Woman in a Dressing Gown Page #3

Oh, I do think Billy Dean's marvellous,

don't you, Hilda?

- Good night, Hilda. Good night, Harold.

- Night, Hilda.

The key.

- Night, Harold.

- Night.

I don't think I'll bother with my hair

tonight. I'm too tired.

- (Door shuts)

- Oh, that'll be Bri.

- That you, Bri?

- (Brian) Yes, Mum.

There's some cold meat in the cupboard

and cheese. Pie if you want it.

Oh, no, the pie's all gone.

Don't take too much milk. I'm short.

- Did you have a good time tonight, son?

- Oh, yes, sonic.

Good night, love.

Good night, Mum. Good night, Dad.

Night, Brian.

Mm. I shan't need any rocking tonight.

What were you gonna say to me

at the Cricketers tonight?

Just before Hilda came in.

Did you notice how unhappy she was?

Reckon she'd been rowing with Harold.

Did you notice?

- She did seem a bit off.

- A bit?

They're heading for trouble, those two.

The clock's on for seven, all right?

I can see it coming.

It's the baby I feel sorry for.

- (Grunts) You look tired.

- Hm.

Don't let's talk tonight, mm?

(Yawning) Whatever it is,

it can wait till tomorrow, can't it?

Yes. Yeah, it can wait.

Mm.

Mm.

Don't forget to put out the lights, Bri!

(Brian) OK, Mum.

- Night, Jimbo.

- Night.

(Clock ticking)

(Vehicle sounds horn)

(Jazz plays on radio)

Breakfast, Jimbo!

(Vehicle sounding horn)

And as requested, we have pleasure

in enclosing price list

for specially selected

quality imported softwoods.

Thanking you for your past business

and assuring you of our desire

to be of service at all times,

we are yours faithfully, et cetera.

That's all, Miss Barlow.

(Ship's horn sounding)

You didn't tell her?

- Georgie...

- No, Preston.

Please don't try and explain.

(Whispers) Please don't.

(lndistinct chatter)

(Ship's horn)

I waited lunch for you.

Where have you been?

Been offered a new job.

I... I went to see about it.

(Clock chiming)

(Clock chiming)

- Come on, you can buy me a pint.

- No.

All you think you have to do

is put your hand on my arm

and say, "Come on, you can buy me

a pint" and I'll come running.

- No, Preston.

- Georgie, all day I wanted to explain.

What is there to explain? You can't

tell her, that's all. You can't tell her!

I tried to tell her

but it just wasn't the right moment.

Oh, it's no good, Preston.

I don't mean to keep putting it off,

but it's got to be the right moment.

You think I don't understand? I do.

We can't go on like this!

Georgie!

If only she was different,

it would be easier to tell her.

But Amy isn't a bad person.

In her own way, she tries.

She wasn't always like this.

When we were first married, she was...

Perhaps it's my fault.

The thing is, I never noticed

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