Alfie Page #2

I took over 50 on the till.

Isn't that wonderful?

What's so wonderful?

It ain't your money.

I like to think of them doing well.

It keeps me busy.

It's time you started that fiddle,

playing the piano on the till.

Alfie, I couldn't.

That's the only till in London

that ain't bent.

Luigi and his wife

treat me like family.

All the more reason to do 'em.

Alfie, I'm happy as I am.

You could still be happy

with a few hundred quid in the bank.

Now, look.

The one thing you've got to get

into that head of yours

is that nobody helps you

in this life.

You've got to help yourself.

If you fiddled five bob a day,

you'd have 200 nicker

on one side by now.

Money isn't everything.

Only people who ain't got none

say that.

I've had a fiddle

on every job I've done.

A fiddle gives you an interest

in your work.

I believe that everybody should

take an interest in their work.

There's another little job done.

- You sound cheerful, Elkins.

- Some mornings, I feel chirpy.

Yeah? Not all that chirpy

on what I'm paying you.

You must be working a nice fiddle.

That's defamation of character.

I'll report you.

Come off it. How do you think

I got where I am?

I'm quite satisfied

as long as you do the job well.

But don't get greedy,

otherwise you'll kill the goose.

I tumbled at once.

I shouldn't whistle.

Never be cheerful

if you're doing a fiddle.

You're getting careless.

You can say that again.

Little Gilda, she's pregnant.

- No! How long?

- Couple of months.

You ain't thinking

of getting married?

Me, in my state of health?

Sorry, full up.

Room for just one more inside.

Humphrey, I'm glad it's your bus.

- Are you?

- I haven't seen you for so long.

You don't need flinging down stairs

to know you're not welcome.

- I'm sorry.

- That's alright.

- I've missed our little chats.

- Have you?

Two six pennies,

when you've got the time!

Ta.

I've never seen you looking lovelier.

Still can't get you out of my mind.

How's... How's Alfie these days?

He's fine.

Mind you, it doesn't hurt

like it used to.

- What doesn't?

- The old heartache.

Still, I wouldn't be without it.

You haven't got engaged

or anything like that, have you?

No, nothing like that.

He doesn't rush into things, Alfie.

I don't expect you'll ever need me.

But if you do, I'll always be there.

Bye, Gilda.

God bless.

- Hello, Alfie.

- You're late, girl.

I ran all the way.

Any news? Any reports from the front?

No. It doesn't look like it.

We've got to do something

about this little lot.

I've tried everything.

You're taking stuff on the quiet?

You don't wanna make yourself ill.

Alfie.

- You're getting cooey lately.

- I'm sorry.

And in a way you're more bossified,

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