Saturday Night and Sunday Morning Page #4

- I was going to clear up in a minute.

- I'm sure you were.

People coming to supper and all.

That's one way to make you feel at home.

- We'll be going, Bert. Are you fit?

- I'm sorry about my mum.

If you've got company coming,

we'd better go.

You can always drop in to our house,

you'll be welcome.

It's not my fault my mum's like she is.

Ta-ta, sweetheart.

Say good night to your mum for me.

- Since when's he been your young man?

- Not long.

- He looks a bit rook, if you ask me.

- He's all right.

You don't know him yet, do you?

Not like you know him, I don't suppose.

Anyway, I like him.

- Did you get anywhere?

- No. You?

No. That Betty's barmy.

She wouldn't let me get near her.

You've got to marry them

these days before you get aught.

Not if they're already married.

What's up with you?

Stop it. You make too much fuss.

What's the matter with you tonight?

I'll tell you what's the matter with me.

I'm pregnant.

Good and proper this time,

and it's your fault.

It's bound to be my fault, isn't it?

Of course it is. You never take care.

You just don't bother.

I always said this would happen one day.

What a wonderful Friday night.

How do you know?

You never believe anything, do you?

I suppose you've got to see the kid

before you believe me.

I'm 12 days late.

That means it's dead sure.

- Nothing's dead sure.

- This is.

Don't.

How do you know it's mine?

Don't you want to take the blame, now?

- You're backing out.

- Blame? There's no blame.

I want to know if it's mine.

It's not sure.

It's yours, right enough.

I haven't done aught with Jack

for many months.

I don't want to have it,

I'll tell you that now.

Have you tried aught? Took aught, I mean.

Some pills. They didn't work.

- God Almighty!

- He won't help you.

Look, you've got to do something,

you know.

Don't you want to have the kid?

You'd like me to have a kid by you?

Another one won't make a difference.

Don't talk so daft.

What do you think having a kid means?

You're doped and sick for nine months,

your clothes don't fit, nobody looks at you.

One day you're yelling out,

and you've got a kid.

That's not so bad.

But you've got to look after it

for the rest of its life.

You ought to try it sometime.

If that's how you feel.

How do you expect me to feel?

I'll see Aunt Ada. She'll know what to do.

She's had 14 kids of her own, and I'm sure

she's got rid of as many others.

I hope she knows something...

...because if she don't,

there'll be a hell of a row.

Don't worry.

You'll be as right as rain in a week or two.

We'll go see about it tomorrow.

- I'm all right.

- Okay.

Come on.

Anybody in?

Bring out your dead, Aunt Ada.

It's you, Arthur, come in.

- Where's the tribe?

- Gone to the pictures.

Sit yourself down,

and I'll give you a cup of tea.

I can see Bert still works at pit.

I'm glad you've come. Sunday afternoon

is the only time I get a bit of peace.

I like somebody to talk to.

I thought I'd come see you.

I'm worried about someaught.

What would a good-looking chap

like you worry about?

I'm not worried, I never worry,

you know that.

It's a mate of mine at work.

He's got a girl in trouble

and doesn't know what to do.

That's a daft thing to do.

Couldn't he have been a bit more careful?

He'll just have to face the music

like our Dad did.

Give me that kettle.

Isn't there someaught to be done? People

can get rid of it by taking things, right?

- How do you know about that?

- I read about it in the Sunday papers.

You don't want to mess with such things.

It's for me mate. He's in trouble.

He's a good bloke. He'd do it for me. You

can't let a mate down at a time like that.

It's you, isn't it?

It's you who's in trouble.

It is, if you want to know.

I knew a woman who went

to prison for doing that.

I don't know what to tell you.

I thought you'd be able to help me.

Thought I'd be able to help you?

Just like that? You brainless loon!

You ought to have more bloody sense.

You can't expect to get out of fixes

as easy as that.

I've got nobody else to turn to.

Why don't you marry her,

if she's a nice girl?

She's already married.

You are in a bloody fix.

That's why I came to you.

I don't know.

All right, then, bring her to see me.

Thanks.

- I can fetch her now, if you like.

- The sooner the better.

Let's get it over with.

- I'll be back.

- All right, get going.

You didn't take long, did you?

Come in, Brenda, duck.

- This is my Aunt Ada.

- Hello.

Let's hope you get out of it

as quick as you got into it.

I don't expect it will be that easy, either.

It won't. Come on in.

Sit yourself down.

How are you feeling?

You know how it is, I'm not too bad.

It ain't right, is it?

I think men get away with murder.

They do don't they?

I don't know that much.

Don't be such a big head.

And get cracking so I can talk to her.

- What's your name, duck?

- Brenda.

- Hello Arthur, how are you?

- All right.

Been to see my mum?

- Don't tell us aught.

- There's naught to tell.

- I'll go get my tea, then.

- Come for a walk.

- What's up? You don't look happy.

- I'm all right. Come on.

Okay.

- What's up?

- It's that fella!

Let's see what's happened.

Hey, you!

I saw you, I saw what you did.

Get down to that phone box

and get the police.

Here, take his other arm.

- What's he done?

- Threw something through that window.

We're holding him for the police.

He ought to get put inside.

Don't worry, we're holding him.

- Rat face.

- You'll get the strap for this.

Right across your back.

- I wanted a vase for my mother.

- That window wasn't worth breaking.

Don't talk to him.

He can do his talking to the police.

He'll talk to them.

I only buried her three months ago.

I wasn't doing any harm.

You didn't have to do this.

Why don't you leave him alone,

you old bag?

Cheeky young beggar!

You'll get six months in Lincoln.

Let me go.

Listen to the way he's talking to her.

Walk off, nobody'll stop you.

Don't put ideas into his head

or you'll be in trouble.

Shut your bleeding rattle, rat face.

What good is it to you,

handing him to coppers?

Go on, get going. Run.

All right! What's the trouble?

This man smashed that window.

I saw him and that woman did.

Any other witnesses?

I don't know how rat face

could do a thing like that.

Because she's a b*tch and a whore.

She's got no heart.

She's a swivel-eyed get.

She wants poleaxing.

Some people would narc

on their own mother.

We're living in a jungle.

That bloke was a spineless bastard.

He should've run.

I don't know.

Still, there's one thing I can do...

Right.

We held him till the police came.

But that Arthur Seaton was

telling him to run away.

He never was any good, that one.

He went off when the police arrived.

...always the same. Breaking little

Johnny's toy train when he was five.

Don't worry, he'll get checked

one of these days.

Strewth!

God all-bleedin'- mighty, somebody got me.

What's wrong? What happened?

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