None But the Lonely Heart Page #3

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maybe the most

beautiful woman

in the east end

of london?

In the old days,

i mean.

What about it?

Excuse me if i put a flea in your ear.

Your mother is

a very sick woman.

You owe me 2, ike.

Pay it.

I'll be on my way.

Does she have a pain

for her no-good son?

Your mother is not a

superficial woman, mr. Mott.

When she gets ill,

she gets ill.

What is it?

Cancer.

I recommend you not

to say a word to her.

Everything with a kiss.

What are you

laughing about, son?

Are you laughing?

Huh?

Thought i heard

you laughing.

Seems like

i saw you before.

Wasn't it the other

night in westminster?

What's your name,

son?

Ernie mott.

As the bacon

said to the egg,

"so pleased

to meet you."

Henry twite's

my name.

Ernest verdun mott.

That's mine,

if you want it all.

How did you come by a

rare, old title like that?

Me father-

he rolled up there at

verdun in the last war.

A friend of mine

put something in my ear,

and i can't

get it out.

Buzz, buzz, buzz.

Been drinking,

have you?

Lor lummey,

you got it bad.

I know all about

trouble, i do.

Son of my bosom,

that's what you are.

Son of your nothing.

I'm a lone wolf,

barking in a corner,

plain disgusted with

a world i never made

and don't want

none of.

There's the river, boy. Help yourself.

Don't like water

neither, i see.

Ah, that's

different, that is.

Sweating like that

on a night like this,

you'll catch your

death of double ammonia.

Come along with me to a

place where it's warm and dry.

Here we are, dad.

Echo! Echo! Echo!

I'll see you

soon again.

Echo!

What for, dad?

Maybe help you

to get

more adjusted to your environment.

Now, wait.

Why not help

my environment

get more

adjusted to me?

Follow that?

Buzz, buzz, buzz.

Verdun,

you're drunk.

You are.

Oh, i am that, dad.

Echo! Echo! Echo!

oh, starry night

oh, starry night

dee dee dee dee

deedle-dee di

oh, well.

Say good night.

See you soon.

And me feet killing me.

Good night, dad.

Night, verdun.

Echo, echo, echo.

Buzz, buzz, buzz.

Changed my mind.

Home to stay.

Less said,

the better.

Knock off that piping.

Get up to ma tate's

and get some grub.

Spirit of

the morning, ma.

Here's you and here's

me, in working order.

Ta-ra chin!

Ain't i lovely?

Proper dream,

you are.

All blistered

from weeks of work.

I'm going to need some more green paint.

Pick it up

at pa prettyjohn's.

Hey, where are

you off to?

I'm off to

the whitechapel road

to do a bit

of business.

Don't know

how long i'll be.

Take charge

of the shop.

See how you go.

Makes me proud you

think i can do that.

Slosh you one.

Ain't so long since i was

washing out your baby napkins.

Come on, nipper.

Are you taking nipper?

Why not? Cradled him, didn't i?

Here, put that

in your pocket.

See how you like it.

Right.

Slosh you one.

Oh, hello, ma.

How's your

poor old feet, ma?

Old.

Here. I think i'll

hang her up in my room.

What for?

Reminds me

of a person.

Reminds me

of a christmas goose.

Here, take this

with you.

Hop it now,

up to your room.

What is it, ma?

Sausage and mash

for supper,

so don't be late

coming down.

Ma.

Makes me give at the knees,

this surprise of yours.

Glad you like it, son.

Supper's nearly ready.

Sit down and have

your supper, son.

Wish you'd walk past

fish and chips,

let that

mrs. Tate see you,

not to mention

dear ma fadden

and the plaster-haired alf.

Ha ha ha! Surprise

them all, won't i?

Surprises me most.

You look just like

your father did...

on his best days,

that is.

Did you love

my old man?

Expect you to do

something for me tonight.

What?

Stroll around

a bit with me.

We'll see a film

- the two and fourpenny seats.

Don't you try any of them larks on me.

I'm old enough

to be your mother.

Ha ha ha!

Come on, ma.

Do it.

Couldn't do it, son.

Why not?

Too rich for my blood.

Besides,

sleep's a blessed thing.

What's wrong, ma?

Something hurt you?

No. What gave you

that idea?

Got a funny story right

on the tip of me tongue

about a little man

in the park.

Isn't them yeast tablets

up on the mantelpiece?

Tummy ache.

What about

that funny story, son?

Oh, yeah. Oh.

This little man

is in the park, see?

That's peculiar. It slipped my mind now.

Ache all gone?

Nothing to it.

Sausage ain't right

for delicate appetites.

Go on. You cook

them a treat, ma.

Worst cook

in london town.

Don't try

buttering me up.

If it's

a pound you want,

you'll find it up there

under the vase.

That's it, ma.

Seen right

through me, you did.

Off you go then.

Tomorrow's sunday,

so it don't matter

how late you come back.

Don't wake me.

Well, uh, well,

i'm off, ma.

Have a good time,

boy.

Thanks, ma.

Hey, hey.

Your hat's on crooked.

Quiet as

a little mouse.

Listen, ernie.

I'm sorry

you've come back.

Ow!

Rolled an ice-cold

pickle jar

down my back,

you did.

You mean that, ada?

You're not serious.

I'm not an apple to take

a bite of and throw away.

I thought about it

for 5 weeks

whether or not

to see you again.

What are

you looking at, ada?

See a parade

going by?

Yes, maybe a whole

bloomin' parade of troubles.

You can't fight it out out here.

There's places

for such things.

Best find one.

Who's that?

Me, mrs. Mott.

Millie wilson.

Alone, are you?

You drunk?

No. Give it up, i did.

Give it up.

Ma snowden sent me.

She got herself half a

dozen feather pillows,

soft enough

for aristocracy.

Never slept on,

neither.

Where'd

they come from?

The usual place?

Yes.

You know i don't handle

stolen goods, millie.

She'd sell them

cheap, she would.

No.

3 or 4 fine

woolen blankets, too.

No.

Quiet.

Sorry, mrs. Mott.

Now be a good boy,

ernie, and say good night.

What a way you have of making

simple things difficult.

Think so?

Suppose

a certain party

doesn't happen to

like me seeing you?

Who would that be?

Jim mordinoy.

Mordinoy,

the flash boy?

How has he crept

into your life?

Didn't say he had,

did i?

There's about 20 good kisses left in me,

but he'll

never get one.

Told him so?

More than once.

Then that's that.

According

to whose book?

Ernie mott's.

I'd blind him out of two

eyes quick as see him.

Here's hoping

you don't try.

,

now, say good night,

ernie,

and let's

forget it all.

We all right for

next wednesday night?

Take me dancing?

Anything

you like, ada.

Here's

5 beetles on it.

Give over, boy. You'll

mash me to a pulp.

Wednesday,

half 9:
00, then.

That's it.

Okey-doke, aggie.

It's a friend.

Oh. What are you

doing out

this late at night?

Bit of fresh air.

Tall tonight.

The high-heeled

shoes.

I've just finished

playing at a club dinner.

You know

what they're like-

a lot of men

smoking cigars

and getting tight

and showing off.

I get sick of it.

I thought

you'd forgotten me.

No, not at all.

Want some coffee?

No, thanks, aggie.

Are you

a fortuneteller, aggie?

Somewhat.

I'm on the fringes

of a great romance.

What'll i do?

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