to treat a girl, give her a good time.

He's no good, I tell you. Look what happened to Alfie!

That's no affair of mine.

Well, it is of mine and you're not going out with that little swine and that's that.

Give me that!

You'll end up like your brother in the police courts. That's what you will!

Yeah, well it won't be for coshing old ladies.

No, it'll be for catching old men.

He'll have you at that soon enough. Mark my words.

Get out!

Here, Mum. What do you think?

It's all your fault.

- What did I do? - You're always doing.

- Here, Mum... - What?

I got a rise today.

Oh, Alfie, love.

Come and have some supper, dear, I've got a nice chop in the kitchen.

Roy? Are you there?

Yeah.

I'm just going round to the church yard, shan't be long.

OK.

Where did you get those?

From the stall in Clancy Street.

Nice aren't they?

What? Ted Morgan's stall?

They'll be dead by tomorrow.

Dave used to grow these on his allotment.

Always liked flowers, your dad did.

Ha. So does Ted Morgan.

Makes 20 quid a week out of suckers like you.

Cor, what a racket.

Would you like me to lend you a couple of hair pins?

Hello.

Not late, am I?

Late?

Well, I had a bit of a do with Mum, same old stuff.

Where are we going? Pictures?

You can go, I'm busy.

- Yeah, but you said that... - I said I'm busy, I gotta go to the club.

Oh...

Well, what am I supposed to do then?

Listen, I'm in a hurry.

Well, if that's the way you feel.

Oh, I didn't tell you, did I?

Brian's out of hospital.

Perhaps he'd like to take me to the pictures?

OK, big head. Don't bother to see me again.

I suppose I'd better go home.

How about tomorrow then?

Maybe, I'll see.

I gotta go now.

Thank you.

It's almost like being abroad.

The South of France or somewhere.

You'd never think we were only a mile or so from home.

It's not a hard job to make you happy, is it Elsie?

How do you mean?

Well, a little walk and a bite to eat in Battersea Park.

A lot of women wouldn't think much of a man who couldn't do better than that for her.

I suppose I ought to try and get myself a better job, but...

I don't know, somehow, I...

Have you ever thought about going back to Canada?

That's no good.

I want to forget about Canada.

- Surely, after all this time? - Bette is dead.

That's over.

This is the new life.

The only thing is, I can't seem to get interested in it by myself.

I know what you mean.

Let's take a look at the river, huh?

Oh, by the way, I saw Roy last night.

- Oh, where? - At the Pallodrome.

- Really? By himself do you mean? - No, he had a girl with him.

There was dancing last night.

A girl, are you sure, Bob?

Why? Don't you know about it?

No, I didn't know.

It's not that I mind, really.

He was bound to get interested in girls sooner or later.

Yeah.

How's he been behaving?

Now, Bob...

Elsie, why don't you face the facts just for once?

The boy treats you like dirt.

- That's not true. - Oh, yes it is.

You never know where he is, what he's doing, who he's with.

- Look, he's not a child. - Look, he's on probation.

It's your job to see that he behaves himself.

I know.

You spend your life with your head in the sand, don't you, Elsie?

Pretending he's the kind of boy you want him to be

and knowing damn well that he's not.

- I don't know anything of the sort. - Well, I do.

Won't you please let me take a hand with him?

There's worse trouble ahead for you if you don't, I'm sure of that.

- Oh, Bob... - Oh, I know how you feel about him,

believe me.

Will you marry me? If only for his sake?

No.

If I marry you at all, it'll be because I want to be married to you.

You must believe that.

I wanna talk to you, it's urgent.

Right, over here.

- This'll do it. - What's this?

It's alright, I'll play you for a bob.

Andy Whistler's been onto me again. He wants that 50 quid you owe him.

He said I should get it from you tonight, or else.

He gave me that dialogue, too.

Well, what are you gonna do, Walshy?

Here...

Cop this.

Blimey! How much here?

Thirty. Put it away!

But you owe him 50.

You shouldn't have played those donkeys so hard.

- Oh, get stuffed, you. - Alright.

Where are you going to get the other 20 from?

I'll think of something.

Maybe I know where you can get it, and a lot more besides.

Yeah? Shoot.

You know that new job I've started?

What, at the Pallodrome?

Well, they've changed their policy there now, see.

Instead of dancing every night, they have three nights dancing

and the other nights wrestling, and all that sort of thing.

So what?

There's a lot of money in the box office at a wrestling match, Walshy.

Three times more than dancing.

That's a lot of money.

- What are you getting at? - Wrestling's alright.

The managers get a bit, the wrestlers get a bit,

but the box office take the most.

- So? - Simple.

If the box office take the most, we take the box office.

Yeah, and what if the cops take us?

Nah, you can organise that, Walshy.

Yeah, maybe I can.

What's the drill?

Well, while all the bouts are on, the corridors and surrounds will be quiet.

The money's taken from the box office to the manager's office

in a leather bag, carried by one man.

Now, if our boys could be in the corridor as he passes...

cosh, snatch, job's done.

No go, Pete.

I know Bob Stevens, the assistant manager at the Pallodrome

and he knows me. It'd be asking for trouble.

Bob Stevens, yeah. That's the guy who carries the money.

That's settles it, no go, Pete.

Look, there's lights in the corridor, I can switch 'em off.

He'll never see ya.

No, not this time, Pete, I'll get the 20 from somewhere else.

Well, if you change your mind, let me know.

I start a week of nights from tonight at the Pallodrome.

What are you trying to do, cheat?

Who me?

Now would I do anything so dishonest?

You oughtn't to come back with me, Bob.

Oh, let the neighbours talk, we're doing nothing wrong.

I know, but...

Now look, if we were married they'd have...

- Else! - Gran, what is it?

I want you to come!

- Shall I... - No, you come with me.

Gran, what's the matter?

- This is Bob. - If I can help at all.

You'd better both come.

Gran!

All my savings, 30 pounds!

All the money I'd saved up for Roy to have.

All gone.

Bits of newspaper.

Nothing left.

Just bits of newspaper.

Gran, who could have done such a thing?

How long since you last looked at it?

A month or so.

When I bought your birthday present.

Was it all there then, alright?

I think so.

I didn't count it.

Why did you look now, Gran?

I... I was going to...

I was going to get a nice wreath for Dave.

Tuesday's the anniversary.

Oh, I know, Gran.

Who could have done such a thing?

I never told no one about it.

No one at all but you and...

Someone must have got in.

They could have got through that window from the yard.

- How would they get in? - Over the wall, if they had a ladder.

Perhaps they got in the front while we were all out.

I've never told no one about it.

Well, they might have heard about it.

Or just got in on the off chance and...

come across it by accident...

Why would anyone think there was anything worth stealing...

- in this place? - Well, why shouldn't they?

Oh, Gran...

Why did he do it?

He only had to wait.

He'd have had it, anyway.

Just when I thought everything was going to turn out alright.

Bob...

what are we gonna do?

- Where is he now? - Just said he was going out.

I left him here. I was going round to the churchyard.

That's when he must have taken it.

Do you mind if I wait till he gets back?

Oh, will you?

- Course, it's no business of mine, but... - Please...

It's about time there was a man in this house.

Bob...

You won't be too hard on him, will you?

I'll treat him as if he were my own son.

Here he is.

Hi, Mum.

What are you doing here?

I want to talk to you, Roy.

- Oh, Bob... - Leave him to it, Else.

What the hell is this?

- Who do you think you are, coming... - Shut up!

I'm here because your mother asked me.

- I didn't want to interfere... - Then get the hell out of it!

Don't you talk to me like that, young fella.

I'm not afraid of you.

You big Canadian slob.

Hit me.

Go on, hit me, and see what happens to ya.

Sit down, Elsie.

Where's that money?

What money? I don't know what you're talking about.

Your Grandmother's money, where is it?

How should I know?

Under the mattress I suppose, that's where the old fool usually keeps it.

That money's gone, and you know it.

- Why should I know? - Because you took it.

Oh, I did, did I?

And what the ruddy hell's it got to do with you?

- Who do you think you are coming here... - I'll tell you who I am.

I'm a man who's not gonna stand by and watch a little rat like you

messing up your mother's life, not if I can help it you won't.

You done this, didn't ya?

You go flirting around with this fella and just because I...

Any more of that and I'll...

Yeah? What will you do?

You ain't got no rights here.

You can't touch me!

You try hurling me around and see what happens to ya.

And I'll tell you something else.

She ain't seeing you no more.

- Oh, Roy, you can't... - Can't I?

You'll see.

You go out with him and then listen to what people are saying about ya.

I'll show you who does the talking round here.

Now, Bob...

It's alright Elsie, I can take care of that one.

I'm gonna marry your mother, Roy, if she'll have me.

Then you can talk your head off.

Only not to me you won't.

Because if you do, you'll feel what it's like to have a belt around you.

Now...

what about that money, huh?

- Oh, Roy! - Roy, drop it!

Bob!

Hello, Pete.

Listen, I've changed my mind.

That job at the Pallodrome, we're doing it.

Never mind why, I've got my reasons.

We'll fix it up tomorrow night at the club.

Half past seven.

Yeah, you tell the others.

All of 'em.

OK?

Pay attention.

This is going to be our plan of attack.

We'll have Robertson here,

Smith here, and Johnson here.

Alfie here, and Darkey, you're there.

Now, you've gotta remember your positions.

How do you know he'll be on his own when he takes the money up?

He always is, it's a regular thing.

We got it all worked out, I tell ya.

They close the box office after the interval's over.

Then when the girl's sorted out the money, he takes it to the office.

What, just like that, in his hands?

How can he carry hundreds of quid in his hands?

He's got it in a bag.

That's what makes it so easy.

Pete puts the lights out just as we get...

Look out!

- Hello, Mr Beverley. - Hello, there.

A young woman out here to see you, Walsh.

- Me? - Come along now, don't be shy.

- Who is it? Alfie's sister? - Rene wouldn't come here.

Girls, always hanging round your neck.

Back in a minute.

What the hell do you mean coming here?

- I thought I told you... - I had to see you, Roy, I had to.

Why? What about?

We can't talk here.

Here.

Now...

I...

I had to go and see a doctor today.

- What's that? - Oh...

please don't be cross, Roy.

He says...

I'm gonna have a baby.

Oh, what...

You'll have to marry me, Roy. Mum'll kill me if she finds out.

I don't know what to do, you'll have to marry me.

Yeah? And what are we gonna live on?

Well, I can go on working for a bit, we'll make out alright.

Oh, please, Roy.

What do you take me for?

- How do I know it's not that Brian... - Oh, no, Roy. It was you!

I've never been with anyone else, I swear I haven't.

You can't prove that.

Roy!

Anyway I'm not marrying you, and that's all about it.

What am I gonna do?

Do what you like, I don't care what you do

only keep away from me.

But, I thought...

I thought you loved me!

Don't give me that stuff.

Just cos you got yourself into a mess, you're not mucking my life up, see?

- Oh, but if we were married... - Yeah? And who'd marry us?

You underage and me on probation...

Fine couple, aren't we?

Now, come on.

Get out of here!

Roy!

Roy, please help me, please!

I've told you, I don't want nothing more to do with ya.

Now go on, get out.

Roy...

- Well, what did she want, Walshy? - Ah, forget it!

OK, Skinny, watch it.

Now then, we're here, see?

As he comes along here, you turn the lights out, Pete, right?

- Right. - Eh, but...

what if he shouts, Walshy, that corridor's only just behind the circle...

Dah, think we ain't thought of that?

Even if he does shout, no one won't hear him.

Haven't you ever been to a wrestling do?

The crowds scream their head off.

- You can hardly hear yourself think. - Yeah.

And if Mr Bob ruddy Stevens does kick up a dust...

- Blimey! - Cor!

Where did you get that, Walshy?

Bought it this morning off a fella I know.

Who's gonna have it?

Who do you think?

You're the heavy boy of this outfit, ain't ya?

- What me, Walshy? - Yeah.

- But not until Friday, he might... - Watch it!

Uh, double top to go for.

- I bet you a tanner he don't make it. - On.

Oh, up a bit.

Time's up, boys.

- Uh, last throw, sir. - Who's winning?

- Me. - It's in the bag, innit, Walshy?

Yeah, that's right.

It's in the bag!

And I now pronounce you man and wife.

There you are.

Now, may I be the first to congratulate you both,

and wish you long life and happiness together.

Thank you.

Gran...

God bless you, dear.

Well, thanks for coming along Miss Lorraine.

Sorry it was such short notice.

Oh, that's... that's quite alright.

I'm never very busy at this time of day.

- Elsie dear, ever so many congratulations. - Oh, thank you.

You're a lucky girl.

Isn't she?

No luckier than what he is!

That's true enough.

I must ask you all to sign the register before you leave.

- Of course. - I mustn't be late.

Where do I sign?

Don't tell me you're going to work today!

Yes, Bob has to be at the Pallodrome tonight, anyway.

They've got something special on. A wrestling match or something.

But we're going off first thing in the morning.

Come on, honey, sign the book.

What'll young Roy think about this when he knows?

Be a bit of a shock for him, won't it?

Now, don't you worry about that.

We'll face that when we come to it.

I don't like this, Walshy.

Here.

Is it loaded?

What do you think?

Remember, use that if I tell ya, that's all.

OK, Walshy.

But look, I've got the cosh.

- Wouldn't it be better if you had this? - Do as you're told.

I've gotta keep myself in the clear, so as I can change the plan

if there's a slip up.

You always keep yourself in the clear, don't you, Walshy?

- Well? So what? - Nothing.

I was just agreeing with you, that's all.

Alfie! Alfie Collins!

Alfie Collins!

That's Marlene Smith.

Go on, see what it is.

Oh, Alfie. I've been looking for you everywhere.

- Eh? - Your mum sent me.

You've got to come home at once!

- Why? What's up? - Oh, please come. It's Rene.

Rene? What's the matter with her?

Oh, come she... she's done herself in!

- Eh? - Threw herself in the river.

Oh, please come. Your mum wants you.

The river?

- She was home dinner time. - Oh, please, Alfie.

Yeah, I'll come.

Just a minute. Give me back what I gave ya.

What?

Oh, yeah.

Well, go on then, if you gotta.

Oh, Walshy. What did she want to go and do that for?

Ah, how do you know she has done it?

Well, go on, then.

- Don't stand there. - Come on, Alfie!

Yeah.

What about that, eh?

What are you gonna do now, Walshy?

What do you think we're gonna do?

What? You mean the job's still on?

Course it is.

Just change things around a bit, that's all.

Won't make no difference.

- Cor, fancy young Rene... - Shut up!

- That ain't nothing to do with us. - I know but...

Well, shut up about it then.

I want to think things out.

If she's done herself in, she's done herself in.

And that's the end of that.

I'm sorry, Mum.

I didn't mean to.

That's alright, Rene.

I'm not blaming you, it wasn't your fault. I know that.

But you mustn't blame him.

- Little swine. - No, Mum.

Please don't.

He didn't mean to hurt me.

He loves me, I know he does.

He loves you and he does a thing like this.

Mum...

I want him to love me.

I want him to love me.

Now, now, this won't do at all.

Come along, now.

Mum, don't go!

Don't leave me!

I'll be back, Rene.

Mum...

Ah, Mrs Collins.

That's alright, thank you nurse, you can go.

We've done all we can for the moment.

Now you must go home and try not to worry.

- She'll be alright? - Yes, I think so, she's young.

Did you know she was going to have a child, Mrs Collins?

Course not, if I had, do you think I'd have let her...

No, she's not married, of course.

No.

No, well that accounts for her doing what she did, I imagine.

Well, that's one problem that's solved itself, anyhow.

- You mean she's not going to... - No, there isn't going to be a child.

The shock was far too great.

Oh, thank God for that.

Well, that's a matter of opinion.

Look, Mrs Collins, don't judge her too harshly, will you?

After all, if she's fond of this man...

Fond of him? Little swine! Just let me get at him!

- Now, that's no way to talk. - Don't you talk to me.

I know what I'm saying.

- Picking my kid... - Now, Mrs Collins.

Out of my way, I'm a mother, ain't I?

Do you think I'm going to let that little gangster do this

and get away with it?

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What's going on?

Look out, come on, quick!

- That was a close one. - Yeah.

Tough nut, that Stevens.

What's up, Walshy?

Suppose I've killed him?

I said you shouldn't have carried a gun.

But supposing I've killed him?

Then you'll be taking the nine o'clock walk.

- You'll be topped for certain. - Shut up!

They gotta prove it first.

- Maybe you only winged him. - Yeah, maybe.

What are we gonna do now?

What can we do?

We're in real trouble this time.

- You mean you are, Walshy. - Listen...

Maybe I did pull the trigger, but to the law, we're all in this together.

The law don't worry me.

I'm underage. Still, it was fun while it lasted.

- Where do you think you're going? - Home.

You lie low with us, see?

Not a chance. I'm starving, besides, my mum hates me being out late.

Listen, I'm the boss and I say you're staying!

Nothing doing, Walshy.

If they're gonna slap me in the cooler tonight,

I'm going in with a double helping of my mum's steak and kidney pud!

You can hang around here if you want to.

Me, I'm gettin'.

Pete...

what are we gonna do?

Think we could get on a boat?

Get abroad somewhere?

Yeah.

No, that's no use.

If we go on the run they'll know we did it.

Well, what are we to do?

Well, I know what I'm gonna do.

I'm going home and waiting for them to fetch me.

You can't do that, Pete.

You can't leave me here by myself. Not in this place.

Do you know, Walshy...

I think you're yella.

I've got a gun, Pete.

I'll shoot ya.

I'll shoot ya!

Yeah?

Go on, then.

Shoot.

It's been a wonderful day.

Well, there you are, dear.

My ironing ain't what it was, but I think it'll do.

Thanks Gran, it's lovely.

Oh, it's a pity you couldn't have got away today.

Never mind.

We'll have two whole days.

Just fancy...

Bob says our rooms are so near the sea you can hear it.

I wish Roy'd come home.

If you'd had any sense, you'd have gone round

to the garage and told him this morning.

- As soon as you'd done it. - I know.

Here he is.

You don't think he'll mind too much do you, Gran?

He'll get used to it, and if he doesn't...

Roy! What's happened?

Never mind all that.

You gotta help me. Give me all the money you've got.

- Roy, what have you done? - Don't argue, I gotta get out.

- How much you got? - Roy, I...

Oh, for Pete's sake, I'm in trouble, I tell ya!

Do you want the cops to get me?

- No. - Don't give him anything, Else.

You mind your own business.

Mum, I'll never ask you to do anything for me again.

Only just this once you gotta...

What's that?

You give him a jolly good hiding!

The boy ought to be ashamed of himself!

Don't tell her I'm here, Mum. Don't tell her I'm here.

She'll kill me if she gets hold of me.

Gran...

Gran, what are we to do?

You'll have to open it, dear.

Alright.

- I'll... - I'll go.

Open up!

If it's the last thing I do!

Out of it, you!

Now then, where is he?

- Who is it you want, Mrs Collins? - Don't you come that stuff with me.

Where is he?

Let me get hold of him, I'll break every bone in his blasted little body!

Mrs Collins, what is it?

What is this all about?

It's about my Rene going off her head and jumping in the river

because she's gonna have a kid, that's what it's about.

Going to have a baby?

Yes, my Rene, only 16, and your "dear, little Roy" gets hold of her.

That's not true!

Oh, yes it is. She's lying in the hospital now.

She's not gonna have the kid, poor little swine, and she's not gonna die.

But if she had, your little archangel would

have been a murderer if he's not one already.

What do you mean by that?

Come on! Where is he? Where is he?

I'm going for the police, Else.

Don't bother, they'll be here soon enough, Alfie's told 'em plenty.

The police are coming here? - Yes.

And let him try a gun on them and see what happens!

- Gun? - That's what I said.

A cosh ain't good enough for him now, nor a razor, he's got to have a gun

and the best thing he can do is to blow his own brains out

but he hasn't got the guts.

- Now! - Oh, no you don't!

Oh, so that's how it is.

- Elsie! - Bob!

- Elsie! - Nobody's gonna stop me!

Alright, then!

- Oh, Bob... - me get hold of him, I'll teach him!

- That's enough of that! - Let go of me!

Who the hell do you think you are?

- Come on outside! - Take your hands off me!

I'm gonna get hold of him, if it's the last thing I do!

Come out, you little skunk!

Come out!

Come out! I'll get hold of him!

Elsie, I've gotta talk to you.

Bob, what has happened?

- She's been saying that... - Where's Roy?

He's in his bedroom, he's locked himself in.

- Bob, what has happened? - I can't tell you right now.

The police will be here any moment.

You and Gran go into your bedroom and leave this to me.

What's he done?

You've gotta trust me, Elsie.

Roy's in trouble... real trouble.

- That woman said... - Oh, no, no, not the girl.

This is something else.

Bob...

- Gran, take her into the bedroom. - Come along, dear.

He's the boss now, you know.

But I must know.

Elsie...

Roy's going to prison...

for a long time.

Oh, God.

And there's no one can help him...

except me, maybe.

What are you going to do, Bob?

You heard what I said, Gran.

Please look after her.

You never ought to have married me.

It's the one good thing that's happened today.

Go on, now.

Roy!

Unlock the door!

If you don't, I'll kick it in.

You try and lay a finger on me, mister...

and you'll get a slash across the kisser with this.

Put that razor down.

- Try and make me! - Don't be a fool.

The police will be here any moment, if they find you with a razor...

The cops? So what?

They can't touch me.

They can put me in the nick for ten years...

And they will!

Your darn near killed a man tonight.

If there hadn't been a doctor on hand, you'd have been a murderer.

Well, alright... If the cops come, I'm ready for 'em, see?

But they can't touch me.

Nobody can touch me, it's against the law,

and if you think I'm gonna give a rotten bully like you the chance...

Are you gonna put that razor down, or am I gonna make you?

You make me?

Who the hell do you think you are, giving orders around here.

I'll tell you who I am, Roy, since you don't seem to know already.

I'm your stepfather.

Your mother and I were married this morning.

Why...

- You filthy, rotten... - That's enough of that!

- I'll kill her! I'll kill her! - Give me that razor!

Don't you come any closer, I'm warning ya.

You stay where you are, or you'll get it!

Can't you see I mean it!

Now, we'll see who's boss in this house.

Let me go! Oh! Stop it, you're hurting me!

That's nothing to what you're gonna get.

What are you gonna do? You can't touch me, it's against the law!

- You're not gonna bash me up... - No?

What about all those helpless women that you bashed?

I never, I never bashed nobody, honest, I didn't!

- It was the others. - Oh, you're a rotten little coward.

Now, listen to me.

You're going to jail.

You deserve every minute you're gonna be there.

But for you mother's sake, I'm gonna try and help you.

I don't know what you're talking about.

- Let go of my arm. - The judge would probably

order you a thrashing if he could, but he can't do that nowadays,

but if he hears you've had one from me, your stepfather,

maybe he'll let you off a bit lighter.

Mum won't stand for it, she won't stand for it, I tell you!

You ask her. I'll scream for help.

She won't ever speak to you again, if you start on me, you'll see!

Mum! Gran! Gran!

Mum!

- Mum! - Get over there!

If you've got any guts at all, you'll take what's coming to you.

I'm going to give you a thrashing you'll remember until the day you die.

The thrashing you ought to have had every day for the last year.

Let me go.

Let me go, I say.

Hand me over to the cops if you want to.

I'm sorry for what I've done!

I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

I'll go straight, if you give me a chance.

I swear I will.

For my mother's sake, don't bash me!

It's a pity you didn't think of your mother before now.

Don't you realise you've broken her heart?

Get up you little rat, you're making me sick!

Alright.

I'll take my medicine.

I'll show you lot I'm not what you think I am.

I'll take it.

I'll...

Ah, so here, is he?

- Well, Walsh? - Alright, I'm coming.

Don't you worry, I'm coming!

I've won! I've won, I tell ya!

You can't touch me, now.

Nobody can touch me!

- So you can go... - That'll be all of that, Walsh.

Where's his mother?

- In her bedroom, do you need her? - Well, she ought to be here.

- Who are you, a friend of hers? - I'm her husband.

We were married this morning.

Oh, I see.

Congratulations.

Yes, I see. Sergeant, I think we could pick that other boy up first, don't you?

What, Skinny Johnson? Right-o sir, it's just round the corner.

Well, we'll be back in ten minutes.

- Put Jones on outside. - Yeah.

Eh? No, wait!

You can't do that!

- You've gotta take me. - Don't worry, Walsh.

We're going to take you.

In ten minutes.

- Come on, sergeant. - No! No, wait!

- Come back! - All yours, mister.

You gotta take me!

You can't do this!

Come back!

Keep away from me! Come back!

Come back! You can't leave me here!

Stop it! Argh!

Stop it! Stop it!

What's the trouble, Inspector?

No trouble at all now, Queenie.

The trouble's all over.