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Now, my old darling, they've laid her down to rest. And now I'm missing her

all my heart.

But they don't give a monkey sanity, I just said.

And they've gone and I'll be pensioned for a start.

No, it won't be very long before I'm by her side.

But I'll probably starve to death, that's what I'll do.

But richer or poorer, I'm bloody poor, that's a fact. That's because in

and in health, that's what I'll do.

It's a daft place to put toenails, isn't it?

Right on the end of your feet where you can't reach them.

Come out.

Oh, God.

Look at that little one there.

Hidey behind all the others. Come out now.

This is for.

Come out.

Well, who's that now?

I'll beg for her upstairs.

She won't answer, and he lays it count.

It's them watchtower people that get a mouthful. I'll give them bloody Jo for

all right. Look! Hello, Mr Garnett.

I'm a little surprised to see me. Only I was just passing, and Mrs Garnett

always said, if ever you're passing, pop in. So here we are. Excuse me a minute.

Yes.

very long.

Just a few days, that's all.

Just a few days? Yes, this is my sister, Gwyneth.

Hello?

If you're speaking to me, speak up.

Speak up here.

You're not supposed to speak into that.

It's us.

We're the ones who speak into it.

so glad that you're willing to put up with this for a bit. I knew you would.

She said to me, I think you ought to write nice, Mr. Garnett, and I said, no.

I said, no, there is no need to write to Mr.

Garnett. Not about a thing like that, I said.

Mr. and Mrs. Garnett are old friends.

This is Mr.

Garnett. He's going to put us up for a few days.

I'm putting you up? Yes, there you are.

here, she says. Of course we're here.

Where do you think we could be?

This is Mr Garnet. Is this where we're going to stay?

Look, dear, don't shout in my ear. Oh, you're the one who's deaf.

I know you from somewhere, don't I?

What's his name? Mr Garnet.

I never forget a face, you know, but I can't think of his name.

Never mind, it'll come back.

I tell you what, watch my lips.

Now, look here.

This is Mr Garnet.

You remember him.

He used to live next door to me and my bird

when we lived in Wapping.

Say that again.

in warping.

The shoe that left in warping, you moved over there when you married your bird.

Yes, and Mr. Garnet lived next door to us.

He reminds me of that chap who lives next door to you.

He was a nasty bed of words.

He married a very nice woman, though. She was a lovely lady.

I can't think of her name.

I can't think why she wanted to marry him. She could have done loads better

without him.

Else. Her name was Else.

Mrs. Garnett.

That was her name. I said it will come back.

I'll never forget. a name, you know.

I may be a bit hard of hearing, but my memory's as good as ever it was. I never

forget anything.

Not like her.

She forgets everything. She's got a mind like a sleeve.

She forgets everything.

She'd forget her own head if it wasn't screwed on.

You forgot, Mr Garnet. Pardon.

Don't whisper.

If you have anything to say, let's hear it.

Mr Garnet, you forgot.

Forgot? What?

What did I forget?

I didn't forget anything.

Listen, if you had as many things to remember as I've had to remember, you'd

forget a few things.

I've forgotten.

More things in my life than you could ever remember. So don't you tell me I've

forgotten.

It's this.

Is this the gentleman with the stone? Yes.

Oh, I'm ever so pleased to see you.

Forgive my glove.

I've heard so much about you, you know. I'm quite thrilled.

at the thought of staying with you. Have you got a big house here?

Oh, I see.

Now, don't apologise about anything, because I know when my Harold

passed on, things was a bit difficult for me.

But I learnt to adjust myself and take things as they come along and not

complain. Well, I never complained, did I mean? No.

Not at all.

So, there you are. We've all got to adjust ourselves just so and be

grateful exactly and not get on each other's nerves. And

then, if I behave myself...

You can go home.

Oh, thank you, sir.

I say, you haven't introduced us.

This is Mr.

Garnet. No, no, not him, not Mr. Garnet. The gentleman who lives here.

What's his name? Him? It's Mr.

Garnet, all you do make me cross. Come here, is that thing switched on? Well,

let's get on now. Let's have a see.

Texting, texting.

Yes, it's okay. I'll switch it on now. Oh, it was switched off.

Ned, what did you want to say? She wanders a bit.

Anyway, it's ever so nice to see you again, Mr Garnet. And you haven't

bit. Oh, neither have you.

I'm talking to him, not you.

You can't sit down there. Rest your feet a bit.

God, I wish he'd give a...

Tongue arrest.

I mean, the deafness I can cope with, but it's the constant jabber -jabber

-jabber. That's what gets me down. Oi, oi, oi, oi!

Don't you start with me.

Funny how they get when they get old, eh?

I hope it never happens to me.

Oh, what do you mean? Get old?

You don't have to worry about that, Mr Garnet. You're looking younger than

But then you always was a more virile man than my Bert. I used to envy Mrs

Garland.

Yes, you see, she's been lucky in marriage, she has. She's had a man to

her life.

I have never known that pleasure, Mr Garland.

My Bert, God rest his soul, he was a good man.

But he could never awaken me.

I have often wondered, you know, what might not have happened, say, you and me

had met unencumbered.

But you mustn't have a thought like that, Mr Garnett.

It's not fair to Mrs Garnett.

I say, I know that face.

Puts me in mind of my own...

my Auntie Dolly? No, of course not. Mr. Garnie didn't know Auntie Dolly, did

you, Mr. Garnie? What's she doing then, hanging on his wall?

Where? Here.

That's the Queen, that is.

Prince Philip.

Who? Her husband, Philip.

Auntie Dolly wasn't married.

Of course, there was talk of a man always is.

I say, I wouldn't blame her.

He's a gorgeous -looking brute.

Is that your bird?

My word, he's put on a bit of weight there.

I wouldn't have recognised him. That's the best I've seen him look.

It must be Christmas. He's smoking a cigar.

It's not with her eyes.

It's Winnie. Anyone can see that.

That's never our Winnie. It is!

It's Winnie!

That is not Winnie.

was a lot more slimmer than that.

So she never smokes it up.

Even at Christmas.

She can't see, she can't hear, and she's got a bloody valve missing and all.

Well, she's been ill, see. Nothing to worry about. It's just her brain, that's

all. It's gone a bit funny in the end.

But heart, lungs, legs...

Everything else all in perfect working order.

It's just that what is inside her head, it's not kept up, you see, her brain.

It's not quite what it should be.

But then that is no great loss, not at her age. I mean, it's good enough for

what she needs, isn't it? I mean, some people, they've got weak hearts, some

have got weak lungs.

Now, say she had had a weak heart, she could have got it transplanted.

But they can't transplant heads, you see.

They'll ask for her when they can, though.

Honey, I'm telling you, don't leave any matches laying around. She's set fire to

our house three times a week.

And you've got a nice place here, Mr Garnet. Oi, oi, oi, come on out of it.

that's a good idea.

Bare feet.

My feet are killing me.

I heard voices.

Someone here.

Well, I see I'm intruding. No, no, look.

Just a minute. Not here.

Just a minute. Where is Miss Garnet? She's not here, is she? I can see that.

And I know she's confined to a wheelchair, but bringing a trollop like

here behind us... You don't understand. Oh, I understand all right, Mr Garnet.

There's nothing wrong with my brain.

No, look, it's not what you think.

Is he up to something?

I'm used to it.

Let's hope it isn't Mrs Garnet. No. But then, of course, she'd have her key.

Look, wait a minute, will you? I'll have the door down.

Oh, it's you.

Thank you.

Welcome. Oh, it's you.

Oh, company.

Hello, Rita. Hello, ma 'am. Hello, Joanie.

If that had been her at the door, it's disgusting, I think.

Yes. And she told her.

I can't get a word in his mouth.

So you see, she's...

to do these sort of things.

She what?

She's in your bed.

In my bed?

She's not sleeping in my bed.

She is sleeping in your bed. Listen to her.

Driving them home.

She can bloody walk up again. She's not sleeping in my bed.

Can't you disturb her now?

I can't disturb her now.

Leave her for a while, Dad.

Come and sit down here and have your dinner.

Dinner?

What?

Lunchtime dinner?

Yes.

There, there's your knife.

have his meat pudding and his potatoes and peas.

Oh, no, you're not, are you, Mr Garnet? Oh, yes, he is, aren't you, Mr Garnet?

Mr Garnet would rather come upstairs with me and have roast beef and

pudding. Oh!

Prince Andrew's street party.

That can wait till morning, can't it, Mr Garnet? We were just going to bed. I

didn't hear you knock.

We don't stand on formalities, do we, Mr Garnet? It's not as though we're

strangers. Yes, well, good night. Here you are, Mr Garnet.

Would you like two pillows?

I've told you, I am not sleeping on a bloody sofa.

No. Oh, come on. No, you don't want to sleep on the sofa.

Good heavens, I should say not.

Look, I mean, if they've taken up all your room, Mr Garnet, I can fix you up

with a bed.

It must be a room.

No, you want to go dragging all the way up there?

Creeping down here on your sofa.

Mr. Garnet is creeping down here in his own bed.

He said, Mrs. Ollenbury, sleep upstairs in her spare room. I'm sleeping down

here in my own bed, in my own bedroom. Good night.

Nick, shall I make you a cup of tea?

Oh, Jodie, I'd love one, but I'll dursand.

No liquid after four...

Can I sleep in your spare room?

She was also bloody well shoot her.

those years. Must be. Yeah.

You see, I've never had that from a man.

My Bert... Your Bert was a nice man. Oh, yeah.

He was a good man, but there was times when I could have wished him different.

More frisky.

You see, Rita, you can't see your father, not how other women see him.

He's a crude man, but that, well, that animal thing.

what he's got.

Animal thing? Yes.

Pig.

What? It can be a pleasure.

I'll try.

No, it's too late, Rita.

He's lost his head now to her.

So I shan't come between them.

I've got my sister to look after, see?

I'm all she's got.

for his street party.

Um, Mrs. Ollingbury?

Yes? You can have him.

You can have him.

I've made up my mind.

He's yours. I don't want to come between you.

There's nothing between me and Mr. Garnet.

He's yours now. I'll give him to you.

I'll take my broken heart and go back to Eastbourne with my poor sister.

Oh, no, if you have a prior claim... We must forget the past.

Oh, back up, Min.

I want to go home.

I give him to you.

No, no, I give him to you. No, I give him... He's yours. You must take him

you. He's yours. No!

It might cost me a few bob, but at least I'll be surrounded by men.

Oh, aren't you the lucky one?

I thought, is it, if nobody down this street's got any feeling for royalty?

In the old days, this street used to be famous for its street parties. It's

famous again, Al.

Well, on Friday and VE Day, we did.

Well, this one'll go on for five days. I'm not sitting here for five days.

See, it's hard to have a street party when people like you ain't got no party

spirit. Look, if you want a better party... Look, let's get the decorations

first, then we'll open up the party spirit.

I'm going to try and get a piano going. That's a way to put life into a party.

I know how to put life into a party.

If a piano helps, you should get a piano going.

But we ain't got one, have we?

It's a good instrument.

I know it's a good instrument.

Marvellous for a party.

But only if you've got one.

You can't have a proper party not without a piano.

Get that going and then I'll be out.

Will you shut up about a bloody piano?

We ain't got one.

Pity. I'll pity you with this bloody hammer.

Anyway, even if we did have a piano, what's the point?

We've got nobody else to play.

What's that, Marigold? You're black.

Well, we've had a lot to come, haven't we? All you darkies got rhythm.

It's just our luck we've got the one darkie who's got no rhythm.

What if you used to play the piano?

How could she play the piano? She's stone deaf.

Get off of me, you silly cow.

Mate Oven was deaf, but he could play the piano.

Nothing you could dance to, though. Nothing you could sing to.

Will you shut up about the bloody piano?

Oh, I'm going to go and get my ghetto blaster.

Gwen and Gwyneth are going. All right.

Good riddance.

Please say goodbye to them.

In a minute.

It's a democracy, my friend, and a minority's got to be heard!

Why don't you stay for the wedding?

No, no.

Remind me too much of what might have been.