The Long Day Closes Page #3

[ Boys Chattering, Shouting ]

[ Indistinct Conversations ]

Are you Povey?

- I thought it was Povey.

- Are you from Bernard Street?

No. Canon Kennedy's.

Who's a fruit then? Eh?

[ Thwacking ]

[ Man ] That's just to show you who's boss.

I'm Mr. Nicholls.

You play ball with me...

and I'll play ball with you.

[ Woman ] Seconds!

[ Footsteps ]

I'm from Canon Kennedy.

Who's the fruit then? Eh?

[ Chuckles ]

Povey.

[ Latin ]

[ Shouting, Chattering ]

[ Indistinct Conversation ]

[ Kevin ] So what did he say to you?

It's a bit strong, isn't it?

What do you think of that?

- Have a smell of that.

- It's too strong.

All right, I won't put it on.

- I paid for that!

- Where did you get it?

[ Indistinct ]

Well, did you get me stuff for me?

Yeah, two pairs nylons, 15 denier

American Tan, fully fashioned

pan stick, and nail varnish.

- Majestic Red?

- Yeah.

Imperial Leather, Picturegoer, and Picture Show.

- Evening in Paris?

- They didn't have any.

Oh, what am I gonna do?

I haven't got

Here, Titch. You can have a bit of mine.

Pity it's not Chanel.

- Once in love

- With Amy

[ Both ]

Always in love with Amy

- Leave her alone, you two.

- Take no notice of them, Amy.

They're just lettin' the soft out.

Her lips are much too close to mine

Take care, my foolish heart

Bud, would you go get us a packet of ciggies?

Aah!

[ Man ] Is this 18 Kensington?

- I'm looking for Mona.

- [ Titch ] No, it bloody well isn't!

This is 18 Kensington Street.

Kensington's the main road.

- There's no Mona here.

- Go on, frig off!

Thank you.

[ Excited Chattering ]

[ Children Singing ]

- See ya, Bud, lad.

- Good night.

[ Titch ] See ya, Bud.

Mam said don't be late.

[ Bud ]

If you shine the torch up into the night sky...

the light goes on forever.

[ Mother ] Who says?

[ Bud ]

Our teacher.

[ Mother ] Me and my shadow

Walking down the avenue

Go on up, lad.

I'll bring the cocoa.

Oh, thanks, Mam.

- And when it's 12:00

- [ Liquid Pouring ]

- We climb the stairs

- [ Utensils Clattering ]

We never knock

'Cause nobody's there

Just me

And my shadow

All alone and feeling blue

[ Man On Radio ] This is the BBC Home Service.

Lift up your hearts.

Our speaker this week...

is the Reverend [ Continues, Indistinct ]

Come on, you four. Make a shape.

It's well past 7:00.

- [ Choir Singing On Radio ]

- Jesus tonight, it's cold!

[ Continues ]

Hey, Bud, will you do me back for me?

[ Brushing Teeth, Spits ]

[ Mother ] You'll soon be grown up...

won't you, lad?

[ Continues ]

Go on, get washed, and I'll bring you your tea and toast.

Okay, Mam.

[ Mr. Nicholls ]

You're late.

Report to Mr. Bushell,

the headmaster...

and then go upstairs to the nurse in room 10.

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