All language subtitles for a-Hobson_sChoice-1954_en1

Beg pardon.

Good job your Masons' meeting's
only once a month.

Oooh.

You're a proper old maid, Maggie,
if ever there was one.

You're leather, Maggie.
You're tough, ancient leather.

But I like leather.

- Upstairs, Father.
- Wait a minutei.

Back in half an hour.

I've got a business appointment, my dear.

I'll be back in half an hour.

Aye.

- Aye.
- Aye.

- Be over in a moment.
- Aye.

- Good morning, Maggie.
- He's not down yet, Mr Heeler.

- Hasn't he had breakfast?.
- With your Masons' meeting last night?.

Alice!.

I'll be back.

Oh, dear, I wish he'd hurry up.

Are you expecting anyone, Alice?.

You know I am.
And I'll thank you both to go when he comes.

I'm sick of Albert Prosser coming here
to make sheep's eyes at Alice.

If Father won't have us go courting,
what else can they do?.

- If he wants to marry her, why doesn't he do it?.
- Courting must come first.

It needn't.

Courting's like that, my lass.
All glitter and no use to nobody.

Yes, Father?.

- Clean handkerchief, Alice.
- In t'top drawer, Father.

Oh, you have got this in a muddle.

Keeping muddles straight is woman's business.

I tidied this only last week.

When your mother was alive,
things and people were kept in proper places.

There. You won't be much longer, will you?.
We've the room to do.

You'll do this room when I choose to leave it!

Well, don't be much longer, then.

- Morning, Miss Vicky.
- Morning, Mr Prosser.

Miss Hobson.

- Good morning, Miss Alice.
- Father's not gone yet.

Oh.

And what can we do for you, Mr Prosser?.

I can't say I came to buy anything, Miss Hobson.

This is a shop.
We're not here to let people go without buying.

Well, I'll just take a pair of bootlaces.

- What size do you take in boots?.
- Eights. I've small feet.

Does that matter to laces?.

It matters to boots.

Sit down, Mr Prosser.

These uppers are a disgrace
to the legal profession.

Alice, number 8s from t'third rack.

- Vicky!.
- Oh, dear.

- I'll be off.
- Sit easy, Mr Prosser. You're a customer now.

You call that brushed?.

- She's been at it, Father.
- At it to no purpose.

- If my boots aren't what they should be...
- They are. I did them.

Aye, we'll see.

You know you and Alice are making yourselves
the laughing stock of Salford?.

I don't know what you're talking about.

- I'm bringing up t'question of bustles.
- Bustles?.

Aye.

Who had new dresses on last night?.

I saw you out of Moonrakers' parlour,
and my friend Sam Minns...

- A publican.
- Aye,

and as honest a man
as ever stood behind a bar.

My friend Sam Minns asked me
who you were.

And well he might.

You were going down Chapel Street
with a "hump".

- Adding to nature behind you.
- Father!

You had the kind of waist that's natural in wasps,
but unnatural in women.

You held your heads
like giraffes with a bad, stiff neck

and you were gone at the knees.

And the "hump" was wagging.
And I say it's immodest!

It's not immodest.
It's the fashion to wear bustles.

- Then to hell with the fashion!
- Father! You're not in Moonrakers now.

- Comfortable?.
- Yes, very comfortable.

Father's just ready.

That'll be one pound, Mr Prosser.

- A pound?.
- Money's not wasted. Them boots'll last.

Thank you.

You'd better have your old pair mended.
They'll be ready Wednesday.

I don't think I...

Thank you very much.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Maggie, I've got some business to attend to.

I'll just be out for about a quarter of an hour.

- Don't be late for dinner, Father.
- It's a long way off dinnertime.

If you stay too long in the Moonrakers,
you'll be late for it.

Moonrakers?. Who said anything...

If your dinner's ruined, it'll be your own fault.

- Well, I'll be eternally...
- Don't swear in here, Father.

No?.

I'll sit down instead.

Now...

Listen to me, you three.

Providence has decreed
that you should lack a mother's hand

at the time when single girls grow bumptious,
and must have somebody to rule.

I'll tell you this. You'll not rule me!

You're not addressing a Masons' meeting now.

No. I'm addressing a few remarks to
the rebellious females of this household.

What I say will be listened to. And heeded.

There's been a gradual increase of uppishness
towards me.

Morning, Miss Vicky.

Oh. Excuse me. Some other time.

Yes, Father?.

I've come to a decision about you two.

You're going to exercise your gifts
on some other man than me.

- You mean, get married, Father?.
- Exactly!

I'm going to choose husbands for the pair of you.

We can't choose husbands for ourselves?.

You're not even fit to choose dresses
for yourselves.

You're talking a lot to Alice and Vicky.
Where do I come in?.

- You?.
- Aye.

If you're dealing husbands round,
don't I get one?.

You with a husband?.

Aye, that's a good one.

- Why not?.
- "Why not"?.

Maggie, I thought you'd sense enough to know.

If you want t'brutal truth,
you're past t'marrying age.

- I'm 30.
- Aye, 30 and shelved.

Well, all the women can't have husbands,
Maggie.

I look to you to take their mother's place
till I've made arrangements for them.

- Dinner's at one, remember.
- Dinner will be when I come in for it!

I'm master here.

- Morning, Hobson.
- Morning, Mrs Hepworth.

It's a grand day.

I've come here about these boots.

Yes, Mrs Hepworth.

They look very nice.

Get up, Hobson. You look ridiculous on the floor.

- Who made these boots?.
- We did. Our own make.

Will you answer a straight question?.
Who made them?.

They were made on the premises.

You seemed to have sense.
Can you answer me?.

I think so, but I'll make sure for you.

Toby?.

Did you wish to see the identical workman?.

- I said so.
- I'm responsible for all work turned out here.

- Yes, Miss Maggie.
- Man, did you make these boots?.

- No, ma'am.
- Then who did?.

Am I to question every soul in the place
before I find out?.

They're Willie's making, those.

- Then tell Willie I want him.
- Certainly, ma'am.

- Who's Willie?.
- Name of Mossop.

If there's anything wrong,
I'm capable of making the man suffer for it.

- You Mossop?.
- Yes, ma'am.

You made these boots?.

Aye. I made them last week.

Take that.

Read it.

I'm trying.

Bless the man. Can't you read?.

It's the italics which makes it difficult for him.

Listen to me.
I'm particular about what I put on my feet.

I assure you this will not occur again.

- What shan't?.
- I don't know.

Then hold your tongue.

Now, Mossop,
I've tried every shop in Manchester,

and these are the best-made
pair of boots I've ever had.

Now, you make my boots in future.

- You hear that, Hobson?.
- Of course he shall.

You keep that card, Mossop.

Don't you dare to leave here and go to
another shop without telling me where you are.

Oh, he won't make a change.

How do you know?. The man's a treasure.

And I expect you underpay him.

That'll do, Willie. You can go.

Yes, sir.

He's like a rabbit.

Can I take your order for another pair of boots,
Mrs Hepworth?.

No, not yet.
But I shall send my daughters here,

- and mind, that man's to make the boots.
- Certainly, Mrs Hepworth.

Good morning. Very glad to have had
the honour of serving you, madam.

What does she want to praise a workman
to his face for?.

- Happen he deserved it.
- Deserve be blowed! Making him uppish now!

- Are you coming over, Henry?.
- I am!

Dinner's at one o'clock, remember.

Now, look here, Maggie.
I set the hours in this house.

It's one o'clock dinner because I say it is,
not because you do.

- Yes, Father.
- So long as that's clear...

I'll go.

Dinner's at half past.
That'll give him half an hour.

Female perversity
comes from leading an indoor life.

Morning.

Women think they're important
because they're boss in t'kitchen.

How do.

Oh, um...

Runt.

- How do you do?.
- How do you do?.

- Frederick?.
- Yes, Father.

- You see where Hobson's going?.
- Yes, Father.

There's a small spark of decency in that man

that's telling him at this very moment
that my eye's on him.

Good morning, sir.

Good morning, Mr Hobson.

- Morning, Henry.
- Morning, Henry.

- Up late this morning, Henry.
- I were detained.

More.

You're doing a good class of trade, Henry.
Carriage folk now, eh?.

- Good health.
- I'd be in better health if it weren't for you.

I don't pay you to dress my daughters up
like French poodles.

You'll be L15 a year worse off for this.

Now, Henry, this is not the language of friends.

And I hope we're all friends here.

Aye.

I own I'm a bit short today.

But I've cause to be, an' all.

Sam, you've got daughters.

Do yours worry you?.

Nay, they mostly do as I bid 'em.

And missus does leathering if they don't.

Aye.

A wife's a handy thing.

I wish mine were still alive.

I do. I know what you're thinking, but I do.

I felt grateful when my Mary fell on rest,
but I can see now that I made a mistake.

The dominion of one woman is paradise
to the dominion of three.

You want to get 'em wed, Henry.

Aye, I've thought of that,
but the trouble is to find men.

Men are common enough.

I'd like my daughters
to wed Temperance young men, Denton.

Good heavens.

You must keep your demands
within reasonable limits, Henry.

You've got three daughters
to provide husbands for...

- Two, Jim, two.
- Two?.

Maggie's too useful to part with.

Aye. And she's a bit on t'ripe side for marrying,
is our Maggie.

Ripe?. I've known 'em do it
when they're twice her age.

Leaving Maggie out, you've still got two.

One'll do to start with.

If you get one marriage in a family,
it goes through t'lot like measles.

Well, now we're getting down to business.

We know what we want.

We want one young man,
and we want him Temperance.

Question is, Henry,
how high are you prepared to go?.

Oh, aye. I'll put my hand down for t'wedding do,
all right.

Aye, a warm man like you'll have to do more
than pay for a wedding do, Henry.

What's t'price of an outfit, Tudsbury?.

Ooh, I could do 'em a ladies' trousseau for er...

L60.

And then there'll be settlements.

Settlements?.

Marriage settlements, Henry.

Me pay marriage settlements?.

500 apiece for Temperance folk.

500?.

You have to bait your hook to catch fish, Henry.

Then I'll none go fishing.
They can stay single and lump it.

Settlements, indeed.

You'll save their keep.

They work for that, and none of them big eaters.

- And their wages.
- Do you think I pay my own daughters wages?.

I'm not a fool.

Then it's all off.

From the moment you breathed
the word "settlements", Jim, it were dead off.

There'll be no marriages in my house.

- Father!
- Aye.

No self-respecting, decent man will marry us
without settlements.

It's expected from a man like you.

Is it?. Then I'll thwart their expectations.

Father.

Get back into t'shop, the lot of you!

Oh, they'll soon get over it, Maggie.

I'm making plans,
and a husband's included in them.

What?.

One, two, three Sundays for calling the banns.

Any time after that when we get a fine day,
I shall be wed.

- You?.
- Me, Father.

I'll tell you something that may be news to you.

If you're counting on a settlement from me,
you're on t'wrong horse.

Nay, I'm not. I want no settlement.

I should think not, neither.

- What's his name?.
- His name...

I'll tell you when I've got him.

You're counting chickens
before they're hatched.

Maggie! You nearly frightened me.

I never knew an old maid yet that hadn't
a husband coming along in a month.

I'll admit, you gave me a shock
when you broke t'news but...

I've no cause to fret myself.

I don't mind you having these fancies, Maggie.

Fancies are valuable
for keeping females quiet and content.

Go and get back in t'shop.

It's a relief to know your mind's taken up
with ideas.

I thought at first it was taken up with a real man.

- Good night, Maggie.
- Good night, Father.

Eh, lass.

- Willie?.
- Yes, Miss Maggie?.

- Come up.
- I haven't finished yet, Miss Maggie.

Come up.

Come with me.

Shut the door.

Come here.

Show me your hands, Willie.

They're dirty.

Aye, they're dirty, but they're clever.

They can shape the leather like no other man's
that's ever come into the shop.

Who taught you, Willie?.

Why, Miss Maggie, I learnt my trade here.

Hobson's never taught you to make boots
the way you do.

I've had no other teacher.

And needed none.

When are you going to leave Hobson's?.

Leave Hobson's?. I thought I gave satisfaction.

- Don't you want to leave?.
- Not me.

I've been at Hobson's all my life.

I'm not leaving till I'm made to.

Don't you want to get on, Will Mossop?.

You know the wages you could get,
in the big shops in Manchester.

I'd be afeared to go in one of them fine places.

What keeps you here?.

I don't know.

I'm used to being here.

Do you know what keeps this business
on its legs?.

Two things.

One's the good boots you make
that sell themselves.

The other's the bad boots other people make
and I sell.

We are a pair, Will Mossop.

You're a wonder in t'shop, Miss Maggie.

You're a marvel in the workshop.

Well?.

Well what?.

It seems to me to point one way.

What way's that?.

You're leaving me to do all the work, my lad.

Aye. I think I'll be getting back to my stool,
Miss Maggie.

You'll go when I've done with you.

I've been watching you for a long time.

And everything I've seen, I've liked.

I think you'll do for me.

What way, Miss Maggie?.

Will Mossop, you're my man.

But I never...

I know you never.

Or it wouldn't be left for me to do a job like this.

I'll er...

I'll sit down.

I'm feeling queer, like.

What... What does tha want me for?.

To invest in.

You're a business idea in the shape of a man.

- But I've no head for business at all.
- But I have.

My brain and your hands'll
make a working partnership.

Partnership.

Eh, that's different.

- I thought you were asking me to wed you.
- I am.

Well, by gum.

And you the master's daughter.

I'll tell you something, Willie.

It's a poor sort of woman that stays lazy
when her best chance is slipping from her.

I'm your best chance?.

You are that, Will.

Well, by gum.

I never thought of this.

Think of it now.

I am doing.

Only, it blows a bit too sudden
to think very clear.

You're going to wed me, Will.

Nay.

Really, I can't do that, Miss Maggie.

I can see I'm disturbing your arrangements, like,
but I'll be glad if you'll put this notion from you.

When I make arrangements, my lad,
they're not for upsetting.

You're walking out with me. Peel Park, Sunday.

Peel Park?.

But folks'll think we're...

Thinking won't hurt them.

You can go home now, Willie.

I've come.

I told you to come.

Who's that?.

William Mossop.

Who's William Mossop?.

Our boot hand.

You're a natural-born genius at making boots.

It's a pity you're a natural fool at all else.

I'm not much use at owt but leather,
and that's a fact.

I saw t'river clean once.
Sunday school outing, up on t'moors.

Will, we'll have the first banns called
next Sunday.

Nay. I've a great respect for you, Miss Maggie,
but when it comes to marrying,

I'm bound to tell you I'm not in love with you.

I've got the love, all right.

Well, I've not, and that's honest.

We'll get along without it.

But what will t'master say?.

He'll say a lot, but he can say it.

Makes no difference to me.

Much better not to upset him.

I'm the judge of that.

Oh.

But what makes it so desperate awkward is...

there's another woman.

There's what?.

I'm token to Ada Figgins.

Then you'll get loose. And quick!

Who's Ada Figgins?.

I'm the lodger at her mother's.

Not that sandy-haired girl
that brings your dinner?.

She's golden-haired is Ada.

Where is it?.

You'll not go there.

Won't I?. I'll soon clean this up.

I'd really rather we leave her,
if it's all the same to you.

She's a terrible rough side to her tongue
has Mrs Figgins.

- Miss Hobson's coming.
- Miss Hobson?.

That's Mrs Figgins, Miss Maggie.

- I know.
- You know Ada.

Aye, I do.

- I want a word with you, young woman.
- Yes, Miss Hobson?.

What's all this with you and him?.

- Ada, I was...
- This is for me and her to settle.

Young woman, you're treading on my foot.

- Me, Miss Hobson?.
- They're token, him and her.

- We're all very happy about it.
- Aye, he looks happy.

Take a look at him, Ada. Take a good look.

Not much for two women to fall out over,
is there?.

Maybe he's not much to look at, Miss Hobson,
but he's the man she's going to marry.

- That's right.
- That's funny. I can say t'same.

- You?.
- You, Miss Hobson?.

That's what I've been trying to tell you.
By gum, she'll have me from you.

Willie, you wait outside.

And you'll come back to a thick ear.

- Don't lose your temper, Mrs Figgins.
- Lose my temper?.

I'll do more than lose my temper
when I get my hands on him!

MAGGIE: You cornered him.
MRS FIGGINS: Cornered him?.

Insulting me and my daughter. He'll wed Ada.

MAGGIE: What's your idea of his future, Ada?.

MRS FIGGINS: I'll tell you his future.
He'll wed our Ada and work for...

MAGGIE: And remain an 18-shilling a week
boot hand for the rest of his life.

- What's wrong with that?.
- I'll tell you.

MRS FIGGINS: What do you think
you're going to do with him, my fine lady?.

MAGGIE: Will Mossop is a good man.

As meek and fine as I'm strong and hard.

And he can shape and fashion leather
like no other man in Lancashire.

A man who can do that
can go right on to the top.

And what he lacks in business brains and sense
I'll supply him with.

I love that man and I'm going to work for him.

Got a nose for the brass, have you?.

I'll learn you to carry on with her
under the nose of my Ada.

What are you doing?.

If you lay one finger on either of us,
I'll have the law on you for assault.

- Come on, Willie.
- Have the law on me, she says.

We'll have the law on you, my fine lady.

It's daylight robbery!.

Common thief! My girl's been betrayed.

Look at him!
Slinking away with his fancy bit.

- Where are we going now?.
- We're going round to Tubby's.

You're going to stay with him from now on.

You mean, I'm not to go back there?.
Never no more?.

You're never going back there again, Will.

It's like a happy dream.

Now you can kiss me, Will.

Well, I...

That's forcing things a bit an' all, Miss Maggie.

We won't get a proper chance
back there at Tubby's.

But right...

Right here in t'street?.

Come on, lad, get it over.

But it's like saying I agree to everything,
a kiss is.

Nay, I couldn't.

- Where's Maggie?.
- Just come in.

- She's late.
- Yes, she is.

- Ah.
- Tea ready?.

Kettle's not boiled yet.

- What's this with you and Willie?.
- I'm going to marry him.

Pass the tea, Alice.

- You're going to marry Will Mossop?.
- You've taken leave of your senses!

- Is there some disgrace in him?.
- Ask Father if there's disgrace.

Things are bad enough
without you spoiling our chances.

I'll not do that. Father said get wed, and you will.

Will Albert wed me
with Mossop for a brother-in-law?.

If Albert's got any sense, he'd be proud to.

What you do touches us.

What's this?.

You'll have your tea in a minute, Father.

- If they've nothing to say.
- We've a lot to say.

Always have. You pair of chattering magpies.

Maggie's got more sense in her little finger
than the two of you together.

Don't lose your temper with them.
Happen you'll need it when Vicky speaks.

What's Vicky been up to now?.

I've done nothing. It's about Will Mossop.

- Will?.
- Yes.

What's your opinion of Will, Father?.

He's a decent enough lad.
I've nowt against him that I know of.

- Would you like him in the family?.
- Whose family?.

Yours.

I'm going to marry Will.
That's what t'fuss is about.

Marry?. You?. Mossop?.

You thought me past the marrying age.
I'm not, that's all.

Will Mossop, my boot hand!
Have you lost your senses, girl?.

It's news to me we're snobs in Salford.

His father was a workhouse brat.

A come-by-chance.

I'm having Willie Mossop.

I've to settle my life's course,
and a good course, too. So think on.

I won't have it, Maggie!

I- I-I-I...

I'd be the laughing stock of the place if I...

Outside, you two.

Do you hear, Maggie?. I won't have it.

Why, it isn't decent, at your time of life.

I'm 30, and I'm going to marry Willie Mossop.

And now I'll tell you my terms.

Terms?.

You'll pay my man Will Mossop
the same wages as before.

As for me, I've given you the better part
of 20 years' work without wages.

I'll work eight hours a day in future,
and you'll pay me 15 shillings a week.

Do you think I'm made of brass?.

You'll soon be made of less than you are
if you let Willie go.

And if Willie goes, I go.

- That's what you've got to face.
- I might face that, Maggie.

- Shop hands are cheap.
- Cheap ones are cheap.

I'm value to you. So's my man.

And you can boast it in the Moonrakers

that your daughter Maggie's made the strangest,
finest match a woman's made this 50 year.

Now, you can put your hand in your pocket
and do what I propose.

Propose?.

I'll tell you what I propose!

Will Mossop!

Yes, Mr Hobson?.

Come up.

Yes, Mr Hobson.

You've taken up with our Maggie, I hear.

Nay, I've not... She's done t'taking up.

Either way, you've fallen on misfortune.

Love's led you astray
and I feel bound to put you right.

I'm watching you, my lad.

Now, mind, Willie, you can keep your job.
I don't bear malice.

But you've got an ailment and I've got the cure.

We'll beat the love from your body,

and every morning you come here to work
with love still in you, you'll get a leathering.

You'll not beat t'love in me.
You're making a great mistake, Mr Hobson.

You'll put aside your weakness for my Maggie
if you've a liking for a sound skin.

I was none wanting thy Maggie.

It was her that was after me.

But I tell you this, Mr Hobson.

If you touch me with that belt,
I'll take her quick and stick to her like glue.

There's nowt but one answer
to that kind of talk, my lad!

And I've nowt but one answer back.

Maggie, I've none kissed you yet.
I shirked before.

But, by gum, I'll kiss you now.

And if Mr Hobson raises up that belt again,
I'll do more.

I'll walk out of t'shop with thee
and we'll set up by ourselves.

I knew you had it in you.

Come on, lass.

Oh, Willie.

I've... I've got to go back.

- What for?.
- I must apologise to Mr Hobson.

I don't know what came over me
to front the master as I did.

I came over you.

Look sharp. We've got to catch yonder tram.

Give me that card Mrs Hepworth gave you.

What dost want it for?.

If we're going to set up on our own,
we shall want capital.

Capital?. What's capital?.

Oh...

- Miss Hobson, you're out early.
- Good morning, Mrs Hepworth.

- Morning, ma'am.
- You're the man who made the boots.

Come and sit down.

Now, what is it you want?.

You said he wasn't to make a change
without letting you know.

Well, he's making a change.

He's asked me to marry him.

I congratulate you on your choice, Mossop.

- But I referred to a change in your employment.
- He's changing that an' all.

That's what he's come about.

He's setting up on his own
and needs L100 to start him off.

- L100?.
- Does he?.

Well, he won't miss anything
for fear of speaking out.

He has the gift of making boots
and I've the gift of selling them.

There's brass in boots, Mrs Hepworth.

We could pay you your money back, plus 20%,
in a year from now.

What security can you give me?.

Him.

He's the security.
He's the best boot maker in Lancashire.

The more you tell your friends about him,
the more secure you'll be.

L100!

Tha means to say yon bit of paper
she gave you means all that?.

It does. Now we've got to get a move on.
We've a lot to do this morning.

We've a shop to find,
some furniture to buy cheap,

the banns to see about
and some leather and tools to buy.

I reckon we'll start with the shop.

- What do you want the place for?.
- A boot shop.

- And a living room.
- Oh.

- What's the rent?.
- Ten shillings a week.

We shall be needing some bed linen.
I'll buy it from you, if we come to terms.

- I'll give you five shillings a week.
- Well... I might take seven and sixpence.

There's two pounds
for eight weeks' rent in advance.

Is it a bargain?.

It is.

- I'll move all this stuff tomorrow.
- The shop's opening at six in the morning.

Will, take your coat off. I'm going out.

If this place isn't clear by the time I'm back,
you'll meet with trouble.

Set up on their own. Set up on their own!

So I said to them -
I've no temper, mind you -

I said, "If you can't come to your senses and
behave in a responsible manner, out you go. "

And out they went.

Do you know what happened then?.

The great lover goes past me so fast
to keep clear of the business end of my boot,

that he goes arse over tip over t'pavement!

Aye... Same again all round, Sam.

It's his daughter.

I know.

I'll give that loving pair three months

and they'll be begging on my doorstep
like a whipped dog and a whipped...

- Shall I say it for you, Henry?.
- Now, now, now.

They haven't got a brass farthing between them.

- I've just done a job for them.
- What did you say?.

To print and deliver 500 of these leaflets.

Had to be done tonight.
They paid on the nail, too.

What's it say, Henry?.

- Shame.
- All right, I've got plenty more.

She told me I was to give one to all the folks
I could find at every opportunity.

Good head for business, your daughter.
Takes after you, I suppose.

I see your name's mentioned, Henry.

"Late of Hobson's of Chapel Street. "

That's a good advertisement.

Advertisement?. Talk!

Moonshine with nought behind it.

Love's gone to their heads.
They've got sick fancies. Now...

Let's keep t'sense of proportion.

The brains around this table know

there's more to setting up a business
than handing around bits of paper.

Aye.

Time you were getting round to Tubby's.

You can deliver these leaflets
on your way round in the morning.

I shall be expecting you, come six o'clock.

Well...

good night, Maggie.

It... It's been a... grand day

and... I...

You great soft thing.

Good morning, Alice.

Maggie! You here?.

I thought I'd just stop in. Where's Father?.

He's out. And lucky for you he is.

You can give him this when he comes in.

It's an invitation to our wedding tomorrow
and a bit of supper afterwards.

- I expect you all to be there.
- Then you can go on expecting.

You've no need to take that tone with me.
I'll put things straight for you.

Eeh, good morning, Miss Maggie.

Good morning, Tubby.

Oh, Alice, there's some brass rings
in that drawer. Sell me one.

Maggie, what are you doing here?.

I'm buying a ring.

No.

Oh, this one will do. Nice fit.

You're not taking it for that?.

Will and me are not throwing our money around.

There's four pence for the ring, Alice.

Wedded with a brass ring?.
A ring out of t'stock?.

They're always out of someone's stock.
Alice, you haven't entered that sale in your book.

Now, I expect you both tomorrow, mind.

I'll not be wed without my sisters there.

- Goodbye, Miss Maggie.
- Goodbye, Tubby.

- Well, I must say, I...
- Ah.

Put this in his bedroom. I'll not give it to him.

Well, we're all worked up, Miss Alice.

T'master will play Old Harry if he comes in
and finds us doing nowt in t'workroom.

- What shall we start on?.
- I don't know, but do something.

- I'm not stopping you.
- You're not telling me either.

Of course, we can go on making clogs
for stock, if you like.

- Then you'd better.
- All right, then.

If clogs are your orders, Miss Alice.

- You suggested it.
- I made the remark.

You don't help us much
for an intelligent foreman.

When you've told me what to do,
I'll use my intelligence and see it's done proper.

What is it, Tubby?.

- Owt wrong?.
- I've just been giving him his orders, Father.

Orders?. You're supposed to give him his orders
in t'morning, not at dinner time.

Well, get back down now
and start doing what she told you.

And look sharp!

- Vicky!
- Yes, Father?.

Dinner!

- What's that?.
- Jellied tongue, Father.

Don't make jokes about food.

We have roast pork Mondays.

Well, it's cold tongue today.
You made me the cook.

I put you in t'place of t'cook.
Thou'st not made a cook yet, my lass.

I'm not hanging over the stove all day.
I've got my looks to think of.

Thou'st got nowt to think of but providing me
with my rightful home comforts.

What's for pudding?.

Rhubarb.

Alice.

Why is my dinner no dinner?.

I've got the shop to look after.
That's a full-time job.

- We can't fill Maggie's place and our own.
- I've got housework to do.

- Expect two of us to do the work of three?.
- I'm busy with the books.

All right, stop! I'll not listen to any more.

Three weeks I've stood this perversity,
disobedience, incompetence and bad cooking,

and I'll not stand it any more.

I'm going to where I can get comfort,
good food and the respect that's due to me.

I'm going to t'Moonrakers
and I shall not be back till late tonight.

Thinking things over, I'm not surprised, for one.

Mind you, I could see it coming with Maggie.

She's a sharp and grasping nature.

And what's she got out of it?.
Salford's brightest daughter.

Can't read. Can't write.

Maggie never had no sense of style.

Now the tune's quite different.

You mean, allowed to catch the eye
in Tudsbury's latest?.

Reckon they'll not need a bustle for that.

My... friends...

Hear hear!

And a wonderful little band you are.

Tudsbury the expert on women just because
he spends his life fitting on their petticoats.

You're nowt but an old woman yourself,
Tudsbury.

Now, now, Henry.

As for you, you're nowt but a shadow.

Our Maggie saw through you years ago.

Trotting at my heels, buttering me up with
your "Yes, Henry" and your "No, Henry",

all for t'sake of t'free drinks you get.

Looking for pink rats, Denton?.

You're t'biggest old soak in Salford.

You're rotten with alcohol.

Rotten as the fish you sell on Mondays.

Now, then, Henry. That's enough of that.

Fish, that's what I am.

A big fish in a little pond.

It's a stinking little pond
and I'm getting out of it.

No ill feeling, gentlemen, I hope.

We all know Henry.

Once t'wedding's over tomorrow,
you'll feel better.

As for you, Sam Minns, my Mary always said
you were a robber, and you are.

- Systematic swindling, that's what it is.
- Henry!

We all of us pay too much for drinks
once we've had a few.

Poor old Denton hasn't had t'right change
for 20 years.

I'm off.

Oh, good.

Coming to my wedding with a face like that?.

If you let me in,
perhaps your face will be like mine.

It's your father. He's asleep in our cellar.

Oh, come in. That won't upset my face.

- Well, go on.
- I can't leave him there any longer.

If the old man finds him,
you know what'll happen,

him being Temperance and all.

It'll be the end ofVicky and me.

He may wake up at any moment.

When he's like this, he'll sleep till midday,
cellar or no cellar.

What are you smiling at?.

In the first place, it's my wedding day.

And in the second... I think I've got an idea.

I'll be ready in a moment.

You might well look surprised, Will.
A lot's gone on this morning.

Morning, Miss Alice, Miss Vicky.

- You call them Alice and Vicky now.
No, he doesn't!

Now, listen. You two had better get this straight.

We've come to an arrangement.

If you want your Albert and you want
your Freddy, you'll be respectful to my Willie.

- Isn't that right, Albert?.
- Yes, that's right.

Good. Now, kiss Willie
as your brother-in-law to be.

Oh, I'd as soon not put them to the trouble.

Stand still, Will.
They're making up their minds to it.

- It's under protest.
- Protest but kiss.

Good. It's your turn now, Vicky.

You're to kiss him hearty, now.

- Freddy?.
- Do as she says, Vicky.

- Here's the ring. You're best man.
- Oh?.

Now, go along. I'll see you all inside.
I want to have a word with Willie.

- How are you feeling, lad?.
- My mind's made up.

I've got wrought up to t'point. I'm ready.

- It's t'church we're going to, not t'dentist's.
- I know. You get rid of summat at t'dentist's.

But it's taking summat on
to go to church with a wench.

Listen, Will. I've a respect for t'church.

T'parson's going to ask you if you love me,
and you'll either answer truthfully... or not at all.

I'll tell him... "Yes. "

- And truthfully?.
- Yes, Maggie.

I am resigned. You're growing on me.

I'll toe the line with you.

Thank you.

- Henry Hobson?.
- Right.

To the bride and the bridegroom.

- I think we ought to say something.
- Come on, Willie.

- Come on, Willie.
- How about a speech?.

It's a very great pleasure to us
to see you here tonight.

It's an honour you do us
and I assure you, speaking for my... my wife,

as well as myself, that the...

Generous.

Why, that's right... that the generous warmth
of the sentiments expressed by Mr Beenstock

and so enthusiastically seconded...

No, I've gotten that wrong road round.

.. expressed by Mr Prosser,

and seconded by Mr Beenstock,

will never be forgotten
by either my life partner or self.

And I'd like to drink this toast to you
in my own house.

Our guests, and may they
soon be married soon themselves.

- Hear, hear!
- Hear, hear.

Our guests.

Hooray!

A very good speech indeed.

ALICE: You took me by surprise, Will.
VICKY: Who taught you, Willie?.

I've been learning a lot lately.
Maggie's schooling me.

Now, Will, we'd better be getting cleared away,
ready for Father.

Oh?.

- Well, come on.
- What makes you so sure he'll come?.

He'll be wanting advice
and he certainly won't go to a lawyer.

It's getting dark
so he can come without being seen.

- I'm a bit nervous.
- You've no need to worry.

When he comes, all go into the bedroom
and stay there until you're called.

I'll manage the rest.

- Get busy with the washing up, Will.
- Yes, Maggie.

You and Freddy can just lend him a hand.

- Eh?.
- They're guests.

I know, but Albert laughed at Willie.

Washing up will maybe make him think
it's not allowed.

MAGGIE: It's Father.

No, not you, Will.

Come and sit down.

And remember... you're the master here.

- Well, Maggie...
- Well, Father?.

- I'll come in.
- Well, I don't know about that.

- I shall have to ask the master first.
- The master?.

Will, it's my father. Is he to come in?.

Aye... let him come in.

I'm right glad to see you, Mr Hobson.

It makes the wedding day complete,
you being her father...

That'll do. You don't need to overdo it.

Give me the hat, Father. You can sit down.

You're a bit late for the wedding do
but we're glad to see you just the same.

- Piece of pork pie, Mr Hobson?.
- Pork pie?.

Well, you're going to be sociable
now you're here, I hope.

It wasn't sociability that brought me here,
Maggie.

- I'm in trouble.
- Well...

happen a piece of wedding cake
will do you good.

- That's sweet.
- That's natural in cake.

I know it's foolishness but I've a mind to see
my father sitting at my table,

eating my wedding cake on my wedding day.

Now, Maggie,
I'm none proud of the choice you made,

but I've shaken your husband's hand -
that's a sign for you.

- Here's your cake and you can eat it.
- I've given you my word there's no ill feeling.

Well, now we'll have the deed.

You're a hard woman.

Pass me that tea.

That's easier.

Maggie... it's a very serious thing
I've come about.

Then I'll leave you alone with my husband
to talk it over.

You can discuss it man to man
with no fools of women about.

- Give me a call when you've finished, Will.
- Maggie.

- It's private.
- Private from Will?.

Nay, it isn't. Will's in the family now.

I'm to tell you this with him there?.

Will and me's one.

Sit down, Mr Hobson.

You call him Father now.

Do I?.

- Does he?.
- He does.

Sit down, Will.

Now, then, Father. If you're ready, we are.

Hmm... it's an action for trespass and damages,
I see.

It's a stab in the back.

It's an unfair, un-English way of taking
a mean advantage of a casual accident.

- Did you trespass?.
- Maggie, I... I had an accident.

I don't deny it. I'd been at t'Moonrakers.

I stayed too long, I fell in that cellar, I slept
in that cellar and I awoke to this catastrophe.

Lawyers, law costs, publicity,

ruin and bankruptcy.

I've hated lawyers all my life
and they've got me in the end.

I'm in their grip at last.
They'll squeeze me dry for it.

My word,
and that's summat like a squeeze and all.

MAGGIE: Aye, I can see it's serious.

I shouldn't wonder
if you didn't lose some trade through this.

Wonder?. It's as certain as Christmas.

My good class customers won't buy their boots

from a man who's stood up in t'open court
and had to acknowledge he was...

.. overcome in a public street.

Do you think it'll get in t'paper, Maggie?.

You'll see your name in t'Salford Reporter,
Father.

Salford Reporter?.

When ruin and disaster
overwhelm a man of my importance,

it's reported in t'Manchester Guardian

for the whole country to read.

Hey, by gum, think of that.

Why, it's very near worthwhile to be ruined

for t'pleasure of reading about yourself
in t'printed paper.

It's there for others to read beside myself.

Aye, you're right.

This'll give a lot of satisfaction
to many as I could name.

Other people's troubles
is mostly what folks read t'paper for.

I reckon it's twice the pleasure to 'em when it's
trouble of a man they know themselves.

To hear you talk,
it sounds like a pleasure to you.

Nay, it's not.

But I always think it's best
to look on the worst side of things first.

There's Saint Philip's now.

I don't suppose you'll go on
being Vicar's warden after this to-do.

It brought you a powerful lot of customers
from the church, did that.

I'm getting a lot of comfort from your husband,
Maggie.

Happen it's what you deserve.

Have you... got any more consolation for me,
Will?.

I only spoke what came into my mind.

Have you spoken it all?.

I can keep my mouth shut, if you'd rather.

Now, don't strain yourself, Will Mossop.

When a mind is full of thoughts like yours,
they're better out than in.

I'm sorry,
but I thought you came here for advice.

- Not from you, you jumped-up...
- That'll do, Father!

My husband's trying to help you.

Yes, Maggie.

Now, about this accident of yours.

It's the publicity you're afraid of most?.

It's being brought into a court of law at all.

- Then we must keep it out of court.
- That won't be so easy.

It's a lawyer's job to squeeze a man

and squeeze him
where his squirming's seen most - in court.

Now I'll tell you something, Father.

I expected you tonight.

- You expected me?.
- Yes.

I knew about this action this morning
and I knew it would bring you to me.

So I arranged for the interested parties
to be present.

Parties?.

Aye. You can settle it... here.

Mr Prosser?. Mr Beenstock?.

Father, this is Mr Prosser,
of Prosser, Pilkington & Prosser.

Evening, Mr Hobson.

- Are you a lawyer?.
- Yes, I'm a lawyer.

At your age!

This is Mr Frederick Beenstock,
representing t'plaintiffs.

- How do you do, sir?.
- Do?.

Sit down, Father. There.

Mr Prosser.

- Mr Beenstock
- Thanks very much.

There.

Now, shall we get to business, sir?.

Young man, don't abuse a noble word.

Now... my client informs me, he's quite prepared
to settle this matter out of court.

Personally, I don't advise him to, cos we
shall probably get higher damages in court.

Yes, you blood-sucking, money-grabbing...

One moment, Mr Hobson,
you can call me what you like...

And I shall, you prepped-up little...

But I wish to inform you, for your own interests,
that abuse of a lawyer is remembered in costs.

Now, my client has no desire to be vindictive.

He remembers your position,
your reputation for respectability.

- How much?.
- I beg your pardon?.

I'm not so fond of the sound of your voice
as you are. What's the figure?.

The sum we propose,
which includes my ordinary costs

but not any additional costs incurred by your use
of defamatory language to me,

is L1,000.

What?.

By gum!

Albert Prosser, I can see you're going to get on
in the world but you needn't be greedy here.

- L1,000's too much.
- We thought...

You can think again. If there are any more signs
of greediness from you two,

there'll be a counter action for personal
damages due to your criminal carelessness

in leaving the cellar flap open.

Maggie, you saved me!

I'll bring that action, I'll show them up.

Well, you're not damaged
and you'd have to go into court to prove it.

I know what my father can afford
and it isn't anything like L1,000.

Not so much of your can't afford, Maggie.
You'll make me out a pauper.

You can afford L500
and you're going to pay L500.

Can we take it as settled, then?.

Do you want to see the money before you
believe me?. Is that your nasty lawyer's way?.

Not at all, Mr Hobson.

Good.

I don't see what's good about it. It's a tidy sum
of money to be going out of the family.

- It isn't going out of the family, Father.
- I don't see how you make that out.

You can come out, both of you.

It's all settled.

- Where did they come from?.
- My bedroom.

Maggie, I wish you'd explain
before my brain gives way.

It's quite simple, Father.
They're going to be married.

- Married?.
- Yes, Father.

You wanted the girls off your hands
and here's young men who'll take them.

That's very kind of them, but I think
you've made a slight miscalculation, my lass.

I have the painful duty
of reminding you two young ladies

of a little question of marriage settlements.

Now, I've got the measure of these two footpads.

And if they think
they can get settlements out of me,

when I've just been tricked
into giving them 500...

250 apiece, Father.

Do you mean to tell me...

You won't forget you've passed your word,
Father?.

I've been diddled.

It clears the shop of all those fools of women
that used to get in your way.

Aye. And they can stay out of my way. All of you.

- Father!
- I'll run that shop with men.

And I'll show Salford how it should be run.

And I'm not blind yet. I can see who it is
I've got to thank for this.

Oh-ho-ho-ho.

I'm sorry for you, Will Mossop.

Taken all in all, you're t'best in t'bunch.

You're a backward lad,
but you know your trade and it's an honest one.

Aye.

You may grin, you two.

- But you wait till the families begin to come.
VICKY: Father!.

Aye, you'll know what marrying a woman means
before very long.

I've suffered 30 years and more.

And I'm a free man today.

Oh, Maggie, thank you.

- You're welcome, love.
- It's settled, it's settled. Hurray!

Vicky!

- Well, time we were going.
- Hm?.

Oh, yes, you'll be glad to see the back of us.

- No, no, I wouldn't dream of asking you to go.
- Then I would.

It's about time we turned you out.
Come and get your things.

I... I don't see why you need to go away so soon.

- Why not?.
Er... well, I'm fond of a bit of company.

Do you want company on your wedding night?.

Well, I've not been married before, you see.

I'm feeling awkward, like.

You've been engaged to her, haven't you?.

Aye, but it weren't for long.

And, you see, Maggie's not the sort
you get familiar with.

Good night, Will.

- Good night, Maggie.
- Good night, Maggie.

- Good night, Will.
- Good night, Will.

Have you got my hat, Alice?.

MAGGIE: You'll be too grand for us afterwards.
- Oh, no, we won't.

We'll be catching up with you before long. We 're
only starting here. Good night! Good night!

I'll tell you something, Will.

In a few years' time you're going to be thought
more of than either of your brothers-in-law.

Well, I don't know. They have a long start on us.

Aye. But you've got me.

Now, your slate's in t'bedroom. Bring it out.

I'll have the table cleared
by the time you get back.

Oh, let me see it first.

That what's you did last night at Tubby's?.

Yes, your writing's improving, Will.

I'll just set you a short copy for tonight,
because it's getting late.

There is...

.. always...

.. room...

at the top.

There.

Now, you can copy that.

I think I'll throw these flowers
of Mrs Hepworth's away, Will.

We'll not be wanting them
in working time tomorrow.

I... thought I'd press it in my Bible
for a keepsake, Will.

I'm not beyond liking to be reminded of this day.

Oh, I'm tired.

I reckon I'll leave t'pots till t'morning.

It's a slackish way of starting
but I don't get married every day.

Well, I'm for bed.

You finish one copy before you come.

Willie!

- Yes, Maggie.
- I'm ready.

By gum!

You get to work, my lad.

You'll have your breakfast as soon as it's made.

A customer.

- Good morning, madam.
- Morning, ma'am.

Good morning.

- A pair of bootlaces, please.
- Certainly, madam.

That'll be one penny, madam.

Thank you.

- Good morning.
- Morning, ma'am.

By gum!

Willie?.

Willie?.

Where have you been?.

I'm going to give you a shock.

I doubt it.

I've just paid out L120.

What?.

To Mrs Hepworth.

That's her capital plus 20%.

There's a receipt. We can do without her now.

It looks as though you can do without me too.

Maggie!

I thought to please you.

You do. You do!

Only I like to have a finger in the pie.

God knows, you made the whole pie, Maggie.

I meant to give you a little surprise.

It's all right, lad. I'm not complaining.

It's New Year's Eve
and we can start tomorrow with a clean slate.

You know, I feel quite intoxicated.

We've enough of that in the family.

Especially on New Year's Eve.

Come on, my lad. Get out of that best coat
and help me get some supper.

Tubby!

- Fetch the doctor!
- Yes, sir.

- Oh... oh, Jim. Oh, Jim.
- Henry.

What is it, lad?.

Bit of a liver attack, maybe?.

Worse than that, Jim. It's worse than that.

'Ere, come on, back into bed.

Come on. That's it.

The doctor will soon be here.

I'm seeing no doctor in bed.

I'll face him downstairs.

Get me my clothes.

- You had a breakdown this morning.
- Aye.

Hold your hands out.

And you honestly require me
to tell you the cause, Mr Hobson?.

I'm paying my brass to tell me.

- Chronic alcoholism, if you know what I mean.
- Aye.

A serious case.

I know it's serious. You're not here to tell me
what I already know, but to cure me.

Have you a wife, Mr Hobson?.

In bed?.

- Higher than that.
- A pity.

A man like you should keep a wife handy.

I'm not so partial to women.

Hey, you stop that. None of your druggist muck.
I'm particular what I put in my stomach.

Mr Hobson, if you don't mend your manners,
I shall certify ye.

Are you aware that ye have drunk yourself
within six months of the grave?.

This morning you had a warning any sane man
would listen to and you're going to listen.

- By taking your prescriptions?.
- Precisely.

And you shall practise total abstinence
in the future.

Are you asking me to give up
my reasonable refreshment?.

I forbid alcohol absolutely.

If I'm to be beaten by drink I'll die fighting.

Life's got to be worth living before I live it.

If that's the way you talk,
my services are no use to you.

- Aye, they're not. I'll pay you on t'nail.
- I congratulate you on...

Now, listen.

What are you doing under my roof?.

- I've come because I was fetched.
- Who fetched you?.

- Tubby Wadlow.
- Then he can quit my shop.

- Sit down, man.
- He said you were dangerously ill.

- He is, Mrs...
- Mossop.

- Your father is drinking himself to death.
- Look, Doctor.

What's passed between you and me
isn't for everybody's ears.

Go on, I'd like to hear it all.

Nasty-minded curiosity.

I don't agree with you, Mr Hobson.

You're a dunderheaded lump of obstinacy,
but I've taken a fancy to you

and I decline to let you kill yourself.

Can I have a word with you in private, please,
Mrs Mossop?.

Thank you.

Goodbye, Mr Hobson.

Oh, and...

a happy New Year to ye.

Well, out with it.

It seems you're not to be trusted on your own
any more, Father.

- Alice or Vicky will have to look after you.
- I paid L500 to get rid of them.

- What about you?.
- Nay, it's out of the question.

Alice and Vicky have time on their hands.
Will and me have got a business to run.

I'm off now to see Alice and Vicky.

We'll all be back here later this afternoon.

And you'd better put a collar on
in case Will comes.

Put a collar on for Will Mossop?.

I think you've lost your sense of proportion,
my girl.

I'll have him treated with respect.

I'll be back at one o'clock.

And now I'm going back there
to get things tidied up.

You put your best coat on and your new hat.

- And I shall expect you there at one o'clock.
- Yes, Maggie.

And remember, you can take a high hand
with Alice and Vicky.

And with Father, an' all.
He's not too ill to stand it.

I'm a bit short of practice
at taking a high hand with Mr Hobson.

You can do it, love.

Aye. I'll do you credit, lass.

Morning, Miss Alice.

You might have waited till after dark.

Darkness won't hide
what the whole street knows already.

I told you, it's a different place
from when we used to live here. Come in.

Morning, Alice. Morning, Vicky. Where's Father?.

- Upstairs.
- Go and bring him down and look sharp.

I'm busier at my shop than what they are at his.

Yes, Willie.

Aye, it used to be a good business in its day too
did Hobson's.

What on earth do you mean?.
It's a good business still.

If you'd not married into the law, Alice,

you'd realise what the value of your father's
business is today in trading circles.

Vicky ought to know. Her husband's in trade.

My Fred in trade?.

- Well, isn't he?.
- He's in the wholesale.

That's business, not trade.

And the value of Father's shop
is no concern of yours, Will Mossop.

- What are you doing?.
- I'm looking over the stock.

If I'm to come into a thing,
I like to know what I'm coming into.

You are coming here to look after Father.

Maggie can do that
with one hand tied behind her back.

I'll look after the business.

Will Mossop, do you know who you're talking to?.

Aye, my wife's young sisters.

- He's been drinking.
- Now, listen, we've got to be careful.

- What do you mean?.
- Look...

Suppose Father gets worse and they're here.

Yes?.

Can't you see what I'm thinking?.

Well, go on.

So difficult to say.

Say it.

He might leave them all his money.

Willie, Father's down.

- Hello, Father.
- Alice.

Father, you're ill.

Vicky, my baby. It's nice to know
that I've daughters that care for me.

Of course we care.

Come and sit down, Father.

- You're looking all right. You've quite a colour.
- Now look here, Alice. I'm very ill.

And I need someone to look after me.

They know all about it, Father.

Then which one is it to be?.

- It can't be me in my circumstances.
- What circumstances?.

What are you whispering about?.

She's expecting.

But I don't see how it rules you out.
It could happen to any of us.

VICKY: Maggie!
- What's the matter?.

It does happen to married women
and we're all married.

It ought to be Maggie. She's the eldest.

- And I say...
- Morning, Father.

- I'm sorry to hear you're not so well.
- I'm a changed man, Will.

- There used to be room for improvement.
- What?.

- Sit down, Father.
- Aye.

Don't let's be too long about this.

My time's valuable. I'm busy at my shop.

Is your shop more important than my life?.

I'm worrited about your life
because it worries Maggie.

But I'm none worrited that bad
I'll see my business suffer over you.

This is not what I've a right to expect from you,
Will.

You've no right to expect
I care whether you sink or... swim.

Will!

And we're to stay here and watch Maggie
and Will abusing Father when he's ill.

- No need for you to stay.
- That's a true word, Will Mossop.

But, Father. Dear Father.

Are you willing to come?.

- No.
- Are you, Vicky?.

It's my child, Father.

Never mind what it is. Are you for coming or not?.

No, I'm not.

Very well.

Those that aren't willing
can leave me to talk with them that are.

Show them the door, Will.

Vicky!

Well, I don't know.

We'll be pleased to see you tea time any
Sunday afternoon if you'll condescend to come.

Beggars on horseback!

Now, my lad, I'll tell you what I'll do.

Sit you down.

Aye, we can come to grips better
now there are no fine ladies about.

They've got stiff necks with pride,

and the difference between you and them
is a thing I ought to mark,

and that I'm going to mark.

There's times for holding back and there's times
for letting loose and being generous.

Now...

you're coming here to this house, both of you.

And you'll have the back bedroom for your own

and the use of this room, split along with me -
Maggie will keep house.

And if she's time she can lend a hand in t'shop.

I'm finding Will a job.

You can have your old bench back in t'cellar,
Will, and I'll pay you the old wage.

18 shillings a week and you and me will go
equal whacks on the cost of the housekeeping

and if that isn't handsome I don't know what is.

Come home, Maggie.

- Aye, I think I'll have to.
- Whatever's the hurry for?.

It may be news to you
but I've a business in Oldfield Road

and I'm neglecting it by wasting my time here.

Wasting time?. Maggie, what's the matter
with Will?. I've made him a proposal.

He has a shop of his own to see to, Father.

A man who's offered a job at Hobson's
doesn't have to worry about a shop of his own

in a wretched cellar in Oldfield Road.

Shall I tell him, Maggie?. Or shall we go?.

Go! I don't want to keep a man...

If Willie goes, Father, I go with him.

I think you'd better speak out, Will.

All right. I will.

We've been a year in yon wretched cellar.

Do you know what we've done?.

We've paid back Mrs Hepworth
what she lent us for our start.

- Mrs Hepworth?.
- Aye.

And we made a bit of brass on top of that.

We've got your high-class trade away from you.

Our shop's a cellar, but they come to us
and they don't come to you.

All you sell is clogs.

You've got no trade, me and Maggie's got it all.

And all you think you can offer me
is my old job at 18 shillings a week!

Me, the owner of a business
that's starving yours to death?.

But you're Will Mossop.
You're my old boot hand.

Aye, I were.

But I've moved on a bit since then.

Your daughter married me
and set about my education.

And er... And now I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll transfer to this address
and what I'll do that's generous is this.

I'll take you into partnership,
give you your half-share

on the condition you're a sleeping partner
and don't try interference on with me.

Partners?.

William Mossop, late-Hobson,
is the name this shop will have.

Just a minute, Will. I don't agree to that.

Oh, so you've piped up at last.

I began to think
you'd both lost your senses together.

It had better not be late-Hobson, Will.

- That's the way I want it, Maggie.
- Now wait a bit.

I'm to be given a half-share in my own business.

Provided I take no part in running it.
Is that what you said?.

- That's it.
- I've heard of impudence before...

- It's all right.
- Did you hear what he said?.

Yes, but it's settled. Quite settled.
It's only the name we're arguing about.

I won't have late-Hobson, Will.

I'm not dead yet, my lad,
and I'll show you that I'm not.

I think Hobson And Mossop is best.

His name on my signboard?.

The best I'll do is this.

Mossop And Hobson.

No.

Mossop And Hobson
or it's Oldfield Road for us, Maggie.

Very well, Will.

Mossop And Hobson.

- Now, look here...
- Aye.

I'll make some alteration in this shop an' all.
I will so.

- Alterations in my shop?.
- Look at that chair!

How can you expect high-class customers
to sit on a chair like that?.

Why, we'd only a cellar
but they did sit on cretonne.

Cretonne! It's pampering folk.

Cretonne for a cellar, morocco for this shop.

Folks like to be pampered. Pampering pays.
We'll have carpet too.

Carpets?. Morocco?.

Young man, do you think this shop
is in St Ann's Square, Manchester?.

Not yet.

But it's going to be.

It's no further from Chapel Street
to St Ann's Square

than it is from Oldfield Road to Chapel Street.

I've done one jump in a year
and if I wait I'll do t'other.

Give him time, Will. It's come a bit sudden.

I'm afraid I was too hard.

Did I sound confident, Maggie?.

- You did all right.
- I wasn't as certain as I sounded.

But you told me to be strong and use the power
that's come to me through you.

Words came to my mouth
that made me jump at my own boldness.

And when it came to facing you about the name,
I tell you, I fair trembled in my shoes.

I was carried away, like.

I'd not have dared to cross you, Maggie.

Don't spoil it, Will. You're the man I made you.

- And I'm proud.
- Yes, but I...

I said such things to him and...

- I sounded as if I meant them too.
- And didn't you?.

Aye. Aye. That's just the worst.
I mean, from me to him...

- Well... He's the old master.
- And you're the new.

What are you doing?.
Leave my wedding ring alone.

- You've worn a brass one long enough.
- I'll wear that ring forever, Will.

- I was for getting you a proper one.
- That brass stays where you put it, love.

And if ever we get too rich and proud,

we'll just sit down together
and take a long look at it.

So we'll not forget t'truth about ourselves.

I've come to a decision.

- Yes, Mr Hobson.
- Will Mossop, you've forced me to it.

I never thought I'd have to stoop so low.

But I'm going round to see...

Albert Prosser.

- Albert Prosser?.
- Aye.

I'm going to fence you in with the law.

Albert Prosser's going to draw up
a deed of partnership.

- Yes, Father.
- Aye.

Well, by gum!

By gum!

Tubby! Shop!

By gum!