Pennies from Heaven Page #4

Where on earth do you think you are,

a fairground?

Come here, boy.

Put out your hands.

Mr. Warner.

One word...

...one sound, that's all.

One further sound from any one of you...

...and....

And tonight I want you to study your

spelling because you missed that word.

-Spell "blue."

-B-L-U-E.

All right, now you study.

Good afternoon.

Bye.

Hello.

Hello.

I hope you don't mind...

...but I had to see you again,

Miss Everson.

I don't mind.

I thought maybe a little drive?

I could take you home.

That would be very nice.

Your carriage awaits, madame.

I haven't offended you, I hope.

I'm not very at ease with people.

Men, I mean.

That's all right, honey.

I got enough moxie for both of us.

You won't tell lies, will you?

Arthur?

Not if I can help it.

And you're not married, are you?

Do I look like a married man?

I even got a hole in my sock.

Sometimes....

-What's the matter?

-I feel as if I'm suffocating in this house.

I don't feel I can stick it out much longer.

I know what you mean.

Oh, they're good, my family, really.

They're good. It's just that...

...since my mother died...

...things aren't the same anymore,

and we're all very different...

...from each other.

It's hard to believe

that fella's your brother.

Really? In what way?

Well, there's something delicate

about you, Eileen.

I mean, it's not--

It's....

I don't know how to say it.

It's something hesitating.

Not in that way. It's more like--

I don't know.

It's not any one thing.

It's everything all together.

Especially when you look sideways.

Do I look sideways?

Oh, no. I mean, not exactly sideways.

No, I mean...

...you ain't got a squint or anything.

You don't see two of me.

But I wouldn't mind seeing two of you.

My wife says--

Arthur.

God rest her soul.

Arthur.

That's why I hate motorcycles.

You mean...?

Oh, God. When I think about it....

It was three years ago last...

...Tuesday.

The senseless waste!

Her broken, young body.

Arthur. Don't cry, Arthur. Don't.

Don't, Arthur. Don't.

She was looking

in a butcher shop's window.

She knew how I liked lamb chops.

And then...

...this motorcycle, out of control.

-Arthur--

-Oh, Eileen.

-No, Arthur. No, l--

-Oh, Eileen.

-Arthur, no.

-Oh, Eileen.

This is the first time I've felt anything

since that day.

No, I'm scared.

I never--

Arthur, I never--

Oh, Eileen, take the pain away.

Oh, please.

Take the pain away, Eileen.

Please. Please.

I'll try. I'll try.

I'll try, Arthur. I'll try.

Arthur.

Poor Arthur. Poor....

Arthur?

No, it's Dracula.

Oh, thank God you've come back.

You trying to be funny?

-I thought you'd gone forever.

-I have. I've gone.

-What do I get here in that bed of nails?

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