All language subtitles for The Good Life s04ex2 When Im 65.eng

And here comes Her Majesty the Queen and
His Royal Highness The Duke of Edinburgh

in their magnificent new Jubilee Rolls Royce.

Arriving at the BBC Television Centre
for this special edition of The Good Life.

This Royal occasion is in aid of the appeal
to send teams from the British Isles

to the Commonwealth Games at Edmonton
in August

Waiting to receive the Queen and Prince Philip
is Sir Michael Swann,

Chairman of the Board of Governors.

(Applause)

He presents Lady Swann,

Mr lan Trethowan, Director-General of the BBC
and Mrs Trethowan.

And then they make their way into the main
reception centre for further presentations,

the Queen in a finely-pleated chiffon dress

with ruffled sleeves
and masses of little pink and white rosebuds.

First of all Mr Alasdair Milne, Managing Director,
BBC Television, and Mrs Milne.

Sir Alexander Ross, he's Chairman
of the Commonwealth Games Federation,

and Lady Ross.

Mr Robin Scott he's Deputy Managing Director,
BBC Television, and Mrs Scott.

And Mr James Gilbert, Head of Light
Entertainment, BBC Television, and Mrs Gilbert.

And here with a bouquet of lilies of the valley
and pink roses is Charley Henley,

five-and-a-half-year-old son of one of the stars
of The Good Life, Felicity Kendal.

! bet he never forgets that moment.

The presentation's over,
the Royal party go to the sixth floor

to meet personalities
of the Commonwealth Games appeal.

And now Sir Michael Swann conducts
the Queen to Studio Six

where an invited audience is already wailing.

(Applause)

And the Queen and the Royal party go fo the
special Royal box in the centre of the studio,

especially constructed for this occasion.

And as always happens
in television productions like this,

the floor manager, in this case,
production assistant Brian Jones,

tells the audience something about the show.

Your Majesty, Your Royal Highness,
my lords, ladies and gentlemen,

on behalf of BBC Television
and our producer John Howard Davis,

welcome to the Television Centre and to TC Six,

and to this evening's recording
of a special Good Life.

Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Brian Jones.
I'm the floor manager, the production assistant,

and let me give you some details
of The Good Life first of all.

The original programmes
were first recorded in 1975,

when we achieved a viewing audience
of approximately five million.

On the last assessment by our audience
research department at Christmas

we'd actually achieved a viewing audience
of over 21 million.

This, you may think,
was usual for Christmas shows,

but when I say that the average audience,
viewing audience, during the series,

was something between 16 and 17 million,

it simply points to the fact of how successful
and how well-received The Good Life is.

And to the sets, ladies and gentlemen.

Now starting there on the left
we have a bank manager's set,

in which our special guest artist tonight,
George Cole,

meets up with Richard Briers - Tom Good.

In the middle here we have the Goods' kitchen.

And finally over there we have the sumptuous
drawing room of Margo Leadbetter.

(Laughter)

Very Margo, isn't it, really? Yes.

Now there is an additional set.

Owing to the limitation of the space across
the studio floor we've had to "double-bank".

That is, to say, there is one set
which is hidden round the back there.

Now, the way you'll be able to see that set
when we get into it is by having a look,

if I may draw your attention
to the studio monitors,

the television sets which are about the place.

Also, if there is any time you are unable to see
any of the action in the sets themselves

because of cameras, booms
or rather overweight floor managers,

please again look to the monitors.

Now, what you will also see on the monitors
are pre-recorded sequences

that we have already shot on film.

All the exteriors stuff
that we did for the programmes

were found on location in Northwood.

It's part of my job, in fact, as a production
assistant, along with the help of the producer,

he hands me the script and he says,
"Go look for these particular locations.�

On this occasion they were very specific.

We had to find two detached houses -
one very smart and the other not so smart.

Probably needed a lick of paint.

I started going out as far as Stoke Poges
and finished around Northwood,

and found the two houses,
showed them to John.

He OK'ed them and then we set about the task
of talking to the people and asking them,

"Please may we come and film
on your premises?"

Now, normally
this is a perfectly straightforward thing to do,

but on this occasion we had to say,
"Please can we dig up your garden?"

- (Laughter)
- "Yes, yes, you can dig up our garden."

"Not just your front lawn, madam,
but your back garden as well."

"Yes, you can dig up our back garden."

And then after we'd got that OK'ed,
then we made the additional request;

"May we put pigs, chickens and goats in there?"

Anyway, the show was a success
and we're delighted to see you all.

Enough from me for the moment.

May I take this opportunity,
ladies and gentlemen,

of introducing
one of the stars of the show to you.

A delight for me to do so.

Ladies and gentlemen, the artist playing
the character of Tom Good, Mr Richard Briers.

- It's never been this full before.
- (Laughter)

- But you told me you were a draw.
- Sssh!

Sorry.

Ladies and gentlemen, for the last 12 months
we've been writing each week to Jimmy Savile.

- And I'm happy to say...
- (Laughter)

He works very hard, does Jim.

A splendid evening and a splendid guest star,
George Cole.

(Applause)

And now if that were not enough,
the suave, talented... Paul Eddington.

(Applause)

And next a lady who has just about won
every showbiz award that ever was invented.

But I personally think deserves one more and
that's for being herself - Miss Penelope Keith.

- And now the wonderful little woman.
- (Laughter)

My television wife, the delicious Felicity Kendal.

Now I'm just gonna pop back there
and have a quick shake.

In the meantime I'll hand you back
to our splendid... Mr Jones.

- (Applause)
- Thank you, Richard.

Right. Cameras to your positions.

Thank you.

Artists to your opening positions.

Won't be long before we go.

There are opening titles to begin the programme
as you very likely all know.

They will be seen on the monitors on film.

They have to be careful
how they push the cameras about the studio,

because they're very expensive.

And if they break any of them
it comes out of their salaries actually.

Al right?

Kev?

Fine.

I think that is the cue
to run the opening titles now.

(Knocking)

- Hello, Margo.
- Hello, Barbara.

- Hello, Margo.
- Hello, Tom.

Is, um... Is this the sort of thing
you were thinking of?

Oh, Tom, they're perfect.
You've made them beautifully.

- Now, how much do I owe you?
- Oh, we'll discuss that later, Margo.

- When we're alone.
- Don't spoil it, Tom, please.

Sorry. Anyway, they're free.

Of course, I've never made
Japanese sleeping blocks before.

No, I don't suppose you have.

No, not an awful lot of call for them
in Surbiton, is there?

- I don't suppose there is.
- All right, we'll be subtle.

Why do you want
Japanese sleeping blocks?

For a Japanese couple to sleep on.

Put like that,
it sounds terribly reasonable.

Well, it is. You see, in two weeks' time,
we are playing host

to Mr and Mrs Yashimoto from Kyoto.

Are they coming over by plane or boat-0?

I'm so glad
you don't live in this house, Tom.

Do you mean to say
that they actually use these?

I'm not sure. They may sleep on beds,
like normal people.

Oh, I see,
but should Miss Yashimoto say,

"I say, you wouldn't happen to have
a couple of Japanese sleeping blocks?"

you can say,
"Yes, I do have a couple somewhere."

Exactly.

Well, I know the Japanese
aren't very big,

but I don't see how they can balance
on one of these all night.

Don't get like Tom, Barbara, please.

Tell you what,
we'll give you a demo, right?

Come on, up you get.
Let's do this thing properly. Ready?

(Japanese accent) Now, lie down.

Oh! Dear, oh dear.

No wonder the Japanese
are an industrious race.

A night on one of these
would make you get up early.

I agree, but if Mr and Mrs Yashimoto
want them, they're here.

I don't think one can pay too much
attention to such little courtesies

when one is the wife
of an international executive.

- Who?
- Jerry.

Oh, yes, of course!
Where is the international executive?

Playing international executive golf

or gone for an international executive walk?

As a matter of fact, he's in the study
being examined by the doctor.

- Oh, sorry.
- Is he all right?

Oh, yes. It's just a medical.

You see, we are making
some fairly substantial increases

to Jerry's retirement annuities.

But, Margo, you must have
about ten policies already.

13, actually.

You'll be richer when you retire
than you are now.

Well, that's the intention.

There is a maggot in English society
and its name is socialism.

I do not intend to suffer from it.

I thought we were talking
about insurance.

We are. You see,
if by some collective death wish,

there happens to be a leftist government
in power when Jerry retires,

we shall need to be buffered
against state theft,

and buffered we shall be.

JERRY: Thank you, James!
See you at the golf club Sunday! Bye!

That's class, that is, isn't it?

Having the doctor round,
meeting at the golf club later.

Beats taking him to the vet
in a cardboard box.

- All right, Jerry?
- Yes, fine.

Hello, Barbara. Hello, Tom.

- Are you sure everything's all right?
- Yes, I passed the medical all right.

- But...
- He noticed your wooden leg, did he?

No, the fact is, I'm not quite
as healthy as I thought I was.

- Oh, Jerry.
- But, Jerry...

You said you passed the medical.

Well, perhaps scraped through'd be
rather more accurate, darling.

They all say that. There isn't a doctor
born who's said, "You're really well."

They've got to earn a living.

But according to James I'm abusing
my system in every way possible.

- That's no surprise. We all know that.
- What do you mean?

Five bottles of gin a day.
Grossly overweight. No exercise.

15-course expense-account lunches.
You're a mess.

See here, Tom.

If anyone's going to call Jerry a mess
in this house, it will be me.

The only thing keeping you standing
is your hardened arteries.

Must be like steel girders by now.

These medical gems
are coming from the man

who diagnosed the creosote splashes
on my face as measles.

I know exaggeration
is second nature to Tom,

but he's more or less confirmed
what James had to say.

- Well, change your doctor, then.
- That wouldn't make Jerry healthy.

Then there's the tension of the job.

I wonder when you'll have your first ulcer.

Quite. Probably getting worse
over the next 20 years or so.

Probably have permanent
nervous dyspepsia by then.

That's if you live that long, of course.

- Barbara, will you take Tom home?
- Yes, I was just going to.

Come along, sunshine.
You're cleaning the pigs out.

- It's not my turn.
- It is now for cheering Jerry up.

By the way, Jerry, when you die,
can I have your golf clubs?

- Come along.
- Ow.

- That's funny.
- What is?

You know that hen that sounds like
Max Wall when she clucks?

Glenda, yes.

- Who?
- Glenda.

Yes, well, her anyway.

You know she's the only one that's never
had any chicks? What's wrong?

She's a healthy hen.
We've got a healthy cockerel.

- Lenin.
- Yeah, all right. Lenin.

So what's wrong?

It's obvious.
A clash of little personalities.

Chickens don't have personalities, love.

Of course they do.
You've only got to look at them.

Glenda's the kind of bird,
she wants to be wined and dined

and coaxed and courted,
and who's she got? Lenin.

He's a nice enough bloke, but
he's all brash. He's too Oliver Reedy.

Oliver Reedy. You are mad.
You are stark raving mad.

Not that it matters in the end
whether chickens have personalities.

Whether anybody has, for that matter.

Ultimately, we're all victims
to the old man with the scythe.

Is death your theme for the day?

No. Why?

Not two hours ago you had Jerry
with one foot in the grave.

No, he'll go on, old Jerry. Great
sedentary dolts like him always do.

It's the finely strung athletes like me
that go early.

You mark my words,
by the time they're 150,

he and Margo'll be tearing about
in platinum wheelchairs

trying to spend the two and a half
million a week from their insurances.

- The good die young, eh?
- Probably.

Well, perhaps it's just as well,

'cause we haven't been able
to put a penny by for our retirement.

No, not a penny.

- Barbara.
- Hm?

We've had it. When we're old,
we've had it. We haven't provided.

- I know.
- Well, why haven't we?

- Because we haven't got any money.
- There is that. My fault, of course.

When I cast us adrift, I should have
made sure there was a life jacket.

In case you haven't noticed,
I'm very happy.

So am I now. But when we're old
and penniless, what then?

Well, I do buy the stamps
with our surplus.

- We will get an old-age pension.
- They're not enough. They never are.

You are ever so much fun
when you're in this mood, you know, Tom.

I'm just facing facts, love.
And another thing.

Will we be capable of working
till we're due for our pension?

Our life is a hard slog.
It takes its toll, you know.

- I could be clapped out at 50.
- You already are.

Don't try to cheer me up. I'm serious.

Are you saying that senility
is staring you in the face? Are you?

No. I'm just saying
that self-sufficiency is hard work.

There comes a time when the body
just won't respond any more.

Then you realise you should have made
some sensible provisions.

You laugh at Jerry and his annuities.
At least his wife isn't going to starve.

How did we get to this?

Well, it's obvious. I'm older
than you are. Women live longer.

I'm going to die
and leave you with nothing.

Well, say by some miracle of biology,
you do hang on for a bit...

Well, that just makes two of us
on the junk heap instead of one.

There's no way out.

Why don't you just sit by the fire

and look for the fairy castles
in the flames?

Yes, you're quite right.
I ought to think this thing through.

- No, I just meant shut up.
- Oh.

� Then the days dwindle down

4 To a precious few

I September

4 November

Not much of it left, really, is there?

Funny. Huh.

One minute you're skipping down the road
in your first pair of long trousers

and the next...

What happened to clothing coupons, eh?

What happened to the nit lady
that used to come round the school?

What happened to proper footballs

with laces that used to cut your
forehead open when you headed them?

- You hang onto that for a minute.
- Yeah.

Then, of course, you get to your 30s.

Ah-ha. And the full flush and vigour
of your manhood.

And that's when you should
start to plan for the future.

But you don't.

And that.

Of course, once you're past your 40s,

well, you're just two furlongs out
from the losing post.

Yes, I know what you mean, Tom.

I thought I'd get through to you, love.

You mean life slips by so quickly.

Yes, I do.

Before you know where you are,
you're a little wizened old man,

sitting by the fire with a stick in your
hand and a blanket over your knees.

Exactly.

(Blows kiss)

You little...!

� Oh, what a beautiful morning

4 Oh, what a beautiful day

You're feeling better today, then?

Squeeze.

JERRY: Good morning.
MARGO: Morning.

- Nosy?
- Rather.

Come on.

(Doorbell)

- Hello, Margo.
- Hello, Barbara.

- Hello, Margo.
- Hello, Tom.

- Well?
- What?

- D'you want something?
- Oh, yes.

What?

Could you tell us the time, please?

You're transparent, both of you.
Come In.

Yes, I wondered how long it'd take
for curiosity to kill the cat.

Go on, get it out of your systems.
Get it over with.

- You want to know why, don't you?
- No, we don't.

- Yes, you do.
- No, we don't.

- Yes, you do.
- Yes, we do.

All right. I'll tell you.

You wouldn't have noticed,
but what old James said the other day

did rather put the wind up me.

- Thought I'd try and get a bit fitter.
- Bit late, isn't it?

- You fighting the flab as well, Margo?
- Certainly not.

No, I'm supporting Jerry.
I consider it my duty.

Margo, could I have a go
on your bicycle?

They're like a couple of urchins

with their noses pressed against
a toy shop window, aren't they?

- Goon.
- Oh, here we go.

TOM: Giddy up.

Whoo! Wheel

That's going back, Jerry.

- It's lovely!
- No.

Looking at you on that,
I see how undignified it is.

- It's just brash and silly.
- Quite right. You stick to the weights.

Ever worked with the old weights, Jerry?

No, but I've got an awful feeling
you have.

- Well, I've done a bit, just a bit.
- Tom saw it on telly once.

Would you like to just clear? Round the
corner. I don't want you to get hurt.

Right, now, here's how it goes, right?

(Loud breathing)

Asthma?

You have to hate the bar.
That motivates you.

You're the jerk of "clean and jerk",
presumably.

Just watch, would you?

(Grunts)

(Grunts)

Shouldn't you have weights
on either end?

- There is that way of doing it.
- I'll put some on for you, shall I?

No, no, no. I don't wanna hog it all.

- You've certainly got all the gear.
- No, we haven't.

The bulk of the equipment's
arriving tomorrow.

- Bulk?
- Oh, yes.

If one is going to get fit,
one gets fit properly.

I'm only sorry that Finland
has let us down.

Oh, Margo. What has Finland done to you?

They won't deliver the sauna
for another three weeks.

- Having a sauna, are you?
- Yes.

Jerry, you sniggered
in that rather dubious fashion

when [ first mentioned getting a sauna.

Now Tom's doing it. Why?

Well...

What does "well" mean?

- Well...
- What are they talking about, Barbara?

Well...

You see, you all know.

The word "sauna"
obviously has another meaning for you.

It doesn't matter, Margo.
Just hope it snows for you.

Thank you, Tom,
but what has snow got to do with it?

Well, you dash out of the sauna
in the nuddy and roll about in the snow

and then Jerry gives you a bashing
with a birch twig.

He most certainly does not.

- Oh, damn.
- Jerry!

For your information,
this is a very serious attempt

to live as long as possible
by staying as healthy as possible.

Make sure you're still around
to collect your quarter share

in the Bank of England
when Jerry retires.

And enjoy it. I work damned hard.

Don't see why I shouldn't enjoy
some reward at the end of it all.

Hear, hear to that, Jerry.

If I had my way, the profit motive
would be a compulsory subject at school.

Money, money, money.

What are you going to live on
when you get old, eh? Parsnips?

(Chuckles)

(Chuckles)

- Come along in, Mr Good.
- Thank you very much, Mr Downs.

- Do sit down.
- Thanks.

Well, now, what can I do for you?

I like that. There's something
I've always liked about this bank.

And about you, Mr Downs,
if I may say so, personally.

You never lose sight of the fact that
you are a person and that I'm a person.

And although it is bank manager
vis-a-vis client,

you never lose sight of the fact
of that very important element

of respect for human dignity.

Oh, I see. You want a loan.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

I've been thinking of making provision
for my old age.

I try not to worry about it,
but it keeps coming back.

So I have come here with a positive
and concrete proposition in mind.

Excellent. Let's hear it.

I would like you to give me
�2,000 a year until I die.

- You want a gift?
- No, no, no, no.

I retire at 65, right?

I die at 85. That's 20 years.
�2,000 a year. That's �40,000.

And for that,
you get my house on my death.

- And where does your wife live?
- With me.

No. I meant after your death.

Ah, good point, good point.

Yes, we're going to have to add on
another 15 years, won't we?

Yes, now, 15 twos are... 30,

which brings us up to... what?

- �70,000.
- Yes.

Plus interest.

Of course. That's thinking on
the client's behalf again. I like that.

You pay me the money in lots of �2,000.

In the meantime, the bulk
of the money is earning me interest.

Look, I don't want to be a spoilsport.

Actually, I was referring to the
interest you would pay us on the loan.

Oh, that way round? Fair enough.
What would that be?

I think you could take 10%
as a convenient figure to work with.

Oh, uh, thank you.

Now...

um...

70,000 over 1.

Multiple by... Don't tell me.

Uh...

10 over 100. Now, um...

We cancel out the noughts. That's right,
cancel out the noughts. That gives us...

�700,000? No.

�7,000.

Of course. Now, where were we?

�77,000.

How did you get that figure, Mr Downs?

70,000 plus 7,000 equals 77,000.

Oh, of course, it would be added on,
wouldn'tit? Yes!

Look, look, um... Let's simplify things.

Now, say I take only 63,000
in the first place

and you keep the �7,000 as the interest.

But it's the bank's money
in the first place.

You're not losing sight of the house
in all this?

I was meaning
to make a point about that.

- Fire away.
- What's the current market price?

Oh, must be �25,000.

In effect, Mr Good,
you are asking the bank

to make you a loan of �70,000
which you intend to repay

by giving them a house worth �25,000.

I know what you're thinking,
you're going to lose �45,000.

Yes, it had crossed my mind.

Well, you won't. You will not.
Soaring house prices will see to that.

You could end up with a �100,000 house.
You could win.

Now, if I'm prepared
to take that gamble, aren't you?

How can I put this, Mr Good?
No, I'm not.

Why?

I'm sorry,
but the whole scheme in a business sense

is the product of infantile thinking.

- I hope you can support that statement.
- I'll have a stab at it.

Supposing your house were destroyed
by an act of God or a lorry.

- You could insure it.
- Thank you, thank you.

Supposing you and your wife don't die

quite so punctually
as you seem to think you will.

Oh, well, let's face it,
we wouldn't hang on much after 85.

My grandmother was 103 when she died.

Was she really?

Which following your principle
adds another �36,000 to this loan,

plus interest,
which brings it to �116,000.

Doesn't it all add up, eh?

Look, scrub round those figures.
Say you only give us �1,500 a year.

Mr Good, I've thoroughly enjoyed
this excursion into fantasy,

but, I'm sorry, we simply do not enter
into this kind of an arrangement.

Oh, well, there are other banks.

I didn't want to have to wave
the big stick,

but if they're more sympathetic,
you lose my account.

Take my word for it, any reputable bank
will give you the same answer.

- Would they?
- They would.

Fair enough. You've been honest with me,
and for that you keep my account.

- Thank you very much.
- How much is in there, by the way?

�3.87.

As much as that?

- As much as that.
- Right.

I'll have �3 of that out now
to get Barbara some flowers.

Now, where are we? Have you got
the old... Ah, there we are. Ta.

The 10th.

You may be a self-opinionated,
grumpy old fool,

but you do do some nice things.

They are lovely.

Of course, you know where he is now.

Having lunch with other bank managers
and they're all laughing at me.

Ah, well. It wasn't exactly
afinancially watertight idea, was it?

- Could have been.
- Was it?

No.

So we've had it.

You run the bath and I'll go
and get the electric fire.

- What?
- We've nothing to look forward to.

So we just jump in the bath,
in goes the electric fire and, flash,

we could have no troubles at all
by three o'clock.

- I don't believe in suicide.
- All right, then. I'll murder you.

Well, let's face it,
you'd be perfectly entitled to.

- That's what I'm doing to you.
- Now, sit down and listen to me.

- I am sitting down.
- Then just listen. Now, look.

We have years and years ahead of us
doing exactly what we want to do.

That is thousands and thousands of days.
Now, who else is that lucky?

- Um..
- Be quiet.

As long as you're preoccupied
with what is going to happen,

we're never going to enjoy
what is happening.

I know why you have these moods, Tom.
It's because you love me.

Bighead.

We can't have it both ways, now, can we?

So why don't we just get on with what
we've decided to do? It's smashing.

Ow!

- Why did you kick me?
- I always kick people who are right.

(Knocking)

- Oh, sorry.
- Its all right, Jerry. We're married.

What do you want?

I wonder if I could borrow
an adjustable spanner.

My wall bars have arrived.
Wanna fix them up.

My wall bars have arrived.
Wanna fix them up.

That's right, laugh.
All right, not as much as that.

Hasn't this joke worn a bit thin, even
for one of your limited intelligence?

It gets better. You are fast becoming
the Olga Korbut of Surbiton.

It's paying dividends. I bet I'm now
a damn sight fitter than you ever were.

- Fitter than me? Don't be ridiculous
- When did you last do any exercise?

When did I last do any exercise?

Every day, mate, out there.

- This is like teak, this is.
- Possibly from the neck up.

Oh, yes? You just feel that.

- No, you feel that.
- No, you feel that.

If you're going to be boisterous,
play in the garden.

I'd like to see you put
your ridiculous boast to the test.

- Any time you like.
- Any time you like.

- Right
- Right

Jerry, Tom.
Will you kindly lower your voices?

I can hear you in the avenue.
You sound like a couple of barrow boys.

It's all right.
All adolescents get growing pains.

- I'm just about fed up with it.
- With what?

Superman and his insidious sniping
at my attempts to keep fit.

Attempts is the word.

I must say, Tom, you are hardly
in a position to poke fun.

- Your frame borders on the corpulent.
- Corpulent?

- Margo, don't you start.
- Very well put, darling.

I could run you to exhaustion
any time I chose.

Oh, really? Well, let's see you.

Where are you going,
round and round the kitchen table?

Name the course and distance.

Up to the bandstand
on the common and back.

- What?
- Yes, too far for you, isn't it?

I was going to say it wasn't far enough.

I was going to say up to the bandstand,
round the golf course and back.

- Were you?
- Yes.

- Right
- Right

- Right
- Right

Margo, I'll stop mine
if you'll stop yours.

- I don't think they should be stopped.
- Oh?

No, I think there's something rather
fine and British about the whole thing.

A manly challenge issued and accepted

without resort to flick knives
and booting the shoe in

or whatever it is
the football hooligans do.

- Any time you like, Jerry.
- Any time you like.

- Don't start that again.
- Shall we say tomorrow, then?

I shall start the race at ten o'clock.

Now, if you'll excuse us. Come along,
Jerry. I want to talk tactics.

Jerry.

- Tactics won't save him!
- Will you stop acting like a big kid?

It's more than that.
This isn't just a race.

It's a contest between two lifestyles.

It's the rat race
versus self-sufficiency!

- Oh, well, in that case...
- What?

Just you make sure you win.

If he's not here in two minutes,
I shall claim the race for you.

Well, I had a feeling
when it came to it he wouldn't...

Good God.

Tom, what are you wearing?

Self-sufficiency shorts.
Made them last night.

Oh.

Can we get on with it?
I feel like a coiled spring.

Hello, Granddad.

Very well, then.
Gentlemen, to your marks.

Tom.

Oh!

Very well.
I shall give you "get set" and "go".

No, not yet! Not yet!

Oh, never mind. Let them go.
Shall we have a cup of tea?

- Right. But I have to have the watch.
- Start it.

I'll start it now.
Didn't they have a few seconds before?

Quits?

Quits.

Pub?

Pub.

Here they come. Here they come.

- Come on, Jerry!
- Come on, Tom.

- Come on, Jerry!
- Come on, Tom.

- Faster! Come on, faster!
- Come on, Tom!

- That's it, run!
- Come on!

MARGO: You're almost there!
- Come on!

Well done, Jerry.

- Honours even, Tom.
- Honours even.

- Bravo, both of you. Bravo.
- All back to the pavilion, eh, chaps?

- [ Wouldn't mind every Sunday.
- I'mon, Tom. I'mon.

MARGO: Well done, darling.

Oil

You've left your wallet in my cab.

Run.

- You cheats!
- Tom!

- How could you? Jerry, how could you?
- Tom!

- Traitors!
- Tom!

And so with Richard Briers and Paul Eddington
Jogging out of sight,

this special Royal edition
of The Good Life is over,

and the cast and many people connected
with the show are lined up on the studio floor.

And of course, many others are working
on the show now as you look at the pictures,

so they cannot be on the studio floor
to be presented to Her Majesty.

Sir Michael Swann conducts her down
to the floor.

James Gilbert now presents
to her John Howard Davis and his wife.

John is Head of Comedy/Light Entertainment

and has come back especially
to produce this show tonight.

And now Her Majesty has the cast
presented to her - the stars.

Richard Briers, Felicity Kendal.

That's Tom and Barbara.
Then Margo - Penelope Keith.

There she is. And Paul Eddington who's Jerry.

They've been in 30 shows together.

There's never been a cross word, [ gather,
and they're a real happy family.

And this certainly comes out in the show,
this atmosphere.

! gather this is the first situation comedy

the Queen has ever seen produced
in a television studio.

She's been to Royal Galas and Variety Shows,

but not a production like this
with its breaks between scenes

for camera and costume changes
and the occasional retakes necessary

because of slight fluffs by the actors
or for technical reasons.

There's George Cole.
He made a jolly good bank manager, didn't he?

And here are the two writers -
John Esmonde and Bob Larbey.

They first met at school
and in addition to The Good Life

they written television shows such as
Please Sir], Get Some In! and The Other One.

It's rather extraordinary: Bob lives in Clapham
and John in Ferring in Sussex

and each day they meet halfway
at a small office in Dorking.

There's Brian Jones, the production assistant
who fold you about the show.

He's worked on all The Good Life programmes

and other comedy series like The Liver Birds
and The Wodehouse Playhouse.

I think he must be a jolly tactful chap
to get someone to dig up their garden.

{ know { wouldn't

This is Paul Munting, the designer.
He's designed for all The Good Life shows.

And other shows like The Onedin Line
and Z Cars.

This is Ron Koplick the technical manager.

Joined the BBC in 1941.

He used to work as a dolly operator
in the good old days at Alexandra Palace.

Now for a very vital man,
this is Roger Fenner the senior cameraman,

and he and his crew
are in tremendous demand.

They do shows like The Onedin Line
and the Val Doonican live show.

And next to him Kevin White,
senior boom operator.

And this is very much a team effort

The Queen just looking round
for the microphones up there.

And this is a very important partnership
between these two, and vital to any show.

Peter Shepherd,
head of the costume department.

And he's come back especially for this show.

I gather that some of the clothes belong
to the cast and some of course to the BBC.

I'm sure some of Richard Briers' belong to him.
I don't think the BBC would have any like that.

This is Marianne Ford, make-up.

And she has a diploma in Art and Design
from Brussels University,

which is slightly unusual.

This is George Farmer, senior electrician.

He has a birthday the day after the Queen,
so I gather.

And then Ken Godden, studio engineer.

Joined the BBC way back in 1941.

But that's nothing, because Ron Has/er,
the scene supervisor,

joined as a page boy in 1936.

And so it's time
for the Queen and Prince Philip to leave

with final farewells from Sir Michael Swann.

A very happy picture there.

And there's the Duchess of Graff on
just entering the Rolls Royce.

(Engine starts)

And we hope that Her Majesty
and the Duke of Edinburgh

enjoyed this special edition of The Good Life.

And of course that you have too.

So good night from us all
at the BBC Television Centre.

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