It Always Rains on Sunday Page #2

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- 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 it.

Don't worry, I'd shop Tommy Swann

as 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 after 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!

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.

- Go and get me a bit of it.

Can't. My 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 up somewhere till dark.

You're soaking!

You'll catch your death of cold.

I'd be all right

if I could get some grub.

Haven't eaten

since dinner time yesterday.

I'll try.

There are 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 fool.

Those plates cost money!

And don't scowl at me.

- I wasn't scowling.

- That's right, call me a liar!

What's up?

Why don't you keep

your kids in order?

You sit there listening to her

calling me a liar,

and you don't say a blinking word.

Strikes me as though

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

of a morning, 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!

Here you are, then!

They're 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, Bill?

Took Minnie Fraser, the Scots piece

out of Fielding Street.

She's a nice girl. You'll be getting

married one of these times.

Me and Minnie?

Nothing like that about us.

- Still, we enjoyed ourselves.

- 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 meshuggah.

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 lot for 15 quid.

- I can't afford to take risks.

OK by me.

I don't stand to make anything.

Just trying to help some blokes.

You could 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?

Mm? Er...

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-hm.

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.

- 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 do you know where I work?

- A little bird told me.

She works there too.

Stinks, eh?

Your cheesy watch, it's 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.

A beauty parlour, 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. Any time you like. It's worth

five quid a week with tips.

- I'll have to think about it.

- Sure.

- Ask your dad.

- Half a crown, tulips!

- Goodbye.

- 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.

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