None But the Lonely Heart Page #4

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Have it.

But it's not you,

aggie.

That's no news, is it?

I know

you like it honest.

Don't often meet a

cavalier this late at night.

But it ain't fair to

you, these meetings.

Oh, really, ern.

You're a fool.

You're moody; you're

clever; you're human,

but you're a fool.

You're trying to tell me

you love another girl, right?

I know why

you're staying.

No, that isn't why,

aggie.

Well then, why?

Me ma is ill.

Last card in the pack, it looks.

Oh.

All roads lead

to ma this year.

What'd we start

talking about?

Nothing that

won't keep.

I'd better

make a move.

I get an idea she

don't sleep every night.

Mind the step.

Wait a minute, ernie.

Don't worry for me.

I'm here

if you need me.

If i love you, it's

something i can't help

and something

that i need.

But people are

what they are

and love what

they love,

and i don't see

any sense

in trying to be

something else.

I wouldn't trade it

for a box at the opera,

the thing

i feel for you.

And you can't

change it

or take it away

from me.

There you are,

mr. Jack-in-the-box.

Now, cross over

and sleep well.

Hmm.

You don't think

it's worth more, ike?

To my mind, no,

mrs. Mott.

All right.

Hmm. Hmm.

It adds up

just under 200,

the piano

not included.

That's very

disappointing.

You expected it

to be more?

That's nothing.

Go through his generous hands in a year.

Look at him

out there.

Never know it was the

same boy, would you?

There's such things as

prayers being answered.

Yes, the places

of the world are empty,

and the human heart

is everything.

Oh, that's a speech.

Well, i'll go.

Thank you, ike.

You're a sport.

Anytime, mrs. Mott.

A pleasure to serve you,

irregardless.

Whoa!

Ah, me verdun boy!

How are you?

Fine.

How's your ma?

What have you

got there?

Selling fruit

round the pubs.

Doing a rare,

old trade and all.

That your ma playing

peek-a-boo in there?

Call her out.

A person of me

own generation.

Ma, want you to meet

a friend of mine.

Henry twite.

Asked how i was,

did you?

Been better,

been worse.

All right with you,

me old china?

Ain't bad, mr. Twite.

Could be better.

This is from

your hopeful heir.

Sent by

a dutiful son

who's looking

after his ma

while she's still here

to be looked after.

You buy these

for me, son?

Uh...

Iooks like you made

a hit there, son.

Yeah, looks like

i did. Thanks.

Box of doll's eyes.

Found them

in a shipment.

Hey, hey.

Where are you off to?

Stay for tea.

No, no! Meet me any

night at tiger's place.

Give me a leg up.

Can't dally

with friendship

when making a

living's in the air.

Ho-ho! I should

say so. Come on.

Lovely man, that.

Ho-ho,

i should say so.

Never had anything

like that give me.

Some people don't even

tune a piano for me

when it's promised.

Anyone so thoughtless

ought to have

their bottom spanked, ma.

I'll be over

in a minute.

Just have to get

me machinery.

Nice man, that twite.

Best of the best.

Had a quiet sniff,

did you?

Let's change the subject

or i'll howl, i will.

Promised to tune

ma chalmers' piano.

Someone in the shop.

Ha ha!

What did do you

with my millie wilson?

Your millie wilson?

You set the dog

on her.

You're as daft

as she is.

Come here, millie.

Didn't she set

the dog on you?

Yes, she did.

The white-him.

Wish i had,

that's what.

That's your trouble,

mother mott.

Don't you "mother

mott" me, jane snowden.

I'll put you

in the gutter

if you raise

your voice to me.

I can see you don't

realize what's involved.

Not 3 or 4,

but 500,

and just for selling

stolen goods.

What's the income

of your shop

compared with that?

Shoplifting,

that's plain.

Save your breath.

We do the lifting.

You just do the selling.

That's just like walking

through an orchard

picking apples.

What's wrong

about that?

No bid. No bid,

mrs. Snowden.

You tire me out,

you do.

Well, i have

nothing more to say.

I shan't waste

me time.

"There's ma mott,"

i says.

"Let her make enough

"to live out

her life in peace,

"maybe leave a bit

for her boy.

Good old

mother mott," i says.

There's the gratitude,

millie-called a thief.

Something for the book,

that's what it is.

But i've got

nothing more to say.

But if you happen

to change your mind,

you know

where i'll be.

500, i says.

Not less.

Like me, ernie?

A bit.

There are three reasons

why i dislike dancing.

One, i don't

dance good enough.

Two, it's too hot.

And three, what's

mordinoy doing here?

He owns this place.

What makes that

tie the lamb's tail?

Want to stop?

Suits me.

Now don't you think

i know three's a crowd?

He invited himself.

It's not important.

I can hardly keep

my hands off him.

Listen. 20 boys here

would carve you up

if he just

said the word.

Don't be

so romantic, ernie.

Save it for me.

The evening's young.

Sit down now,

shall we?

How about me, ada?

Am i next?

Let me rest. What do

you think i'm made of?

I'll find out

one of these days.

Kids himself

something cruel.

I love the way those

saxes come out,

sort of

in kid gloves

just loud enough

to be heard.

I wish i could live

out my time like this.

Perfect pitch don't hear

a word you're saying.

What's this stuff

called?

Ha ha!

Ha ha ha!

What's funny?

I thought everybody over

16 knew what champagne was.

I'll be 16

in march.

You're well-developed

for a boy.

I don't want

no quarrels here.

Quarrels? Mott likes

me, don't you, mott?

Don't you like me?

Why should

i like you?

Half a spoonful of lemonade

and he's bandy-legged.

I like

your attitude, mott.

It'll kill you

or make you.

By the way, ada,

i bought the funfair today.

Ada.

I've been waiting years for this.

How about

a turn or two?

I'm sorry,

mr. Mordinoy.

Mr. Mordinoy

don't mind, sid.

How's your ma doing

in that shop of hers?

Who told you

about that?

Oh, it interested me

to find out.

Why?

You're a cut above the usual

article that floats around.

Only a cut?

There's that

attitude again.

Ada is interested

in you, it seems.

Nothing special.

And i'm interested

in ada, very special.

I'm going to do something for you, mott.

Like to

stuff your pockets?

You know where ermington

street is? Tattamy's garage?

I'm there

any morning.

You've got talent

and imagination.

Work hard for me,

and you'll start

at 50 a week.

Breaking whose neck?

Don't you think

you're being rude?

I've been after ada

too long to lose her.

She knows it.

Now you know it.

She won't wear you,

seems like.

Ada was always

a bit giddy.

I recall a couple of

weekends at brighton.

We shared

adjoining rooms.

Now, look here.

What's the matter? What

are you interrupting me for?

I remember

it used to give me

a special sort of pleasure

to choose her clothes.

Wait a minute!

You're young

and excitable, mott.

Sit down.

Ada is mrs. Mordinoy.

Ernie.

Ernie!

Wait a minute.

Ha ha ha!

Mrs. Mordinoy.

Used to be me name.

What do you want? Me

life history in the flesh?

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