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- Taken a shine to your new customers? - I haven't taken a shine to no one.
Don't look like that to me.
- Short with the rent, are you? - Still, sitting here won't get it paid.
I'll pay you back tomorrow. Honest.
You'll get entangled with one of them creatures if you're not careful.
- I love you, Jenny. - You couldn't love me.
Cos of what I am.
- Why didn't you turn up? - Suppose I couldn't get away, dear.
I'm willing to go on with you, Jenny, but if you can't bother to keep your dates, that's it.
I'm not gonna go trailing round after prostitutes.
Ever so sweet when she ain't been drinking.
- Would you come away with me on holiday? - Course I will.
Where do you get all your money from?
I haven't got any. That's the funny part.
..you do seem to be with drawing rather a lot lately.
- I'll pay it back. - Money don't matter.
I just want you to get a job and sort yourself out.
Three o'clock, Victoria station.
Twenty Thousand Streets Under the Sky (2005)
- Guv? - Yeah?
- Can I have a word? - Course you can.
The thing is, you know I'm going to Brighton tomorrow?
Yeah.
I don't know what I was thinking about but I've left myself a bit short.
- How much do you want? - 25?
- That's a bit steep, Bob. - I know Guv, but.. I really need.
- 25? - I've got it in the bank.
Look.
25's all you've got.
I know that, but... Please, Guv.
I hope to know you doing lan... - Of course I do, Guv.
- She must be quite something. - Oh, she is. Loveliest girl I've ever met.
Well, seeing as it's Christmas.
¶ You always stir my imagination
¶ Sometimes it borders on fantasy
¶ And sometimes I find visions flash through my mind
¶ Close to reality
¶ Night, a soft guitar
¶ A hidden lane, a moon
¶ And here and there a star
¶ For a man and his dream
¶ And their eyes when they meet
¶ Seem to say it's sublime
¶ And their hearts proudly beat
¶ To a tune that is older than time
Part 2 The Siege of Pleasure: Jenny's Story
¶ And their eyes when they meet
¶ Seem to say it's sublime
¶ And their hearts proudly beat
¶ To a tune that is older than time ¶
Evening, dearie.
- Do you want me? - Depends how much.
Depends what you fancy.
All night's a fiver. You'll have to book a hotel cos I ain't got a flat.
- What about four quid? - Haven't you got a fiver?
Four or nothing.
Suppose I'll have to.
Chilly in here, ain't it?
Take your hat off, darling.
Can't do nothing with you in an 'at.
I've seen you before, ain't I?
No, I don't think so.
I have, you know.
Hm. Come back to me in a minute.
Surprising how many nice men you meet in this game.
Another man...he was so sweet.
I let him go.
Santa bring you anything nice, did he?
- 'Fraid not. - Certainly gave my chimney a miss.
Didn't see a soul yesterday.
It's not that I ain't got mates, cos I have, but they was doing other things.
Course, you're always meeting people in my line of business, but you still get lonely.
- What sort of business are you in? - Me? Have a guess.
I don't know. But you look the business sort.
- Do I? - Oh, yeah.
Well, as it happens, I'm in motors.
- Motors, eh? - Mm.
Now, that must be very interesting.
Well, it is...interesting enough.
Not as interesting as certain others, though.
- Wicked old town, ain't it? - Mm.
Of course. I remember.
What?
Where we met.
Where was that, then?
Don't matter.
You're a bad little girl, aren't you?
How did you get like that?
Now, that would be telling, wouldn't it?
Took a wrong turning, did you?
I took to drink, see?
Ah. Now, that is naughty.
Ain't it just?
Now, come on, darling.
Let's get started.
Mm.
- Mm. - Mm, yeah. That's nice.
Mm. Good boy.
Nice and slow.
"Three years earlier"
Ah. You are...
- Miss Maple? - Yes, madam.
Do come in.
She's starting today, Bella. Surely you remember.
- You found us all right, then? - Yes, madam.
It was quite easy. I came by the 27 bus.
It's just a threepenny ride.
You live up in Hackney, don't you?
- No, madam. Camden Town. - Camden Town. Of course.
- Over a pet shop. - A pet shop! Oh, how lovely!
It smells a bit but it serves its purpose.
Now, Jane... It is Jane, isn't it?
Yes, madam. Though most people call me Jenny.
Jenny! Oh, that's very pretty.
- Though you couldn't hardly say it's for short. - No, I suppose you couldn't.
Er...sorry.
Then we shall call you Jenny. We'll start at the top, shall we?
Our brother spends most of his time upstairs.
He's very deaf and rather slow.
So one has to sound the gong...loudly
five minutes before actually laying the table,
so that by the time one is ready to serve,
he should just be reaching his chair.
- Yes, madam. - He's a doctor.
Now, it's of the utmost importance, Jenny,
that you remember his special dietary requirements.
Yes, madam. He's a vegetenarian, isn't he?
That's right.
- Oh! - Very nice, Jenny.
- We'll ring when we want you. - Yes, madam.
- Beautifully done, Jenny. - Make a nice change, don't they, madam?
- Where did you learn to cook like that? - My aunt, madam.
I expect you have some young man eating his heart out for you.
Bella, you'll embarrass the poor creature.
- Not just at present, madam. - There will be soon, I'm sure.
I daresay, madam, but I think there's plenty of time for that, don't you?
- What did she say? - Nothing, Robert.
- Such a pretty little thing. - I know.
That's what makes me wonder.
- What did she say? - Nothing, Robert.
- That was very good work, Jenny. - Yes, madam. Thank you, madam.
- Half past eight tomorrow morning? - Yes, madam.
On the dot.
- You'll be coming to live in on Saturday. - Yes, madam.
- Good night. - Good night, madam.
Goodbye!
- What a treasure! - I rather think she is.
- How did you get on? - Oh, ever so well. They ain't half nice, Tom.
- I expect it'll be a bit of all right. - Looks like it.
Come on.
¶ You were meant for me
¶ I was meant for you
¶ Nature fashioned you and when she was done
¶ You were always three things rolled up in one
¶ You're like... ¶
What's the matter with you?
I love you, Jen. That's what's the matter with me.
Don't be so silly.
¶ For I confess... ¶
- When'll I see you again? - Well...
- What about tomorrow? - All right.
But it'll be later and I'll probably have Violet with me. I'm meeting her in Hammersmith.
- You shouldn't hang around with her. - What do you mean?
She ain't the sort you should be hanging around with.
- What sort's that? - Thinks of nothing but boys, that sort.
No, she ain't.
- What time, then? - Dunno. About half eight?
Right, then. Half eight. I'll meet you at Camden Town.
Good night, Tom. That was very enjoyable.
- Jen, I want to kiss you. - Just the one, mind.
- Good boy. - Thanks, Jen.
So long.
¶ I'm building my whole world round you
¶ For heaven sent you
¶ And meant you to be
¶ A sweet, adorable someone
¶ For no one else
¶ But me ¶
Enter.
- Good night, then, madam. - Same time tomorrow?
Yes, madam.
A treasure.
Yes. Isn't she?
Makes up, of course.
I noticed that.
But then they all do nowadays.
What happened to that pale boy you was walking out with?
- What pale boy? - You know, that pale boy.
- Tom? - That's him.
- Me walking out with Tom? - You go about with him, don't you?
Sometimes, but that ain't walking out with him.
- He's consumptive, ain't he? - Tom? Course he ain't.
- Who told you that? - I heard he's inclined that way.
He looks it, don't he?
Your trouble, Vi, is you can't think of nothing but boys.
It's a wonder I do what I do with what I've got to work on.
But you, you're pretty as a picture.
- Pardonnez-moi. - You didn't half give me a turn!
- Was you going anywhere, by any chance? - No, we ain't. Was you?
No. I'm Reginald, commonly known as Rex.
Rex. Ooh, I say.
- And this is my chum Andy. - Good evening, Andy.
What would you two girls say to a little liquid refreshment?
- All for it. - All right, then. Chop chop.
Violet.
The usual spot. Straight through. Lovely.
Waiter.
- So, what you having? - What you having, Jenny?
- I dunno. - Come on, girls, make your minds up.
Well, er...I'll have a Guinness.
- Guinness? - What's wrong with a Guinness?
A port, please, Rex. Thank you very much.
Same here. You gonna have a port, Andy? You sure you won't change your mind?
Well... Perhaps I'll have a port too.
Four ports, please. And you might bring some biscuits.
Ever such a nice place.
- Ain't bad, is it? - No, not for Hammersmith.
- A bit historical, ain't it? - When knights were bold.
I'll say!
Mm. Better not get blotto. We're going on to a dance after.
- That's what you says. - I've got to go.
- No, you ain't. - I promised to be at Camden Town by 8:30.
- You ain't, have you? - Have you?
Yes, I have. I'll have to be off directly I finish this.
- You don't have to be anywhere. - Yes, I have, by half past eight.
- Who is he, then? - Never you mind.
- Some people are funny. - Yes, they are.
Well, drink that and then see how you feel.
We don't want to lose you, you know. Ooh. It's like Charley's Aunt, my nose.
- Why? - Still running.
Excuse my dirty hands.
- They're not dirty. - They get filthy doing what I've been doing.
Mucking about with one's car all afternoon.
- Oh, yeah. That must get you dirty. - It does an' all.
- You got a car, then? - Course I have. What do you think?
Just wondered.
I keep meaning to get rid of it but somehow I never get round to it.
You fond of motoring, are you?
- Oh, yeah. Um...very fond, really. - Oh.
Especially in the summer months.
- I'll take you out one of these days. - Oh, I'd like that.
- Waiter. - Oh, not for me.
Four more ports, please.
- Where do you live? - Chiswick. Well, shall be shortly.
In business over there, are you?
- Not exactly. In with two old ladies. - She's in service. Don't know how she sticks it.
- Pretty girl like you don't want to do that. - Got to live, ain't you?
Oh, yeah, but that ain't the way for a beautiful girl like you.
- I don't see what that's got to do with it. - No, not for a girl like you.
- So what would you suggest? - Ooh...well...
You ought to be a model.
- Ooh. - That's what you ought to be.
- Find me a job, then. - I'll find you one all right.
- I bet. - My friend Ned Hall'll give you one like a shot.
- Go on! - Yeah. He's my oldest pal, is Ned.
Known him since he was in knickerbockers.
He's got four to five shops round here and two up west.
- What sort of shops? - Ladies' wear.
Well, I shall have to think about it.
You certainly should, cos you're cut out for it.
Why do you keep looking at that clock?
- I've got to go. - Ain't as important as all that, is he?
No, he ain't very important.
Come on.
What would it consist of, like?
Wearing dresses.
You'd have to look after the customers a bit but you wouldn't mind that.
- I wouldn't mind that. - It's good screw too.
Between three and four quid a week.
- Here's to it. - It's very kind of you, I must say.
Thank you.
So, er...what you gonna do in return for me, eh?
Dunno. What do you want?
Hm. It's not what I want but what you got to give.
Well, that depends.
I'll tell you what you can do for me.
- What's that? - Have another glass of port.
That's not so difficult.
- There's a good girl. - Don't know about that.
Hey, you're right there. Naughty little girl, ain't you?
- Hot little baby straight from Paris. - What an idea!
All tied up in pink ribbon and made for love, eh?
So who's the lucky fella?
- There ain't none. - Ain't there?
- What about yours truly? - You?
Why not?
- I shall have to think about it. - You could do worse.
You and me are gonna get to know each other a whole lot better, believe me.
I'll show you how to live.
- Life with a capital L. I'm a past master. - I bet you are.
You don't want to work for those two old fossils. Hm?
You stick with me, girl. Treat me right and I'll give you anything.
- See, all I want's a pal. - It's all I want an' all.
As soon as I clapped eyes on you I knew you was the girl for me.
Some girls take everything, they do.
Scheming bitches, the lot of 'em.
But you're different.
You can be my little pal.
It's all I want, a pal, a mate.
- That's what a girl should be, a chap's chum. - That's right.
A bit of sympathy, that's all I want, Jenny.
That's why I like you, because you're sympathetic.
We're gonna paint the town red, eh, Andy?
Oh, poor little Andy. Won't he kiss his moll?
- Won't he kiss his poor old moll? - Go on, give him a kiss.
You want to keep in with that Andy. Rex said he's loaded.
- Got a garage in Twickenham. - My little beauty.
Oh, listen to him.
You dirty bugger!
Let's go on the common.
- What common? - Barnes Common.
- What for? - You know what for.
- What do you think I am? - You want that job, don't you?
- Oi, who's for another drink? - Me!
That's the spirit, eh? Mwah!
- You all right, princess? - You all right?
Course I'm all right.
- Get us another. - That's my girl.
- Little devil. - Jenny?
Jenny!
- What are you doing here? - Come on, Jen. Come with me.
- Been sneaking on me, have you? - I ain't.
- You've got to get out of here. - Let go of me.
Come with me. It's for your own good.
Get outside.
- So? What do you want? - Come with me, Jen.
- What are you trembling for? - I ain't.
- Seen a ghost or something? - I love you, Jen.
What you playing at, sneaking on me?
- It's for your own good. You're drunk, Jen. - I ain't.
You've got to be up in the morning or you'll lose your job.
Suppose I don't want the flamin' job.
- Suppose I got a better one. - Jen.
I ain't skivvying for a couple of old relics.
I don't want their filthy job. And I don't want you neither.
I'm sick of the sight of you. And I'll tell you something else.
You ought to be in hospital cos you're infectious.
You're consumptive, ain't you?
You got TB, ain't you? That's your trouble.
So I don't want you hanging round me, see? And that's final.
Got that?
Where you been?
Bit of business I had to attend to.
- Who's the fella? - Nice, ain't he? Talking about cars, they are.
We're going for a spin.
A little something to keep out the cold.
Thank you very much.
Tastes better the second time around.
Oh, you're right.
Here she is.
Don't tell no one, but I ain't ever been in a motor before.
Who would have thought he had such a big one!
I'm by the driver.
- Who are you pushing? - Oh, shut your mouth!
Where you taking us?
To the end of the earth, my dear.
Oh, I say! I ain't been there before!
Go on, Andy, let her rip!
Come on, step on it!
That's right, step on it!
Step on it!
Beauty! What a bleedin' beauty!
Come on. Faster, faster.
Watch out!
You've hit him! Stop the car, will you? You've killed him!
Stop the car, for God's sake!
Stop the bleedin' car!
Oh, for God's sake, stop!
Stop! Stop!
- Excuse me. - Hello.
Do you know where my dress is, please?
- Haven't you got it? - No.
Must be somewhere. I'll have a look.
- Can you tell me where I am, please? - My flat. Richmond.
- How did I get here? - I brought you.
Was I...drunk?
Oh, yes.
- There were an accident, weren't there? - Yes.
- Was anyone hurt? - Don't know.
- I'll look for your dress. - Right.
- Thank you. - You'll be staying for breakfast, won't you?
I've got to get to work. It must be getting late.
You've time for a bite, surely?
- I've got to get to Chiswick. - I can take you in the motor.
I'll run you a bath.
¶ Somewhere the sun is shining
¶ So, honey, don't you cry
¶ We'll find a silver lining
¶ The clouds will soon roll by
¶ Just wait until tomorrow
¶ What a happy day that will be
¶ Down lovers' lane together
¶ We'll wander, you and I
¶ Goodbye to stormy weather
¶ The clouds will soon roll by ¶
I'm in the bath.
- Would a boiled egg do you? - What?
Oh... Yes...thank you.
One or two?
One, please. Thank you.
I'll have to get it myself. The blasted skivvy's down with flu.
Found your dress, by the way.
Oh... Thank you.
Shall I...heave it in?
Will you leave it outside, please?
Didn't half go at it last night, didn't we?
Yes, we did. I'm feeling absolutely foul.
I ain't ever done anything like that before. Have you?
Oh, yes, I'm afraid to say.
- Awful about that accident, weren't it? - Ghastly.
- Reckon he was hurt, that bloke on the bike? - Must have been.
- You don't think he was killed? - I hope not.
- We should have gone back. - Too late now.
- What if they find out? - Aren't you going to eat that?
No, thank you.
Would you mind if I have it? I'm rather ravenous this morning.
But if they did find out, what would happen?
One can get jailed for that sort of thing nowadays, that's the trouble.
Are you all right?
One does tend to feel a bit peaky after a binge like that.
Still, we weren't driving, so I wouldn't worry too much.
That's right, we weren't, so they couldn't do much to us, could they?
- I don't expect so. - You don't seem that bothered.
One has to be philosophical.
Last night...
Did we, like...
do much?
Funny little thing, aren't you?
Ah. The newspaper.
Have they reported it?
- Well, have they? - I don't think they have.
- Oh, thank God for that. - Oh, hang on.
What? What's it say?
- Nothing too bad. - What?
- The police are appealing for witnesses. - Oh, my God!
- Don't worry, there wasn't a soul around. - What if there was?
There wasn't.
What about the bloke on the bike?
A few broken bones.
Nothing a bit of plaster won't put right.
God, you look ropey.
I'm feeling pretty bloody myself.
I reckon we could both do with a stiff one, eh?
I've got to get to work.
You can be a little bit late, can't you? What sort of work is it?
I'm with two old ladies.
I'm a skivvy.
Oh.
That's a strong one, ain't it?
The only thing on occasions like this.
Do you know what the time is, please?
Five and twenty past ten. Have a sip. Go on.
Perk you up, believe me.
- Do you really have to go? - Course I do.
- Can't you telephone them? - They ain't on the telephone.
- Then send them a wire. - Saying what?
- Well, you can make something up, surely. - Yes, I can, if I want to be out of a job.
- It's not that important. - You don't seem to realise the trouble I'm in.
I don't see that you're in any trouble.
- I'd like to know what trouble is, then. - It can't be as bad as all that.
Bad enough, what with the accident an' all.
We can't do anything now.
Is that warming you up?
I told you it'd make you feel better.
Ever so good, ain't it?
Oh, no, I couldn't. I've got to go.
Look, why not spend the day with me? Forget about work, eh?
I can't.
We could go and have lunch at the Clarendon.
The Clarendon?
Somewhere else, if you'd prefer.
- But I'd lose my job. - You can find another one, can't you?
But I ain't got no money.
I could let you have some. How much?
- I couldn't take money. - You could.
Would ten pounds be any good?
We'll lunch at the Clarendon and then go and rest our weary heads at the pictures, hm?
Come on. What do you say?
Well...
I might think about it.
That's my girl.
I love a fire, don't you?
I always say there's nothing like a fire.
I could stare at it for hours.
Seeing pictures.
Castles in the air.
¶ You go to parties, you have your flings
¶ I hope you'll never regret
¶ You go to parties to dance and sing
¶ I do the same to forget
¶ And when I look at a couple in love
¶ I watch them with envy and keep thinking of
¶ Happy-go-lucky you
¶ And broken-hearted me ¶
- Has she come yet? - Not yet.
Oh, well. Not to worry.
I've always fancied the Clarendon.
Seen pictures of it in magazines.
Jean Harlow eats there... when she's over here, like.
And Charlie Chaplin.
What film you got in mind?
Any one in particular?
I heard there was ever such a good one at the Plaza.
I'd better be off.
Yes.
You said you was gonna give me some money.
You can see yourself out, can't you?
Five pounds? You said ten.
- That's plenty. - It ain't enough.
It's all you're getting.
Now trot along like a good girl.
I'm not at my most sociable at this time of day.
It ain't enough.
You're becoming very tiresome.
I'll lose my job.
¶ I'll never be the same
¶ Stars have lost their meaning for me
¶ I'll never be the same
¶ Nothing's what it once used to be
¶ And when the songbirds sing
¶ Tell me it's spring
¶ I can't believe their song
¶ Once I was king
¶ But kings can be wrong
¶ I'll never be the same
¶ Never be the same again ¶
Sod it!
Never mind, dear.
Better luck next time.
Feeling sorry now, ain't you?
- I'm all right. - Got to go home?
Yes.
Married, are you?
Bet you'll tell her a fine story.
- You know I said I'd seen you before? - Mm.
I remember exactly where it was.
- Oh, yes? - I even remember your name.
Andy, ain't it?
How do you know that?
You was in a car accident with me.
What of it?
We ran over a man on a bike, didn't we?
- Did we? - And you drove on, didn't you?
- So? - Nothing.
- Bit funny meeting you again like this, though. - Yes, I suppose it is.
- Did the police ever get on to it? - Not that I know of.
Cos they were definitely looking for witnesses.
It was in the paper, weren't it? One of them unsolved crimes.
- What are you getting at? - Oh, nothing.
You're not trying to blackmail me or anything silly like that, are you?
Oh, no.
But I do think you might give me that extra quid to make it up to a fiver, like.
Forget it. I'll fetch a copper if you're not careful.
Oh, yeah?
Getting a bit flustered, ain't you?
Hm?
There. That do you?
Very nicely, ta.
- Ain't you gonna kiss me? - I'm in a hurry.
Oh, come on. Come and give me a kiss goodbye.
There's a good boy.
I hope it was worth it.
Next time Ella's Story
I happen to have two tickets for the new play at the Apollo...
..and I was wondering if you'd like to come.
What about that young fellow in the pub? Bob, you mean?
But there's nothing between you?
- By the way, I saw you last night. - Did you?
Yeah, with that Eccles fella. Bob isn't interested in me.
- And I'm not interested in him. - Aren't you? Good heavens, no.
- You've got your girl to think about. - What girl?
Well... if you ain't got one now, I expect you will one day.
I daresay I will...
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