All language subtitles for 1970_Nightbirds.bluray-Eng

- Are you all right?
- I don't know.

- Can I do anything to help you?
- No, I'll be all right, thanks.

- God, you look awful.
- Oh, I feel awful.

- Can I do anything for you?
- I don't...

Oh, God, I wish I were dead.

You'll be all right in a few minutes.

Come with me.

- Where are we going?
- I think you need some tea.

That'll be a shilling.

Oh, come on. I haven't got all day.

- Where did you get a name like Dink?
- When I was a child.

I like Dink, it suits you.

I never used to like it, but I do now.

- What's your real name?
- Donald.

Oh, I don't like Donald.

Neither do I.

- Dee?
- Hmm?

Why don't you like Delores?
It's very romantic.

I don't know. I've always hated it,
even when I was a child.

- Why?
- I don't know.

- How old are you?
- Twenty. Why?

Well, you look younger,
but you act sort of older.

Flattery will get you everywhere.

Let's get out of this place, shall we?

Do you always go around
buying strangers tea?

No, only lame dogs, stray cats

and, of course, young men
coughing their guts up in the lane.

You mean you're a sort of
Florence Nightingale of the streets?

That's a nice way of putting it.
Dee-Dee the do-good girl.

You wouldn't know of a place
I could stay tonight, would you?

Why? Haven't you got a place?

No.

Well, you can stay with me if you like.
Come on.

Beautiful, isn't it? Not much.

But I call it home. Come on.

You'd have to forgive
the way the place looks,

but I haven't been here very long.

- Oh, Dee...
- Yeah?

After last night, anything would seem
like Buckingham Palace.

- Where were you last night?
- A courtyard up the way.

- Do you do that very often?
- Only this last week.

Where were you before that?

You ask an awful lot
of questions, don't you?

Sorry, you're absolutely right.

I always felt I should have been
a curious cat in former life. Come on.

Well, here we are. Top floor.

Heaven or hell, whichever way
you want to look at it.

- God! That was some climb, wasn't it?
- Oh, it'll be good for my leg muscles.

You have, um, very nice leg muscles.

- How'd you know?
- I never miss a thing.

- I'll try to remember that.
- Is that you, Dee?

- Yes, Ginge, it's me.
- Who have you got with you?

An old school pal of mine.

Ginger's the chap
I sublet the place from.

He has a factory under here.

He's quite nice when you
get to know him.

He's Irish.

- God, he's coming upstairs.
- What's your last name, quick?

- Stewart.
- Don't say a word. Let me handle this.

- Why didn't you knock when you came in?
- Ginger, this is Dink Stewart.

Dink, this is Ginger Coates.

- I've got something for you.
- Well, I can stop by a little later.

So you and Dee went to school together?

That's right. We were old school pals,
like I said, Ginger.

- Why?
- Nothing.

What time do you think
you'll drop by, then?

A little later this afternoon
will be all right.

All right. See you later, then.

Very pleased to have met you, Dink.

Bye.

Ginger means well. He sort of
looks after me like a mother hen.

Sure you don't mean father hen?

It's sort of dismal, isn't it?

Oh, it's not too bad, really.
Home is what you make it, you know.

That's what they say, isn't it?
Can I take your coat?

Would you like to sit down somewhere?

- Where?
- Well, over there's a nice place.

And take your sweater off
and make yourself at home.

I like your furniture.

It's early East End, isn't it?

You do have a sense of humour.

- Cigarette?
- Yes, thanks.

- How do you feel now?
- Oh, much better, thank you.

What do you think it was
that made you sick like that?

Well, first of all I hadn't eaten
anything since yesterday.

Then I ate some rolls I found.

I'm afraid I ate them too fast.

- Are you hungry now?
- No, thank you.

- Really? I could fix you something.
- Oh, no, please don't.

By the way, how come you were
out on the streets like that?

Oh, it's only been about a week, really.

To tell you the truth, well,
I've left my mother.

You're a bit old to be living
with your mother, aren't you?

That's what they all said.

That's one of the reasons I left.
That and other things.

Other things?

You are curious, aren't you?

- Sorry.
- Oh, that's all right.

You can stay here
for a couple of days if you like.

Oh, that's very nice of you.

I could use a place for a little while.

Till I get on my feet.

I'm looking for a job,
but I'm afraid I'm not very good at it.

Well, perhaps I could help.

Oh, you've done quite enough already.

Do you want some tea?

No, thank you.

You know, I feel I ought to explain
something about my mother.

- You don't have to.
- No, really, I'd like to.

In fact,
I feel very comfortable with you.

Strange, 'cause I never have...

With a girl.

What do you mean?

Well, you make me feel comfortable
about, well, personal things.

Like... Oh, I don't know...

You don't have to tell me about it
if you don't want to.

I feel I'd like to.

- Really?
- Really.

- She drinks a lot.
- Your mother?

Yes. Oh, she never used to.

But the last few years,
she just got hung up about it.

- She must have her reasons.
- Yes, I suppose so.

She's extremely dominant.

I can't make a move without her say.

I suppose I have been spoiled
all my life by her.

And I've had to rely upon her for money.

- Did she throw you out?
- No, I walked out.

- God, that must have taken some courage.
- I don't think it was courage.

It's just that I couldn't take any more.

Well, everyone has to leave
the nest sooner or later.

Some sooner, some later.

Yes, but I didn't think it was going
to be this difficult being on my own.

Oh, life's difficult.

- All right, now it's your turn.
- My turn?

Yes, I've done all the talking so far.
Now it's your turn.

Now, let's see.

At the age of two,
I wanted a dog that I couldn't have.

- And at the age of three, I wanted...
- Oh, come on now, be serious.

I'm always serious.

All right, then,
I'll change the subject.

No, my parents are both dead.

- What's the matter?
- Nothing.

- Then why did you move away like that?
- I don't know.

- Are you afraid?
- I don't know.

Are you a queer?

Of course not.

I shouldn't have kissed you like that.

I liked the way you kissed me.

- Then what is it?
- I don't know.

You're a virgin, aren't you?

What makes you say that?

- That's it, isn't it?
- You're a virgin.

No, I'm not. I've had lots of girls.

You'd be surprised
how many girls I've had.

I'm sorry, Dink. I didn't realise.

You're mistaken, really you are.
You don't know.

I've had lots of girls.

What are you looking at me
like that for?

- Don't you believe me?
- Dink, it doesn't matter.

Well, you're mistaken.

Uh...

Oh, look at the poor thing.

It's broken its leg.

- What are we going to do with it?
- Oh, let's keep it.

No. It might be sick with something.
Get rid of it.

Oh, we can't get rid of it.
It needs help.

Let's take it downstairs.

- I'm afraid.
- Afraid of what?

- A pigeon?
- It's a bad omen.

I just don't like it.
Get rid of it, please.

Oh, we can't get rid of it.

It'll be all right in a few days.
Won't you, boy?

Come on. Come on, now. Come on.

Hello, Homer. How are you this morning?

How's that little old leg of yours? Eh?

Come on. Little smile. Little smile.

I know. I'll go to the market first.

And if there's nothing doing over there,
I'll trod off to Petticoat Lane.

- I think I know of a...
- Have you got a comb?

Right there in front of you
on the window sill.

Oh, we don't need much.

Just a few bob a day
until we get something better.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing.

Well, what's the matter?

I just don't feel very well.

- Maybe you should lie down.
- I'll be all right. You go on.

But I hate to leave you like this.

Dink, you go on your own.
I'll be fine, honest.

- Oh, Dee.
- Don't, Dink.

- But I'm only trying to help.
- I know you are.

- You go on.
- Now you're getting angry at me.

I'm not. I just explained
I don't feel very well.

For God's sake, you go on.

- Are you sure?
- Of course I'm sure.

I'll see you later.

- Ouch!
- That hurt?

Hmm. Just here.

Oh, that's much better.

That feels beautiful.

- Just there.
- Turn around.

Ah.

It's beautiful.

Just there. It's going.

- Feels better?
- Much better.

Tomorrow.

Maybe tomorrow.

- What's her name?
- Her name's Mabel.

Oh, you'll love her.
She's a grand old lady.

She's been...
Really been like a mother to me.

- Oh, you'll love her, Dee.
- How old is she?

Oh, anything from about 40 to 100.

You can never tell with Mabel.

Some days she acts like...
Oh, well, you'll see. You'll love her.

- Where does she live?
- Oh, not far from here.

Soho. Only a couple
of minutes by the tube.

You like her an awful lot, don't you?

Yes. She's lovely, really.

You know, she used to be a busker.

She can't any more.

As she says, "When me bust went,
I had to give up me busking."

How long have you known her?

Oh, about six months, I guess.

I met her on a Tube station.

She got her purse caught
in one of the Tube doors

and was left there
standing on the platform.

You've never heard so many
four-lettered words in your life.

I slipped her a bob and told her
to get a cup of tea.

We've been friends ever since.

Although, to this day,
I'm sure she set me up.

Although she won't admit it.

- Sounds like quite a girl.
- Oh, she is.

- But you'll love her.
- What time are we supposed to meet her?

4:00. It's always been 4:00.

- Always?
- Always.

I meet her every Thursday at 4:00.

She's says I'm the only boy
she's ever met who she serves tea to

who doesn't want anything in return.

Oh, I really love her.

I wish she'd been my mum instead of...

Aren't you ready?

I've been ready for the last 10 minutes.

- Mabel?
- Mabel.

So this whore gets out of the cab,

and it's been raining and her fur coat's
all soaking and tatty.

She stumbles...

And she drops her half crown
down the drain.

So she looks up to heaven and the
mascara's all running down her cheeks.

And she says, "Oh, well,
easy come, easy go!"

You want some more tea, ducks?

Oh, I'll have some.

- Want some, Dee?
- I've had enough, thanks.

Yeah. Would you like
a glass of gin, dear?

Oh, you can't shake your
old tricks, can you, Mabel?

Ah! I don't know what you mean.

Oh, you're good for
a lot of things, Mabel.

But lying isn't one of them.

You know me too well.
You know that, don't you?

How's Ernie?

He's very poorly.

Poor thing. He can't eat any more.

He's on liquids, you see.

They won't let him have nothing solid.

Well, you see, everything he eats,
he throws up.

You know what I mean.

Ain't very pretty, cancer ain't.

Such a nice old man, too.

Do you know he was the best
partner I ever had?

Blimey! Hark at me.

Talking like he was dead already.

Was? It should have been is.

"Is" is a word, ain't it?
And "was" isn't.

You know what I mean, don't you?

Of course you do.

Lord love you.

Ain't another person in the world
like my old Ernie.

Do you know what, Dinky boy?

If you was 12 years older and
I was 40, erm, years younger.

I'd take you on, I would.

So help me, I would.

Oh, look at him.
Oh, look at him, will you?

Ain't he pretty?

Do you know, I'd like to lie on a bed
and look at you all day, I would.

Oh!

Oh, I'm a dirty, old woman.

Gorb would turn over in his grave,
he would.

You think I don't know Gorb.

I've been close to that man for years.

Him and me, we've always been friends,
we have.

Sometimes we haven't
been very close together.

But he is always there when I need him.

You know that, don't you?

I love you, Mabel.

There you go again.

You always know the right
sort of thing to say, don't you?

What are you trying to do?

Making me mess all my makeup up.

Took me two hours to get ready
for you two, it did.

It's not easy, you know. Not at my age.

At your age? There is none with you.

You can buck and wing your way around
any of those bastards in the Dilly.

I'd put a quid on you any day.

Oh!

Here, talking about pounds,

I've taken off a few pounds.
Can you see? Look!

What size are you now, eh?

Oh, you can't get around me that way,
you young chick.

I takes to any size, I do.

Ah, you're too quick for me, Mabel.

Ooh, that'll be the day.

I ain't got many of them left, either.

Oh, now there you go again,
being negative.

- What's negative?
- Well, it ain't positive.

Ah, you see, there you go
playing them clever word games again.

And you know I don't like it.

You know, I'm not as dumb as I look.

It's just the clothes I wear.

Well, you know what I mean.

Didn't you say something
about having another cup of tea?

Oh, come on, love.

Lift up the corners.

Here, I'll make you a nice cup of tea.

I'll put a bit of stuff in it for you.

- No, thank you, Mabel.
- Oh, go on. Go on. Have one.

No, really,
I've got a bit of a headache.

Oh! Oh, that's me I suppose.

She's a fine girl, you know, Dink.

I always did say you had good taste.

And you now...
Now you better be good to him

or I'll break your arse in two, I will.

He's the best find in the East End,
he is, you know?

Oh, look at him.

He's blushing.

- I'm not.
- You are!

Can't fool an old busker like me,
you can't.

It's getting late, Dink.
Don't you think we better move?

Oh, no, don't. Don't go yet.

I mean, I'm only just getting started.

It's not often I have guests.

You, you bastard,
you never come to see me.

Your mind's going, love.

I've seen you every Thursday
for the last six months.

So don't give me any of that old crap.

He knows me too well, this one does.

You know all my little tricks,
don't you?

Oh, God bless you and keep you
on Sundays... And Mondays...

Oh, stop it, Mabel.
You're giving me a hard-on.

Oh!

Oh! What a dirty mind you have!

He's just trying to shock you, you know.

He's just a sauce box, really.

Shame on you, Dinky boy.

Oh, we've got to go, Mabel.

- Oh, must you?
- I think we'd better.

Oh! Well, you will come back
next week, won't you?

- Till then.
- All right.

"Parting is such sweet sorrow,"

"but we shall say good night
till it be..."

And all that crap.

I've an idea. Why don't you come
and see us next time?

We're only a few minutes away
on the tube.

Oh, that's a wonderful idea.

I'm settled now.

Are you, love?

I hope so.

We can repay your kindness that way.

Till Thursday.

- 4:00?
- Have you got a pencil, then?

I can always find a pencil
for you, darling.

What's the address?

It's 169 Commercial Street.

- That's a gay number.
- What do you mean?

You can explain that one to him
when you get home.

- I don't know what you mean.
- Don't you, love?

Bye-bye, ducks.

Oh, give the old 'un a kiss then.

Bye.

Lord help him.

- Have we got anything to eat at home?
- I don't think so.

- Are you hungry?
- Sort of.

Then we've work to do.

# Heigh-ho, heigh-ho
It's off to work we go

# Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, heigh-ho
heigh-ho, heigh-ho... #

- How do you feel?
- Glorious.

Could you go for some cabbage?

- I haven't had cabbage since...
- We went to bed last night?

- Oh, well...
- "Cabbages and kings?"

"Ceiling wax and things..."
Remember that?

- Lewis Carroll, right?
- Right.

Alice Through the Looking-Glass.

Are you sure? You can never be
sure about anything in life, Dink.

What would you like for dinner tonight,
my love? Champagne or rosé.

Oh, rosé. I'm tired of champagne.

So am I. Besides, it looks like water.

- You are nuts. You know that, don't you?
- Takes one to know one.

Give us your plate.

Mmm, smells good. Smells delicious.

Ambrosia to the palates of the gods!

You're mad! Completely mad!

You make me so.

- Are you happy, Dink?
- What do you think?

I don't know. I have to be told things.

I'm not used to saying
my feelings out loud.

- You did with Mabel.
- Oh, that's different.

- Like how?
- Well, she's just different.

- Because she's older?
- That's one of them.

- Like your mother?
- I didn't say that.

But you were thinking that, weren't you?

No! At least I don't think I was.

You don't mean you were
sexually attracted to her?

What put that idea into your head?

She's a beautiful person, isn't she?

I think so.

You're so lucky to have
a friend like her. I do love her.

Yes, I am, aren't I?

It'll be super having her here
on Thursday, won't it?

Oh, Dee, I'm so glad you like her!

You think we're going
to finish our food?

I don't want food. I want you.

You're my food.

- Dink?
- What?

- I'd better not.
- Better what?

- Forget it.
- Forget what?

It doesn't matter.

Look, what are you trying to do to me?
Drive me mad?

What are you talking about?

- Nothing!
- You are so... Now go on.

- Well, I've been thinking...
- Yes.

That we should...

I don't quite know how to put this.

Look, you know you can talk to me.

Yes, I suppose so, but...

Well, all right, here goes.

I'm listening.

- Dink. Dink.
- Go on.

We're too square.

I can be as round as you want me to be.

I didn't mean that.

I mean, we should try other ways.

I don't understand.

When you take a man and a woman,

they're always in the same position.

- Oh, I'm with you now.
- No, don't make fun of me.

I'm not.
It's the most serious thing in my life.

You know,

before I met you,

all I'd ever do was, well,

masturbate.

I didn't know anything else.

Just picture books,

you know.

Sometimes I'd do it, well,
two or three times a day.

You don't mind me telling you this?

No, I want you to.
Makes me so much closer to you.

Do girls, uh, masturbate?

- Well, I can only speak for this girl.
- Yes.

I have, but it's different with girls.

It's more curiosity than a necessity.

Really? Oh, how dull.

I've been around an awful lot longer
than you have, you know.

I know that.

You don't resent me for that,
do you, Dink?

I couldn't resent you for anything.

You see, I want to try different ways.

- I'm lost.
- Well...

Different ways of having sex.

You know, I get really excited
when you talk about sex.

Most men do. It's their nature.

- You know an awful lot, don't you?
- Not really.

I'm just curious.

Oh, you really turn me on.

Do I, Dink?

- I could do anything with you.
- Would you?

- Oh, I'm so glad I met you.
- So am I.

I don't know what would have
happened to me if I hadn't.

Nothing will, as long as you're with me.

- Promise?
- Mmm.

You know, I feel that way, too.

I feel like I'm inside you.

Here.

It's a strange feeling,

like being secure.

Oh, you must think I'm mad.

If only I could explain myself clearly.

Oh, hell, I'm talking too much.

No!

If I'm going to understand you,
you've got to expose yourself to me.

Yes?

Kiss me.

Here.

You do love me, Dink?

I'm afraid of the word "love".

But you do?

- Yes.
- Here.

I think I'm falling
in love with you, Dink.

Here.

Here.

Here.

There.

Oh, God, I love you.

What are you doing?

- What did you say?
- I didn't say anything.

- Repeat what you said.
- I can't.

- But you did.
- Yes.

Say it.

- I love you.
- Again.

I love you.

Show me.

Hello, Homer. How are you, then?

How's that leg of yours? Yes.

What the hell are you doing?

Making breakfast.

- What time is it?
- Does it matter?

- No.
- Are you hungry?

Don't think so.

We need some more tea.

I know, I was thinking
about that yesterday.

Homer's fine now.

Good, we can turn him loose now.

Oh, we can't do that.

Besides, I don't think
he'll go home now.

Not after being with us.

He already knows his name.

And he's the first pet
I've ever had in my life.

We can't let him go now.

Not now.

You said only few days.

We've had him here a week now.

It's just not right
keeping a bird inside.

He's not an ordinary bird.

I thought you were making breakfast?

You said you weren't hungry.

Well, I've changed my mind.

All right then, wait a minute.

Dink?

Yes?

I'm hungry.

All right then.

I wouldn't want to tear you away
from your friend.

Are you upset with me?

No. What makes you say that?

You sound annoyed.

Well, I'm not.

Bloody hell!

What's the matter?

Burnt my damn finger
on that fucking stove.

What are you swearing for? You never do.

Oh, I don't know.

Is that better?

Mommy will kiss it and make it well.

Poke.

Poke.

Poke.

Poke.

Poke. Poke.

Poke. Poke. Poke.

No, Dink! No! No, Dink! No, no!

Dink!

Who is it?

It's me, Ginger.

What the hell does he want?

He's been very good to me.

I bet he has.

- How are things?
- Fine.

- Everything all right, then?
- Yes.

- You haven't been down to see me.
- Just a minute.

- Don't let him see.
- See what?

You know what I mean.

You know,
when I let you take this place,

there was nothing said about
letting people shack up,

if you know what I mean.

Of course you do.

- Look, Ginger...
- Ginger, is it?

- I thought it was Ginge?
- Well, it is.

You've got a crush on him, haven't you?

- That's none of your business.
- Oh, isn't it?

You know I could throw you
out of here tomorrow.

Well, do it.

- You know I couldn't.
- Well then, don't.

Christ, you really know how to break
me balls, don't ya?

That's what I like about you, Ginger.

You've got class.

Oh, it would be all right if he said it,
wouldn't it?

You know something,
I do believe you're jealous.

You bet damn well I'm jealous.

We don't have any tea.

And what is that supposed to mean?

What do you think?

I can only let you have a quid.

Business hasn't been so good this week.

I can't keep my mind on it,

if you know what I mean.

I know damn well what you mean.

When am I going to see ya?

Well, if you're a good boy,
I might just slip down tonight.

- Oh, that'll be the day.
- I just might.

You don't know what time, do ya?

I can't promise, mind you.

You always say that.

A quid.

- All right. Here.
- Thank you.

Oh, don't thank me.

Thank God I'm a bloody sucker.

Did he give you money? What for?

- He's really very nice.
- I bet he is!

What did he give you money for?

- 'Cause he likes me.
- Spell the word like.

It's not a four-letter word
if that's what you mean.

Is that what I mean?
Oh, so you can read my thoughts now?

- I do believe you're jealous.
- Of course I'm jealous.

You go out into the hallway
with that dirty, little creep,

you're out there with him
for 10 minutes.

- Three minutes.
- Ten minutes!

You come back in here
with a sick smile on your face,

you slip a quid down there,

and you expect me not to be jealous?

God damn it!

We don't need money that badly!

That was childish.
That was very childish.

You tell me we have no tea.

I get money for tea.

And what do you have to do?

Show your stupid jealousy.

You can't just scream and yell.

No, not you.

You have to be so theatrical!

So masculine!

So demonstrative!

Oh, the poor little boy's feelings
were hurt.

You can't think anything nice.

Everything to you is dirty, isn't it?

Isn't it!

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.

Fuck you!

Oh, I'm sorry.

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Sorry, sorry.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Dinky.

Dinky.

There, Dinky.

I'm sorry. Sorry.

Dinky.

Dinky.

I'm sorry, sorry.

I'm sorry.

Sorry. Sorry.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Happy?

Very.

I've never been to those heights before.

In my wildest dreams,
I could never imagine anything like it.

It didn't bother you?

Not when it's love.

- Do you feel that way?
- You doubt it?

No, Dinky, you're my Dinky.

Smile.

Smile and brighten up my world.

Such a beautiful smile.

So bright.

So bright I'm afraid of it.
Turn it off, Dink.

I feel like a vampire in the sunlight
when you smile.

What a funny thing to say.

Nothing in life's funny, Dink.

Always remember that.

What a strange girl you are.

Sometimes I don't think
I know you at all.

I don't want you to know me.

But I do.

Do you?

Poke.

Let me take you to my castle.

You mean the one you captured
from the fire dragon?

Yes, that's the one.

I love your castle, sir.

Our castle, my lady.

And how long have you had it?

Since I met you.

And how much did you pay for it,
my lord?

Price of my love.

Do you think that was enough?

What else could I give?

Your life.

My life?

That's a strange answer.

What made you say that?

Well, wouldn't you have
laid down your life

to save the princess from the dragon?

It's beautiful, isn't it?

But not as beautiful as you.

You're learning too fast, Dink.

I've got a good teacher.

No, don't say any more.

Give me my old Dink.

You're growing up too fast, Dink.
Let's not grow up.

- All right, word game.
- Yeah.

- Bread.
- Butter.

- Red.
- Blood.

- Blood?
- I don't know what made me say that.

Go on.

- Sugar.
- Salt.

- Dry.
- Wet.

- Mother.
- Dead.

Dead?

- I don't like this game.
- Yes, you do. Go on.

Well, it's your turn.

- Rat.
- Ginger.

That's not very nice.

Neither is Ginger.

Are you going to play or not?

All right then, it's your turn.

- Love.
- Blonde.

- Who?
- You.

Something tells me
we got lost somewhere.

No more word games.

- You know I'm a very rich man.
- Why?

- Because I have you.
- That's nice.

I'm not trying to be nice.
I'm trying to be honest.

I do love you, Dink.

Well, I hope so.

Let me worship you.

- What?
- Let me worship you.

No, don't move.
Just stand there like that.

Put your arms up... That's it.

Now, don't move.

- Oh, I feel foolish.
- It's gone!

- What?
- The moment I thought we had together.

But I felt foolish.

Besides I should be worshipping you.

But you do, all the time.

Look at that cloud up there.
What does it remind you of?

- Candy floss.
- That's not very romantic.

- I'm cold.
- Are you?

- Let's go downstairs.
- And leave our castle?

Very well, my lord.

- Winter's coming.
- It'll be cold soon.

- We'll need a blanket.
- I'll get one from Ginger.

Like hell you will.

I don't want you to take
anything from that bastard.

Oh, please don't ruin our day.

- Well, don't bring him up.
- All right, I won't.

All right.

- I think I know of a place.
- For what?

A blanket.

Have you ever stolen in your life?

I did when I was a little girl.
I think everybody does.

I think stealing is exciting.

I've never thought of it that way.

- Would you like to steal?
- Yes.

I know this shop where we can get one.

I don't like going out
in daylight, though.

Nor do I.

But it's the only time
we'll be able to get it.

Well, let's make this
our last trip in daylight.

- The world's so ugly by day.
- All right, this will be our last time.

I feel uncomfortable.

Well, you're the one that wanted to go.

I never realised what our castle
means to us until now.

Do you want to go back?

I do.

- But we can't.
- The blanket.

The blanket.

Up there, look.

Oh.

What'll it be ladies?

I'd like to see that
old coat up there, please.

The one with the beads.

Oh, that's a pretty one.
I knew you had taste when you walked in.

- How much is it?
- 12 guineas.

Guineas?
Who do you think you are, the West End?

I run a high-class shop here, you know.

Oh, come off it.

Just because this junk's in
doesn't mean to say you can rob us.

- Can't you do any better?
- I never bicker over prices.

But seeing as you ladies
know a good thing when you see it,

I'll make a bargain.

Make it 10 guineas.

Make it eight and you got a sale.

- Have you got a box?
- For eight guineas, you want a box?

- You'll get a bag and like it.
- Oh, wrap it up.

Oh, dig those two.

- He looks cute.
- Yeah, wash him up a bit.

Have you ever been to bed with a hippie?

No.

No. Well, I'd wash him first.

- I thought that was just rumours.
- Oh, you take it from an old pro.

- They look hungry.
- Have you ever seen one that didn't?

Here you are, ladies.

You know we were robbed
the minute we came in here.

Well, you know what they say.
Easy come, easy go.

What the hell are you laughing at,
you dirty sods?

Come on, Sue.

- Can I help you?
- I'd like to see a coat.

How much you want to spend?

- About a quid.
- You're kidding, aren't you?

- No, I'm not. Winter's coming...
- And you need a coat.

That's an old story around.

You kids are all alike.

You know when to hit somebody,
don't you?

All right, come on.

The lowest coat in this store
is a couple of quid

but I'll let you have one for one pound.

What the hell! You're...

You cock-sucking son of a bitch.

It's Thursday, it's 4:00.

- Did you forget?
- I'm sorry, what did you say?

It's 4:00. Did you forget?

Dink's not here.

What do you mean he's not here?
We had a date.

Well, Dink moved out. He left yesterday.

That's funny.
Oh, surely he'd have told me.

Maybe he forgot.

Dink don't forget.

Well, maybe he did this time.

Are you sure you don't know where he is?

I told you no, didn't I?

Yeah, but something tells me
you're not telling me the truth.

Listen, God damn it,
I told you he's not here.

Now, if you're the smart little alky
that I think you are,

you'll get your ass down those stairs
and mind your own goddamn business.

Who the hell do you think you are,
talking to me like that?

I pegged you right the first moment
I set eyes on you.

There's a word for girls like you.

It starts with a "C" and end with a "T".
Can you guess what it is?

- Get out of here!
- Oh, no pushing.

You ain't heard the last of me,
not by a long chalk.

You think you're smart, don't you?

But I've met your sort before.

And you're not very pretty, you're not.

How Dink ever came to get up with a girl
like you, I'll never know, I won't.

But I'll do you, my girl.
I'll see you, I will.

Just you wait.
I'll get the coppers on to you.

They'll send you up to Holloway
and you'll be done for.

I know some old people up there
and they'll do you good and proper.

Just you wait.

Dinky.

Poor little Dinky.

We need some food.

Did you hear me?

Let's go to the market.

Dink, are you listening?

We'll come straight back.

Please come with me, Dink.

No.

All right.

You rest here. I'll go on my own.

I'll only be a few minutes.

- Tom?
- Is that you, Dee?

Yes.

- How are you?
- Fine. And you?

You should know.

It wasn't my fault.

I wouldn't take any bets on it.

- Tom?
- Yeah?

Good luck.

- Yes?
- Do you know of a flat going?

No.

Are you sure you don't know of anything
in the neighbourhood?

No.

I've been looking all day.
I thought sure I'd find something.

I wish I could help.

I can't afford one in the West End,

so I thought I'd come out here
and look for it.

Are you sure you don't know of a flat?

No.

I guess that's that then.

Yes, I guess so.

What do you want?

I was looking for a flat.

- Get out of here.
- I beg your pardon?

- Get out of here.
- I was only looking for a flat.

- That's some story.
- I'm Rosie.

You won't be for long if you don't get
your arse down those stairs.

But she was only looking for a flat.

Listen, you little slut,
if I ever catch you around here again,

I'll break your bloody neck.

Get out of here!

Who was she?

- I don't know.
- You're lying.

I'm not.

I'm sorry.

It proves you love me.

- Does it?
- Doesn't it?

Of course.

Do you feel better now?

Much.

I found some nice food.

We need some.

Do you love me?

Dare you ask?

Prove it.

Oh, you almost got it.

A little bit more to the right.

And...

Easy.

Easy does it.

- Oh damn!
- Missed.

Try again.

Got it.

What will Ginger say?

Ah, to hell with Ginger.
He doesn't trust anybody.

He'll think it's one of the office boys.

How much have we got?

- Twelve bob.
- Not bad, eh?

Do you love me?

Need you ask?

It's beautiful.
It's absolutely beautiful.

I never thought you'd have an orgasm
over a little bit of paint.

It's just what we needed.

I don't like the word "we."

Oh, don't spoil it. Don't get jealous.

- I never see you any more.
- You will.

- Soon?
- I think so.

Thank you for the paint, Ginge.

Oh, I didn't like him very much.

And your mother?

I don't think she liked
my father either.

Did he always drink?

No.

Only when he lost his arm in the war.

He was a great surgeon, you know.

Till that happened.

When did your mother start drinking?

When Dad died.

God, it must have been rough for you.

Oh, not really.

Only this last four years.

Anyway, I don't want to
talk about it any more.

Tell me about yours.

I've told you almost everything.

- Have you?
- Yes.

My parents were both killed
in a car crash.

Then I went to stay with my Aunt Martha.

But she resented me.

And that's all there is to it.

- I'm glad you left her.
- Why?

Well, otherwise
I may never have met you.

You will always know
the right thing to say, don't you?

How's Homer?

- Who?
- Ginger.

Damn!

Can I see you for a minute?

What is it?

I thought you were going to let me
help you paint.

You know I couldn't do that.

I don't know anything of the kind.

Dink doesn't like you.

And I don't like Dink.

How long are you gonna keep him here?

You talk about him as if he were
a cat or dog or something.

Well, isn't he?

You are a smart arse, aren't you?

It won't be long now.

Who's a good little bird?

Who's beautiful?

- Mrs Wyndham.
- Yes?

- A call.
- Who is it?

It's Dee.

Dee.

Oh!

Dee.

Precious, where are you?

I'm in a call box.

Why didn't you call?

The least thing you could've done
is to have called.

Is anything wrong?

No, Mum. I need some money, though.

Dee, dear, please come home.

I miss you so terribly.

Dad won't say anything more, I promise.

I can't come home, you know that.

Would you like to go to the States?

No one would know there.

I could go with you.
Oh, please, Dee, please come home.

I miss you so...

How's the baby?

Your father and I
took care of everything.

It's in a home.

They don't think it can live too long.

Have they found Jack?

I don't think they ever will now.

The doctors say that he's probably
in the last stages.

I can't help feeling sorry for him,
in a way.

Syphilis is ugly.

Dee, dear, are you sure
you're all right?

Yes, Mum, I'm all right.

I don't think I'll ever miss
having children.

I really don't care.

Leave the money with Aunt Martha.

I'll need it in a day or so.

Dee, please let me see you.

I can't stand not having you beside me.

I don't care about anything
in life any more.

Only you.

Which is the day that
you're going to see Aunt Martha?

Couldn't I see you?

Dee, I won't... Dee.

Oh, Dee, don't hang up.

Oh, my God.

Oh, Dee.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

I want you out.

I beg your pardon?

I want you out!

You have one hour.

Oh, come off it, Dee.

You understand English, don't you?

- What are you getting at?
- Get out!

- Don't touch me.
- Oh, what's wrong, Dee?

Nothing's wrong!

I don't want you living here any more!

Get out, you... Filthy bastard!

You fucking son of a bitch.

What makes you think I ever loved you?

I was beginning
to think we'd be married.

- I can't take this.
- Can't you?

That's life, baby.

Get out of here and quit fucking around!

Don't touch me!

I'm going now.

I'll be gone for 10 minutes.

If you're here when I get back,
I'll call in the police.

If I were you, you little creep,
I'd be gone.

So long, queer.

It's been nice knowing you.

Can I help you?