Ethel & Ernest Page #3

um... the doctor.

Oh... And?

- You mean?

- Mm.

- We're...?

- Yeah.

We're going to...?

Yippee!

- I can't believe it.

- Oh, Ette!

- Happy birthday, darling.

- Oh, Ernest.

And your card. They get bigger

every year. This one is all padded.

Bit my best present

isn't due until January.

- More tea, Ette.

- Mm-hm.

One more push, Mrs. Briggs.

Very good.

Goodness gracious me, what a fuss!

You'll wake the neighbours so you will.

Oh, my God! Ette!

Wait!

Steady now, Mr. Briggs.

You will surely not be bringing

those bottles into the birth room.

Sorry, Mrs.... Madam, nurse.

- Is she...?

- It's a boy.

- Is she...?

- Mother is well.

Oh, thank God for that.

Get as much rest as you

can now, Mrs. Briggs.

Baby is doing fine.

Thank you, Doctor.

Hello, Doctor.

Ette.

Oh, Ernest.

Oh!

- When was it?

- About five.

I was just doing Ashland Grove.

Nearly ran out of stelerized.

How do you feel? You

look... you look done in.

Tired.

It's all red.

He. It's a he.

Oh, yes.

Mr. Briggs, a word.

Yes, Doctor.

- It was touch-and-go.

- Oh?

Your wife is 38.

There had better not be any more.

But we wanted a proper family.

More children, no more wife.

I'm sorry.

Good day to you.

Right a bit, Ette. Don't want

the nappies in the picture.

That's it.

Hold it.

I don't have to tell you to smile.

This MP's pleading a

working-class flat should be

built with bathrooms. Labour MP, of course.

They always say if you give

the working-class a bath,

they keep the coal in it.

Oh, yeah? I haven't noticed

much coal in our bath.

Ernest! We are not working class!

Ha!

Oh, it's you.

- Hello, Ette. I've come to see the baby.

- Hm.

Come in.

Oh, how are you, duck?

Ernest, it's your stepmother...

again.

Hello, Mum.

I brought you a couple bottles of stout

and some coal.

Oh, thanks.

Thanks, Mum. No need.

Now, where's my little boy?

Oh, ain't he grown?

This is the BBC in London...

- What?

- ...now follows the news.

German Chancellor Adolf Hitler

announced today new laws that

will forbid Jews remaining

as German citizens...

Hey, Ern, turn that

blessed wireless thing off.

I don't want that man hear what I'm saying.

Prime Minister Chamberlain said

that a new meeting's

going to be held...

Here, Ette, did you know

if you're a Jew in Germany,

you are forbidden to marry a German?

Hm?

I would hate to marry a German.

No...

Cor! This gas copper is a real luxury.

Just turn the tap and strike a match.

BBC's going to start television

later this year.

What's that when it's at home?

Well, it looks like a wireless

set with pictures on top of it.

Moving pictures?

Talkies?

Yeah.

It'll be like going to the

pictures without going out.

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