That's a relief.
He doesn't seem to be a very sociable giant.
He's probably shy.
I've asked my husband to introduce us before, but he's such a slow coach.
I like meeting his protégés every now and then.
I think he sometimes keeps them too much to himself.
All his stars.
We don't have stars in this game, Mrs. Weaver. That's soccer.
Well, what do you have then?
People like me.
I've got a thirst. I think I'll be off. Nice to have met you.
- Good-bye, Machin. - Good-bye, Frank.
Good-bye, Frank. You played a great game. Keep it up, lad.
Yes. Very good. This new chap -
- Machin. - Yeah.
Ah, Machin.
You did very well today, young man.
- Thank you, Mr. Slomer. - Yeah. It was a very good try.
Yes. Very good indeed. Keep it up.
Thank you, Mr. Slomer.
Come on. Watch the door.
Hello, Frank.
Hello, Dad.
Walking back to happiness
Umpah, whoa, yeah, yeah
Said farewell to loneliness
Umpah, whoa, yeah, yeah
I never knew I'd miss you
Hey, love. What do you wear when it's hot?
Where's your husband gone? Fishing?
Aye. He's left his bloody bait at home and all!
I'm makin' up for things I've said
Umpah, whoa, yeah, yeah
And mistakes to which they led
- Umpah, whoa, yeah, yeah - Hey, love! Show us your personality!
I shouldn't have gone away So I'm coming back today
Hey, Maurice. How's that tart of yours then?
- Who? Judith? - Aye.
Has she come across with the old, uh, one-two?
Now watch it, Frank. Just be careful whose bloody coattail you're pulling.
Oh, Maurice. You know I love you, don't you?
I'm not your flag to wave up and down the street.
You need stuffing, Maurice. You know that, don't ya?
Women. Bloody women.
Walking back to happiness
Again
Oh, here she comes. She's brought her mother with her.
- Hello. - Hello, love.
Uh, this is the tart I was telling you about.
Just listen to the way he talks about me. I think we'll come back when you've done.
You should have heard what he said a few minutes ago.
- How do, Judith? - Oh, he has told you me name then.
That and, uh, other things.
Hey. Watch it, Tarzan.
Oh, yeah. This is Pam.
- Hello. - How do you do?
- Hello, Pam. - Hello.
I saw your try this afternoon.
- I got a good pass. - Oh, isn't he modest?
- Would you like a drink? - Uh, gin and orange.
Gin and orange.
- Judith? - Gin and tonic, please.
Gin and tonic.
Hey, Keith! A little service, Keith. Come on. A little service.
And now, ladies and gentlemen...
are there any volunteers?
Is there anyone at all that can dance, sing, hum, show their muscles, do a striptease...
fan dance or bubble dance?
Come on, Maurice! Now's your chance! Go on!
Go on! Come on, Maurice!
Oh, I see we have a few of our City heroes here tonight...
including our old friend, Frank Machin.
Come along, Frank. Give a song.
Come on, Frank!
"Here in My Heart." "Here in My Heart."
- Right. Are you all right, Frank? - Right.
Put your mike up.
In a minute. In a minute.
Right.
Here in my heart
I'm alone and so lonely
Here in my heart
I just yearn for you only
Here in my heart
I long to hold you
Hold you so near
Ever close to my heart
So, darling
Say that you care
Take my love
I give gladly
Surely you know
I need your love so badly
Here in my heart
My life and my all, dear
Here in my life
And stay here in my heart
Hey. Come on. Get the door open.
There's not a bloody war on.
I'm sorry I'm late.
- It's all right. - Huh? It's all right then?
- You've been drinking. - Aren't you gonna ask me how we got on?
Why? Did you play football until this time then?
Oh, I've been out with the lads.
You know. Living.
- You must have had a hard time. - As a matter of fact, we did.
You're drunk.
You've come back here drunk.
That's no bloody crime.
You're not me mother.
Me something or other. What are you getting on about?
- Shh! - I tell ya.
I'd like it a lot...
if you'd let me call you Sunshine...
Margaret.
Sunshine.
Ian, don't go getting it all over your clothes.
- Lynda? - Yes, Mum?
- Where are you, love? - In the kitchen.
Oh, that's all right, then. I just wondered where you were.
Oh, I-I didn't know you were in.
I was just gonna make up the bed.
I'm off to work in half an hour.
I didn't hear you come in.
Never know where I am, what with the children on holiday.
- No, Frank, no! - It's all right.
- It's all right. It's all right. - No!
- Frank. No! - It's all -
Frank!
Mum.
Go away, Lynda.
- Go away, Lyn. - What are you doing, Mum?
Go on out to play, Lynda love.
- Mum! - Go away, Lynda!
Go away!
You're a man.
You're a bleedin' man!
Aren't you going to say anything?
You made a right bloody muck-up of that loose forward!
- Aye, he won't play again for six months. - Better watch out you don't get suspended.
What else could I do? What else could I do?
Look, this big character comes around the blind side every time there's a scrum.
I just stand in his way. He's never looking!
- Stand in his way! - I get me shoulder under his jaw. Oof!
- He goes down like a child. - He did!
I begin to count the times he came around that scrum - 14 times.
I must've hit every part of his face.
You should've seen him! Bradshaw, that's the name.
Aye, and the 15th time he came around they carried him off- flat out.
- He bloody were and all! - They could hear the crack all over grounds!
Just proves I'm a good defensive player.
- Hello, Charles! - Hello, Frank. How's it going?
Champion, Mr. Slomer. Champion.
I hope you're not giving too many trade secrets away.
- Have you changed your mind about Frank? - Oh, now, steady, John.
When Weaver first signed him, I thought we were making a mistake.
But I don't mind admitting it -
this big lad gives me as much pleasure on that football field as anybody can today.
Mind you, it's nothing like the old days, young man. Nothing like.
- Aye. - Oh, no, no, no. Course not.
- I hear you. - Hi, Ed.
I've noticed my photographs are getting a bit smaller lately.
- See to it, will you? - Now, then, Tiger.
And put a bit of a smile on my face when I'm scoring.
Hi, Maurice. What's up with you then?
Nothing. I'm just waiting for Judith.
Cop us two, Jack.
I try to take my pleasures quietly.
Uh, when I see those frogs gathered around, I just shoot 'em a line, that's all.
Oh, yeah, I brought your mail down from the ground.
Half a dozen. One a week's about my record.
Why don't you bring that woman of yours down here sometime, that Margaret?
She wouldn't come.
- Bloody schoolkids. - Why wouldn't she come?
She's a home bird.
You taking the jam out of somebody's sandwich without paying for it then?
Me?
No. She's a home bird. I've just told you. Now shut up.
Watch out with that tiger, Maurice. He'll snap your hand off.
- I can take care of him, Ed. - Watch it.
Hey, Maurice.
Maurice, read that.
Go on.
"Dear Frank Machin, Enjoyed watching you play...
"rare times I watch the game.
"Forgive me if-
"Perhaps you could drop by for a drink sometime this week.
"Wednesday afternoon might be suitable. Best wishes, Anne Weaver."
Anne Weaver?
Well, you're not going, are you?
Read the P.S.
"P.S. This doesn't mean bringing any of your rowdy teammates."
Is that meant to be a joke or something? You're not taking that seriously, are ya?
- Why not? I've got nothing to lose. - I wouldn't be so sure about that.
- She just thinks I'm good-looking, that's all. - Ah, give us a kiss, will ya?
Ah, don't come with that, Maurice.
Careful, Tarzan! What you doing to him?
Come on. I want some husband left, you know.
How do you mean, "husband"?
- Hasn't he told you? We just got engaged. - Ah, shut up!
Engaged? Ah, no wonder.
No wonder he's been so rough.
Lord help ya. Give us a kiss, love.
Congratulations, Maurice. When are they gonna start ringing them bells then?
We're planning on Easter.
You'll be laughing again yourself when it happens to you, Tarzan.
When it happens to me? I'll put up a bigger fight than that.
They're never satisfied, are they, Maurice? Women.
They don't frighten me, Maurice.
They don't frighten me.
- Happy Christmas. - Happy Christmas.
Oh, we're having a party on Christmas Eve. You'll be coming, of course.
We've got a match Christmas Eve. It's a Saturday. But I could come on afterwards.
Well, see you do then.
I suppose playing professional football you don't need a full-time job.
Not unless you're interested in the money.
- Are you, Frank? - I like to put it to good uses.
Like what, for example?
Well, like helping people out. Things like that.
Is that why you bought such a big car?
I must say, you've been very successful.
Well, it's like this, Mrs. Weaver.
You see something and you go out and you get it.
- It's as simple as that. - You make it sound very simple.
Do you like gardens?
- No. - Oh, Frank!
Have another drink.
Help yourself.
You're not playing football this afternoon, are you?
No.
I like you. You're like a big cat.
You're always moving. I've never seen anyone so restless.
Come and sit down.
I'm not so sure I should be here.
Oh, Frank, don't take that silly attitude.
Come and sit down.
Nothing's happened to upset you, has it?
No, nothing.
There's no need to feel awkward.
- I don't know. - Don't talk.
I think I ought to go.
Oh, why?
I thought you were behaving so nicely.
I don't think it's fair.
Oh! Fair.
You're not feeling, you know, out of your depth?
I might be.
Well, there's no need.
You can see -
It's not Mrs. Hammond, is it?
- Mrs. Hammond? - The woman you live with.
I lodge there.
Whatever way you like to put it. Is it her?
I've been thinking about Mr. Weaver.
Oh. I see.
- I think I'll go. - You're going?
Look, I think that-
There's no need to explain, Frank.
- You don't seem to understand. - Either come in or go!
Say it. Say it, say it, say it, say it.
Say it.
Why don't you say it?
Say what?
Say you've got some feeling for me.
Frank, I can't.
Not yet.
But you know me and how I've been to you.
I can't let my feelings go. Not again.
Not to have them cut off like Eric and...
everything gone in one person and - and dead.
You've got to give me time, Frank.
There may not be enough of us left to enjoy it by that time.
I don't know.
You might just want to hear me say it. You -
You might feel that's all you wanted and go away.
But you keep fighting me. I can't be that bad.
- When are you going to give us some peace? - I come upstairs with you, don't I?
But you make me feel I'm buying it, I'm just buying, and I'm not!
Well, that's me. That's how I am.
- I've nothing more to give you, Frank. - You don't mean that.
I wish you wouldn't work me up like this, telling me how I should feel.
If only you'd leave me alone a bit! You're so big, Frank. You're so stupid.
You don't give me a chance.
My God.
Oh, God.
Maurice!
Where's Maurice?
Maurice?
- Well, Machin, what do you want? - Hello, Frank.
Come in. We won't eat you.
Well, Gerald, aren't you going to offer a drink to this wild young man?
A, um -A whiskey will do.
Mrs. Weaver.
They're making a lot of noise downstairs.
The last time I open my house to this crowd. Every scruff in town seems to be here.
You've been in the wars this week, young man.
Right. I'll be all right. I'll be all right.
He'll have to learn he has to pay something for his ambition.
I think it spoils his looks, though.
Does it hurt, Machin?
No. I don't feel anything.
Take no notice of 'em, lad.
Mr. Slomer's your newest fan.
You seem to have the kind of charm that appeals to him.
I've noticed I'm not the only person who's found something of interest in Frank.
What do you mean by that?
Well, Gerald, there was even a time when you were very impressed by him.
I carried that boy. It was my back, nobody else's.
Are you trying to tell me that you've carried me or something?
Yes. From the very beginning.
I've played myself into that crummy team.
But you just don't appreciate how much help you've had, Frank.
Look, am I a good footballer, or am I not?
The only reason you're in that team now is because Mr. Slomer wants you there.
Oh, come now, Anne.
Anyway, I think Frank's had enough for one day. Oh.
See by my onion it's 11:30.
Time to be going.
I like to see Christmas in at home.
Don't bother to come down.
The young man'll see that I don't get into any trouble from your revelers.
Merry Christmas.
Tell me, Frank, have you been indulging...
in what I call Mrs. Weaver's weakness for social informalities?
That your business?
That's for you to decide.
No.
You been having a good season so far, Frank.
- Until today. - Huh?
- Until today. - Oh. I see what you mean.
Still, false teeth can be better-looking than the real thing sometimes.
What do you think mine are?
They look very neat.
Are they false or real?
False. But they could be real.
They're false.
You're in a tricky position with Weaver, you know.
I know he hasn't liked me for a bit.
He thought he had some sort of ownership over you.
He just doesn't like to see it taken away.
Still, you'll be all right as long as I'm there.
You understand what I mean?
Aye.
Right.
Well, I wish you a merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.
You're Frank Machin, aren't you?
You look different on the field.
Like a tiger.
You look pale. Aren't you well?
Am I a good footballer?
Let's go upstairs and find an empty room, eh?
For he's a jolly good fellow
And so say all of us
- And so say all of us - Amen!
For he's a jolly good fellow For he's a jolly good fellow
And so say all of us
For he's a jolly good fellow For he's a jolly good fellow
And so say all of us
- Hip! Hip! - Hooray!
If I was the marrying kind, old girl which, thank the Lord, I'm not, sir
The kind of man that I would wed would be a rugby fullback
He'd push hard, I'd push hard We'd both push hard together
We'd be all right in the middle of the night pushing hard together
If I were the marrying kind, old girl which, thank the Lord, I'm not, sir
- The kind of man that I would wed - Weaver!
You're a fifth-rate, gutless quack!
Which, thank the Lord, I'm not, sir
The kind of man that I would wed would be a rugby fullback
He'd kick hard, I'd kick hard We'd both kick hard together
It's late. Have you only just got back?
Frank, are you all right?
Aye. Aye.
I see you've had a visitor.
Two. Nobody you know.
- Who might that be? - Don't get so hoity.
Just because you don't know everybody in my life.
- It was Eric's sister and her husband. - I didn't know he had one.
Here.
What do you think of that?
What, is that -
Is that - Is that - Is that you?
It was before I met Eric.
- When was that then? - Oh, just at the end of the war.
We worked in an ordnance factory making bombs.
You should've seen us.
All women.
We had some times.
- You weren't married then. - No.
Had some chaps though.
We had some good fun together.
Aye. I'll bet you gave them a right runaround.
Tell no stories, tell no lies.
Good God, Frank. What have you done?
I - I-I don't look too good, do I?
I've aged 10 years. Do you reckon?
What have you been doing?
- Have you been fighting? - No, I - I got them broken.
The dentist pulled out the bits. Six bits, 10 guineas.
I'm in the wrong bloody business.
It's spoiled your looks.
So I've been told.
- By a girl? - Who else worries about me?
You went to Weaver's, then?
Aye.
You look ill, Frank. You oughtn't to have been out.
Here, what -what am I going to do...
with the presents for the kids?
Go on, go on.
Well, I'll take them up with me and put them in their stockings.
And I've - I've got yours here and all.
- You shouldn't have bothered. - Do you want it now?
What is it?
Well -
No, no. Leave it till the morning.
Don't spoil it.
Would you put the light out?
I'd never have guessed you made bombs.
Why-
Why don't you come to bed with me?
It’ll be cold, and I need looking after.
Thou knows Mother always goes to bed with Santa.
All right.
But just for Christmas, mind.
- All right, I'll make it five quid. - Watch your step there.
Five quid?
Come on. It's only money.
He's worried. You've got him worried, Maurice.
Course, he's a family man now, you know.
Aye, but whose bloody family, eh?
Stuff it, love, or I'll belt you right across that backseat!
Now, now! Just because we've got Frank in a corner.
All right, Maurice.
We'll see what you're made of. There's 10 quid there.
- Oh, bloody hell! - Stop the bus. I'm getting off here.
- I thought you said you were a friend of mine. - I am. I'm giving you all the money, aren't I?
- All right, I'll see you for 10 quid. - Whew.
What have you got?
Nothing much. Two pair.
Of kings.
Oh, bloody hell!
- I put the whole stinking bus on 'em. - I'm not greedy, Maurice.
- Thirty quid's enough. - She'll murder me.
- Who, Judith? - She bloody will and all.
Tell her it went to charity.
- You lucky bleeder. - Is that what you call it?
- It bloody is. - Come on, Ken. Do you want a hand?
I might.
Hope you know what you're doing with the cash.
- I can take care of it, Len. - Aye. But can it take care of thee?
Get stuffed, love.
Margaret!
I'm coming.
Come on down. I've got something to show you.
- We won't be back too late, Mrs. Farrer. - Oh. All right.
Look, why don't you pop out and get yourself something?
No, that's all right, Mr. Machin.
Well, I'll leave it here for you then.
Here she is.
Do you like it?
- It's beautiful, love. - Thanks.
- Wait a minute. Wait a minute. - What?
- Wait a minute. - It's not -
Let's put this on, just for a change.
Oh, no, Frank.
It's yours. It's here. It's nobody else's.
Oh, don't be so silly, Frank.
I want you to have it.
Look, it won't bite.
Frank, I can't.
Well, I can't wear it. Now, go on. Go on.
- Just for tonight, then? - Aye. Just for tonight.
At least that's a start.
Um... we won't be back late, Mrs. Farrer.
All right, love.
- Bye-bye for now, then. - Ta-ra.
Bye-bye.
I'm afraid this table's reserved, sir.
Huh. You're right. It is reserved.
For us.
- I'm sorry, sir. There is a nice table - - Look, why don't you get lost, love.
We could've gone to another table. He was only doing his job.
His what? You call that a job? Traipsing about like a 50-year-old tart?
Oh, thank you.
Good evening, madam. Oh, good evening, Mrs. Weaver, Mr. Weaver. Nice to see you.
- Hello, Tom. Keeping well? - Very well, thank you, sir. And you?
Will you be going straight in, sir, or will you order in the bar?
- Yes. Yes, I think we'll have a drink first. - Yeah.
- Good evening, madam. - Hello, Bruce.
Good evening.
And to follow, madam? Bird?
Duckling's nice this evening.
Or meat. A nice steak?
- Have you any roast meat? - Roast beef, madam.
- Yes. Some vegetables? - Cauliflower, roast potatoes.
Thank you very much, madam. And for you, sir?
Well, let's have a look.
I'll have, uh... a nice piece of steak, blood rare...
some cabbage and some potatoes.
- No soup, sir? - Aye, I'll have some soup.
- But make sure there's plenty of it. - Thank you very much, sir. Anything to drink?
- Yes. I think we'll have - - I'll send the wine waiter over, sir.
Well, what the bloody hell did you ask me for?
I bet he comes back with a plate of fried egg and bacon.
Watch you don't burn his whiskers, love.
- Shouldn't come if you're to behave like this. - We're paying for it, aren't we?
- That's all they're interested in. - No, it's not.
Not if you're going to act like a pig.
Well, if I'm a pig, what's this load of fat bastards around here then?
Frank, I've told you.
Now enjoy yourself. That's what this place is for.
I know how to handle these people.
How's it going, love?
- Have they burnt your custard? - Really!
These old ladies, you know, they're a bit past it.
Well, he didn't know quite what to say.
- Would you care to order now, sir? - Oh, thank you.
- Mrs. Weaver. - Thank you.
- Your table is already reserved for you, sir. - Thank you very much, Thomas.
Is that Frank Machin down there?
I don't think she's getting quite what she expected.
No. But then, does anybody with Machin?
Give us the bill, love.
- We're leaving. - Yes, sir.
- Can I have the fur coat, please? - Yes.
Poor thing. I feel almost sorry for her.
Is there anything wrong, sir?
I don't mind paying for what we haven't had. But has he added it up right?
I don't think your mate's very good at his sums.
- I don't think there's any mistake, sir. - Are you sure?
- Quite, sir. - Right. Good.
I just wanted to make certain.
Uh, this is for your trouble.
- Be careful how you spend it. - Thank you, sir.
Hello, Mr. Weaver.
Oh, night, Mr. Machin. Yeah, all right.
That was Mrs. Weaver, wasn't it, at the restaurant?
Aye.
Aren't you friends anymore?
- Who with? - Them.
No, I -
I've got no need for them.
You coming up?
Yes, in a minute.
I want you to dance with me!
Well, Frank, they've got a nice day for it.
- Aye. - You feeling fit for Saturday?
- Champion, Mr. Slomer. Champion. - That's the way.
We can't manage without Frank, you know.
Congratulations. Hope you both will be very happy.
Hey, what about me? Come on!
Aye.
- Aren't you gonna kiss her? - Go on!
I won't be a second, Margaret.
- Congratulations. - Thank you.
- Hey, Frank. - Congratulations, Maurice.
- Best of luck. - Thank you.
- Look after her. - Thank you very much.
Well done, Judith.
See he keeps up to it. No backsliding.
Oh, Frank!
Thanks, Frank.
Oh! Hello, Mr. Slomer. Hi.
Margaret.
What's the matter?
Why did you run off like that?
In front of all those people and that young girl.
It makes me ashamed.
Ashamed?
I'm a kept woman, Frank. How else do you expect me to feel?
Oh, my God.
It's no good, Frank-
that car, me all dressed up in a fur coat...
living in the same house as you.
If you deal with dirt, you look dirty. People have got eyes, you know.
You feel like dirt?
What do you think?
It sounds like you want to shove me off to some other woman.
I don't need to do that, do I? From what I've heard, you're never short of girls.
Well, if you think that, why do you stick with me still?
I reckon you'll leave me soon.
Well, that's the first I've ever heard of it -
me leaving.
I know how you are.
I thought you were beginning to feel happy.
Happy?
I could say something there, but I won't.
Well, go on, say it.
I'd like to hear you say it. I'd like to hear you say all of it.
You don't understand at all, do you?
You can always sell it, if you're so sure I'm leaving.
You can open a shop soon with all the stuff I've bought you.
You've given us nothing you haven't had to.
You don't seem to understand the reason I've done these things for ya.
Of course I do. You do it because it makes you feel good. It makes you feel big.
- You know how you like to feel big. - You don't appreciate one bloody thing I've done for you.
I've given you a life, a life better than any other woman on this street!
But you will not admit it!
Admit it? You must be mad. I can't lift my head up in the street...
without somebody pointing at me and saying I'm your slut!
- Who says that? - "Who says that?« Just listen to him.
They all laugh at you. They all point you out. Don't you know that? Trying to be different.
And they point me out too, and Ian, and Lynda.
We're not proper people now because of you...
because you show off every Saturday in front of thousands of them...
because you're -you're just a great ape on a football field.
Because you want me to be like them! You want me to crawl about just like the rest!
Well, just have a look at the rest. Have a right good look at them!
Take a right good look at the bloody people round here!
There isn't a bleeding man amongst 'em!
You're flat on your backs and the world crawls above ya!
Because they haven't got the guts! Do you understand that?
They haven't got the guts to stand up and to walk about like me!
Shout as much as you like, but just get out of here.
I don't want you in my house anymore.
You know you need me. Why don't you admit it?
- Leave me alone! - I won't leave you alone!
Not until you admit it!
Margaret, what's the matter? Margaret?
Leave me alone.
Aren't you well?
Can't you get it into your head?
We don't need you.
I don't understand her.
I don't understand what she wants from me.
A great ape on a football field.
That's what she called me.
A great ape on a football field.
That's about what we are, isn't it?
She makes me feel like that.
She makes me feel clumsy.
Awkward and big and...
stupid.
She makes me feel like -
She makes me feel like...
I crush -
I - I crush everything.
Maybe you're too rough on her. Some women can't stand it, you know.
- Hello, Frank. - Hello, Maurice.
Say, you took a bit of a knock last week.
Reckon it takes something to lay you out.
Aye, see you do better next Saturday.
That's what they think of me, isn't it? A great ape on a football field.
They want someone to act big, because they haven't got the guts to do it themselves.
They want a hero, and I am. I am a hero.
But she won't admit it.
Do you understand that?
She needs me, Maurice, but she will not admit it.
That's all right. But you can't be like that to a - to a woman.
Maurice.
Maurice, I -
I'm not going to be a footballer forever.
I need something...
for good.
Something permanent.
And you reckon it's her?
Grab my hand.
I can love someone, can't I?
I can, can't I?
I can.
Perhaps she's the wrong one.
I need her.
She's the one thing that makes me feel wanted.
I can't lose her.
You'd better see a doctor.
I'm just tired.
Are you going now, or in the morning?
I'm not going at all.
- What is it you want to make you go? - I want nothing that you've got.
I'm staying.
Thank God. There's one part of my life you've never touched.
You mean Eric?
He's the one thing you can't touch. And he's the one really good thing.
Well, let's all get down on our knees and pray for the good soul of Eric Hammond.
The father of this house!
- How he must hurt you. - Well, come on. Come on, then.
Let's put his bloody boots right back in the hearth!
You don't know. You don't know. You don't know!
If ever I've seen a crazy thing in my life, that's it.
I know enough about you to keep you in a rubber room for the rest of your life!
You know nothing about Eric, or me! You know nothing about Eric!
I know he put a file through his guts!
And you made him so happy, he went and killed himself!
You want to kill me!
Eric is dead. You understand that? Eric is dead!
- You make me feel I'm nothing! - I want you!
No, you want to crush me, but I won't let you...
'cause I'm the one thing you can't have like everything else!
- I want you! - I want you to go!
- I need you! - I want you to go! I want you to go!
I want you to go!
- Get out! Get out! - Margaret!
Oh, please! Please leave me alone!
- I can't. - Leave me alone!
I can't. I can't.
I love you.
I want you to go!
All right, I'm going.
And that's the last you'll ever see.
You're not in any trouble, are you?
I'll take your word for it. I don't mind who I take. I'm not choosy.
But any trouble, and no, thank you.
That's why I gave you that queer look when you came in just now.
I always give that look if I think people might cause trouble.
I find it puts them off.
Does Johnson still live here?
He went a while ago.
This is yours.
You'll be all right here, Whacker.
You got a lock on that? It’ll be all right.
These two alarm clocks are a bit nippy, but they're nice when you know 'em.
Down here for a holiday?
By the by, is that your car out there?
I meant to tell you, Whacker, the nippers are mustard round here.
It'll be all spare parts if you leave it too long.
If you want it clean, then I'll do it for a dollar.
Wake up-
It’ll be all right now. Come on.
Is that you? Is that you, Frank?
You dirty bastard.
Mr. Machin?
Mr. Machin.
If it's Mrs. Hammond, she's been taken ill. She's in the hospital.
I've got Lynda and Ian with me.
What?
Mrs. Hammond. She's been taken ill.
What is it?
It's an attack. Some sort of an attack.
I've got Lynda and Ian here with me.
Where is she?
It's the County.
It were just a couple of days. I- I-
She's badly.
It's a hemorrhage on the brain, I'm afraid.
- Is that serious? - Serious?
Oh, yes, it's serious.
I mean, she won't die, will she?
I'm afraid I can't say.
She's weak. She's weak all through.
To be frank, she hasn't the strength.
And more important, I doubt if she even has the will.
Where is she?
I think you'd better leave her now, Mr. Machin.
Margaret.
Margaret, it's nothing.
It's nothing at all.
It's nothing, Margaret.
You're all right.
You're -You're all right.
You're going to be all right, Margaret.
You're going to be all right now.
You're safe.
You're safe, Margaret.
Margaret?
You can't go like this.
You can't leave me.
You mustn't be mean.
Margaret.
Margaret, you can't leave me.
You can't.
Mustn't be mean, Margaret.
Doctor!
She's gone.
Sorry.
No.
No, she's not.
No!
Margaret.
Oh, Margaret. Marg -
Margaret!
Come on, Machin!
Get a bloody move on!