All language subtitles for A.Taste.of.Honey.1961.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG.Eng

Go on! Go on!

Come on, Jo! Come on!

Come on! Move with the ball!

That's it! Up! Come on!
Come on! Jump! Jump!

Don't let it drop into your hands! Jump!

Go for it, Jo! Come on!

That's right! Go on! Move!

Oh, come on, Jo. Pull yourself together.

Move with it!

You're not much good at netball,
are you, Jo?

No. I'm bad on purpose.

Are you going dancing tonight?

I can't.

You never go anywhere, do you?

I haven't got any clothes to wear,
for one thing.

- And for another...
- What?

We might be moving home again.

Like a couple of gypsies,
you and your mother.

So what?

And don't think it's the first time

I've heard you and your men friends
down here in the afternoon.

This is a respectable house
and I mean to keep it that way.

I warned you when you first came —
no gentlemen and pay regular.

You owe me two months' rent, and if
I don't have it by tomorrow, you're out!

I don't want any more
of your fancy men coming in here.

And that's my last word.

Oh, shut up. You'll get your rent.

Suppose that means another flit?

Oh, she's always glued
to television at teatime.

We'll just slip out that window.

Now, come on. Hurry up.

Be a bit useful for a change.

Now, come on. Hurry up.

Now, come on. Hurry up. Keep quiet.

Come on!

Come on. Hurry up.

Hurry up, Jo. Can you manage now?
Come on. Hurry up.

- Here, let me give you a hand.
- Thanks very much.

It's up here.

Oh, she's so stupid.
She's gettin' bone lazy, that girl.

Thanks very much.

Tara.

See ya.

- This the bedroom?
- Well, what do you think?

Sharing a bed again, I see.

Of course. I can't bear to be
parted from you, not for a minute.

What I wouldn't give for a room of me own.

- Oh, isn't that awful?
- Well, don't look at it then.

Oh, I do hate to see
an unshaded electric light bulb

dangling away from the ceiling like that.

Ooh! God, it's hot!

Oh, you do get on my nerves, you do.

Why can't you leave things alone?
I can get a proper shade tomorrow.

Tomorrow? What makes you
think we're gonna live that long?

The roof's leaking.

No, it's not. It's condensation.

Oh, make me a cup of coffee, love.
I feel rotten.

Every time I move me head,
me eyeballs hurt.

- Where's the kitchen?
- It's along the corridor.

Do you know,
I think I've got more than a cold.

I think it's flu.

Why should I run after you?

Because children owe their parents
these little attentions, that's why!

Which knob do I turn?

Switch 'em all on. You're bound
to find the right one in the end.

And mind you don't gas yourself.

Oh, the way you bang about!

- Where's the coffee?
- Uh, it's in the brown suitcase.

I was thinking of washing me hair tonight,
but I don't think I'd better with this cold.

Oh, do hurry up, love.

I've got to meet Peter.

Who's Peter?

- Now, don't get into any mischief, Gladys.
- Oh, go on.

Cheeky monkey.

♪ And stick the fork in the sausages?

More! More!

Oh, no, go on!

Oh, shut up.

Give over.

- Oh, n — No.
- Come on.

Buzz off, love.
I don't feel like it.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

What does the little lady want,
an engagement ring?

Well, I always accept the odd
diamond ring with pleasure, you know.

- Who's that?
- It's me daughter.

- Hello then.
- What's this one called?

Oh, go to bed. Go on.

- Are you coming?
- Not yet.

Then I'll wait for you.

- Is she always like this?
- Oh, she's jealous.

Well, that's something
I didn't bargain for.

She ought to be in bed.

I know she should.

Shall I retire while you
kiss her good night?

I'll kiss you good night, young lady,
and it really will be good night!

Hey! Take care of your mother
while she's ailing.

You know how fragile these old ladies are.

Oh, buzz off!

Ooh, he's a noisy beggar, that one.

What's that bed like?

It's like a coffin,
only half as comfortable.

Well, that's where we all end up
in the end.

Oh, now, come on, Jo.
Get that light off and let's get to bed.

Aren't we gonna clear this luggage up?

Oh, it'll look all right in the dark.

Yeah, it's seen at its best,
this room, in the dark.

Well, everything's seen
at its best in the dark.

Even me.

Do you know, I can't understand
why you're so frightened of it.

It's not the darkness outside
I'm frightened of.

It's the darkness inside houses
I don't like.

Hey, Jo,

what would you do if I told you
I was thinking of getting married again?

I'd have you locked up
in an institution right away.

You're up early.

It's a long way from here
to school each day.

Not for much longer, thank God.
Only a few more days.

Are you still set on leaving then?
What you going to do?

Get out of your sight as soon as possible.

Get a bit of money in me pocket.

Well, it's your life.
Ruin it your own way.

Takes me all me time to look after meself.

Here, love, you've forgotten this
- Oh!

- Give those to me!
- Oh, I say!

- Leave them alone. I'll pick them up.
- Here! Have you done these?

- Yes.
- Oh.

I didn't realize
I'd got such a talented daughter.

I'm not just talented. I'm "geniused."

- What's these?
- Self-portraits.

Oh, give 'em here.

I suppose you've got to draw yourself.
Nobody else'd draw you.

Hey! Is that supposed to be me?

Yes.

Well, don't I look a proper misery.

Still, it's very artistic, isn't it?

Tell me, Jo.

Have you ever thought of taking it up properly
and going to a proper art school?

I've had enough of schools.

Too many different schools
in too many different places.

Well, I think you're
wasting yourself. I do.

So long as I don't waste anybody else.

Anyway, why are you
so suddenly interested in me?

Never cared much before.

I know.

I'm a cruel, wicked mother.

"The voice I hear this passing night

was heard in ancient days

by emperor and clown.

Perhaps the selfsame song

that found a path
through the sad heart of Ruth,

when, sick for home,

she stood in tears amid the alien corn.

The same that ofttimes
hath charm'd magic casements,

opening on the foam of perilous seas,

in faery lands forlorn."

"Forlorn!

The very word is like a bell

to toll me back from thee to my sole self.

Adieu!"

"The fancy cannot cheat so well
as she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf.

Adieu. Adieu.

Thy plaintive anthem fades
past the near meadows,

over the still stream, up the hillside,

and now 'tis buried deep" —

Hey!

Don't you remember me?

Oh, yes. You helped us off the bus.

That's right. What you doing around here?

What are you?

I'm the cook.

What's the matter with your knee?

I fell down some steps at school.

Mmm. Looks bad. Needs a bandage.

- Come on. I'll fix it for you.
- Where are we going?

Come on.

They're all off duty.

Come on.

- I've never been on one of these things before.
- It's all right.

Mind your head.

So this is where you
do your cooking, is it?

Yes, this is it. Now come on.

Let's have a look at it.

Oh, very handsome.

Sure. Now, come on.

Don't be so soft.

I won't hurt you. I'm very professional.

What were you doing round here anyway?

I was kept in late at school.

I didn't want to go home until me mam
had gone out with her boyfriend.

I often come this way.

Whoo! Whoo-ooh!

Shh!

It'll take him a long time
to sleep that off.

Helen, come and live with me.

Oh, go on. I don't fancy it.

- I may never ask you again.
- Oh, go on!

- I want to make an honest woman of you.
- Go on. You're drunk.

I'm not. I'm not.

Look, love, I'm old enough
to be your mother.

You know I like this
mother-and-son relationship.

Oh, stop it.

- Aren't you wearing your girdle?
- Oh, give over.

Well, you certainly
liberate something in me,

and it's not maternal instincts either.

I must go in.

I've got to see about a job tomorrow.

- Will I see you?
- I'm not coming to that ship again.

Anything might happen to a girl.

It almost did, you shameless woman.

That's you taking advantage
of my innocence.

- You enjoyed it as much as I did.
- Shut up!

This is the sort of conversation
that can color a young girl's mind.

I must go in and get me beauty sleep.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Good night, Jo!

Hey!

- Surprised to find me waiting for you?
- Not really.

- Glad I came?
- You know I am.

I'll walk you home.

It's sad when you think that once I was
a happy young man without a care in the world.

Now I'm trapped in a primitive cult.

- What's that? Mau Mau?
- No, matrimony.

Trapped? I like that!
You almost begged me to marry you.

Did your ancestors come from Africa?

No. Liverpool.

Were you expecting to marry a man
whose father beat the tom-tom?

There's still a bit of jungle
in you somewhere.

I must go home.

You're the boss.

Well, good-bye.

- Hey! Aren't you gonna kiss me good-bye?
- You know I am.

Dream of me.

Dreamt of you last night.
Fell out of bed twice.

Tara!

I love ya!

Why do you love me?

'Cause you're daft!

Is that you, Jo?

Yeah.

Well, you're late, aren't you?
Where have you been?

Met a friend.

Oh!

Well, he certainly knows
how to put pink in your cheeks.

What makes you think it's a he?

I certainly hope it isn't a she that makes you
walk around in this enraptured fashion.

He's a sailor.

Well, I hope you exercised
proper control over his nautical ardor.

Jo, I've got summat to tell you.

Jo, I'm gonna get married again.

Is it that Peter Smith?

He's the unlucky man, yes.

You're centuries older than him.

Do you mind? I'm only eight years.

What use can a woman of your age
be to anybody?

I wish you wouldn't talk about me
as if I'm an impotent old woman.

You're not exactly a child bride.

I was once.

I hope to be dead and buried
by the time I reach your age.

Just think.
You've been living for 40 years.

I know. I must be a biological phenomenon.

You don't look 40.

You look a sort of well-preserved 60.

Ooh, you're a cheeky monkey, you are.

Anyway...

we're off to Blackpool this weekend.

You're not leaving me here
on me own, are you?

Come on, Jo. You've been
on your own before now.

Well, I'm coming with you this time.

All right, if you want to, love.

- I've got something for you.
- What is it?

A ring!

What will your mother say?

Don't care what she says.

- She doesn't know I'm —
- No.

Whatever else she might be,
she isn't prejudiced.

You're not worried about it, are you?

Well, so long as you like it.

You know I do.

Here, this ring, it's too big.

Couldn't wear it for school anyway.

Let's go all romantic.
Have you got a piece of string?

Come on, turn out your pockets.

Gosh, don't little boys carry some trash!

- Hey, what's this?
- Just a toy car.

- Can I try it?
- Go on then.

No. Goes like this. Look.

I like that.

- Can I keep it?
- Take it.

My soul and all. Everything.

Thanks.

I know. I can use
me hair ribbon for me ring.

Do it up for me.

- Pretty neck you've got.
- Glad you like it.

It's my schoolgirl complexion.

Oh, I-I must go home.

- I'll just go and hurry her up.
- All right, love.

Hey, aren't you ready?
Bert and Doris are waiting.

I won't be a minute, love.

- You wearing your blue garters?
- Oh, stop it.

Hello, Daddy.

You've told her then.

Yes, I have. Would you mind going in there
and leaving me alone for a minute?

What's she all dressed up for?

I'm coming with you, Mr. Smith.

That's right.

It was a bit awkward, lovey.

- I bought her these chocolates.
- Well, give them to her. Go on.

- Well, here you are.
- Trying to buy me off, eh?

Well, I'm still coming with you.

Come on, you two.
Go in the other room while I finish me toilet.

Go on, love. I won't be a minute.

Make up to him, love, and be nice.
He brought you some chocolates.

Don't get impatient, Mr. Smith.

The artwork takes a long time.

Joey, Joey, Joey.

Why do you have a glass eye?

Uh... I lost one during the war.

And can you take that eye out?

Don't ask daft questions!

Do you wear it when you go to bed?

Well, there's one highly recommended way
for a young lady to find out.

Oh, do you fancy me?

No, thanks.

You prefer old women.

Well, that's love, innit?

You don't like your mother
very much, do you?

She doesn't much care for me.

I'm not surprised.

Hey!

You sure you lost that eye during the war?

Are you married?

- No, I'm still available.
- But only just.

- How do I look?
- Fantastic. Come on.

Come on, love. And put your face straight,
for goodness' sake.

Do we have to have her tagging along?
Bloody little nuisance.

- Don't talk about her like that.
- Bloody happy family!

- Anyway, there won't be room in the car.
- We can squeeze her in.

- I'm coming!
- Come on, Helen.

I'm coming.
I want to fix these shoes. They're —

Jo, come on!

Ooh, you look lovely.

Jo, this is Doris. Doris, this is Jo.

Come on! Get in!

Oh, shut up, you bad-tempered thing.

Looks as though it might be a lovely day.

- Hope it stops fine.
- It's no more than we deserve.

- Well, you're the lucky one, aren't you?
- What do you mean, love?

Little lady's big surprise.

Here. What do you think about that?

- Is this for us?
- Yeah.

Where'd you find it?

One of the lads at the club
wanted to sell it, so I bought it.

Oh, isn't it lovely.

Look, a bungalow with bay windows
and crazy paving.

Oh, look, Jo.

It's all right.

Certainly fixed up things behind my back.

Come on!

Now we have Fascination by Van Gogh,

which now hangs
in the Louvre Gallery in Paris.

Let's have a look.

And here we have our lovely Lorraine
in her exotic, exciting pose

as a provocative, provoking provocation.

We hope she'll be our guest artiste
for the rest of the season.

And now, in complete comparison,

here is the ugly, blackened shell
of the Parisian Georgette.

She used to play Cinderella,

but she took to drugs, narcotics
and excessive alcohol.

Now she couldn't even
play the wick in Aladdin's lamp.

And now I have a short scene
from the famous film Dracula.

Die, girl, die!

That was the vampire strangling his —

I mean, her victim.

And now we have Fascination by Van Gogh,

which now hangs
in the Louvre Gallery in Paris.

Fascination.

Oh, look!

There's the gypsy that told me fortune
last year. She's wonderful.

I never believe
a word they say meself.

Hey, where you going?
It'll be raining again in a minute.

They'll be half an hour now.

Do you feel like that about me, Mr. Smith?

Or must we wait until we're alone
for an answer?

Will you behave yourself!

- I'm getting wet and I'm tired.
- I'm not surprised.

The way you've been guzzling them chocolates,
I wonder you're not sick.

Don't start bossing me about.
You're not me father!

- Ah, get lost and leave us alone!
- You leave me alone!

And leave my mother alone too!

I know what you're planning —
to run off with my old woman!

Well, what you gonna do about me?

- Hey, me blazer!
- Oh!

I'll knock your head in,
you jealous little cat.

She's always like this
if I'm affectionate with anybody.

You've never been affectionate with me.

- That's no way to talk to your mother.
- Oh, shut up.

You've really upset Peter now, you have.

Now send the kid home.
Send the kid home!

I won't spend another minute with her.

I feel properly embarrassed
in front of Bert and Doris.

Well, she's been on her own before.
I suppose she'll be all right.

Come on! Make up your mind!
Either she goes or I do. Now, which is it?

You've properly upset Peter.
You've got to go home.

- Come on, Helen!
- Oh, stop shouting.

Gonna give her some money
so she can get home.

Here you are, love. Would you like me
to come to the bus stop with you?

I can find me own way.
Don't start treating me like a baby.

Go back to your friends!

Oh, you do show me up, you do.

You will be all right though, won't you?

It's not the first time you've gone away.
Don't start getting a conscience now.

Will ya come on!

And another thing.
We're not having her living with us!

Now think on that!

Jo!

Jo!

Jo!

What's the matter?
Have you been crying?

No.

Oh, you would have to be here
when I feel such a mess.

Listen to that. I'll be gone soon.

Me heart's broke.

You can lie in bed at night
and hear me ship passing down the old canal.

- Is my ring still round your neck?
- Yes.

- Well, wear it then.
- Unfasten it then.

- Pretty neck you've got.
- Glad you like it.

Let me put it on.

- Did it cost you very much?
- You shouldn't ask questions like that.

- I got it in Woolworth!
- Woolworth's best, eh?

Oh, I don't care.
It's the thought that counts.

And I wonder what the thought was in
your wicked mind that made you buy it.

Whoo!

Will you stay with me?

If that's what you want.

That's what you want.

Probably never see you again. I know it.

- What makes you say that?
- I just know it, that's all.

But I don't care.

Stay with me now. It's enough.

And if you do come back,
I'll still be here.

I'll come back.

Anyway,

after this perhaps you might
not want to come back.

After all, I'm not very experienced
in these little matters.

I am.

- Don't do that.
- Why not?

I like it.

Well, I must go.

- Are you all right?
- Course I'm all right.

You'd better hurry up.

We sail sometime this afternoon.

- Today?
- Yes.

- Don't forget me.
- I won't.

- See you.
- Come on there! Hurry up!

Jo, are you still in bed? It's 3:00.

- The sun's shining.
- Yes.

Happy the bride the sun shines on.

Ha. And the corpse the rain rains on.

Where you going, anyway?

I've come to get my things.
I'm gonna get married.

Really?

You're not getting married
in a church, are you?

Why? You coming to throw bricks at us?

Course I'm not.

Hey, Jo. Jo.

How do you like this?

Bet somebody's missing their cat.

It's a present
from that young man of mine.

Oh, you would catch cold, wouldn't you?

- Use your hankie.
- I haven't got one.

Well, use mine then.

- What are you trying to hide?
- Nothing.

- Let's have a look.
- Let go! You're hurting me!

- What's this?
- A ring.

I can see it's a ring. Who's given it you?

The man I'm gonna marry.

Silly little bitch.

You mean that sailor lad
you've been knocking about with?

- Has he really asked you to marry him?
- Yes.

We're as good as married.

You know where this belongs?
In the ash can with everything else.

- I could kill you. I could really.
- You've already had a damn good try.

Oh, Jo, why can't you learn
from my mistakes?

It takes half your lifetime
to learn from your own.

Oh, what a thing to happen.

As soon as me back's turned, you'll be off
with that sailor lad and ruin yourself.

Don't worry, Helen.

He's gone away.

Probably never see him again for months.

Oh, Jo, love.

You're only young.

Why don't you enjoy your life?
Don't get trapped.

Marriage can be murder for a kid.

Oh, give me your hankie back.

- Where's your husband?
- He's outside waiting for me.

Ooh, I say, look at that.

Every line tells a dirty story.

- Helen?
- Yeah?

What was me father like?

Who?

- Me father.
- Oh, him.

Was he so horrible
that you can't even tell me about him?

No, he wasn't horrible.

He was just a bit simple, that's all.

- Are you serious?
- Course I'm serious.

- You're a liar.
- Am I?

No.

So now you know.

Was he... a real idiot?

No, he wasn't daft. He was...

I don't know.

He got funny eyes.

You've got them.

I've no time to waste here.

Where is he now? Locked up?

Course not. He's dead.

- Why?
- Why?

Don't ask me why.

Death comes to us all sooner or later.

Oh, I must go.

Madness is hereditary, isn't it?

Oh, for God's sake, Jo.

Decide for yourself
whether you're mad or not.

Course you're not mad, and neither was he.

You said he was an half-wit.

How could you go with an half-wit?

I don't know.
Everybody used to laugh at him.

But you know, I thought he was rather nice.

Tell me. I want to understand.

Look, Jo.

For one night —

Well, actually it was the afternoon —

I loved him.

I'd never really been with a man before.

It was the first time.

You can remember the second

and the third

and the fourth time.

But there's no time like the first.

It's always there.

Oh, it's no good, love. I've got to go.

Peter's gonna kill me.

Aren't you sorry to see me go?

I'm not sorry and I'm not glad.

I'm not gonna wait for you to come back.

Well, suit yourself then.

And think on take summat for that cold.

I say, what a smasher!

Look at Gertie getting fatter!

Find a stick and throw it at her!

I say, what a smasher!
Look at Gertie getting fatter!

I'll give you a clout
across the ear hole, I will.

Find a brick and throw it at her!

- Good luck, Helen.
- Well, aren't you going to kiss me good-bye?

- It seems ages since you kissed me.
- Save it for him.

- You will be all right, love, won't you?
- Course I'll be all right.

I've got a job starting on Monday
in a shoe shop.

Yes, well, I'll see you when
the honeymoon's over. Tara, love.

Tara.

Look at Gertie getting fatter!

Get a brick and throw it at her!

- I say, what a smasher!
- Off with you!

Look at Gertie getting fatter!

No, no, I don't care for them.

I'll look for some more.

No, don't bother. You haven't got
much of a stock here, have ya?

Well, perhaps we can order
something for you.

No, thank you now. I'll go up to the center.
They've got more fashions there.

Oh, you've got to get used
to all sorts, love.

When you've been here a week or two,
her sort won't bother you at all.

She made me get all the stock out.
I haven't made one sale yet.

Well, give yourself time.

Oh, Jo, I've got to go out.
Lock up for me, will you?

Yes, but if you don't mind,
I'll make it 6:00 on the dot.

I'm going to see some rooms
I'm thinking of moving into.

- I fancy a change.
- Ah, well, good night.

Night.

- Can I help you?
- Yes, I want a pair of shoes.

What sort of shoes?

Well, have you got any of them Italian —

- Casuals?
- Yeah.

- What size?
- Eight.

- Right. Any particular color?
- No.

Hey, nothing too startling.

Mmm, these are nice.

Oh, aye. Can I try 'em?

- Fit all right?
- Yeah, they're very comfortable.

- Are they very expensive?
- Not really. They're in the sale.

- Eighteen bob.
- Oh.

They're not bad, are they?

No, I think they look very smart.

They really cost 24.11,
so you got a real bargain.

Well, I'll have 'em. Ta.

Hey, you needn't bother to wrap 'em.

They'll go in there.

I think you'll find them
very nice for the summer.

- If we have any.
- Right.

- Two bob change. Just right.
- Thank you.

- Tara.
- Tara.

Here we are.

You'll have to clean it up a bit.

Won't it be too big for you?

No, this is just nice.
I've always wanted a place of me own.

- Thirty bob a week, is it?
- That's it.

- Collect on Fridays, I suppose.
- Aye, payday.

I'm in there while they've still got it.

I can give it you in advance.

Oh, ta, love.

Thirty bob.

You move in whenever you like.

- Hello.
- Hello!

Fancy seeing you here.
You enjoying it?

- Yes, I always do.
- So do I.

Hey, them shoes you sold me
are ever so comfortable.

Yes, they look very smart.

- Are you by yourself?
- Yes.

- Would you like to go to the fair?
- Oh, I'd love to.

Would you? Oh, come on.

I haven't been to a fair since Christmas.

Thanks, Geoff.

I loved it.

Good night.

Good night.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Hey!

- Haven't you got an home to go to?
- Well, of course I have.

Then what you lurkin' about for down there?

Come on in if you're coming.

- Hey, do you want the light on?
- No, don't you dare put that light on.

Hey, this place is enormous, in't it?

I know.
Got to work hard all week to pay for it.

It's the only place I've ever had
that's all mine and nobody else's.

It's a bit big for one though, in't it, Jo?

- Why? Thinking of moving in?
- Oh, not likely.

- Haven't you got an home to go to?
- No, me landlady threw me out.

- Why?
- Mind your own business.

- You can stay if you tell me.
- Well, I was behind with the rent.

- That's a lie, for a start.
- No, it's not.

Oh, come on, Geoffrey Ingham.

Let's have a bit of light on the subject.

Who did she find you with, your girlfriend?

Of course not.

Hey, it wasn't a man, was it?

Look, I've got a nice, comfortable couch.
I've even got some sheets.

You can stay if you tell me what you do.

Go on, Geoffrey. I've always wanted
to know about people like you.

Go to hell.

Hey, I won't snigger. Honest, I won't.
Tell me some of it. Go on.

I bet you never told a woman before.

I don't go in for sensational confessions.

I want to know what you do.

I want to know why you do it.

- Well, tell me or get out!
- Right.

Oh, Geoff, don't go, Geoff.
Don't go. I'm sorry. Please stay.

Get off! I can't stand women at times.

I didn't mean to hurt your feelings.

Come on, Geoff.

I'll get those sheets and blankets
and make up a bed for you.

I don't care what you do. Honest, I don't.

Please stay, Geoff.

Please.

I've only got one blanket. Is that enough?

Oh, yes, that'll do.

- What you gonna sleep in?
- Me shirt.

Ooh, I don't think you'll
be very comfy on this couch.

Beggars can't be choosers, can they?

- We're both beggars.
- Aye, the devil's own.

Ooh, you are mucky and messy,
aren't you?

- You need taking in hand, you do.
- Ooh, no, thanks.

- Has anyone ever tried?
- What?

Taking you in hand.

- Yeah.
- What happened to him?

Oh, I'm that tired,
I can hardly get myself to bed.

Oh, let me lie down
and don't wake me up for a month.

What time have you got
to be up in the morning?

- I don't go to school tomorrow.
- School?

- What do you do at school?
- Textile design.

Oh, one of them.

Here, I'll tell you what.

I'll stay here and tidy the place up a bit.
Get you a proper meal.

Hey!

Better put that light off.

Might be after you.

Night, Geoffrey.

Good night.

- Geoff?
- Oh, go to sleep.

- Geoffrey!
- What?

You're just like a big sister to me.

Hey, you're home early.

Dinner isn't quite ready yet.
Won't be long though.

- Where is it?
- In the oven. Hey, get off!

- It's quite nice, in't it?
- Yeah.

What's that, a self-portrait?

Jo!

Oh.

No!

Put your arm over here.
The other hand.

Right. Now keep it.

You might have washed 'em first.

Don't forget your ears.

Oh, Jo went early, and it's her half day.

- Hey, you seen Jo?
- She's at the arches.

Hey, I've been looking for you.

I've cooked dinner. Don't you want it?

- I don't fancy anything.
- Well, I haven't poisoned you up till now.

I don't want anything to eat.

I'm gonna have a baby.

Yes, I thought so.

- You're in a bit of a mess, aren't you?
- Oh, I don't care.

You can get rid of babies
before they're born, you know.

Yes, I know, but I think that's terrible.

When's it due?

About November.

- Your mother should know.
- Why?

Look at the things
you'll have to buy for a baby —

clothes, and you need a cot and a pram,
won't you?

Oh, shut up! I'm not planning big plans
for this baby or dreaming big dreams.

You know what happens
when you do things like that.

This baby will be born dead or daft or —

You're just feeling a bit depressed,
that's all.

You'll be your usual self
once you get used to the idea.

And what is my usual self?

My usual self is a very unusual self,

and don't you forget that, Geoffrey Ingham.

I'm an extraordinary person!

There's only one of me
like there's only one of you.

- We're unique!
- Young!

- Unrivaled!
- Smashing!

We're bloody marvelous!

Hey, Geoff, it's me half day.
How would you like to go to the country?

Wonderful! Hey, come on.

Hey, do you want some chocolate?

Hey, go on.
It's strawberry cream. You like that.

Here you are.

Hey, what would you say
if I started something?

- Eh?
- What would you do if I started something?

- In my condition, I'd probably faint.
- No, I mean after.

I don't want you, Geoff.

Well, am I repulsive to you?

You're nothing to me.
I'm everything to meself.

- You need me, Jo.
- Let go of me. You're hurting me arm.

- I've never kissed a girl before.
- Practice on somebody else.

- Will you let me kiss you, Jo?
- Oh, leave me alone.

Well, I didn't mean to hurt you, Jo.

I like you, Geoff.

- I like you, but —
- Will you marry me?

I'm not marrying anybody.

Well, just for the baby's sake.

I'm going down to the caves.

When the water reaches
the caves, it deposits lime.

Stalactites on the roof,
stalagmites on the floor.

Covers the walls all over
as it is doing mostly, as you can see,

in this chamber.

The lovely colors are made
by iron and copper staining the lime.

Iron makes red, brown.

What was he like, Jo?

He wasn't a bit like you.

He could sing and dance.

He was black as coal.

- A black boy?
- From darkest Africa.

- A prince.
- A what?

Prince. Son of a chieftain.

Huh. I'll bet he was too.

Prince Orsini.

Do you love him?

I must've.

- Do you wish he was still here?
- No.

- I hate love.
- Do you, Jo?

Yes, I do.

...Aladdin's cave.

All this room full of drapery
from stalactite formations on the wall.

God, it's hot!

Ah, Jo, stop prowling about.

- I feel so restless.
- Well, sit down or something.

Come on, baby, let's see
what big sister's making for us.

Oh, Jo, put it down.
I've just done all that. Get off!

- I feel like throwing myself in the river!
- I wouldn't do that. It's full of rubbish.

Here.

Read this.

When the baby comes, you won't know
one end of it from the other.

"Looking after baby." In't that nice?

"Third month. Exercises, relaxation.

Fourth month. Constipation."

Drink that and shut up.

- I hate milk.
- Well, get it drunk.

Does it tell you
how to feed babies, Geoffrey?

Even you know that.

I know about that way — breast-feeding.

I'm not having a little animal
nibbling away at me.

- It's cannibalistic.
- Stop trying to be inhuman.

- It doesn't suit you.
- I mean it.

I hate motherhood.

Whether you hate it or not,
you've got it coming to you,

so you might as well
make a good job of it.

- I've got toothache.
- Yes, I've got bloody heartache.

Have you got any of that toothache cure?

There's only one cure for the toothache
and that's a visit to the dentist.

Oh! Jo!

How much longer is this going on for?

- What?
- Your present performance.

Nobody asked you to stay.
You moved in on me, remember?

If you don't like it, you can get out.

But you wouldn't do that, would you?
Got no confidence in yourself, have you?

Afraid the girls will laugh.

- You like babies, don't you, Geoff?
- They're all right.

Would you like to be the father
of my baby, Geoff?

Yes, I would.

I-I'm — I feel stifled in here.

I'm going out.

Well, I'll come with you.

Can you smell that canal? It's filthy!

And all those dirty children.

They can't help getting dirty round here.

- Why do you stay with me, Geoff?
- Somebody's got to look after you.

You can't look after yourself.
That's obvious.

Do you think there's gonna be a storm?

I wouldn't be surprised.

I don't think it's doing you any good
being with me all the time.

I couldn't move away from you now.

But you must.
We can't be together all the time.

I'd rather be dead than away from you.

You say that as if you mean it.

Well, I do mean it.

Before I knew you, I didn't care much
whether I lived or died, you know.

But then I met you
and, well, being with you's me life.

Hey, there's no need for us
to split up, is there, Jo?

Come on, rain! Come on, storm!

Jo?

It kicked me, Geoff.

It kicked me!

- Can I help you, sir?
- Yes, I wanted some information, please.

- Yes?
- Well, me wife's going to have a baby,

and I wondered if you'd got any leaflets
to sort of put me in the picture, like.

Oh, yes, I'm sure
we can do something for you.

When does she expect the baby?

Well, not yet. A couple of months.

Well, perhaps she ought to
come down here herself.

Well, she's a little bit shy, you know.
I expect she'll be along later.

Very well. Just a moment, Mrs. Walsh.

Will you wait here a second, please?

I think she ought to have this.
She can practice on it.

I suppose she's very young.

Anyway, you can borrow this and let us
have it back when you've done with it.

It comes in very handy if she's a little bit
dubious about handling the baby.

- There. All right?
- Thank you.

Look at that little boy over there.
He's filthy.

And his hair — it's walking away.

- She shouldn't be allowed.
- Who?

His mother. Think of the harm
she does having children.

Look at that. It's dead.

A bit of love, a bit of lust,
and there you are.

We don't ask for life.
We have it thrust upon us.

- Hold me hand, Geoff.
- What?

- Hold me hand.
- Jo?

You've got nice hands.

Hard.

I used to try and hold me mother's hands,
but she always used to pull 'em away from me.

- I like you.
- Oh!

Do you like me more than you don't like me,
or don't you like me more than you do?

Now you're being Irish.

Well, a fine Irishwoman you are.

Where did your ancestors fall,
battle of Salford Town Hall?

Me mother's father was Irish.

And she had me by an Irishman.

The village idiot,
from what I can make out.

You what?

A frolic in an hayloft one afternoon.

She said he had eyes like me.

- Are you making it up?
- No.

He lived in the twilight land, my daddy.

The land of the daft.

- Did Helen tell you all this?
- Yes.

Yes, I thought so.

She likes to make an effect, that one.

Well, can you see Helen
going out with a real loony?

Oh, thanks, Geoff. You're a cure.

Hey, I've got something for you.

Well, I got it from the clinic, you know.

I thought you could practice
a few holds on it.

- The color's wrong.
- What?

The color's wrong!

I'll bash its brains out! I'll kill it!

I don't want this baby, Geoff!

I don't want to be a mother!

I don't want to be a woman!

Jo?

What do you think I can do about it?

In any case, bearing a child doesn't
put you under an obligation to it.

Well, I would've thought it would've done.

Well, you've got another think coming.

If she can't look after herself,
it's her own lookout.

And don't sit there
looking as if it's all my fault.

Well, it's your grandchild.

Oh, you put years on me, you do.

She's more than I can cope with, that girl.
She always has been.

Well, that's obvious.

And what part have you got
in this little Victorian melodrama?

Nursemaid?

Helen! Helen!

Have I got a clean shirt?

All right. I'll come and see her.

It's not my fault. I've not known where
she's been living these last few months.

- Now, don't keep me waiting. I want a drink.
- You've had enough.

I'm not hanging about in this filthy hole.

Wait where you like then.

If you're not back in 10 minutes,
I'm going.

Oh, suit yourself.

Jo?

Jo!

Hey, you won't tell her
I came and saw you, will you?

- Where is she, Romeo?
- She's in bed.

And what sort of a dump is this?

And what do you think you're doing,
hiding yourself away in this chicken run?

Lots of girls in your condition
have to work and take care of a family.

Well, come on. Let's have a look at you.

You're looking a bit peaky.

No wonder.

Oh, stop sulking.
I've brought you some money.

It's taken you a long time
to come round to this, hasn't it?

- What?
- The famous mother-love act.

Since I've known, I've not been able
to sleep at nights thinking about you.

There'll be money every week
in the post from now on.

Until you forget!

You walked out of that door with that man.
You didn't give me a second thought.

How did you get here anyway?

I'll get you for this, Geoffrey Ingham!

What you trying to run,
a back-to-mother movement?

- Are you working?
- She doesn't like people looking at her.

Mmm. She'd be better off working
than living off you like a little bloodsucker.

- She doesn't live off me.
- No, we share everything.

- We're communists too!
- That's his influence, I suppose.

Get out of here and go back to your fancy man
or your husband or whatever you call him.

Ooh, I'll give you such a bloody good hiding!
That's what you've gone short of.

- Don't show yourself up for what you are!
- You couldn't wait, could you?

Now look at the mess
you've got yourself into.

I'll get out of it without your help.

- Threw yourself at the first man you met.
- Yes, you're right, I did.

- You're man mad.
- I'm like you.

You know what they're calling you
round here?

- A silly little whore.
- They know where I got it from, don't they?

Ooh, I'll knock your bloody head off!
Let me get at her!

Go ahead! Go on!

- Stop shouting at each other, will you!
- Oh, shut up. We enjoy it.

- And another thing —
- Hey, hey, hey. What the hell's going on?

Do you expect me to wait all day
in that filthy street?

I told you to wait outside.

Don't you wag your bloody finger at me.

Oh, hello then. The erring daughter.

Well, Josephine,
you're a big girl now, aren't you?

Who's this, the father?

Oh, dear, no.

Who's got a bun in the oven then, eh?
Who's got a cake in the stove?

I'm sorry. He's had one too many.

Who's coming out for a little drink, eh?

What's the matter with everybody?

Doesn't anybody want to come out
for a little drink?

- You get out of here!
- Ah-ah-ah!

You be quiet.

That's right, Mary Ann.
You come and have a little drink with me.

Who's been giving my money away again?

Take your money.

Which is the way to the littlest room?

Oh, get him out of here, Romeo.

That's right, Pollyanna. You lead the way.

Ooh! It's all right, love.
I know the district.

- Like a cigarette?
- No.

Yes, I will. I'll keep it for later.

Jo, why don't you come and live with me?

- There's a nice room and plenty of food.
- No, thanks.

Peter's all right
except when he's had one too many.

Jo, look, I'm offering you a decent home.

I'll take care of you.
I'll see you through.

We're not having
that little slut at our place!

The house is half mine.

Aye. Like hell it is.

Oh, take no notice of him.

Now, will you come on? I want this drink!

Get him out of here.
We'll get our notice!

Would you like me to come
and stay here with you?

No, thanks.

Well, I'll send you some money.

And hang on to it. You might need it.

We're not having that mademoiselle
from Armentières living with us!

Now, I dragged you out of the gutter once.
If you want to go back, it's all the same to me.

It's your own bloody level.

And don't you worry
about your wandering boy.

There's plenty of other fish in the ocean.

I'm getting out.

- In't he smashing?
- Yes, marvelous, in't he?

- Where's Jo?
- I saw her going down by the river.

Hello.

- Thinking of chucking yourself in?
- No.

I like it here.

- Seen five water rats.
- Charming.

- Do you still love him?
- No.

It's only a dream I had.

Aye, your black prince.

- What was his name?
- Prince Orsini.

No. It was Jimmy.

Oh, well, the dream's gone,
but the baby's real enough.

Me mother always used to say

you remember the first time all your life.

Until now, I'd forgotten all about it.

Do you remember
when I asked you to marry me?

Yes.

It's not marrying love between us,
thank God.

You need someone to love you
while you're looking for someone to love.

Have you been unhappy with me?

Who's happy?

As I was going up Pippin Hill,
Pippin Hill was dirty.

And then I met a pretty miss
and she dropped me a curtsy.

Little miss, pretty miss,
blessings light upon you.

If I had half a crown a day,
I'd gladly spend it on you.

- Would you, Geoff?
- I would.

I'd hold your baby in me arms.

I'd comfort you and keep you.

We'd climb the hill when the moon was up

and we'd sit there till it set.

I'd hold you tight till the world was done
and a daisy grew in me hat.

- That doesn't rhyme!
- I know, but it's true.

You're a funny man, Geoff.

I mean that.

You're unique.

I always want to have you with me 'cause
I know you'll never ask anything from me.

- Where you going?
- Home.

I'm cooking something for tea.

Hey, look at that. In't it marvelous?

Here, what you gonna call it?

- What, the cake?
- Oh, no, the baby, you daft thing.

I think I'll call it Number One.

- It'll always be number one to itself.
- You're right.

Anybody at home?

Well, I'm back.

Well, the old place looks a bit
more cheerful now, doesn't it?

Well, I arrived just in time,
by the look of things, didn't I?

- Do you want a cup of tea?
- Hmm. You're still here, are you?

There won't be much room
for two of us around, you know.

- Don't you start on Geoffrey!
- Oh, that's all right, Jo.

I don't mind moving out.

For heaven's sake, you don't have to start
wiltin' away as soon as she barges in.

All right,
I will have a cup of tea with you.

Jo, I got you some lovely things
for the baby.

Have you got everything packed?

- Packed?
- Yeah.

But I'm not going into hospital.

- You're not having the baby here, are you?
- She didn't want to go away.

She can't have a baby in a dump like this.

The first one can be
a bit tricky sometimes.

She's been having regular checkups.

Don't start frightening her.

And what do you know about it?

We're not playing
at doctors now, you know.

Oh. I forgot to pay the taxi.

Where's me bags?
I won't be a minute.

Well, she's back, Jo.

Hey, would you like a bit of cake?

No, thanks.

You're glad she's back really.

No, I'm not.

You needn't be afraid
of hurting me feelings.

God, what am I supposed to say, Geoffrey?

It's you I need, not her.

After all, it's only a choice
between two old women.

Oh, thanks.

Of the two, I'd rather have you.

Well, you'll need a woman with you too.

You know, someone
who's been through it all before.

Oh, stop romancing!
I asked you to stay here with me.

Why can't you leave me alone?

- Now, don't you start upsetting her!
- Well, I haven't upset her.

It's you, charging in here like a bull in a china
shop, trampling on everyone's feelings!

I'd have a hard job
to trample on yours, son!

Don't you "'son'" me!

My God, what a travesty of a mother
you've turned out to be!

You've come here to help her, have you?
First thing you do is put the fear of death in her.

- Have you gone mad?
- Oh, leave me alone, both of you!

I can't stand it anymore!

I just can't stand it.

Excuse me.
I want a word with my daughter.

What's the matter, Jo?

Geoffrey's right about you.

I wanted you to come back.

But when you did, it all went wrong again.

Why did you want me to come back, love?

I wanted to know what it's like.

What?

Is there much pain?

Well, it's not so much pain as hard work.

But don't worry, love.
You've got me now.

I can do without you.

I can manage.

Well, you're very clever, aren't you?

There's no need for you to be so superior.

He's thrown you out, hasn't he?
And you had to come crawling back here.

Well, it was good while it lasted.

- Do you know what I think?
- What?

- I think you're still in love with him.
- Me, in love?

Don't be so daft.

What happened?

He's just gone off with his bit of crumpet.

So we're back where we started.

Jo, I forgot to tell you.

I've ordered a beautiful cot.

It's got lambs and poodles all over it.

We've got one.

Geoff got it.

Bit old-fashioned, in't it?

We like it.

Now, come on. Lie back, love. Come on.

- You'll be giving yourself a headache.
- Do you wonder?

Now, come on. Have a bit of a rest,
and I'll just go and tidy up.

- Helen?
- What?

I want Geoffrey to stay. Understand?

Mmm.

I'm writing her a note.

And while you're at it,
take this thing with you.

- What's the matter, Jo?
- I must have been dreaming.

Don't worry, love.

Where's Geoff?

I'm just going to make you
a nice, fresh cup of tea, dear.

Where's Geoffrey?

He's just gone out, love.

- Helen?
- Yes, love?

My baby may be black.

You what, love?

My baby may be black.

Oh, shut up!
You'll be giving yourself nightmares.

It's true.

You don't mean
that sailor was a black man?

Yeah.

Oh, my God. I need a drink.

Well, what you gonna do about it?

Guy, Guy, Guy!
Prick him in the eye!

Tie him to the lamppost
and leave him there to die!

In't it marvelous?

Prick him in the eye!

Tie him to the lamppost
and leave him there to die!

Guy, Guy, Guy!
Prick him in the eye!

Tie him to the lamppost
and leave him there to die!

Guy, Guy, Guy!
Prick him in the eye!

Tie him to the lamppost
and leave him there to die!

Geoffrey?

Guy, Guy, Guy!
Prick him in the eye!

Guy, Guy, Guy!
Prick him in the eye!

Tie him to the lamppost
and leave him there to die!

- Guy, Guy, Guy!
- You clown, Geoff.

You clown!

I'll make you a cup of tea, love.