Just Henry Page #6

Go up the smoke, two men about town.

We'll have a great life together.

What do you say?

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

Dad!

Please don't! No!

(SHOUTING)

Come here! No!

Come here! Come here!

No!

You hit Mam, didn't you?

I remember it.

I saw it.

Why'd you do that to Mam?

And that... That grave of yours

who's in that?

I'm not going with you, Dad.

I-I'm staying here.

I don't want this.

I'm sorry to hear that, son.

You've let me down.

But you're my flesh and blood.

And that'll never change.

Joey. It's all right, Ma.

Henry!

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

Henry!

I'll go after him.

(DOG BARKS)

Henry! Listen to me!

Stop! Now that'll do, lad.

No!

What is it? Tell me!

He's bad, isn't he?

My dad.

And I'm his son,

so I must be bad too!

No! Me and your mam are proud of you,

especially tonight.

I can't bear it.

Listen to me!

What's that man got to do with you?

He's my father!

What am I going to do?

You'll get through. You will.

Look, you could have the most

precious thing in this world...

your mother's love...

if you'd only take it.

Come on, Henry.

Let's go home.

Come on.

Did you...?

Henry!

Not now, Mam, please.

You have a visitor.

Henry, are you all right?

It's good to see you.

I know you're going to hate me

for this,

but Mrs B and I,

we were only thinking of you.

What have you done?

Good morning. All set?

Shall we go in?

Good morning. Good morning.

Jeffries.

What are you doing here?

So these coupons were given you

by the man you say is your father?

Is that right, Henry?

Yeah. Then I gave them to Grace.

And she turned them over to

the police here.

I'm glad she did,

because they were stolen

from the Ministry of Food depot

in Ilford six weeks ago.

My officers

in the Metropolitan Police

have been investigating

a racket in stolen coupons,

involving a man calling himself

Walter Briggs.

Do you recognise that name?

Is that the name used by your dad?

I don't know.

He might have mentioned it.

Mm.

Mrs Arlott, you're sure

the man who came to the house

was your first husband,

who you thought was dead?

Yes. We almost had him.

Information we received led us,

two weeks ago,

to premises where this Briggs

kept his ill-gotten gains.

We lay in wait and ambushed him

and his accomplices.

We got them, but not him.

He's a slippery customer

and a desperate one.

Mrs Arlott, we'd like to exhume the

body in your first husband's grave.

Do we have your permission?

What's that got to do with us?

Why have you asked us here?

I hope I'll soon

be able to answer that.

Take him in the vestry

and we can have a butcher's.

MAM:

You and me, we know about waiting.

For that knock on the door,

that sick feeling

always in your belly...

But it's nearly over...

for both of us.

Sugar. Sweet tea's good for you.

You're very kind.

We have recovered the body

and an identification has been made

with the help of dental records.

Mrs Jeffries, I'm sorry to say that

the body is that of your husband

Ronald.

Oh, Ronnie. Oh, my poor Ronnie!

(SOBS)

Where's Grace?

She should be here by now.

Last, but by no means least,

of the presentations

by this year's leavers.

Group F on Cinema:

Henry Dodge, Paul Jeffries...

and someone who's been known

to call herself "Disgrace"

but, from now on, will be known as

the incomparable Miss Grace.

It's Magic

You might wonder why this is

my favourite book.

Well, for a start,

this belonged to my father.

But it's mostly

because Pip's like me,

a boy without his dad,

making his way in life.

But now I know

what happened to my dad.

He wasn't what people said he was.

He was a good man.

You sigh, the song begins

You speak and I hear violins

It's magic

I don't know why

I'm so fascinated by photos.

Well, maybe I do.

It's cos of this.

My dad.

I love the idea of

capturing a moment in time

and the feeling you had

when it was took.

But another thing I've learnt.

Maybe the camera does lie after all.

Looks so nice, doesn't he?

So good.

And maybe he isn't.

(GASPS)

..these things that happen

are all really true?

When in my heart I know

the magic is my love for you

What you said today, Henry,

it was very brave of you.

I don't want to talk about it, Mam.

What's that great thing doing here?

What the...

MAM:
Hello? Who's there?

Hello. Had a nice time, did we?

What are you doing here?

Collecting what's mine.

I can see that.

You can't take our furniture.

I don't know why not.

Most of it's mine.

I'm really here for my wife and son.

What?

I'm taking what's mine. My family.

Over my dead body.

Dangerous thing to say, Casey Jones.

Don't be a bloody fool.

Come on. Let's go.

Leave him!

What have you done to him?

I'm coming with you, son.

I don't want you!

Why would I want to live with you?

Out!

Dad!

Bill!

Mam... Mam, are you all right?

Where are you taking us?

Somewhere nice and cosy. Far away.

Mam? Mam?

You're home.

Where are we? Home.

Smile at the birdie!

That's not yours.

It belongs to Mrs Beaumont.

Here we are.

What do you think you're doing?

This is crazy, even for you.

Well, we'll see about that.

I disappeared for years

and no one was any the wiser.

Why did you take our pictures?

For your passports, son.

They're works of art.

What are you up to now?

England's finished.

Australia, that's the place.

They want blokes like me,

men with ideas.

What'll happen when I tell them

what kind of ideas you've got?

Don't. Don't touch me.

No, we're not going anywhere

with you!

We'll see about that! Get off.

Leave Mam alone! Henry!

You're a bully! That's what you are.

Look, I'm anything I want to be!

Don't you see?

We'll have a new life in the sun.

Husband and wife.

Father and son.

You're not my father.

I'm ashamed of you.

You got spirit,

I'll say that for you.

I like that.

You'll come round.

You're not locking us in, are you?

Got to get the passports sorted,

son. Planning our future.

You can't do this, Dad. It's

freezing! We're starving hungry!

Dad!

(VOICE TALKING ABOVE)

Help! Help! Help! Help!

(MOANS)

Mam? Mam, what's up?

I don't think I'm too clever, Henry.

Did he hurt you?

Henry, give me your hand.

I think...

I might be having the baby.

It can't be. Not now, Mam.

I can feel it.

The pains are coming.

(GROANS)

What are we going to do?

I don't know.

I need you to help me.

Do you think you can do that?

The Inspector thinks he's taken them

to London. Have you any idea where?

I don't know what went wrong.

He was such a lovely little boy.

Such a smile he had.

Mrs Dodge...

do you know where

your son might be?

Please... for Henry's sake,

if no-one else.

After Joey die...

After he disappeared,

I got a letter from a friend of his.

He said he'd owed Joey some money

and he wanted me to have it.

A postal order for five pounds.

The letter was signed Walter Briggs.

That was him!

Do you still have it?

A towel and some papers

and hot water.

What else do we need?

A knife. We need a knife.

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