Ethel & Ernest Page #2

That's nice, dear.

I should be done about 12 and then

I can get going on that old range.

I'll be glad to see the back of that thing.

It's a pig, duck.

One of those nice, new gas

cookers, that's what we need.

Oh!

Careful, Ernest!

Whoa-oh!

Any old iron, any old iron

Any, any, any old iron

You look neat, talk about a treat

You look dapper from your

napper to your feet...

Ernest, don't sing those

dreadful cockney songs.

Dressed in style, brand-new tile

And your father's old green tie on

But I wouldn't give you tuppence

for you old watch and chain

Old iron, old iron.

All right!

Hey!

Oh.

That's done the job.

That's it, smashing bed.

Nearly new. Mahogany, I think.

Whoop!

Good springs, look.

Newlyweds need good springs.

Come and try it out, darling.

Certainly not, Ernest.

It's broad daylight.

- I finished a new draining board, darling!

- Oh, lovely.

Fits over the edge.

Removable before cleaning.

What, with that and the new cooker...

We're in clover!

There. Bang on!

Ugh! It says here over

two million unemployed.

I'm lucky to be a milkman, Ette.

I hate coal under the stairs.

Coal dust gets everywhere

and it's so common.

Ha! I'll build a brick

bunker in the garden, then.

That'd be lovely.

What do you reckon,

Ette? Ho-ho-ho!

Oh, Ernest, it's far too big.

I'll make some nice loose covers.

Came out of a posh hotel. A bargain!

I've made a curtain for under

the tank. It'll hide the pipes.

I'll keep my outdoor clothes

there. The pipes will dry them off.

Oh, but your coats smell

of stale milk, Ernest.

Yeah, sorry.

Do you think you'll ever be promoted?

I blooming fear. Not me.

Yard foreman, stuck in a tin shed

all day, adding up rows of figures?

Blow that for a lark. I like the fresh air!

I could have married...

a deep-sea diver.

- Well, why didn't you?

- Because...

I didn't love him.

Why do you keep that picture

of a baby on the wall?

Why do you think?

Well, it's not a relative, is it?

We've been married over two years.

I'll soon be 37.

Oh. Eh.

Don't cry.

I'm sorry.

- Oh, shush, shush, shush.

- Mm.

I know. I know.

Evening Standard. Night news, night news.

Hitler wins power in Germany.

- Here you go, Rich.

- Ta, Ern.

- Evening Standard. - Oh, no.

- Hitler wins power in Germany.

This bloke, Adolf Hitler,

says they're publishing his book over here.

- Mein Kampf, it's called.

- Oh!

That's nice of him.

Huh?

Ette!

- Surprise, dear.

- Oh.

- New mirror!

- It's lovely.

How ever did you get it home?

- I walked it back on my bike pedal.

- How much was it?

Only half a dollar. I got

it off of didicoy down-home.

I've got a surprise for you too.

- Oh, yes?

- I've been to...

Rate this script:5.0 / 2 votes