The Entertainer

(man) Why should I care?

Why should I let it touch me?

Why shouldn't I

Sit down and try to

let it pass over me?

Why should they stare?

Why should I let it get me?

What's the use of despair

If they call you a square?

You're a long time dead

like my old pal Fred

So why oh why should I

Bother to?

If they see that you're blue

they'll look down on you

So why oh why should I

Bother to care?

Thank God I know more

Why oh why should I

Bother to care?

God bless you.

- I haven't seen him on the TV. Have you?

- What's that?

- I've not seen him on TV.

- Who?

Archie Rice.

It's only a lot of daft girls

standing about with nothing on.

- Come on, Father.

- He looks daft.

- Will you come on when I tell you?

- He's never been on TV.

Granddad!

Granddad! Granddad!

- Hello, Granddad.

- Jean! I wondered who it was.

- I'm sorry if I startled you.

- I didn't know who it was.

- I was miles away.

- It's good to see you.

It's good to see you, my darling.

Give your grandfather a kiss.

- Give me your case.

- I can manage.

Hold your bloody noise.

Your stepmother's in

one of her moods so I came out.

I can't stand rows with Phoebe any more,

so I come and sit on the pier.

Albert. Take care of this for me, will you?

- This is my granddaughter.

- Have you come to see your dad?

Thank you. Come on.

- Who's that?

- Archie Rice's daughter.

It's good to see you.

How long are you going to stay?

Just a few days, I expect.

- Have you heard from young Mick?

- Yes, he's fine.

He'll be all right. But it's a nasty

business to get mixed up in.

All those people in Egypt

and God knows where else.

They seem to do what they like

to us nowadays.

I went to the rally last Sunday.

- What for, for God's sake?

- I don't know.

I've got myself steamed up

about a lot of things lately.

You want to have your bloody head read.

- That's more or less what Graham said.

- Graham?

My fianc.

(horn)

- Can we go now, miss?

- All right.

Paints and brushes on this table

and paintings over here.

(mouths)

(rock 'n' roll music from next room)

- Finished?

- Yes, miss.

Don't you want to go and dance?

You don't have to go if you don't want to.

Good night.

Here, watch out where you're going!

- Am I late?

- (wolf-whistle)

No, his train doesn't leave for an hour.

You were making a lot of noise.

Well, my little social worker,

what was it tonight?

The bicycle-chain ball

or the flick-knife excuse-me?

Can't see the soldier brother off

to the wars with a long face like that.

No, I should look pleased

about it, shouldn't I?

How do you think you could ever

make anything out of those monsters?

Don't let's do this again.

You are never going to do anything

with those sort of people.

Don't talk to me about

those sort of people.

If it weren't for your sort of people

still in other people's countries,

my brother wouldn't be

going off to fight.

- The telegram came at breakfast.

- Why didn't they wait till February?

Oh, I don't know.

I'm thinking of signing on.

Well... up the flag, Mick.

Here's to you.

Let's hope it's a false alarm.

Thank you.

- You're leaving tonight?

- No, they're flying us out in the morning.

It's nice of you to come and see me off.

- Off to defend the Empire.

- My queen and country need me.

I wish I could think it was funny.

Give him a break. He'll be all right.

Jean's always taken everything seriously.

I've always taken it as it comes,

but not Jeannie.

Cheer up, love. Life isn't as bad as all that.

Even if it is, there's nothing we can do.

I must be off.

- Come on.

- Well, that needs cleaning for a start.

- I'll do it.

- Good lad. Come on.

Don't come any further.

There's my mob there.

- Goodbye, love.

- Bye.

- Stick in the back if there's shooting.

- You bet.

- Go up and see Phoebe and the old boy.

- I'm going to.

Goodbye, Graham.

Are you two getting married?

- Ask her.

- Well, make her! It's what Jean needs.

I'll bring you back a fuzzy-wuzzy

for your wedding present. Bye.

- Bye-bye.

- Goodbye.

Let's go.

- Do you want to eat somewhere?

- No, thanks.

- It might cheer you up.

- I want to go home.

All right.

- Do you want to come?

- What about the landlady?

We'll beat her up.

I've been longing to tell you all day.

They want a decision pretty soon.

- Why Africa?

- The firm's expanding out there.

You know - young men, big opportunities.

- Do you want to go?

- Yes, I do. I've thought about it a lot.

We could get married next month.

Supposing I don't want to go, Graham?

Would you go just the same?

- I don't think that's a fair question.

- No, but I'm asking it.

- If we married it might change your mind.

- What if I didn't?

- Why do you want to go?

- I've told you.

Big opportunities. Big deal.

You love me, don't you?

You still want to marry me?

- Of course.

- Then why do we argue?

I don't understand you.

There's nothing to keep you here.

Nothing.

Nothing but a bunch of teddy boys

who ought to be put in jail.

Don't pretend you can't leave

that deadbeat family of yours.

Can't you understand?

This job means something to me.

I'm not good enough to paint myself,

but this is something I really can do.

Maybe the first term has been hell,

but I'm not going to give up.

There's nothing to keep us here.

You've never stopped saying everything

about this country's dead. I agree.

This would be a wonderful chance

for us to get out of it.

I'm sorry.

- I'm so tired.

- (whispers) I know. I'm sorry.

Don't be.

Take me to bed.

I'm all right, Granddad.

I feel better now I've talked about it.

You always liked coming to see me.

You were a pretty little thing.

Not that looks are everything.

You don't look at the mantelpiece

when you poke the fire.

Archie always saw

you were nicely turned out.

He was a smart little boy himself.

Used to dress 'em in sailor suits then.

- Funny how they all turn out.

- How is Dad?

He's a fool. Raising money for another

show when he hasn't enough for this one.

- What's this one like?

- I don't know. I haven't seen it.

They don't want human beings any more.

You're a lovely lot tonight.

I've played in front of them all, you know.

The Queen, the Duke of Edinburgh,

the Prince of Wales...

- What's that other pub?

- (faint titters)

That went better at first house.

What about these crooners?

I don't know what they're coming to.

Look at the stuff they sing.

"The Darktown Strutters' Ball".

"The Basin Street Ball".

"The Woodchoppers' Ball".

It's a lot of... rubbish, isn't it?

- He's a bit suggestive, isn't he?

- Now I'm going to sing you a little song.

A little song written by Rimsky-Nastikov.

It's entitled "The Church Bell Won't Ring

Tonight as the Vicar's got the Clapper."

Hide your face, Mum,

the girls have got me

I shan't be home for an hour or two

I've got all sorts of nice things to do

They've got me worked up

in such a state

So hide your face, Mum,

cos I can't hardly wait

So hide your face, Mum,

the girls have got me

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