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There was nothing extraordinary about my mum and dad, | 0:00:31 | 0:00:35 | |
nothing dramatic. | 0:00:35 | 0:00:37 | |
No divorce or anything, | 0:00:38 | 0:00:40 | |
but they were my parents | 0:00:40 | 0:00:42 | |
and I wanted to remember them by doing a picture book. | 0:00:42 | 0:00:46 | |
It's a bit odd, really, having a book about my parents up there | 0:00:50 | 0:00:54 | |
in the bestseller list among all the football heroes and cook books. | 0:00:54 | 0:00:58 | |
They'd be proud of that, I suppose. | 0:01:00 | 0:01:02 | |
But probably rather embarrassed too. | 0:01:02 | 0:01:05 | |
I imagine they would say, "It wasn't like that." | 0:01:07 | 0:01:09 | |
Or, "How can you talk about that?" | 0:01:11 | 0:01:14 | |
Well, I have. | 0:01:15 | 0:01:18 | |
And this is their story. | 0:01:18 | 0:01:20 | |
ENGINE WHIRS | 0:01:26 | 0:01:29 | |
BELL DINGS | 0:01:39 | 0:01:41 | |
HORSE'S HOOVES CLOPPING | 0:01:43 | 0:01:45 | |
-Bye, Mum! -Bye, dear. | 0:02:04 | 0:02:07 | |
-Ta-ta, Ern, mate. -Ta-ta. | 0:02:07 | 0:02:10 | |
Ta-ta. | 0:02:12 | 0:02:14 | |
Hurry up with that dusting, Ethel. | 0:02:19 | 0:02:21 | |
There's the fire to stoke and the beds to make. | 0:02:21 | 0:02:24 | |
Yes, madam. I won't be long. | 0:02:24 | 0:02:26 | |
BELL DINGS | 0:02:37 | 0:02:40 | |
SHE GASPS | 0:02:42 | 0:02:43 | |
HE CHUCKLES | 0:02:43 | 0:02:45 | |
Ethel! Aren't you finished yet? | 0:02:45 | 0:02:49 | |
Yes, madam. | 0:02:49 | 0:02:50 | |
Sorry, madam. | 0:02:51 | 0:02:53 | |
Hey, hey! SHE GASPS | 0:03:06 | 0:03:08 | |
RAIN FALLS HEAVILY | 0:03:13 | 0:03:15 | |
Ethel! Where are you? | 0:03:15 | 0:03:18 | |
Coming, madam. | 0:03:18 | 0:03:19 | |
THUNDERCLAP | 0:03:19 | 0:03:21 | |
Hm... | 0:03:27 | 0:03:28 | |
BIRDSONG | 0:03:33 | 0:03:35 | |
Ethel! | 0:03:35 | 0:03:36 | |
Ethel! | 0:03:36 | 0:03:38 | |
-Ethel?! -Oh. | 0:03:38 | 0:03:40 | |
BELL RINGS | 0:03:44 | 0:03:47 | |
Yes, yes, I'm coming! | 0:03:47 | 0:03:50 | |
D'oh! | 0:03:50 | 0:03:52 | |
Hello, duck. | 0:03:54 | 0:03:56 | |
Oh! Oh, it's you. | 0:03:56 | 0:03:57 | |
Thought I'd introduce myself. | 0:03:57 | 0:03:59 | |
You've waved that blooming duster at me enough times. | 0:03:59 | 0:04:02 | |
Oh, no, I didn't mean to. It was just that... | 0:04:02 | 0:04:05 | |
Name's Ernest. | 0:04:05 | 0:04:06 | |
-Oh! I'm Ethel. -That's a nice name. | 0:04:06 | 0:04:10 | |
Well, Ethel, how about coming to the pictures with me? | 0:04:10 | 0:04:13 | |
Oh, well, I... | 0:04:13 | 0:04:15 | |
They've got lots for me to do. | 0:04:15 | 0:04:17 | |
-What time you knock off? -I finish about seven. | 0:04:17 | 0:04:20 | |
Perfect! They're showing Hangman's House at the local. | 0:04:20 | 0:04:23 | |
-You mean, the Coronation? -Yes. | 0:04:23 | 0:04:25 | |
-Starts at eight. I could meet you there. -Thank you. That... | 0:04:25 | 0:04:28 | |
-That would be very nice. -Grand. | 0:04:28 | 0:04:31 | |
And these, they're for you. | 0:04:31 | 0:04:33 | |
SHE GASPS | 0:04:33 | 0:04:35 | |
They're...lovely. | 0:04:35 | 0:04:37 | |
-See you about a quarter to, then. -Yes. | 0:04:37 | 0:04:40 | |
Yes, I'll be there! | 0:04:40 | 0:04:42 | |
BIKE BELL DINGS | 0:04:43 | 0:04:45 | |
Oh! | 0:04:45 | 0:04:47 | |
Ernest... | 0:04:48 | 0:04:50 | |
RAIN FALLS HEAVILY | 0:04:52 | 0:04:54 | |
Two, please. | 0:04:57 | 0:04:59 | |
ORGAN PLAYS JOLLY TUNE | 0:05:02 | 0:05:07 | |
-(Victor McLaglen.) -Who's he? | 0:05:16 | 0:05:19 | |
-Him up there. -Oh. | 0:05:19 | 0:05:21 | |
My favourite. | 0:05:22 | 0:05:24 | |
Oh... | 0:05:24 | 0:05:25 | |
JAZZY TUNE PLAYS | 0:05:27 | 0:05:30 | |
CHATTER AND LAUGHTER | 0:05:36 | 0:05:39 | |
Oh, Ernest, doesn't it sound wonderful? | 0:05:39 | 0:05:42 | |
Cor blimey, eh? | 0:05:42 | 0:05:44 | |
Five shillings to get in! | 0:05:44 | 0:05:46 | |
A bit posh if you ask me. | 0:05:46 | 0:05:48 | |
Tell you what, it's under a shilling at our church hall | 0:05:49 | 0:05:52 | |
next Saturday. | 0:05:52 | 0:05:54 | |
-Are you on? -Oh, Ernest! | 0:05:54 | 0:05:56 | |
HE LAUGHS | 0:05:56 | 0:05:58 | |
HE SNIFFS | 0:06:06 | 0:06:07 | |
-Lovely flowers, darling. -Oh, that's Dad. He's potty about the garden. | 0:06:07 | 0:06:12 | |
-Did you ALL grow up here? -Yes, 11 of us. | 0:06:12 | 0:06:15 | |
Bob, Beaty, Mag, Edie, me, Frank, Flo, Jessie, George, Joe and Bill. | 0:06:15 | 0:06:19 | |
Cor blimey! SHE CHUCKLES | 0:06:19 | 0:06:21 | |
Come and meet Mum and Dad. | 0:06:21 | 0:06:24 | |
Ernest, your tie. | 0:06:24 | 0:06:25 | |
-Want to make a good impression. -Oh, yes, darling. | 0:06:25 | 0:06:29 | |
George was killed in the war, | 0:06:30 | 0:06:32 | |
Bob died as a baby and Beaty died at two and a half. | 0:06:32 | 0:06:35 | |
-Poor little kiddies. -Hm. | 0:06:37 | 0:06:39 | |
Hello, dear. | 0:06:41 | 0:06:42 | |
Mum, this is Ernest. | 0:06:42 | 0:06:46 | |
Very pleased to meet you, uh, Mrs Bowyer. | 0:06:46 | 0:06:49 | |
You haven't asked me to your home yet, dear. | 0:06:59 | 0:07:01 | |
Yeah, well, it's not as nice as yours, darling. | 0:07:01 | 0:07:04 | |
What do you mean, "not as nice"? | 0:07:04 | 0:07:06 | |
Well, there's scrap iron, rag-and-bone men, | 0:07:06 | 0:07:10 | |
there's fights outside the pubs. Women, too. | 0:07:10 | 0:07:13 | |
The coppers won't go down there. | 0:07:13 | 0:07:15 | |
The last one that did go, they bashed him up, | 0:07:15 | 0:07:17 | |
then sat on him and blew his whistle to fetch more coppers. | 0:07:17 | 0:07:20 | |
Oh! Ernest. | 0:07:20 | 0:07:22 | |
It's not your cup of tea, darling. | 0:07:22 | 0:07:24 | |
Am I to understand that you wish to leave us? | 0:07:32 | 0:07:36 | |
Yes, madam. | 0:07:36 | 0:07:37 | |
To get married? | 0:07:37 | 0:07:39 | |
Yes, madam. | 0:07:39 | 0:07:41 | |
To a man?! | 0:07:41 | 0:07:43 | |
Yes, madam. | 0:07:43 | 0:07:45 | |
Well... | 0:07:45 | 0:07:46 | |
..I hope you know what you're doing. | 0:07:47 | 0:07:49 | |
Ever so sorry, madam. | 0:07:49 | 0:07:51 | |
Give us your box, darlin'. | 0:07:58 | 0:08:00 | |
Oh! | 0:08:00 | 0:08:02 | |
I don't like leaving them. They're so helpless. | 0:08:02 | 0:08:05 | |
They can't do a thing for themselves. | 0:08:05 | 0:08:07 | |
Hm. Serve 'em right. | 0:08:07 | 0:08:09 | |
Bloated plutocrats! | 0:08:09 | 0:08:11 | |
There's no need to swear, Ernest. | 0:08:11 | 0:08:13 | |
What? | 0:08:13 | 0:08:14 | |
Don't worry about them. They'll soon get another skivvy. | 0:08:16 | 0:08:19 | |
I was not a skivvy! | 0:08:19 | 0:08:21 | |
I was a lady's maid and, what's more, | 0:08:21 | 0:08:25 | |
I'm going to be married! | 0:08:25 | 0:08:27 | |
So am I! | 0:08:27 | 0:08:29 | |
THEY LAUGH | 0:08:29 | 0:08:31 | |
Oh, it's lovely. | 0:08:44 | 0:08:46 | |
But £825? | 0:08:46 | 0:08:48 | |
Can we afford that mortgage business? | 0:08:48 | 0:08:51 | |
Yeah, it's easy. I'll be getting three guineas a week soon. | 0:08:51 | 0:08:54 | |
Besides, we've got 25 years. 19...55, it'll be ours. | 0:08:54 | 0:09:00 | |
A wrought-iron gate, your ladyship. | 0:09:02 | 0:09:04 | |
SHE GIGGLES | 0:09:04 | 0:09:06 | |
You silly. | 0:09:06 | 0:09:07 | |
Oh, and look, Ernest, a marble pillar! | 0:09:07 | 0:09:11 | |
LAUGHS: Look at this. | 0:09:16 | 0:09:18 | |
Oh! | 0:09:18 | 0:09:20 | |
Oh, Ernest. There's so much space. | 0:09:21 | 0:09:26 | |
-We could get those electric lights put in. -Yeah, nice and modern. | 0:09:26 | 0:09:30 | |
Brother Fred's got a wireless. He can hear Germany. | 0:09:30 | 0:09:33 | |
Whatever would you want to hear Germany for? | 0:09:33 | 0:09:35 | |
Oh! A French window! | 0:09:38 | 0:09:41 | |
Oh, Ernest, there's a bathroom! | 0:09:42 | 0:09:45 | |
Blimey! A lav too. | 0:09:45 | 0:09:47 | |
Er, come along, Ernest. | 0:09:47 | 0:09:49 | |
TOILET FLUSHES | 0:09:49 | 0:09:51 | |
Hm! Ha! | 0:09:51 | 0:09:53 | |
Enormous bedroom! Four windows in one room! | 0:09:54 | 0:09:59 | |
It'll cost a fortune for curtains. | 0:09:59 | 0:10:01 | |
A bit different to home, eh, darling? | 0:10:01 | 0:10:04 | |
Lots of rooms for two people. | 0:10:04 | 0:10:06 | |
Perhaps there'll be more than two one day. | 0:10:06 | 0:10:09 | |
-What? Lodgers, you mean? -No! -SHE CHUCKLES | 0:10:12 | 0:10:16 | |
This could be our baby's room. | 0:10:17 | 0:10:20 | |
Nice and warm over the kitchen. | 0:10:20 | 0:10:22 | |
Let's get rid of this old range. | 0:10:22 | 0:10:25 | |
Cor! This boiler came out of the ark. | 0:10:25 | 0:10:27 | |
SHE CHUCKLES | 0:10:27 | 0:10:28 | |
# I held your hand when I touched a moonbeam | 0:10:28 | 0:10:31 | |
# And now you're in... # | 0:10:31 | 0:10:32 | |
Hello, puss. CAT MEOWS AND PURRS | 0:10:32 | 0:10:35 | |
-Oh! -A fair bit of garden. | 0:10:35 | 0:10:38 | |
More than down home. | 0:10:38 | 0:10:39 | |
Oh, I've always wanted my own bit of garden. | 0:10:39 | 0:10:42 | |
Good little shed for my bike and workshop. | 0:10:42 | 0:10:44 | |
Hey, mind you keep it tidy. | 0:10:44 | 0:10:46 | |
Don't you start bossing me about before we get married! | 0:10:46 | 0:10:49 | |
-HE LAUGHS -Oh, Ernest, I can't believe it. | 0:10:49 | 0:10:53 | |
-We'll have a kitchen AND a scullery. -A sitting room AND a dining room. | 0:10:53 | 0:10:57 | |
-A garden AND a shed. -Don't forget the hall. | 0:10:57 | 0:10:59 | |
And the bathroom! Luxury! | 0:10:59 | 0:11:01 | |
-Oh! -THEY LAUGH | 0:11:01 | 0:11:05 | |
CHURCH BELLS RING | 0:11:05 | 0:11:08 | |
Yes, that's it. Hold... Hold to that there, if you could. | 0:11:08 | 0:11:11 | |
That's it, lovely. That's it, Mrs Briggs. Lovely. Very nice. | 0:11:11 | 0:11:14 | |
Now, hold there. Hold it there. Big smiles. | 0:11:14 | 0:11:17 | |
We'll have one more of those. | 0:11:17 | 0:11:18 | |
Go on, Ern. Let's see a kiss for the bride. Go on, Ern. | 0:11:18 | 0:11:22 | |
CHEERING | 0:11:23 | 0:11:26 | |
Yeah, one more. One more, please, everybody. | 0:11:28 | 0:11:31 | |
JAZZY TUNE PLAYS | 0:11:31 | 0:11:33 | |
# Ooh | 0:11:33 | 0:11:35 | |
# What a little moonlight can do... # | 0:11:35 | 0:11:40 | |
Isn't the bedroom huge? | 0:11:43 | 0:11:47 | |
We'll need some cases under the bed for our clothes. | 0:11:47 | 0:11:50 | |
A wardrobe, Ernest! | 0:11:50 | 0:11:52 | |
Oh. Oh, yes. Course. | 0:11:52 | 0:11:55 | |
WHISTLING | 0:11:57 | 0:11:59 | |
HE WHISTLES | 0:12:04 | 0:12:06 | |
IN HIGH-PITCHED VOICE: Good morning, madam. How many today, please? | 0:12:13 | 0:12:16 | |
Just you keep off my clean step, young man. | 0:12:16 | 0:12:18 | |
-HE LAUGHS -Oh! | 0:12:18 | 0:12:20 | |
-SHE LAUGHS -Oh, Ernest! | 0:12:20 | 0:12:21 | |
I got a round that finishes down our road, Ette. | 0:12:21 | 0:12:24 | |
That's nice, dear. | 0:12:24 | 0:12:25 | |
I should be done about 12. Then I can get going on that old range. | 0:12:25 | 0:12:29 | |
HE GRUNTS | 0:12:29 | 0:12:30 | |
I'll be glad to see the back of that thing. | 0:12:30 | 0:12:34 | |
It's a pig, duck. | 0:12:34 | 0:12:36 | |
One of those nice new gas cookers, that's what we need. | 0:12:36 | 0:12:40 | |
Oh! CLANGING | 0:12:40 | 0:12:42 | |
Careful, Ernest! | 0:12:42 | 0:12:43 | |
Whoa-ho! | 0:12:43 | 0:12:45 | |
# Any old iron, any old iron | 0:12:45 | 0:12:47 | |
# Any, any, any old iron | 0:12:47 | 0:12:49 | |
# You look neat, talk about a treat | 0:12:49 | 0:12:50 | |
# You look dapper from your napper to your feet... # | 0:12:50 | 0:12:52 | |
Ernest, don't sing those dreadful cockney songs. | 0:12:52 | 0:12:56 | |
# Dressed in style, brand-new tile | 0:12:56 | 0:12:58 | |
# And your father's old green tie on | 0:12:58 | 0:13:00 | |
# But I wouldn't give you tuppence for your old watch and chain | 0:13:00 | 0:13:03 | |
# Old iron, old iron. # HE HUMS "SHAVE AND A HAIRCUT" | 0:13:03 | 0:13:05 | |
All right! CLANGING | 0:13:05 | 0:13:07 | |
Hey! | 0:13:07 | 0:13:08 | |
Oh. | 0:13:08 | 0:13:10 | |
SHE COUGHS That's done the job. | 0:13:10 | 0:13:12 | |
GRUNTING AND SCRAPING | 0:13:12 | 0:13:14 | |
That's it. Smashing bed. | 0:13:14 | 0:13:16 | |
Nearly new. Mahogany, I think. | 0:13:16 | 0:13:19 | |
Whoop! | 0:13:19 | 0:13:20 | |
Good springs, look. | 0:13:20 | 0:13:22 | |
-BED SQUEAKS Newlyweds need good springs. -Oh! | 0:13:22 | 0:13:24 | |
Come and try it out, darling. | 0:13:24 | 0:13:25 | |
Certainly not, Ernest. | 0:13:25 | 0:13:27 | |
It's broad daylight! | 0:13:27 | 0:13:29 | |
HE LAUGHS | 0:13:29 | 0:13:31 | |
-I finished the new draining board, darling! -Oh, lovely. | 0:13:33 | 0:13:37 | |
Fits over the edge. Removable for cleaning. | 0:13:37 | 0:13:40 | |
What with that and the new cooker... | 0:13:40 | 0:13:43 | |
We're in clover! SHE LAUGHS | 0:13:43 | 0:13:45 | |
There. Bang on! | 0:13:46 | 0:13:47 | |
Huh! It says here over two million unemployed. | 0:13:49 | 0:13:53 | |
I'm lucky to be a milkman, Ette. | 0:13:53 | 0:13:55 | |
I hate coal under the stairs. | 0:13:55 | 0:13:58 | |
Coal dust gets everywhere and it's so common. | 0:13:58 | 0:14:02 | |
Ha! I'll build a brick bunker in the garden, then. | 0:14:02 | 0:14:05 | |
(That'd be lovely.) | 0:14:05 | 0:14:07 | |
What do you reckon, Ette? Ho-ho! | 0:14:08 | 0:14:11 | |
Oh, Ernest, it's far too big. | 0:14:11 | 0:14:14 | |
I'll make some nice loose covers. | 0:14:15 | 0:14:17 | |
Came out of a posh hotel. A bargain! | 0:14:17 | 0:14:20 | |
I've made a curtain for under the tank. It'll hide the pipes. | 0:14:20 | 0:14:24 | |
I'll keep my outdoor clothes there. The pipes will dry them off. | 0:14:24 | 0:14:27 | |
Oh, but your coats smell of stale milk, Ernest. | 0:14:27 | 0:14:30 | |
Yeah, sorry. | 0:14:30 | 0:14:31 | |
Do you think you'll ever be promoted? | 0:14:33 | 0:14:35 | |
No bloomin' fear. Not me. | 0:14:35 | 0:14:37 | |
Yard foreman, stuck in a tin shed all day, adding up rows of figures? | 0:14:37 | 0:14:42 | |
Blow that for a lark. I like the fresh air! | 0:14:42 | 0:14:45 | |
I could have married... | 0:14:45 | 0:14:47 | |
a deep-sea diver. | 0:14:47 | 0:14:49 | |
-Well, why didn't you? -Because... | 0:14:49 | 0:14:52 | |
I didn't love him. | 0:14:52 | 0:14:53 | |
CLOCK TICKS QUIETLY | 0:15:00 | 0:15:03 | |
Why do you keep that picture of a baby on the wall? | 0:15:05 | 0:15:08 | |
Why do you think?! | 0:15:08 | 0:15:10 | |
Well, it's not a relative, is it? | 0:15:10 | 0:15:12 | |
We've been married over two years. | 0:15:12 | 0:15:15 | |
-I'll soon be 37! -SHE CRIES | 0:15:15 | 0:15:18 | |
Oh. Eh... | 0:15:19 | 0:15:21 | |
Don't cry. | 0:15:23 | 0:15:25 | |
-I'm sorry. -SHE SOBS | 0:15:25 | 0:15:27 | |
Oh, shush, shush, shush. | 0:15:27 | 0:15:31 | |
I know. I know. | 0:15:31 | 0:15:34 | |
RAIN FALLS | 0:15:36 | 0:15:38 | |
Evening Standard! Late news, late news! | 0:15:41 | 0:15:44 | |
Hitler wins power in Germany. | 0:15:44 | 0:15:47 | |
-Here you go, Rich. -Ta, Ern. Evening Standard! | 0:15:48 | 0:15:52 | |
-Cor blimey. -Hitler wins power in Germany! | 0:15:52 | 0:15:55 | |
This bloke, Adolf Hitler... | 0:15:58 | 0:15:59 | |
Says they're publishing his book over here. | 0:15:59 | 0:16:02 | |
-Mein Kampf, it's called. -Oh! | 0:16:02 | 0:16:05 | |
That's nice of him. | 0:16:05 | 0:16:07 | |
Huh? | 0:16:07 | 0:16:08 | |
HE GRUNTS | 0:16:17 | 0:16:19 | |
Ette! | 0:16:22 | 0:16:23 | |
-Surprise, dear. -Oh. | 0:16:25 | 0:16:27 | |
-New mirror! -It's lovely! | 0:16:27 | 0:16:29 | |
How ever did you get it home? | 0:16:29 | 0:16:31 | |
-I walked it back on my bike pedal. -How much was it? | 0:16:31 | 0:16:34 | |
Only half a dollar. I got it off of didicoy down home. | 0:16:34 | 0:16:37 | |
I've got a surprise for you too. | 0:16:37 | 0:16:40 | |
-Oh, yes? -I've been to... | 0:16:40 | 0:16:42 | |
um...the doctor. | 0:16:42 | 0:16:46 | |
Oh... And? | 0:16:47 | 0:16:49 | |
-You mean? -Mm. | 0:16:49 | 0:16:52 | |
-We're...? -Yeah. | 0:16:52 | 0:16:53 | |
We're going to...? | 0:16:53 | 0:16:55 | |
Yippee! | 0:16:55 | 0:16:57 | |
-I can't believe it! -Oh, Ette! | 0:16:57 | 0:16:59 | |
THEY LAUGH | 0:16:59 | 0:17:01 | |
# Blue skies are round the corner... # | 0:17:01 | 0:17:03 | |
-Happy birthday, darling. -Oh, Ernest. | 0:17:03 | 0:17:06 | |
And your cards! They get bigger every year. This one is all padded. | 0:17:07 | 0:17:12 | |
SHE LAUGHS | 0:17:12 | 0:17:13 | |
But my best present isn't due until January. | 0:17:13 | 0:17:16 | |
-HE LAUGHS More tea, Ette. -Mm-hm. | 0:17:16 | 0:17:19 | |
# Won't you feel happy to be | 0:17:19 | 0:17:22 | |
# Sharing the sunshine with me? # | 0:17:23 | 0:17:26 | |
WIND HOWLS | 0:17:26 | 0:17:28 | |
-FAINT SCREAMING -One more push, Mrs Briggs. | 0:17:35 | 0:17:38 | |
-SHE SCREAMS -Very good. | 0:17:38 | 0:17:40 | |
Goodness gracious me! What a fuss! | 0:17:40 | 0:17:43 | |
You'll wake the neighbours, so you will. | 0:17:43 | 0:17:46 | |
WHISTLING | 0:17:46 | 0:17:48 | |
Oh, my God! Ette! | 0:17:58 | 0:18:01 | |
Wait! | 0:18:01 | 0:18:03 | |
HE PANTS | 0:18:05 | 0:18:07 | |
Steady now, Mr Briggs. | 0:18:14 | 0:18:16 | |
You will surely not be bringing those bottles into the birth room. | 0:18:16 | 0:18:20 | |
Sorry, Mrs... Madam, nurse. | 0:18:20 | 0:18:22 | |
-Is she...? -It's a boy. | 0:18:22 | 0:18:24 | |
-Is she...? -Mother is well. | 0:18:25 | 0:18:27 | |
Oh, thank God for that. | 0:18:28 | 0:18:30 | |
Get as much rest as you can now, Mrs Briggs. | 0:18:31 | 0:18:34 | |
Baby is doing fine. | 0:18:34 | 0:18:35 | |
Thank you, Doctor. | 0:18:35 | 0:18:38 | |
Hello, Doctor. | 0:18:38 | 0:18:40 | |
Ette. | 0:18:40 | 0:18:41 | |
Oh, Ernest! | 0:18:41 | 0:18:43 | |
Oh! | 0:18:44 | 0:18:45 | |
-When was it? -About five. | 0:18:47 | 0:18:50 | |
I was just doing Ashland Grove. | 0:18:50 | 0:18:53 | |
Nearly ran out of stelerised. | 0:18:53 | 0:18:56 | |
How do you feel? You...you look done in. | 0:18:56 | 0:18:59 | |
Tired. | 0:18:59 | 0:19:00 | |
It's all red. | 0:19:02 | 0:19:04 | |
He. It's a he. | 0:19:04 | 0:19:07 | |
Oh, yes. DOCTOR CLEARS THROAT | 0:19:07 | 0:19:09 | |
Mr Briggs, a word. | 0:19:09 | 0:19:12 | |
Yes, Doctor. | 0:19:12 | 0:19:14 | |
-It was touch and go. -Oh? | 0:19:19 | 0:19:22 | |
Your wife is 38. | 0:19:22 | 0:19:24 | |
There had better not be any more. | 0:19:24 | 0:19:26 | |
But we wanted a proper family. | 0:19:28 | 0:19:29 | |
More children, no more wife. | 0:19:29 | 0:19:32 | |
I'm sorry. | 0:19:32 | 0:19:34 | |
Good day to you. | 0:19:34 | 0:19:36 | |
BABY CRIES | 0:19:41 | 0:19:43 | |
Right a bit, Ette. Don't want the nappies in the picture. | 0:19:51 | 0:19:55 | |
That's it. | 0:19:55 | 0:19:57 | |
Hold it. | 0:19:57 | 0:19:59 | |
I don't have to tell YOU to smile. | 0:19:59 | 0:20:00 | |
BABY COOS HE LAUGHS | 0:20:00 | 0:20:02 | |
This MP's pleading that working-class flats should be | 0:20:06 | 0:20:10 | |
built with bathrooms. Labour MP, of course. | 0:20:10 | 0:20:13 | |
They always say if you give the working-class a bath, | 0:20:13 | 0:20:16 | |
they keep the coal in it. | 0:20:16 | 0:20:17 | |
Oh, yeah? I haven't noticed much coal in our bath. | 0:20:17 | 0:20:21 | |
Ernest! We are not working class! | 0:20:21 | 0:20:24 | |
Ha! | 0:20:24 | 0:20:26 | |
DOORBELL RINGS | 0:20:26 | 0:20:27 | |
Oh, it's you. | 0:20:29 | 0:20:31 | |
-Hello, Ette. I've come to see the baby. -Hm. | 0:20:31 | 0:20:35 | |
Come in. | 0:20:35 | 0:20:36 | |
Oh, how are you, ducks? | 0:20:36 | 0:20:38 | |
Ernest, it's your stepmother... | 0:20:38 | 0:20:41 | |
again. | 0:20:41 | 0:20:43 | |
Hello, Mum. | 0:20:43 | 0:20:44 | |
I brought you a couple of bottles of stout | 0:20:44 | 0:20:48 | |
and some coal. | 0:20:48 | 0:20:50 | |
Oh, thanks. | 0:20:50 | 0:20:52 | |
Thanks, Mum. No need. | 0:20:52 | 0:20:53 | |
Now, where's my little boy? | 0:20:53 | 0:20:56 | |
Oh, ain't he grown? | 0:20:57 | 0:20:59 | |
-RADIO: -'This is the BBC in London.' | 0:20:59 | 0:21:02 | |
-What? -'There now follows the news.' | 0:21:02 | 0:21:04 | |
'German Chancellor Adolf Hitler announced today new laws that | 0:21:04 | 0:21:07 | |
'will forbid Jews remaining as German citizens...' | 0:21:07 | 0:21:10 | |
'Ere, Ern, turn that blessed wireless thing off. | 0:21:10 | 0:21:13 | |
I don't want that man hear what I'm saying. | 0:21:13 | 0:21:16 | |
THEY GIGGLE | 0:21:16 | 0:21:17 | |
'Prime Minister Neville Chamberlain said | 0:21:17 | 0:21:19 | |
'that a new meeting's going to be held...' | 0:21:19 | 0:21:21 | |
Here, Ette, did you know if you're a Jew in Germany, | 0:21:28 | 0:21:31 | |
you're forbidden to marry a German? | 0:21:31 | 0:21:34 | |
-SLEEPILY: -Hm? | 0:21:34 | 0:21:35 | |
I'd hate to marry a German. | 0:21:35 | 0:21:38 | |
No... | 0:21:38 | 0:21:39 | |
HE SIGHS | 0:21:40 | 0:21:42 | |
Cor! This gas copper's a real luxury. | 0:21:43 | 0:21:47 | |
Just turn the tap and strike a match. | 0:21:47 | 0:21:50 | |
SHE CHUCKLES | 0:21:50 | 0:21:51 | |
BBC's going to start tel-e-vision later this year. | 0:21:51 | 0:21:54 | |
What's that when it's at home? | 0:21:54 | 0:21:57 | |
Well, it looks like a wireless set with pictures on top of it. | 0:21:57 | 0:22:00 | |
Moving pictures? | 0:22:00 | 0:22:02 | |
Talkies? | 0:22:02 | 0:22:03 | |
Yeah. | 0:22:03 | 0:22:05 | |
It'll be like going to the pictures without going out. | 0:22:05 | 0:22:08 | |
What, you just sit and look at it? | 0:22:08 | 0:22:11 | |
-Yeah. -Hm... | 0:22:11 | 0:22:13 | |
Suppose it might be all right for the gentry. | 0:22:13 | 0:22:16 | |
-Oh! -BABY CRIES | 0:22:19 | 0:22:21 | |
Oh! | 0:22:21 | 0:22:23 | |
-BABY CRIES -Let's see that nappy, then. | 0:22:23 | 0:22:27 | |
Oh. Another lot of washing. | 0:22:27 | 0:22:30 | |
SHE CHUCKLES | 0:22:30 | 0:22:32 | |
It says the average family needs £6 week to keep it | 0:22:33 | 0:22:37 | |
above the poverty line. | 0:22:37 | 0:22:38 | |
-What's the poverty line? -Don't know. | 0:22:38 | 0:22:41 | |
Just wish I earned £6 a week, | 0:22:41 | 0:22:43 | |
what with the nipper growing up so fast. | 0:22:43 | 0:22:45 | |
JAZZY MUSIC PLAYS | 0:22:48 | 0:22:50 | |
-Whee! -CHILD LAUGHS | 0:22:52 | 0:22:56 | |
Hey-hey! That's the way to do it, boysie! | 0:22:56 | 0:22:59 | |
Again, again! | 0:22:59 | 0:23:00 | |
Oh, Ernest, he's getting such a big boy. | 0:23:00 | 0:23:03 | |
-No, he's not. He's skinny like me. -Wiry, Ernest. | 0:23:03 | 0:23:07 | |
And tall and lovely hair. | 0:23:07 | 0:23:10 | |
All those curls. | 0:23:10 | 0:23:12 | |
Oh, look! That's new. | 0:23:13 | 0:23:15 | |
They're serving teas in the balcony. | 0:23:15 | 0:23:18 | |
There's waitresses in aprons and caps. | 0:23:18 | 0:23:21 | |
Looks a bit posh. | 0:23:21 | 0:23:23 | |
-Whee! -Maybe some other time, my dear. -Again! | 0:23:23 | 0:23:26 | |
Yes...some other time. | 0:23:26 | 0:23:29 | |
HE HUMS | 0:23:33 | 0:23:35 | |
SOBBING | 0:23:35 | 0:23:37 | |
Whatever's up, darling? What are you crying for? | 0:23:40 | 0:23:43 | |
-I've had it done! -What? What? | 0:23:43 | 0:23:47 | |
-His hair. -Eh? | 0:23:47 | 0:23:50 | |
They've cut it all off. His beautiful curls! | 0:23:50 | 0:23:54 | |
Well, blimey, it's got to be done, Ette. | 0:23:54 | 0:23:57 | |
We can't have him running around like a blooming girl all his life! | 0:23:57 | 0:24:00 | |
He's not a baby any more. He'll be off to school in no time. | 0:24:00 | 0:24:03 | |
-SOBBING: -I know! | 0:24:03 | 0:24:05 | |
Hello, boysie. SHE CONTINUES CRYING | 0:24:05 | 0:24:08 | |
What's wrong with Mum? | 0:24:08 | 0:24:10 | |
SHE HOWLS | 0:24:11 | 0:24:13 | |
Mum! Mum! | 0:24:19 | 0:24:21 | |
Raymond, dear, shouldn't you be in school? | 0:24:21 | 0:24:23 | |
Mum, Mum! Ahh! | 0:24:23 | 0:24:25 | |
Whatever are you home for? | 0:24:25 | 0:24:27 | |
You mustn't come home in the middle of the day. | 0:24:27 | 0:24:30 | |
-HE PANTS -Did you cross that main road? | 0:24:30 | 0:24:33 | |
You must have done. | 0:24:33 | 0:24:34 | |
-I can't find the sit-down lavatories! -You can't find the...? | 0:24:34 | 0:24:37 | |
(We showed you them.) | 0:24:39 | 0:24:40 | |
No, they're girls'. Girls sit down! | 0:24:40 | 0:24:42 | |
-No, there's boy sitting-downs as well. -No, there isn't. | 0:24:42 | 0:24:46 | |
It's all girls! Look out, I want to go number twos! | 0:24:46 | 0:24:50 | |
FOOTSTEPS THUD UPSTAIRS DOOR SLAMS | 0:24:50 | 0:24:52 | |
Nice day again, Mrs Bennet. | 0:24:52 | 0:24:54 | |
Yes, lovely, Mrs Briggs. | 0:24:54 | 0:24:57 | |
TOILET FLUSHES | 0:24:57 | 0:24:59 | |
HITLER SHOUTS IN GERMAN OVER RADIO | 0:25:02 | 0:25:07 | |
Sounds like that Hitler's on the warpath good and proper. | 0:25:09 | 0:25:13 | |
Oh. | 0:25:13 | 0:25:14 | |
Just hark at 'em. | 0:25:14 | 0:25:17 | |
They're all barmy. | 0:25:17 | 0:25:19 | |
Our George was killed in the last one. | 0:25:19 | 0:25:22 | |
And brother Tom. | 0:25:23 | 0:25:24 | |
It doesn't seem all that long ago. | 0:25:25 | 0:25:28 | |
RAYMOND GIGGLES IN GARDEN | 0:25:28 | 0:25:30 | |
My poor old mother never got over it. | 0:25:30 | 0:25:32 | |
SEAGULLS CRY | 0:25:37 | 0:25:39 | |
HE GIGGLES | 0:25:40 | 0:25:42 | |
This television is going to be on one and a half hours every evening. | 0:25:42 | 0:25:45 | |
Dreadful. | 0:25:45 | 0:25:47 | |
It'll be like going to the pictures every day. | 0:25:47 | 0:25:50 | |
Blimey! There's a photo here of the Duke and Duchess of Windsor | 0:25:51 | 0:25:55 | |
shaking hands with Hitler. | 0:25:55 | 0:25:57 | |
Oh, he can't be so bad, then. | 0:25:57 | 0:25:59 | |
What? | 0:25:59 | 0:26:01 | |
Look, Mum. | 0:26:04 | 0:26:06 | |
-RADIO: -'The Prime Minister, Neville Chamberlain, | 0:26:06 | 0:26:08 | |
'returned from Germany today and spoke to crowds at Heston airport | 0:26:08 | 0:26:12 | |
'with the promise of peace.' | 0:26:12 | 0:26:14 | |
-CHAMBERLAIN: -'I had another talk | 0:26:14 | 0:26:18 | |
'with the German Chancellor, Herr Hitler. | 0:26:18 | 0:26:20 | |
'And here is the paper which bears his name upon it, as well as mine.' | 0:26:22 | 0:26:29 | |
CHEERING OVER RADIO | 0:26:29 | 0:26:32 | |
Cor, Ette. Old Chamberlain is giving Hitler half of Czechoslovakia. | 0:26:32 | 0:26:36 | |
Oh, yes? | 0:26:36 | 0:26:38 | |
He says it's peace with honour. Peace in our time. | 0:26:38 | 0:26:41 | |
Think goodness for that. Don't you want that bit of toast, Ernest? | 0:26:41 | 0:26:44 | |
Nah. No, thanks, dear. | 0:26:44 | 0:26:47 | |
Evening Standard! | 0:26:53 | 0:26:55 | |
Ta, Ern. | 0:26:57 | 0:26:59 | |
You there, Ette? | 0:27:03 | 0:27:04 | |
In here! | 0:27:04 | 0:27:06 | |
Hitler's marched into Prague now. | 0:27:06 | 0:27:08 | |
He'll be coming down our road soon. | 0:27:08 | 0:27:10 | |
Adolf Hitler? In Wimbledon Park? | 0:27:10 | 0:27:13 | |
It says here the government is going to spend £200,000 | 0:27:13 | 0:27:17 | |
on air-raid shelters. | 0:27:17 | 0:27:19 | |
We'd better get ourselves ready. | 0:27:19 | 0:27:20 | |
Oh, not on the table, Ernest! | 0:27:20 | 0:27:23 | |
GRUNTING | 0:27:23 | 0:27:25 | |
It's going to be very stuffy with all this blackout up, Ernest. | 0:27:25 | 0:27:29 | |
Not half as stuffy as a gas-proof room would be. | 0:27:29 | 0:27:32 | |
Poisoned gas?! | 0:27:32 | 0:27:34 | |
Oh, I hadn't thought of that! | 0:27:34 | 0:27:35 | |
You have to bung up the chimney, | 0:27:35 | 0:27:37 | |
tape over the cracks around the doors and windows, | 0:27:37 | 0:27:39 | |
put wet newspapers in between the floorboards. | 0:27:39 | 0:27:42 | |
It's a right old barney. RAYMOND GIGGLES | 0:27:42 | 0:27:44 | |
Rarr! | 0:27:44 | 0:27:45 | |
-RAYMOND GIGGLES -Oh, Raymond! Behave. | 0:27:45 | 0:27:47 | |
This isn't a game, you know? | 0:27:47 | 0:27:50 | |
# Underneath the spreading chestnut tree... | 0:27:50 | 0:27:53 | |
-BOTH: -# Mr Chamberlain and said to me | 0:27:53 | 0:27:56 | |
# If you want your gas masks fitted free | 0:27:56 | 0:27:59 | |
# Join the blinking ARP. # | 0:27:59 | 0:28:03 | |
RAYMOND LAUGHS | 0:28:03 | 0:28:04 | |
"Read this booklet until you know by heart what it contains." | 0:28:06 | 0:28:09 | |
Oh, I wish I had a proper gas mask carrier. | 0:28:09 | 0:28:12 | |
Not a soppy old cardboard box and string. It's not fair! | 0:28:12 | 0:28:16 | |
-CRASHING -Oh, dear. | 0:28:16 | 0:28:18 | |
Ernest! Ernest, can you hear me? | 0:28:18 | 0:28:21 | |
-No! -I can! | 0:28:21 | 0:28:23 | |
Be quiet, son. RAYMOND GIGGLES | 0:28:23 | 0:28:25 | |
Can you beat it? IRA bombs in London, Manchester and Birmingham. | 0:28:27 | 0:28:31 | |
When will it end? | 0:28:31 | 0:28:32 | |
Oh, those Irish, they're just like the blessed Arabs and Jews. | 0:28:32 | 0:28:36 | |
-Always at it. -Yes, and don't forget the Serbs and Croats. | 0:28:36 | 0:28:39 | |
They're just as bad. Then there's the Hindus and the Muslims. | 0:28:39 | 0:28:43 | |
Why can't they all just be like us and live in peace? | 0:28:43 | 0:28:47 | |
-RADIO: -'We interrupt this broadcast with an announcement from | 0:28:49 | 0:28:51 | |
'the Prime Minister in London.' | 0:28:51 | 0:28:54 | |
'I am speaking to you from the Cabinet Room | 0:28:56 | 0:28:59 | |
'of 10 Downing Street...' | 0:28:59 | 0:29:01 | |
# Underneath the spreading chestnut tree... # | 0:29:01 | 0:29:03 | |
-Shush! It's the Prime Minister. -# Mr Chamberlin said to me... # | 0:29:03 | 0:29:06 | |
Shush, dear! | 0:29:06 | 0:29:08 | |
'..handed the German government a final note, | 0:29:08 | 0:29:11 | |
'stating that unless we heard from them by 11 o'clock | 0:29:11 | 0:29:16 | |
'that they were prepared at once to withdraw | 0:29:16 | 0:29:19 | |
'their troops from Poland, | 0:29:19 | 0:29:22 | |
'a state of war would exist between us. | 0:29:22 | 0:29:25 | |
'I have to tell you now | 0:29:27 | 0:29:28 | |
'that no such undertaking has been received... | 0:29:28 | 0:29:32 | |
'..and that, consequently, this country is at war with Germany.' | 0:29:33 | 0:29:39 | |
ERNEST SWITCHES OFF RADIO | 0:29:39 | 0:29:40 | |
Blimey, duck. | 0:29:41 | 0:29:44 | |
This is it. | 0:29:44 | 0:29:45 | |
-SHE WHIMPERS -Mum? | 0:29:45 | 0:29:48 | |
AIR-RAID SIREN BLARES | 0:29:51 | 0:29:54 | |
AIR-RAID SIREN CONTINUES | 0:30:00 | 0:30:04 | |
-RADIO: -'The government announced today | 0:30:18 | 0:30:20 | |
'that one and a half million children are to be evacuated. | 0:30:20 | 0:30:23 | |
'Children living in big cities and towns...' | 0:30:23 | 0:30:25 | |
-No! -'..are to be moved temporarily from their homes...' | 0:30:25 | 0:30:27 | |
-No, they're not taking ours away. -Course they are. | 0:30:27 | 0:30:30 | |
No, they're not. Over my dead body! | 0:30:30 | 0:30:34 | |
-It'll be over HIS dead body, then. Is that what you want? -Oh... | 0:30:34 | 0:30:37 | |
Oh, Ernest! | 0:30:37 | 0:30:38 | |
Well, that's exactly what will happen. He's got to go. | 0:30:38 | 0:30:40 | |
ETHEL SOBS | 0:30:40 | 0:30:42 | |
Oh, sorry, darling. Come on. | 0:30:42 | 0:30:46 | |
-Don't cry. -My little baby... | 0:30:46 | 0:30:49 | |
-Don't cry, love. -My baby... | 0:30:49 | 0:30:52 | |
I know... | 0:30:52 | 0:30:53 | |
STEAM HISSES TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS | 0:30:55 | 0:30:58 | |
INDISTINCT TANNOY ANNOUNCEMENT | 0:31:03 | 0:31:05 | |
DOG BARKS | 0:31:05 | 0:31:07 | |
HUBBUB | 0:31:07 | 0:31:09 | |
TRAIN WHISTLE IN BACKGROUND | 0:31:11 | 0:31:13 | |
You be a good boy now, Raymond. | 0:31:16 | 0:31:18 | |
Come on, then. | 0:31:20 | 0:31:22 | |
Up you go, son. That's it. | 0:31:22 | 0:31:24 | |
RAYMOND GRUNTS | 0:31:24 | 0:31:26 | |
Bye, son. | 0:31:26 | 0:31:28 | |
-We'll send you some things in the post. -Stand clear now! | 0:31:28 | 0:31:32 | |
I know, I know... | 0:31:32 | 0:31:34 | |
GUARD BLOWS WHISTLE | 0:31:34 | 0:31:35 | |
TRAIN WHISTLE | 0:31:35 | 0:31:38 | |
Bye, darling. Bye... | 0:31:46 | 0:31:49 | |
Bye, son. | 0:31:49 | 0:31:51 | |
He's gone! | 0:32:03 | 0:32:05 | |
-He's gone... -Don't cry, darling. | 0:32:05 | 0:32:09 | |
He'll be safe down the country. | 0:32:09 | 0:32:11 | |
He's only five! | 0:32:13 | 0:32:15 | |
ETHEL SOBS | 0:32:16 | 0:32:18 | |
DISTANT TRAIN WHISTLE | 0:32:25 | 0:32:27 | |
Ernest! | 0:32:39 | 0:32:41 | |
Ernest, it must be from Raymond. | 0:32:41 | 0:32:43 | |
Yes! Yes! | 0:32:43 | 0:32:45 | |
"Dear Mum and Dad, Aunty Flo and Aunty Betty are very nice ladies." | 0:32:45 | 0:32:51 | |
Look, he's done some drawings, too. | 0:32:51 | 0:32:55 | |
"I sleep on a camp bed in Aunty Flo's bedroom." | 0:32:55 | 0:32:59 | |
Aw, poor little mite. | 0:32:59 | 0:33:01 | |
"I get the milk in a can. It is not in bottles because it is cows." | 0:33:01 | 0:33:06 | |
Milk not in bottles? Blimey. | 0:33:06 | 0:33:08 | |
"I rode on a carthorse's back when we got the hay. | 0:33:08 | 0:33:12 | |
"I nearly did the splits. | 0:33:12 | 0:33:14 | |
"Yours sincerely, Raymond." | 0:33:14 | 0:33:16 | |
"Yours sincerely"! | 0:33:16 | 0:33:18 | |
THEY LAUGH | 0:33:18 | 0:33:20 | |
MUSIC PLAYS | 0:33:20 | 0:33:22 | |
ERNEST WHEEZES | 0:33:23 | 0:33:25 | |
# There's a place for your hat... # | 0:33:25 | 0:33:27 | |
Mind my antirrhinums, Ernest. | 0:33:27 | 0:33:29 | |
ERNEST GRUNTS | 0:33:29 | 0:33:31 | |
I hope you know what you're doing. | 0:33:31 | 0:33:33 | |
Eh? Course, duck. You just wait. | 0:33:33 | 0:33:36 | |
# I've got the deepest shelter in town... # | 0:33:36 | 0:33:39 | |
That's it. All done. | 0:33:39 | 0:33:42 | |
Is that it? Finished? | 0:33:42 | 0:33:45 | |
Is it really bombproof? | 0:33:45 | 0:33:47 | |
You'll have to wait and see. | 0:33:47 | 0:33:49 | |
# And I've got central heat | 0:33:49 | 0:33:51 | |
# But to make it complete... # | 0:33:51 | 0:33:53 | |
CAT MEOWS | 0:33:53 | 0:33:54 | |
Russia's invaded Finland now. | 0:33:58 | 0:34:01 | |
I thought they'd invaded Poland. | 0:34:01 | 0:34:03 | |
-Yes, they have. -But you said Germany's invaded Poland. | 0:34:03 | 0:34:07 | |
-Yes, that's right. -Well, who was it invaded Czechoslovakia? -Germany. | 0:34:07 | 0:34:12 | |
Germany's always invading someone. | 0:34:12 | 0:34:15 | |
-I expect they'll invade Russia one day. -Cor blimey! Not likely. | 0:34:15 | 0:34:19 | |
-They're in league. -Or Russia will invade Germany. -Oh, don't be daft. | 0:34:19 | 0:34:23 | |
Well, if they all keep invading one another, | 0:34:23 | 0:34:26 | |
we'll end up invading someone. | 0:34:26 | 0:34:27 | |
Oh, Ette, you just don't understand politics. | 0:34:27 | 0:34:31 | |
D'oh! Now look. | 0:34:33 | 0:34:34 | |
Blessed shelter! | 0:34:34 | 0:34:36 | |
BIRDSONG | 0:34:38 | 0:34:39 | |
Do you think they ever will come down our road, Ernest? | 0:34:42 | 0:34:45 | |
I expect it will be OK. | 0:34:45 | 0:34:47 | |
They say Hitler's assured Holland and Belgium of his friendship. | 0:34:47 | 0:34:51 | |
Oh, that's nice. | 0:34:51 | 0:34:53 | |
What do you think? It's all right, eh? | 0:34:55 | 0:34:57 | |
I thought firemen had those nice brass helmets with curly tops. | 0:34:57 | 0:35:00 | |
No, blokes have been getting electrocuted in those. | 0:35:00 | 0:35:04 | |
At last! | 0:35:04 | 0:35:05 | |
Churchill's taken over. | 0:35:05 | 0:35:07 | |
-"Blood, toil, tears and sweat." -Ernest! | 0:35:07 | 0:35:11 | |
-Don't. Disgusting. -It's your gentry talking. His words, not mine. | 0:35:11 | 0:35:15 | |
Yes, but he was talking to the common people. | 0:35:15 | 0:35:18 | |
He wouldn't use words like that in his own home. | 0:35:18 | 0:35:21 | |
HE SIGHS | 0:35:22 | 0:35:23 | |
-CHURCHILL: -'What General Weygand has called the Battle of France is over. | 0:35:23 | 0:35:28 | |
'The Battle of Britain is about to begin.' | 0:35:29 | 0:35:32 | |
'Upon this battle depends' | 0:35:32 | 0:35:34 | |
the survival of Christian civilisation. | 0:35:34 | 0:35:38 | |
But the whole fury and might of the enemy | 0:35:38 | 0:35:41 | |
'must very soon be turned on us. | 0:35:41 | 0:35:44 | |
'Hitler knows that he will have to break us in this island | 0:35:45 | 0:35:49 | |
'or lose the war.' | 0:35:49 | 0:35:51 | |
AIR-RAID SIREN | 0:35:51 | 0:35:53 | |
'If we can stand up to him, | 0:35:53 | 0:35:55 | |
'all Europe may be free, and the life of the world | 0:35:55 | 0:35:59 | |
'may move forward into broad sunlit uplands. | 0:35:59 | 0:36:04 | |
'But if we fail, | 0:36:06 | 0:36:08 | |
'then the whole world, including the United States, | 0:36:08 | 0:36:13 | |
'will sink into the abyss of a new dark age.' | 0:36:13 | 0:36:17 | |
MORSE-CODE RECEIVERS BEEP | 0:36:18 | 0:36:20 | |
'Let us therefore brace ourselves to our duties, | 0:36:20 | 0:36:23 | |
'and so bear ourselves that if the British Empire and its Commonwealth | 0:36:23 | 0:36:29 | |
'last for 1,000 years, | 0:36:29 | 0:36:32 | |
'men will still say... | 0:36:32 | 0:36:34 | |
'..this was their finest hour.' | 0:36:35 | 0:36:38 | |
"Broad, sunlit uplands." | 0:36:43 | 0:36:47 | |
Good old Winston! Our finest hour! | 0:36:47 | 0:36:50 | |
MUSIC: We'll Meet Again by Ross Parker and Hughie Charles | 0:36:50 | 0:36:54 | |
They're starting to take away our nice gate and railings. | 0:37:00 | 0:37:04 | |
-I'll make a wooden gate. -Oh, it's a shame. | 0:37:04 | 0:37:07 | |
They want saucepans too. | 0:37:07 | 0:37:09 | |
They make 'em into Spitfires. | 0:37:09 | 0:37:11 | |
Funny to think of our front gate being a Spitfire. | 0:37:11 | 0:37:15 | |
ENGINES START UP | 0:37:19 | 0:37:22 | |
DRAMATIC MUSIC | 0:37:32 | 0:37:34 | |
BOMBS WHISTLE | 0:37:47 | 0:37:51 | |
EXPLOSIONS | 0:37:51 | 0:37:54 | |
AIR-RAID SIREN | 0:37:54 | 0:37:57 | |
INDISTINCT SHOUTING | 0:38:03 | 0:38:06 | |
EXPLOSION | 0:38:06 | 0:38:08 | |
Front door's halfway up the stairs. | 0:38:19 | 0:38:22 | |
It's spoiled my loose covers. | 0:38:24 | 0:38:26 | |
AMBULANCE BELL RINGS | 0:38:26 | 0:38:28 | |
Could've been worse, Ette. | 0:38:28 | 0:38:30 | |
We got off light. | 0:38:30 | 0:38:32 | |
I'm glad Raymond was well clear of all this. | 0:38:32 | 0:38:35 | |
Perhaps when we've got this mess cleared up | 0:38:35 | 0:38:37 | |
we could take a trip down to Dorset and give him a visit. | 0:38:37 | 0:38:40 | |
HORSES' HOOVES CLOPPING | 0:38:43 | 0:38:45 | |
Mum! Dad! Look at me! | 0:38:46 | 0:38:49 | |
Look! | 0:38:49 | 0:38:50 | |
Raymond, be careful, dear. | 0:38:50 | 0:38:52 | |
No need to worry about him, Ethel. He's got quite used to things now. | 0:38:52 | 0:38:57 | |
PIGS GRUNT | 0:38:59 | 0:39:01 | |
Oh! Lovely country smells, eh, boysie? | 0:39:02 | 0:39:05 | |
-Are the pigs like that because of the blackout? -Oh, Ette. | 0:39:07 | 0:39:12 | |
-PIG GRUNTS -Ooh! | 0:39:12 | 0:39:14 | |
RAYMOND LAUGHS | 0:39:14 | 0:39:15 | |
Come along, Raymond. We've seen the pigs. | 0:39:15 | 0:39:17 | |
ERNEST LAUGHS | 0:39:17 | 0:39:19 | |
SHEEP BLEAT | 0:39:19 | 0:39:20 | |
He's fitted into the school very well, hasn't he, Flo? | 0:39:20 | 0:39:24 | |
-It's as if he's always been here. -Oh, good... | 0:39:24 | 0:39:28 | |
Mum, the boys at school all have boots. | 0:39:28 | 0:39:32 | |
They're common boys, Ethel, from Lambeth and Bermondsey. | 0:39:32 | 0:39:36 | |
Can I have boots? | 0:39:36 | 0:39:37 | |
Certainly not, Raymond. | 0:39:37 | 0:39:39 | |
Oh... | 0:39:39 | 0:39:41 | |
I've always dreamed of a cottage in the country. | 0:39:44 | 0:39:47 | |
Down here it's hard to believe there's a war on. | 0:39:47 | 0:39:50 | |
Come on, piggies. | 0:39:50 | 0:39:52 | |
BIRDSONG | 0:39:52 | 0:39:54 | |
HAMMERING ERNEST GRUNTS | 0:39:58 | 0:40:01 | |
That Mr Morrison and his soppy shelter's | 0:40:01 | 0:40:04 | |
ruined my nice dining room. | 0:40:04 | 0:40:06 | |
Government precautions, dear. | 0:40:06 | 0:40:08 | |
Still, at least we won't have to go out into the cold. | 0:40:08 | 0:40:10 | |
-ETHEL LAUGHS -You look like you're in the zoo. | 0:40:10 | 0:40:13 | |
I'll paint it brown to tone in with the furniture. | 0:40:13 | 0:40:16 | |
A nice pastel brown, Ernest. | 0:40:16 | 0:40:18 | |
CLOCK TICKS QUIETLY | 0:40:21 | 0:40:23 | |
Blimey. | 0:40:23 | 0:40:25 | |
What? | 0:40:25 | 0:40:26 | |
Germany's invaded Russia! | 0:40:26 | 0:40:28 | |
I wish I'd betted you sixpence. | 0:40:29 | 0:40:31 | |
AIR-RAID SIREN Oh! | 0:40:31 | 0:40:34 | |
Night, dear. | 0:40:34 | 0:40:36 | |
Night. | 0:40:36 | 0:40:37 | |
AIR-RAID SIREN CONTINUES | 0:40:37 | 0:40:39 | |
UPBEAT MUSIC | 0:40:40 | 0:40:42 | |
# Singing in the bath tub | 0:40:42 | 0:40:44 | |
# Happy once again... # | 0:40:44 | 0:40:47 | |
Ernest, what on earth are you doing with that ruler? | 0:40:47 | 0:40:50 | |
Marking five inches. You're only allowed five inches of water. | 0:40:50 | 0:40:55 | |
But if you were fat, it'd be higher up. | 0:40:55 | 0:40:59 | |
Yeah, well, the King's done it at Buckingham Palace. | 0:40:59 | 0:41:02 | |
It's not fair, fat people getting a deeper bath. | 0:41:02 | 0:41:06 | |
They say you're supposed to share the bath too, darling. | 0:41:06 | 0:41:09 | |
Disgusting! | 0:41:09 | 0:41:10 | |
-We share ours. -But not at the same time. | 0:41:10 | 0:41:13 | |
ERNEST LAUGHS | 0:41:15 | 0:41:16 | |
DRAMATIC MUSIC | 0:41:18 | 0:41:20 | |
AIR-RAID SIREN | 0:41:25 | 0:41:28 | |
FIRE ENGINE BELL RINGS | 0:41:28 | 0:41:30 | |
Over here! Go on, go on! | 0:41:30 | 0:41:32 | |
Jerry's got a direct hit. | 0:41:32 | 0:41:34 | |
Those buildings are going to topple! | 0:41:34 | 0:41:36 | |
-Is there anyone in 'em? -Don't know. Hope to God not! | 0:41:36 | 0:41:40 | |
-Ted! -Over here, Ern! On the left. That! | 0:41:40 | 0:41:43 | |
-Go on, left window. -Come on! | 0:41:43 | 0:41:46 | |
Left. | 0:41:46 | 0:41:47 | |
ROARING | 0:41:47 | 0:41:49 | |
GLASS SMASHES MEN SCREAM | 0:41:49 | 0:41:52 | |
Watch out! | 0:41:52 | 0:41:53 | |
DISTANT AMBULANCE BELL | 0:42:01 | 0:42:04 | |
DOOR UNLOCKS AND OPENS | 0:42:10 | 0:42:12 | |
DOOR CLOSES | 0:42:13 | 0:42:14 | |
FOOTSTEPS | 0:42:14 | 0:42:17 | |
Oh, at last. | 0:42:17 | 0:42:19 | |
Are you all right? | 0:42:21 | 0:42:22 | |
Tired. | 0:42:24 | 0:42:25 | |
Been in the docks. | 0:42:27 | 0:42:29 | |
14 hours. | 0:42:30 | 0:42:32 | |
Here. Let me get your boots off. | 0:42:32 | 0:42:35 | |
-There. -Loads of dead. | 0:42:37 | 0:42:38 | |
Little kiddie. | 0:42:39 | 0:42:41 | |
All in bits. | 0:42:42 | 0:42:44 | |
I had to... | 0:42:45 | 0:42:46 | |
HE SOBS | 0:42:48 | 0:42:50 | |
There, there. | 0:42:50 | 0:42:52 | |
Have a good cry. | 0:42:52 | 0:42:54 | |
HE SOBS | 0:42:54 | 0:42:55 | |
-CHOIRBOY: -# The holly bears a prickle | 0:42:58 | 0:43:02 | |
# As sharp as any thorn... # | 0:43:02 | 0:43:05 | |
Cor! This Beveridge report! Sickness pay, unemployment pay, | 0:43:05 | 0:43:11 | |
old age pensions, kiddies' welfare, | 0:43:11 | 0:43:14 | |
free medicines, free hospitals. | 0:43:14 | 0:43:16 | |
Don't read, Ernest. Help! | 0:43:16 | 0:43:19 | |
Social security from the cradle to the grave. | 0:43:19 | 0:43:22 | |
The welfare state. | 0:43:22 | 0:43:24 | |
It's what the workers have always fought for. We've won! | 0:43:24 | 0:43:28 | |
-It'll have to be paid for. -Course it will. | 0:43:28 | 0:43:30 | |
We'll all chip in, that's the whole idea. | 0:43:30 | 0:43:33 | |
You can't chip in if you're out of work, or off sick, or on a pension. | 0:43:33 | 0:43:37 | |
No, well... | 0:43:37 | 0:43:39 | |
Course not. It's all got to be worked out. | 0:43:39 | 0:43:41 | |
It's economics, see? Economics will see to it. | 0:43:41 | 0:43:45 | |
There. | 0:43:45 | 0:43:47 | |
All done. | 0:43:47 | 0:43:49 | |
# The holly bears a prickle... # | 0:43:49 | 0:43:52 | |
Oh, Ernest. | 0:43:52 | 0:43:54 | |
I know. I know. | 0:43:54 | 0:43:56 | |
# And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ | 0:43:56 | 0:44:00 | |
# On Christmas Day in the morn... # | 0:44:00 | 0:44:03 | |
-Aunty Flo. -Yes, dear? | 0:44:06 | 0:44:09 | |
Mm... I wish I could sleep in my own bed again. | 0:44:09 | 0:44:12 | |
-Course you do, dear. -That Mr Hitler's on the run now, Raymond. | 0:44:12 | 0:44:16 | |
I'm sure you'll be back in London soon enough. | 0:44:16 | 0:44:19 | |
There. All done. | 0:44:21 | 0:44:23 | |
DOOR CLOSES | 0:44:26 | 0:44:28 | |
You there?! | 0:44:28 | 0:44:30 | |
-What's up, Ette? -Dearest, I've been promoted. | 0:44:30 | 0:44:34 | |
-Clerk, grade B3. -Cor! | 0:44:34 | 0:44:36 | |
No more packing parcels in that rotten freezing warehouse? | 0:44:36 | 0:44:40 | |
No, I'm going to work in an office. | 0:44:40 | 0:44:42 | |
THEY LAUGH | 0:44:42 | 0:44:44 | |
And that's not all, Ette. | 0:44:44 | 0:44:45 | |
Look, a letter from our boy. | 0:44:45 | 0:44:48 | |
They reckon he can come home now. | 0:44:48 | 0:44:50 | |
Oh! Oh, Ernest! | 0:44:50 | 0:44:53 | |
RAYMOND STRAINS AND LAUGHS | 0:44:57 | 0:44:59 | |
That's it, son. | 0:45:00 | 0:45:02 | |
# Dig, dig, dig Feel your muscles getting big | 0:45:02 | 0:45:05 | |
# Keep on pushing in the spade | 0:45:05 | 0:45:08 | |
# The turnip tops The potatoes and the carrots | 0:45:08 | 0:45:11 | |
# Cannot sprout without your aid | 0:45:11 | 0:45:15 | |
BOTH: # Don't mind the worms | 0:45:15 | 0:45:17 | |
# Just ignore the squirms | 0:45:17 | 0:45:19 | |
# When your back aches Laugh with glee! | 0:45:19 | 0:45:22 | |
# And keep on digging till we give our foes a wigging | 0:45:22 | 0:45:25 | |
# Dig, dig, dig to victory! # | 0:45:25 | 0:45:28 | |
RAYMOND CHEERS | 0:45:28 | 0:45:30 | |
-Cup of tea, boysie? -Thanks, Dad. | 0:45:30 | 0:45:33 | |
That country air has got you fit. | 0:45:33 | 0:45:35 | |
DISTANT RUMBLING | 0:45:37 | 0:45:40 | |
-Dad? -RUMBLING GETS LOUDER | 0:45:41 | 0:45:44 | |
Come on, son! | 0:45:44 | 0:45:45 | |
-Down the shelter! Run! -Take cover! | 0:45:45 | 0:45:48 | |
Doodlebug! | 0:45:50 | 0:45:52 | |
Get down, son! Get down! | 0:45:53 | 0:45:55 | |
RUMBLING STOPS | 0:45:59 | 0:46:01 | |
Engine's cut out. | 0:46:01 | 0:46:02 | |
Christ, it's coming down! | 0:46:02 | 0:46:04 | |
EXPLOSION | 0:46:08 | 0:46:11 | |
Cor. That was close. | 0:46:15 | 0:46:18 | |
-I didn't know they were bright blue underneath, Dad. -Come on, son. | 0:46:18 | 0:46:22 | |
Shelter. Before any more of the blighters come over. | 0:46:22 | 0:46:25 | |
AMBULANCE BELL | 0:46:25 | 0:46:26 | |
We'd better get you back down the country tomorrow. | 0:46:26 | 0:46:29 | |
FAINT RUMBLING | 0:46:29 | 0:46:31 | |
EXPLOSION | 0:46:34 | 0:46:35 | |
EXPLOSION | 0:46:39 | 0:46:41 | |
ETHEL SHUDDERS | 0:46:41 | 0:46:42 | |
Crikey, dear. Sounds like a lot got through tonight. | 0:46:44 | 0:46:48 | |
RUMBLING STOPS | 0:46:49 | 0:46:52 | |
I can't hear anything. | 0:46:52 | 0:46:54 | |
Hold tight, duck. | 0:46:54 | 0:46:56 | |
GLASS SMASHES ETHEL SCREAMS | 0:46:58 | 0:47:02 | |
BIRDSONG | 0:47:05 | 0:47:07 | |
Some shelter! Full of glass. | 0:47:09 | 0:47:12 | |
Morrison shelters! That Mr Morrison must be a proper twerp. | 0:47:12 | 0:47:16 | |
Good job the boy wasn't in it. | 0:47:16 | 0:47:19 | |
He's only been gone two days. | 0:47:19 | 0:47:21 | |
The old Dorothy Perkins is still in bloom. | 0:47:24 | 0:47:27 | |
She survived. | 0:47:27 | 0:47:29 | |
Pity he didn't take his teddy with him. | 0:47:29 | 0:47:31 | |
ETHEL GASPS | 0:47:31 | 0:47:32 | |
Oh, Ernest. | 0:47:32 | 0:47:34 | |
How much more of this is there going to be? | 0:47:34 | 0:47:37 | |
PIANO MUSIC CHEERING | 0:47:39 | 0:47:41 | |
CHATTER AND LAUGHTER | 0:47:43 | 0:47:45 | |
CHEERING AND LAUGHTER | 0:47:52 | 0:47:54 | |
-Ernest? -What? -Careful, that's your second glass of beer. | 0:47:57 | 0:48:02 | |
-Victory in Europe, Ette! -Yeah! -CHEERING | 0:48:02 | 0:48:06 | |
MUSIC: The Lambeth Walk by Douglas Furber and L Arthur Rose | 0:48:06 | 0:48:10 | |
-# Any time you're Lambeth way... # -Look! Look at Dad! | 0:48:10 | 0:48:12 | |
# Any evening, any day | 0:48:12 | 0:48:15 | |
# You'll find us all | 0:48:15 | 0:48:17 | |
# Doing the Lambeth walk, oi! | 0:48:17 | 0:48:20 | |
# Every little Lambeth gal | 0:48:20 | 0:48:22 | |
# With her little Lambeth pal | 0:48:22 | 0:48:24 | |
# You'll find 'em all | 0:48:24 | 0:48:27 | |
# Doing the Lambeth walk, oi! | 0:48:27 | 0:48:29 | |
# Everything's free and easy | 0:48:29 | 0:48:31 | |
# Do as you darn well pleasey | 0:48:31 | 0:48:33 | |
# Why don't you make your way there? Go there, stay there! # | 0:48:33 | 0:48:38 | |
Come on, Arthur! It's VE Day! | 0:48:38 | 0:48:42 | |
Cheer up. You look like a dog that's lost its tail! | 0:48:42 | 0:48:45 | |
I lost my boy. | 0:48:45 | 0:48:47 | |
Oh, yeah... | 0:48:47 | 0:48:49 | |
I'm sorry, mate. | 0:48:50 | 0:48:52 | |
I'm sorry, I forgot. | 0:48:53 | 0:48:55 | |
Sorry. | 0:48:55 | 0:48:57 | |
PIANO MUSIC LAUGHTER | 0:48:57 | 0:48:59 | |
# When you come to the end | 0:49:14 | 0:49:19 | |
# Of a perfect day... # | 0:49:19 | 0:49:22 | |
Cor. Just think, there'll never be another war. | 0:49:22 | 0:49:26 | |
Jessie's Bob is still fighting the Japs, don't forget. | 0:49:26 | 0:49:30 | |
And you can knock this thing down... | 0:49:30 | 0:49:34 | |
CLANKING | 0:49:34 | 0:49:35 | |
..when I finish tidying it. | 0:49:35 | 0:49:37 | |
# ..or the joy that the day has brought... # | 0:49:39 | 0:49:44 | |
BIRDSONG | 0:49:44 | 0:49:46 | |
Look. It's come up. | 0:49:49 | 0:49:51 | |
-What's that, son? -A pear tree. | 0:49:51 | 0:49:53 | |
Aunty Flo gave me the pips from a pear we ate. | 0:49:53 | 0:49:55 | |
Better not get too big - it will block out all the light. | 0:49:55 | 0:49:58 | |
Don't discourage the boy, Ernest. | 0:49:58 | 0:50:00 | |
I like a nice pear. | 0:50:00 | 0:50:02 | |
DRAMATIC NEWSREEL MUSIC | 0:50:04 | 0:50:06 | |
Darling! | 0:50:09 | 0:50:10 | |
Labour's won! | 0:50:10 | 0:50:12 | |
We're in! HE LAUGHS | 0:50:12 | 0:50:14 | |
Such a shame for poor Mr Churchill. | 0:50:14 | 0:50:16 | |
The working man will be all right now. At last! | 0:50:16 | 0:50:20 | |
He saved our bacon in the war. | 0:50:20 | 0:50:22 | |
-Bloody marvellous! -Ernest! | 0:50:22 | 0:50:24 | |
Mr Churchill never swears. He's a gentleman. | 0:50:24 | 0:50:28 | |
-I'm Labour, Mum. -Shush, dear. | 0:50:29 | 0:50:31 | |
-RADIO: -'It is now estimated | 0:50:33 | 0:50:34 | |
'that casualties from the atomic bomb | 0:50:34 | 0:50:37 | |
'dropped on the city of Hiroshima could exceed 100,000 dead.' | 0:50:37 | 0:50:40 | |
100,000 dead from one bomb! | 0:50:40 | 0:50:43 | |
Well, at least it'll put paid to wars. | 0:50:43 | 0:50:47 | |
-Eh? Why? -Well, you can't fight a war with bombs like that. | 0:50:47 | 0:50:51 | |
-Why not? -Everyone'd be dead the first day. | 0:50:51 | 0:50:55 | |
Mm. | 0:50:55 | 0:50:56 | |
Oh! | 0:51:07 | 0:51:09 | |
He's passed the scholarship! | 0:51:09 | 0:51:12 | |
He's going to the grammar school! | 0:51:12 | 0:51:15 | |
Hmm. I hope he won't get too posh for us. | 0:51:15 | 0:51:18 | |
Oh, Ernest. | 0:51:18 | 0:51:20 | |
RAYMOND STRAINS | 0:51:25 | 0:51:27 | |
And there. There we are. Now turn around, sonny. Show Mummy. | 0:51:29 | 0:51:33 | |
Oh, Raymond! | 0:51:33 | 0:51:35 | |
You do look smart. | 0:51:35 | 0:51:38 | |
Oh, wait a minute. | 0:51:38 | 0:51:40 | |
Can't have a dirty face, can we? | 0:51:42 | 0:51:45 | |
Not at the grammar school. | 0:51:45 | 0:51:47 | |
Quite so, madam. | 0:51:47 | 0:51:49 | |
-Languages, eh? -Oh, yes. | 0:51:49 | 0:51:51 | |
He has to do French and Latin. And maths. | 0:51:51 | 0:51:55 | |
Oh, like arithmetic? | 0:51:55 | 0:51:56 | |
No, not just arithmetic. Um, it's called alge... | 0:51:56 | 0:52:00 | |
Um, alge-bra. | 0:52:00 | 0:52:04 | |
Oh. And sport? | 0:52:04 | 0:52:06 | |
-Does he do his football? -Oh, no. They play rugger. | 0:52:06 | 0:52:11 | |
Ethel! | 0:52:11 | 0:52:12 | |
Oh, sorry, must go. | 0:52:12 | 0:52:14 | |
-You shouldn't go on about it to Mrs Bennet, dear. -Why not? | 0:52:16 | 0:52:20 | |
Well, her boy didn't get in anywhere. He's a bricklayer now. | 0:52:20 | 0:52:23 | |
-I don't see why I shouldn't be proud of my own son. -Yeah? Well, OK. | 0:52:23 | 0:52:28 | |
UPBEAT MUSIC | 0:52:30 | 0:52:33 | |
-Hey, hey! -Mum! Look! | 0:52:38 | 0:52:41 | |
-What do you reckon? -Smashing, Dad! | 0:52:44 | 0:52:47 | |
-It's electric, son. -I hope you can keep control of it, Ernest. | 0:52:47 | 0:52:51 | |
-Can I have a go on it? -Just you keep away from it. -Oh... -It's dangerous. | 0:52:51 | 0:52:55 | |
ERNEST LAUGHS See you later. | 0:52:55 | 0:52:57 | |
Bye! | 0:53:01 | 0:53:03 | |
ERNEST WHISTLES | 0:53:07 | 0:53:08 | |
DOG BARKS IN BACKGROUND | 0:53:08 | 0:53:10 | |
Hello, Ern. | 0:53:12 | 0:53:14 | |
Hello, Alf. | 0:53:14 | 0:53:15 | |
Ta. | 0:53:17 | 0:53:18 | |
-How goes it, then? -Oh, not good. | 0:53:18 | 0:53:20 | |
My old lady, she's getting a bit much. | 0:53:20 | 0:53:23 | |
Oh? | 0:53:23 | 0:53:25 | |
-Rows, you mean? Money? -No, no, no. You know... | 0:53:26 | 0:53:30 | |
The other. | 0:53:30 | 0:53:31 | |
-Mm? -It's the change. | 0:53:31 | 0:53:34 | |
She's on the change. | 0:53:34 | 0:53:36 | |
Too demanding. Do you know what I mean? | 0:53:36 | 0:53:39 | |
I can't cope. It's too much for me. | 0:53:39 | 0:53:41 | |
So...if you ever fancy, you know... | 0:53:41 | 0:53:45 | |
-You'd be doing me a favour. -Eh? | 0:53:47 | 0:53:50 | |
What? You mean, er...? | 0:53:50 | 0:53:52 | |
I'll be out next Saturday, football. | 0:53:52 | 0:53:54 | |
Fulham's at home. So... | 0:53:54 | 0:53:55 | |
You mean, you...? | 0:53:55 | 0:53:57 | |
Yeah, like I say, you'd be doing me a favour. | 0:53:59 | 0:54:02 | |
Ah, blimey, no. No, mate. No, I couldn't. Sorry, no. | 0:54:04 | 0:54:08 | |
I've got a barrow to push. | 0:54:08 | 0:54:10 | |
Er, no hard feelings. | 0:54:10 | 0:54:12 | |
Nor me neither. | 0:54:12 | 0:54:14 | |
Ta-da, Alf. | 0:54:15 | 0:54:17 | |
-See you, Ern. -Alf! | 0:54:17 | 0:54:19 | |
MUSIC: The Laughing Policeman by Charles Jolly | 0:54:19 | 0:54:22 | |
# I know a fat old policeman | 0:54:25 | 0:54:27 | |
# He's always on our street | 0:54:27 | 0:54:29 | |
# A fat and jolly red-faced man | 0:54:29 | 0:54:31 | |
# He really is a treat | 0:54:31 | 0:54:32 | |
# He's too kind for a policeman | 0:54:32 | 0:54:34 | |
# He's never known to frown | 0:54:34 | 0:54:36 | |
# And everybody says he is the happiest man in town | 0:54:36 | 0:54:39 | |
# Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha | 0:54:39 | 0:54:43 | |
# Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha | 0:54:43 | 0:54:46 | |
# Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha | 0:54:46 | 0:54:50 | |
# Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha... # | 0:54:50 | 0:54:54 | |
-Mrs Briggs? -Yes. | 0:54:54 | 0:54:56 | |
Detective Sergeant Burnley, CID. | 0:54:56 | 0:54:59 | |
Oh, no. Whatever is...? | 0:54:59 | 0:55:01 | |
Your son was apprehended breaking and entering the golf club | 0:55:01 | 0:55:04 | |
and stealing valuable billiard cues. | 0:55:04 | 0:55:07 | |
-No! -He's lucky. | 0:55:07 | 0:55:08 | |
This time we're letting him off with a caution. | 0:55:08 | 0:55:11 | |
In you go, sunshine. | 0:55:11 | 0:55:12 | |
Next time, it will be borstal. | 0:55:12 | 0:55:15 | |
SHE GASPS | 0:55:15 | 0:55:16 | |
No. No, it's not possible. He... | 0:55:16 | 0:55:19 | |
He goes to grammar school! | 0:55:19 | 0:55:21 | |
You wicked, wicked boy! | 0:55:29 | 0:55:31 | |
I could kill you! | 0:55:31 | 0:55:32 | |
-Sorry, Mum. -How could you? | 0:55:32 | 0:55:35 | |
Borstal? Borstal! | 0:55:35 | 0:55:37 | |
Whatever's going on? | 0:55:37 | 0:55:39 | |
Well? | 0:55:41 | 0:55:42 | |
THEY SOB | 0:55:44 | 0:55:45 | |
-I see your boy came home in a police van. -Yes. | 0:55:49 | 0:55:53 | |
Yes, he did. That's right. | 0:55:53 | 0:55:55 | |
He's been helping the police with their investigations. | 0:55:55 | 0:55:57 | |
-In a Black Maria? -Yes. | 0:55:57 | 0:56:00 | |
He reported some stolen property he found in the woods. | 0:56:00 | 0:56:03 | |
The Chief Inspector said he was a very clever boy. | 0:56:03 | 0:56:06 | |
Hmm. | 0:56:07 | 0:56:08 | |
Look. More scrap Anderson. | 0:56:15 | 0:56:18 | |
Oh, fits perfect. | 0:56:18 | 0:56:20 | |
We'll own all the coal soon. They're going to nationalise it. | 0:56:20 | 0:56:24 | |
I bet we still have to pay for it. | 0:56:24 | 0:56:26 | |
Of course we'll have to pay for it, you daft ha'p'orth. | 0:56:26 | 0:56:28 | |
So we won't own it, then, will we? | 0:56:28 | 0:56:30 | |
Well, er, not exactly, but it means the profits will go | 0:56:30 | 0:56:34 | |
to the government instead of lining the pockets of the bosses. | 0:56:34 | 0:56:37 | |
-And then the government gives the money to us? -No. | 0:56:37 | 0:56:40 | |
So what's the difference, then? | 0:56:40 | 0:56:41 | |
Cor. 50,000 GI brides going to America. Kiddies with them, too. | 0:56:43 | 0:56:48 | |
Children? But they're not married! | 0:56:48 | 0:56:51 | |
Yeah, well. | 0:56:51 | 0:56:53 | |
I expect some of them jumped the gun a bit. | 0:56:53 | 0:56:56 | |
You know what they say about the Yanks? One yank and they're down! | 0:56:56 | 0:56:59 | |
-What are down? -Er, well, I don't know. It's just a saying. | 0:57:01 | 0:57:05 | |
ETHEL HUFFS | 0:57:05 | 0:57:06 | |
Yaaay! | 0:57:17 | 0:57:19 | |
BELL RINGS ERNEST LAUGHS | 0:57:19 | 0:57:22 | |
Blimey. There's going to be 1,000 miles of motorway. | 0:57:23 | 0:57:27 | |
A terrific network. | 0:57:27 | 0:57:29 | |
What about the green belt? All that lovely country? | 0:57:29 | 0:57:33 | |
Yeah, well, it'll bypass it, I expect. | 0:57:33 | 0:57:36 | |
I thought you said there were going to be lots of bypasses already. | 0:57:36 | 0:57:40 | |
Yeah, well, so there are. It will bypass the bypasses, then. | 0:57:40 | 0:57:43 | |
And what about the ring roads? | 0:57:43 | 0:57:45 | |
Look, it will bypass the ring roads AND bypass the bypasses. | 0:57:45 | 0:57:49 | |
-And bypass the green belt? -Yes, and bypass the green belt! | 0:57:49 | 0:57:53 | |
That's all right, then. | 0:57:53 | 0:57:55 | |
HE SIGHS | 0:57:55 | 0:57:56 | |
Only it does seem a bit of a muddle. | 0:57:57 | 0:57:59 | |
DISTANT CHURCH BELL TOLLS | 0:57:59 | 0:58:01 | |
He's passed! | 0:58:11 | 0:58:12 | |
He's passed the School Certificate. | 0:58:12 | 0:58:15 | |
It says he's matric... | 0:58:16 | 0:58:18 | |
matriculated. Or something. | 0:58:18 | 0:58:21 | |
Is that good? | 0:58:21 | 0:58:22 | |
Well, of course it's good! | 0:58:22 | 0:58:24 | |
-What does it mean? -I don't know what it means. | 0:58:24 | 0:58:26 | |
Not our place to know. | 0:58:26 | 0:58:28 | |
ERNEST WHISTLES "THE LAMBETH WALK" | 0:58:31 | 0:58:33 | |
-Morning, Mr Briggs. -Lovely morning. | 0:58:35 | 0:58:37 | |
ETHEL SOBS | 0:58:40 | 0:58:42 | |
Whatever's the matter, dear? | 0:58:45 | 0:58:47 | |
He says he wants to leave the grammar school and go to art school! | 0:58:47 | 0:58:53 | |
Art school?! | 0:58:53 | 0:58:55 | |
-Oh, blimey. -Such a shame. | 0:58:55 | 0:58:58 | |
He could've gone to Oxford and Cambridge | 0:58:58 | 0:59:00 | |
and got a nice job in an office. | 0:59:00 | 0:59:02 | |
He could've been a foreman, or even maybe a manager. | 0:59:02 | 0:59:06 | |
ETHEL SOBS | 0:59:06 | 0:59:08 | |
CLOCK TICKS QUIETLY | 0:59:08 | 0:59:10 | |
There's no money in it. | 0:59:12 | 0:59:14 | |
He'll never earn a living at it. | 0:59:14 | 0:59:17 | |
That lot's all long hair, drink and... | 0:59:17 | 0:59:20 | |
-and nude women. -Oh, Ernest! | 0:59:20 | 0:59:22 | |
-RADIO: -'It was confirmed today | 0:59:26 | 0:59:28 | |
'that Russia has exploded its first atomic bomb. | 0:59:28 | 0:59:31 | |
'The test took place in a remote area of Kazakhstan...' | 0:59:31 | 0:59:34 | |
Russia explodes an atomic bomb. | 0:59:34 | 0:59:37 | |
Oh, blimey. That's been and gawn and done it. | 0:59:37 | 0:59:40 | |
Ernest, do speak properly. | 0:59:40 | 0:59:42 | |
CAT MEOWS | 0:59:47 | 0:59:48 | |
RAYMOND LAUGHS | 0:59:49 | 0:59:51 | |
Dad, when you come home from work, why don't you wash in the bathroom? | 0:59:55 | 1:00:00 | |
Blimey, son. I'm filthy, look. | 1:00:00 | 1:00:02 | |
Yes, I know, but that's what the bathroom is for. | 1:00:02 | 1:00:04 | |
No, I couldn't wash in the bathroom. Not in this state. | 1:00:04 | 1:00:07 | |
But this is the kitchen, Dad. Mum cooks in it. | 1:00:07 | 1:00:10 | |
-Ooh-ooh! -No, I couldn't, son. | 1:00:10 | 1:00:12 | |
-Not in the bathroom. -Oh, Dad! | 1:00:12 | 1:00:15 | |
Hello, dear. Had a good day at college? | 1:00:15 | 1:00:18 | |
FOOTSTEPS THUD UPSTAIRS | 1:00:18 | 1:00:20 | |
Oh, what's up with him? | 1:00:20 | 1:00:22 | |
They call it adolescence, dear. | 1:00:22 | 1:00:24 | |
They don't understand. | 1:00:24 | 1:00:26 | |
That launderette is a godsend. | 1:00:26 | 1:00:28 | |
I did the whole blessed lot for 2/9 and it's all bone dry. | 1:00:28 | 1:00:32 | |
I could get an electric thermostat for the tank. | 1:00:32 | 1:00:35 | |
Hot water in the summertime, all modern. | 1:00:35 | 1:00:37 | |
Electric thermostat, electric fridge, electric milk float. | 1:00:37 | 1:00:40 | |
My old mum and dad never knew the meaning of the word. | 1:00:40 | 1:00:43 | |
-What word, duck? -Electric! | 1:00:43 | 1:00:45 | |
Down home, there was nothing electric in the whole blessed house. | 1:00:45 | 1:00:49 | |
We all grew up all right. | 1:00:49 | 1:00:50 | |
Two of you died as children, dear. | 1:00:50 | 1:00:52 | |
What's that got to do with electric? | 1:00:52 | 1:00:54 | |
Well, it's progress, Ette. Scientific. | 1:00:54 | 1:00:57 | |
It's scientific progress. | 1:00:57 | 1:00:59 | |
Blimey, what's this? | 1:01:00 | 1:01:02 | |
Meat ration to be cut by tuppence. | 1:01:02 | 1:01:04 | |
That's the lowest it's ever been and six years after the end of the war! | 1:01:04 | 1:01:09 | |
We had more meat under Mr Churchill. | 1:01:09 | 1:01:11 | |
Yeah, all right. | 1:01:11 | 1:01:13 | |
-Middle of the Blitz we had more meat. -Yes! | 1:01:13 | 1:01:16 | |
-Battle of Britain... -All right! | 1:01:17 | 1:01:19 | |
You can't blame Hitler now. | 1:01:19 | 1:01:21 | |
No! | 1:01:21 | 1:01:22 | |
Just your Labour government. | 1:01:22 | 1:01:25 | |
HE SIGHS | 1:01:25 | 1:01:26 | |
MUSIC: Sous Le Ciel De Paris by Edith Piaf | 1:01:29 | 1:01:35 | |
-Bye, Mum! -Bye, dear. | 1:01:35 | 1:01:37 | |
Have you finished your sketch? | 1:01:41 | 1:01:43 | |
Just look at the pair of them. | 1:01:43 | 1:01:44 | |
Her in black stockings and just look at his hair! | 1:01:44 | 1:01:48 | |
Well, they're art students, dear. | 1:01:48 | 1:01:50 | |
He'll grow out of it when he gets a proper job. | 1:01:50 | 1:01:52 | |
He'll never get a proper job with hair like that! | 1:01:52 | 1:01:55 | |
Cor blimey. | 1:02:03 | 1:02:05 | |
There's a candidate here in the general election. | 1:02:05 | 1:02:07 | |
Not only is she a woman, but she is 26. | 1:02:07 | 1:02:10 | |
I'm old enough to be her father. | 1:02:10 | 1:02:12 | |
AND she's a Tory. What is the world coming to? | 1:02:12 | 1:02:15 | |
I thought your Labour believed in equal rights for everybody? | 1:02:15 | 1:02:18 | |
Well, yeah, of course, but...blimey! | 1:02:18 | 1:02:21 | |
She's old enough to be married, have a baby, go to work, | 1:02:21 | 1:02:24 | |
drive a car, be in the Army, fly a plane in the war. | 1:02:24 | 1:02:27 | |
Yeah, but... | 1:02:27 | 1:02:29 | |
Blimey. I'd like to see her do MY job. | 1:02:29 | 1:02:31 | |
She doesn't want your job. She wants to be an MP. | 1:02:31 | 1:02:34 | |
-She's educated. -And I'm not, I suppose? | 1:02:34 | 1:02:37 | |
Well, no, you're not educated, are you, dear? | 1:02:37 | 1:02:40 | |
Nor am I. | 1:02:40 | 1:02:41 | |
We couldn't be MPs. | 1:02:41 | 1:02:43 | |
-Aw! -Oh. | 1:02:45 | 1:02:46 | |
Who wants to be an MP anyway, eh? | 1:02:46 | 1:02:48 | |
THEY CHUCKLE | 1:02:48 | 1:02:50 | |
CROCKERY CLATTERS | 1:02:51 | 1:02:53 | |
Cheese ration cut to one ounce! | 1:02:53 | 1:02:57 | |
Seven years after the war - one ounce. | 1:02:57 | 1:03:01 | |
It's not enough for a mousetrap. | 1:03:01 | 1:03:03 | |
There's your Tory government for you, look. | 1:03:03 | 1:03:06 | |
Your Mr Churchill's cheese. | 1:03:06 | 1:03:08 | |
I hope you washed your hands before touching that cheese. | 1:03:08 | 1:03:11 | |
It's my call-up papers. | 1:03:18 | 1:03:19 | |
-ETHEL GASPS -I'm going in the Royal Corps of Signals. | 1:03:19 | 1:03:23 | |
Well, don't you go and get sent to that Korean War. | 1:03:23 | 1:03:25 | |
Oh, that's all over, bar the shouting. | 1:03:25 | 1:03:27 | |
It isn't! Mrs Hammond's boy, Michael, | 1:03:27 | 1:03:31 | |
was killed there only last week. | 1:03:31 | 1:03:33 | |
Blimey. Was he? | 1:03:33 | 1:03:35 | |
He used to help me on the milk round when he was a nipper. | 1:03:35 | 1:03:38 | |
He was just 19. | 1:03:38 | 1:03:40 | |
Then, when you come to attention... | 1:03:44 | 1:03:47 | |
Attention! | 1:03:47 | 1:03:48 | |
You have to slam your boot down so hard | 1:03:48 | 1:03:50 | |
-the blood spurts through your lace holes. -Oh, don't, dear. | 1:03:50 | 1:03:53 | |
It's true, Mum. | 1:03:53 | 1:03:54 | |
-Are you going to do parachute jumping, son? -No. | 1:03:54 | 1:03:58 | |
I'm going to be a draughtsman in an office. | 1:03:58 | 1:04:00 | |
Oh, good. That's nice, an office. | 1:04:00 | 1:04:03 | |
And thank goodness you've had a proper haircut at last. | 1:04:03 | 1:04:06 | |
ERNEST LAUGHS | 1:04:06 | 1:04:07 | |
Mrs Morgan's boy is going to be an officer. | 1:04:07 | 1:04:10 | |
-Oh, yeah? -Don't YOU want to be an officer, dear? | 1:04:10 | 1:04:13 | |
Not likely, Mum. They want head boys, team captains, | 1:04:13 | 1:04:16 | |
prefects, preferably public school. | 1:04:16 | 1:04:18 | |
I'm just a common little suburban grammar school oik. | 1:04:18 | 1:04:21 | |
Oh, but the uniform is so much nicer, dear. | 1:04:21 | 1:04:24 | |
And you could wear nice brown shoes. | 1:04:24 | 1:04:26 | |
Boots - they're so common. | 1:04:26 | 1:04:29 | |
RINGING TONE | 1:04:33 | 1:04:35 | |
Our very own phone. | 1:04:37 | 1:04:39 | |
Who'd have believed it? | 1:04:39 | 1:04:40 | |
Oh, dear, what shall I do if it rings when you're out? | 1:04:40 | 1:04:43 | |
Well, answer it, you daft ha'p'orth! | 1:04:43 | 1:04:46 | |
I don't think I like it. | 1:04:46 | 1:04:47 | |
-PHONE RINGS -Argh! | 1:04:49 | 1:04:51 | |
Oh, quick, quick, quick, Ernest! It's going off! | 1:04:51 | 1:04:53 | |
Ahem! | 1:04:55 | 1:04:56 | |
Hello? | 1:04:57 | 1:04:59 | |
Yes? | 1:04:59 | 1:05:01 | |
No. | 1:05:01 | 1:05:03 | |
Oh, right, goodbye. | 1:05:04 | 1:05:06 | |
Wrong number, dear. | 1:05:08 | 1:05:10 | |
MUSIC: Theme from Dixon Of Dock Green | 1:05:13 | 1:05:16 | |
Oh, Ernest. | 1:05:23 | 1:05:25 | |
It's just like the pictures. | 1:05:25 | 1:05:27 | |
Yes, we might get Victor McLagen. | 1:05:27 | 1:05:29 | |
-He's dead. -They could still put him on. | 1:05:29 | 1:05:32 | |
Oh, I prefer Tyrone Power. | 1:05:32 | 1:05:34 | |
He's more modern. | 1:05:34 | 1:05:35 | |
PHONE RINGS | 1:05:35 | 1:05:37 | |
Oh. | 1:05:37 | 1:05:39 | |
You get it, Ernest. | 1:05:41 | 1:05:43 | |
PHONE STOPS RINGING | 1:05:47 | 1:05:49 | |
Oh, blessed thing! | 1:05:50 | 1:05:52 | |
RAYMOND GRUNTS | 1:05:54 | 1:05:56 | |
Fancy our little boy having a motorbike. | 1:05:57 | 1:06:01 | |
It's a scooter, Ette. | 1:06:01 | 1:06:03 | |
Lambretta. They're Italian. | 1:06:03 | 1:06:05 | |
He's far too young for motorbikes. | 1:06:05 | 1:06:08 | |
And I see it's back to the long hair already. | 1:06:08 | 1:06:12 | |
Well, he's demobbed now, dear. | 1:06:12 | 1:06:14 | |
-Cheerio, Mum! -Bye, dear! -Cheerio, Dad! -Bye, son! | 1:06:18 | 1:06:22 | |
He's got three certificates now. | 1:06:31 | 1:06:33 | |
Yeah, but they're only art certificates. | 1:06:33 | 1:06:35 | |
They won't get him a job. | 1:06:35 | 1:06:37 | |
One is from London University. | 1:06:37 | 1:06:39 | |
-Yeah, I know, but... -He can put letters after his name. | 1:06:39 | 1:06:42 | |
Just like a doctor. | 1:06:42 | 1:06:44 | |
CAT MEOWS | 1:06:47 | 1:06:48 | |
Hello, Susie. | 1:06:48 | 1:06:50 | |
It says they're wanting to legalise homosexuality. | 1:06:54 | 1:06:58 | |
Oh. | 1:06:58 | 1:06:59 | |
What's that? | 1:06:59 | 1:07:01 | |
Well, you know. | 1:07:01 | 1:07:03 | |
It's like two blokes... | 1:07:03 | 1:07:05 | |
only instead of with a woman, | 1:07:05 | 1:07:07 | |
it's sort of with one another, like. | 1:07:07 | 1:07:10 | |
I don't know what you're rambling on about, Ernest, | 1:07:10 | 1:07:13 | |
and I don't think you do either. | 1:07:13 | 1:07:14 | |
I'll put the kettle on, shall I, duck? | 1:07:14 | 1:07:17 | |
A nice cup of tea. | 1:07:17 | 1:07:19 | |
SHE TUTS | 1:07:19 | 1:07:21 | |
Surprise, dear! | 1:07:36 | 1:07:38 | |
-What? -Hey, presto! | 1:07:38 | 1:07:40 | |
Mind, the sun will fade my loose covers. | 1:07:40 | 1:07:43 | |
Look. | 1:07:43 | 1:07:44 | |
What? | 1:07:44 | 1:07:46 | |
-Do you see anything? -No. | 1:07:46 | 1:07:49 | |
Nothing new, different? | 1:07:49 | 1:07:51 | |
No. | 1:07:51 | 1:07:53 | |
That green car? | 1:07:53 | 1:07:55 | |
Well, what about it? | 1:07:55 | 1:07:56 | |
Triumph Herald. It wasn't there yesterday. | 1:07:56 | 1:07:59 | |
There's always different cars stuck outside our house nowadays. | 1:07:59 | 1:08:02 | |
Well, that one is special. | 1:08:02 | 1:08:04 | |
What's special about it? | 1:08:04 | 1:08:06 | |
It's ours! | 1:08:06 | 1:08:08 | |
Oh, don't be daft, Ernest. | 1:08:08 | 1:08:10 | |
Come on, dear. Get in. | 1:08:10 | 1:08:12 | |
Oh, er... | 1:08:12 | 1:08:14 | |
I don't like to. I've still got my pinny on. | 1:08:14 | 1:08:17 | |
-And I haven't done my hair. -Come on! | 1:08:17 | 1:08:19 | |
Is it really yours? | 1:08:21 | 1:08:23 | |
Ours, darling. | 1:08:23 | 1:08:25 | |
Shut the door. We'll go for a spin. | 1:08:25 | 1:08:28 | |
ENGINE STARTS | 1:08:28 | 1:08:29 | |
I didn't know you could drive a proper car. | 1:08:40 | 1:08:43 | |
HE LAUGHS | 1:08:43 | 1:08:44 | |
Letter from Raymond. | 1:08:57 | 1:08:58 | |
Crumbs! The average male manual worker earns | 1:08:58 | 1:09:02 | |
£13, 2s and 11d a week. Blimey! I must be below average, then. | 1:09:02 | 1:09:07 | |
Oh, it doesn't apply to you, Ernest. | 1:09:07 | 1:09:09 | |
You're not a manual worker. | 1:09:09 | 1:09:11 | |
Oh, he's going to be a teacher. | 1:09:12 | 1:09:15 | |
Oh, good. That's a bit more regular. | 1:09:15 | 1:09:18 | |
-It's in a college of art. -That's better. | 1:09:18 | 1:09:20 | |
Thank God it's not just an art school. | 1:09:20 | 1:09:23 | |
-Part time. -Well, part time is no good. | 1:09:23 | 1:09:25 | |
That's more for women. | 1:09:25 | 1:09:27 | |
One day a week, look. | 1:09:27 | 1:09:29 | |
Blimey. | 1:09:29 | 1:09:30 | |
He gets almost as much for one day as I get for the whole bloody week. | 1:09:30 | 1:09:34 | |
Ernest! | 1:09:34 | 1:09:35 | |
Oh, "See you on the 30th. | 1:09:36 | 1:09:39 | |
"I'll be bringing...Jean with me." | 1:09:39 | 1:09:42 | |
MUSIC: Little Things by Dave Berry | 1:09:44 | 1:09:48 | |
Here they come, Ette. | 1:09:48 | 1:09:50 | |
Hello, Mum. Dad. | 1:09:52 | 1:09:54 | |
This is Jean. | 1:09:54 | 1:09:56 | |
Hello, Jean. | 1:09:56 | 1:09:58 | |
Hello. | 1:09:58 | 1:10:00 | |
Hello, dear. | 1:10:00 | 1:10:01 | |
D'oh! Look at you. | 1:10:01 | 1:10:03 | |
Here's a comb. | 1:10:03 | 1:10:04 | |
RAYMOND SIGHS | 1:10:04 | 1:10:06 | |
Mum, I haven't seen you for a month. | 1:10:06 | 1:10:08 | |
I've just brought my future wife to meet you. | 1:10:08 | 1:10:10 | |
I do not want a comb! | 1:10:10 | 1:10:12 | |
Right, then. | 1:10:16 | 1:10:18 | |
JEAN GIGGLES I'll, um...put the kettle on. | 1:10:18 | 1:10:22 | |
RAYMOND SIGHS | 1:10:23 | 1:10:25 | |
Sorry, Mum. | 1:10:31 | 1:10:32 | |
Oh, come and sit down, dear. | 1:10:32 | 1:10:34 | |
Lovely to see you. | 1:10:34 | 1:10:36 | |
And you too, Jane. | 1:10:36 | 1:10:37 | |
Jean, Mum. | 1:10:37 | 1:10:39 | |
I thought you'd like... | 1:10:39 | 1:10:40 | |
Oh, thank you, dear. | 1:10:40 | 1:10:43 | |
Whatever is it? | 1:10:43 | 1:10:45 | |
-It's a bottle of wine, Mum. -Wine?! | 1:10:45 | 1:10:47 | |
-Oh, dear. I don't know... -Got a corkscrew anywhere? | 1:10:47 | 1:10:50 | |
Wine! Oh, dear. | 1:10:50 | 1:10:52 | |
-It's all right, Mum. It won't explode. -I don't like bangs. | 1:10:54 | 1:10:57 | |
Oh! | 1:10:59 | 1:11:01 | |
THEY LAUGH | 1:11:01 | 1:11:02 | |
-Bye, Mum. Bye, Dad. -Cheerio, son. | 1:11:02 | 1:11:05 | |
I do wish you'd get a nice car, dear. | 1:11:05 | 1:11:08 | |
A van is cheaper, Mum. | 1:11:08 | 1:11:10 | |
-No purchase tax! -But a car is so much nicer. | 1:11:10 | 1:11:14 | |
Bye! | 1:11:16 | 1:11:18 | |
-She was a nice kid, wasn't she? -She didn't say much. | 1:11:21 | 1:11:24 | |
She's shy. Very shy. | 1:11:24 | 1:11:26 | |
Like you, sweetheart. | 1:11:26 | 1:11:27 | |
Hair all over the shop. | 1:11:27 | 1:11:29 | |
-Too tall. -She can't help that, dear. | 1:11:29 | 1:11:31 | |
-She's all legs. -Never mind her legs, Ernest. | 1:11:31 | 1:11:34 | |
She needs a perm and he needs a good haircut. | 1:11:34 | 1:11:38 | |
Oh, no. | 1:11:43 | 1:11:44 | |
He says they're going to get married in a registry office. | 1:11:44 | 1:11:48 | |
-Well, that's the modern way, Ette. -Oh, it's horrible. | 1:11:48 | 1:11:51 | |
Yes, but neither of them is religious. | 1:11:51 | 1:11:53 | |
I don't want him to be religious, | 1:11:53 | 1:11:55 | |
I just want him to get married in a church! | 1:11:55 | 1:11:57 | |
It's so much nicer. | 1:11:58 | 1:12:00 | |
And when are you going to start a family, dear? | 1:12:07 | 1:12:11 | |
Well, I don't know, really, Mum. Probably not at all. | 1:12:11 | 1:12:15 | |
Goodness me, whyever not? I want to be a granny. | 1:12:15 | 1:12:18 | |
Well, Jean's got problems, Mum. | 1:12:18 | 1:12:21 | |
Brain trouble. | 1:12:21 | 1:12:23 | |
-Brain trouble? -Yeah. | 1:12:23 | 1:12:25 | |
Well, that's what I call it, as a sort of joke. | 1:12:25 | 1:12:29 | |
She goes in and out of the loony bin. | 1:12:29 | 1:12:32 | |
You mean she's... | 1:12:32 | 1:12:34 | |
-WHISPERS: -She's mental? -Yeah, well, that's one word for it. | 1:12:35 | 1:12:39 | |
The other word is schizophrenia. | 1:12:40 | 1:12:43 | |
Oh, dear. | 1:12:43 | 1:12:45 | |
Poor thing. | 1:12:45 | 1:12:46 | |
So, I won't be a granny after all. | 1:12:50 | 1:12:53 | |
Never mind, Mum. | 1:12:53 | 1:12:55 | |
BIRDSONG | 1:13:02 | 1:13:05 | |
What a dump. | 1:13:15 | 1:13:17 | |
"Dump"?! | 1:13:17 | 1:13:18 | |
Mum, the Government has designated this | 1:13:18 | 1:13:21 | |
an Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty, | 1:13:21 | 1:13:23 | |
an AONB. It's official. | 1:13:23 | 1:13:25 | |
Well, I still say it's a dump. | 1:13:28 | 1:13:29 | |
The South Downs are at the end of the garden. | 1:13:29 | 1:13:32 | |
I give up, I give up. | 1:13:32 | 1:13:34 | |
Son, it's the sort of place I always dreamed about. | 1:13:40 | 1:13:44 | |
I know, Dad. | 1:13:45 | 1:13:46 | |
I know. | 1:13:46 | 1:13:48 | |
CLOCK TICKS QUIETLY | 1:13:53 | 1:13:55 | |
They seem very happy down there, despite the schizo business. | 1:13:57 | 1:14:01 | |
Yes, I suppose so. | 1:14:01 | 1:14:03 | |
I was hoping he'd send his washing home. | 1:14:03 | 1:14:06 | |
Oh, Ette, don't be daft. He's married! | 1:14:06 | 1:14:09 | |
-Yes, I know. -HAMMERING | 1:14:09 | 1:14:11 | |
What's that? | 1:14:11 | 1:14:13 | |
My retirement certificate. | 1:14:13 | 1:14:15 | |
37 years' service with the Royal Arsenal Co-operative Society. | 1:14:15 | 1:14:19 | |
I'm not sure I want THAT on the front room wall. | 1:14:19 | 1:14:22 | |
Well, that's where it's going, Ethel. | 1:14:22 | 1:14:25 | |
-RADIO: -'That's one small step for man... | 1:14:28 | 1:14:31 | |
'..one giant leap for mankind.' | 1:14:33 | 1:14:36 | |
Cor blimey! | 1:14:37 | 1:14:38 | |
Man on the moon, Ette. | 1:14:39 | 1:14:41 | |
-Oh. -Man on the moon. | 1:14:41 | 1:14:44 | |
Fantastic, eh? | 1:14:44 | 1:14:46 | |
What's he doing there? | 1:14:46 | 1:14:48 | |
Well, just walking about a bit. | 1:14:49 | 1:14:51 | |
And then what? | 1:14:51 | 1:14:53 | |
Come back, I suppose. | 1:14:53 | 1:14:55 | |
Perhaps they'll have a picnic. | 1:14:55 | 1:14:57 | |
That'd be nice. | 1:14:58 | 1:15:00 | |
I think the tea would blow away when it came out of the thermos. | 1:15:00 | 1:15:04 | |
Why? Is it windy up there? | 1:15:04 | 1:15:06 | |
No, it's gravity, dear. | 1:15:06 | 1:15:08 | |
Oh, I see. | 1:15:08 | 1:15:09 | |
Look. He's going to pick up some pebbles to take home. | 1:15:09 | 1:15:14 | |
Just like kiddies at the seaside. | 1:15:14 | 1:15:16 | |
Turn it off, will you? | 1:15:19 | 1:15:20 | |
CLOCK TICKS QUIETLY | 1:15:26 | 1:15:29 | |
Did you have a good journey, dear? | 1:15:34 | 1:15:37 | |
Oh, yes. OK, Mum. | 1:15:37 | 1:15:38 | |
Fine, fine. | 1:15:38 | 1:15:40 | |
Much traffic on the road? | 1:15:40 | 1:15:42 | |
Well, the A23 was a bit choked up, wasn't it? | 1:15:42 | 1:15:48 | |
Um, but after Sutton, it sort of thinned out a bit | 1:15:48 | 1:15:52 | |
and, um, you know... | 1:15:52 | 1:15:54 | |
got better. | 1:15:54 | 1:15:56 | |
Here's a comb, dear. | 1:15:59 | 1:16:01 | |
Thanks, Mum. | 1:16:05 | 1:16:07 | |
CLOCK TICKS QUIETLY | 1:16:07 | 1:16:09 | |
RAIN FALLS HEAVILY | 1:16:09 | 1:16:12 | |
Remember we used to bring the pram up here? | 1:16:15 | 1:16:18 | |
It's me in the pram now. | 1:16:18 | 1:16:21 | |
They used to do nice teas in the balcony before the war. | 1:16:22 | 1:16:26 | |
Waitresses in aprons and caps. | 1:16:26 | 1:16:29 | |
We never did go, did we, dear? | 1:16:30 | 1:16:32 | |
Yes. It was lovely. | 1:16:32 | 1:16:34 | |
The yobbos smashed all the windows. | 1:16:36 | 1:16:39 | |
Well, that's your Labour Party for you. | 1:16:39 | 1:16:42 | |
FAINT MOANS | 1:16:49 | 1:16:52 | |
ETHEL GASPS AND MOANS | 1:16:52 | 1:16:54 | |
-Mr Briggs! Mr Briggs! -What? | 1:16:54 | 1:16:57 | |
Is there a telephone? I need to call an ambulance. | 1:16:57 | 1:16:59 | |
Downstairs, Doctor. Front room. | 1:16:59 | 1:17:01 | |
Ethel? | 1:17:05 | 1:17:07 | |
DOCTOR DIALS PHONE DOWNSTAIRS | 1:17:07 | 1:17:09 | |
MUSIC: In Dulci Jubilo | 1:17:11 | 1:17:14 | |
Why are they all staring at me? | 1:17:20 | 1:17:23 | |
Oh, they're not staring at you, Mum. It's the television. | 1:17:26 | 1:17:29 | |
They've put it right by your bed. | 1:17:29 | 1:17:31 | |
I don't like them staring at me and I don't like being in Charity Ward. | 1:17:32 | 1:17:37 | |
It doesn't mean charity, Mum. | 1:17:37 | 1:17:39 | |
It's a girl's name. | 1:17:39 | 1:17:41 | |
What's that music? | 1:17:42 | 1:17:44 | |
I can hear music. | 1:17:44 | 1:17:46 | |
Carols, Mum. | 1:17:46 | 1:17:47 | |
On the television. It's Christmas. | 1:17:47 | 1:17:50 | |
There's the tree, look. | 1:17:50 | 1:17:52 | |
Oh, I hope I'll be home in time for Christmas. | 1:17:52 | 1:17:55 | |
-When is it? -It was yesterday, Mum. | 1:17:56 | 1:17:59 | |
You had your presents yesterday. | 1:17:59 | 1:18:02 | |
Look at all your cards. | 1:18:10 | 1:18:12 | |
Mm? Lovely flowers. | 1:18:12 | 1:18:15 | |
Yes, lovely. | 1:18:15 | 1:18:16 | |
Aren't I a lucky girl? | 1:18:16 | 1:18:18 | |
HE SNIFFS | 1:18:18 | 1:18:20 | |
Listen, dear. | 1:18:24 | 1:18:26 | |
(Who was that old man in here just now?) | 1:18:26 | 1:18:30 | |
Oh, Mum. | 1:18:30 | 1:18:32 | |
That was Dad. | 1:18:32 | 1:18:33 | |
Dad? | 1:18:34 | 1:18:36 | |
You know. Ernest? | 1:18:36 | 1:18:38 | |
Your husband. | 1:18:38 | 1:18:40 | |
My husband? | 1:18:40 | 1:18:42 | |
Yes. | 1:18:42 | 1:18:43 | |
Not Victor McLagen? | 1:18:43 | 1:18:46 | |
No, Mum. | 1:18:46 | 1:18:48 | |
I thought he was dead. | 1:18:48 | 1:18:50 | |
Lovely... | 1:18:53 | 1:18:55 | |
lovely flowers, Mum. | 1:18:55 | 1:18:57 | |
Oh, yes. Lovely. | 1:18:57 | 1:19:00 | |
Aren't I a lucky girl? | 1:19:00 | 1:19:02 | |
ERNEST DIALS PHONE | 1:19:10 | 1:19:13 | |
RINGING TONE | 1:19:17 | 1:19:20 | |
Son? | 1:19:20 | 1:19:21 | |
Is that you? | 1:19:21 | 1:19:22 | |
'Yes.' | 1:19:22 | 1:19:24 | |
The hospital, they just phoned. | 1:19:24 | 1:19:26 | |
-'Oh, right.' -She's... | 1:19:26 | 1:19:29 | |
I'm going up there. | 1:19:30 | 1:19:32 | |
-'I'll leave now.' -OK. | 1:19:33 | 1:19:35 | |
-I'll see you there. -'Bye, Dad.' | 1:19:35 | 1:19:38 | |
'RAYMOND SOBS' Steady on, old son. | 1:19:38 | 1:19:41 | |
Steady on. | 1:19:41 | 1:19:43 | |
Why's she on a trolley? | 1:20:04 | 1:20:06 | |
I don't know, son. | 1:20:06 | 1:20:08 | |
Look, bloody tissues and Vim right by her face. | 1:20:08 | 1:20:10 | |
They've put her teeth in all crooked. | 1:20:11 | 1:20:14 | |
I know, son. | 1:20:14 | 1:20:16 | |
I don't know. | 1:20:17 | 1:20:19 | |
CUTLERY SCRAPES | 1:20:25 | 1:20:27 | |
I still keep laying the table for two, duck. | 1:20:32 | 1:20:35 | |
Daft, innit, Susie, puss? | 1:20:36 | 1:20:38 | |
Nice daffs, aren't they? | 1:20:44 | 1:20:46 | |
NEWS THEME MUSIC | 1:20:48 | 1:20:51 | |
-NEWSREADER: -'..Retailers tell the Government they accept...' | 1:20:58 | 1:21:01 | |
I'll get cocoa in a minute, dear. | 1:21:01 | 1:21:03 | |
'..Employers offered to resume paying for...' | 1:21:03 | 1:21:07 | |
CLOCK TICKS | 1:21:07 | 1:21:10 | |
Goodnight, Susie. SUSIE MEOWS | 1:21:13 | 1:21:16 | |
Argh! | 1:21:28 | 1:21:29 | |
Oh! | 1:21:29 | 1:21:30 | |
Argh! | 1:21:32 | 1:21:34 | |
CAT MEOWS | 1:21:34 | 1:21:35 | |
Aargh! | 1:21:35 | 1:21:37 | |
Ohh! | 1:21:37 | 1:21:38 | |
CAT MEOWS | 1:21:47 | 1:21:49 | |
It's OK, Susie. | 1:21:49 | 1:21:51 | |
PHONE RINGS | 1:21:55 | 1:21:57 | |
HE PANTS | 1:21:57 | 1:22:00 | |
WIND HOWLS | 1:22:00 | 1:22:02 | |
PHONE CONTINUES RINGING | 1:22:05 | 1:22:08 | |
FOOTSTEPS ON STAIRS | 1:23:05 | 1:23:08 | |
I suppose I'd better get the Salvation Army to take it all away. | 1:23:09 | 1:23:13 | |
I grew it from a pip. | 1:23:34 | 1:23:36 | |
# I can see your shadow | 1:23:54 | 1:23:57 | |
# Underneath the moon | 1:23:59 | 1:24:02 | |
# Maybe a winter cloudburst | 1:24:04 | 1:24:08 | |
# Heading this way soon | 1:24:10 | 1:24:13 | |
# Heading this way soon | 1:24:15 | 1:24:18 | |
# In the blink of an eye | 1:24:21 | 1:24:24 | |
# Many songs have been sung | 1:24:24 | 1:24:26 | |
# Many lives have gone by | 1:24:26 | 1:24:29 | |
# We will never give up | 1:24:31 | 1:24:33 | |
# We will hold on to love | 1:24:33 | 1:24:37 | |
# With no reason to cry | 1:24:37 | 1:24:39 | |
# In the blink of an eye | 1:24:58 | 1:25:00 | |
# Many songs have been sung | 1:25:00 | 1:25:03 | |
# Many lives have gone by | 1:25:03 | 1:25:06 | |
# We will never give up | 1:25:09 | 1:25:11 | |
# We will hold on to love | 1:25:11 | 1:25:14 | |
# With no reason to cry | 1:25:14 | 1:25:17 | |
# I can see your shadow | 1:25:19 | 1:25:22 | |
# Underneath the moon | 1:25:25 | 1:25:27 | |
# Maybe a winter cloudburst | 1:25:30 | 1:25:33 | |
# Heading this way soon. # | 1:25:35 | 1:25:38 |