It Always Rains on Sunday Page #6

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except those scars on your back?

I was dead unlucky.

First time I was shopped,

and they had me taped after that.

I made a mistake,

tried a different kind of job.

If I'd stuck to smash 'n' grab,

I'd have been all right.

Maybe.

- Don't do that!

- I've been away a long time, Rose.

- You mustn't do it!

- Well, you used to love me.

You bleedin' fool. Why d'you think

I'm doing all this for you?

- Because I USED to love you?

- Do you still, then?

Oh, I don't know.

I don't know anything today.

After you came out the first time

and you didn't come and see me,

I decided I'd forget all about you.

It was just then that George

asked me to marry him

and I thought, "Why not?

"He's been good to me

and I'll play fair with him."

Only now and then, something

would make me remember,

like when I saw your photograph

in the paper this morning.

I'd remember every moment

we'd ever had together.

Oh, Tommy!

I'll come back.

Mum! Mum!

Where are yer?

Mum, what d'yer think? There was

a man with a barrow of flowers...

- What is it this time?

- There was a barrow of flowers.

A car came round the corner

and knocked it clean over.

Pity he didn't knock you over, too.

Now, you go out and stay out.

- How about a cuppa, eh?

- All right.

Salvation!

Salvation!

Is good for me, good for you

Salvation!

Salvation!

Is here for me

Here for you...

Good evening.

Mr Neesley at home?

- He is not.

- What a shame.

I've got a warrant

to search the premises.

- Good luck.

- Good luck.

- Nearly skint again.

- Yeah. Nearly skint again.

What do we do

with all our money?

You mean what we're gonna get

for them skates. That ain't money.

That's it, tell the world. Why don't

you get on the counter and shout?

That ain't money.

That's chicken feed. That's peanuts.

- Old Neesley's a ruddy old thief.

- And a ruddy old 'umbug.

Him and his church organ.

Sunday evenings,

don't he always go down to Bow?

That's right. Plays the harmonium

at the Seaman's Mission. Why?

- Cos I'm gonna do 'im.

- Shut up!

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

I'm gonna do 'im,

good and proper.

Not just for the sake

of putting the boot in.

Don't forget, he always carries

a century in 'is sky.

That's clever

Robbery with violence.

- Know what you get for that?

- The cat.

Just the same,

I'm gonna do 'im.

I'm gonna do 'im real right.

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

Evening, boys.

Where's the third musketeer?

- Huh?

- Where's your pal, Whitey?

How should we know, Mr Fothergill?

Gone to church, I expect.

Of course. Will you boys

have one for the road?

- We ain't going anywhere.

- Oh, yes, you are.

You're coming round

to the station with me.

If you're still looking

for a story...

Thanks very much. I'm not.

Evening, precious.

I'll have a large gin.

Doris, I've been looking

all over for you.

Same here.

Your landlady wouldn't let me in.

She said it wasn't

that kind of house.

She can go and chase herself.

Have you caught a cold?

Can't be helped.

I wanted to say I was sorry.

You've got nothing

to be sorry about.

Oh, yes, I have. I've seen

Lou Hyams. He's OK.

Well!

So, I take back all I said.

But I've seen his sister

and she says he's not OK.

- I was gonna take back all I said.

- Well, I'll be...

- I'll make you a hot cup of tea.

- No, you will not, Mr Edwards.

- Now, look here...

- Never mind, Ted.

I'd better run you home.

Can't we still go to the pictures?

I don't know. What time is it?

It's only ten past seven.

Here.

Never mind.

Make up for it next Sunday, eh?

- This table's engaged.

- I want to give you a few tips.

You're going to run Morry's home

when I leave, aren't you?

- Well, I...

- You see,

he's got some funny little ways

I think you ought to know about.

He was spoilt as a child.

Won't do a thing for himself.

Thinks nothing of making you

get up in middle of the night

to get him a hot-water bottle.

He has to have tea in bed

every morning.

And he's so fussy

about his appearance.

Though why he should be with

those short legs, I don't know.

Even his dress shirts

I have to wash at home.

Quite often, one can get

the lipstick off with breadcrumbs.

But...

Hello, Morry.

We were talking about you.

As I was saying, about

the housekeeping money,

it's no good going through his

pockets, he hides his money.

- Don't you, Morry?

- Sadie, why do you say such things?

Because I'm leaving you, Morry.

What do you mean, leaving?

Leaving.

Goodbye.

- But, Sadie...

- Here, what about me?

- What am I going to do?

- Oh, leave me alone!

- Cor!

- It's just a matter of practice.

- Let me try.

- All right, then.

George,

it's time he went to sleep.

Mum, I was just learning how!

You heard what I said, Alfie.

- Good night.

- Good night, Mum.

- Night, son.

- Good night, Dad.

Remember, Rosie? Florrie Ford

sang it, Hackney Empire.

- Did she?

- Mm.

Time we was off

to The Compasses.

Mind if I don't come tonight?

Got a bit of a headache.

All that fuss this afternoon.

Nice drop of Guinness

would soon put that right.

It's so stuffy and smoky

at The Compasses.

I'd rather stay here quiet,

if you don't mind.

Oh, poor old girl.

All right, then. I'll stay, too.

I can't, though. I forgot. Promised

to play in the Buffaloes match.

You and your darts.

I'm going to be late.

Like me to bring you

a bottle of Guinness back?

- Yes, do. It'll be nice.

- All right, then.

A lot older than you, isn't he?

15 years.

You'll need a shirt.

Mm.

- Evenin', Mr Sandigate.

- Evenin', Edie. Pint, please.

Where's Mrs S this evening?

She deserted us?

No, been a bit poorly all day.

- Oh. Nothing serious, I hope?

- No, I don't think so.

Thank you.

She'll be 'aving a good cry

over old times, I dare say.

I don't get you, precious.

Maybe that's why

she didn't feel like turning out.

Used to be a friend

of Tommy Swann.

- Who? Him?

- No, 'er. Mrs Sandigate.

Met in this bar. Crazy about him,

she was. Nearly married him.

Yeah? Now, she could give me

a real human interest story.

- Give you a black eye, more likely.

- Listen, precious.

When I want a story, I get it.

- What's the address?

- Hm! No 'arm in trying.

- 26 Coronet Grove.

- Be seeing you.

Shot, George!

Now's your chance, George.

That badge'll look fine

on that suit, George.

- Oh, well done, George!

- Pints all round, Edie!

I knew I'd get it one day.

Pity Rose wasn't here

to see it, though.

Well, thanks, Rosie.

You might try and let me know

where you get to.

If I make it,

I'll send you a card signed Bill.

If I don't make it,

you won't need a card.

Just my luck! All I can do

is help you get to some place

where I'll never see you again.

If I get fixed up abroad,

you can come out.

It's too late.

Why?

Just too late, that's all.

Ten years too late.

Anyhow, you don't really mean it.

You might think you do at this

moment, but you don't really.

No, you'll...get to Cape Town

or wherever it is and...

find yourself a girl.

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