Original subtitles

ARTILLERY SHELLS

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

SHELL EXPLODES

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

♪ When you left me all alone at the record hop

♪ Told me you were going out for a soda pop

♪ You were gone for quite a while

♪ Half an hour or more

♪ You came back and man, oh man, this is what I saw

♪ Lipstick on your collar

♪ Told a tale on you

♪ Lipstick on your collar

♪ Said you were untrue

♪ Bet your bottom dollar

♪ You and I are through

♪ Cos lipstick on your collar

♪ Told a tale on you, boy

♪ Told a tale on you, man

♪ Told a tale on you, yeah

♪ Told a tale on you... ♪

BIRD CHIRPS

"'Twill not be long."

Fred?

BIRD CHIRPS

"'Twill not be long, our journey here."

"Each broken sigh and falling tear will soon be gone."

Yes, I...

"And all will be a cloudless sky,

..a waveless sea."

Uncle Fred...

One of my favourites.

Oh. Is it?

Nice chorus. Well,

♪ Roll on, dark stream

♪ We dread not thy foam. ♪

BIRD CHIRPS

Nice to have somebody here to talk to, Frank.

After all this time.

Thanks very much (!)

Only you were sighing.

Was I? Not 'alf.

Well, I wasn't aware that I was.

Wasn't what?

It's the way he talks, Fred.

"Aware"? "Aware"?

"Wasn't aware"? >

Fred...!

Does that mean you didn't know you were doing it?

That was very nice. Thank you, Aunt Vickie.

But you haven't finished.

I've had enough.

Thank you very much. It was nice.

All them sighs.

And then you don't clear your plate.

Sorry.

"Sorry"?

Sorry?

What about?

BIRD CHIRPS

It's a nice evening, isn't it? I think I'll go for a little walk.

Waste not, want not.

Eat it, then.

What?

Eat it!

Frank...

"'Twill not be long." >

"'Twill not be long..." >

I bloody well hope not!

BIRD CHIRPS

BIRDSONG SOUND EFFECT

Why do you always wear black?

I'm in mourning for my life. I'm unhappy.

But why? I can't understand it. >

You're in good health. >

Your father isn't rich, but he's comfortably off. >

My life is much harder than yours. >

I only get 23 roubles a month,

and from that, my superannuation is deducted. >

Yet I don't wear mourning.

It isn't money that matters - even a pauper can be happy.

Oh, yes - in theory he can be.

But in practice, it works out like this.

♪ Yes, it's me and I'm in love again

♪ Had no loving since you know when

♪ You know I love you, yes I do

♪ And I'm saving all my lovin' just for you

They'll be starting the show soon.

♪ Need your lovin' and I need it bad

♪ Turned out the dog when he's goin' mad

♪ Woo-ee, baby, woo-ee

♪ Baby, won't you give your love to me

♪ Eeny, meeney, miney, mo

♪ Told me you didn't want me around no mo'

♪ Woo-ee, baby, woo-ee

♪ Baby don't you let your dog bite me... ♪

You're always philosophising - or else talking about money. >

You believe there's no greater misfortune than poverty.

A young girl, like you, has lived beside a lake from childhood. >

She loves the lake as a seagull does,

and she's happy and free as a seagull.

But a man chances to come along, sees her,

.. and having nothing better to do, destroys her. >

Just like this seagull here. >

Boris Alexeivich, where are you?

I'm coming.

What is it?

We're staying.

It's a dream!

APPLAUSE

'You're a monster, Francis.'

'A monster.'

There's no doubt about it.

APPLAUSE

Do you... Shall we have a drink?

We've got 15 minutes, so...

Isn't it wonderful?

Isn't it all just... so... wonderful?

Well, y-yes.

You don't think so?

No, no. It's pretty good.

FOOTSTEPS

All afternoon. All evening.

All through the bloody picture, and the newsreel and everything.

All that time I've been thinking.

And thinking.

Christ!

I thought you'd be here.

I knew you'd be standing here.

D'you want your pen back?

What?

I got it safe. I don't do no writing.

It was yours, wasn't it?

Yes.

You're daft, ain't ya?

Yes.

Don't have nuffink to do with me.

D'you hear me?

Sylvia!

Don't say my name like that.

It makes me feel...

I go all funny inside and I...

I'd bugger you up. Wouldn't I?

I...

See? You don't say "No".

You know I'm right.

I'm not for you.

But I wish to Christ I was.

(SOBS)

Come here, Sylvia.

Come here!

GOD!

Come on, Sylvia.

SYLVIA! Come on!

Please. GO AWAY!

It's the last time I'm telling you. Leave me alone, you dirty old sod!

Sylvia, listen. Listen.

Listen to me. (SOBBING) Let go of me, you bugger!

What's going on?

Hey, stop that! What d'you think you're doing?

Oh, you cruel... You cruel... How can you be so cruel...?

Sylvia, my love, listen, listen...

Ow!

He's been pestering me. Following. Tooting. Calling.

Knocking on the door.

(BARKS) He's as drunk as a...

Who is he?

(BARKS)

There's no bloody end to it! Just look at him! Look!

Come on. Get up! Get up!

I love her.

Oh! I'd... give up everything.

You... you don't know.

Nobody... nobody... what it's like.

SHUT UP!

You're drunk. You'd better go home.

You leave her alone, d'you hear?

Home? HOME?

Got no home.

Home... is where... Home is where the heart is.

(BARKS)

Sylvia... Sylvie...

Piss off!

What are we gonna do with him?

Kick his head in!

On the towpath!

What?

You! It was you with her!

Hey...!

Clock him one, Frank!

You dirty, shaggin' little... Taking her away from... me!

On the towpath.

Peeping Tom!

In the bushes.

Peeping Tom!

Sylvia, no! Haven't you got homes to go to?

SHUT UP!

DOG BARKS

Get in the car!

Sorry. Sorry.

Get in the bloody car!

(BARKS)

NOW GET OUT!

Oi! Pack up that bloody row!

He plays the organ. He's even been on the bloody wireless!

But I'm not playing his bloody organ!

Not no more, I'm not.

What d'you mean, "No more"?

You!

You...! STARTS ENGINE

You've asked for it.

If you lead people on...

LOOK OUT!

He's... he's mad! He's gone mad. The bugger!

What the...?

CRASH

Christ!

(GROANS)

Serves her right! Ah...

The bitch!

Sweet, sweet, bitch!

Reckon he's a goner, mate.

QUICK! Hearse'd be more like.

Stand back. Keep back.

Is the bugger dead?

Sylvia, don't go near the...

It's your...

I mean, it's, it's...

Pete? Oh, Christ, no! Not Pete!

No, stand back. Keep back.

My husband! My husband!

(GROANS)

All right!

AMBULANCE BELL

POLICE RADIO

What do you mean, you've got no home?

The heart, it's...

Home is where the...

Christ in heaven!

MUSIC: Young Love - Sonny James

♪ They say for every boy and girl

♪ There's just one love in this whole world

♪ And I know I've found mine

He's not gonna make it.

♪ A heavenly touch, a pure embrace I know he isn't.

♪ Tells me no-one can take your place

♪ Ever in my heart

♪ Young love, first love

♪ Filled with true devotion ♪

"Life must be exactly as it is, and people as they are."

"Not on stilts."

Not on what?

Stilts.

Why should they be on stilts? Never met anyone like that, myself.

Well, Chekhov meant... Oh, hey.

On the other hand, if you were a dwarf, it'd make a lot of sense.

Hey, come on. What are you saying?

You know he wanted to cut out all the phoney and...

Yeah... Got you.

And he's right.

♪ Tell me that your love is real

♪ That I can feel

Except in the circus.

What?

I mean, if you... Stilts - could be useful.

You're being literal minded.

That's my trouble.

"A play should be written in which people arrive, go away,

have dinner, talk about the weather... and play cards."

And sing.

No. You don't sit in a room and...

Oh, listen. You don't understand.

No?

No.

People can have dinner, talk about the weather whatever Che...

.. this bloke says, and all the time they can hear a tune, right?

People can sing with their mouths shut. I do.

And I bet you do as well.

No, I don't.

I don't see why they shouldn't wear stilts, neither.

Or wear funny noses, if they want to.

As well as...

Well, what about kissing and that?

What?

Just a thought.

This is the second time I've seen "The Seagull" since I came here.

First my uncle falls asleep and... snores, and now I'm...

I'm sorry. Sorry.

Why didn't you like it?

I didn't say I didn't.

You were looking at me more than at the stage.

Oh, I wouldn't say...

PINBALL MACHINE

Well, you're very...

.. very er...

Very what?

What I'm trying to say is, you're right, but I'm sorry you noticed.

You looked so... well, so wonderful as you watched the play.

You know the lines and everything.

And your lips were moving as the actors said the...

And my eyes have a sort of life of their own.

Perhaps I should wear blinkers. You know, like the horses.

But I was really glad you were enjoying it so much.

I didn't wanna spoil it for you.

Well, you didn't.

Oh, have I offended you?

No. And thank you for being my... escort.

Don't you want another cup of... Oh, no, thank you.

Listen, I think you're right about Ch... Chekhov.

Excuse me, mate.

And I see what you mean about the stilts and that. Don't go now.

I brought you in here cos in ten minutes they have music.

You know, try-outs for young... It's OK, you can stay.

No, no. GIRL FANS SCREAM

Your uncle said I was to put you in a taxi and make sure you're...

I'm not a child.

Lisa!

Excuse me.

LISA!

SCREAMING

GUITAR BEING TUNED

SCREAMING

ROCKABILLY TUNE PLAYS

♪ Gather round me, buddies

♪ Hold...

♪ .. your glasses high HE MOUTHS

♪ And drink to a fool

♪ A crazy fool

♪ Who told his baby goodbye

♪ Too late, he's found he loves her

♪ So much he wants to die

♪ But drink to a fool

♪ A crazy fool

♪ Who told his baby goodbye

♪ He needs her, he needs her so

♪ He wonders why he let her go

♪ She's found a new love, buddy

♪ He's a lucky guy

♪ So drink to a fool

♪ Cos I'm that fool

♪ Who told my baby goodbye

♪ Who told my baby goodbye

♪ Who told my baby goodbye

SCREAMING

Thank you, thank you.

SCREAMING

PIGEONS COO

Hopper!

Sir?

Isn't it time for the barely bloody drinkable?

Well...

Yes, sir.

He's a bit snowed under, Wallace.

So am I!

I don't want anything to hinder this new directive...

.. though it's bloody unreasonable.

But how are we doing, Johnny?

It's not in our brief

to keep tabs on Russian and East-European "volunteers".

Sir!

We've got to trawl through mountains of paper to get a figure.

It's obvious that the wogs are going to let those bloody Reds

man the equipment, they're Soviet equipment.

We should always have had that in mind.

When I go into that conference room tomorrow, they'll ask me that.

Thank God I wasn't called today.

I'd have been made to look an ass.

We should have those numbers. There's no doubt about it.

Well, you've never said so before.

I'm not a miracle worker.

Hopper, what are you doing?

The coffee, sir. Get on with your work.

This language section can't do everything.

We're not running a cafeteria.

Yes, Sir.

What about the barely bloody?

Wallace, they want something to chew on at the conference - today!

How many Russian advisers, artillery experts, demolition men...

Exactly the detail they'll ask me. I'm on the spot, thank you.

I know I'm only down as an observer, but, oh, they'll want to know.

We've been caught napping. No doubt about it.

This office was caught on the hop.

Yes, but it's 11 o'clock.

Wallace! What's that, old bean?

It is not 11 o'clock. It is one minute to 12.

Righty-ho. My old throat's as dry as a bone, that's all.

I'll think of it as training for a long war in the desert...

.. which if we don't land at Alexandria,

DOOR OPENS

What do you think you're doing?

My duty, Sir.

Francis, you're not supposed to be here.

Why are you unshaven? What the hell do you think...?

Corporal... Berry, Sir.

What about him?

He's dead, Sir.

He's what?

His mortal soul has passed from amongst us, Sir.

HE SOBS

Oh, what's going on?

Look here, Francis...

ATT-EN-TION!

Sir! You're a soldier, soldier!

Sir! Stop snivelling at once! Sir!

Explain yourself properly if you don't want to be put on a charge.

Sir!

Well?

He - the Corporal, Sir - passed away

at 0700 hours this morning, Sir.

I was with him all night, Sir. And his... wife, Sir.

At the West London Hospital in Hammersmith, Sir.

What?

Off the Broadway in Hammersmith Rd.

Pull yourself together, man!

We don't want to know where...

What happened? How did he...?

A car knocked him down, Sir.

At 2210 hours last night, Sir.

He...

A mad organist, Sir.

Harold Atterbow.

Harold Atterbow? The Wurlitzer man?

Deal with it, deal with it.

"In a Monastery Garden."

What? And "A Persian Marketplace".

Harry, what are you talking about?

He's the one who... Oh, yes.

I was particularly fond of "The Whistling Shepherd and his Dog".

But look here, Hopper...

..I mean, Francis. What has all this beautiful music...

I mean, what in God's name has Harold Atterbow to do with Berry?

HE COUGHS

Um, I... I had a certain regard for Corporal Berry...

Yes, indeed I did, but I'm afraid that, um...

HE CHUCKLES

I'm afraid that any moment now I'm going to...

HE LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY

"The Whistling Wurlitzer"!

"The Wurlitzer and..."!

No, "The Whistling Shepherd".

HE CHUCKLES And his dog!

HYSTERICAL LAUGHTER

Oh, Christ!

HYSTERICAL LAUGHTER

Both his legs were broken.

And his pelvis. His spleen was ruptured.

And his rib had punctured his lung!

Sit yourself down, lad.

Thank you, Sir.

He took a long time to die, Sir.

And I had to stay with him.

Oh, dear. I... well, of course, I shall... I shall write to his...

This comes at quite the wrong time. I mean, we're all... naturally...

Did you go to the conference room? Sir?

That's where you're supposed to be.

In a uniform.

Oh, good heavens, Sir, I... f-f-f...

Better take yourself up there.

Don't want the Redcaps knocking on your door, do we?

N-no, Sir.

Take this to the officer in charge of the support clericals up there.

Thank you, Sir, very much.

He tried to kill me, too, Sir - the mad organist.

Oh... I'd... Hopper, make the barely bloody, for God's sake.

Before I start going up and down in "A Persian Marketplace".

In a what, Harry?

In a room with white walls.

Wearing a jacket that fastens at the back.

"The Whistling Shepherd."

SNORES On the fifth day of battle -

..Day Six counting from... Day Six on the charts.

We assume the great concentration of the Egyptian Army...

.. will have been defeated north and west of Cairo,

.. and then we shall turn east.

On Day Eight - or Day Nine, on the other tabulation -...

.. the canal will be effectively in our hands.

MURMURING

It is reassuringly apparent...

That Diana Dors.

What about her?

Bet she's a good shag.

I bet you never find out.

Oh, I dunno. It's the size of the dick that counts.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello? Anybody home?

I mean, er,

.. Sylvia? Are you there?

DOOR CREAKS

Sylvia - you there?

Piss off.

I don't want to barge in on you, but I heard the terrible news.

What d'you want?

I've brought you up a nice cup of tea.

And I don't suppose you've had nothing to eat, have you?

I've, er, well, I've boiled an egg with some bread and butter and...

I couldn't eat nothing.

It's only the one egg.

And a little one, an' all.

You've got to eat something.

Why?

Keep yourself going.

No, I mean, why're you doing this?

We're neighbours, after all.

Christ!

Bygones is bygones when something like this hits you.

Here.

Come on.

Sit up. Have a cup of tea, anyway - while it's hot.

TAPPING

(Ta.)

AEROPLANE OVERHEAD

It's a terrible thing to happen.

Yeah.

My Fred and me heard all the noise.

But he wouldn't let me go out.

I couldn't have done nothing, though, could I?

No. Not a bloody thing.

Try and eat. A little bit of egg.

Shall I take the top off?

He used to hit me about.

I know.

He was...

He was... (SOBS)

I'm here. Come on.

Have some egg.

SOBBING: No.

Oh, dear.

I've dropped some of the yolk on your sheet.

They're dirty anyway. All the same.

Everything in here is dirty! It's rotten! It's horrible!

Well, you don't want to bother yourself with that now...

And so am I! What?

SOBS

It should have been me under that car.

I should've been the one. It was me he was after.

I didn't treat him right.

Who? Pete! I didn't do right.

Well, it's no use blaming yourself.

Not at a time like this. What do you know about it?

Sylvia! Don't "Sylvia" me, you cow!

We never had a chance with you two down below.

Banging on the ceiling and mouthing me on the stairs. We'd no privacy.

Pete said... Pete used to say...

He... he used to say... SOBS

Let it out. That's it.

SOBS Let it out.

Oh, what shall I do?

You'll keep going, that's what.

Cos in the end, that's what we all have to do.

All comes down on the woman in the end. But there's always...

Things have a way of working out.

I'll tell you something - may Gawd strike me dead -

What?

I wish it had been my Fred. Under that car.

But leaving aside this denuded and no doubt fly-blown 10th Armoured,

.. we have a task force disposal.

The Third Infantry, Third Royal Marine Commando...

.. and the 16th Parachute Brigade, here in Blighty, at full muster.

And the Frogs.

I think we should avoid that type of...

The French contribution, which is one third of the strike force,

..is the 7th Mecanique Rapide...

Is there any tea left?

.. which will almost certainly be added to on both sides...

Have a good kip, did you, Taffy?

I haven't had a wink, man.

But you had a bloody good snore - in Welsh, an' all!

I mean, I was awake in my sleep. I could hear that voice all the time.

I could even see myself asleep. I wonder what that means?

Means you're round the twist, mate.

Yeah. Perhaps I am.

Thank you, nurse.

My Harold Atterbow? Is that so?

Almost so. I'm sorry.

Henry Arthur Harold Atterbow.

But I abandoned the first two names in my youth.

Bit of a mouthful, was it? No. The initials. H-A-H-A.

Ha-ha. I didn't ever want to be a comedian.

Organist.

A former organist. Ex-organist, thank goodness.

I'll put down organist, though, if that's all right, Mr Atterbow?

Oh, perfectly all right by me, whatever I'm called.

What are you smiling for?

Don't know. Life's little ironies, the passing of its passions.

I wouldn't think you had much to laugh about.

Ah, but you're not me, are you?

That's true.

I was addressing the chap with the helmet.

Pardon, sir? No, he's not you, neither.

Double negative.

What? Oh, take no heed.

Just having a chuckle to myself.

The console will rise no more from the pit.

I'm afraid I don't follow you, sir.

No more selections from "Snow White".

Oh, that.

"Some Day My Prince Will Come." "Whistle While You Work."

"The Dwarf's Yodel Song." Bugger me.

Well, if we could just...

"With a Smile and a Song" and... Ho, oh, my dear, sweet Lord.

I always had my doubts about those bloody dwarves.

Snow White must have been a fruity little peach, don't you think?

Perhaps she was a bit - you know!

What do you think?

I don't understand your attitude, if I may say so, sir.

Oh, never mind. Not all lies within our grasp.

I haven't paid you this visit to bandy words with you, sir.

I'm especially pleased about "The Destiny Waltz".

D'you know what pleases me most about "The Destiny Waltz"?

No. What?

I'll never have to play it again!

Last night, between 10 and 10:30...

"By the Blue Hawaiian Waters." What?

You won't be hearing that from me again, either.

I'd rather piss in them, I'm very pleased to inform you.

And I would be very pleased, sir, if you'd inform me...

.. if there was a prior relationship between yourself and the deceased.

Sylvia, d'you mean? Are you referring to Sylvia?

But I... no, no, I missed her.

I missed her by a good... inch.

Bitch! I take it you're referring to Mrs Sylvia Berry of 32...

She's not dead! You're not telling me that!

She's a bloody liar! I didn't say she was, sir.

Oh, I thought for a minute you were.

Deceased? What do you mean, deceased?

Her husband, sir.

What?

You knocked him down, sir.

You knocked him down... and you killed him.

No, no. No, no.

There's no doubt about that. It's something else that's in question.

I must inform you that anything you say will be noted down. Follow me?

No, no. I'm not having this.

I'm in a lot of pain. You shouldn't be doing this.

It's not right and proper, not to an injured man.

You referred to Mrs Berry just now, sir, as a bitch, sir.

I take it that that means you had an intimate relationship with her?

There's... Surely I don't need...

There is a great gulf between - in age, social position - in...

What do you mean, intimate?

I mean "intimate," sir.

I'll not be spoken to in this manner.

NURSE! NURSE!

The nurse'll be along in a minute, sir, so we won't be disturbed.

But I need my... I need the bedpan.

A bowel movement is that, sir? I'm not surprised.

The police, I know, attracts men of low intelligence and dirty mouths.

We'll see about that, Mr Atterbow.

There is something I think you should learn and digest.

There's something I want to say to you.

Just answer the question.

How did My Berry feel about your relationship with his pretty, young wife, sir?

No. You listen to me for a change.

That's what I'm here for.

I have broadcast many times...

.. on both the Light Programme and the Home Service.

My photograph has been in the "Radio Times" on 17 occasions.

You hear all this, Constable? I do, Sir.

You were well known to the public.

Indeed, sir. But, er, pardon me, what's that got to do with it?

It means I'm not just a nobody of the kind people like you bully.

You'd better watch what you say.

Intimate. Intimate!

I'm old enough to be her father!

That's what several people said.

Which people? In the course of our enquiries.

Get out! Get out! Now, now...

No. I will say no more.

I will say nothing more at all.

In the meantime... Till we meet again.

In the meantime I recommend to you, for the good of your own soul,

..my gramophone recording of "The Sanctuary of the Heart".

Hmph!

WURLITZER: ♪ The Sanctuary of the Heart

No! Leave her alone!

She can't help it. No! Leave her!

PETE: 'Sylvie... Angel...'

Sylvia.

They're cold. They're bloody cold.

And it's all your fault, innit?

Innit?

Oh, my Gawd!

Sylvie!

'Just the one artillery regiment, two tank regiments,

.. and one battalion of infantry.'

'And Diana Dors, who, it has to be said, is a good shag.'

'..a good shag... a good shag...'

What?

THUNDER

'You mustn't think I don't mean what I say, Sylvia.'

'You see, there's a redemptive power in love which transforms...

Don't you talk to me like that!

I just thought you wanted a shag, that's all.

'Oh, but I do!'

Then you shall have one, you greedy little devil.

But... But...

But what? Your husband.

He's not there all the time, is he?

And sometimes I wish he weren't there at all. Isn't that wicked?

Yes. It is.

♪ Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba

♪ I've never wanted wealth untold

♪ My life has one design

♪ A simple little band of gold

♪ To prove that you are mine

♪ Don't want the world to have and hold

♪ For fame is not my line

♪ Just want a little band of gold

♪ To prove that you are mine

Oh, Pete...!

STAIRS CREAK

GRUNTS

Can't you sleep?

I can never sleep.

TUTS

Don't you "tut" me!

Do you want me to make some cocoa?

Cocoa?

Well... if you can't sleep...

I never can sleep.

It's that hymn.

That who?

'Ymn!

But who?

Him upstairs - as was?

No.

'Ymn number four-four-one.

Oh.

"In the silent midnight watches...

.. list thy bosom's door."

Oh, Fred.

"How it knocketh, knocketh,

.. knocketh,

.. knocketh evermore."

"Say not 'tis thy pulse is beating..."

I'll make some cocoa.

"'Tis thy heart of sin."

"'Tis thy Saviour - knocks and crieth,

.. Rise - and let me in."

SOBS

(Sylvia!)

CREAK

What's that?

What's what?

That noise.

Somebody's moving abaht.

I didn't hear nothing.

(Sylvia!)

GASPS

I thought it was...

Christ, what d'you think you're doing?

Shhhh!

Shh your bloody self! Sylvia!

What d'you want? Frightening me!

I'll put a bloody lock on that door.

I want to talk to you.

There's something I've got to... to explain.

It's only fair that I clear it up.

I only hope you won't think too badly of me.

Why? What have you done?

It might help you get to sleep.

Both of us.

You're so lovely. By God, you are.

But it's only fair that I should tell you.

I thought I was in love with you.

No lies, mind. I said what I felt.

But... well, I've been thinking.

Frank, I'm making some...

THUNDER

BIRD CHIRPS

Frank?

LAUGHS

Don't. Don't, please.

MUFFLED LAUGHTER

My God!

LAUGHS

CRIES

My poor love.

My poor little love.

SOBS

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