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There's a new one there today. Never seen her before.

Haven't you?

That's got almighty store there. They usually send the bandit to the convent for that one.

Ah, they're not letting on the day. I bet they'll like they'll swim around.

Hey, what are you all gonna be when you grow? Oh, a taut? Are you? Let us know when you're

done sweetheart. I'll come and have a nibble out here. How about a bit of homework? First

time. Come on, goody homework, target. See the day shift. Oh, I could.

None of your life.

Oh, I'm happy. My pleasure, Miss Barm.

Vanessa dear, I don't know how many times I've had to tell you you really mustn't drop your

things down just anywhere. No mother.

Four six eight one, Jane Radcliffe speaking. Oh, Mavis hello. Cotton. Cotton. What's been

good on here? And you're not controlling his louse. I don't know what you're getting

in. You're not doing it. The boss is a white piece. Some parents have complained that

the door has gone passed down the cut without filth being strewn over them. And one of

them for your information was Mr Radcliffe's daughter. I didn't say it. You better get

along and shop and there'll be some sweeping out in this shop if I've got anything to do

with it. Oh, well there's lots of places up and up for sweeping these days, Mr Wilton.

Hello, ladies. The bread. Don't know if I see you up here. Everything's all right.

Oh, you find thanks. You know.

I'm in.

You remember the last time you were in this office? I remember, sir. Mr Brett had seen

some of my drawings and he recommended I be given the chance to develop. Mr Brett's

recommendation meant nothing unless I gave the word. I'm sure you have sense to understand

that. His grandfather founded this firm that it certainly doesn't belong to him now. I own

it. And it happens also with regard to your mother's long servants with my family. Other

men were recommended, you know, to be put in charge of shop number three. I'm doing a

good job. The damn fine one, Mr Brett says. You're not doing a good job. You can't even

control the men under you. Who says, I say.

It's come to something when young ladies can't pass the works without having filthy

obscenities held upon them. Aye, well, as soon as I heard I put a stop to it. Now you

were present. I was what? One of the girls said she saw you. Well, she's a bloody liar.

Anyway, what's all the fuss about men? I've always chipped the lasses along the cut. These

weren't lasses, Cotton. Confident girls. Young ladies. All right.

Now I won't have it happening again. Do you understand? Do you understand?

Sir?

Go back to work.

Your own business is a boy who may be warned. Never. Oh, he's knocked. He's probably

got a problem. I mustn't make it work. Talk to him about it, would you love? Well,

come in now. Have a look at him yourself. No, no. Have a look at it.

All right.

Hello, big brother. What's up? Nothing much. Just have my head nipped off by God

almighty Radcliffe. It's his manner I can't stand. I'm dirt beneath his feet. Well,

I've just been talking to me. She's complaining about somebody's manner at all.

She wants to know what's wrong. She knows what's wrong.

Hey, man. Hi, man.

Well, I heard about you today. Well, I've not messaged Radcliffe saying about it all.

She told him to go easy on your herder. Then she went all buttery on me. She said

Mr Radcliffe didn't hold you responsible. It was them awful cum and fill as you worked them.

Oh, what did you say to that? Nothing. I kept my silence. See now. Speed up the work

and she gets into a tizzy. I can manage her all right. She's a damned up starter

course, but I think she got more to that from him because he's a sanctimonious,

him singing big-headed note.

Something wrong, Arthur. Oh, it's the third time this week. I'll have to get the garage

to fetch her. You ought to change it. Yes, I know that, Jonathan.

Come on, then.

Oh, right.

I've been having trouble with Kaufman, by the way.

What's he doing? Spewing filth with a shop window at the convent schoolgirls.

And you're struggling, Arthur. Oh, you old golden-headed boy, is he, Arthur?

No, no, no. He's just a lad who thinks for himself he's got ideas. Give him half a chance

and he can do things.

Everything all right with you, Arthur? Yes, uh, fine, thanks.

Good. Colin seems to be settling into the world of work, and... It's Irene, I meant really.

Oh, yes. Everything's fine, then.

Go, go. You're good to see the last time I spoke to Irene.

Oh, yes, this isn't about the, um, plan, isn't it, Jonathan?

See, Irene said... Well, I know. She did. I mean, she did mention that you had, uh...

Oh, look, I'm sorry, Jonathan, but I really won't be selling it, I'm afraid. It's difficult to...

It's still really being in my family for so long, built by grandpa Affleck, all that sort of thing, and it's...

It's always been, uh, a part of my life, it would be like, um...

Selling my childhood. You do see that, don't you?

Yeah, yes, of course.

Yes, of course. But...

Let's go. Go, go, go.

Thanks.

Who, dear?

Our fair. Thanks for landing on your go, this sentimental travel.

Where's Vanessa?

She's in the library. Jonathan, did you speak to Angus Cotton?

Yes, he denies it. But then he would, wouldn't he?

Hello, Debbie!

Hello, Michael.

Come on, Michael. See if he can catch me.

Have a good day, Dad.

So, so, Carl, you know.

What happened?

Nothing as far as I'm concerned.

Well, well, this is news.

The other three were concerned. Their parents were concerned.

I suppose what shocked their girls didn't shock you.

I didn't hear anything farther.

You didn't hear anything. But you were there, weren't you?

I was thinking. I didn't even know they were at the window.

They were shouting filth! And you didn't even hear them.

Vanessa, don't you take that attitude when your father is talking to you?

I asked you a question.

I answered it farther. They were shouting something I didn't hear.

Anyway, they always shouted the girls. That's why they go along the path.

They needn't you know?

I think Lucy Fulton only goes that way to act them on.

Then why was her mother on the phone complaining?

What do you think people are going to say when they know that you take this thing so casually?

Where do you think you're going?

To do my prep.

Get that defined look on your face and bang the door if you dare.

Do you see what I have to put up with?

She gets more difficult every day.

Never had this with Susan.

Will you excuse me, Daddy? Brian's coming over. He'll be here any minute.

Oh yes, I'm so forgotten. Brian. Good.

I'm so sorry.

Poor Vanessa. She doesn't know what's happening to her.

What is happening to her?

Oh you know. Do I? What?

You know.

I don't.

But Vanessa doesn't know how am I supposed to.

Oh darling, think.

What?

Well, S-E-X of course. She's got all these feelings and she doesn't know what to do with them.

And what about you? Did you know what to do with them?

Not really. I suppose I met you just in time before I exploded or something.

The only thing mommy ever told me about at all was to always kiss with my mouth closed.

Well, I'm very glad you ignored her.

Sorry.

Nearly finished.

Yes?

No, no, you, you, you, carry on if you haven't finished.

How can I carry on with you standing there?

Sorry.

What do you want?

Oh, and I say nothing. It's just that, um...

Well, Jonathan was going on about the land again just now and I...

Well, you know what I think.

Well, I thought we'd agreed that, uh...

No, we didn't agree. You said you wouldn't sell it and I saw I wasn't going to change your mind.

That's not the same as agreeing.

Irene.

What?

Can't we be friends at least?

I dare say we can be friends.

Please don't touch me.

People know exactly what I mean when I speak in court. Why is it that I only had this difficulty with you? Leave me alone!

No!

No!

No, no!

No!

No!

That's what I mean!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

What's the matter, Alice?

Why you've ointhe me?

What's going on?

It's not what I think it is, is it?

Bloody hell! You and me have been gone for over a year!

Anyway, what about you? How many losses have you had?

You and me have been gone for over a year!

Anyway, what about you?

How many losses have you had?

Four millions, you know me.

Why did I tell you?

Look, it was a couple of...

And the second one was all the months before I met you.

So why?

It's different from blogs, you know that!

I do do, I. And why is it?

It just is. It's how I feel, I can't help it.

Oh, oh, oh, oh.

It's different from blogs.

You have to have it, don't you?

But where would we get it? The arc of the virginity, yeah?

That'd be very inconvary.

I'd be very inconvary.

I'd be very inconvary.

It's not logical, man.

And I feel bad about me, but you know, when I get married,

I want to be the first shopper at the store.

Dad, then, would you want the shopper that's stored when nobody else did?

I... That's true.

That would to get longer.

He's got a conscience, have Angus.

I reckon you'll come round.

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.

Try and save this, let him pass.

That's a little bit too.

That's a little bit too far.

It shouldn't make her work sad, it is.

I mean, right now, doesn't she give it up?

There's no need. She's done enough, she's past it.

You better not tell her that. She'll sculp you.

Well, she can't do it all.

I mean, look at this place, it's a pigsty.

I'm gonna have it out with her.

Oh, don't be so daffed.

Use your loaf.

If my left, Ruckliff would have you over the shop before T-Tame.

And you know it.

I really will know, now, with a sort.

I got into the shop on my ability.

I'm not on her ebb and strings and I want that nor.

Oh, don't bore your head, I'll fucking need you.

There. What you think of that lot?

I told you, Ma, I don't like wearing other blokes gear.

You were bloody glad to wear other blokes gear once in the time.

Not anymore, so don't get them for me.

Good! I spent my days cleaning up after them Ruckliff's.

We've got their noses so high in the air that they need,

their necks massaged.

And now, me own son!

Let me tell you.

You'll never be able to buy shirts at this quality, never.

Let me tell you that.

One of these days, I'm going to go out.

And I'm going to buy myself six of the best bloodiest silk shirts

in all this bloody town.

And I'm going to wear them for work, see?

I mustn't you pay for this lot.

Four and six, go on.

There's three good dresses in there.

Who was on the counter?

Fat-ass Flanagan.

I didn't pinch them.

Oh, I?

Watch it, you snotty young booger.

What? This? What's this?

His snot chip here, once he'd hand in your cards, ma'am?

They're using you, ma'am.

You don't need it. They're not even friendly to you.

That's right. Family art.

Except young Vanessa, she's nice.

A kind hearted last, that one.

But they appreciate me cooking, unlike son.

But your family never tests, your cooking's a how-awater, judge.

Hey, I'm sorry I haven't neglected you.

Oh, for God's sake.

No, don't be so pretty soft.

You don't cover the weekends, it's because we won't let you.

Oh, ma'am, he's only pulling your leg.

Don't talk so dippy.

We've never wanted for anything in our lives.

How about going to club the night?

You were last night.

I was Friday tonight, Saturday, when we were Saturday night for weeks.

Stammel, am I going again?

As long as he gets he slap and tickle.

Well, have a naze up, ma'am.

That's it, a naze up.

Even if I can't get me down, feet off the floor.

You don't mind my telling trip on the long horse, Dad.

No, be sure. Not at all.

Good of you to come and tell us.

You're dead.

Oh, Mike.

I'll miss her hatred when we'll walk.

I really will.

There'll always be time for us to do that.

Oh, and can you tell Van? I'm sorry I didn't manage to see her.

Ah, you're lost. She's growing into a bell.

It's quite something.

Yeah, got him, we're saying.

Anyway.

Thanks, Dad.

OK. Let's go.

Ready?

Oh, my mother. See you soon.

I'm coming with you.

Your father promised to take me to my magistrate's do this afternoon.

Ah, yes, and pick you up again.

I forgot.

Let's go.

Mm-mm.

Mm-mm.

Mm-mm.

Mm-mm.

Mm-mm.

Mm-mm.

Mm-mm.

Mm-mm.

Mm-mm.

Mm-mm.

Mm-mm.

Let's go.

Right here. What you like?

Wra beware.

They're wrong.

Come on, trim.

Move them.

Oh, yes.

Mm-mm.

Maybe, maybe. But what sort of a chop?

The way the world is now and never mind your brains, what you need is education.

At afflex, he's been educated as he goes along, and Mr Brett believes in him and his back and all the way.

Where else would he find that?

Oh, ma. There's dozens of places. He could go and get a job tomorrow.

Oh, well, Monday.

Maybe.

I tell you what, I'm tired, Rosie.

I'm tired of the hours.

I want to stay in your own house and get its ship shape.

And I have meals for you both when you come in.

Neither you nor Angus are going to be here much longer.

Mom. Mom.

Don't upset yourself.

And don't you pretty well go downstairs and tell him.

Thank you.

Promise.

I am all you.

I'm not too bad.

How's your life?

I'm not too bad.

I'm not too bad.

I'm not too bad.

I'm not too bad.

I'm not too bad.

I'm not too bad.

I'm not too bad.

I'm not too bad.

So, what were you doing in there? Like, you're taking a smoggin?

No, it's Father's birthday on Monday.

I didn't recognize you without your school rig, you know.

Do you look different?

And do you know what, Angus? I feel different, too.

Oh, by the way, if I'm about, er, you know, yesterday's business, I'm sorry.

I wouldn't let the lads...

Oh, it doesn't matter, Angus. All that fuss.

Anyway, they get what they deserve.

You know, they use the cut to egg the boys on.

I didn't even hear any of it. I was miles away.

No way with your dreams, eh?

Hello, Vanessa.

And Angus, isn't it?

Well, hello, Beth.

Mr. Bread?

Looks like I've missed the shot, huh?

Yes, I'm afraid you have. I was the last one they served.

Well, I'll try that lounge, but, erm, do you need a lift for this?

Well, that'd be nice.

Oh, hop in. I mean, it's the cut.

I love being there.

Right, that's me.

Hey, I'll tell you what.

I met Van this afternoon.

She says she didn't even hear what the lads were shouting.

It's a storm in a teacup.

They heard athletes were smart.

They have new hand teacups.

Shut up, Dan.

The racket probably cranked it up, and I'll avoid you.

That bit was something that's afternoon.

How did Miss Van get?

Mr. and Mrs. Bread gave her a lift.

Mr. Bread?

All right, was it the woman?

No, no, he was fine.

No, this does.

Cheers up.

Cheers.

He's all right, Mr. Bread's.

But he's right.

He's actually a drinker and a quarter.

Feels sorry for her mind.

She thought she was married after looking to it when she married Mr. Bread's.

Only Mr. Bread's somehow forgot to tell if the house was it.

No money to go with it.

All spent.

Then bloody god almighty, racquet, licks, boots and swarms is weird.

And she's the job that should have been Mr. Bread's.

She's a disappointed woman.

Cheers.

What are you saying?

Why shouldn't Angus talk to Vanessa?

You're so naive sometimes.

You make me want to scream.

Why?

Why do you say that?

They've known each other all the lies I haven't seen.

Emma used to take Angus up there when he was a child.

What are you trying to make out of this?

Nothing.

I just don't think Jonathan would be very pleased to have his younger daughter consorting with

that oath.

Do you know?

I really think you should mind your own business.

And stop taking this out on Jane through Vanessa.

What on earth do you meet?

There's a genus of her.

Jane's going to marry Susan into the aristocracy.

She'll be invited to every house in the county.

And you can't stand that, can you?

Dang.

Don't leave like that.

I'll never listen to me.

I'm not going to listen to Irene.

I'm not a member of one of your committees.

And there are some things you can't make me do.

You can't make me listen to you.

You want me to sit in one arm?

She goes to keep fuck pluses?

She read to her that horse riding was good for slilling.

She tried it worked.

The horse must fall in half.

She's doing it.

You'll make God bless.

Thanks, man.

There's a book for the man.

There's a book for the shoe.

The area of Nagao.

That's the future.

Rude.

The union's a strangle in the real ways.

And now it's all gone.

What's left?

Fred's lorry.

What a suck at it, Stan.

You're going to laugh.

This factory's setting up all over.

They need materials, shifted in.

And goods, shifted out.

But someone's going to do it.

So what do you make with your rig, Fred?

Good week, 40-pound.

Not bad.

Next round on Fred, then, eh?

Stan, are you going to dance for me?

Or shall I go over there on us that lot that looks like Jim Dean?

Oh, where is he?

Oh, no.

It's Nagao!

Come on!

That's it.

You sure, Bill?

Okay, Fred.

Tell me about a typical day with your rig.

You know what?

You are a selfish stuffer!

She's the one who loved me so good

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

She's my baby, baby, my blue love

I don't need me, baby

My blue love, she is my baby down

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

ACE Charlar

When I leave the meeting, how's Owen Mah conj bounded in this family room?

um, when I live?

Okay Herne, you delinquents.

Vanessa.

I need to give a beer fry.

What are you doing here?

Why often come down here?

I hope you don't mind breading.

It's just that some of these nights are at I can't sleep.

You're all right though, nothing wrong is that?

No, no.

Well, it's my turn to ask, why are you out at this hour?

Well, I saw you coming down here and wondered what you were up to.

Bread, you didn't.

I'm afraid I did, young woman.

Who did you expect to find me with?

Well, since your sister may well be Lady Brain Tree one day,

I thought you must at least have a rendezvous with a count or a prince.

Mother and father would have been delighted, I dare say,

but had been a count or a prince.

People made me sick, Bread.

People make me sick too, Vanessa.

I bet they do.

You've had what's known as a dirty deal, haven't you?

What?

What's true?

Why else does father feel so guilty about you if he hasn't done you down?

I have no idea.

Look, I'm not a child anymore.

I'm nearly 18, and I'm very, very worldly.

Are you?

Well, you're very sweet, Bert.

I used to call you that when you were little, remember?

But your father didn't like it.

He didn't like me calling you Brett, either.

No.

Not as Irene.

No, we still do, don't you?

Well, you're a brave man than I am.

Come on.

Let's get you up.

I'm sorry I missed you.

Well, I'd like him.

Perhaps next time you realize what you've become.

What's that, Bread?

A beautiful young woman when you're not scaring.

In fact, it might be better for Paul's sake if you didn't know to show it to her, fella.

Brett, you're not just saying that, are you?

No, I'm not.

You just run along now after I see you soon.

You're the kindest man I know.

Hello, van.

Hi, yes.

Fancy seeing you.

Hi, funeral.

I was a family representative for you.

Dentists had to see a specialist.

Who's funeral was it?

I was surprised to get time off work to go, but then I realized it was all a deep, dark

plug involving the aristocracy.

What?

Sultip lot.

Well, me ma would it.

The gold was a big deal.

I was surprised to get time off work.

I realised it was all a deep, dark plug involving the aristocracy.

What, Sultip lot?

Well, me ma would it.

The gold rate, because her sister's the widow.

But your ma's got a future indoors company.

Now, your ma can't do without my mum.

So she goes to your dad, they're pressed all I go instead.

Hello, Vanessa.

Angus Cotton, Colin Brett.

Oh.

Hi.

We've shared a rugby pitch before now.

That's right.

We have.

Well, see you around, then, Vanessa.

Angus?

I'm getting the boss here.

It's nice seeing you.

Yes, Andy, Angus.

I'm glad I bumped into you.

Up to me, please.

There's no point in waiting for this kid to work here.

Well, look at where I can act.

I'm not going to help you.

I didn't need to.

I didn't mean it, I guess.

I was a pain or two, the worst.

It's all right.

It's not.

I feel terrible.

I didn't mean it.

It doesn't matter.

This fell has been hobnobbing with the quality again.

A rack cliff.

Quality, then.

It was Van.

I bumped into it at this station the day.

That's the second table.

There's many weeks, isn't it?

I best be careful of that.

Tontal start a wag, you know.

Can't you open your bloody mouth without making a crack?

Come on, yeah.

I should have stung.

Where you going?

I'll, er, eat it on the way.

I've got something to discuss with Fred Sinkleton.

Well, I know what you would have.

They're all new, actually.

They're all new.

They're new.

They're new.

They're new.

Susan.

Oh, look out.

They're new.

They're new.

They're new.

Brian, sure I contempt you.

They're new.

They're new.

It's really good.

What happened to them?

I haven't.

They're new.

No.

You must tell them where to do.

Yeah, we're new.

Yeah.

She's over there.

Who's there?

She's over there.

Please.

Very special.

Why don't you open your door?

You're looking mother lonely over there.

Er, I do love to see the youngsters speaking together, don't you?

Do you?

Do you?

I just went to my house, and I was a little on her.

Should I say, I'm a little on her.

I wonder if you'd be good enough to excuse me for a few moments, Mother.

Yes, of course, dear.

You shouldn't be doing this, Miss Van. It's kind of...

It wasn't kind of me, Emily.

I was going mad listening to my father, looking like Lord Braintree's boots.

And that spotty son of his boring-on about some old car belonging to his second-best friend's father.

I'd better get back.

Emily, would you get another...

What on earth do you think you're doing?

Something useful?

You get back to our guests at once, young lady.

I shall say that I found you upstairs and you weren't feeling entirely well.

I'll talk to you later.

And why not tell the truth?

Don't worry, Emily. I'll say that you told me to go back in.

I'm not worried, lass. Thanks for the help.

Thank you. Well, hang up.

I'm quite likely if you started behaving yourself and stopped doing your best to wreck things.

Well, and what was all that about?

I was helping Emily. Her legs are squaring.

Emily can cope.

I've just taken her home in the car and she was perfectly alright.

Now that is an excuse.

It was a deliberate act of defiance.

Angus tells me Emily's legs are getting worse.

Angus? Angus Cott?

Yes, I met him at the station.

You never told me.

Well, anyway, he tells me...

Look at what he said.

You ought to apologize to Susan.

What for?

She should apologize to me for Brian's revolting, boring little twerp of a brother.

I'm not listening to this.

I shall let your father deal with you.

You're an utterly selfish brat.

Brat!

Brat?

Is that you?

It's very late.

I couldn't sleep. I felt all head up.

Is there something wrong? What is it? Nothing's happened, has it?

No, no, no, no. Nothing in particular.

Well, let's go down to the summer house and talk.

No, no, I think you should go back in. They might...

They weren't. Come on.

No, no, I'm going to go back. It's too late.

Alright, you stay. I'll go and sit in the summer house and mute.

I wish that love was something that just happened, like...

I don't know, like, growing your hair.

I mean loving your parents.

But it isn't. It worries me.

Why?

Because I don't love them.

I don't love Susan and I don't love Ray.

I know I should, but I don't.

Well, we can't always love her and we should. True.

No, well, I can't.

Back to now, Hars, the only person I really like is Emily.

Everyone relies on that, but they still call her common behind her back.

I suppose she is.

But she's the only one I really like.

Why do you suppose that is?

Perhaps because she's more... natural, more...

...straight forward.

Does it get easier to love people as you get older?

Well, one day...

...you'll find someone that you can't bear to be out of your sight.

And you'll find this person, never fear.

And when you do, you'll discover the way that you love.

You, Vanessa.

And...

...we all have to sort it out for ourselves.

You know, I was thinking...

...there are only two men I can really talk to.

Two people will hit that...

...angus...

...and you.

I could love you, Brett.

Brett?

Brett, what is it? What have I done?

Don't, don't.

What have I done? What have I said?

By a lorry, you!

Did I say I was going to buy the damn thing? I said I was going to look at it.

What the hell are you going to look at it for? If you don't mean to buy it?

Come on, Rosie. You're written, Ollie. It was a good idea.

I did. It's simple.

All you do is put 5000 down. Then pay the rest off an instalment.

Easy?

What's that a laugh at? You're serious about it. Can't you say that?

If Fred Singleton thinks he's on to such a good thing, why can't he buy another lorry?

You'd be boring, why can't he?

I won't be boring much and he doesn't want to stretch himself. He's got a wife, all them kids, and a widowed mother.

But he's losing work being a one-man band with two of us in partnership with being Clover.

I, and you know where the most clover grows. In the bankruptcy court you beg yowk.

The point is, is that he's losing work like I say. With a second lorry, we're going to be turning 40 a week each.

No, no. You're not leaving the yard, not to join her with some hair, brain, skin, and Fred Singleton's.

Head of a shop at Yorish and want to give it up. Oh no, you can forget this, Racket.

I'm not forgetting it, ma. It might not happen just now. The lorry might be no good, but I'm not forgetting it.

Head of a shop's nothing.

An afflex will always be someone else's man.

And I got a fancy for being the own boss.

Stu Man bugger.

I've thought about the German holotrip, Jonathan.

Yes.

I'll go.

Well done.

I can see that the idea doesn't exactly delight you, Arthur, but I really am very grateful.

It's good to see that company loyalty hasn't in fact gone out of fashion.

Well, I can't tell any of you Pearson's company.

Well, I can't tell any of you Pearson's company. He has the conversation. He must speak your weight to machine.

Oh, I'm Joyce company. I find him a relax.

Yes. You don't even speak Dutch or German.

Well, I'll be all right. Somebody has to go.

Come on.

It's never worth 375. Is it Fred? Not judging by the last couple with you.

It is not. You don't know what I'm playing at. You're going to get 200 for it.

Bastards are dragging us all the way out the morbeth.

Oh, yeah, let's go. I took the bloody day off for now.

Oh, telegram is mooring from Brett asking if I'd mind if he stayed abroad for another couple of weeks.

Oh, really?

Well, it is holiday owed to him, so it's not much I can do about it, really.

Especially if it was a Pearson trip, it would be really quite successful.

I wonder what Irene thinks about him being away so long.

Well, if the last time we saw anything to go by.

Yes, dear. Yes, Irene was coping very well, I must say.

Hoping.

Quite frankly, I've never seen her look so cheerful.

I'm not going to jump into anything, Fred. There's time.

There's not, you know, Angus. There's not. There's other fellows borrowing money to start up.

We've wasted weeks already looking at these lousy rigs. The goodens are getting snapped up.

Ah, yes, sir.

Hey, hold on, Fred. Slow down. It is. It's fun.

Here, stop a minute, will you? She shouldn't be out here on her own.

You go on, man. I better see her home.

Oh! It's nothing like that, man. She's my boss's daughter.

My boss is daughter. My I said she's not been well. She's still looking out to me. I better see her.

Well, you'll just say it soon, will you? I'll leave it for now, Fred.

Van?

I'm all right, Angus. Really, I am.

Well, it's a poor look out for the buttons. I reckon you should be in bed.

No nonsense now, hormon into bed. We can save a mile by cutting through Mr. Brett's wood.

Oh, you're not quick to be out there. Come on now.

Check me off. And we can keep going. Keep warm.

I need... I need... I need... I need right enough.

Oh!

I've got you. You all right?

Yeah?

Thank you, Angus. That's all right.

Oh, you're just fine.

I'm sorry.

It's very Michael. That's the tree house they've held.

Good for them.

I'll be all right for me, Angus.

Really? Thank you.

She was in a step, huh? She looks bad.

Oh, she's been like that for a week or two. Mrs. hasn't done what to do with a normie.

You've been able to get a word out of it for days.

I reckon it's examiners.

Are you sure? Look more than that than me.

She already said that.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

She already said a word all the way, and when she did, it was so blubbing dramatic.

You think she was rehearsing for a play?

Well, I did say that's so a Texan.

How was the lorry this time?

Rubbish. We walked away.

Hi. Best thing, best thing.

Ready?

How is she, Doctor?

Well, we know she's unwell, but it's nothing serious, is it?

She's an unwell at all, Mrs. Radcliffe.

She's pregnant, which you might see as serious.

Rad?

You're mad.

They'd be absurd. You've made a mistake.

I, well, we're all a bit mad, and we all make mistakes, and I'd like to be mistaken in this

instance, but I'm not.

You don't want us pregnant.

I don't want you to be a good doctor.

Well, we know she's unwell, but it's nothing serious, is it?

She's an unwell at all, Mrs. Radcliffe.

Oh.

She's pregnant, which you might see as serious.

Rad?

You don't want us pregnant.

Emily.

Hi.

What, is it, any?

Emily?

Oh.

Now, now, now.

Take it to your...

Your father's arrived.

Thank you, Emily.

Well?

Look at me!

You don't have a little slut.

Now, who did it?

Who?

I said, who?

Who?

No, no!

Leave her, please.

Please.

Johnson.

Johnson, oh my God!

What would we do?

What would have happened if you'd taken away?

That's illegal.

Don't we stupid?

Well, nothing was illegal if you couldn't pay enough.

Having a baby here on the side.

What about Susan's wedding?

I just want to know where it was.

She doesn't meet any boys.

She doesn't even seem to like them.

She can't be having a baby by auto suggestion.

Now, can she?

Pregnant.

I wanted to tell you four rules you got in.

They couldn't have a take in the way as far as I can get there.

It would look like that, lads.

But Vans, she's not but a kid.

It can't be true.

How?

Oh, that's...

You're asking me! They're asking her!

They can't get a word out of her!

She doesn't go around with blorks.

Where you going?

I've no appetite tonight.

I've cooked your tea! You eat it!

I couldn't stomach it, Ma.

We're going to bed this.

She'll have it taken away.

Then she'll go to Scotland to your aunt Jean.

Aunt Jean doesn't even possess a telephone.

And if anyone asks, we just say,

an opportunity came up for Vanessa to travel abroad.

And damn it, we'll even forge the postcards at Phoebe.

Until Susan's wedding at least.

Night.

Night.

Middle of the week?

Once brought this on?

Miss Vann is cut up.

Oh, that's rich, that is.

You want to tell that to me?

Now, now you can feel sorry for Miss Vann.

Sorry for me backside.

She had everything.

And she wanted that and all.

Oh, she couldn't wait.

She's asked for it.

And boy, she's got it.

Sorry for her.

You're asking someone, aren't you?

She's always got a mean wig.

Oh, Brad.

Say that again, Michael.

Vanessa's going to have a baby.

What were that idea into your head?

Ray told me.

What exactly did he say, darling?

He said, tell you a secret, shy.

And I said, OK.

And he said, well, Vanessa's going to have a baby.

And mummy and daddy are hoping cross about it.

And he said he was quite pleased because nobody bothered him all day, like they usually do.

I don't think you ought to tell anybody this, darling.

Ray may be mistaken.

Run along now.

All right.

How are the mighty fallen?

It's a fiery mother.

No.

You've caught me to bat moment, I mean, I've got a headache.

I'm sorry, Jane.

But it's important that you speak to Ray.

He's been telling Michael the most fantastic story about Vanessa.

Vanessa?

Yes.

Well, not to put too fine a point on it.

He said she was going to have a baby.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I haven't Addison.

Are you, James?

I'masket.

OK, I may be a bit OK.

Hi,

bitches.

Ja,

can you have a baby?

The punishments for that kind of thing.

I mean, if he came before the bench when I was sitting,

I'd throw the book at him.

And after everything you've done for him.

You know who it is.

Don't you?

Who do you think it is, Irene?

I thought Arthur would have mentioned it to Jonathan.

I've told Arthur about the number of times I've seen them together.

Who?

Oh, Angus.

Emily's Angus?

I thought you'd have known.

You're a bloody liar.

And she isn't all she says it's him.

I know my Angus.

And he just soon broken into the convent in red,

one of the nuns.

Well now.

Well now.

I've put up with you the lot of you for years.

But this has put pay to it.

As for Tubal.

You wait until my Angus hears about this,

then you'll know what Tubal means.

Well, I'm not sure.

You wait until my Angus hears about this,

then you'll know what Tubal means.

So, we've got something to say, Cotton.

I understand I'm giving your daughter a baby.

You dirty little.

Now hold on a minute.

I'm warning you.

Don't use any of those terms on me.

How did you persuade her, Cotton?

Did he give you a kick seducing my daughter?

Or was it something to do with your stupid ambition?

My what?

You're so stupid and badly educated.

You thought that the only way you could get on in the works

was by taking advantage of my family.

I'll take advantage of the fact that we're alone

and bust your bloody mouth up and fire Mr. Bleeden Radcliffe

and you can stick your works and your lousy job starting right from this minute.

Now!

Understood?

And that's for being stupid.

What about you?

I bet you don't even know what they call you in the yard, do you?

What's the matter? You're not interested?

There's a whole history of what they call you, you know.

It tells of how you got where you are.

Tit Radcliffe, the biggest sucker up in the game.

Here's another one.

What's Radcliffe's breath smell of?

Cherry Blossom from Lickin' All Them Boots.

And that's one of the polite ones.

Get out!

Oh, I'm happy to, but you'll not get me out until she comes in here

and tells you if it was me or not.

Well, get going and ring your bell or whatever it is you do.

I'm not leaving, I mean it!

What's the matter?

Jay, bring her again!

I'm sorry, Angus.

I told them and told them it wasn't you, but they still won't believe me.

I'm so sorry.

Have I ever touched you?

Have I ever said anything to you that was, like, out the place?

They say you're going to have a baby and that I'm the father.

If they're right, then I should marry you, shouldn't I?

No.

No, you're not, Angus. He's not. He's not.

That's enough of this.

Get out, Cotton!

All right.

I'm going.

I'm sorry, Angus. Please forgive me.

You remember something, Mr. Tit Ratcliffe, something you said to me the day.

You said that I was so stupid and so badly educated that I'd never get on.

Well, a man needs a spur like that sometimes in life, and I'll thank you for giving it to me.

Sherry Blossom.

Your life wouldn't be worth living in this town, Cotton!

You're not thinking of seeing him again.

What?

You mean, Angus?

Who do you think I mean?

You sound very cheerful.

You've missed all the fun.

Our beloved next-door neighbours have taken a tumble.

In fact, it might well scupper their social climbing for good.

What might?

After all Jonathan's condescension, all his arrogance...