None But the Lonely Heart

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Oy, what's this?

What's this tonight?

Memorial services.

Armistice day tomorrow,

you know.

Stay there, nipper.

It might be my son.

Might.

Might be my old man.

Might.

Good night.

Night.

When ernie mott,

humble citizen

of the city of london,

saw for the first time

the tomb

of the unknown warrior,

he little realized that he,

ernie mott,

might someday soon become

the unknown warrior

of a second world war.

Yes, someday soon,

he might become

a glowing legend

for happy boys and girls,

living a life

he merely dreamed about.

High destiny

for quiet ernie mott,

who quarreled, hungered, loved,

and was loved.

For this is his story-

the story of ernie mott,

who searched for a free,

a beautiful, and noble life

in the second quarter

of the 20th century.

Ernie, grub's ready.

Don't be all year,

or you'll fight

the birds for it.

Won't be

but a minute, ma.

Yes, yes, yes.

Here.

Don't you think

pork sausage

is too good

for the beast?

Stay. Come on.

Nothing too good

for that dog, ma.

Part of myself,

he is.

Don't like him,

do you?

Where you been?

Oh, knocking about

a bit up north,

all over the shop.

What's up?

Why?

You're standing there

looking as if i'd jabbed you

with your hatpin

or something.

What did you come

back home for, son?

Miss me?

Can't say i did, ma.

You know me, ducky,

tramp of the universe.

Anything in the shop

needs mending, ma?

Nothing that needs your

help, ernie, sweets.

Besides, it's sunday.

Painting, polishing,

doing a spot of gardening?

Mean to do my best

by you, ma, love.

Happy couple,

aren't we?

A bit of proper respect

is what's needed.

I get no more from you

than i got from

that father of yours.

And that's that.

That's that.

So you got

your choice.

What choice?

Stay or get out.

Take hold here

and do a man's job,

or don't come back.

Stay put so i don't keep

fretting my fat about you.

What call have you to go

wandering around the country

like a breath

of homeless wind?

Don't i treat you

right, or what?

Okey-doke.

I'll be off

in the morning.

How is it, ernie boy?

Home for a time?

How'd you know

i was back, ma?

I live so close, i can

hear you change your mind.

Nice music

on the old wireless.

Don't know what

i'd do without it.

The piano

needs tuning, too.

I'll stop in and look

at it around teatime.

Thanks, ernie.

Hello, dad.

When are you

mending that window?

Catch me mucking around

with a window, ern boy.

Life's too short.

You're a man

after my own heart, dad.

Woman:
Ern!

See you.

Been home long?

Bring yourself in

for a cup of tea.

Me basket's

full of breakfast.

Come in anyway, ern.

Practicing?

It's a living. It pays

to keep your tools sharp.

Good to be back.

Nicest drawing room in the

neighborhood, this, aggie.

It's yours

whenever you want it.

Have to take you,

too, aggie?

You want me

to move out?

he's the boy for me

i'm the girl for him

he's my lump of toffee,

cake, and pudding

you're the biggest fool

i ever met, aggie.

Why?

Black as the ace, i am.

Don't you know it yet?

Matter of fact, ma give me

the ultimatum today.

Stay put or stay out.

What are you going

to do about it?

Something.

What?

Something.

You're a little flat

there, aggie.

What's the music called?

None but

the lonely heart.

Italian?

No. Russian.

Nice.

Oh, well.

See you tonight?

Tonight?

About 9:
00?

All alike,

you women.

I don't go on timetables like a train.

I'm ernie mott.

I don't stay put.

I understand.

Do you?

Of course.

Well, then maybe

i'll see you tonight.

Nipper.

Maybe i will...

or maybe i won't.

Who give you that dimple

in your chin?

Present from me pa.

Bye, aggie.

Bye, ernie boy.

Watch her, peggy.

Hello.

Hi, elsie.

Hello.

What's coming off?

Sunday or ain't it?

Nobody home. Nobody home.

It's me, dad.

Ernie mott.

Oh, you, is it?

Ain't seen you

in 3 months, have i?

You're blocking

the door, dad.

Miss me, did you?

Had your post card

from up north.

No grass grows

under your feet.

How do we get some smokes?

I'm so broke, i'm two halves.

What, again?

You think it grows

on trees?

You're not giving me the

boot? What cigars you got?

May we feed

the fishes?

No!

The way those kids

carry on, ern.

Cigars, dad.

Oh, cigars.

Well, i've got a very

doubtful stock of them, ern.

Can't make out what

happens to things lately.

I got an old burma

cheroot somewhere.

I got more respect

for me guts, i have.

Give us

a large rigby's.

Can't sell

cigarettes on sunday,

you know, ern.

Who said anything

about selling?

A large rigby's

it is.

A gent! Proper lovely to be alive

and have friends

like you, dad.

I'm remembering you

in my will.

You don't think i'll

live? How's your ma?

Like an engine. Tower

of london isn't better.

Bye, dad.

Drop in again.

Here you are, folks.

Learn how to do it...

come on here, folks.

3 for a penny. Come along.

Here is the best shot

of the day...

here you are.

Go on.

Hold me dog,

please, mate.

Show them

how it's done.

Oy, stand back.

Let the man

see the rabbit.

Now, gents,

watch the fur fly.

Quiet, please,

while the shots is took.

Ha ha ha!

There we are!

8 shots, and all

where they should be-

right in the black hole

of calcutta.

I told you who he was,

and this is him.

Governor,

here are your fags,

and good luck

to you.

Thanks for

holding me dog.

Oh, hello. Haven't

i seen you before?

Here's a present

for you.

Here you are.

,

out of tune.

I'm mordinoy.

Jim mordinoy.

Am i supposed

to know you?

Thought as

how you might.

Ever fight your pup?

Never. What

about the piano?

What about it?

Should i tune it?

Cost you half a bar.

Life's easier than that. Take a

quid and leave the piano undisturbed.

Now why would

i take your quid?

Just to be a pal.

Hey, what's that i

smell on you? Hair oil?

I can't understand why

a man of your talents

wears them rags.

Clothes are a lot

of blinking excitement

about nothing

most of the time.

As to what

you call my rags,

they are the uniform

of my independence.

Clothed in your

perfect pitch.

Now you understand me,

mr. Mordinoy.

Life's a piece of meat

when you know how.

Most people here

are victims.

Hurry, worry, and scurry

to make a bit of brass.

What's your kind, mr.

Mordinoy? Willful and deceitful.

Take what you want,

right? Right.

That's what it's about.

Be a victim or a thug.

But suppose you don't want

to be neither, like me-

not the heir and not

the owned. Then what?

Woman:

Then what?

Who's talking

to you?

Hey, who's

the piece of pastry

in the jersey?

Ada brantlin.

Fair blinds you

with science, don't she?

She don't like

the rough stuff.

Have to

box clever there.

Yes, i suppose

you would.

Change, please,

miss.

You're new here,

aren't you?

Who's this mordinoy?

Run the place now, does he?

Wouldn't dirty

his hands on it.

Then what's

he doing here?

The gentlemen come in

to converse with me.

Now kindly move on.

How do i get

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