29.97 English
¶ Day by day you're learning how to care
¶ Day by day a sweeter love affair
¶ Slow but sure you're answering my prayer
¶ Day by day ¶
Twenty Thousand Streets Under the Sky (2005)
Part 1 The Midnight Bell: Bob's Story
My dear.
Usual?
- Thank you, madam. - Thanks very much.
¶ You haven't any sympathy
¶ First you come and bring
¶ Happiness to my heart
¶ Then, you funny thing
¶ You go and tear it right apart ¶
- Is that one or two pints of Burton? - Um...one.
Ta.
- Good evening, Mr Eccles. - Good evening.
- Good evening, Ella. - Evening, Mr Eccles.
- You're looking very smart tonight. - It's funny you should say that.
It crossed my mind this morning that this hat has seen better days.
- Old favourite, eh, Mr Eccles? - But in the first stages of dilapidation, I fear.
Good evening, ladies. What can I get you?
- What do you think, Ella? - I'm sorry, Mr Eccles?
My hat. Past its prime, do you think?
Well, I suppose a new one wouldn't do any harm.
I'll have a Bass. What you having?
Come on, have something.
- My friend's not very well. - Indigestion, is it?
- That's right. - What you want's a gin and peppermint.
- Would that help? - Nothing like it.
- Taken a shine to your new customers? - I haven't taken a shine to no one.
Don't look like that to me.
Here you are. That'll see you right.
I hope so.
- I don't suppose you're ever ill. - I keep fit enough.
- You look well anyhow. - I'll tell you who he looks like.
- That man we saw in the pictures. - Antonio Moreno.
Yes, that's right. Ain't half like him, ain't he?
- Waiter. - Only not so soppy.
- Antonio Moreno. - You are, though.
- He is, ain't he? - Wish I had some of his money.
- He's a Spaniard, ain't he? - No, Italian.
- You're not Italian, are you? - Me? No.
- Waiter. - I wonder you don't go in films...waiter.
I'm surprised at you, Bob. Talking to those prostitutes.
- What's wrong with them? - What's wrong?
- A lady's got to live. - Don't you tell me.
How's the drink?
Very nice, thanks. I'm feeling much better.
- That's the ticket. - I'm always getting these funny attacks.
- You probably don't get enough exercise. - Like physical jerks?
I don't know about that, but you could do a bit of walking.
I do plenty of walking, thank you very much.
- I suppose so. - I guess I've got to do some more tonight.
- Have you? - Yeah, I have. You ask my landlady.
- Short with the rent, are you? - You bet.
Still, sitting here won't get it paid.
Ooh, I don't feel right.
- You ought to be in bed. - You're right there.
- I wish I could help. - All it is is eight and sixpence.
- That's not much. - It's too much for me.
- I'll give it you. - What?
- Got money to throw away? - I'd like to.
- I wouldn't think of it. - You can pay me back.
Go on, let me. Then you can go to bed and get better. Please?
- Well...if I pay it back tomorrow? - Whenever you like.
All right, then. You do know how grateful I am, don't you?
- No need to be. - Well, I am, and that's a fact.
I'll see you outside.
Waiter!
- I don't want all that. - It's yours.
I'll pay you back tomorrow. Honest.
- If you ever need any help... - Let's hope I won't, eh?
- Well, good night, then. - Good night.
Sleep well.
- Bob? - Hello.
- What's the time, Bob? - About half past.
- Well, Bob? - Well, Ella?
- Brushing his precious hair. - That's right.
I'm surprised at you, Bob. Talking to those creatures.
- You and your John O'London's Weekly. - What's wrong with it?
Nothing, Bob. Glad to know you've got such literary tastes.
- Any plans for this afternoon? - Dunno. Little stroll if the weather holds.
Decline And Fall Of The Roman Empire. Have you read this?
- Almost. - I say!
- That's the first volume. There's six more. - What did he want to write all that for?
- I couldn't tell you. - Hm.
Oh. I suppose I'd better decline and fall downstairs.
See you.
A woman's hair is her crowning glory, Ella.
Why don't you grow it like a sensible girl, hm?
- It would increase your charms a thousandfold. - Thank you, Mr Sounder.
- Not that any increase is required. - We all have to keep up with the fashion.
That there Prince of Wales, fallen off his horse again.
- Break his neck one of these days. - He will.
That boy.
Oh. Quiet this morning.
As a matter of fact, I've submitted a letter to the Evening News
on the topic of women's hair
which, I am pleased to say, they've had the courtesy to print in today's edition.
Page five, if you get a moment.
Oh. I'll look forward to that, Mr Sounder.
And that deposit gives a balance of 80 pounds precisely.
- Thank you, sir. - Thank you.
You make a lovely fire, do you know that?
Thank you.
- Good evening. - Evening, Mr Eccles.
- Your usual, is it? - Yes, I'll have my usual.
- Oh, well. - Oh, well, what?
- What? - Just "Oh, well, what?"
Oh.
You said, "Oh, well," so I said, "Oh, well, what?"
- Well, one often says, "Oh, well," doesn't one? - Does one?
- What are you doing in there, Bob? - What's up?
Nothing.
¶ My romance, it started on the spot
¶ Without the aid of stars or moon
¶ A look, a smile, a sigh
¶ I still can't figure why
¶ But that's how my romance began ¶
Let's go.
Well, I never.
Hello.
- What are you doing round here? - Oh, just...
Well...
Toodle-oo.
Fancy a drink?
- Here we are. - After you.
Careful, Ella.
There you are.
- I'm glad we bumped into each other. - Why's that, then?
- So's I can give you back that money. - Forget it.
Were you gonna come back, then? To the pub, like.
- Sure. - I bet you weren't.
I was.
- I like music, don't you? - Yes.
Especially them waltzes and all those sad ones.
- Don't you? - Yeah.
- Gets you thinking of the past. - Don't want to get thinking of that.
Why not?
Well, you know.
I suppose the future's what's important.
- I must give you that ten shillings. - No. No.
- Go on. - Put it away.
- Go on. - No.
Well, if that's what you want.
Why are you so good to me?
What would your girl think if she saw you with me?
- I haven't got a girl. - I bet.
- I haven't, really. - I bet she's lovely.
- I tell you, I haven't got one. - Lovelier than me, eh?
I bet she's a good girl too.
- Aren't you a good girl? - Hardly, dear.
I bet you'll marry her. Settle down. She'll look after you.
- Darn my socks. - That's right.
Sweet little wife.
You won't be able to see me any more.
- So you're only my temporary girl? - Yes.
Ain't never much more than temporary, I guess.
And who are you gonna marry?
The Prince of Wales. Ain't you heard?
- So where are you going? - Me? Suppose I've got to hang about.
Oh. When shall I see you?
- I'll pop in one evening. Tomorrow. - Will you?
- About seven, all right? - Right. About seven, then.
Yeah.
- Good night, dear. - Good night.
- Ain't you really got a girl? - I said, didn't I?
- What was you getting up to last night? - Knocked around the West End a bit.
- Meet your lady friends, did you? - I don't know what you mean.
You'll get entangled with one of them creatures if you're not careful.
Waiter!
- There you go. - Thank you very much, sir.
None of your friends in tonight, Bob?
And what friends would they be?
- Two quid. - I haven't got that much.
Forget it.
- Fancy meeting you here. - Fancy.
- All right, are you? - So-so.
Wondering why I ain't been in?
I never noticed. I've been too busy.
- The week's gone just like that. - Ain't it just?
- So why haven't you been in? - I've been busy too, dear.
- Must be off. - Must you?
- Afraid I must. - Can't we just have a quick drink?
Well...maybe just the one.
- Fancy you meeting me like that. - Yeah.
That's ever such a nice dress you've got on.
- It ain't half bad. - Suits you like anything.
- I got it in Paris. - You've been to Paris?
Yeah. Spent two weeks there.
- How did you manage that? - Oh, a chap took me.
- They don't half jabber over there. - Do they?
Jabber, jabber, jabber all the time.
- I don't like foreigners. - They're not foreigners in their own country.
But they are, though, ain't they?
- Can you speak French? - A bit.
I picked up a bit when I was there.
Couchez avec moi ce soir.
That's French. It means "Where are you going, dearie?" or something like that.
No, it doesn't.
- So what does it mean, then? - It means..."Sleep with me tonight."
Same thing, ain't it?
I've been having a rotten time of it, I tell you.
- It's a funny old life. - It is.
My landlady's a funny old landlady an' all.
- Trouble with the rent again? - I've got to get two pounds before tomorrow.
- That's not too good. - No, it ain't.
Better say good night, dear. I'm gonna hang around here for a bit.
- When will I see you again? - There's a phone where I'm staying.
- Why don't you ring me? - Who do I ask for?
Miss Jenny Maple. Here you are. My address and number.
- Thank you. - Good night, dear.
What about this rent of yours? I could help you out.
Oh, I'll get the money somehow.
Yeah, but why not let me give it you? Just this time.
Well...
- Have you got one and threepence? - Yeah.
Why don't you give me that for my lunch tomorrow?
I can get some fish and chips.
- Just one and threepence. - All right. Here you are.
- And here's something to wrap 'em in. - Oh, you mustn't.
Go on.
I'll phone on Monday. About eleven, all right?
I don't know why you're so good to me.
I'm not good.
Eleven o'clock, then. Monday.
Written any more letters to the newspaper, Mr Sounder?
As a matter of fact, I'm thinking of submitting a sonnet.
Ooh, a sonnet? Just fancy.
- What's it about, then? - Evensong in Westminster Abbey, actually.
Sounds nice.
Written on the Petrarchan model.
Well, I never.
- You hear that, Ella? - Sorry?
Mr Sounder's writing a sonnet on some model or other.
Oh.
The Petrarchan's different to the Shakespearean, isn't it, Mr Sounder?
Yes, it is.
How do you mean, Bob?
In the Petrarchan you get eight lines to begin with and then six to follow,
and in the Shakespearean you get three quatrains and then a couplet.
That's right, isn't it, Mr Sounder?
It certainly is.
- You've been hiding your light, haven't you? - He's like that.
Ain't you, Bob? Reads Decline And Fall Of The Roman Empire.
Your five pounds, sir. Thank you.
- Hello? - Hello.
Er, can I speak to Miss Jenny Maple, please?
Dunno if she's in. Jenny, you in?
- Hello? - Jenny!
- Hello? - Hello.
- Yes... - No, she ain't.
- Letter for you, Ella. - Thank you.
One short today, this, ain't it?
- Hello. - Is Miss Jenny Maple back yet?
No, she ain't here.
- She is staying there, isn't she? - She's staying here.
- Oh, excuse me... - Have you any idea when she might be back?
- Is Miss Jenny Maple there, please? - Yes, hang on.
Jenny, it's him again.
- Hello. - Jenny?
- Yes. - It's Bob.
- Oh, hello, Bob. How are you? - I'm...
I've been out of town. I'll tell you about it when I see you.
- I hope you ain't been put out. - No. I phoned once or twice.
- I thought something must have... - Yes.
So when am I gonna see you?
Whenever you like, dear. How about tomorrow?
Yes, that's fine.
- Shall we say quarter past three? - Yes, let's.
Outside the Green Man. You know, by Great Portland Street station?
Yes, I know, dear. I'll see you there, then.
- Goodbye. - Goodbye.
¶ Alone
¶ Alone with a sigh of romance above
¶ Alone
¶ Alone on a night that was meant for love
¶ There must be someone waiting
¶ Who feels the way I do
¶ Whoever you are
¶ Are you, are you?
¶ And when you come, I'll promise
¶ To be your very own...
- Something for you here, Bob. - Thank you.
¶ Alone with a heart meant for you alone ¶
You must excuse pencil, as I had no pen.
No doubt by now you're through with me as I did not turn up today.
But, Bob, it's not my fault, dear.
I was out all the night before and did not get in till half past four in the morning
and overslept until it was too late to meet you.
I haven't had anything to eat all day, dear, as I have no money.
It was not my fault, Bob.
If you're not through with me, perhaps you'll meet me on Friday.
Will you, Bob? I'll be at the Green Man at three.
Please excuse pencil and not turning up.
Yours truly, Jenny Maple.
I thought we might go up to Hampstead. Have a walk on the heath.
I'd love to.
- What you been doing with yourself? - Oh, it's been hect... Hetkick.
- Hectic. - Yeah, that's right.
- I've been hectic too. - Have you?
- Mostly about you. - That's not much to get excited about.
Oh, look.
Wish I had a boat. I'd sail right away.
- Where to? - Oh, anywhere.
- I went to sea. - Did you?
Yeah, as a kid. Went all over.
- You was a sailor? - Yeah.
Ooh. What all the nice girls love, eh?
- You been up here before? - Yeah.
I have dinner at the Old Bull And Bush.
Been to the Spaniards' too.
They got all them pistols what the highwaymen used to use.
- And you know what they used to do? - What?
They'd hold up a carriage and take all the money and be ever so polite,
and then have a dance with the lady before moving off.
That's what they used to do. Dance in the middle of the road, they did.
Really?
There's lots of romance in history.
Know what I mean?
Pretty little buttercup for you.
- That's not a buttercup. - It is.
Let's see if you like butter.
- Yes, you do. - How do you know?
Cos there's a reflection. That means you like it.
Does it?
Means you like it a lot.
- I love you, Jenny. - You couldn't love me.
Why not?
- Cos of what I am. - It doesn't matter what you are.
Yes, it does. You couldn't love a prostitute.
You're not, though. Not really.
But I am, Bob. It's exactly what I am.
Do you love me?
Yes. I love you all right.
- At least you got a girl now, ain't you, Bob? - Yeah. I got a girl.
She doesn't love me as much as I love her.
Yes, she does. And she won't let you go.
You're my Bob now, ain't you?
Yes. Yes, I am.
Oh, ain't it getting cold?
How much you got?
Three shillings.
- No, I couldn't. - You're not to worry any more.
I'm gonna do a lot of thinking and get everything straight.
You're too good to me.
- When will I see you again? - Whenever you like, dear.
Then come round the pub tonight, about nine.
- All right, dear. - You will be there, won't you?
- Cos something always seems to go wrong. - I swear I will.
- Goodbye, dear. - Goodbye.
Can I get you another drink, sir?
What I want to know is, is woman woman or ain't she?
- Now, there's a thought. - That's what I want to know.
Two black and white, Ella.
Now, Bob, here's what I'm asking.
Is woman woman or ain't she?
As far as I know, she is, Mr Sounder.
But it's more than that, Bob, much more.
Is love love...or ain't it?
- Is Miss Jenny Maple there, please? - Hold on.
She wants to know if that's Mr Bob speaking.
Yes, it is.
She says will you meet her at the Mandolin Club at half past five?
- She's in bed and don't want to come up. - Yes. Yes, I will.
- Why didn't you turn up? - Suppose I couldn't get away, dear.
- Why couldn't you get away? - Suppose I had a previous engagement.
- Aren't you feeling well? - Very well, thank you.
- You do love me, don't you? - Said so, ain't I?
- You don't act like it. - What's the matter with you?
- If you go on like this, Jenny... - What?
- Well, it's not right. - Not right, am I?
You seemed to think I was right enough on the heath.
Is that why you think I love you?
Just cos I got soft with you up there.
So? What did you want to talk about?
- I ain't got all evening. - All right, I'll tell you.
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.
- Oh, so I'm a prostitute, am I? - Well, what do you think you are?
I just wanted to know, that's all.
Jenny...
Bob?
Bob? You up, Bob?
No.
It's getting on.
- Er, guv'nor? - You're looking rough, Bob.
Yeah. Erm...would it be all right if I took the evening off?
It's my stepmother, you see. She's not too well.
- Better see she's all right. - Thanks, guv.
Thank you, sir.
Miss Jenny Maple, 35 Doughty Street, Euston.
Sincerely sorry, please do forgive.
Meet five o'clock, same place this evening.
Bob.
- I'm sorry for what I said. - I was just as bad.
No, you weren't. I should never have said what I did.
- It's true, though, ain't it? - Maybe, but that's not your fault.
- Whose fault is it, then? - Circumstances, I suppose.
That's about it. Ain't nothing else.
There'll always be prostitutes cos there's always men and they'll always want 'em.
Can't get rid of us.
- Jenny? - Yes, dear.
- Would you come away with me on holiday? - Course I will.
- Would you? - Yeah. When?
- I've got six days after Christmas. - That'd be nice. Where to?
- We could go to Brighton. - That'd be lovely, dear.
- So you'll come, then? - I've said so, ain't I?
- Better be off. - Please don't.
- To get money. - I'll give it you.
- You can't afford it. - Yes, I can.
Well...as I'm not feeling quite myself...
I'd better see you home.
- I wish you'd get a job, Jenny. - I'm going to. In fact I'm after one now.
- What job's that? - Dancing instructress.
I've got to go along next Thursday. This place in Soho.
I've got to go along in an evening dress.
The only problem is, I ain't got one.
- How much is an evening dress? - Three guineas.
- You think you might get the job? - Reckon I got it already.
- I'll give it you, then. - Will you?
- Next time I see you. - I wouldn't dream of taking it as a rule.
But this would be like an investment, wouldn't it?
I hope so.
You ain't half good to me.
Where do you get all your money from?
I haven't got any. That's the funny part.
Just 70 quid that I saved.
- But one day I will. - How?
You'd only laugh if I told you.
No, I wouldn't.
Well, I'm gonna write a book...one day.
- Are you? - Yeah.
I'm gonna write a novel.
So am I. I could tell 'em something, couldn't I?
No, Jenny, I'm serious.
I'm gonna write a novel.
- Honest? - Yeah.
- You'll make me your heroine, won't you? - They don't have heroines nowadays.
You've got to have a girl what goes through it all.
You don't make them heroines. Nowadays you have protagonists.
- What? - Protagonists.
Oh. I don't want to be one of them.
This is it.
Here's a pound. I'll bring the three guineas next time.
After Christmas we'll go away together?
Yeah.
You live in the same street as Dickens.
- Do I? - Yeah. That's his house there.
Silly old bugger, wasn't he?
- So what about Monday? 3:30, same place. - Right you are, dear.
- You sure you'll be there? - I promise on my mother's life.
- Your mother's dead. - On her grave, then.
I promise on her grave that I'll meet you at 2:30.
- 3:30. - All right, dear, 3:30.
- Same place. - Same place.
- Good night, Bob. - Good night, Jenny.
No, don't go.
Kiss me again.
I want you so much I'm dying for you, Jenny.
You can't say I'm not nice to you, can you?
Your ten pounds, sir.
Dark blue don't half suit you, don't it?
- Do you think so? - Yes, I do.
- Who's it for, then? - Who's what for?
- All the get-up. - What get-up?
- So you like it, then? - Not half!
- She won't know you in that. - Who won't?
Oh, Bob.
She ain't here.
- Do you know when she'll be back? - No. She ain't here.
- I thought you might know... - She's run away.
- Run away? - Without paying her rent.
Hello? Hello?
Hello?
Jenny?
Oh, hello, dear.
You here again?
Why didn't you turn up?
Didn't want to, I suppose, dear.
- Why didn't you? - I really don't know, darling.
- I waited ages. - How annoying.
You're blotto, Jen, that's what you are.
Ever so sweet when she ain't been drinking.
I rang you. Your landlady said you'd run away.
Yeah. I'm living in your part of the world now.
- Bolsover Street. - With me.
- Why did she say you'd run away? - No money.
She's been in trouble. And she's owed five pound, too.
- Who owes her? - Girlfriend. Got arrested.
Dirty plain-clothes man got a grudge against her and Jenny paid her fine.
I'll kill him one day.
He makes 30 pound a week taking wages off us girls.
Course, money don't mean nothing to a millionaire like Bob.
- Got money, has he? - He has.
- Go on. - Ain't he?
Lend her a fiver, why don't you? I'll see she pays you back.
I would...if she'd look for a job.
You'll get a job, won't you, Jen?
Yeah.
I'd better...
- Jen. - Yes, dear?
What's happened?
My garter's hurting.
You can have it...if it's of any use.
You will try, won't you?
To get a job, like.
Course I will.
I'd do anything for you, Bob.
I love you.
Do you?
You know I do.
Oh, Jenny.
My darling Jenny.
It's you that's the darling.
And I'll darling you all right when we go away.
We'll be alone and together and we can talk it all out.
I don't know what will happen when I get you to myself.
Don't you?
Here's that three guineas for the dress.
And the rest...cos I love you.
You are good to me.
I'll give you that fiver you're owed next time I see you.
- I'll pay it back. - Money don't matter.
I just want you to get a job and sort yourself out.
You're joking.
- When are we gonna meet? - Whenever you like, dear.
- Tomorrow. How about tomorrow? - All right, dear.
Same place, three o'clock.
- Ten bob and he wanted to come to ours. - What did you tell him?
I told him to go to bleedin' Woolworth's.
Good day, sir.
- She's got a bit of toothache. - Has she?
Been in bed all morning.
Come on, I'll take you.
- She ain't half been going on about you. - Really?
She said you're the straightest boy she ever met, and the nicest. She did, honest.
- Did she? - It'd have made your ears burn.
- She ain't half a sweet little girl. - I know.
- I don't think she's as well as she ought to be. - Don't you?
Oh, no. Too thin.
Ain't you noticed? She wants looking after.
Here's your boy.
I'm not religious nor nothing, but if a girl don't keep her talk clean, it lets her down.
- I'm right, aren't I, Bob? - Yes.
A man thinks more of a girl if she knows how to behave.
It don't matter if she's been well brought up or not.
There's no need for language. And I just happen to have been well brought up.
Now, Prunella, an acquaintance of ours,
she's got a mouth like a docker, ain't she, Jen?
Don't stop her getting blokes, though.
She came home with a darkie last night.
- Indian or something, weren't he? - Erm, Mohammedan.
And that ain't right either.
It's not that I'm not broad-minded, cos I am.
But white's white and black's black. I'm right, aren't I?
She said he spoke languages and all sorts.
Generous, too. He gave her a fiver.
No, he didn't. He gave her a couple. The other three she helped herself to.
- Stole it? - We've all done a bit of that, haven't we, Jen?
But we wouldn't take it off a friend.
- Oh, no. - Off nobody we knew.
- That's not the point. - I wouldn't take money off you, Bob.
Course she wouldn't.
But a lot can happen when you get a man in a generous mood.
Sometimes we make 'em a bit more generous than they meant to be, that's all.
What a life, eh?
You didn't tell me you were a thief.
- I ain't a thief. - You said you take money.
That ain't being a thief. Besides, I ain't done it often.
- How often? - Once or twice, that's all.
You must promise me that you'll never steal again.
Promise.
I promise.
- All right? - Right.
Now, here's that fiver I promised you.
Take it.
Oh, Jenny.
21, 22, 23, 24, 25. There you are, sir.
- If you don't mind my saying, sir... - Yes?
..you do seem to be withdrawing rather a lot lately.
- It's not against the law, is it? - Of course not.
Well, then.
Good afternoon.
- Hello, Jen. - I've got some news.
I can't come.
- What? - Not all the time, anyway.
- Why not? - I just can't, dear, that's all.
- I've got to go away. - Who with?
Don't matter who with. It's only for the weekend.
- Tell me who with. - This chap.
- Where are you going? - Brighton, funnily enough.
- I'll meet you after, though. - You can't go.
- I've got to, dear. - I won't let you.
I can't afford not to.
How much? How much is he giving you?
20 pounds.
- 20? - That's right, dear.
- Who is he? - Known him ages.
- Where did you meet? - Here.
- Picked him up, did you? - If you want to put it like that.
He's a gentleman.
- He's teaching me to talk proper. - Not doing too well, is he?
You're not too great yourself.
- Cheer up. - I can't.
- I love you too much. - I love you too.
You don't. That's the problem.
And you never will.
This bloke...he's just a fool.
- What does he do? - He's a journalist.
Married, too.
If I play my cards right I could get enough for you an' all.
There's a lot of money to be made in that quarter, believe me.
- So when are you going? - Boxing Day.
- And how long are you with him? - Till Monday.
Can I have the four days after the weekend?
- Course you can. - I can meet you down there.
If you like.
- Put him off, Jenny, please. - No, dear, I couldn't do that.
Oh, Jenny, you'll drive me mad.
- That'll be romantic, won't it? - What?
- Getting you after him. - It ain't my fault.
What's the matter?
Are you going to be sick?
Better get you a taxi.
Better now?
Probably something you ate.
- Can I see you tomorrow? - It's Christmas tomorrow.
- And you go off on Boxing Day. - That's right.
- So I shan't see you till Monday. - Afraid not, dear.
You will meet me in Brighton, won't you? Swear on your life.
I swear on my life.
- Oh, Jenny, you won't turn up. - Yes, I will.
You won't, Jenny. You won't.
- You can't go away with him. You mustn't. - I got to.
I won't let you. Look, I'll give you the money.
- 20 pounds? - Yes.
- You can't do that. - I can. I'll give it you now.
You write and tell him you aren't coming.
- Why don't you wait? Just for the weekend. - Because I've waited too long.
He promised to buy me dresses and all.
- I'll buy you dresses. - You can't.
I got 25 pound on me and you can take the lot...
25 pounds?
..if you promise to come away with me on Boxing Day.
Is that a bargain?
Jenny, is that a bargain?
- All right. - Right.
I've worked out all the trains.
There's one that leaves at 3:15 from Victoria, so we'll meet there at three.
- Yes? - Yes.
- You got that? - Three o'clock, Victoria station.
- Day after tomorrow. - Under the clock.
Under the clock.
- Promise me. - I promise.
- Swear on your life. - I swear on my life.
- Three o'clock. - Victoria.
- Do you love me, Jenny? - You know I love you.
Do you?
Next time: "Jenny's Story"
Guv? ..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.
- She must be quite something. - Oh, she is. Loveliest girl I've ever met.
Evening, dearie.
- Do you want me? - Depends how much.
Depends what you fancy.
Next time: "Jenny's Story"
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