The Long Day Closes Page #4

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Why have you come?

Mr. Nicholls told me

to report late, sir.

Hmm.

[ Long Sigh ]

Come on.

In future be punctual.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Lice.

Clean.

Lice.

- Clean.

- [ Comb Rattles In Beaker ]

Clean.

[ Comb Rattles ]

[ Bud, Titch Laughing ]

[ Water Sloshing ]

[ Utensil Clanging ]

[ Titch ]

Oh! Christ, that's cold!

[ Laughing Continues ]

Okay, you can rinse it out now, Bud.

[ Gasps ]

Oh! God blimey, it's scaldin'!

Oh, you little sadist!

Can we go to the second house, Titch?

Give us a chance, will ya?

I haven't even looked at the Echo yet.

Anyway, what's on?

Can we see Young at Heart?

It's at the Forum.

Oh, I suppose so.

Oh, thanks, Titch.

- Go to Tyrers and get some sweets.

- What sort?

Eh, Mis Shapes. Go on.

The money's in me coat.

- [ Titch ] Are you ready?

- [ Bud ] Yeah.

Get your coat on. We don't want

to miss the beginning, do we?

Argh! Hey, Mam!

- Keep still!

- Aw, Titch!

Aw, it stinks!

- Do you prefer having nits?

- No.

Then you'll have to put up with the stink, won't ya?

There you are. All done.

[ Man ] All right, next.

- First wet, Albie!

- [ Mother ] All right, Edna?

Oh, I'm dead chocka.

Cook, wash, clean that's all I do.

I never go anywhere.

I'm like the bleedin' prisoner of Zenda.

- Look at them hands. Putrid.

- [ Footsteps ]

Hey, Mam, it's me dad.

Tell him his tea's in the oven

and I'll be in in a minute.

Little Billy isn't half going like you, isn't he?

I know, poor little swine.

You could chop wood with my face, couldn't ya?

God blimey, what nature has in store for us.

- Hello, girl.

- See what I mean?

- [ Women Laughing ]

- [ Titch ] Still on the electric, Curly?

- Nah, I spewed it.

- Why?

- He didn't like the fella, did he?

- How are you managing?

- Doin' foreigners.

- [ Edna ] Thank Christ.

Otherwise we'd be eatin' fuse wire.

[ Chuckles ]

He's full of rhythm, though, isn't he?

Yeah, like St. Vitus.

[ Imitating Peter Lorre ]

You must realize I don't even know who St. Vitus is.

Don't start doin' those stupid bleedin' impressions!

He does them good, though, doesn't he?

God blimey, don't encourage him.

If he thinks he's got an audience, he'll do it more.

I'm tormented enough.

[ Imitating Edward G. Robinson ]

Listen, kid, nobody torments you.

But I'm gonna torment you. Why?

- 'Cause I'm Little Caesar.

- Who's that?

Edward G. Robinson.

Sounds more like bleedin' Cardew Robinson.

He does it to annoy me.

Doesn't half get on me nerves.

Come on, girl, where's me scoff?

In the oven.

Steak and onions.

Oh, I had that last week.

If you're not careful, I'll hit you with it.

Isn't it bleedin' lively, turnin'

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