It Always Rains on Sunday Page #3

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

- Yeah, that's all.

Better hurry. They'll be open

in a couple of minutes.

Oh, there's plenty of time.

Brewery delivered yesterday.

I'm off.

- What about it?

- Sorry I spoke!

- Anything the matter, Rosie?

- No. Why?

You just don't seem

yourself today.

I'm all right.

I expect you need

a bit of a change,

being shut up

in the house all day.

Tell you what! How about us going

out somewhere this afternoon?

- Going out where?

- Anywhere you like. Pictures?

- Do us both good.

- I haven't time.

- I'm behind with my mending.

- Oh, leave it.

What? And have you grousing

about holes in your socks?

Oh, well. Just as you like.

I thought it might do you good.

Come on, hop out of that bath.

I want to get on with my dinner.

Right you are.

I didn't know what to think.

The watch was on the level...

- The watch was on the level?

- Oh, yes.

I thought those machines

were fixed, but they can't be.

- Look! Isn't it smashing?

- Yeah.

And tomorrow there'll be

a smashing fur coat.

And next week, a smashing

little flat over the beauty parlour.

All strictly on the level!

- Ted, if you're insinuating...

- I ain't insinuating anything.

If you think Lou Hyams

goes around

giving girls jobs and flowers

for their own good, you're crazy.

You think he's a welfare officer?

Lou Hyams has got brains

enough to see through you.

He has, has he?

I'll thank you not to shout at me,

seeing as I'm not deaf.

You couldn't take that job,

anyway.

Why not?

I can suit myself, can't I?

No, you can't. It's him or me,

now get that clear.

I can do without both of you,

thanks.

So can I, too.

Hey! Just a minute!

You've forgotten

Lou Hyams' daffodils.

Seen my pipe cleaners

anywhere?

Oh. Ah.

Get along, for goodness sake.

You're in my way.

Fine thing, master of the house

turned out of his own kitchen!

- Tommy.

- Yes?

When I say now,

make a run for the house.

Now.

- Morning, Mrs Sandigate.

- Morning, Mrs Watson.

Nice weather for ducks

and aspidistras!

Well, I must go

and get the dinner on.

What you got today?

Beef.

I got a nice bit of lamb

and mint sauce.

I never think lamb's quite

the same without mint sauce.

No, nor do I. Well, I really must go

and get mine in the oven.

What was that?

Woman next door.

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

I can get you

some hot food in a bit.

There won't be anybody back

till dinner time.

Is there anything

I can have now?

- Bread and marge.

- That'll do.

It's cold in that shelter.

You'll die of cold,

going out there again.

- Too bad.

- I've been thinking.

You could go upstairs

to the bedroom.

- Hm?

- It's the safest place.

- You said there'd be no one back.

- Shut up and hide.

What are you doing back?

I thought you were out all day.

Ted was kept on a job

at the garage.

- I want a vase for these.

- There isn't one in there.

Yes, there is, the blue china.

Seeing you're back,

you can make yourself useful.

I forgot the cheese ration.

Run round to the lane to get it.

OK. Where do you want

these put?

On the dresser, I should think.

How long's that hot grub gonna be?

The sooner I get outside again,

the better.

Not long. But go upstairs, like I

said. Be able to dry your clothes.

I'll get you out again this evening,

as soon as he's gone to the pub.

It'll be dark by then.

Come on, Tommy.

You've got to get some sleep

if you're gonna make

a run for it tonight.

OK, then. Suppose your old man

wants a nap after dinner?

Always has his nap downstairs.

I'll lock you in,

and keep the key on me.

Get those wet things off.

You can put these on

while I dry 'em.

Your back!

- Was that...?

- Yes, it was.

Pretty, ain't it? That's what

you look like after the cat.

Some time after. Just after,

you look like a lump of raw meat.

When I come out the hospital...

Them nice kind people send you

to hospital when they're finished.

When I come out, I used

to lie in bed and feel them scars

and swear I'd beat 'em

and get out of there.

And I got out.

- Here, just you feel 'em.

- I don't want to feel them.

I don't want to look at them.

Seems funny, me sleeping

in your old man's bed.

What's he like?

He's all right.

He's decent to me.

Why'd you come here, Tommy?

I reckoned they'd think

I wouldn't come to the East End.

To me, I mean.

I reckoned

you wouldn't let me down.

I've got to get away somewhere,

Rose. I still had three years to do.

And if they get me,

I'll have lost me remission.

I'll do meself in,

sooner than go back there.

I'll get you some food.

Thank you, Mr Hyams.

- Morning, Mr Hyams.

- Morning, Edie.

Those are on me.

I'll 'ave me usual.

No sale.

Sorry.

- He's too broke or too scared.

- You wouldn't take 'em yourself?

- Let you have 'em for 12.

- Don't tempt me.

I tried to help you out

but you know I never play crooked.

- Cheerio.

- Good luck.

Good luck.

- I suppose you boys are stone cold?

- Not got half a dollar.

They ain't worth a light.

Pay me back

when you get shot of the stuff.

- Ta, Lou.

- Thanks, Edie.

Well, I got to blow.

So long.

He's a good boy. And don't forget,

we owe him a oncer.

Yeah, better go round to see

old Neesley this afternoon.

Then the kid comes in with

a right hook and Bob's your uncle!

Hope I'm not intruding, boys.

- Oh, good morning, Mr Fothergill.

- Have a drink?

- You know what you can do with...

- We don't mind if we do.

- I'll have a large Scotch.

- Yeah. Me too.

You boys are getting expensive

tastes. Beer turned sour?

Any self-respecting beer'd

turn sour...

You know how it is, Mr Fothergill.

We couldn't drink common beer

with you, could we?

Couldn't you?

Four bitters, please, Edie.

You're very quiet, Dicey.

A still tongue makes a wise head, eh?

- Been doing any driving lately?

- Driving? No, of course not.

How can I drive with me gammy leg?

It's hard enough to walk.

You've got a driving licence

up to date, though.

I'm working in the market now.

I never know when

I may have to do a bit of driving.

Even if it does hurt me leg.

- Who are you working for?

- Me cousin.

Oh, I see. Which cousin is that?

- Me oldest cousin.

- Oh, I see.

By the way,

somebody did a warehouse

in Great Mansell Street last night.

Drove a van load

of kids' skates out of the yard.

The van was dumped

near Hackney Marshes.

There were fingerprints

on the steering wheel.

- Good luck.

- Good luck.

Good luck.

Nothing remarkable about that,

is there?

Fingerprints on every

steering wheel, isn't there?

You're right, Freddie. Dead right.

I never thought of that.

'Ere, why aren't you out

looking for Tommy Swann instead

of mucking about in boozers?

It's easier to catch three little

sprats than one large whale.

Cheerio. Be seeing you.

There's another one here...

The gospel ship

Is sailing along...

Nice singing! Shut up!

Yeah, I'll do you an' all!

Right, sir. I'll order that

for you right away.

Run along, sonny,

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