Our Mother's House Page #5

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Dr Meadows sent her away, did he?

Yes.

The funny thing, Mr Hook...

These kids never said a word about you.

They said a lot about you though,

Mrs Quayle.

Really? Perhaps we ought

get together some time...

...Discuss the details!

You come home with me, I said...

...and I'll tell you the story about

the police officer with the wooden leg.

It's a rather rude story...

Where did you get these?

Charlie gave them to me.

I suppose you know they're a bribe.

To make you like him.

Oh, no...I don't think so.

They're just a present,

that's all.

Dun, can't you see?..

He's AGAINST Mother.

I thought so at first...

but I don't now.

He's just different from Mother...

that's all.

It's no good...

Dun... listen!

Dun!.

NOW do you see?!

It's Mrs Quayle!

Hello gorgeous!

Oh... aren't you glad to see me?

What do you want?

Manners... manners!

Now, what's more dear, your mother

wouldn't like to see you

being so rude to an old friend,

now, would she?

Look... you climb upstairs

and tell Mr Hook... your father...

...that Mrs Quayle is here

to see him.

You can't see him.

He's still in bed.

Still in bed?

I don't know...

first your mother, now your father...

I don't know what happens

to grown-ups in this house...

...I really don't.

What do you mean?

Oh, nothing in particular, dear...

Just thinking... that's all.

You're not wanted here,

Mrs Quayle.

Oh no, dearie...

You don't get rid of me

as easy as all that.

Not this time.

I've got some very interesting news

for your Charlie...

What's all this bloody noise

going on...

What YOU want?

Just a social call, Mr Hook.

I brought you a few flowers...

I thought they might

cheer the place up a bit.

Yeah, well some other time,

Mrs Quayle.

I wanted to talk to you about

the children's poor dear mother.

Just an exchange of news.

You know what I mean.

Elsa, take Mrs Quayle's flowers

to the kitchen and put them in water.

Elsa!

Oh, you haven't had your breakfast yet!

What a funny lot...

Not a smile between them.

They must think

they've got their reasons.

As I was just saying

to Dr Meadows...

We're not accepting anything

from THAT woman!

You can tell there's a man around again...

It feels quite different.

It WAS lucky your coming home

when you did, Mr Hook...

I don't know WHA would have happened.

I mean they couldn't have managed

very long on their own, could they?

Not once their mother was gone.

What's your news?

Mrs Quayle.

Well now...Mr Hook you've got to

understand...

...that me and your wife

were very close.

Very close indeed.

She used to say to me...

"Mrs Quayle... as long as

I'm in the land of the living..."

"...or after, for that matter..."

"...There's always a place for you

in this house."

Mother always said he was a bad lot...

He doesn't care about US.

All Charlie cares about

is Charlie.

But he's our father. -Is he?

Of course he is...

He's Mother's husband,

so he MUST be our father.

It isn't the same thing.

-What do you mean?

It just isn't the same,

that's all.

Charlie's just taking advantage of us.

Look at the way he behaves.

Spending money and getting drunk!

And whose money is it,

I'd like to know?

He's just a filthy low-down...

Shut up!

Don't you dare say that!

Charlie DOES love us...

and we love him!

And he IS our father!

Don't you DARE say he isn't!

He's silly, Diana...

and ignorant.

There WAS someone

who loved us once...

...REALLY loved us...

Mother!

Remember, Diana?

I want my breakfast.

I want my breakfast and

some for my black rat, too!

What's he bawling about?

I want my breakfast.

For the love of God,

give him some breakfast, Diana...

Why do I do everything

in this bloody house?

What's up with Elsa?

She's a bit upset.

She's gone to talk to Mother.

For heaven's sake!

Well, I'm glad that's settled, Mr Hook.

I think it's a very sensible arrangement.

I mean there's lots of work

to do in this house...

...you can see that.

Cheers!

You know, I should be able

to manage it... shouldn't I?

I could come in a few hours

every day.

Yeah...I'm sure you would.

Well, I might as well get started

straight away then, mightn't I?

I mean, there's no time

like the present, is there?

Charlie... she's not coming back?

Someone's got to clean the house...

I can't do it all by meself...

it's a woman's job...

She won't interfere.

But you CAN'T!

Do me a favour

and buzz off, will you?

Tell Jimminy I want to see him

in my room, please.

Jimminy!

Did you draw this for me?

Yes....it says "For Charlie".

Yeah, I know it does...

I'm very touched...

You're a very clever boy, Jimminy...

Did you know that?

But I'm not very good...

at arithmetic.

Well, you can't be good

at everything... can you?

Look at the way you sign all those cheques

so the bank don't tumble it...

Lots of people can't do that

you know...

Including grown-ups.

So I suppose Elsa taught you

how to do that, did she?

I did it all by myself.

You never!

All by yourself...

little fella like you!?

You're a real artist... aren't you?

I think we ought perhaps to buy you some real

proper paints and brushes and things... eh?

Would you like that?

Yes, please.

Well, what about you doing

a little job for Charlie... in return?

Just a little job.

And this is private...

just between you and me, see...

We don't tell anybody else

about it... right?

But I promised to meet with Louis...

Well, you'll meet him in a tick...

I tell you, the way you work...

you're so fast...

Now, there you are...

There's the pen...

And this here...

I want you to copy...

That.

You've made yourself comfortable,

I see.

Yes, thanks.

Spare a drop?

-Yes... help yourself.

Ta.

I've got some cert bread

and all today.

Onto a good thing...

I'll make a real killing.

Good for you.

Hello my darlings...

I'll see you in a minute.

See you in a couple of ticks.

Yeah...I've got a nose for business.

Come and sit down, Charlie.

Look!

Come on!

Whose is it?

Ours!

Ours?

Yes... course it is!

Come on Jimminy... hurry up

or we'll miss the boat.

Come and sit beside me.

You brought me luck...

didn't you, Jimminy.

Is there anything wrong

with the engine?

...a woman who lived in a shoe

She had so many children

she didn't know what to do...

Don't run so fast,

you little kids...

Not all as young as you are!

...a woman who lived in a shoe

She had so many children

she didn't know what to do...

There you are!

Charlie Cook!

Lovely man... well here we are...

The name is Hook, Doreen, not Cook!

Anyway, never mind...

don't worry about it...

Just you call me Charlie.

I don't know your name dear...

But you'll get by on your legs!

What are we lettin' ourselves in for,

Doreen?!

You're gonna find out, my girl!

Here's a couple of jelly-babies

up from Gips Ewer.

"Doreen"...what a common name!

They're whores, if you ask ME!

She doesn't understand about men.

They have their vices and things...

But they have a code.

And they stick to it.

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