Bank Holiday Page #2

(Guard's whistle blows)

- Bexborough?

- 253, platform five.

- What time?

- Join the queue over there.

- Art...

- Don't argue. Come on.

- Go on.

- Go on. Go on.

- Careful.

- Mind me... Oh, me hat!

- Here, go on, dear, follow your dad.

- All right, Mummy.

- 'Ere, where's Marina?

- l thought she was with you.

- What did you let go of her for?

- Marina!

Marina!

Marina! Marina!

Marina, come here this instant!

Arthur, Arthur,

Marina's gone down the convenience.

l can't be in two places at once.

Why don't you hang on to the kids?

Look after the place in the queue.

Mum, Mum, Ken's mucking about

with the chocolate machine!

Ken boy! Ken!

Come here this instance!

You keep the place in the queue.

Leave that be.

Spending your holiday money already!

Come here, give me that chocolate!

Give it here! Come here!

(Boys shouting)

You come here! Thank you, sir.

You know what children are.

Nearly knocking the gentleman over!

- Not at all, not at all.

- That's quite all right.

You behave yourself!

''Oh, not at all''!

What do you think you are? Lady Muck?

l only was pleased at finding

a young man be so polite.

Oh, me hair's coming down!

He must've thought l looked a scarecrow.

Shut it, he's got something better to do

than to look at you. Come on, kids.

One of these days. You wait!

- Push over, mate.

- What's your game? Take your turn!

You can see that stuff is ours.

Anybody with half an eye could.

- Get down the end, will you?

- 'Ere, come on, Arthur.

- Get out of it, will you?

- See the sorts we're mixing with?

We ought to have gone to Southend.

(Man on PA) Attention, please.

Next train for Bexborough,

number two platform.

Art! Art! 'Ere!

Art?

One moment, she's just coming now.

Hello, Geoffrey.

Look, l'm sorry, l'm still here.

l'm afraid l can't come yet.

Cath, you said you'd be here by two o'clock.

l've been at the station for ages.

Poor little Geoff, do forgive me.

But you see...

Surely those selfish blighters

will let you off on August bank holiday?

lt'll soon be over at this rate.

- Listen, Geoff, Dr Nicholls said l could go.

- Well, why haven't you, then?

Would you walk out

in the middle of an important job?

lf it meant keeping

a chap hanging about, l would.

Well, it's a matter of life and death.

Geoff, they operated this afternoon

and the patient hasn't come round yet.

All right.

But try and get a move on.

l say, Cath, what about the Grand?

lt's the best hotel in Bexborough.

Mm-hm. But Geoff,

won't it be rather expensive?

Hang the expense!

l've been saving up. l'm going to blue the lot.

No, Geoff.

Listen, l...l've got to go now.

Will you ring me back later?

All right, darling. Goodbye.

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