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Hello! | 0:00:31 | 0:00:33 | |
Coo-ee! I'm back! | 0:00:33 | 0:00:36 | |
Aren't you going to ask me if I've wiped my feet? | 0:00:38 | 0:00:41 | |
Cos if you were, I was going to say, "No, but I have wiped my nose!" | 0:00:41 | 0:00:46 | |
Mother? | 0:00:46 | 0:00:48 | |
Father? | 0:00:48 | 0:00:49 | |
SHE HUMS TO HERSELF | 0:00:51 | 0:00:55 | |
# Simply charming weather... # | 0:00:58 | 0:01:00 | |
-Is it you? -Is what me? | 0:01:00 | 0:01:02 | |
Good Lord, it is you! You've... | 0:01:02 | 0:01:06 | |
Wait a minute, you've done something to yourself. | 0:01:06 | 0:01:08 | |
I don't know what you mean. | 0:01:08 | 0:01:09 | |
Don't tell me, don't tell me - you're going to the Chelsea Arts Ball. | 0:01:09 | 0:01:12 | |
-Little Bo Peep, is it? -Oh, you silly-billy! Off we go and wash our hands. | 0:01:12 | 0:01:18 | |
Oh, OUR hands? Are we sharing a pair? | 0:01:18 | 0:01:20 | |
Most amusing! | 0:01:20 | 0:01:23 | |
Mother, are you all right, dear? What is all... | 0:01:23 | 0:01:27 | |
I mean, this wonderful food, this lovely pie looks really lovely. | 0:01:27 | 0:01:32 | |
-In which case, what is it doing here? -Put that down, please. | 0:01:32 | 0:01:35 | |
-Perfume, Mother! You've got a fancy man! -Fancy man! | 0:01:35 | 0:01:39 | |
That smarmy bruiser at the butcher's, is it, | 0:01:39 | 0:01:41 | |
who keeps giving you bones for a dog we haven't got? | 0:01:41 | 0:01:43 | |
I don't know what you mean. Go and wash your hands. | 0:01:43 | 0:01:45 | |
-Mother, your son is back. Don't I get a little peck on the cheek? -Later. | 0:01:45 | 0:01:48 | |
I haven't got time for you now, Timothy. I have other fish to fry. | 0:01:48 | 0:01:52 | |
Ah, it's the fishmonger! | 0:01:52 | 0:01:55 | |
The one with dandruff and a face like a conger eel. | 0:01:55 | 0:01:58 | |
We don't mention conger eels in this house. It's rock salmon. | 0:01:58 | 0:02:02 | |
-Oh, is that his name, Rock Salmon? -Don't be puerile. | 0:02:02 | 0:02:06 | |
Off you go and wash your puddleducks. | 0:02:06 | 0:02:09 | |
# Oh, what simply lovely weather... # | 0:02:09 | 0:02:11 | |
Mother, you really are... | 0:02:11 | 0:02:13 | |
What's this? | 0:02:20 | 0:02:21 | |
She HAS got a fancy man! | 0:02:23 | 0:02:25 | |
A blooming big fancy man! | 0:02:30 | 0:02:33 | |
Fancy man mountain! | 0:02:33 | 0:02:35 | |
Mother, Mother, whose coat is that out there? | 0:02:35 | 0:02:39 | |
You know, the one with the macho collar and the rugged detailing? | 0:02:39 | 0:02:42 | |
-The nice one? That's Brinsley's. -Brinsley? -Brinsley! Brinsley Natwick! | 0:02:42 | 0:02:47 | |
You haven't forgotten your second cousin once removed, have you? | 0:02:47 | 0:02:51 | |
No, I haven't. Let us hope he removes himself once again. | 0:02:51 | 0:02:54 | |
-What is he doing here, Mother? -Why? What have you got against Brinsley? | 0:02:54 | 0:02:58 | |
-Well, he's too big, for a start. -Too big? He's a splendid size. | 0:02:58 | 0:03:03 | |
He has perfect manners, unlike some, and, of all the big men | 0:03:03 | 0:03:07 | |
I've ever known, he has quite the gentlest pair of hands. | 0:03:07 | 0:03:12 | |
Mother, what are you saying? | 0:03:12 | 0:03:13 | |
He massaged my feet last night. | 0:03:13 | 0:03:17 | |
-He what?! -All right, scoff! | 0:03:17 | 0:03:21 | |
You don't know what it is to have feet. | 0:03:21 | 0:03:23 | |
Brinsley knows. He's a Natwick. | 0:03:23 | 0:03:26 | |
All Natwicks have feet to varying degrees. | 0:03:26 | 0:03:29 | |
-He used to massage my head with his knuckles. -Did he? Hahahah! Sweet! | 0:03:29 | 0:03:35 | |
Sweet? He was a bully, Mother, and very big as well. | 0:03:35 | 0:03:39 | |
If you remember, I was rather small for my age at one time. | 0:03:39 | 0:03:42 | |
You know what happens to tell-tale-tits. | 0:03:42 | 0:03:45 | |
I am not telling tales, Mother. | 0:03:45 | 0:03:47 | |
These are the reflections of a mature adult looking back. | 0:03:47 | 0:03:51 | |
In anger, as it happens. | 0:03:51 | 0:03:53 | |
I haven't told you this before, Mother, | 0:03:53 | 0:03:55 | |
but, in 1952, when Brinsley came on holiday with us to Shanklin, | 0:03:55 | 0:04:00 | |
his nightly amusement was to sit on my head and break wind. | 0:04:00 | 0:04:04 | |
Timothy! Not in the kitchen! | 0:04:04 | 0:04:07 | |
No, in the bathroom. | 0:04:07 | 0:04:10 | |
And the beach hut. | 0:04:11 | 0:04:13 | |
Even if he did, he's put all that behind him now. | 0:04:15 | 0:04:19 | |
He put all that behind him then and that's what I'm objecting to. | 0:04:20 | 0:04:25 | |
There's no need to be unnecessary. | 0:04:25 | 0:04:27 | |
Why are none of these letters for me, Mother? | 0:04:27 | 0:04:30 | |
They're all addressed to Brinsley. | 0:04:30 | 0:04:32 | |
Well, perhaps he takes the trouble to write to people, | 0:04:32 | 0:04:35 | |
unlike some little assistant under dogsbody | 0:04:35 | 0:04:38 | |
at the library I could mention. | 0:04:38 | 0:04:39 | |
So, what's wrong with being a library... | 0:04:39 | 0:04:41 | |
Oh, I see, suddenly my job compares unfavourably to Brinsley's. | 0:04:41 | 0:04:45 | |
What does Brinsley do, Mother? | 0:04:45 | 0:04:47 | |
Fly Concorde with one hand tied behind his back? | 0:04:47 | 0:04:50 | |
-He's a surveyor. -What, with a pole, you mean? | 0:04:50 | 0:04:54 | |
He works on important building sites. | 0:04:54 | 0:04:57 | |
He wears a hard hat and looks very well in it, too, I may say. | 0:04:57 | 0:05:03 | |
I get the point, Mother. | 0:05:03 | 0:05:04 | |
Brinsley sounds like something out of a real-ale commercial. | 0:05:04 | 0:05:08 | |
He's been living off the fat of the land here for the past week | 0:05:08 | 0:05:10 | |
to the exclusion of almost everybody else. | 0:05:10 | 0:05:12 | |
-How's Father, by the way? -Who? | 0:05:12 | 0:05:14 | |
You know, 68, greyish with hairy nostrils. | 0:05:14 | 0:05:18 | |
Keeps clearing his throat as if to say something important | 0:05:18 | 0:05:21 | |
and clears his throat again. | 0:05:21 | 0:05:22 | |
-Oh, him! -Yes. -He's probably fiddling with his compost. | 0:05:22 | 0:05:27 | |
Little else to fiddle with, poor old soul. | 0:05:27 | 0:05:30 | |
Don't be so coarse. And you haven't washed yourself. | 0:05:30 | 0:05:33 | |
You've been on a train | 0:05:33 | 0:05:36 | |
and, with the expenses you get from the library, | 0:05:36 | 0:05:39 | |
third class, I don't doubt. | 0:05:39 | 0:05:40 | |
Mother, third class went out with chilblains. | 0:05:40 | 0:05:43 | |
Any excuse not to wash your hands. | 0:05:43 | 0:05:45 | |
You might as least go and clean yourself up for Brinsley. | 0:05:45 | 0:05:48 | |
Oh, for Brinsley. | 0:05:48 | 0:05:50 | |
And if you want to go tinkies, you'd better go now | 0:05:50 | 0:05:53 | |
because I'm just going to run Brinsley's bath. | 0:05:53 | 0:05:57 | |
He's a clean young man, unlike some. | 0:05:57 | 0:06:00 | |
I'll bear that in mind, Mother, next time he sits on my head. | 0:06:00 | 0:06:05 | |
COUGHING | 0:06:05 | 0:06:07 | |
Has she gone? I just needed the matches. | 0:06:07 | 0:06:12 | |
Hello, Father. I'm back. | 0:06:12 | 0:06:14 | |
-Oh, yes. Brinsley back yet? -Why is everybody going on about Brinsley? | 0:06:14 | 0:06:19 | |
-Mother's gone overboard about him. -Has she? | 0:06:19 | 0:06:21 | |
-She hasn't been talking much to me. -Oh, that is awful. | 0:06:21 | 0:06:24 | |
No, it's a blessed relief! | 0:06:24 | 0:06:26 | |
It's a pleasure to have him here, too. | 0:06:26 | 0:06:28 | |
We needed an active young man about the place. | 0:06:28 | 0:06:30 | |
You remember that mangle that used to take up all the room in the shed? | 0:06:30 | 0:06:33 | |
Well, you and I couldn't shift it. He threw it on a skip down the road! | 0:06:33 | 0:06:38 | |
I could have done that. | 0:06:38 | 0:06:41 | |
Man of action, that's what he is, a man of action. | 0:06:41 | 0:06:43 | |
If I'd had a son like him, I could have been somebody. | 0:06:43 | 0:06:45 | |
Thank you, Father. I am sick and tired of Brinsley. | 0:06:45 | 0:06:48 | |
-Do you know what? -Yes? | 0:06:48 | 0:06:49 | |
He planted out five dozen wallflowers yesterday | 0:06:49 | 0:06:52 | |
in the time it takes me to put me boots on. Marvellous! | 0:06:52 | 0:06:55 | |
All we need now is some sunshine. | 0:06:55 | 0:06:57 | |
Well, Brinsley's just the man for that. | 0:06:57 | 0:07:00 | |
-And we know just which bit it shines out of! -Language, Timothy! | 0:07:00 | 0:07:04 | |
And you, Father. | 0:07:04 | 0:07:06 | |
-Timothy, move that case. Brinsley might fall over it. -Might? | 0:07:06 | 0:07:10 | |
Let's make absolutely sure, Mother, and put it in the middle. | 0:07:10 | 0:07:13 | |
-Don't be so babyish. And take your things up to the attic. -The attic? | 0:07:13 | 0:07:19 | |
-Didn't I tell you? You're in the attic. Brinsley has your room. -My... | 0:07:19 | 0:07:24 | |
With all my things? I'm getting slung in the attic? | 0:07:24 | 0:07:27 | |
I'm being slung out, Mother, for some fourth-rate, overgrown navvy? | 0:07:27 | 0:07:31 | |
I've got some very, very private things in my room. | 0:07:31 | 0:07:36 | |
If you mean those magazines, I threw them out. | 0:07:36 | 0:07:39 | |
Not that Brinsley needs them. He has plenty of health and plenty of efficiency! | 0:07:39 | 0:07:44 | |
Well, Mother, I'm going down to the pub, | 0:07:44 | 0:07:46 | |
where at least one person may not be talking about Brinsley. | 0:07:46 | 0:07:48 | |
Oh! | 0:07:48 | 0:07:50 | |
Sh... Shanklin! | 0:07:50 | 0:07:52 | |
I remember once - you're not going to believe this - | 0:07:55 | 0:07:58 | |
but he made me eat a conker and told me it would | 0:07:58 | 0:08:01 | |
grow into a big chestnut tree inside me. And I believed him. | 0:08:01 | 0:08:05 | |
He used to roll up bits of barbed wire, put them down my... | 0:08:05 | 0:08:07 | |
Tim, will you stop talking about this Brinsley? | 0:08:07 | 0:08:10 | |
You've been banging on about him for the last half-hour. Give it a rest! | 0:08:10 | 0:08:13 | |
All right, all right. All right! | 0:08:13 | 0:08:16 | |
-Mum's the word. -Oh, don't talk about her, for pity's sake! | 0:08:16 | 0:08:20 | |
-Frank, would I? Would I? -You always do. -All right, all right! | 0:08:20 | 0:08:25 | |
How are things in your neck of the woods, by the way? | 0:08:26 | 0:08:28 | |
Ah, well, as it happens, | 0:08:28 | 0:08:31 | |
I've got a little something for you that could change your life totally. | 0:08:31 | 0:08:34 | |
Not a Brinsley extractor? | 0:08:34 | 0:08:37 | |
A penknife with a thing in it for digging Brinsley out? | 0:08:37 | 0:08:40 | |
No, no, no, not Brinsley! | 0:08:40 | 0:08:42 | |
Look, she's 5'4", Sagittarian and her name's Dawn. | 0:08:42 | 0:08:46 | |
Look, Frank, I don't wish to seem ungrateful, you know, | 0:08:46 | 0:08:50 | |
but I'd like to put this on record - I'd rather, to be honest, | 0:08:50 | 0:08:53 | |
you didn't keep introducing me to girls, if you don't mind. | 0:08:53 | 0:08:56 | |
Well, what do you want? Parrots? | 0:08:56 | 0:08:58 | |
-Remember Deirdre? -Oh, yes, Deirdre. | 0:08:59 | 0:09:02 | |
-Still, she liked you, though, didn't she? -Oh, she liked me, yeah. | 0:09:02 | 0:09:05 | |
She liked everybody. | 0:09:05 | 0:09:07 | |
-Well? -Well, she had a lot of experience, you know. | 0:09:07 | 0:09:10 | |
And let's be frank, Frank, I come along and, you know... | 0:09:11 | 0:09:18 | |
-Comparisons are bound to be made. -So? | 0:09:19 | 0:09:22 | |
Well, I may not be exactly in the top ten, you see. Or in the first 50. | 0:09:22 | 0:09:28 | |
So what? | 0:09:28 | 0:09:30 | |
I mean, let's face it, Tim, at your age, | 0:09:30 | 0:09:32 | |
the girls that you're likely to socialise with | 0:09:32 | 0:09:34 | |
are not likely to be virgins. | 0:09:34 | 0:09:36 | |
Frank, please, good heavens! I'm not insisting on virgins. | 0:09:36 | 0:09:39 | |
Virgins, hahahah! Sorry, sorry. | 0:09:39 | 0:09:42 | |
Virgins, goodness me! In this day and age, who is? | 0:09:42 | 0:09:45 | |
-Well, I can think of one. -Who? | 0:09:45 | 0:09:47 | |
-You. -Oh, Frank, please! Good heavens! | 0:09:47 | 0:09:50 | |
That IS a good one. | 0:09:50 | 0:09:52 | |
Me of all people! PHONE RINGS | 0:09:52 | 0:09:54 | |
-That'll be for me. -Saved by the bell. -Thank you, Chris, I'll just take... | 0:09:54 | 0:09:59 | |
-Get off! -Isn't it for me, then? -For you? No. -Sorry. | 0:09:59 | 0:10:03 | |
-That's funny - it isn't Mother. I hope she's all right. -Oh, God! | 0:10:03 | 0:10:09 | |
Well, I mean, she always rings about this time. | 0:10:09 | 0:10:11 | |
Oh, she will be all right, she's got Brinsley, hasn't she? | 0:10:11 | 0:10:14 | |
Brinsley with the great big gentle hands. | 0:10:14 | 0:10:16 | |
-Timothy Lumsden, I don't believe it! -Believe what? | 0:10:16 | 0:10:19 | |
-You're jealous! -Oh, haha! | 0:10:19 | 0:10:21 | |
Your mother likes him better than she likes you and you're jealous! | 0:10:21 | 0:10:24 | |
-Me? -Yes! -Her? -Yes! -Him! -Yes! -Jealous? | 0:10:24 | 0:10:27 | |
Gentlemen, a little less noise, please. Thank you. | 0:10:27 | 0:10:30 | |
-Pathetic! Jealous... -Yes, it is. -Very funny idea. | 0:10:30 | 0:10:34 | |
Full marks for a funny idea. | 0:10:34 | 0:10:35 | |
40 years she's been making your life a misery, by your own account. | 0:10:35 | 0:10:39 | |
Now she's making someone else miserable, you can't take it. | 0:10:39 | 0:10:41 | |
-No, you've got to be number one misery guts. -He's not miserable. | 0:10:41 | 0:10:45 | |
-It's all being done for him. She's got this gingham apron... -Ohhh! | 0:10:45 | 0:10:49 | |
All right, foolish, you say. She's also had a blue rinse. | 0:10:49 | 0:10:53 | |
I mean, admittedly, she has the odd highlight for my birthday, | 0:10:53 | 0:10:56 | |
but that's all. | 0:10:56 | 0:10:57 | |
It's written all over your face. | 0:10:57 | 0:10:59 | |
Written all over the table as well, you know. He's having very nice food. | 0:10:59 | 0:11:03 | |
Real food, you know what I mean? | 0:11:03 | 0:11:05 | |
Proper eating food, not leftovers or anything like that. | 0:11:05 | 0:11:08 | |
-She likes him better than me, simple as that, Frank. -Where are you going? | 0:11:08 | 0:11:12 | |
-I'm going home. -Come home, Oedipus, all is forgiven! | 0:11:12 | 0:11:15 | |
No, no, I have left a case in the middle of the hall | 0:11:15 | 0:11:18 | |
and I would not want Little Lord Brinsley to fall over it, | 0:11:18 | 0:11:21 | |
impaling himself on Father's shooting stick horribly with blood everywhere. | 0:11:21 | 0:11:25 | |
God, if Sigmund Freud could see you now! | 0:11:25 | 0:11:27 | |
I'm going to have it out with Brinsley, that's the only way I... | 0:11:27 | 0:11:29 | |
-Oh, sorry! -Oh, hello, Dawn! Tim, Dawn, this is Tim Lumsden. -Hello! | 0:11:29 | 0:11:35 | |
-Hello! I'm sorry, I'm just... -You're Brinsley's cousin! | 0:11:35 | 0:11:39 | |
That is right, yes. I am Brinsley's cousin. | 0:11:39 | 0:11:43 | |
I am not me, I am Brinsley's cousin. | 0:11:43 | 0:11:46 | |
The good Lord made Brinsley and there was a nasty bit left over | 0:11:46 | 0:11:49 | |
and that happened to be me, yes. | 0:11:49 | 0:11:51 | |
Yes, I am a nobody and he is Mr Wonderful. | 0:11:51 | 0:11:55 | |
However, I am not, erm... | 0:11:55 | 0:11:57 | |
Erm... | 0:11:57 | 0:12:00 | |
A whatyoumacallit... | 0:12:00 | 0:12:01 | |
A thing, erm... Sorry. | 0:12:01 | 0:12:04 | |
Sorry, I've forgotten the word. | 0:12:04 | 0:12:06 | |
A Christian scientist? | 0:12:06 | 0:12:07 | |
No, a virgin. | 0:12:07 | 0:12:09 | |
I'm sorry, I just forgot the word. It's so long since I've been one. | 0:12:09 | 0:12:14 | |
Was that the one you wanted me to meet? | 0:12:15 | 0:12:17 | |
What? Oh, no, no! | 0:12:17 | 0:12:20 | |
PHYLLIS LAUGHS | 0:12:26 | 0:12:28 | |
HE MIMICS THE LAUGH | 0:12:28 | 0:12:30 | |
-Is it nice, Brinsley? -Mmm! | 0:12:30 | 0:12:33 | |
-Is it very nice? -Mmm! | 0:12:33 | 0:12:37 | |
Is it very, VERY nice? Oh, there's a little bit on your chin. | 0:12:37 | 0:12:43 | |
Let Mummy do it! | 0:12:43 | 0:12:44 | |
TIMOTHY CLEARS HIS THROAT | 0:12:44 | 0:12:47 | |
Tim! Great! This is fantastic! | 0:12:47 | 0:12:51 | |
I haven't seen you for years, not since you were little. | 0:12:51 | 0:12:55 | |
You haven't changed a bit. | 0:12:55 | 0:12:56 | |
-Hello, Brinsley. -Brinsley, you haven't had your cheese. -Cheese! | 0:12:58 | 0:13:03 | |
Your mother is treating me like a king here, Timothy. | 0:13:03 | 0:13:07 | |
You've never seen so much delicious food in your whole life. | 0:13:07 | 0:13:10 | |
That's true, yes. | 0:13:10 | 0:13:12 | |
Is there anything for me, Mother? You know, Timothy, your former son? | 0:13:12 | 0:13:16 | |
Or perhaps I could have some of Brinsley's leftovers, | 0:13:16 | 0:13:18 | |
-these little bits there? -Brinsley eats everything up, unlike some. | 0:13:18 | 0:13:22 | |
You'll have to see what you can find in the kitchen | 0:13:22 | 0:13:24 | |
and don't bring it in here. It's my ladies' bridge evening. | 0:13:24 | 0:13:28 | |
-This is absolutely delicious, Auntie Phyllis. -Please, call me Phyllis. | 0:13:28 | 0:13:32 | |
Stop it! Just a minute - Brinsley spoke with his mouth full. | 0:13:32 | 0:13:36 | |
Any time I do that, Mother, I have to eat a second helping. | 0:13:36 | 0:13:39 | |
When Brinsley speaks with his mouth full, I think it's rather manly. | 0:13:39 | 0:13:43 | |
Oh, it isn't fair! That's not fair! | 0:13:43 | 0:13:45 | |
Now, Brinsley, dear, there are eight sorts of chutney | 0:13:45 | 0:13:49 | |
and Aunt Esme's pickled walnuts. | 0:13:49 | 0:13:52 | |
1967, no-one's ever been able to open the jar, | 0:13:52 | 0:13:56 | |
but I'm sure you can, Brinsley, with your hands. | 0:13:56 | 0:14:00 | |
Do you remember my bedroom window that you said was totally stuck? | 0:14:00 | 0:14:04 | |
-Brinsley opened it. -Thank you very much, Brinsley. | 0:14:04 | 0:14:07 | |
Do you think I might try it? | 0:14:07 | 0:14:08 | |
Tim could have opened that window. It was only stuck with the paint. | 0:14:08 | 0:14:11 | |
Well, it must have moved. I heard a crack. | 0:14:19 | 0:14:21 | |
That was my neck. | 0:14:21 | 0:14:23 | |
-I've done something to it, it's cricked. -Massage it! Massage! | 0:14:23 | 0:14:26 | |
Brinsley's awfully good at massage. | 0:14:26 | 0:14:28 | |
I know, I know! Get off, please! | 0:14:28 | 0:14:31 | |
Let me try it one more time. | 0:14:31 | 0:14:34 | |
Hrrrrrngh... | 0:14:34 | 0:14:38 | |
Language, Timothy. | 0:14:38 | 0:14:40 | |
Sorry, Father. | 0:14:40 | 0:14:42 | |
I'm sorry, Brinsley. He shows off. | 0:14:42 | 0:14:45 | |
It's just the same when he tries to get the top off his toothpaste. | 0:14:45 | 0:14:49 | |
All right, you try it, Brinsley. Get your great big gentle hands on it. | 0:14:49 | 0:14:52 | |
You're behaving in a most loutish manner. We have a guest! | 0:14:52 | 0:14:55 | |
No, it's no use. Look, Tim, have one last try, come on, but do it gently. | 0:14:56 | 0:15:01 | |
-I'm sure you moved it. -Gently. I'll try it gently. | 0:15:01 | 0:15:04 | |
I accept the challenge. | 0:15:04 | 0:15:06 | |
Ooh, God! Oh, look! | 0:15:07 | 0:15:10 | |
-Look at that! -Look what you've done! Get out of this house at once! | 0:15:10 | 0:15:14 | |
-I've got pickled walnuts all over me! -That's your fault! | 0:15:14 | 0:15:18 | |
-Well... -I'm sorry. -No, it's my fault. | 0:15:18 | 0:15:21 | |
I shouldn't have asked for pickled walnuts. | 0:15:21 | 0:15:23 | |
-Tim, I'll buy you a drink at the pub. -You're not going to the pub. | 0:15:23 | 0:15:26 | |
My bridge ladies are dying to meet you. | 0:15:26 | 0:15:28 | |
Well, I haven't seen my dear old friend Tim for years | 0:15:28 | 0:15:31 | |
and it was just bad luck spilling it, Auntie Phyllis. | 0:15:31 | 0:15:33 | |
He did that on purpose. | 0:15:33 | 0:15:35 | |
Brinsley has been here six whole days and he hasn't spilt a thing. | 0:15:35 | 0:15:39 | |
Nobody's perfect, Mother. | 0:15:39 | 0:15:40 | |
He wants to go to the pub, so he can't be all that perfect. | 0:15:40 | 0:15:42 | |
You don't want to go, do you, Brinsley? | 0:15:42 | 0:15:45 | |
-Well, yes, I would rather like to. -Hahahahah! Oh! | 0:15:45 | 0:15:48 | |
-I'll get my wallet. -Wrap up warmly. Don't forget your scarf. | 0:15:48 | 0:15:53 | |
-Yes, I will, Mother. -I wasn't talking to you, I was talking to Brinsley. | 0:15:53 | 0:15:56 | |
Bye-bye, Mother. | 0:15:56 | 0:15:58 | |
-Language, Timothy! -Sorry, Father. | 0:16:00 | 0:16:04 | |
-180! -CHEERING | 0:16:05 | 0:16:09 | |
Oh, blimey, Tim, this Brinsley's good at darts. | 0:16:10 | 0:16:13 | |
Well, he would be, wouldn't he? He's good at everything, isn't he? | 0:16:13 | 0:16:16 | |
He can play Rock Of Ages on his belly button. | 0:16:16 | 0:16:19 | |
-What? -Standing up in a hammock with roller-skates on. He's a bighead. | 0:16:21 | 0:16:25 | |
Oh, come on, he seems like the nicest chap you could wish to meet. | 0:16:25 | 0:16:29 | |
-He lent you a nice clean shirt. -Yeah, but look at this. | 0:16:29 | 0:16:32 | |
Too big, isn't it? Look at that! | 0:16:32 | 0:16:35 | |
-It makes me look silly. -Oh, you're paranoid, you are. | 0:16:35 | 0:16:38 | |
By the way, what are we drinking champagne for? | 0:16:38 | 0:16:40 | |
I was trying to get him drunk, | 0:16:40 | 0:16:42 | |
but it's made absolutely no difference to him whatsoever. | 0:16:42 | 0:16:44 | |
Well, you've had enough. | 0:16:44 | 0:16:45 | |
-I'm all right, I'm walking. -Not at this rate, you won't be. | 0:16:45 | 0:16:48 | |
PHONE RINGS That'll be Mother. | 0:16:48 | 0:16:50 | |
I'm going to give her what for. | 0:16:50 | 0:16:53 | |
Hello? | 0:16:55 | 0:16:56 | |
This is Brinsley's cousin speaking. | 0:16:56 | 0:16:59 | |
Yes, Mother. Yes. All right, then. | 0:16:59 | 0:17:02 | |
Yes, all right, then. | 0:17:02 | 0:17:03 | |
Brinsley? Brinsley? Phyllis... | 0:17:03 | 0:17:08 | |
Phyllis would like a word with you. | 0:17:08 | 0:17:11 | |
-Or Phyllie...as she's called. -Right. | 0:17:11 | 0:17:15 | |
Is Brinsley having an affair with your wife? | 0:17:19 | 0:17:22 | |
-He would be if I had one, yes. -What? | 0:17:22 | 0:17:25 | |
Tell me, Dawn, has anybody ever told you | 0:17:25 | 0:17:28 | |
what a very attractive young lady you are? | 0:17:28 | 0:17:31 | |
-No. -Well, when this is all over, I very well may. | 0:17:31 | 0:17:36 | |
Oh, really? | 0:17:37 | 0:17:39 | |
Tim, I'm sorry, I've got to get back. Your mother wants me. | 0:17:39 | 0:17:42 | |
-Are you coming? -Well, I might be coming, I might not. | 0:17:42 | 0:17:45 | |
-Does it really matter in terms of the cosmos? -Time, gentlemen, please. | 0:17:45 | 0:17:50 | |
Time, thank you, yes. Time, yes, it is indeed time. | 0:17:50 | 0:17:54 | |
Time for me to go... | 0:17:54 | 0:17:55 | |
Time for me... I'm going to emigrate. It is time for me to emigrate. | 0:17:55 | 0:17:59 | |
I'm going to emigrate to Australia. | 0:17:59 | 0:18:02 | |
I'm going to become a flying librarian. And I'm going to... | 0:18:02 | 0:18:07 | |
-When their books are overdue, I'm going to bomb them. -You're legless. | 0:18:07 | 0:18:11 | |
I'm motherless, hahaha! | 0:18:11 | 0:18:13 | |
The world is my oyster, as long as there isn't an R in the month. | 0:18:13 | 0:18:16 | |
I'm being a flying librarian. Pip-pip-pip-pip... | 0:18:18 | 0:18:23 | |
-You don't think he'll get run over, do you? -Well, I shouldn't think so. | 0:18:23 | 0:18:27 | |
That's the ladies'. | 0:18:27 | 0:18:29 | |
-Two spades. -DOOR CLOSES | 0:18:32 | 0:18:34 | |
No, Tim, no! | 0:18:34 | 0:18:36 | |
Timothy! What is the meaning of this? What are you doing? | 0:18:38 | 0:18:41 | |
-Get thee to a nunnery! -What?! | 0:18:41 | 0:18:45 | |
Frailty, thy name is Phyllis. | 0:18:45 | 0:18:48 | |
Go away. Go and sit in the kitchen with your father. | 0:18:48 | 0:18:52 | |
He's always been highly strung, especially since O Levels. | 0:18:52 | 0:18:56 | |
The toast is Brunsley and Mither. | 0:18:57 | 0:19:00 | |
As I was saying in the pub - oh, you weren't in the pub, | 0:19:00 | 0:19:02 | |
but, of course, that doesn't matter, nobody can be perfect - | 0:19:02 | 0:19:05 | |
I'm going off to be or not to be the Flying Dutchman. | 0:19:05 | 0:19:09 | |
I'm going to fly, do you understand, from library to library | 0:19:09 | 0:19:14 | |
forever and ever until I find eternal love. | 0:19:14 | 0:19:18 | |
Two no trumps. | 0:19:18 | 0:19:20 | |
Thank you for your indulgence. | 0:19:22 | 0:19:25 | |
-Timothy, get up! I know you're awake. -Oh, Mother... | 0:19:31 | 0:19:37 | |
-My mouth is so dry! -It's ten to nine and you're not even dressed yet. | 0:19:37 | 0:19:42 | |
-Oh, my God! Yes, I am. -You went to bed with your clothes on! | 0:19:42 | 0:19:48 | |
I don't remember. My feet are in a bowl. | 0:19:48 | 0:19:50 | |
Mother, I'm standing in a bowl. Why are my feet in a bowl? | 0:19:50 | 0:19:53 | |
Brinsley put it there in case. It was very thoughtful of him. | 0:19:55 | 0:20:00 | |
-And you haven't even used it. -Oh, no, Brinsley! | 0:20:00 | 0:20:06 | |
I've never been so humiliated in my life. | 0:20:06 | 0:20:10 | |
Your father and I have had a talk. | 0:20:10 | 0:20:12 | |
It's been decided - the extra person will have to go. | 0:20:12 | 0:20:16 | |
Oh, thank goodness for that! | 0:20:16 | 0:20:18 | |
Well, I'm glad you're taking it so well. | 0:20:18 | 0:20:21 | |
-Me? Me go? -Yes, and the sooner the better! | 0:20:21 | 0:20:24 | |
Brinsley may get a permanent job here. | 0:20:24 | 0:20:27 | |
He doesn't get blotto AND he can afford a decent rent - | 0:20:27 | 0:20:31 | |
so he can have your room. | 0:20:31 | 0:20:32 | |
He likes that bed. | 0:20:32 | 0:20:34 | |
Mother, I'm going to stand up for my ri... Ooh! | 0:20:34 | 0:20:36 | |
Mother, I'm going to have this out with Brinsley face-to-face. | 0:20:38 | 0:20:43 | |
Face-to-face? You'll need something to stand on. | 0:20:43 | 0:20:46 | |
Brinsley! | 0:21:13 | 0:21:14 | |
Stay where you are. Don't run away. | 0:21:15 | 0:21:18 | |
There's something I want to talk to you about. | 0:21:18 | 0:21:20 | |
This has gone on long enough. | 0:21:20 | 0:21:22 | |
Yes, it is a bit cold, isn't it? | 0:21:22 | 0:21:24 | |
Just finishing. | 0:21:24 | 0:21:26 | |
Right. Sorry, Tim. | 0:21:26 | 0:21:28 | |
Now, listen, Brinsley, I don't want any beating about the bush... | 0:21:28 | 0:21:31 | |
-Fancy some hair of the dog? -No, thank you. | 0:21:31 | 0:21:33 | |
Come on, it'll warm you up a bit. | 0:21:33 | 0:21:35 | |
Tim, I'm a louse. | 0:21:37 | 0:21:40 | |
-What? -Call me a rat if you like. Or a chicken, that's what I've been. | 0:21:40 | 0:21:47 | |
What do you mean? In some previous life, do you mean? | 0:21:47 | 0:21:51 | |
No, this last week, I've been a rat. | 0:21:51 | 0:21:54 | |
Not with Mother, I hope! | 0:21:54 | 0:21:56 | |
Yes, with your mother, I admit it. | 0:21:57 | 0:21:59 | |
Look, if you hadn't got that thing on your head, mate, | 0:21:59 | 0:22:02 | |
I'd knock your block right off. | 0:22:02 | 0:22:04 | |
I deserve it, I deserve it! | 0:22:04 | 0:22:07 | |
I'm ratting on her. I'm going home today. | 0:22:07 | 0:22:10 | |
What? | 0:22:10 | 0:22:12 | |
Look, she's the best woman in the world, | 0:22:12 | 0:22:15 | |
-but the fact is I cannot stand any more. -Any more what? | 0:22:15 | 0:22:18 | |
The endless cups of tea, the awful nursery food, the baby talk, | 0:22:18 | 0:22:23 | |
everything cut into soldiers. | 0:22:23 | 0:22:25 | |
And ironing my socks - I mean, what sort of woman irons socks, | 0:22:25 | 0:22:29 | |
for heaven's sake? | 0:22:29 | 0:22:31 | |
Isn't ironing socks at all widespread, then? | 0:22:31 | 0:22:34 | |
I'm saying terrible things about your mother. | 0:22:34 | 0:22:36 | |
I'm sorry, but I'm getting out. | 0:22:36 | 0:22:39 | |
-I thought you were staying forever! -Ha, she's... | 0:22:40 | 0:22:44 | |
I'm sorry, your mother wouldn't let me alone until I promised, | 0:22:44 | 0:22:48 | |
-but I cannot take any more. -Any more what? | 0:22:48 | 0:22:52 | |
Look, there is just one thing I want to say to you. | 0:22:52 | 0:22:56 | |
-What? -You're fantastic. | 0:22:56 | 0:22:59 | |
What? I mean... In what sort of way? | 0:23:01 | 0:23:05 | |
I have been a week with your mother and I am a broken man. | 0:23:05 | 0:23:09 | |
You've had it for 40 years. Are you Superman? | 0:23:09 | 0:23:13 | |
-Well, one does what one can. -You should get a medal. | 0:23:15 | 0:23:19 | |
I think you're brilliant, magic. | 0:23:19 | 0:23:21 | |
But it's a trick one learns, you know. | 0:23:22 | 0:23:27 | |
-I'm a survivor. -You're a brick. | 0:23:27 | 0:23:30 | |
Well, half a brick! | 0:23:32 | 0:23:33 | |
I'm glad you came today. I wasn't even going to say goodbye. | 0:23:36 | 0:23:39 | |
I've got all my stuff in the car. | 0:23:39 | 0:23:41 | |
There we are. | 0:23:43 | 0:23:44 | |
Oh, you remember Dawn last night? | 0:23:46 | 0:23:50 | |
Dawn... Dawn, yes! Yes! | 0:23:50 | 0:23:52 | |
As a matter of fact, | 0:23:52 | 0:23:54 | |
I was thinking of trying it on there one of these days. | 0:23:54 | 0:23:56 | |
-She's here. -Well, thinking about it, you know, theoretically, so to speak. | 0:23:56 | 0:24:01 | |
Hello, Tim! | 0:24:01 | 0:24:03 | |
Hello, Dawn - and goodbye. | 0:24:05 | 0:24:08 | |
-Bye, Tim. -See you. | 0:24:08 | 0:24:10 | |
Yes, yes. Goodbye! | 0:24:10 | 0:24:13 | |
Brinsley, Brinsley! Hang on a second, sorry! | 0:24:16 | 0:24:19 | |
-What? -Erm... | 0:24:19 | 0:24:23 | |
You know...the other day when I opened that jar... | 0:24:23 | 0:24:29 | |
-You know, the pickled walnuts? -Yes? | 0:24:30 | 0:24:34 | |
You didn't... | 0:24:35 | 0:24:38 | |
-loosen the lid, did you, to help me? -No, of course not! | 0:24:38 | 0:24:42 | |
-Really? -Scout's honour. | 0:24:43 | 0:24:46 | |
Cheerio, then! On your way. Ha, don't know my own strength! | 0:24:48 | 0:24:53 | |
CAR DRIVES OFF | 0:24:53 | 0:24:56 | |
Well, monarch of all I survey, really. | 0:24:59 | 0:25:03 | |
What a dump! | 0:25:05 | 0:25:06 | |
Hello, Mother! | 0:25:09 | 0:25:11 | |
Father... Ah, hello, Mother. | 0:25:11 | 0:25:15 | |
Don't tell me, don't tell me - | 0:25:15 | 0:25:17 | |
something upsetting on The Archers, eh? | 0:25:17 | 0:25:19 | |
Phil Archer talks about animal husbandry | 0:25:19 | 0:25:21 | |
and Shula comes back from The Bull? | 0:25:21 | 0:25:23 | |
-He's gone. -What, the bull? | 0:25:25 | 0:25:27 | |
Brinsley. His things have gone. | 0:25:29 | 0:25:32 | |
Oh, cheer up, Mother! | 0:25:32 | 0:25:34 | |
Gone with never a word! How could he? | 0:25:34 | 0:25:38 | |
Not even a note! | 0:25:39 | 0:25:42 | |
Oh, Mother, dear, he had to go, you see, he had to go very quickly. | 0:25:42 | 0:25:47 | |
It was an emergency. | 0:25:47 | 0:25:50 | |
-Where to? -Well, I don't know, it was all very sort of hush-hush, you know. | 0:25:50 | 0:25:56 | |
He wanted to ring you, I know that, he did want to ring you, | 0:25:56 | 0:25:59 | |
but his phone was out of order, you know, | 0:25:59 | 0:26:02 | |
so he phoned me at the library | 0:26:02 | 0:26:05 | |
and he told me to be sure to say how sorry he was et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. | 0:26:05 | 0:26:12 | |
And also to say that he enjoyed every moment he was here. | 0:26:12 | 0:26:18 | |
Did he? | 0:26:18 | 0:26:20 | |
Really? | 0:26:20 | 0:26:23 | |
-Enjoyed every moment? -Yup, scout's honour, you know. | 0:26:23 | 0:26:26 | |
He quite definitely said that. | 0:26:26 | 0:26:28 | |
He responded to me as a woman, Timothy. | 0:26:28 | 0:26:31 | |
Yes, he said that, too. He made a particular point of that. | 0:26:31 | 0:26:37 | |
-Did he? -Mmm. | 0:26:37 | 0:26:40 | |
What were his exact words? | 0:26:40 | 0:26:42 | |
Well, he said, erm... | 0:26:47 | 0:26:49 | |
He said, "I responded to her as a woman." | 0:26:50 | 0:26:53 | |
Don't worry, I won't tell Father! | 0:26:55 | 0:26:58 | |
Never mind your father. Oh, I feel so much better! | 0:26:58 | 0:27:03 | |
Now, no more of this silly talk of going to Australia. | 0:27:03 | 0:27:07 | |
No, of course not. | 0:27:07 | 0:27:09 | |
Because you're my firstest and bestest boy, aren't you? | 0:27:09 | 0:27:12 | |
Yes, of course I am. | 0:27:12 | 0:27:14 | |
And now, who's going to get his favourite suppy-wup? | 0:27:14 | 0:27:18 | |
Don't get carried away, Mother. | 0:27:18 | 0:27:20 | |
I'm going to go down the pub later on to have a drink with... | 0:27:20 | 0:27:23 | |
-No pubbies tonight! -Oh, yes, Mother... | 0:27:23 | 0:27:25 | |
And before his lovely tea, who's going to get a great big kiss? | 0:27:25 | 0:27:30 | |
-Mother, come on! -Timmykins! -No, Mother! | 0:27:30 | 0:27:34 | |
Mother! | 0:27:34 | 0:27:36 | |
Come on, Timkins! Timmy! Oh! Timothy, where are you going? | 0:27:37 | 0:27:42 | |
-Leave me, Mother! -Timothy? | 0:27:42 | 0:27:45 | |
TIMOTHY! | 0:27:45 | 0:27:47 | |
Now, stop! | 0:27:47 | 0:27:49 | |
Mother... Oh! | 0:27:53 | 0:27:55 |