Just Henry Page #3

I want you all to divide up into

groups of three

and pick a theme

from what you've talked about.

Off you go.

Well, you three

would make a perfect group.

Stories, music, photography.

You should do the cinema!

I'm not going with him.

No. I'm not going with you.

(BELL RINGS)

Good work, class.

Look forward to your ideas.

I've a camera you could use, Henry.

If you'd agree to work with Jeffries.

Never.

And before you try sweet-talking me,

Mrs Beaumont, my answer's the same.

Well, Grace, what now?

I think I've got an idea, Mrs B.

Henry!

Tomorrow's Saturday. I know.

I might be "silly", but I do know

the days of the week. Clever.

There's a good film on at the Plaza

and we're going tomorrow.

Would you like to come?

Me? Go to the pictures with you?

Yes.

Don't know, I suppose I could.

I'll see you outside at half-seven,

then.

Henry! How can I help you?

This camera. Can I have a look?

Just a look, that's all.

Leica 3.

Made in Germany in the '30s, just as

Herr Hitler was getting going.

It's so small.

Come on. I'll show you

how to put a film in.

This belongs to my husband.

He loved this camera.

It takes wonderful pictures.

He's mad about photography. Like you.

This is his workshop, his darkroom.

You could use it

to develop your pictures.

I could teach you.

It's beautiful.

Why don't you borrow the Leica

for a few days?

While you think about the project.

You came, then. Course I did.

I asked you, remember?

I'm really looking forward to...

Paul!

Hello, Grace!

Oh, not you.

What's he doing here? I thought

it was our date. You'd be lucky.

I'm not staying if he's staying!

Well, me neither!

Silly boys, you're not your fathers.

You've your own lives to lead.

Come on, you lumps.

I've got the tickets.

No, Grace.

(SIGHS) Fine.

If I can't be friends

with both of you,

I'm not going to be friends

with either of you. Good night.

Grace, wait.

Good for you, Paul. Henry?

I can't.

Suit yourself.

Tha's not going to let t'other lad

steal her away, are you?

Wait! Just this once, OK?

Brilliant. Here, I want to take

a photo. Over there.

Not you, Jeffries.

(LAUGHS)

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# Blue Moon

Hello, you must be Grace.

And Henry.

This is my mother. Hello.

Here, Paul. I best get back to work

or I'll get a rocket.

GIRL:
Dad, can I have an ice cream?

Lemon sherbet?

Thanks. Don't mind if I do.

I can't wait to get started

on this project of ours, can you?

I do love it when it goes dark.

She's married to

this good-looking chap.

She's really happy.

And then it all goes bad

and he's cruel to her.

What a horrible film! Why do they

have to make films like that?

I don't know. It's just a story.

It's all right, love.

Who did you go with, then?

This girl called Grace.

Oh! And a boy from our class.

Who was that, then?

No-one special.

Come on. Who played gooseberry?

Paul. Paul?

Paul what?

You don't know him, Gran.

There's no harm in telling me

his name, then.

He's called -

Go on. Spit it out, lad.

Paul Jeffries.

You should be ashamed of yourself,

lad.

That's not nice. Nothing was proved.

I don't want Henry hearing that.

He has a right...

I already know.

I read it in the papers. See?

You shouldn't poison his mind.

I thought you were a Christian.

Doesn't the Bible say the sins of the

father shouldn't be visited on the son?

You know nowt about it.

He's not so bad really... Paul.

Don't suppose it was his fault

anyway. That's right, lad.

I thought they'd slung

their hook out of town.

Where's he live?

Priory Road, I think.

I don't want to hear any more

about it. It's all in the past.

Dead and buried.

Now let's move on to

the developing process proper.

I do hope these materials

are still OK.

Esmond must have bought them

before the war.

Mrs Beaumont,

can I ask you a question?

Ask away, young man.

Is Mr Beaumont... is he dead?

No. He just doesn't live

with me anymore.

OK, now take the tweezers

and put the photographic paper

into the developing tray.

Waggle it about a bit...

so the fluid covers it.

Like an expert.

Esmond and I spent a long time apart.

He was away for all of the war.

And, then, when he came home it...

Sometimes two people,

when they spend a long time apart...

they don't know who they are

any more.

You see, Henry,

the war changed people.

The war changed everything.

Oh, look. See what's happening?

Like magic, isn't it?

Now put it in the fixer tray.

Here we go, give it a wash.

Grace!

Isn't she bonny, Henry Dodge?

(KNOCKS)

I just wanted to say, if you can be

friends with Paul Jeffries,

that's fine with me.

What's that you got there?

Some photos I took

with Mrs B's camera.

Can I have a look?

Is that Grace? She looks nice.

Is that when you saw that film?

Give me a comedy any day...

Oh!

Mam? Mam! Mo.

Mo!

What happened, love?

I saw a ghost.

No.

Dad?

What's up with Paul and his mother?

And what's up with you?

Haven't you woken up yet?

I need to talk to someone.

To you.

You've seen this one...

Now look at the picture

I took of you outside the Plaza.

Ugh, put it away. I look horrible.

No, you don't.

But look at this man here.

What about him?

Don't you think they look alike?

I don't know what to say, Henry.

I know you miss your father, but...

There was the medal in the post.

But anybody could have sent that.

It's like when my mum passed away,

I couldn't believe it.

To me she wasn't dead.

I thought she'd gone away for

a while and she'd come back again.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Grace, I'm sorry about your mam...

but I'm telling you,

this is my dad.

You've seen too many thrillers,

Henry.

Look.

What's up with them?

Paul! What's happened?

Landlord kicked us out.

Someone told him my dad

was supposed to be a deserter.

As if those vile accusations

were true.

But they've got nothing to do

with you and Paul.

I'm so weary of it.

Some people can be so unkind.

(SIGHS) While others are not.

Let's all just pile it up

in the hall for now.

I can't tell you how grateful I am.

I'm glad for the company. Rattling

around this old mausoleum by myself.

Mrs Arlott?

I'm sorry to trouble you,

the caretaker gave me your address.

Henry hasn't come home.

And I really need to talk to him.

Mum? Henry, there you are!

Where have you been?

All right, Mum. Don't make a fuss.

Mrs Arlott, this is Mrs Jeffries

and her son, Paul.

They've just been evicted.

I'm sorry. About everything.

Maybe it's time to forget the past.

Thank you.

I'm really pleased to meet you

properly.

Come on.

Might as well finish the bottle.

You'll be getting me tipsy.

I haven't had wine since before the war.

That's when we bought this.

Esmond and I touring. In the Loire

in that lovely car out there.

Oh, so long ago. Look at us now.

Without our men,

for one reason or another.

But you know what?

I think we're doing fine.

A toast.

The women of England.

The women of England!

I'm sorry, I really must be going.

Oh, I'm sorry. My foolish tongue.

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