Original subtitles

(Birdsong)

(Crowing)

(Woman whispering) 'Norman, Norman... '

(Ringing)

All right, six o'clock, I know.

(Horse whinnying)

- Morning, George. - Morning, Norman.

(Whinnying)

Here you are, Buttons.

One minute.

That better?

(Buzzing and ringing)

(Shouting) Hello! Yes?

- Where's my tea? - Wait a minute! Not you, Matron...

- Shut up! - What?!

No, not you, Matron. I'm coming up straightaway.

(Buzzing continues)

(Ringing)

Oh, shut up!

One, two, three, four...

Oh, gawd!

Oh!

Oh! "Norman, Norman!"

(Norman groaning)

Making tea?

- I wouldn't mind if it was the first time. - I got me foot caught.

- Here, this morning... - (Bell ringing)

Hurry up with the matron's tea. It's getting cold.

- Matron! - Yes.

- Your tea. - Leave it there, thank you.

All right.

- Good morning, Norman. - Morning, Mary.

- Got anything for me? - Cup of tea in the pot.

Norman! Mary! Look at the time.

Here! Peter, Chris. Oh, come on.

- Norman! - Coming, Jimmy.

- Norman, my auntie's coming today. - That's right. Today's the day.

Your auntie's coming to take you out, isn't she?

So that's school this morning and then this afternoon, no school.

Now, you get dressed. Here's your trousers.

- (Children) Norman! Norman! - All right, then.

(Excited chatter)

- Now, come on, kids. Get fell in. - (Disappointed groans)

That's it. Two deep. Quick march.

Oh, one minute. I've got to post a letter.

(Tyres screeching, horn honking)

(Horns sounding)

(Horns)

(Norman) Come on.

One minute! Now, wait there. Don't move.

- Come on, Jimmy. - Smashing. I wouldn't mind having that.

I'll bet you wouldn't.

- Get those children off the road. - This is a public crossing, Mr Bigley.

- Why, you... - Now, take it easy, Dad.

- Hurry up. Get fell in. Two deep. - (Horns)

Hurry up. Swing your arms. That's it, two deep.

- Norman! - Halt.

Well?

Give these to Matron with my compliments.

Yes, Mr Bigley.

Quick march.

- Morning, Miss Gibson. - Hello.

- Can Jimmy have the afternoon off? - Yes, of course.

Are these for me? Why, Norman, how sweet of you.

Iris! Iris!

Can we make it 7:30 instead of 7:00? The old man's busy.

- Norman brought me these. - Ho-ho! Did he?

- (lris) Aren't they wonderful? - Wonderful. Are you coming my way?

No, thanks. I just want to see the children in.

All right. See you later.

- I think you'll prefer it. - That seems all right.

I let you down on the other site but I didn't know the council would step in.

- They won't step in now? - I guarantee it.

It's a perfect site for a factory, near the railway and the main road.

- Will they let you close an orphanage? - What about the children? I'm not...

Never fear, Mr Carter. They will be taken care of.

As chairman of the orphanage committee, I know my duty.

They'll be boarded out in private homes.

That's what they need and I will see to it personally.

(Knocking)

- Oh, excuse me. - (Bigley) You know my son, don't you?

(All) How do you do?

As long as the children are looked after, I will consider the place.

I'll look over it when the children are away.

Leave that to me.

- I'll ring you later today. - Good. I'll be in all afternoon.

- Good morning. - Morning.

Dad, it's not the Greenwood Home you're offering them?

- It's perfect. - But the children are so happy there.

They'll be just as happy in private homes.

- But Dad... - Alec, I have no time to talk to you now.

You wait here and your aunt will come in a minute.

- Yes, Mary. - Have a lovely time.

You enjoy yourself.

I've got to get some old clothes from Lady Wilson's. I'll be back at four.

Excuse me, could you oblige me three pennies, please?

Thank you very much.

Can I have some coppers, please?

Can I have...? Can I have some coppers, please?

(lnaudible through glass)

Wilson... Lady Wilson.

Topham 245.

Oh! Topham 245, Topham 245.

- 245. Got a pencil? - Yes, thanks.

- Would you like a pencil? - Thank you.

Is Mabel on duty, please? It's Norman from the orphanage.

I haven't got any money and I must phone Lady Wilson

because I'm calling round for some old clothes

so if you'll put me through I'll pay you Friday.

Oh, good. Yes, it's...

It's Chilling 47... No, Largswood 8...

Hamstam... Wait a minute, there's one down here.

No, it's not that one either...

Oh!

Oh!

But it's all smothered with them. Have you got a pin?

(Babbling)

Oh, I've got it. Topham 245. That's the one.

What on earth? Put me down at once!

- There's a liberty! No, get out of here! - Get out of here at once!

- I was in here first! - Will you give me that telephone?!

- I tell you! - I'm not gonna give it to you.

Let go! Let go!

Now what's the matter?

Oh, good heavens above! Come on. Get out of here!

You big bully!

Hey! What are you doing?

Give me that telephone.

- Gawd! - Get off me!

Here, give me that!

- (Operator) 'The line is out of order.' - I'm not surprised.

(Clock chiming)

(Welsh accent) Hello, Jimmy. My goodness, you soon got home.

I bet you had a smashing time, didn't you?

What's the matter?

Didn't your auntie come, then?

Oh, never mind, Jimmy. At least somebody did write to you.

I've never had a postcard in all me life!

Jimmy, I'll tell you what.

Come over here and I'll tell you how I was found in a basket on Crewe station.

Here! Let's go into the kitchen and see what there is to eat.

See what we can find, eh?

Here's a jelly. I'll get a spoon, eh?

Don't you want any, then?

Have an orange, eh?

I'll tell you what.

Let's make a man, and he'll stand up on his own.

Here! What are you up to?

I thought you were going out with your auntie?

(Mouths)

Here, love, have a special Sunday biscuit. Here you are.

Oh, don't cry, Jimmy. Your aunt will come some other day.

Now, be a big boy and stop crying, eh?

You can take first pick of any toy before the others come back.

Look, Jimmy, if you stop crying and give us a nice smile,

I'll buy you a new toy, all for yourself. Anything you want.

There. That's a promise.

Now, what do you want?

- Promise? - Yes, I promise.

Cross your heart?

- What's it gonna be? - A motorcar.

- Which motorcar? - The one in the shop window.

- (Laughing) That one. - Yes, Norman.

Now go and take your pick before the others come back.

Thank you, Norman, for the motorcar.

- Now you've done it. - What's up with you?

Well, making promises you can't keep.

- But Jimmy knows. - Jimmy doesn't know.

You should never make a promise you can't keep to a child.

Children never forget.

- Would you mind getting on with work? - All right.

Cook, I want to have a word with you about the children.

Oh, Norman.

I'm not angry with you. I want to know what you did with Mr Bigley's flowers.

(Mumbling) Well, I was going...

Please speak clearly. I can't hear a word.

- Go on, love, start again. - (Mumbling)

- Do speak up, Norman! - There's no need to shout.

- I'm not shouting! - Of course you're shouting!

(Women arguing)

- Oh, shut up, fatty! - Oh!

You... You undersized little beast.

(Women continue arguing)

(Argument indistinct through tears)

Oh, love. Come on, blow.

- That's it. Now, don't cry. - I'm not crying.

- You what? - I've been peeling the onions.

Me eyes water when I...

Oh, dear, oh, dear!

(Boy)... stratosphere, there's nothing wonderful about flying saucers.

Once this hits the stratosphere,

and the law of gravity ceases to operate, then you've had it.

- Come on children, bedtime. - Yes, come on, kip.

(Disappointed moaning)

I won't go to bed until Norman sings to us.

(Everyone) Nor will I.

- Nor will I. - (Children shouting)

What do you want me to sing, then?

The Step Song, Norman.

- (Children) Please, please. - All right.

(Cheering)

# Take a step in the right direction

# Turn your eyes to the skies of blue

# If a signpost should say "You'll be happy that way"

# That's the way for you

# Take a step in the right direction

# Walk along with a song or two

# Give a smile to the sun and you'll find that it's fun

# For the sun will smile back at you

# Just wear a rainbow in your hair

# And sunbeams in your eyes

# Find a million dreams to share

# And you'll grow up healthy, wealthy and wise

# You will make every day perfection

# If you try to be good and true

# Take a step in the right direction

# And the whole world will belong to you #

More! More!

# Just wear a rainbow in your hair

# And sunbeams in your eyes

# Find a million dreams to share

# And you grow up healthy, wealthy and wise

# You will make every day perfection

# If you try to be good and true

# Take a step in the right direction

# And the whole world will belong to you #

Off to bed.

(Groaning)

Come on, now.

(Scratching)

Woof.

Woof! Woof! Woof!

- Woof! - (Both) Ahhh!

What are you doing in there, eh? Come on, off you go to bed.

This will do the trick. Ready?

- Yeah. I'm ready. - Shut the door, Norman.

- What for? - You'll see.

Ow!

Err...

Crikey, Norman's fainted! Somebody get some water!

Oh!

Look at the mess you made.

Get undressed. Into bed, come on.

(Jimmy) And he promised and he crossed his heart.

Don't be soft, Jimmy. It costs L#12 and L#12 is 240 shillings

and 240 shillings is 2,880 pence.

Norman!

- Here you are, Norman. - What's this?

A postcard because you never had one.

Oh, thank you, Jimmy. Yes, that's nice.

That's the first one I've ever had.

Thank you very much.

Prayers, everybody!

(Jimmy) God bless Norman and make him keep his promise.

Amen.

- 31, 32, 33, 34... - (Knocking)

...35, 36, 37...

Why, who's there?

It's me. Can I have an advance on my salary?

- Can't hear you. - Can I have an advance?

...48, 49, 50... - Can I have an advance, please?

No. Do you know you're 15 weeks in advance already?

- Only ten, Matron. - 15.

Fetch me the book and I'll show you.

- Here you are, Matron. It isn't 15. - It isn't ten. What is it?

- 14. - You don't get another penny.

- But I must have L#12. - You're crazy.

- Norman, you're not in trouble? - What sort of trouble?

Are you courting, Norman?

Not yet.

- Oh, well, what is it? - I promised to buy Jimmy a toy.

- Why do you want L#12? - Cos that's what it costs.

You're mad, Norman, promising a child a toy that costs L#12.

Even if you weren't in arrears, I wouldn't advance it. When will you grow up?

- I promised. - You'll have to unpromise.

Now, go. I have a lot to do. The children are going to Brighton for the day.

- Brighton?! - Yes!

- I've never seen the sea. - Oh, go away!

(Norman) Don't take them all.

It doesn't fit.

Get this into your head - for an orphan, anything fits.

- This lot came in last night. - Let's see what we can find.

Here's just the job for you, Tuppeny.

- Nearly fits. - No, you've been eating too much.

And it goes right over your head. So that won't do.

# I've got a robe, you've got a robe...

(All) # All the children have got a robe

# When I go to heaven, I'm going to put on my robe

(Norman joins in) # And walk all over God's heaven

# Heaven, heaven

# Heaven... #

Hello, Miss Gibson. We're all going to heaven, er, Brighton.

We're nearly ready.

Now, children, mind you're all a great credit to the home,

and do everything that Miss Gibson, Cook and Mary tell you. All ready, then?

- (All) Yes, Matron. - Good.

And as soon as you have seen them off, Norman, hurry back here.

People are coming to see the home and I want it cleaned.

- Oh. I'm not going, then? - No, Norman.

- (Children groan) - I've never seen the sea in all me life.

- I can't help that. - Norman would be a great help.

I dare say but I want him here.

Please, children, hurry along, come along.

Goodbye, Norman. I'm so sorry you're not coming with us.

(All) Me too.

Don't you worry about me. I should be all right.

I'll find something to do. I'll, I'll...

You go and enjoy yourself. Go on. Have a nice time.

- (All) Bye. - Bring me back a stick of rock.

(Door closes)

(Children shouting) We want Norman! We want Norman!

We want Norman! We want Norman!

What is it? What's happened?

(Boy) Please, Matron. If Norman can't go, we won't go.

But that's absurd.

Children!

Very well, Norman. Go along and see the sea.

(All) Hooray! (Norman) Come on, then.

(Woman) # Farewell to old England forever

# Farewell to me rum culls as well

# Farewell to the well known Old Bailey

# Where I used for to cut such a swell

# Singing tooral liooral liaddity

# Singing tooral liooral liay

# Singing tooral liooral liaddity

# For we're bound for Botany Bay #

(Out of tune) #... for Botany... #

# 'Tain't leaving old England we cares about

# 'Tain't cos we misspells what we owns

# 'Tis cos all we light-fingered gentry

# Hops around with a log on our toes

# Singing tooral liooral liaddity

# Singing tooral liooral liay

# Singing tooral liooral liaddity

# For we're bound for Botany Bay #

(Alone) # Botany Bay #

(Laughter and screams)

No, thank you.

Oh, Norman.

Will you let me sit there so I can be opposite Miss Gibson?

- No, I want to look out of the window. - Oh...

(ln background) # Singing tooral liooral liaddity

# Singing tooral liooral liay

# Singing tooral liooral liaddity

# For we're bound for Botany Bay #

I bet you've travelled all over the place, ain't ya?

We're going down to Brighton ourselves.

You been about much?

I expect we should do a bit of paddling and that.

We ain't going back till tonight.

'Ere! What about a sing-song?

(Munching)

(Belches) Manners.

'Ere, want a drop?

- No, thank you. - Go on!

I've got a load of sweets here.

Go on, now get stuck in.

Here you are, catch!

All gone!

All gone! All...

- It didn't go... It's shut. You shut it. - Of course I did, you silly little man.

We're gonna have some laughs on this trip, I can see that.

One big, happy family. I'm glad I got in here.

If I had gone in one of the other carriages, I would've got freezed out.

- (Buzzing) - Here, look at this. Now, watch this.

Watch this, this wasp is landing...

There, now, there's a liberty.

There is a liberty!

Right on my jam.

Now, get out of it, go on.

Get out of it!

Put this away.

Here... where's me bottle stopper?

You're having a lark.

You little devil.

Right, come on. Who's got my bottle stopper?

Get out of it. I've gotta find me bottle stopper.

Sit over there. That's it.

Go on. On his lap. Come to a tunnel in a minute.

Go on, get over there.

Hold this. There.

- I've been a fool, ain't I? - (All) Yes!

Come on, we're all right now.

I'll tell you what. 'Ere.

Now, listen, let's all drop off. Go on, have a kip.

Oh! Uh!

Oh! Oh!

Oh! Ah!

(Yelping)

Oh, God, me leg!

Cook! Cook!

- What's up? - I've got a wasp...

- Where? - (Yelps)

Well, go to the...

Get out of it.

Where's he gone?

Ahh!

Hey! Hey, my trousers!

You've got my trousers!

(Panicked gibbering)

Hey! No!

- (Knocking) - Norman, Norman!

- Cook! I lost me trousers! - You've what?

- You've what? - I've lost me trousers!

When we get to Brighton, see if you can borrow a pair for me?

- Where from? - I don't know. I must have some!

- I keep telling you, he's lost his trousers. - What do you want me to do about it?

- Borrow some. - Borrow some.

(Whistle)

Hey! No, don't blow it yet!

Wait a minute! I ain't seen the sea.

- Well, hurry up! - Now, don't get excited.

- Norman! - (Children calling out)

Oh, look, she's getting me trousers now.

- What do you think I can do? - Don't be so cheeky!

- These any good? - They would have been. Bloomin' thing.

Oh! Oh, no, don't!

Don't go!

All tickets! All tickets!

Oi! Where's your ticket?

Where's your trousers?

'Ere, stop that man!

What's going on here?

(Crowd cheering)

Go on, scarper!

- This is the way to Brighton, innit? - You pulling my leg?

- This is the way to the sea? - Keep straight on, you'll walk into it.

- I gotta get to the kids. - Yours down there too?

- Oh, yeah. - How many?

22.

Thanks, mate.

Oh! There's a liberty!

- What could've happened to Norman? - I bet he's taking it easy somewhere!

Where's your number?

- What number? - You'll be disqualified without a number.

What's this lot?

I'll ring the station. They may have news of Norman.

- (Man) Here they come. - (Crowd yells)

Here come the first.

Looks like a record too. Not bad.

Do you see what I see?

Excuse me.

- Where's Miss Gibson? - She's over there.

- Congratulations! - I walked all the way! Where's the sea?

- Over there. - Is it? Where?

It's no use but I'll see it later.

- Well done, sir, and in record time. - Me? Ta.

I wanna see the sea. I've never seen the sea in all me life.

- Where to, lady? - To the station.

Hey, where you going? No, get out of it. I wanna see the sea.

I wanna see the sea!

I wanna see the sea!

I've never seen the sea!

- You oughta give it back by rights. - No! I won it.

Under false pretences. You weren't even entered for the race.

- Worth a bit of money, I'd say. - Is it?

Yes. You could get into a lot of trouble if they found out. That's solid silver.

Here. What do you reckon it's worth?

- (Cook) Ooh, L#15 or L#20. - No, L#15 or L#20...?

- Norman, what are you going to do? - I'm gonna have me name put on it.

What can I do for you?

- I wanna sell it. L#15 to L#20. - I name the price.

Let's see it.

Yes, very nice. "London to Brighton Walk, First Place".

Astonishing. Where did you get this?

Brighton. I won it.

Just a moment.

(Pawnbroker) Hello, is that the police station?

A young man has just brought a cup in.

A London to Brighton walking race cup.

Has any theft been reported?

No. Nothing reported.

Thank you. That's all I wanted to know.

Yes, I can let you have something...

- Why are you doing that? - I'm looking for a job.

A job? But you've got a job.

I mean one that I get paid for. Here's one, listen.

"Advertising executive wanted in London.

"Must be of smart appearance. Night work only."

Don't be silly. You can't go working to death here and then work nights.

I must - I've gotta get the money. I promised.

Anyway, you imagine me, a London advertising executive.

Candy floss, get your candy floss.

Candy floss.

(Chuckles) I bet they don't half have a good time there, eh?

Candy floss, get your candy floss.

(Orchestra tuning up)

8:15. Did you phone the airport?

Yes, he arrived an hour ago. Probably got lost. Can't speak English.

These mad musicians! Go see if you can see him.

- There you are, Maestro. - (Mumbling, mouth full)

Everyone's waiting. Come with me and I'll take you to the stage.

- Be careful of that. Just right here. - (Continues mumbling)

(Audience applause)

- (Mumbling) - Calm down, Maestro. Don't be nervous.

Go on, calm yourself, please.

(Orchestra plays in bursts with baton)

(Orchestra silent)

(Music stops and starts with baton and hand movements)

(Audience laughing)

(Audience falls silent)

(# Wagner: Tannhauser)

Yeah! Let's swing it!

(# Swing)

(Orchestra stops abruptly, audience laughs)

Quick, head him off.

(# Rossini: William Tell Overture)

(Audience laughing)

(Orchestra continues)

(Music becomes fast and chaotic)

(Bass drum booms)

(Children) May we look at the toy shop? Please, oh, please!

All right, then, go on.

(Children squealing)

- The car is smashing, isn't it, Martin? - Yes, it is.

- That's Jimmy's car, I don't think. - Won't get that in a month of Sundays.

Norman wouldn't buy you that.

Come on, kids.

- Lost something, Norman? - Hello, Miss Gibson. Has he gone yet?

- Has who gone? - The policeman.

- Yes, why? - I'm a wanted man.

- Why, what have you done? - Nothing, I only wanted to sell the cup.

- Why? - I want the money to buy Jimmy a car.

- Look, I must see you. - O-ho, of course.

Um... 4:30 this afternoon at the cinema cafe.

All right, Miss Gibson.

Bye, Miss Gibson.

Fall in.

Quick march.

Norman! This way!

Hurry up!

(Film chase music, muffled)

- Have you had your tea? - No, sir.

You go now and I'll stand by until the other girl gets back.

(Man in film) 'Help! Help!

'Help! '

Good afternoon.

(Gunshots in film)

Look behind you! Oh!

Always late, ain't they? Still, woman's privilege.

'Ere!

If you look through the crack, you can see the pictures for nothing.

I say, if you have a look...

(Shouting) If you have a look...!

I thought you couldn't hear.

If you look through the crack, you can see the pictures, go on...

Don't worry, I'll keep watch. Go on, have a look.

Go on, have a look while you've got a window.

Mind your head on the handles. That's it.

Come on, it's my turn. Let's have a look.

You keep watching out for me.

You can't see through there. It's filthy.

Look, watch from outside. We'll both get copped.

Hey, they're tying him up...

Mine's here. It's all yours.

- Hello, Norman. - Hello, Miss Gibson.

- You look very nice. - Thank you.

- I want to explain about last night. - No need. It was the best concert ever.

Yes?

- Now, what you gonna have? - Nothing, thank you, Norman.

- Just to please you, I'll have some tea. - Tea.

And some cream cakes.

And some cream cakes.

And a... a chocolate sundae.

- A chocolate sundae. - Yes.

And you, sir?

Oh no, nothing for me, thank you. I'll just watch.

(Mouthing)

Norman, they're closing the orphanage.

They can't do that. What will happen to the children?

They're going to board the children out.

You shouldn't have stayed on, Norman. You could get lots of jobs.

But I couldn't leave the children. They might miss me.

- You must think of yourself too. - I do.

I couldn't be happier.

- But you must have an ambition. - But I am ambitious.

What I want is an orphanage of me own, so that every orphan is happy every day.

It isn't much of a job, not much money in it.

- It's a lovely ambition, Norman. - Of course it is, innit?

If I had an orphanage of me own, that would be all right but...

- Orphans have to have a matron. - Of course they do.

I couldn't manage it by meself.

- I'm sure you'd find somebody nice. - But I don't want somebody nice.

Oh, I do, but not... well...

I know who I want.

- So if I had an orph... - Look at the time. I must fly.

- I've got a lot to do before I meet Alec. - Oh.

- He's promised to take me to the fair. - Oh, nice.

- Well, I must go. - Of course.

- Goodbye, Norman. - Goodbye, Miss Gibson.

Hey, Miss Gibson. You haven't had nothing to eat!

There's your cake and everything left. You haven't had any tea or...

Your bill, sir.

Cor.

Thank you.

I paid for 'em, I'm gonna have 'em.

Hasn't she turned up yet? Never mind. Here, have a cake.

Oh, you messed it up. Go on, have another one.

Will you leave my theatre?

Your theatre? Your theatre...

- Here you are, sir. - Thank you.

Sir?

(Manager) Get out!

That's all settled, the orphanage will be sold.

I'm anxious about the children. Does the move have to be so soon?

Mr Carter needs the site immediately.

But you don't have to worry about the dear children.

Look, ladies and gentlemen.

The way I see it, the orphanage should have a say in its future.

The matron should certainly be consulted.

Matron will be consulted. What are your views, Lady Wilson?

If it's for the good of the children, the sooner they are moved, the better.

Nobody could've put it better. We'll meet Saturday to settle the matter.

Good evening.

Go on out of it! Go on!

It's the sport of gentlemen. This is a sport that has made England famous.

It might make you famous. It's not for nothing.

L#10 for the boxer who lasts three rounds with one of my boys here tonight.

L#10 in cash without any hanky-panky.

Go three rounds and win L#10, it's as easy as that, ha ha!

And who doesn't want L#10? It's money for jam. Three rounds for L#10.

Continuous performance!

The best value for money, come inside and enjoy yourselves.

Bring the kids in too...

And when I claim that I can make you do the impossible,

I assure you, it is no idle boast.

I'm not one of those halfpenny fakers.

But, to prove to you that you will see the genuine article inside,

I'm willing to hypnotise any member of the audience -

free, gratis and for nothing -

here and now and in full view of you all.

Who is it going to be?

This gentleman. Wait. This gentleman was first.

- (Crowd protesting) - Yes. I'm sorry. I beg your pardon.

You surely can't be...

All right. All right!

Will you sit down, please?

What is your name?

- Norman. - (Laughter)

- What do you want? - I want to be a boxer.

(Laughter)

I want to go three rounds and win ten pounds.

And so you shall.

Just sit down.

And concentrate on my eyes.

So you want to be a boxer, eh?

Just concentrate on my eyes.

Just think of sleep.

Sleep.

Just think of sleep.

Blimey, it works.

Open your eyes.

(Knocks on table)

Stand up.

Sit down.

It does work.

Stand up.

Norman, you're now ready to go three rounds.

- (Woman screams) - (Carnival caller) He's shown himself!

This way, son. In there. Get your clothes off.

Right, I'll have a go at the lot of you.

No, you save it for the ring, son. Go on, this way.

Give me that.

- I don't know how but I've done it. - Come on, let's have a look.

...eight, nine, out!

Bad luck, sir.

Nearly won the prize, sir.

Now, who's the next lucky young fellow?

I've seen enough. Not for 50 pounds.

You're right.

- Iris. Look! - (Gasps)

- Last three rounds, ten pounds. - That's it.

- What's your name? - Norman.

Norman.

(Crowd murmuring)

Thanks, Professor. Nice job.

Ladies and gentlemen!

This contest, between Gunner Mac on my left

and Norman, Nippy Norman, on my right,

will be three one-minute rounds,

fought under the Marquess of Queensberry rules.

And may the best man win!

Seconds out!

Round one!

(Bell)

(Crowd shouting)

Come on, boy! That's lovely!

One...

And again!

Go on, Norman!

Ref, play the game! The round's finished.

(Bell)

(Booing)

Nice work, son. You're doing fine.

Don't get in too close. He packs a wallop.

- Last three rounds, win ten pounds. - That's it, son. Only two more to go.

Seconds out.

(Bell)

(Both) Come on, Norman!

(Crowd gasps)

(Laughter)

One, two, three,

four, five, six, seven...

(Cheering)

(Spectator) Come on, Norman!

- What's he doing it for? - I don't know.

- Do you know? - He wins ten pounds for three rounds.

- Oh, thanks. - I see.

(Bell)

- Well? - It's most extraordinary.

Well, don't just stand there. Do something!

Hey, go on. Buzz off.

Very good, Norman.

- Come on, Norman. - Don't mess about.

That's all right, Norman. We'll see you get fair play, son.

Norman! Come on!

Get him away, Norman. Come on!

One, two, three,

- four, five, six, seven... - Come on, Norman! Come on!

...eight, nine...

(Cheering)

- It's time! Ref! Time! - Come on!

- Two, three... - Up! Up!

...four, five, six, seven,

eight, nine, out!

(Crowd groaning)

For a moment you had me worried.

Bless my soul, I didn't know I could do it.

Give him the money, then. Go on, pay him.

Rules are rules. That's all for tonight, folks.

- (Booing) - The tournament's over.

- (Spectator) Give the man the money! - He deserves it, I'll tell you that.

- Did I win? - No. Not quite, son.

- But it was nice going. - Ooh! Ooh!

- I'll go and see if I can find Norman. - Fine.

Oi, son!

Here, hold your cap out, son.

I made a collection for you. 16 bob.

Oh, good. I only need 11 pounds 4 now, don't I?

- Good night, son. - Good night. And thank you.

Norman.

Norman!

Hello, Miss Gibson.

That was wonderful of you, Norman.

I know you fought to get the money for Jimmy's present.

- I nearly won. - I know. I saw you.

I want you to do something for me.

I want you to take this on loan.

- Pay me when you can. - I couldn't.

- Please, Norman. - No... They made a collection for me.

- I'm all right now. - You've got enough?

Yes. Yes.

There you are!

Jolly good, Norman. Come on, dear, it's getting late.

- Good night, Norman. - Good night.

(# Melancholy violin)

# Now and again

# I venture to suggest

# To a lady that maybe she'll be mine

# But you can bet

# The lady with regret

# Will politely but firmly decline

# No matter what I do

# No matter what I say

# No matter how I work it out

# No matter if I pray

# Please

# Opportunity, come my way

# Make a promise that someone will say

# Darling, I love you

# Bring summer into this winter of mine

# Make a promise that somewhere, sometime

# I'll fall into love

# Can't help thinking there might be

# A girl who's like me

# Lonely

# Just the same as myself

# She's been left on the shelf

# And only waiting for life to begin

# So please

# Opportunity, come my way

# Let us meet so that someday she may

# Fall in love with me #

I don't need three guesses to know who those belong to.

- Somebody's got to do them for him. - Well, you could do worse.

- Where is Trouble, anyway? - He went to the fair.

- Norman! Your eye! - I've been boxing. I nearly won.

I can see that.

They made a collection. I got 16 shillings.

- Fat lot of good. - A few more seconds...

Shut up a minute. Mary and me have found you the money for the car.

- How? - Never mind that.

- Pay us back when you can, Norman. - Us?

- I couldn't take it from you. - Don't be ungrateful. Of course you can.

We're doing it for ourselves.

If you get killed, we'll have ten times as much work to do.

Go on. Put it in your pocket and I'll fix your eye.

Come on.

Never mind me eye. What about Mr Bigley...?

We'll tell you all about that.

(Clock chimes)

Hello, sonny. What's the matter with you, eh?

Someone's taken my motorcar.

Never mind. We'll soon find it again.

Just a minute!

Hey! Hey, you! Hey!

Hey, you!

- Constable, we've been trying... - Try again later.

Yes, I know about that.

Well, yes, I know about that.

Get that man! A car's been stolen.

(Woman screams)

Stop! Follow that car!

(Horn)

Hey! Get it out of the way!

Ooh-ooh-ooh!

Get out! Get out!

Oi!

Turn round! Quick!

Oh!

Oi! There's a liberty!

Put me down!

Put me down! Hey! Put me down!

(Screams)

Ohh!

Now the details are settled, let's go to the orphanage and see the matron.

I've asked my surveyor to meet us there.

- Good idea. You coming, Alec? - Sorry, I'm meeting Iris.

Oh. Pity.

(Horn toots)

Oh, thank you, Martin.

I've got it!

- It's lovely, Norman. - Innit?

Where's Jimmy? Jimmy!

- Isn't he with you? - No.

We thought he was. He's been away all morning.

He's run away, Norman. He said he would.

- Well, why didn't you watch him? - Sorry.

Start Operation Stop 'Em!

There we are.

What a peaceful old place! Seems a pity to pull it down for a factory.

Oh, but how ideal for your workmen.

Coming in round the side, gardens round the back...

Enemy approaching on front door.

Prepare to execute Defensive Plan Number 4. Get weaving, kids.

Shall I lead the way?

Switch on.

- (Electric crackling) - Ooh! Ooh!

Ooh!

Now, leave this to me, sir.

Now, stop this...

My dear sir!

(Train whistle)

Can I go to Tonypandy from this station?

Not in a straight line. Why? Are you going?

- Yes, please. - Oh. Have you got any money?

- Fourpence ha'penny. - That's not enough, sonny.

You're from the orphanage, aren't you?

Hey! Come back!

Miss Gibson! Have you seen Jimmy?

He's run away. It's my fault!

- What about the orphanage? - I've gotta find Jimmy.

All the children depend on you.

If they close the orphanage, you won't have any.

- I know but... - I'll look for Jimmy. He can't be far.

- Thank you. - Hurry up.

(Horse whinnies)

(Horse trotting)

- We'll enter by force. - Good.

- Stay there, ladies. - Oh.

HQ, gunnery officer. Stand by.

Now!

- Look! - Where?

Fire!

(Children laughing)

(Bigley) Stop it!

Thank you. Whoo!

- Hey, Scotty, grab her! - Look! Cook!

(All) Ooh! Stop it!

Open the door, you little idiots, or I'll send for the police!

Oh!

Hello! Hello! Get...

Here, now, take it easy!

Hold on! Wait for me!

Ah! Follow me.

Ooh!

- Fire! - You'll pay for this if I...

(Children cheering)

Go on! Go on, then!

Keep to the left. Don't go there! Dodge this one! Look out!

Keep going! Mind the branches!

Bring it over here. Get hold of that, will you?

Whoa, Buttons!

- Hold on to this, my lady. - (Horse neighs)

Agh!

Right!

- (Cook laughing) - No!

Hurry up! I want to get in! Hey, what's the game?

- Grab him! - (Norman grunting) Careful!

This is intolerable! Follow me.

Nancy, you go there. Dotty, you go there.

Now, children, I absolutely insist that... Ooh!

Oh!

- (Crackling) - Ooh! Ahh!

Don't you see? We've... (Grunting)

(Norman shouting, indistinct)

Ooh!

- (Screams) - (Klaxon)

Flying saucers? I'm getting out of here.

Open the window!

(Screams)

Change direction.

(Children cheering and laughing)

Ooh! Ooh!

It's me. Norman.

Oh! Aargh!

Enemy reinforcements approaching.

- OK. Prepare secret weapon. - Prepare secret weapon.

- Tell him I'm coming. - Cook's coming.

Ooh! Let me go!

Let me go! Help!

And this is my lot!

- Stop! - OK, keep your orphanage.

Anybody who wants it that badly deserves it.

- I agree. - Thank you, Mr Carter.

And you, Lady Wilson.

- We won! We won! - Let's go away.

We won! We won!

Lady Wilson said we can stay!

- Jimmy! - Norman!

Get the car.

I've got the car, Jimmy. Kept me promise.

Thank you, Norman, but I don't want it.

Miss Gibson bought me an aeroplane and it flies.

(Aeroplane drones)

- We won, Miss Gibson. - I'm so glad, Norman.

(Car horn beeps)

I must go, Norman. Alec is calling.

Oh, Norman. Does it hurt?

A bit.

Sorry, Norman, but I didn't mean it.

Oh, of course you didn't, Jimmy.

Come on, loves.

(Norman spluttering)

Come on.