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You must remember this.

A kiss is still a kiss.

A star is just a sigh.

The fundamental things apply as time goes by.

Absolute nonsense. No, I'm sorry.

No, no, definitely not. Goodbye.

Who was that you were charming?

Alistair. He wants me to write another book.

Oh, what a good idea.

It's a terrible idea.

Autobiography, he said.

I've already done my autobiography, my life in Kenya.

Yes, which was very... very... You're struggling, aren't you?

No, I'm not. I'm just searching for the right word.

Absorbing. Yes, that's the word.

Perhaps to the three people who read it.

Did you want me?

No, I just came to ask you to ask me out to lunch today.

Oh.

Would you like to come out to lunch today? Yes, please.

Now, about this book.

Now, don't look like that.

Think of it as an autobiography part two.

There was life after Kenya.

There was us.

Meeting again after all those years.

Now, that was a very romantic opening.

Sounds made up.

Well, it wasn't.

And it was romantic.

Dickie, I don't think...

There is to be.

I've got a taxi waiting. I shan't be a moment, honestly. Mum, Sandy, Lionel.

hello. Hi. Do sit down. Two minutes.

Right.

Can I get you a drink?

No, thanks.

I've got a taxi waiting.

Shall we get on? Yes, of course.

Ready? Yes.

Won't be late.

Right. Bye -bye. Bye -bye.

Well, how was the evening?

How was Coco?

He thought he knew you.

Did he say anything else?

No. That's the trouble. He wouldn't even come in. He said if you remembered him,

you'd know why.

Do you remember him?

You do.

That's why you got dressed up. I've not got dressed up. Oh, so you don't

remember him, then.

Oh.

It's you.

When was this taken?

Well, as you can see, we're standing in front of a cave dressed in skins.

You're smiling at each other. Yes, we just discovered how to make fire.

All right, it was a long time ago. What happened?

Well, I think we had the photograph taken. We went and had tea.

Come on. You know what I mean. Was it a romance?

Judy, I was 19.

Kissing in the back row of the pictures was a romance then.

I'm his daughter.

Maths never was your strong point.

No.

So, why wouldn't he come in and say hello?

Well, I expect he didn't fancy a ring to his reunion.

He said to ask you.

Well, you've asked me, and I don't know, and it's not important.

Oh,

things change.

Yes. Your hair's different.

Yes.

I've got a bit of grey myself.

Well, at least I haven't a bald spot.

Well, good for you.

I have got a trouble from back.

I get cramp.

Oh, my God, it is a wrinkly reunion.

What are we doing here?

Well, I'm not here to compare wrinkles. I just want to set the record straight,

that's all.

Yes, so do I.

So, why didn't you write?

Oh, no, let's not play games.

Why didn't you write?

Where to?

Second Lieutenant Hardcastle, somewhere in Korea.

I sent you the full address as soon as I had one. Well, I didn't get a letter.

Well, I sent it.

Oh, no.

As ridiculously simple as that. A lost letter.

Oh, dear.

I suppose we're in some rack somewhere.

Could be in the Imperial War Museum, for all we know. Letter from Subaltern to

Sweetheart, circa 1953.

All still in Korea.

It's integrated in the soil.

I'd like to think it fed a tree.

People put newspaper on their compost heaps. Yes, they do.

So, we've finished as Korean compost.

I like the Imperial War Museum better.

Yes.

I think I do.

You didn't bother to write a second bloody letter, did you?

Am I boring you?

It's us 38 years ago.

This is where we first met.

I know.

Do you think we're in some sort of time warp?

Perhaps we're hallucinating.

Excuse me, you said.

Could you direct me to Curzon Street?

Pretty steamy opening gambit, wasn't it?

Curzon Street.

I didn't. It was the first street that came into my head.

Well, I tell my father and mother I'd been picked up by a soldier in the park.

They had a thousand fits.

On the road to hell?

Something like that.

We didn't do that on our first date.

We didn't do anything on our first date.

You swung from the branch of a tree.

Not so, I did.

Were you impressed?

I tried not to laugh.

Of course, it may not be their first date at all.

I hope it is.

Why? I just do.

So that's the first chapter done.

What do you mean, done?

Well, it's all in your head, isn't it?

Now, chapter two.

Jean and Lionel went for a nice walk.

We went for dozens of walks. Not like that one.

We found the hotel.

What hotel?

The hotel.

Oh, yes.

So, that's a chapter.

Wasn't as easy to find as we thought, was it? Not quite, no.

I wonder what happened to that footpath.

Where are you?

Here.

What are you doing?

I fell over.

Why?

Are you all right?

I'm wonderful. I'm having a wonderful walk.

Look, it was as much your idea as mine.

A bigger man wouldn't have said that.

Well, I'm not a bigger man. I'm a lost man.

Which way shall we go?

I don't know. I'm not an Indian scout.

Where have the woods gone? I can't see any woods. I've set up for a road.

I can see some telegraph poles.

What do you intend to do? Shin up one and find out where they are?

Telegraph poles mean a road.

Unless they're going across a field.

Have you got any better ideas?

Yes.

Wait for Humphrey Bogart to come along towing the African queen.

And now you've looked us up again.

Well, not so much looked you up as stumbled through her head and found you.

Did you work here in 1953?

Oh, no, dear.

I was still at school.

Enjoy your tea, dear.

At least she was alive in 1953.

I knew someone had to be.

We should have gone to Eastbourne. We'd be comparative striplings in Eastbourne.

You'd have wowed them with your trainers.

Well, it's the first time for everything, I suppose.

Yes.

I suppose so.

Why are you smiling?

Nice tea.

Yeah, I know it's a nice tea.

You don't smile like that over a nice tea.

Well, I do.

What do you do if you have a nice dinner? Shriek with laughter?

The honey's nice.

Look, I'm not a fool.

You're not smiling about the tea and the honey. You're smiling about something

else. All right, I am. What?

I don't feel like telling you.

Aren't we a little old for games?

It's not games.

If you don't know why I smile, then I'm not telling you, because you should.

Should what?

No. Well, I don't.

Oh, have some honey.

I don't want any honey.

It's not the shoes. They're not that funny. No, it's not the shoes.

I haven't got mud on my face, have I? Why are you suddenly so concerned about

your personal appearance?

I've lost interest in this conversation.

So have I.

Funny being back, there.

Yes, funny.

It was smaller than I remember.

From the outside?

Then I suppose it never had more than 12 rooms, was it?

Good God.

I've just remembered something.

Oh?

Yes. Then, in one of those 12 rooms or so, we made love for the

first time.

Did we really?

That's why you were smiling. You remembered.

So why didn't you say so?

I didn't want to be the only one who did remember.

Yes, I see.

Room eight.

With a squeaky door.

Mr and Mrs Ambrose Smith.

I always wondered why you added the Ambrose. I didn't want to be too

You think they knew?

Well, as we had no luggage and were both as red as beetroots, I think they must

have done.

Now you're smiling.

I was just thinking of the 28 cups of coffee we had after dinner before we

up to the room.

It wasn't really 28.

Seemed like it.

You kept ordering them.

I didn't want to rush you. Oh.

I've always wondered, did you plan that night?

Oh, give me some credit.

I'd have had a suitcase in the car if I'd planned it.

We didn't even have a toothbrush.

You wore a grey slip.

Oyster. Oh, oyster.

I kept giggling all the next day at the hospital.

Who with?

No one.

Just everything everybody said seemed to have a double meaning.

What about you when you went back to the camp?

Oh, it isn't really a time for giggling when you're on Adjutant's Parade.

I don't mean did you giggle. I mean, did you tell anyone?

No.

I think I probably just walked about with a silly smile on my face all day.

I couldn't get over the fact that the night before I'd made love to the most

beautiful girl I'd ever laid eyes on.

Oh.

Would you like some more hot water?

No, thank you.

Right.

Inventive. That's what writers are supposed to be. And what did I come up

Mr and Mrs Ambrose Smith.

Yes, but you weren't a writer then. You were flustered.

You were young and flustered.

Well, considering what was about to take place, I had a right to be.

Yes, of course you did.

They must have known.

Mr and Mrs Ambrose Smith with red faces and no wedding ring.

I think they probably did.

I also look guilty when I lie, you see. Always have.

It's a little white lie. Everyone tells little white lies from time to time.

Yes.

Yes, I suppose they do.

Why are you looking like that?

Oh, I was just thinking.

Some white lies are whiter than others.

Lionel's a psychiatrist.

Really? How fascinating.

Absolutely fascinating.

Oh, it's just a job, really.

Look, you can follow me around all day on your knees, if you like, but I'm not

treating Stephen.

Nobody mentioned anything about treating.

He just wants to talk to you. In my professional capacity of a psychiatrist?

Yes, but I didn't know he meant that till it was too late.

Presumably, if he'd asked you for a judo lesson, you'd have given him one, would

you?

Well, of course not. I don't know a thing about judo. Well, I don't know

anything about psychiatry.

Yes, well, it's much easier to pretend to be a psychiatrist than it is to be a

judo player.

That's the most extraordinary claim I've ever heard. Look, a girlfriend of mine

has been to a psychiatrist once a week for months, and she can hardly get a

out of him.

He thinks she ought to work her own solution out by herself, so he just

and says, I see a lot.

She pays him for this, does she?

Yes, she says it's doing her good.

Unloading her problems is doing her good.

Months, you say?

Almost a year.

Well, I'm not seeing Stephen every week.

He just wants a chat.

I'm not messing about with his mind.

Oh, well, let's face it, there's not much to mess about with, is there?

not the point.

If you'd told him I was a surgeon, you wouldn't ask me to take his appendix

would you? Oh, come on, credit me with a bit of common sense.

Oh, God.

That'll be Stephen.

What?

Well, when you were in the bath, he rang, and I said to come round about ten

'clock. You know, best to get it open.

I think this is the unfairest thing anyone's ever done to me, and I do mean

done. Yes, I know.

Hello, Stephen.

Oh, good morning.

Lionel, this is awfully good of you.

Oh, come in, Stephen.

Go through. I'll be with you in a minute.

Now, Lionel, please.

Have you just had a session?

Yes, we have.

I'll see you tonight.

You can't do this. Oh, I know, I know.

Please, please, Lionel, please.

Look, Stephen, I...

Yes, that'll do.

I say, this is very relaxing. It's not at all like consulting. It's more like a

home, really.

I see.

Pardon? I said, I see.

Poor Jean.

Why poor Jean again?

Well, I mean, meeting you was so late in life. You know how fond I was of David.

I'd only been absolutely delighted if you'd met someone... Well, after a

interval. Yes. Yes, well, I know you would, but... Well, now I have met

But so late.

That's the second time you've said that.

You're not exactly in our dotage.

No, of course you're not. And companionship can be a wonderful thing

way.

Poor Jean.

Penny, I think you ought to know that my relationship with Lionel goes a long

way beyond companionship.

Good gracious, does it?

Of course.

You mean... Yes, of course.

say. Well, it's not the kind of thing you throw into the conversation right

away, is it?

I think it's wonderful.

Good. But you didn't say.

No, we've done that once.

No, but I mean, I've automatically put you in separate rooms.

Oh, oh.

Oh, no. Well, that's fine. No, no, no. It isn't fine.

You should have said.

Look, I'll change things round upstairs. It won't take a jiff.

Is that the time?

I'm ready for bed.

So am I.

I'm not. I'm not tired at all.

Shall I make some more coffee? No, no, no. There's no need for that.

I know.

Let's play Trivial Pursuits.

It's one o 'clock.

Oh, is it?

Everybody tired?

All right, then.

I'm off, then. Good night, everybody. Good night.

Why?

Penny changed things around.

Oh, did she?

We are guests.

I know we're guests, but that's no reason for her to... Why did she change

things around? I don't know.

I'd better have a word. No.

It was me.

I see.

Don't smile.

It wasn't intentional.

Against the grain of today's behaviour, we're going to act like grown -ups.

Tis a bed made for two people.

True.

Why are you cuddling a cushion?

It's not just a cushion, is it?

Is it?

No.

It's another chapter for the book.

There isn't going to be a book.

And if there were, there certainly wouldn't be a chapter about cushions.

cushions. This cushion.

Sorry? I do wish you'd follow my thread.

Where to? Never Neverland?

It's a perfectly logical train of thought. Look.

This could go on all day.

All right, then.

There.

Or all week.

Look, where is the cushion?

The cushion is on the floor.

Why?

Because you put it there. But why did I put it there?

I can only assume that... Oh.

At last.

Oh.

Are we alone?

Er... I was with somebody under the sofa, yes.

I meant Judith or Sandy.

Yes, I know you did.

Yes, they left a note on the fridge, painting the town.

I'm glad.

You're getting very liberal.

I mean, I'm glad they're out.

So am I.

At last, we've got a bit of weekend to ourselves.

Very well, time.

I'm sorry, I didn't know you were going to lean on me. I wasn't going to lean on

you. I was just going to snuggle up.

That would get in the way at the moment.

Oh, I'm sorry.

The way of what?

Well, all this should have happened all those years ago.

Your letter would have reached me in Korea and I would have come home and...

Well, actually, I'd have done this.

But my knee wouldn't have clicked.

Yes.

No, it wouldn't. Yes, I will marry you.

Well, I haven't asked you yet.

You were going to, weren't you?

Well, yes, but I'd sooner actually say it if it's all Zen. Oh, sorry.

You all right down there?

Yes, I'm fine.

Now, you may... You may think that I've taken a long while getting around

to this. Yes.

No.

There is a reason.

Cold feet?

May I finish or not? Sorry, sorry.

I didn't really have anything to offer you, you see.

I mean, dribs and drabs of money from the book, the odd lecture.

I mean, the television's money, so that's fine, but it won't last forever.

But now with the house, I can offer you something proper, something real.

That's why you were going on about the money.

Probably sounds stupid, but that's the way I am.

No, it's not stupid.

And there's something else.

Oh, is there?

Yes.

I fell in love with you the first day I met you.

And I don't think I've ever stopped loving you.

Well, that's it, really.

I love you too.

Well, that's good.

Can I say yes now?

Yes, please.

Yes.

There's always something, isn't there?

What is it? My knee's locked.

What are you doing?

It's our wedding photographs.

Because? Well, a few photographs never hurt a book.

Well, I suppose the odd holiday snap would have brightened up war and peace.

Well, I'll ignore that.

I thought you might.

Now, that one would make a very nice cover.

Us on a cover?

Do you seriously think that would be a selling point?

I don't see why not.

We look quite respectable. Quite nice, really.

Oh, well, that clinches it.

You can almost hear the buzz in the bookshops, can't you?

Let's buy that book with those nice, respectable people on the cover. I do

you'd be more positive about this.

There's certainly a chapter about the wedding.

Everyone loves to read about a wedding.

Yeah, but nothing happened.

Sorry? Well, apart from me marrying the woman I love, you know.

Quite uneventful, it wasn't a chapter.

Oh.

I'll tell you what would make a chapter, though.

A long chapter.

Well, that's better. What?

The list of everybody you wanted to invite.

That would take up to 200 pages, at least.

Where's your list?

It's in here.

Well, how many people on that?

Seventy -eight.

Seventy -eight? Well, it'll come down a bit.

Oh, really?

Yes, well, you must be very careful not to leave people out. They can get very

hurt.

Who are all these people?

I mean, who, for instance, is Stanley Gilchrist?

Well, he's my chiropodist.

He's a sweet man, and he hasn't had an easy life.

That's the criteria, and that list's going to get bigger, not shorter. Now,

don't just make sweeping statements about it. Now, just tell me one thing.

How on earth do you expect to get these hundreds of people into this house?

There are not hundreds, and that's no problem. Get spread out at a wedding

reception. Half of them on the roof, presumably.

Right, that's done it. Come on.

Where are you going? We're going downstairs. Come on.

What, now?

Yes, now.

We just want to prove a point.

It's 11 o 'clock.

Well, there is life after 11 o 'clock. Come on.

Let's clear out the cupboard under the stairs while we're at it.

Now, we'll move the furniture back and they'll all stand about in little

And tell me, how much room does a little group take up?

Say, four people.

Well, about... about that much.

That's if they're all standing like this.

And how much would your group of four people take up?

Oh.

Say, about that much.

really huge people, are they?

No, not particularly.

But you don't stand about at a wedding reception with your hands at your sides.

I mean, people have drinks in their hands and they make gestures while they

talk.

Gestures? I didn't say anything about flailing your arms about.

Oh, Minnie, I exaggerated.

Yes, you did.

Anyone who'd flail their arms about like that would need a whole room to

themselves. Well, you gesture then, just naturally.

Well, all right.

gesture like that.

Not unless they have extraordinarily short arms.

Well, you'll need a secretary.

To help me dry two coffee mugs?

No, to help you with the book.

You're like a terrier with a bow. Well, you will.

Look, it's a non -existent book, so I'll have a non -existent secretary. How's

that? Well, put your mind to it and the book could become existent.

Is that a real word?

I think so.

Anyway, you know what I mean.

And if you do get down to it, Then you will need a secretary.

This will be a hand -picked secretary?

Of course. Why do you ask?

To think about Daisy.

Who?

The secretary I had that you didn't hand -pick.

I don't remember.

You'll be glad to hear that we've sorted everything out.

We've decided to be very large -hearted and not envy Sally Curtis because she's

perfect. Good.

And you don't have to see her again, do you?

No.

Not unless she's so besotted with me that she can't leave me alone.

You should be so lucky.

Lucky?

I couldn't be doing it with anybody who's perfect. I much prefer you.

I suppose if I think about that for a very long time, I could take it as a

compliment.

Of course.

Well, I'd better be going.

You might even get to like her.

Oh, now we're getting into the realms of fantasy.

Look, you're bigger than she is. I know that.

Bigger hearted. Try it. Make the first move. You might be surprised.

Are you thinking of becoming a United Nations peacekeeper?

At least give it a chance.

What, because I'm suddenly big hearted?

Not suddenly.

Oh.

See you tonight.

See you tonight.

Good morning.

Good morning.

I'm Daisy.

Sally Curtis sent me to do some secretary work for Mr. Harcastle.

Oh, did she really?

Come in. Thank you.

Look what Sally sent you.

Hello.

I'm Daisy.

Good morning.

Come through, I've just made a pot of coffee.

This way.

Here.

I'll kill her.

Good morning, Gwen Flagg.

Oh, yes, Mrs. Flagg, do come in. I'm Jean Parditter.

Oh, I only know you by repeat, of course.

I've been sent by your other branch.

Apparently, Daisy wasn't found completely satisfactory.

No, apparently not.

Do come through. Mr Hardcastle's in here.

Good morning, Gwen Slack.

Ah, good morning.

This is Daisy's replacement.

Replacement? Apparently, Daisy wasn't found completely satisfactory.

Wasn't she?

Look, Mrs Slack, there's some fresh coffee in the kitchen. Down there. Why

you go and help yourself to a cup? Well, that's very kind. Very kind.

Don't you wrinkle your nose at me.

What are we up to?

You'd just closed the bedroom door. Oh, yes.

Well, at the risk of sounding prurient, what happened next?

I said hello.

But you just had dinner downstairs.

Why say hello?

I don't know why I said it. I just said it. Well, it doesn't sound very

romantic, does it?

What about something like, and I know I'm not a writer, but what about

like... Oh, my darling, you look so lovely.

I couldn't have said that. Too shy?

No, Jean was in the bathroom. I couldn't see her.

Now, I don't want you to get ahead of yourself, but did you undress?

Well, I didn't jump into bed with all my clothes on.

Well, that brings us to the issue of socks.

Does it?

Yes. I know I can't speak for the whole of...

Socks off last is a dead turn off.

Well, you'll be sure to hear that I never take my socks off last. Oh, dear.

Anyway, after I said hello... Mr. Flack was rather keen on, well, that

side of things. And surprisingly enough, he was quite good at it. I mean...

And Jean said, yes, he...

for getting me in the mood, as you might say. We've established that I didn't.

Strange things, Doc.

I know they serve a purpose, but when it comes to that side of things, they're

best disposed of as quickly as possible.

I find the cardigans come under the same category.

I mean, I know it's enough garment in their own right, but somehow just not

conducive. Would you excuse me for just a moment, Mrs Flagg? Yes.

I thought I was taking you out to lunch.

You are.

Well, they don't serve meals in Judy's room.

I'm just sorting through some books that Judy wants me to send her.

Harvey the Hamster. Isn't she a bit old for that? Oh, no, that's one of her

favourites. It's a lovely book. He goes to sleep at his little house at the end.

Well, nothing like a dramatic climax.

Anyway, Judy wants it.

I shall never understand women.

Oh, I should give up trying.

Oh, look, a book of love poems.

If I did understand what you mean, I'd say that was more natural than a book

about a hamster called Harvey.

It wasn't on her list.

Oh, look, there's an inscription in it as well. To dear Judith, with fondest

wishes, Eric.

You're going to say who's Eric now, aren't you?

I'm not, as a matter of fact.

I shall never forget your face when you first saw him.

Judy was on the rebound at the time. I know, but even so, Eric.

Yes, even so, Eric.

Where are you going?

Out.

Anywhere special?

No, just out.

Bye.

That's significant.

I thought it might be.

She doesn't want to be here when Eric comes.

I'm beginning not to want to be here when Eric comes.

Look, if he's very short... Yes?

No, I mean really short, don't stand next to him, will you?

over him.

I'll just sit very low in my seat.

When he sits down, I'll pop a cushion under his little box.

I'm not sure what to do if he's a giant.

Why should he be a giant?

Why have you entirely discounted the possibility that he could be just a very

average person?

Because of the way that Judy said we'd better get it over with.

Well, she could have just have meant... Yes.

Who meant? Yes.

Well, just give me a minute, will you? Yes.

You're beginning to have your doubts now.

I wish we were still in Scotland.

What, and how are all this going on without us knowing about it?

Well, what going on? Well, whatever it is.

Oh, my dear.

All right, I'll go.

Well, this is no good. We look as if we're waiting for him to come in.

Well, we are.

Yes, but we shouldn't.

to meet you both.

It is customary to say hello back.

Yes, of course. Hello, Eric.

Eric. How are you?

Oh, I'm very well, thank you. And yourself?

Me? Oh, I'm very well.

Yes, I'm very well, too.

That's good, isn't it?

Yes, it is, all being well.

Eric, would you like a drink? Oh, no, no, I'll do it. No, I'll do it. You all

sit down. No, I'm here already. You all sit down. Oh, Eric?

A soft one, please.

Sorry?

Eric would like a soft one, please, Julie. Yes, I heard.

Don't want to block the old escutcheon after 35 years.

Escutcheon? Driving licence.

No, quite.

Thank you.

So, Eric.

Yes?

You've been driving for 35 years.

Yes, that's right. I took it up rather late, I'm afraid.

Here we are.

What?

Oh, yes.

Well, here's to... to... Eric?

Yes?

No, I mean, here's to Eric. Oh, thank you very much.

Sir Eric?

How did you find us?

I've been here before.

Have you?

Oh, yes, of course you have. Silly question.

We can't stay long.

Oh, that's all right, Judith. There's plenty of time.

Is there?

That's good, isn't it?

Far less traffic on the roads, of course, when I learn to drive. Oh, well,

would be.

There must have been. Far less.

There's a great deal more now, don't you think so, Lionel?

Yes, there is, definitely.

Far more.

I wonder what the increase in volume is.

Oh, he's driven off.

Can't have been Eric after all.

What if you were to see something?

Like what?

Well, I don't know, anything.

What do you intend to do, lean out of the window and shout, Take your hands

my daughter, you dirty old man.

No, it's not that.

Oh, my.

He is too old for her, isn't he? I don't think it's any of our business.

Well, of course it's our business. We're her parents. No, we are not.

Well, you're her stepfather.

Makes me sound like someone in a pantomime.

You mean you have no excuse to stand back when there's a family crisis?

I don't consider this a crisis.

But what if he proposes?

They've only known each other a week.

He hasn't got time on his side, has he?

Joan Fontaine.

What? What?

You just said Joan Fontaine.

Why? Well, goodness knows.

You're always waking up and saying strange things.

She was Olivia de Havilland's sister.

I must have nodded off and made the connection.

Well, if you can call it a connection, yes.

It's from Judy. She sends her love.

Good. How's married life?

Well, it sounds very good.

Seems that Alistair is finally doing an impression of a real human being.

Had to happen eventually?

Yes. Wasn't what you call the smoothest courtship in the world, was it?

More like a running battle at times.

Sandy and Harry had some bumpier moments as well.

You can't blame the boy for liking rugby.

Liking? He was obsessed with it.

Still... They all had a happy ending.

What was that song?

What song?

The one about the bumpy road to love.

I don't know.

Joan Fontaine didn't sing it, did she?

Marriage? That's right.

The big M.

That isn't what you're supposed to do next, Judy.

No, I know. I just should have had some warning.

What was I supposed to do?

Say, hey, I shall be proposing to you later today.

No, I don't know.

Why? What kind of a question is that?

It's a fairly important one.

Well, because... Look, can we go up to your bedroom?

This isn't the one about thinking more clearly when we're lying down, is it?

No.

This is all wrong.

This is a kitchen. You're making coffee.

This should be happening on a golden beach in Acapulco or a snow -covered ski

lodge in San Maris. And would I still be making coffee?

Judy, I'm serious.

Yes, I think you are.

So, this is the kitchen. You pick the time and the spot.

Well, could you at least stop making coffee?

Sorry.

As I told you before, impulse is my middle name.

It suddenly happened to me on the way back from lunch. Kaboom!

Now, the furthest your impulses have ever got you before is asking me to move

with you. I know. I want you to know that that offer still stands should you

no to marriage.

You know, I've been thinking.

I really appreciated you coming around yesterday.

There's nothing to appreciate. I missed you.

But Saturday's a rugby day.

I postponed it.

What game?

Nothing more to do.

You postponed a rugby game so that you could come and see me?

No, the game was postponed.

Frozen pitch.

Oh, I see.

But I would have come round anyway.

Would you really?

Of course I would.

As soon as the game was over.

It's odd, isn't it? Here we are, sitting here, talking about where we're going

to live and having babies.

Only yesterday you were putting off having lunch with me so you could see a

college friend.

I'm very glad I did, Judy, because that's what really made me propose.

You don't mean that it was his idea?

Well, Leo.

Leo once described marriage as an institution to which only lunatics get

committed. No, it was just seeing him again.

I don't follow.

Judy, the guy was a wreck.

A burnt -out shell of a man.

A husk.

So you came home and proposed to me?

Well, don't you see?

Leo's only a couple of years older than I am.

A guy can't go on burning the candle in the middle as well as at both ends

forever. If I don't do something about it now, I could end up like that.

Which makes me the something.

Well, yes.

What do you think I am, a Salvation Army hostel?

Judy. You go and get yourself a nun.

Well, in his heart, it's always been Judy.

He's just got engaged to another woman.

Yes, but you know what he's like. He's a bit of a fly -by -night. It mightn't

last.

And that's what you want for Judy, is it? A bit of a fly -by -night?

Well, at least he's a nice fly -by -night.

I give up. I really do.

I wonder what this Mercury's like.

I'm not sure I can actually bring myself to call anyone Mercury.

It could be worse.

She could be called British Telecom.

It's Mercury time.

Look, Judy, if you don't want to go through with it... Oh, Mum, I can't miss

opportunity of seeing the woman that can make Alistair propose marriage.

What, the plane girl?

Will you stop remarking me about?

Oh.

Andy, I love you.

And I want you to marry me and come to Canada with me.

Oh.

I don't say enough, you see. I mean to, but I don't, because when I do, it

generally comes out all wrong anyway.

I'm just a copper.

It's not enough to offer someone like you, but...

I've finally realised that's all I can offer.

The thought of being far away without you.

The thought of you not being in my life at all.

It's not on.

It's not on.

Sandy, you've got to marry me and you've got to come to Canada with me and...

Well, that's it, really.

For somebody who doesn't say enough, you did rather well.

So?

That is a yes, by the way.

Those whom God has joined together, let no one put it under.

Cheese!

Oh, lovely lunch, Lyle. Thank you.

All part of the friendly service.

What was that main course called again?

Olivia de Havilland.

Olivia de Havilland?

What?

The main course was not called Olivia de Havilland.

I know.

It was beef something.

Why did you say Olivia de Havilland?

Because that was the name of the actress we were trying to remember at lunch.

And it suddenly came to me.

But I asked you what the main course was called.

Yeah, I was coming to that.

Oh.

What a relief.

Yes. I think I could sit down after lunch. No, I meant a relief that you

the question.

I didn't think you'd heard the question.

Pardon? Oh, please don't start.

I can't go through all that again.

Oh, I got some sausages.

That's nice.

You haven't looked at them yet.

No, I said that's nice.

Oh.

Well, I think you're getting a bit deaf.

Pardon?

Hello. Hi, Lai. Sorry, I forgot my key.

No, it's all right. Hello, Alistair.

Lai? Could we have a word?

Yes. If we must, come through.

Is Mum in the kitchen?

Sit down, Alistair.

Thanks.

Well, this word... Oh, right.

First of all, Lye, I love you.

but it said and it was meant.

Is there something wrong with your mouth?

No.

Why?

Because when you talk, your jaw keeps wobbling about. You're shouting as well.

Am I?

Sorry.

Is that better?

Yes, that's fine.

Mind you, we are sitting quite close together.

As long as we don't sit unnaturally close, I don't mind.

Right, here goes.

Lye, I am aware of a problem.

You've noticed, then?

No, I can't honestly say I have, because I haven't been around too much lately,

but Judy has, and she tells me that Sandy has, too.

I think we might be needing this.

That was Alistair on the phone. He finally got around to telling Lionel,

he's just stormed out of the pub. Oh!

Oh, look, come on, he's not violent, is he?

Not so far, no.

Look, you two go.

There's no point in three of us getting bashed up. No, well said.

Have you never heard of girl power? Yes, I've heard of it. In our day, it was

called flirting.

It doesn't sound in a very flirty mood.

Hello, Lionel.

Do you know what that fool in the pub has just told me?

No.

Oh, yes, you do. You're all in on it, aren't you?

Well, let me tell you something. I am not a boy.

Look, nobody...

Sorry. And because I'm not a boy, my knees crack if I stand up too quickly.

been known to doze off in front of the television.

And believe it or not, I admit to missing the odd word in a conversation.

But I am not ready for an ear trumpet yet.

Have you finished?

For the moment, yes.

Well, firstly, no one said anything about an ear trumpet.

Secondly, you are not missing the odd word. You are missing more and more

all the time.

Rubbish. No, Mum's right, Lionel.

This morning, when I asked you if Mum was in the kitchen, you didn't even

me. Well, that's because I didn't know.

Well, what about when I came in last night?

I said, I've been to a rugby match. And you said, yes, I did. England won.

Well, they did.

Oh, really?

Look, before we start oh -really -ing, consider this.

I think that all three of you have got unnaturally soft voices.

Oh!

I'm watching television.

You have the sound up full blast.

It's the BBC's fault. The sound level's never the same for two programmes

running. Now, just stop making silly excuses and face up to facts.

You're making it sound like an accusation. We all care about you and we

help. There's simply no point turning a blind eye to your hearing.

Is that a mixed metaphor?

I know what it is. You know and I know.

Consider this.

Consider this.

If I'm supposed to be getting deaf, why are we having a conversation in which,

despite your soft voices, I have heard every word that you've said?

It could have something to do with the fact that not one of us is more than

feet away from you.

Exactly. Judy, stand over there. Stand it. Stand over here.

Oh, really? Oh, don't you start.

Now, Judy, say something.

Well, say what?

I don't know, just anything.

LAUGHTER

Nor did I, actually.

Something about this afternoon?

I just said, I think it might rain this afternoon. It was said in a normal

voice. I didn't ask you to whisper. I think it might rain this afternoon. No,

you've already said that. Why do rugby club dancers get boisterous?

Well?

Something about oysters?

Boisterous? Well, she whispered as well.

every word she says. Oysters.

Oh, very well, then. Now, you sit there.

Just, just, just sit down there. All right, all right. Now.

Now, no glasses.

Now.

But she did get the right suit.

Right. Which is clearer, the black or the red? Oh, this is absurd.

Well, of course it's absurd.

You don't test someone's hearing by whispering in the corners of the room

more than you test someone's eyesight by waving playing cards about. Exactly,

which is why, although I didn't even volunteer for it, I should be keeping my

appointment with the eye specialist in the morning.

Now, come on, Lionel.

See sense.

I'm not having an ear trumpet.

Oh, well, fine, apart from paying his fee.

You know, it's just a minor alteration to the prescription, that's all.

Otherwise, my eyesight's fine.

Good.

So's my hearing.

Oh, you did go and have your ears tested?

Yes. No, it's a small problem, but it's fixed.

Oh, thank goodness.

It's remarkable, isn't it?

You can't see it at all.

See what?

Well, your hearing aid.

I'm not wearing a hearing aid.

Well, what was the small problem?

Wax.

Build up of wax in the ears. But I had it syringed. Now everything's fine.

Did it hurt?

No. A bit like having a head full of water. But, you know, it worked.

And that's all that matters.

I was worried.

Yes, I know.

I'm sorry I wasn't my usual grown -up self about it.

But there were a lot of wax.

Yes, quite a lot.

They gave it to me as a souvenir.

got some more of those nice sausages as well.

You know, it still seems funny cooking for two.

You still miss the girls, don't you?

Sometimes. Don't you?

No.

Or unbalanced, I mean.

They're both very sweet, but they do gum up the works from time to time. What do

you mean, gum up the works?

Well, take Casablanca.

The place?

The film. Oh.

We'll always have Paris.

And you always cry when they sing the Marseillaise. Of course.

Well, the last time that was on television, that was the time for us to

sitting together on the sofa, me with my arm round you, passing the tissues.

Didn't end like that, did it?

The three of you sniffling on the sofa, there wasn't even room for me. You fell

asleep anyway.

That's irrelevant.

The fact is, that should have been a time for me to be alone with my girl.

Girl? Yes.

Well, it's bound to be on television again.

Well, if it is, I shan't be falling asleep.

You were very sweet about the girls, you know.

Very caring.

A bit like walking through a minefield sometimes, though.

I mean, two pretty young girls walking around the house with practically

on.

When? No, they didn't actually do it.

They could have done.

That's what I meant about the minefield.

You did walk in on Sandy once when she was in the bath.

That was the one mine I trod on. Yes, you should have seen your face.

You should have seen yours after you'd had time to think about it.

Are you trying to get me drunk?

I haven't tried that since I was very young.

Really? What happened?

I plied her with baby sham.

God, she could knock those back.

And?

I tried to match her with my light ales and got legless myself.

The young Mr Smooth.

Now, what was this earlier about you being a fool?

Well, I am.

No, you're not.

You're foolish sometimes, but never a fool.

I know it's irrational, but I keep thinking, what would have happened if

been in the bath?

What would you have done?

Well, I'd have said hello.

Then I'd probably sat on the edge of the bath and had a chat.

Yes, exactly.

There's nothing wrong in that.

No, I know, but what if you'd been in years ago when I was young?

I'd have torn all my clothes off and jumped in with you.

That's what I mean.

Now, look, I did not consider doing that with Sandy. No, I know you didn't.

Sometimes I think we need a translator.

No, we don't need a translator. It's just me.

I suppose I'm jealous.

But we just agreed.

Not of you, of Sandy.

And Judy, for that matter.

I shan't say anything. I'll just nod.

No, but look at them. They're young and they're pretty and they're here as a

constant reminder.

And you're here.

And you're only a man, after all.

I'm not nodding at that.

I'm not only a man.

Well, don't tell me you never noticed them.

Well, of course I noticed them. Well, there you are, then.

There I am where?

Well, chuck them both out, then.

What? Well, I can't see any other solution.

Well, we don't need a solution, because there isn't really a problem. It's just

me.

Well...

With the best will in the world, I can't honestly say that you're young and

pretty. No, I know that.

But I think you're beautiful.

What? I said you're beautiful.

Have you had a few of those light ales before we started?

It's how I see you.

You were beautiful when we met, and you always will be.

It's nothing to do with a few wrinkles and an extra pound or two. Or two.

It's what you are.

It's...

It's what you mean.

I'm not putting this very well, am I?

Oh, it'll do very well, Lionel.

It'll do very well.

I think we'll leave the washing up.

I was just going to suggest that myself.

So how often am I foolish?

I thought you might like these.

Oh.

Thank you.

Why? To make notes.

Oh.

Jean is just about to get into bed. Yes.

Here she comes now.

I meant notes about the book.

Yes, I rather thought you did.

Well?

I'll draw you a picture of a rabbit instead.

You haven't even considered it, have you?

Yes, I have. I couldn't have done anything else with you going on about it

day.

So consider the idea, consider it and reject it. We are not a book, we're not

even a paragraph. We are just Mr and Mrs Hardcastle. Well, I still think it's

been an interesting story.

Of course it has.

But to us, because we're the actual... Competence.

Competence? Well, participants.

So let's just keep it to ourselves, shall we?

You know, meeting again after all those years...

We were very lucky, weren't we?

We got a second chance.

Some people never get a first.

I love you, Lionel.

Just as well, because I love you too.

If you repeat this, I shall say I was drunk.

But I'm glad you're back in my life again.

You are back in my life again, aren't you?

I seem to be, yes.

Nice to have a friend.

Yes.

It's nice to have a friend.

What are you doing?

I'm giving you a friendly kiss.

Oh.

Oh, damn and blast.

What now?

I need a pee.

It's the last waltz.

I don't suppose you have the strength to tot around, have you?

Such you'd never ask.

You must remember this.

Kiss is still a kiss.

A sigh is just a sigh.

The fundamental thing is love as time goes

by.

And when two lovers move.

They still say I love you, all that you can rely.

The world will always welcome lovers as

time goes by.