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How's your love life?

Complicated and crowded.

All right for some.

What's happened to the trifle? There was half a dish left.

I ate it. All of it?

Well, you finished off the apple pie at lunchtime.

Father not home yet? What, Dad?

Yes, you remember Daddy. He's a middle -aged chap, about five foot nine, with

watery eyes and fallen arches.

Don't speak like that about your father.

And there's nothing matter with his arches, now that he's had them seen to.

Who did the job, then? Macalpines?

Don't be rude.

That's funny.

Where's your father's dinner gone?

His dinner?

You haven't eaten your father's dinner.

I didn't know it was his.

That was the last of the roast beef.

What am I going to do?

Hello?

Well, you better think of something quickly. Here he is.

Oh, you know how he likes a hot meal when he comes in.

Perhaps he won't have much of an appetite tonight, Mummy.

Yeah, he'll probably have something at work. He won't even mention it.

All right, Cedric. Here you are, mate. Have a little snack.

All right, mate.

I'm starving.

Give me a note.

Hello, my darling.

I'm starving. Where is it?

Where's what?

The dinner.

I told you.

Told him what?

Nothing, darling. What sort of day did you have? Oh, I'll tell you about it

later. Is it ready? Did you have a good day, Daddy? Yeah, yeah, lovely day.

Thank you very much. What is it?

It's roast beef.

I love you.

Roast beef. Thank you. My feet.

Do you mind?

Did you?

Just a minute.

There are millions of people all over the world that will not be having any

dinner tonight.

Finish it. What?

Finish it. Greens and all.

But, darling... Knock it back.

If you insist. Thank you very much.

Right, darling.

I'm ready for mine.

Yours won't be long, darling. It's your favourite.

Yes? Beans on toast.

Beans on toast.

He's got roast beef.

Well, there's a reason for that. What reason?

That was yours.

Was it?

I'm sorry, Dad. You see, it was in the oven and I didn't... sprout.

All right.

Bring on the baked beans.

For afters, I'll have trifle.

Trifle? Yes, trifle.

It's a trifle skunk.

Sorry, Daddy. I ate it.

Apple pie?

burden on myself.

Can I put my name down for a cup of coffee?

Oh, if that's all you want, Daddy, I'll get it for you.

I thought you were on a diet.

I was.

As it happens, I lost half a stone.

What do you do, have a leg off?

He's a growing lad.

The only thing growing on him is his head.

Don't get upset, Sid. You'll give yourself indigestion.

No, thanks. Just coffee.

It's no good snapping at me.

Just because you've had a bad day.

I've not had a bad day. I've had a very good day. I told you.

Today I sold 26 gross of ball points, 11 gross plastic blotters. It's payday.

I've got three months overtime and my half yearly bonus.

How much is it?

Well, I'll get myself a new suit, some fishing tackle, a couple of fog lamps

the car.

I might even go out and get myself a decent dinner.

I've just remembered.

We've got that beautiful steak in the deep freeze.

And I've got a fruitcake upstairs, Dad. Bring your father's slippers down.

Here's your coffee, Daddy, and today's paper.

Yeah. He doesn't want that.

Give him a whiskey.

He can drink it while I'm making the steak.

Well done with tomatoes and mushrooms and chips.

I'll go out and get you some ice cream, Daddy.

And there's that big fat cigar we had left over from Christmas.

Well, hurry up. Your poor father's sitting there waiting.

Is there something we need, Sid?

No.

No.

No.

But think of the work it'll save.

And a dishwasher isn't a luxury anymore.

How do we manage to do without one for 25 years?

Because the necessity is only necessary when everybody else gets the necessity.

Then it becomes a necessity.

So you want a new dishwasher?

You want a new outfit and a pair of shoes?

You did say you might buy me some, Daddy.

How much is your claim in for?

Twenty quid. Two second -hand speakers.

Quadraphonic.

No, no, no.

Intrepid.

Thank you, sir.

That makes it quadraphonic.

Seems to me that my only function in this house is a sort of walk -in wage

packet. And if I didn't flog myself to death, you lot would be right in the

cart.

Come to think of it, you are in the cart.

And I'm the poor bloody horse that's pulling it.

You'll have to forget it, Mum. We're flogging a dead horse.

I'll murder it.

We appreciate it, darling.

And we're always doing things for you, aren't we? Yes.

Such as?

Well, tell him, Sally.

Well, Daddy, we... Don't we, Mike? What?

Oh, yes, yes.

For example, the shelf.

Shelf? Yes.

Yes. might put up a shelf in the garage, especially for you. He spent all

afternoon doing it, and I helped him. So did I. I helped the lad up.

What shelf?

In the garage, to put all your things on.

You know, you're always complaining about the fact you need another shelf in

garage. I've put one up for you.

Especially for you.

Especially for himself, to put his own rubbish on. Come on, I took O -level in

woodwork, you know. You've failed it.

Do you remember that cigarette box he made me? Two inches square it was.

Had to break all my fags in half to get them in there.

It was not a cigarette box. It was for cufflinks.

Well, next time you make something for me, put a label on it and I'll know what

it's for.

Well, I agree with Mummy. I think you're being very unfair.

All right, all right. Let's go and have a look at this marvellous piece of

master carpentry.

You wait till you see it.

It's finished, isn't it? Well, practically.

Is it?

Yes. Now, we can put all these things up on the shelf and we can move the table

out until your car will fit in here nicely.

A tatty -looking thing, isn't it?

Oh, don't be silly, Sid. It's as solid as a rock.

Now, isn't that worth a dishwasher and a new outfit and shoes?

And my speakers?

Right. Come on. Hang on, hang on. Just a minute.

If you were to think that this is my shelf, could we stop putting my rubbish

it before Chip and Aileen... Oh, no, forget it, Dan. Do it later.

Do it later. Here's me.

Hold that.

My shelf there?

My dinner plate, please.

Yep.

Satisfied? Amazed.

Dinner plate.

Yes, I think so.

Should be coming round any minute.

Probably some concussion.

How did he do it?

Something fell on his head.

A shelf.

You see, it had just been put up and it came down.

Well, you ought to be more careful, silly man.

I don't know, these do -it -yourself maniacs, they can cause havoc, you know.

It wasn't his fault.

That's what they all say. There are far too many of these accidents in the home.

It wasn't an accident in the home.

Oh, I see. I'm sorry.

It was in the garage.

Well, wherever it was, he should have had more sense.

You really ought to find him another hobby, you know.

Can't even erect a shelf without knocking himself out.

Oh, he didn't do it.

We did it. All of us together.

We knocked him out.

Ah, I think he's coming round.

I'm out.

Are you all right?

Daddy?

I shouldn't bother him too much. He needs rest and quiet.

Look, keep a careful eye on him and...

Phone me if you get worried about anything.

Yes, yes, I think he's going to be all right.

Has he had any giddy turns recently or any other complaints?

Oh, no, no complaints.

He's very happy here.

You all right, Dad?

Sorry about the shelf.

better, Daddy.

Daddy?

Where am I?

You're at home.

Home?

Who are you?

What do you mean, who am I?

Doctor? It's all right, Mr. Abbott. Take it easy. You've had a bump on the head.

Sid, it's me, Jean.

Jean? Jean who?

Just keep calm, Mrs Abbott. It sometimes happens after a bump on the head. It's

probably temporary amnesia.

Do you mean he's lost his memory?

For the moment, yes. Oh, good.

Then he won't remember it was me that put the shelf up.

Doctor,

will you please tell these shocking people here to get out and leave me

please? Oh, Sid!

Especially her.

together, you must remember something.

Yeah.

All I got in my head is a vague thing about a shed.

You don't remember a shelf?

Shelf? Yes.

In a sort of shed.

The doctor said he must have rest, peace and quiet.

Can I get you anything, darling?

No, thank you.

What's the matter?

He's not well.

Huh?

Oh, come on, Sid.

Wakey, wakey. You're not dead yet.

Got a temperature, has he?

Who is this scruffpot?

There you are. When he can't be bad, he's still got the old sense of humour.

Got a nasty bump on his head.

Has he?

Oh, yeah, there's a little lump, look. Just there.

Who the hell are you?

How do you make?

He's lost his memory.

Lost his memory?

Yes. The doctor said it sometimes happens after a blow on the head.

What, you mean he can't remember anything?

Nothing. Completely blank.

Blown his tiny little mind.

Well, that could be very serious, then. Why?

Because he owes me ten quid, that's why. I mean, if he forgets... At a time like

this? Well, I'm sorry, Jean, but I don't see why I should suffer.

He doesn't even remember me.

Well, don't worry, Mummy. It'll come back.

Of course it will.

I could be an old age pensioner by then and he won't be interested in me

anymore. Yes, he will. He'll be an old age pensioner as well.

Good, I'll see.

Yeah, I've heard about cases like this before, you know. There's only one way

get his memory back.

What's that?

Give him another whack on the head.

We can't do that.

We can't just hit him on the head as he lies there. Why not?

We've done it to him once already.

Mike, that's your father lying there.

Here, Mike, have you got a medical dictionary?

Yeah. Well, see what it says under amnesia. Will you shut up the lot of

please, and give me some peace?

Has he had his supper?

Yes.

I don't remember having any supper.

Would you like some more, Daddy?

There's nothing left, dear.

Oh, yes, Mummy. There's some kidneys in the freezer.

Oh, Sally, you know your father can't stand kidneys.

If he's lost his memory, he won't remember that he can't thank his miss,

he? And leisure can be due to softening of the brain in older people as they

become more feeble, absent -minded, emotional, and finally, demented.

I am not demented!

Now, shut up, Elodie, and leave me alone.

What's the time, sir?

How is he, Mummy?

I think he's dozed off.

Oh, isn't it awful, Sally?

Oh, don't get upset.

But what if he never gets his memory back?

What if he never recognises me again?

Well, he's still the same man, isn't he? I mean, if he fell in love with you

once, he'll fall in love with you again, won't he? He might not.

Oh, of course he will.

It could be like when you first met.

He's bound to feel the same.

He sees you, gets to know you, falls in love with you.

We come to the wedding, Sally's the bridesmaid and I'm the best man.

That's not funny.

But, Sally, I'm like a stranger to him. Like somebody he's never met or

associated with or known intimately.

Who could that be?

Come in.

Excuse me.

What time do we usually go to bed?

About now.

About now.

Do we usually go up together, Yvonne?

My name's Jean.

Oh, Jean.

I said Jean, Ed.

Who's Yvonne, then?

Charlie! Never mind, Mummy.

Still a complete blank, then.

Who did you say you were?

This is your only son.

Oh, that's right, yes.

Only got the one, have we?

I mean, this is it.

upstairs. You must be tired.

Yes, I am. Yes, thank you.

Which way do I go?

Oh, through the hall, up the stairs, second on the left. It's a double bed,

she's a real cracker. Name's Jean Abbott.

You coming up, then?

I'll be up in a minute.

See you there.

Excuse me.

Well, go on, then, Mummy.

We'll lock up.

I know it sounds silly, but I feel nervous.

Oh, come on.

But he even had to ask my name. I'm like a stranger to him.

Perhaps he doesn't even like me.

Well, of course he does.

Go on, Mum. You go on up to bed. If he sees something familiar, it might bring

his memory back.

Go on,

Mummy. You can't sit here all night.

All right, then.

You're in bed, then?

Yeah.

We've got foundies on the chair over there.

They are mine, aren't they?

Yes.

Quite a nice room, this.

Yes.

We've lived here long, haven't we?

Do you really not remember me?

No, nothing, no.

And you don't remember being in here before?

No.

You don't even remember... No, no, I don't.

Well, how do you feel about me?

Well, you're not bad.

For your age, you know.

Thank you.

Well, aren't you going to get undressed?

Yes. Good.

Well, go on, it's all right. Go on, go on.

Perhaps I'd better sleep on the sofa downstairs.

Oh, that's silly, isn't it? I mean, this is your bed, isn't it?

I'll just get a nightie.

Nightie? She don't want to bother with a nightie.

Oh, I think I will.

For tonight.

Mummy,

what are you doing?

How do I look?

I wouldn't want your father to think he was married to some old frump.

You see, it's as if he's never met me.

I won't be a minute, Sid.

It's like being on a second honeymoon.

Mummy.

Yes, dear.

Good luck.

Thank you.

Hello, darling.

I hope I haven't kept you waiting.

Doc, did you want to see him?

Well, we were going fishing tomorrow.

Still, if he can't remember... Look, I suppose he hasn't mentioned that ten

quid, has he?

No.

You can carry the tray out.

There you are, Dad.

Twenty pounds.

All you've got to do is sign it.

You're quite sure I arranged this, weren't you? Oh, yes, Daddy.

And then you are very precious to me.

You did sort of agree to it when you were normal.

Mike, Sally, I'm ashamed of you.

taking advantage of your father at a time like this.

Now, I told you not to bother him with that.

Don't you give them a penny, Sid. You hadn't agreed to anything.

And now?

No.

Mum, it's for you.

It's the department store in town. They'd like to know when they can

that washing machine you ordered this morning.

I'll take the call downstairs.

Hang on a minute, please.

Terrific. Come on, Sal.

See you later, Daddy. Yes, all right.

May I sit?

It's called breakfast.

Thank you very much. Thank you.

Yeah, well, I thought I'd pop up and have a little chat.

Thank you.

Well, what would you like to chat about?

Well, there's not much we can chat about, is there? No. Considering your

are blank.

I mean, we can't even chat about that ten quid you owe me.

What ten quid?

Yeah, I thought not.

Hello, I'm off.

Hello. How about our fishing tomorrow?

Yeah, well, I thought we'd chill out about half an hour, you know, and pick

the... How come you...

You've been having everybody, you know what I mean?

I did lose my memory for about half an hour, that's all, maybe an hour. And it

came back after you went home. And have you told Jean and the kids? You were

joking.

I don't want to spoil all this.

Breakfast in bed, blimey.

Newspaper, having it easy.

I'm enjoying myself.

All right, thank you.

Bye.

Mike? Sally?

So I said, do we go up together, Yvonne?

And then I said, you don't want to bother with the nightie.

Hang on.

It's the air in our seat.

See, it's a pub.

It's round the corner.

I hope I never heard of it.

Sid Abbott. Hello, Fifi.

One new outfit and a pair of shoes.

My speakers.

Thank you.

I can't.

Why not?

I've forgotten how to sign my name.