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Hello, Johnny. What're you up to?

I'm trying to get this down
to the kitchen.

Oh. Half a mo'.

Hello?

Hello?

-You've missed your ferry.
-I know.

How long have the tadpoles
been in the bath?

-Oh, there's a letter from Ardwick House.
-Well?

"No further cases
of scarlet fever reported,

school will reassemble
for the last three weeks next Friday."

-Nothing about any remission of fees?
-No, but can't you claim the insurance?

That's where they're cunning.
We aren't covered if he's in quarantine.

Don't sound like you want him to have it.

Hello?

-Hello?
-Oh, it keeps doing that.

They must be testing the line.

Shut up.

And you.

I found this in the loo.

What's the idea of entering up our washing
in Morse code?

It's the laundry book I lost.
Johnny must have taken it.

Oh yes.

"John David Brent. Friday, 1950."

Oh, he is naughty.
I told the laundry they must have lost it.

"Secret language of tramps."

What's this about?

"Mrs. Beale, 48; Miss Denton, 29;
Daddy, 36."

He had a burst of curiosity the other day
about people's ages.

I didn't dream he was writing it all down.
Oh, do get on!

I find that rather interesting,

the subconscious desire
to cling to one's youth

motivating the ego at the age of ten.

"Mrs. Brooks, 28"? That's rich!

Isabelle Brooks?
I shouldn't have said she was any more.

Thirty-five if she's a day, dear.
I've forgotten your egg.

I don't believe it.

He's got it from Terry, and she'd hardly
lie about her age to her son.

And you call yourself a psychologist.
How you ever manage to make a living!

Hello there.

What's the hurry?

-Given up saying good morning to me?
-Sorry.

Good morning, daddy.

-Don't eat too fast.
-I'm not eating.

Shut that window.
You're sending a draft down my neck.

I can't quite shut it
or it'll cut off the current.

What's the idea?

I've got a bell
running down to the kitchen

so, when you're ready for your egg,
you press this button.

-Well, I'm ready now.
-I'm not. Half a sec.

Wouldn't it be easier
if I just gave mommy a shout?

Well, anyone can do that.

Nearly ready.

Right, now push it.

Something's shorting.

I know. It must be this terminal.

I lost the proper nut
so I borrowed one off the gramophone.

I'll put it back. I know where it goes.

Mind you do.

Must you puff like that
all over the toast?

Nearly done.

Right, now try again.

And here comes my egg. Miraculous.

-Oh, mommy, you've gone and spoiled it.
-Have I?

Get that mess away
before Mrs. Beale arrives,

or she'll be giving me notice.

-You can see that it works, though.
-Hmm, certainly does.

Do you know,
when a dog's near a ringing bell,

it makes him thirsty?

Where did you get that from?

I don't know. I just know.

Oh, Johnny dear, you never see your father
sitting like that.

If you want something to do, get my shoes.
The black ones. Here, take these.

Any idea what time you'll be home?

Won't be before seven.

I've got a hospital board meeting at five.

Will you want any more tea?

-Bound to, if you take the pot away.
-These them?

Those are they.

I wish I knew
what I was paying £70 a term for.

-Any new ships in?
-I don't know. Let's see.

Yes, here we are.
Empress of France. Due in today.

You'll miss another ferry
if you keep dawdling.

She's a Canadian Pacific.
Can I come and see her?

Only if you're ready now.
I'm starting when I finish my egg. Ow!

Oh, it's my sting winkle.

You've broken it.

It's your own fault. Your father's shoes
are not for sting winkles.

Now then. Throw it away.
Put your jacket on.

You can go down to the beach
and find another.

Go on, off with you.

-Daddy, can a fish be seasick?
-I've no idea. I shouldn't think so.

Terry Smith said he ruffled
the goldfish pool water

and one of them was sick.

I said I didn't believe him…
Daddy, look! Tramp!

-Have you got a bit of chalk on you?
-I'm afraid not. Look, I can't wait.

It's all right. I just found some.

-Secret language of tramps?
-Yes. How did you guess?

What sign did you put on our gate?

Bad people: keep away.

There she is. The Empress of France.

Daddy, can't I come with you
and see her properly?

No, it wouldn't be fair.

Don't want to give another boy
scarlet fever.

Come along, sir.

-So long.
-So long.

Try and keep away from other kids.

If you have to go near them,
put a hankie in front of your face.

Blimey, he's not that ugly!

Hello, nice dog.

I'm afraid I haven't anything for you.

No, nothing.

What are you doing in my garden?

I was just getting a bit of bread
for that dog.

You've no right to steal bread.
I put crusts there for the birds.

You're trespassing. Go away at once.

What are you doing now?

What's that?

-It's a secret language.
-I'll have no secrets.

Chalking on my gate post.
What does it mean?

It means the lady here
is kind and generous.

And that made the big bear laugh,
and then I laughed,

and he laughed and I laughed and…

and then I think I woke up.

That was a funny dream, wasn't it?

All right, Sally.

Pop back to the waiting room and see
if you can find a comic I hid for you.

She's been much better this week.

Just one little accident on Monday,
but apart from that--

Yes, we're getting along fine.

Mrs. Mercer,

I'd like your husband
to come have a word with me.

Husband?
I don't think he could tell you anything.

I'd like to see him all the same.

This recurrent dream of hers,
about the big bear.

It's clear to me that Sally's utilizing
that bear as a symbol of her father.

Really?

It may sound odd to you,
but it is an established fact that,

when a child experiences a peculiar
fascination for some kind of animal,

it's nearly always identifying
that animal,

sub-consciously, of course,
with their own father.

Morning, Mr. Pickering.

Hello, Johnny.

What are you doing that for?

Tell me something else to do
and I'll do it.

You've missed a bit there.

Ta.

Need a pair of spectacles, I do.

You'd be able to see better
if you bored little holes in your ears

and stuck golden earrings in 'em.

Fancy you knowing that, now.

It's what they did in the olden days.
I read about it.

Education's a wonderful thing.

I wish I had more time for reading.

In the olden days,
when they wanted to make a man confess,

they'd wait until the tide was going out,
then they'd cut open his stomach

and tie a piece of cork to his insides.

-Trip on the boat, lady?
-No, thank you. Come along, dear.

What are you trying to do? Ruin me?

Go on, push off.

Go on. Push off, now.

I've got a magnet.

Yes, and it's a jolly good one, too.

Let me have a go.

Where did you get it? Here?

Want to swap it?

I'll give you this golf ball for it.

It's got two miles of elastic.

Stretch it all out
and you'll have five miles of elastic.

I'll give you the golf ball
and this potato.

It's a very rare one.

All right, swap for this.

It's got a range of 25 yards.

See your nanny over there?
You could hit her from here with this.

Come on, swap!

Torch.

I'll give you the pistol and all these.

Will you swap it for my invisible watch?

Show me.

I can't see anything.

That proves it really is invisible.

-Nan, nan, look what I've got!
-If you're bringing me another crab…

-No, it's a watch. Look!
-Well, I can't see anything.

-It's an invisible watch.
-Let me hear it, then.

It's stopped!

-Boy, you give that back.
-He swapped it.

-I'll give you swap. Hand it over at once.
-I gave him my invisible watch.

You stop telling fibs.
He's got nothing of yours.

Well, he's dropped it, then.

I'm coming to the end of my patience.
Hand it over.

Stop, thief!
I'll have the police after you.

You're a thief, that's what you are.
Just a little swindler!

Stop! Stop!

Look out!

They'll be measuring you
for a wooden overcoat.

Here, sonny. You don't want to lose this.

Here, let's have a loan of this.

You've got something here, chum.
Come on, I'll show you.

Got a penny?

Don't matter, I have.

Split the fags, see. Fifty-fifty.
Three for me and two for you.

He's not looking, is he? Now, watch this.

In you go, my beauty.

Up a bit.

See? Easy.

That's it.

Keeping an eye out, aren't you?

Back to the five.

Now back to the three.

-And that'll do for the first.
-Come 'ere! Fiddle it, would you?

Give that here.

-I'll have you locked up for this.
-It's his.

Yours, is it?

No, you don't.

Do you know what this makes you?
A juvenile delinquent.

Do you know
what they do to juvenile delinquents?

They send them to Borstal.
Come on, we'll find a copper.

-What's the big idea?
-I'm sorry, missus.

Caught you proper.

Where's that policeman?
I've a good mind to give you in charge.

Here, get out of it!

What are you up to, son?

Look!

Is he dead?

Well, what's to do, my friend?

Habeas corpus?
Imminent collapse of building?

Or is the place on fire?

This young man thinks
you've got a corpse down there.

So I have, indeed.

Murder is a fine art.
It's my great passion.

Better take him to the station, hadn't we?

Shame on you, teasing the boy like that.

Come on, lad. Come and meet my corpse.

Go on, son. I'll look after you.

Here he is. A fugitive from the Waxworks.

Used to be Queen Elizabeth
before they turned him into Danny Kaye.

I knew he wasn't dead really.

Oh, he nearly met a fate worse than death.

When I rescued him last week,

he was about to become
Sir Stafford Cripps.

Oh, I get it.
It's meant to be an iron lung.

Correct.

The hospital asked me to make it
for demonstration purposes.

That's Corporation English
for "publicity stunt."

What's this for?

They put sick people in
when they can't breathe properly.

It does the breathing for them. See?

Can I work it?

Of course you can, and you may.

- How much is the real one going to cost?
- Oh, about £450.

Can't you get one free
from the National Health?

He'll go far, this lad will!

No, son.

St Valentine's is a disclaimed hospital.
It doesn't come under the Scheme.

Well, I wish you luck.

Here, put that towards it.

No, I didn't invite you down here
to relieve--

That's all right.

I'll come round later
with Police Ball tickets.

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

I'm afraid I haven't got any money.

Don't you worry about that, son.
It's quite the fashion these days.

Would this be any good?

Oh, you don't want to part with that.

I do.

Now, look, my friend. You may regret
this generous impulse later.

I won't, honestly.

It's worth quite a lot.

The little ones are nine-pence,
and this is the best one ever.

Yes. Yes, I'm sure it is.

Thank you, son. Thank you very much.

Never before in my experience…

-Car's here.
-Right.

Goodbye, darling.

Goodbye, mommy.

-Got your cap?
-In my pocket.

It'll get crumpled in there.
Why not put it on?

Not until I have to.

Take care of yourself.

-Mommy, the taxi driver's watching!
-All right, darling.

That's the last, I promise.

Goodbye, Danny. Goodbye, old man.
Be a good dog while I'm away.

-Come on. We shall miss that train.
-Coming!

Wait! Cap!

There.

-You've got your ration book?
-Yes, mommy.

-Goodbye, mommy.
-Goodbye, my darling.

-See you later.
-Goodbye.

-Good evening, Doctor.
-Good evening, Harper.

Nice looking job.

Yes, even a mechanical age
has its craftsmen.

Good of your friend to turn up.

Number 14,
Miss Gwen Mumford of Birkenhead.

Excuse me, Mr. Mayor.

Sorry about this.

George was at the office.
I stopped for a drink.

How unfortunate!

-Have I missed much?
-Only them.

But they aren't
what you came for, are they?

Hardly.

Did Johnny go off all right?

Oh, fine.
Ran into a pal of his at the station.

Which one?

That boy whose beard caught on fire
at the Christmas play.

-Butterworth? Oh, he's no pal of Johnny's.
-They seemed quite friendly.

-Punched each other in the stomach.
-Really?

I'd understood that Butterworth
was an object of derision

because he can't belch.

Last but not least, number 16,
Miss Marion Forbes of New Brighton.

Oh, by the way…

You started to say something.

Oh yes, erm…

-I was just going to say…
-Well, get on with it.

Don't keep on interrupting.
You'll only make me forget.

You'd better get our ration books
next time.

What are you talking about?

She works at the Food Office.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, while
the judges are making their decision,

I want you to give your attention

to Mr. Adam Harper
of the Board of St Valentine's Hospital.

Ladies and gentlemen.

This here is a demonstration model
of the iron lung,

which, by your presence here this evening,

you're helping to provide
for the local hospital.

This drum here, on being set in motion,
by the turn of a switch…

This'll be the evening's success.

Don't!
I suffer terribly on these occasions.

Bring those mermaids round again!

All right. All right.

Never mind. Never mind.
This gives me a chance to tell a story.

The story of the little chap
who came into my workshop the other day.

A story that'll make all of you
proud to be his fellow citizens.

-He's good, old Adam.
-Is he making it all up?

He wanted to know
what this apparatus was for.

Well, I told him as simply as I could.

And then…

Then something very,
very wonderful happened.

I can see the look on his little face now.

I wish I had a penny
to help the poor sick people.

Never mind, sonny.
Perhaps one day when you grow up.

Will this be any help
to the poor sick people?

Indeed it will.

But surely,
isn't it something you treasure?

Yes, it is.

But please take it
for the poor sick people.

They need it more than I do.

So I took it,

and here it is:

a simple offering of a little unknown lad,

who gave up for this cause,

the most precious thing that he possessed.

Wonderful story.

Made my eyeblack run.

I've got an idea.

-Auction it for the hospital!
-An excellent idea!

Who'll make me an offer for this magnet?
Proceeds to help the fund.

You'll start me off, sir? Five pounds?

Five pounds, I'm bid.

-Cunning devil.
-You asked for it.

Ten pounds.

Thank you, sir!
Ten pounds, I'm bid.

-Fifteen!
-Erm, 20!

Twenty pounds from Mr. Jervis.

Where's the rival grocer?

Now, what about it, Mr. Fogg?

-Twenty-five.
-Twenty-seven ten.

Thirty.

- Any advance on 30?
- Thirty-five.

Can't let those fellows get away with it.

Silly old ass.
Why won't he let 'em battle a bit longer?

Are you all finished at 35?

-Thirty-six.
-Darling, we can't afford it.

The Mayor will buy it.
His firm wants to build a real iron lung.

-Going…
-Thirty-seven.

See?

- Thirty-eight.
- Thirty-eight, I'm bid.

You again, Mr. Mayor?

Going at £38.

Going… Going…

Forty.

Thank you, sir.

No more bids?

Right!

Sold to our popular Mayor,
Mr. James Hancock.

Don't you ever give me a minute
like that again.

-It took three years off my life.
-Still, it was a marvelous idea.

-Forty pounds for a cheap magnet.
-The boy takes the credit.

I do hope his parents are here.
They must be feeling terribly proud.

This week's big attraction.

Now, what would I do
with a thing like that?

Take it away. Auction it again.

A magnet.

A toy magnet.

I can see him now,

in his little ill-fitting clothes…

Go on, sir. Take it.

I reckon they need it more than me.

Now, look here, son.

Are you sure you won't miss it too much?

That's all right, sir.

I don't mind so long as
it's to help the poor sick people.

He gave his all.

What about you?

There he stood,

holding it out to me,

his poor little thin arm showing
through his ragged shirt.

This any good to 'em, guv'nor?
I ain't got nothing else.

It'd be very useful, sonny,

but I couldn't possibly--

Go on, guv'nor. Take it. I want you to.
Let the poor sick perishers have it.

But he gave it willingly…

cheerfully…

One hundred pounds, I'm bid.

Do I hear 110?

Thank you, madam.

We only need, erm, 12 more now.

Will somebody complete the amount?

Sold,

to the Chairman of the Board
of St Valentine's Hospital,

His Worship the Mayor, for 122 pounds,

which now gives us the total sum required.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I have no intention of keeping
this magnet for myself.

As soon as we know which firm
is to receive our new iron lung…

As if we couldn't guess.

-Ssh!
-Excuse me.

As soon as we know that,

I shall hand over this magnet
to be suitably mounted on the apparatus,

as an ever present reminder
of that fine little lad,

whose unselfishness
and high sense of public duty

has set an example to us all.

Hear, hear!

His identity remains unknown to us,

but I have given orders
that the search for him is to continue,

for I feel it's up to us
to see that this poor little waif,

so long as he breathes in our midst,

shall never go hungry again.

Here, Brent, try one of these.

-What are they?
-Marzipan wizards.

-Do they go with potato crisps?
-Of course, you ass.

Thanks.

-P and O!
-Rot, she's an Ellerman.

She's the Clan Line, bet you!

White band round the funnel.

Hey, Nosnibor! Polish flag!

-Where?
-Beyond that Ellerman.

-P and O.
-Clan Line.

- Help, Nosnibor! Rescue!
- I'm coming!

Is your friend a Pole?

Pole? No, sir.

Nosnibor sounds like a Polish name.

His real name's Robinson,
only we spell it backwards.

Oh, I see.

Stupid of me.

-Where's this?
-Canada dock.

That's us. Come on, Scatty.

Bye, all.

Goodbye!

Yes, ever so sad.

Proper heart-breaking.

Poor little mite.

-Sir, may I borrow your paper?
-Yes, certainly.

-Pneumonia, was it?
-They said it was pneumonia.

But I know better.

If you ask me,
his poor little heart was broken.

Makes you feel you want to cry,
doesn't it?

I cried my eyes out,
I don't mind admitting it.

To see him lying there,
all stiff and dead.

Here's a picture of him
taken just before he went.

Dear little chap.

He wasn't mine,
but I did get that fond of him.

I cried enough to fill a bucket.

What are your views about DeBeer's?
Likely to improve?

Hello, are you feeling all right?

And I'll tell you
something about that…

Perhaps we'd better have the window open.

It's all right.
I'm getting out here, thank you.

All right, old boy.

Hello, old man. How are you?

Fine.

You're looking pale.
Nothing to do with your report, I hope.

No, no, everything's all right, thank you.

There goes our new car.

-Daddy?
-Yes, old man?

If a person's in quarantine
for scarlet fever,

and he goes up to another boy
and talks to him,

can he give him pneumonia?

No, quite impossible.

Why?

Nothing.

I just wondered.

Daddy,
can a person really die of a broken heart?

Heavens,
you haven't broken yours, have you?

Can they, daddy?

It'd be a poor lookout
for poets if they didn't.

What was that last word?

"Billet." B-I-L-L-E-T.

Is this good French?

Good enough.

Now let's have it in German.

Oh, dear. Let me see.

The reward…

Don't write this down.

The reward will be paid upon return.

Good morning.

Nearly ready.

Johnny, stand up and let daddy see.

It's not so extraordinary.

- I say!
- I can't believe that's my son.

They suit him.

-How do they feel, Johnny?
-All right.

It's quite an occasion, this.

Look, I, erm, meant
to slip something in the pocket.

I forgot.

-There you are.
-Thanks awfully.

What's all this about?

I've got a parachute to send up
my kite string.

It comes off at the top
and goes for miles and miles.

"Reward paid if returned to J.D Brent."

I put it in English too
so if it blew across to Ireland,

they'd understand it.

Empty this, will you?

You don't know any Norwegian,
do you, daddy?

No, I'm afraid not.

-I may be able to work it out in Arabic.
-I don't think it'll get as far as Arabia.

What's this reward you're offering?

I thought perhaps a tuppenny stamp.
Foreigners would like that, wouldn't they?

Because an English one is foreign to them.

Here, take this and get on.
You'll be late.

It only remains for me to add

that, if at some future time
our little benefactor is traced,

he will find awaiting him
this mark of our esteem,

this honor,

which it has long been the custom
of our ancient borough to bestow

upon its most illustrious sons
and daughters:

the Civic Gold Medal!

Extraordinary how they can't trace
that boy with the magnet.

They'll find him eventually,
you can be sure of that.

Who's that?

-Oh, it's you. You're back early.
-Where's your kite?

Blown away? What a shame!

You're all out of breath.
You been chasing it?

That's always the way with kites.
I had one, once--

It's all right, I'll go.

Does J.D Brent live here?

J.D?

- Oh yes, it's my son.
- I found this in Woodchurch Road.

I see.

-I think that ought to cover it.
-Ta.

Thank you very much.

Where are you, Johnny?

A man's just brought your parachute back.

It didn't quite get as far as
France or Germany.

It came down in Woodchurch Road.
But you can use it again.

No kite.

I think perhaps the housekeeping
can run to it.

Like to buy yourself another?

Erm, thanks mommy,

but I don't think I will
just at the moment.

What?

I've got a bit of a pain.

It's all that chasing about, I expect.

Why not go and lie down
for a little while?

I think perhaps I will.

Read a book and take it easy.
You can have supper in bed, if you like.

Thanks, I'll see.

If you ask me,
his poor little heart was broken.

I cried my eyes out.
I don't mind admitting it.

To see him lying there all stiff and dead.

-Hello, there.
-Hello.

-How's the pain?
-Better, thanks.

-Do you think you can manage this?
-I'll try.

It was hard luck about the kite.

It doesn't matter, really.
Saved me winding the string in.

There is that about it.

Now, Johnny, really!

Your new trousers.

It's high time you learned
a little tidiness.

If you're old enough to wear these,
you can look after your clothes.

Sorry, daddy.

Do make an effort, old man.

-Have you got everything you want?
-Yes, thanks.

If not, give us a shout.

A little off color.
Nothing to worry about.

Should I take his temperature?

No, a good night's sleep
and he'll be full of beans again.

Let me go!

I didn't mean to kill him!

Let me go!

No, no! I don't want the beastly magnet!

Take it away!

It's all right, my darling.

It's just a silly old dream.

That's a boy. Ooh!

There!

Let mommy tuck you up, hmm?

Night, night.

-All right?
-Yes, just a nightmare.

I was trying to remember
what I gave him for lunch.

For a psychiatrist's wife,

you have an amazing regard
for the influence of the digestive organs.

You don't think it's anything else?

It might be.

I can't say
without a bit more material evidence.

Look,

I'd like you to keep a close watch on him
tomorrow.

Make a note of everything
he says and does.

All right.

Goodnight, darling.

Goodnight.

Don't worry.

Hello.

-Wearing his shorts again.
-I thought it might mean something.

Yes, I'm pretty sure it does.

-Hasn't been out of the house?
-Only as far as the shed.

Here's his laundry book.
He left it on the window sill.

Good, this may help a lot.

-I wonder what…
-Another of his famous lists.

No ages or numbers.
What's the common factor this time?

Mrs. Tucker, Mrs. Wentworth Jones,
Mrs… Porridge, it looks like.

Mrs. Torridge.
She's the woman who works in the dairy.

What can Deidre Wentworth Jones
have in common with her?

They spit in your face when they talk,
but--

Wait a minute.

Does this dairywoman ride a bicycle?

Well, she used to before she…

-Oh!
-That may be it.

I've often seen Deirdre on a bike.

-Robert.
-Mrs. Tucker, too.

-And Mrs. Flint. This is most interesting.
-Robert, do listen.

I wonder if I can explain
the implications of this.

-All these women ride bicycles.
-Well, they don't now.

What?

They're all having babies.

-Hello.
-Hello, daddy.

I can write nearly as fast with my foot
as I can with my hand.

It'll be useful
next time you get 100 lines.

Yes, it will, won't it?

I can write with my left foot, too.
You watch.

You say a word
and I'll see if I can write it down.

Yes, all right.

No, wait a minute.
That's a bit too simple.

Tell you what.

You shut your eyes and I'll say a word.

Write down the first thing
that comes into your head.

That's a good idea.

All right.
Shut your eyes and make your mind blank.

Ready.

Trousers.

My toes are tired.

That's a word though, isn't it?

Ma?

Certainly.

Short for mother.

And it means "my" in French.

That's right. So it does.

I bet you're the first person
to write two languages

simultaneously with your foot.

-Gosh, do you really think I am?
-Hmm, positive.

Now, look. It's time you packed up.

Come on, hop in.

Shall I write to the newspapers
and tell them?

Hmm, you should.

Get your picture on the front page.

I don't think perhaps I will.

-Goodnight, old man.
-Goodnight, daddy.

Well?

Yes, I know exactly what's wrong.

Everything's as clear as daylight.
Oh blast! It's that fuse again.

Here we are.

-Haven't we got a torch?
-Johnny borrowed the battery for his bell.

Tell me about Johnny.

I had a pretty shrewd idea
what the trouble was.

Now I know I'm right.

He's just supplied the final proof.

-You know where the main switch is?
-Yes, yes. Go on.

Johnny's in the throes
of a mental conflict,

precipitated by his new trousers.

All right, switch off the main.

His first pair of long trousers,

tangible evidence that he's growing up.

Now, the knowledge that the thing is
inevitable tends to make it frightening.

I never can remember these circuits.

Therefore,
he has a latent dread of the future,

which gives him a desire
to cling to the past.

Now, the past is something
which he associates with

the motherly protection he's always known.

You follow me?

Erm, yes dear. At a respectful distance.

He goes out in his long trousers
for the first time,

and, by a very unfortunate chance,
he lets go the string of his kite,

and loses a cherished possession.

Now, in his subconscious,

that symbolized the final severing
of the cord binding him to his mother.

Oh, Robert.

Do you want to understand
what's happening?

Yes, but connecting me with a kite… Go on.

He goes back into his shorts.

He stays near you all day
to demonstrate his dependence on you.

He becomes preoccupied with unborn babies.

-Do try to keep that still.
-Robert, it's frightening.

Are you sure about this?

Darling, just now I tried a potted version
of Jung's Associative Word Test.

I made him shut his eyes and write down
the first thing that came to him

when I said "trousers."

-There we are.
-And what happened?

He wrote… Ma.

-Ma?
-Yes.

-Diminutive of the word "mother."
-Oh, Robert. What am I to do?

You've got to make him feel there's
a new bond growing between you two.

A bond just as strong as the old one,
with the difference that,

you are now the weaker partner,
growing more and more dependent on him.

Give him little jobs
that only he can do for you.

Get him to unscrew the top of a jar
because you aren't strong enough.

Or… Put it on again.

The top of a jar?

- The switch!
- Oh.

You know the sort of thing.

Make a point of remarking
now and again that you…

don't know what you'd do without him,
and so on.

Oh, Robert. Isn't life cruel?

Think what thousands of children suffer,

going through an ordeal like this with
parents who don't realize the trouble.

Yes, darling.

Whatever small success
I may have had in my profession,

I've never been so thankful
for my training as I am at this moment.

Yes, daddy. I did take his magnet.

It broke his heart.

They're after me, daddy.
They'll lock me up!

Mommy!

Oh, you are here.

I'm seeing if I can get around
without touching the floor.

Yes, darling.

I'm going to the shops and I wondered
if you'd come and help me carry things.

Oh, must I?

Well, you don't want to stay here alone,
do you?

I don't mind!

I want to see
if I can get around the room like this.

But you may fall, and
there won't be anyone here to help you.

All right. I'll do a bit of Meccano
until you get back.

Oh, come on, old boy.

It's lovely out and I don't think
I can manage all those things alone.

Let me stay, mommy. Please let me.

Well,

if it means so much to you.

Thanks awfully, mommy.

- What's the matter?
- Oh, I hurt myself..

Oh, turned my ankle.

Run to the bathroom,
hold my flannel under the cold tap,

squeeze it and bring it here.

Right!

- What's this do?
- It takes the swelling out.

When a native breaks his leg in Africa,

the witch doctor rubs it with a juice
from squished beetles.

Well, I haven't broken my leg.

I just thought it'd be fun to try
if I could find enough beetles to squish.

Well, I prefer this, thanks.

Does it hurt much?

It feels better already.

What would I do without you, Johnny?

You have to do without me
when I'm at school.

Erm, yes, but I mean this afternoon.

Darling, I have to have those things
for this evening

and I can't walk to the shops now.

I'll go and ring up a taxi.

Johnny, really!
When I've got you to rely on?

But you said I needn't go out.

But that was before this happened.

Now, help me up. There's a good boy.

I'll give you a list of the things I want,

and it won't take you longer
than about ten minutes.

I'm a lucky woman
having such a useful son.

Get me something to write with, darling.

Now, let me see.

First the grocer.

I want, erm…

custard powder…

tin of tomato soup…

Erm… yes, a pound of macaroni.

At the greengrocers,
I want a large lettuce.

A nice hard one.

And you might ask
if the frozen peas are in.

If not, get a tin of French beans.

But don't mention those
until you've asked about the peas.

-Johnny, are you listening?
-Sorry, what?

Do put that thing down
and pay attention for a moment.

Don't bother about the beans

unless they say
they haven't any frozen peas.

-Have you got that?
-Hmm!

I think that's all for today.

The rest can wait until tomorrow.

-You'd better take my basket.
-Oh, must I?

You can ask Mr. Johnson
to sell you one of his carrier bags.

You needn't pay. Have them put down.

Run along, darling.

Oh, cheer up!

You ought to feel proud
doing all this important work for me.

Half a guinea a ticket? That's blackmail!

We've applied for an extension.

If you get one, I shan't dance.
If you don't, I shan't come.

It's that boy! The boy with the magnet!

Hey, sonny! Sonny!

-I'll head him off.
-Here, just a minute, sonny! We want you!

There he is! We've got him cornered!

There I was, dancing in a cabaret
with a monstrous man in a black sombrero.

He twirled me round and round,
and suddenly,

I found it was Mr. Faraday, our vicar.

And I don't know if you know Mr. Faraday,
but the most significant fact--

Excuse me, sir.
Mrs. Brent is on the telephone.

It's very urgent.

All right, switch it through.

Please excuse me, Mrs. Ward.
Something rather urgent.

Hello?

Darling, what is it?

I just sent him out for one or two things,

but that was over an hour ago,
and you said he wouldn't want to leave me.

I'm sure he wouldn't stay away
of his own accord.

Darling, try not to worry.
I'll start making enquiries at once.

- Hey, George.
- Hello?

-Coming for a cup of tea?
-What time is it?

-Half past four.
-Yes. I could do with one.

Out!

He ain't playing.

If he caught it, he was playing.
If he wasn't, he wouldn't have caught it.

-Give us that ball.
-Come on, get on with it.

Hey, I'm in. Give us that bat.

-It's my turn.
-It's my bat.

Well, if I'm out,
I'm taking my stumps home.

Call yourself a cricketer?

Get out of the way.

Out of the way, I said.

-Come here. Where you going?
-Nowhere special.

-What's your name?
-Johnny Brent.

Oh me name's Johnny Brent!
Me name's Johnny Brent!

-Ha! Your shirt's hanging out.
-Where are you from?

-Over the river.
-Over the "rivah"?

What are you doing here?

- I ran away.
- Ran away from home?

I'll make him talk.

The police are after me.

Don't believe it. You're a liar.

-I'm not. It's true.
-What do they want you for?

Copper, lads.

Hey, you, come here!

We wasn't doing nothing.

Have you seen a strange boy here
this afternoon?

Ten years old, gray pullover and shorts,
blue and yellow tie…

- What's his name?
- John Brent. Have you seen him?

Not me.

All right.

What's he done, mister?

Don't make him nosey. Let's have a chase.

Okay, you can come out now. He's gone.

What do they want you for, lad?

-Murder.
-Murder?

Well, sort of, anyway.

-He's a murderer.
-Murderer?

Yeah. Done in a copper. Slit his throat.

Well, don't all stand here nattering.

We've got to find a place for him to hide.

Right, eh?

Do you know somewhere, then?

I know! There's that bombed house
in Bangkok Street.

No, he wants to keep out of them.

-That's how my brother got pinched.
-If I was on the run, I know what I'd do.

Jump a train and go to Birmingham.

Why do you want to go to Birmingham?

It's a long way from here.

So's Australia.

Shut up! I'm thinking.

Cor, I bet it don't half hurt.

-I know where.
-Shut up, I said.

If it's an idea, we'd best hear it.

I've got it.

-Down the pier. The old diver's hut.
-That's just what I was going to say.

-You're a liar.
-Thought of it long ago.

-You're all liars.
-You're wasting time.

That's right. Come, I'll show you the way.

Assault! Assault!

My mom says I've got to have my tea.

Come on, then.

No, Mrs. Brent.
He hasn't been down his way.

I haven't seen Johnny all day.

Thank you. I just wondered.

Oh, I say.

Have you seen a small boy, about--

I'm a police officer.
I'm looking for him myself.

Thank you. I just wondered.

-Dr. Brent! I've just seen him.
-You have? Where?

In this very street.
Recognized him as soon as I saw him.

-It's the boy with the magnet, right!
-Blast the boy with the magnet!

Come on. Hurry up!

-Not bad, eh?
-Jolly good.

Mike, Perce, get that suit down.

Give you something to lie on.

Got some food there?

Yes. Well, I think so.

I'll scrounge grub
and bring it round in the morning.

We'll all scrounge some. Got it?

If you want to take a walk,

you want to put this on.

Disguise.

Oh, turn it up.

We're making too much noise.

Yeah. Come on.

-Are you going now?
-Yeah, got to. See you in the morning.

Come here.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Extraordinary how they can't trace
that boy with the magnet.

They'll find him eventually.
You can be sure of that.

Mrs. Brent speaking.

Yes?

I see.

Thank you.

No news.

He'll turn up soon.

I assure you, it's simply a case
of the super-ego motivated--

Oh, kite strings!

Come in.

Who's there?

It's us.

-Sleep all right?
-Oh, I'm stiff.

-Hungry?
-Oh, thank you.

I've got some, too.

-Thank you very much.
-Somebody's coming.

It's only Mike.

-Anybody else about?
-No, come on.

What are we going to do?

What do you mean do?

We can't play cricket here.
We'd lose the ball if we had one.

What do you want to do?

That old barge looks fun.

-Come on, let's break it up.
-We won't have long. The tide's coming in.

Hey!

What's the big idea?

-Who let him out?
-He wanted to come out.

I told you to wait for me.

-Where are you going?
-Smash that old barge up.

-Who said so?
-Johnny did.

-I didn't say so.
-Johnny said so.

I've had the cops after me
afore now, hundreds of times.

What's that got to do with the barge?

-You shut up.
-Why should I shut up for you?

See that hole there?

- What about it?
- I dare you to walk across.

-I dare you.
-You do? Come on, then.

-Bet you've done it before.
-I never have.

-Yes, you have. I've seen you.
-You're a liar.

Come on!

What's the matter? Get a move on!

Windy. Get up.

Windy.

He's all of a tremble.

It's easy, I tell you.

I can do it backwards.

-Don't be an ass.
-I've done it hundreds of times.

- You never have.
- You're a liar.

No, don't! Don't!

Don't!

He's dead!

Stop! Stop! Wait!

Get some help, quick!

-They'll catch you.
-Get some help!

What's the matter, fireman? Practicing?

-Have a cherry. They're awfully nice.
-No, thank you, nurse.

-Hello, darling.
-Hello, mommy.

-How are you feeling?
-All right.

-Daddy, don't let them take my picture.
-Do what?

I mentioned there was a press photographer
downstairs wanting his picture.

-He doesn't like the idea.
-No.

That's all right, Johnny. Don't you worry.
Nurse, go and send him away.

-Yes, doctor.
-Thank you.

-How's Spike?
-He's doing well.

-What did you find?
-Spinal cord compression in the neck.

There's temporary paralysis
of the breathing mechanism.

We got that iron lung just in time!

He's not going to die, is he?

No. No, of course not.
He'll be out again in a fortnight.

Here's a visitor, Spike.

-Hello.
-Hello.

Bet you've never seen
anything like this before.

I have.

-Bet you haven't.
-Yes, I have.

You're a liar.

- What's the matter?
- That… thing.

-What, that old magnet?
-What's it doing there?

I don't know.
The nurse started telling me some yarn.

Load of tripe.

I'll have it off before I go.

Your mother's come to take you home.

Say goodbye, Spike.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

-Good afternoon, nurse.
-Good afternoon.

-The committee meeting started?
-They've just gone in.

Thank you.

No…

Yes! Got you, my lad.
This time you don't escape from me!

Mr. Harper, that's a patient!

Gentlemen. Gentlemen, I have him at last!
The boy with the magnet.

Johnny!

Daddy, I didn't mean to do it.
I didn't think.

-But, Dr. Brent, this can't be your son.
-Certainly it's my son.

This is the boy
we've been looking for.

It can't be.

You're not the boy
who gave Mr. Harper a magnet?

Yes, daddy,
but I didn't think I was doing wrong.

Not at the time.

Wrong?

Wrong?

You've done nothing wrong, lad.

Don't you know
why we've been looking for you?

Why, so I can present you with this.

Please, sir. I… don't think I want it.

Kit!
Can't you hear me? Do as I tell you!

Come away from that dirty thing!

Come away, I tell you!

Kit!

Come away at once!

-What's that?
-Civic Gold Medal.

-Want to swap it?
-What for?

I'll give you my invisible watch.

You will?

Show me.

Listen.

Tick, tick, tick!

Okay.

Nan! Nan, look what I've got!