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-Oh, my dear boy!

I'm delighted that you turned up.

And this must be Dyan.

Ah, I am your humble servant.

Please, do come in.

The country-gent thing is all fake.

I'm really a cockney from the East End.

But you'll find that we're all fakes in this town, my dear,

in one way or another.

Aren't we, Cary?

-Oh, absolutely.

-Alma! Where's my...

-♪ Sweets for my sweet ♪

♪ Sugar for my honey ♪

♪ Your first sweet kiss thrilled me so ♪

♪ Sweets for my sweet ♪

♪ Sugar for my honey ♪

♪ I'll never, ever ♪

[ Crickets chirping, laughter in distance ]

-You really are a pretty little thing, now, aren't you?

I'm Alma, Hitch's wife. -Hi.

-I didn't realise how young you were going to be.

Quite the youngest one of his I've seen.

Cary is, of course, eternally youthful himself,

but I was worried you might get bored.

-That's very kind, but no need to be concerned on my part.

I'm old beyond my years.

-How long have you and Cary been an item?

-Oh no, we're not an item.

-Well, that makes sense

because he's still married to my friend Betsy.

-I don't know what Cary's told you,

but we're just taking it easy right now.

-Alma, please tell me there's something to drink in this house

other than these godawful blue cocktails.

-Sorry, darling.

Afraid not.

Dyan was just telling me how you're not an item.

Oh, I do hope I haven't put my foot in it.

[ Chuckles ]

-Did you have to say that?

-Well, it's the truth.

And as she's just reminded me, you're still married.

-Well, it's also the truth that I haven't seen Betsy

for over three years.

-They're all going inside.

[ Rock music playing ]

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-Cary, would you like to say grace?

-Yes, I would.

Dear Lord, please punish our friend Alfred

to the full extent of your almighty powers

but spare his darling wife, Alma, who attempted,

as much as she could, to edit what we see before us,

but he insisted as ever on the final cut.

In the name of the Father, the Son,

and the Holy weekend box office, Amen.

-[ Laughing ] Amen. Very good.

Very funny.

-Hmm.

Ah.

Can't you even bear to look at me?

Are you gonna talk to me or not?

-You won't like what I have to say.

-Try me.

-I can't commit to someone who doesn't

share the same goals in life as me.

You know what I want -- a proper relationship

and somewhere down the line, I guess, a family.

Children.

-Well, I'm not asking you to commit.

We could be together now and be happy.

Just right now, for now.

Is there anything so terribly wrong with that?

Honestly?

-Sorry. Would you excuse me, please?

[ Indistinct conversations ]

-Dyan. Dyan!

Dyan, please, please, please.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I just -- I love having you in my life and I --

I want more.

Don't you feel the same? Don't you feel...

-This is so not...

how I expected you to be.

-I know.

Cary Grant would never throw himself at a woman.

That's why everybody wants to be Cary Grant.

Even I want to be Cary Grant.

But I'm -- I'm not. I'm...

I'm this schlump here.

[ Lisping ] I'm this guy!

Who's nuts about ya.

-[ Laughs ]

-What if I said I was in love with you?

-I-I can't do this.

I can't.

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-Rejection -- a constant theme in my life.

You know, if it wasn't for somebody saying

"I don't want you," there'd been times when it felt

as if nobody would be talking to me at all.

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-Okay, kid, you're all done.

You know the way out.

The door to the left.

That's the one.

He walks funny, like, uh, he's bandy.

And he's got a thick neck.

♪♪♪

-♪ Give my regards to Broadway ♪

♪ Remember me to Herald Square ♪

♪ Tell all the gang at 42nd Street ♪

♪ That I will soon be there ♪

♪ Whisper of how I'm yearning ♪

♪ To mingle with the old-time crowd ♪

♪ Give my regards to old Broadway ♪

♪ And say that I'll be there, 'ere long ♪

I-I can juggle, too.

And tumble.

-Have you ever spoken any lines?

-Um, er...

Uh, not yet.

I-I've mostly done vaudeville,

you know, tumbling and stuff.

But I'm willing to give it a try.

-What accent you got, kid?

-Uh, English. I'm from Bristol.

-Okay, thank you. Next.

-Tough crowd, kid.

-Okay, what's your name?

-George Burns.

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-What's the rush, Archie?

-Hello, Mrs. Selden.

-You're three weeks behind with the rent.

That gets to four, and your ass is out.

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[ Laughter ]

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[ Laughter ]

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[ Birds chirping ]

-[ Laughs ]

Here she is.

Ah, Grace.

-Your Royal Highness, if you don't mind.

-Oh! I'm terribly sorry.

Your Majesty.

Hello, love. -Mm.

-I'm so glad you came. -Oh.

-I wasn't sure you could.

I know how tight your schedule is.

-Well, I was intrigued.

Why could you be so desperate to see me?

-Ah. Come on. Cup of tea.

I've always wanted to know -- do you wear your crowns

at night, young lady?

-Only on Sundays.

-Standard contracts stipulated that actors, on their day off,

couldn't go more than 100 miles

from Sound Stage One at Universal Studios.

We're 99 1/2 miles away.

-[ Laughs ]

Only you would know something like that.

I doubt if the rest of us even bother to read our contracts.

-Oh, plenty of naughty boys did.

That's why Palm Springs became Hollywood's Sodom and Gomorrah.

-Well, of course, I wouldn't know.

I never got an invite.

-I made a lot of terrible mistakes in my life.

-Well, that's why we're still friends, isn't it?

Once you get someone into bed, it's all over.

-Shall we walk?

-So...why the summons?

-I've met someone. -Ah!

-I-I need advice from a fellow traveller.

-I knew it.

When he asked where I was going today,

I said to Rainier,

"I'm going to go and give dating tips

to one of the most desirable men in the world."

-Don't tease me, Grace. I'm in over my head.

-Over your big head? -Ha, ha.

I'm crazy about this girl. But she's broken it off.

She says there's no future for us.

She wants commitment.

I mean, she wants a family.

-Oh, I see. -Yeah.

So, what do you think? Could I?

Well, could I -- could I be that...thing?

I mean, I've been there before three times.

If I marry her, I'll just --

-End up making her hate you? -I was gonna say drive her away,

but I take your point.

-A boy from Bristol and a fake princess.

-Ha! -What a journey we've been on.

Where's it all going, I wonder?

-Ah.

I can't do it!

Grace, I-I-I can't be something --

I can't be a father.

I'm too set in my ways.

I'm too selfish.

-Hmm.

And that is exactly why you should do it,

dearest Archie.

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-He called my agency again yesterday asking for me.

-This is the dreamiest guy in the world we're talking about,

and you won't even answer his calls.

-It's over.

-Well, you could always give him my number.

-[ Laughs ] -He's a serial dater.

Sophia Loren, Eva Marie Saint, Marilyn Monroe.

-I don't know if I buy it.

What can I possibly have to offer Cary Grant?

I'm sure my agent just wants me to date him again

'cause it'll be good for my career.

-He's a junkie, too.

He does LSD.

-Always listen to yourself, Dyan.

If you don't feel comfortable getting back together with him,

then there must be a reason.

-He's into guys.

-Really? He doesn't come across as gay.

-Why don't I take your mind off him?

Take you out tonight. -No.

[ Telephone rings ]

-Pick the damn phone up!

-Hello?

Dyan?

It's for you.

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-Who is it?

Hello?

-Ah, finally!

I thought I was never gonna hear your voice again.

-How did you get this num--

How did you even know that I would be here?

-Well, it's actually quite a small town.

Most people, unlike you, tell me exactly what I want to hear.

Look, let me cut to the chase.

Have lunch with me tomorrow at the studio.

-Tomorrow? Um...

Sorry, I have to, um, run over

to the Fox lot to do some looping.

-On what movie?

I can call and get it rescheduled.

-No, I -- it's -- -Please, just one time.

One lunch.

I'll never bother you again, I promise.

-Uh, you know what? I-I was wrong. Um...

It's not until the day after tomorrow, so -- so sure.

-Wonderful. Well, that's settled then.

I'll see you tomorrow at 1:00 at the studio.

I'll put your name at the gate.

You'll meet Doris.

-Doris? -Yeah, you'll love her.

She's wonderful. See you tomorrow.

[ Receiver dings ]

-Shut up, okay? Just shut up.

-Thank you. -Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

-Ladies, your lunch companions.

-I suppose I wasn't bad-looking back then.

For long periods, it was just about all I had --

looking presentable.

You see, there were ladies of a certain age

who liked young lunch companions.

And I was happy to oblige.

At least I got to eat.

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[ Bell rings ]

-Tough crowd.

-George, isn't it? George Burns.

-The one and only.

And I didn't get the job either that day.

Remind me what your name is?

-Archie Leach.

What are you doing here?

-Oh, what am I doing?

Having lunch with my lawyer, if you must know.

He's picking up the cheque, so it's not all bad.

I guess you're not paying for lunch either.

-Oh, they're... -Oh, I'm sure it makes their day

to have a good-looking kid like you sitting right next to them.

So, uh, you're an actor, right?

-Sure, if someone give me a chance.

-You gotta do something about that accent.

You sound like a cross between Dutch Schulz

and Long John Silver.

So I got this friend, Fay Wray.

-I've heard of her.

-Yeah, well, her and her old man have written this play

and, uh, nothing in it for a Jewish comedian from New York,

but I happen to know that they're looking for

a good-looking fella to play opposite Fay.

Well, I remember seeing you from the theatre that day,

and, uh, I don't like to see someone struggling.

You believe in serendipity, Archie?

-I'm not sure what it is.

-Hmm. Look it up, kid.

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-I should be happy if I had none to fear but my enemies,

and no other hindrance to my salvation

but their calum -- call-um-na. call-um-nee.

Calumny.

If you cannot neither hind -- neither hindrance

to my salvation.

[ Accent changing ] I should be happy if I had

none to fear but my enemies.

And no other hindrance to my salvation

but their call-um-nee.

But their calum. But their calumny.

To my salvation but their calumny.

But, Heloise, you make me tremble.

Your letters declare to me

that you are enslaved to human love,

and yet, if you cannot conquer it, you cannot be saved.

If you cannot conquer it,

you cannot be saved.

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Your letters declare to me that you are

enslaved to human love.

If you cannot conquer it,

you cannot be saved.

Heloise, if you cannot conquer it,

you cannot be saved.

I'm Cary Lockwood.

I'm Cary. I'm Cary.

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Go get 'em.

-Okay, so Cary stands in front of one of the gravestones,

and he comes to his side.

-I should be happy if I had none to fear but my enemies,

and no other hindrance to my salvation but their calumny.

But, Heloise, you make me tremble.

Your letters declare to me that you are enslaved to human love,

and yet, if you cannot conquer it,

you cannot be saved.

-Okay, let's cut it there.

Thank you, Archie. We'll be in touch.

-Thank you. Thank you very much for

seeing me, Mr. Saunders, Miss Wray.

-Well, George Burns wasn't wrong about how good-looking he is.

I liked him.

I think we could have our Cary Lockwood.

-What the hell was that accent? Australian?

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-[ Laughs ]

-Dyan! Come and say hi to Doris.

-Hi, Dyan. -Hi.

-Nice to meet you.

Gosh, you're very pretty.

-Oh, uh, thank you, Doris.

Thank you.

I'm such a fan of all of your work.

-That's so kind of you to say.

And of Cary's, I assume?

-No, she's not seen anything I've ever been in.

[ Laughter ]

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-Oh. You're not gonna have any more?

-No. -Right, well...

waste not, want not.

-So, who else's food have you stolen?

-Well, what does that mean?

-Tell me about the other women in your life.

-Oh! You're nobody's pushover, are you?

-I hope not. -Okay.

Like who?

-Marilyn Monroe.

-What about her?

-Well, you knew her, didn't you?

-Mm-hmm. -God rest her soul.

What was she like?

-Uh, what was Marilyn like?

She was very -- very sweet,

and open, dangerously so,

and constantly putting herself in the hands

of the wrong people,

people who fed her cheap compliments

and alcohol and drugs.

She had so much love to give

and had none for herself.

-Cary, do you do drugs?

-What?

-I hear all this stuff about you and LSD.

I-I thought that was for junkies.

-It's all perfectly legal.

I do it under the supervision of my psychiatrist,

Dr. Morty Hartman.

It's part of my therapy.

-Why do you need therapy?

-Oh, there's a lot about me you don't know, Dyan.

[ Chuckles ]

-Are you gay?

-Goodness! Where did that come from?

-I mean, I don't think that you are,

but there are all these rumours.

And, I mean, I don't care. You seem to be a flirt.

Maybe you flirt with both sexes.

-I have loved a lot of people.

I married some of them.

And every one has broken my heart.

You're not gonna break my heart, are you?

-Probably. [ Both laugh ]

-Ah, I walked into that one.

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[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

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-[ Muttering lines indistinctly ]

-Break a leg, Archie.

-Come on.

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[ Applause ]

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-Fay Wray's new play "Nikki" opened at the Longacre Theatre

in New York City last night.

Written by her husband, John Monk Saunders,

a musical tale of derring-do... -...of derring-do

and aviation, the crowds received it

with rapturous applause. -...rapturous applause.

-Debuting as Cary Lockwood was a fine young man

called Archie Leach.

It is this reviewer's opinion

that this man has a bright future.

[ Applause ]

-Mr. Fox, I'll level with you,

I want to make sure I am never hard up again.

-George Burns recommended me?

The comedian?

-Yeah, he said you could guide me.

-He really is a comedian.

I work in real estate.

He calls me his agent, but all I did

is help him buy an apartment.

-Actually, that's fine with me.

I don't think some show-business-type

would suit me anyway.

So, you're making $175 a week from this play?

-That's right. -And how many weeks

has it been running? -Three weeks.

-You any good?

-I think so, yes.

-Well, then, we want a hike.

We tell them for the rest of the run we want $300.

And if they tour it --

-Oh, I don't know if they have plans to.

-Okay, well, we'll need a deal in principle if they do.

You married? -No.

-You own an apartment?

-I live in digs. -Okay.

-Outgoings?

-Maybe $20 a week.

I was thinking of hiring a car.

I met this actress and she's got to go to California

to do a test for a speaking part.

-You want to impress her?

-Well, I thought I'd drive her out there

when the play finishes, spend a couple of weeks with her.

She's already made some films with Chaplin and others,

but she wants to move into talkies.

To be honest, I don't know what she sees in me.

-You want my opinion?

You don't hire a car. You take her on the train, okay?

I mean, you've seen how much they're charging

for gas these days. Twenty two cents a gallon

I paid the last time I filled up.

I felt dizzy. -[ Chuckles ]

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[ Man vocalising ]

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-It was hard to tell what they thought.

I stumbled on a few damn words,

but I thought I did okay.

-You'll be fine.

You've already done pictures.

Everybody wants to see you do some more.

-But will they want to hear me?

-Hey, Ginny.

-Hello, Randy. What a surprise.

This is Archie.

-Archie Leach. -Randy Scott.

Are you an actor, too?

'Cause I could do without the competition.

[ Laughter ]

-Uh, strictly a stage actor.

-Ah, shame. You have a great look.

I could have a word with the casting department, if you like?

-Oh no, I -- -Get you a screen test?

[ Film reel clicking ]

-Whatever I have tried to do in life,

I have tried with all my heart to do it well.

Whatever I have devoted myself to,

I have devoted myself completely.

In great aims and in small,

I have always thoroughly been in earnest.

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[ Camera bulb pops ] I don't know why, but this time

when they said "action," I just felt at home,

like I knew what to do, how to move,

what expression was right, when to smile.

-I'm pleased for you, really I am.

-I'm sorry, darling.

The ups and downs of this business

can be quite the ride.

Did they say when they'd get back to you?

-Just "in due course."

Goddamn it. I've already made movies with Chaplin.

It's like I'm having to start over again.

How long is your contract for?

-Five years they've offered me,

at $450 a week!

And that's before Stanley talks to them.

Five years!

Don't you see? We've got it made!

I'm gonna be a star!

[ Telephones ringing ]

-Okay, so we need a little of your family history.

So we can put out a press release about you?

-Um, Archibald Alexander Leach,

date of birth -- January 18th, 1904.

-Okay. Mother, father, sisters, brothers?

-No. -No what?

-My mother's dead, and I don't see my father.

-I'm sorry. -I don't want you to put

anything about my family.

-Well, where were you born?

-I-I'd rather you just left that out.

-But I have to put something.

-Can you make it up?

-Well, where shall I say you were born?

-Wisconsin.

-Wisconsin? Why Wisconsin?

-I-I knew somebody from there once.

-So, do you just want me to make it all up?

-I don't care what you put.

Whatever it is, it'll be better than the truth.

-Okay.

Well, there's one more thing.

They want you to change your name.

Archie Leach doesn't cut it.

-[ Chuckles ] But that's my name.

-The conditions specify a new professional name.

They say it sounds kinda clumsy.

-Okay.

-Anything come to mind?

-Well, I-I played a part recently,

and I like that name.

It was Cary. Cary Lockwood.

-Cary Lockwood, okay.

Uh, no.

There's another actor called Lockwood.

Um, I like Cary, though.

Here. It's a list of names from the Los Angeles phone book.

Try one of those.

-It's impossible. How can I choose?

-Just put your finger on one.

-Stumpfnagel.

-Try again.

-Grant.

-Cary Grant?

-Cary Grant.

-Okay. That'll do.

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-Boy, what a great day to have good eyesight.

What a great -- What a great day to have good eyesight.

Now, what was it that George Burns called it?

Ah, yes, serendipity.

-Who was that?

-Contract guy. -Who?

-I can't remember his name.

He's making "Madame Butterfly," I think.

-I don't care if he's making "Little Nell."

If he can talk, I'll take him.

-[ Chuckles ] You'll take him? For what?

-For the lead, of course.

-[ Laughs ]

Are you insane?

You finally have a studio ready to make a Mae West picture,

and you want for your co-lead

somebody practically off the street?

Why him?

-I'll give you three good reasons --

"S," "E," and "X."

-I don't even know his name.

-Well, go find what it is and get him for me.

Enjoying it, big boy?

You're gonna make a lot of dough from now on, thanks to old Mae.

-I'm very grateful.

-You're friends with Randy Scott?

-Yes, we're -- we're thinking of renting a house together.

-Let me know if you need somebody to come over

and do your laundry.

-Okay, quiet on set!

Here we go, Mae.

Roll sound! And action!

-You know, I always did like a man in a uniform,

and that one fits you grand.

Why don't you come up some time and see me?

I'm home every evening.

-Yeah, but I'm busy every evening.

-Busy?

-Yes, it really was me she said that line to.

And, no, I didn't take her up on it.

[ Film reel clicking ]

I already had more than enough going on in that department.

-♪ And swing me 'round the floor ♪

-♪ Oh, oh ♪

-♪ And kiss me more and more ♪

♪ What are you waiting for? ♪

-Well, I'd achieved the wildest of my wildest dreams.

Everything I'd ever hoped for had come true.

That's not something most people get to say.

I got offered lead parts.

My name was up in lights.

They started calling me a star

and paying me like one.

-♪ Don't stop, don't stop ♪

♪ Go, go, go, go, go ♪

-Moved into a beach house with Randy Scott.

We sent the rumour mill into overdrive.

-♪ Go, go ♪

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All kinds of things said about two bachelors

sharing together, and we loved it.

Studios, though -- they tried to force me to move out.

Nah. I resisted.

"It's cheaper," I said.

"We split the rent."

[ Laughter ]

Wasn't under contract.

I chose the directors. I chose the producers.

I chose the writers, my co-stars.

I had total control.

It was terrifying. Why?

Well, because, deep down I knew

that it wasn't gonna make me happy.

Not real happiness.

In the end, being one of the biggest stars in the world

and having hundreds of millions of people

think they know me -- that didn't do it.

How could it?

I didn't know me.

That's the truth of it.

[ Telephone ringing ]

Somebody get that, please!

[ Ringing continues ]

[ Clears throat ] Hello?

[ Man speaking indistinctly ]

-Who?

[ Knock on door ]

-Come in.

-What's up?

Premiere -- it couldn't have gone any better.

Everybody loves you.

-Not everybody, Stanley.

Barbara and I had another huge fight.

I slept here again.

-You want a drink?

-Sure. Something strong.

-Scotch.

-It's going to be divorce number two, I'm afraid.

-Where do I start?

You marry this beautiful woman,

who happens to be the most wealthy woman in the world.

Now, why wouldn't you want to stay married

to a person like that?

-I do, Stanley. She doesn't.

It's -- It's an irretrievable situation.

-Now, why would you say a thing like that?

-Because it's true.

I just had a call.

-What, from Barbara?

-No, no.

The voice at the end of the phone

asked to speak to Archie Leach.

Took me a moment before I realised it was referring to me.

-Who was it?

-My father.

I haven't heard from him for nearly 30 years.

-What did he want?

-He didn't say.

Just that he had something to tell me,

and could I please go for a visit?

-We've just done a two-picture deal with RKO.

You don't have time to go to England.

-Oh, there's always time. You can sort it out.

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So I came back to where it all started.

Cary Grant found himself in the land of Archie Leach.

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-Ha. Pleased to see you.

I don't believe it's you.

Little Archie all grown up.

-Hello, Dad.

-Oh, this is, uh -- this is your, uh --

this is Eric.

-My brother. Half brother.

How do you do? -All right.

-Eric, get Archie a drink, will you?

What'll you have? Pint of bitter?

-Why not?

So, how have you been these last few decades?

-Yeah, can't complain.

Enough money to keep us in baccy and bevvies.

You can't ask for more than that, can you?

-Right.

-What's your accent, boy?

-I've been in America quite a long time.

You may not have noticed.

It tends to rub off.

-[ Chuckles ] Well, you've done mighty well.

Don't think I'm not proud of you.

I'm just sorry you didn't carry on with the family name.

-Well, they asked me to change it,

and I wasn't really in a position to refuse.

-As long as you're not ashamed of us.

[ Indistinct conversations in background ]

-Well, [sighs]...

...I'm here.

What is it you wanted to say

that you couldn't say on the telephone?

-Ah.

-Thank you, Eric.

-No! No, no, no.

It's not every day you get to buy

a famous film star a pint of wallop.

-Well, here's mud in your eye.

-Cheers.

-Oh. It's pretty good.

-Eric, could you leave us for a few moments, boy?

Only there's things I need to discuss with Archie.

-'Course, yes.

-I think I know why he came down here.

I think he wanted to meet you.

-Ah. -I can't get over it.

You leaving here as a boy and coming back as a man.

Good-looking man at that and all.

-Well?

-Well, my health's not been too good,

but my conscience is clear.

I know none of us know when, you know, how long we got,

but when it comes, I shall go with my head held high.

-Your conscious is clear about what?

-I did it for you.

I didn't want her interfering, Archie.

I thought she'd hold you back.

-What are you talking about?

-Well...

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

It's your mother I'm talking about.

-What about her?

-No nice way to say it, but...

she's still alive.

-W-What do you mean?

-I did it for you, boy.

You -- You know how she was when we lost John.

-My mother is alive?

While -- while we're -- while we're talking in this pub,

Mum is alive somewhere?

-Yeah, that's so.

-Where?

Where is she?

-She's in Fishponds Asylum.

I-I had to put her there.

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-You told me she was dead.

You -- You told a little boy

that his mother was dead.

-I judged it was the best thing to tell you at the time

in the state she was in.

She became a very difficult person to live with.

She was giving me all sorts of problems!

-You were meant to look after her.

You were meant to protect her.

She's your wife.

She's your fucking wife!

-Aaah! Aah! I did it for you, boy!

-Fucking evil! -I did it for you!

-You told me she was dead!

-I did it for you, boy!

Whoa. Oh.

[ Moaning ]

Don't be too hard on me, boy. I've only just got you back.

-You don't get me back. You don't have a son.

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-Welcome to our hospital, Mr. Grant.

-Thank you. -Please.

-Hello. -Hello.

-She's never really caused us any problems.

I asked around for years whether she had any other family

than her husband, given his inflexibility.

But I never got to the bottom of it.

If only we'd known who her son was.

I've seen lots of your films.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

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-Hello, Mother.

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I mean, I know I've grown a little.

Do you recognise me at all?

-It's your son, Mrs. Leach.

Remember he was coming to see you today?

-My -- My son?

No, this -- this isn't my son.

No, where's Archie? Where's my little Archie?

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