Shine on Harvey Moon (1982) s04e06 Episode Script

- Oi, you.
D'you live here? - What? Course I do.
Come on.
Give us a hand.
Clear up.
- Yeah, I'll put the Hoover round.
- No, you won't put the Hoover round.
That's fun.
- All right.
I'll read my comic.
- You won't read that comic.
- You haven't looked at it since 1945.
- I read it sometimes.
Stanley, would you please give me a hand? Now! And not like a bull at a gate! Just do it quietly, please.
- Have you heard of that word? - Yes.
It all comes out the same if you take it quietly or not.
Oh, come on! You've got an answer for everything, you.
Ohh! I don't know why I let you put these things here in the first place anyway.
Why d'you bother to clear up? Whose is this? Oh! That was um - It was - Yeah? He was Australian.
What did he do, sleep in it? Well, Stanley, he Shut up! - Hello! What are you doing with that hat on? - We found it, here.
- He met my bus.
- What, head on? How chivalrous.
- Hello.
- Hello, Mrs Moon.
- He can have his tea here, can't he? - Not yet he can't! - What are you doing? - Spring cleaning.
- It ain't spring! - Don't worry.
It won't be clean neither.
- I'm starving.
- I ain't seen one of these for years.
- You got over your hiding? - Never felt better.
- He's going to give it up, ain't you? - What I said.
I should think it'd put you off boxing, - getting done over by a bloke's second.
- All right, all right.
It's funny, ending up in the same hospital, eh? - Yeah.
How is Veronica? - She's going to be all right.
They're keeping her in for a couple of days, in case.
- What's she want, a boy or a girl? - I'd like a daughter, myself.
- Are you and Maggie going to have a baby? - No, Stanley.
Babies are for married people.
You know that.
- Yeah, well, Veronica ain't married.
- She will be by the time her baby's born.
- Is he marrying her? - Before she has the baby? That's what he said.
Thought he looked a bit simple.
Mum, where's my tea? I have not got you your tea because I am up to my ears in your comics, and I'm tired.
Sis? Oh, no.
I'm tired and all.
Right, then.
I'll do it.
Here, which shop did you buy him in? - What are you doing? - I'm not going.
- You're not going to shul? - No.
I feel I don't know.
I've got a headache.
I didn't sleep so well.
- Erich, are you all right? - I'll live.
Ah, it was one of those nights when you can't stop thinking.
You're exhausted, but your thoughts run away with you.
- Thoughts about what? - The past.
What else have I got to think about? Erich, some people think about the future, you know.
You can choose your thoughts? You're lucky.
Well, sounds to me like you have a guilty conscience.
- I have nothing to feel guilty about.
- No, no.
No, of course not.
Saints have nothing to feel guilty about.
- Frieda! - Erich, I was joking.
Listen, I'm going.
- Where? - To an exhibition.
It finishes today.
No.
Please.
There's nothing in the Talmud that says I can't enjoy an exhibition on a Saturday.
I can't think of anything.
You go.
Enjoy your pictures.
I will.
See you later.
(Clock ticks) Here! You all right? - Harvey - You shouldn't run up and down all these stairs.
You'll give yourself an heart attack.
Is Frieda with you? No, she's out.
I just popped downstairs to pay the rent (Sobs) Oh, Harvey.
Excuse me, but there are three people wandering around, and no one's been near me.
- D'you want me to go out looking like this? - Oh, no! Janice? - Are you still the boss? - Yeah.
- Why are you sweeping up, then? - Well, someone's got to.
Where's that fat girl with the funny eye that usually sweeps up? - She had to go to hospital.
- Oh, nothing contagious, I hope? - Oh, no, it's a lump.
- Oh, dear.
Don't fret, Mrs Starr.
She's only having a baby.
- I didn't know she was married.
- Fair dos.
She didn't know she was pregnant.
- (Kettle whistles) - Oh! Excuse me.
Have you got a kettle to rush off to, or are you going to see to my head? Ohh! God, I hate that old bag.
And there's nothing I can do to her hair.
It's got a mind of its own.
Oh, leave her alone.
Let her go somewhere else.
Come on.
This one's on us.
God, I'm fed up.
- Shall I get Daisy in? - No! No, leave her where she is.
Yeah.
She's not as much fun as Veronica.
- You never liked Veronica.
- Yes, I did! Oh, I'm really fed up.
If I were run over by a tram tomorrow, who'd miss me? Well, I expect the driver'd be a bit shaken up.
No, really.
Who'd care? Well, you've got Maggie and Stanley.
Oh, they're going to be grown up and buggering off before you know it.
- You've got this place.
- Yeah, I know.
Oh, Janice, I don't want to grow old and die and end up nothing but a footnote in the Hairdressers Journal.
(Sighs) Harvey! Hello, love.
- You were waiting for me? - Yeah.
I went to this wonderful exhibition.
D'you want a cup of tea? It was so exciting! I wish you'd been able to come.
Where's Erich? Where's Erich? (Sighs) What is it? What's happened? It was his heart.
Um Mum found him.
The doctor said he didn't feel any pain.
I I had to ring for an ambulance.
I hope you don't mind me Christ, what a stupid thing to say.
- Where is he now? - Well, I don't I want to see him, Harvey.
I want I want to see him.
There There'll have to be a postmortem.
Oh, God.
Look, you mustn't blame yourself.
You don't understand.
He didn't go to the synagogue this morning.
I mean, I could have been here, Harvey.
- He wouldn't have died alone.
- Well.
(Birds sing) What was it they said he died of, in the end? A brain haemorrhage.
Oh.
Of course.
That's like an heart attack, only in the head, innit? Uh yeah.
I suppose.
- Didn't he have any mates? - No.
No, I don't think he had many friends.
But Frieda said there'd be some men here, from his church.
It's a pity, isn't it? Him not having any family.
Yeah.
No, they all went in the war.
You know, in the - Oh.
Yeah.
- Yeah.
Now, this is a very youthful style, madam.
Oh, I don't know.
It doesn't do anything for me.
It's much too severe.
- Well, how about a wide brim, then? - No.
Oh, I think I'll think about it.
Madam.
- Silly old cow.
- Now, Maggie.
The customer is always right.
How can she be if she can't make her mind up? - What was the problem? - She wants something to make her look young.
We're in the millinery business, Maggie, not the Magic Circle.
You know, there are times when I envy your mother's profession.
Do you? At least when people visit a hairdresser, they're not just looking.
- She says she gets her share of messes.
- Nonetheless.
You know, Maggie, I've been in ladies' hats for nearly 30 years.
Ah, not you and all, Leo.
Mum's been going on about how boring life is, same old routine.
- It's like a gramophone record.
- Well, Howard's broken with the old routine.
- Oh, no.
- He's accepted a post in Nottingham.
- Where's that? - Exactly.
I tried talking him out of it, but I think he's bored too.
Can I go, then? Oh, yes, of course.
Right.
I'll see you later.
- Maggie? - Yeah? How would you feel about working somewhere else? - What? - There's a vacant shop in Piccadilly.
Piccadilly? Just cos that silly old cow May I try the one on again, with the Robin Hood feather? - The jaunty one? - Certainly, madam.
- Now, may I? - Yes.
My God.
His diploma from the gymnasium! I didn't know Erich brought this to England.
I never had Erich down as an athletic type.
No, a gymnasium is a type of school.
Oh! Right.
Hey, what's this? It's all in German.
Erich Gottlieb, qualified baker and pastry chef, first class.
Oh, he was so proud of this.
Look, I can sort all this out on my own, if it's too much for you.
No, I want to.
- He was a tidy sort, wasn't he? - Oh, we all were.
At home, my father used to inspect our rooms, like the army.
- Erich always passed muster, eh? - Erich was a soldier.
- You're kidding? - Of course not.
He was a cook in the Great War, in the Austrian Imperial Army.
I suppose he would have been.
Oh, he looked so wonderful in his uniform.
- I suppose I was about six or seven - I never thought of him like that.
I thought he was wonderful.
I'll never forget when we were all down here, and he got up, and he sang that song.
He had a lovely singing voice.
It's a funny language, though, innit? - What, Jewish? - Mm.
What about that rabbi, eh? I mean, he was swaying backwards and forwards so hard, I'm surprised his hat never fell off.
You're talking about a man of the cloth.
Well, he was rattling off his prayers so fast I thought he must have a train to catch.
Yeah, well, perhaps he had another do to go to.
I mean, people die every day, don't they? - He must be very busy.
- Mm.
- It makes you think, though - What? - Well, Jesus probably spoke like that.
- How do you know? Well, he was Jewish, wasn't he? Of course he wasn't! He was a Christian! Anyway, I thought you said Frieda wasn't religious.
Well, no, she's not, I suppose.
She just wanted to do what Erich would have wanted.
- Poor old Harvey.
- Eh? Well, Erich never wanted him and Frieda to get involved, did he? What's that got to do with it? Well, now that he's gone think they'll get on with it? Well, after a decent interval.
- Well, that's fine.
Then we can get on with it.
- Eh? Well, when she's married and off, you don't want to live up here in the roof by yourself? - It's a funny time to propose, innit? - Eh? Anyway, we'll have to wait for a decent interval too, Geoff.
I mean, he was my landlord.
One minute he was right as rain, next minute he's gone.
Eh? Who? Harvey's girlfriend's brother.
Oh, yeah.
Only 52.
Well, he looked a sight older.
Well, he probably spent too much time fretting over nothing.
(Sighs) God, either we're rushed off our feet or we don't see a human face for hours on end.
- Morning, Rita.
- Well, it's hardly human, but it'll do! - I beg your pardon? - We was just talking about you! - Janice dreamt about you last night.
- What? Ha, ha! That's funny.
I thought I was tired when I woke up.
Shall I go to the pictures or something? (Laughs) No, you make Alastair a nice cup of tea.
- Right, then, Rita.
- Here we go.
- This is a new idea.
- It always is.
Always been sold in chemists, but I think this will revolutionise ladies' hairdressing.
Yeah, well I think it's up to the gent to take precautions.
Rita, I am talking about a major business opportunity.
No, you're talking about a load of codswallop you've got in your case.
- I am talking about cosmetics.
- Oh, yeah? Vanishing cream.
No label? Knocked off, is it? No, Rita.
Please.
That is an original potion.
- You see, I make it up - Ah! It's a nice smell.
on a one-ring gas burner in digs in Reading.
Don't break my heart! No, I mean, I own the formula.
- Really? - Yeah.
An old lady in Maidenhead used to make it up to sell on the WI stall.
But she's got terrible arthritis now, so I gave her a fiver for her stock and the formula.
Nobody else knows it.
You can sell that for 1/9 a jar, but we make it for fourpence.
Did you say "we"? Yeah.
I don't want to sell you anything this month, Rita.
I want us to be partners.
I thought we were talking cosmetics.
Yeah, well, we are.
- Why me? - Because you're a very good businesswoman.
And you've got a kitchen.
Oh, it's a nice smell.
Is it French? Yeah, course it is.
Straight from Paris.
Thought so.
You can always tell, you know.
Well? What do you think? - (Knocks) - Frieda? - Yes? - Someone to see you.
- Miss Gottlieb? - Yes.
Oh, hello.
Could I have a word with you, please? I'm afraid it's not a very good time.
This is a house of mourning for my brother.
Oh, yes, I know.
I was so sorry to hear about it.
That's why I'm here.
Do you mind if I sit down a minute? What a lovely house.
Well, um what did you want to speak to me about? Well, I I wanted to pay my respects while you were still sitting shiva.
- You knew Erich? - Mm.
Very well.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Then it was very kind of you to come.
Have you had to travel far? - Manchester.
- Manchester? But you know your brother stayed in Manchester when he arrived in England? - No.
- He lived at Cheetham Hill.
Lived there? That's where most of the Jewish people live in Manchester.
So when I saw the announcement in the Jewish Chronicle, I had to come.
Ah then you really knew Erich quite well? - You've no idea, have you, love? - Obviously not.
I'm Joan Gottlieb, your sister-in-law.
Erich's widow.
I'm sorry it had to come as such a shock, love.
No, no.
You You don't understand.
I mean, Erich would have told me.
Are Are you sure you have the right Erich Gottlieb? Because really, Erich would have told me.
Well, he might not.
You see, I'm not Jewish.
Oh, then you must have the wrong Erich Gottlieb.
Oh I - When was this? - 28th March, 1938.
It was a particularly fine day for March.
That's Cheetham Hill registry office.
Have you ever been to Manchester? But Erich would never get married in a registry office.
He was very low when I met him.
And so lonely.
He needed somebody, and so did I.
My first husband was killed in an accident.
I was going to convert to your religion, but as you know, that takes three years, and neither of us wanted to wait that long.
So - We did have problems.
- Oh, I can imagine.
He still went to shul every Saturday morning, but a lot of them didn't like it.
They treated him like an outcast.
So Erich and I decided we'd move out a bit, and get away from the pressure.
We went to Whitefield, which is just outside Manchester.
I had some savings, and um we started a bakery.
It was quite successful, but things never really worked out with Erich and me.
He was very kind, but Well, to tell you the truth, I'm not that religious, and it was always a shadow between us.
You got divorced? Well, we were going to, when we'd sold the bakery.
But by then we were living apart, and next thing I knew, Erich had disappeared.
Gone to London.
- So you lost contact? - Exactly.
(Sighs) I I just I don't understand it.
I mean, why didn't Erich tell me? Oh, I don't blame him.
He felt so guilty.
I think he just wanted to pretend that none of it had ever happened.
Well, he was living here when I came from Vienna.
Anyway, I thought I'd better come and see you, and maybe give you a hand.
There'll be a lot to sort out, won't there? I'm sorry? Well, you see, Frieda, when we sold the bakery in Manchester Erich never paid me the money back.
- (Door bangs) - We shut, ages ago! LEO: You should have locked the door.
It's past eight o'clock.
It's never! Stan's going to be home soon.
Here, hang on.
- It's all right, I'll come through.
- No! What are you doing? - Ah secret.
- Is it now? Rita, I've found a new shop.
- I didn't know you were looking.
- I wasn't, not really.
I stumbled across the advertisement in the Star.
And believing as I do that procrastination is the thief of time, I went straight to see the estate agent.
It's a corner site in Vigo Street, near Piccadilly.
- That's marvellous! - I think so.
It's bigger than the Holborn shop, but with the money I'd get for selling that and my house, plus what my partner would bring in, I'm confident we could do it.
- So I've made a provisional offer.
- God, you don't hang about, do you? - I've got to go, love.
- All right, I'll walk with you.
- What, no car? - No, I've used my petrol allowance.
- Oh, well, not to worry.
- I think it'll be a huge success.
- What will? - The new shop.
Half milliner, half hairdresser.
Oh, now that's a good idea.
I know.
Well, what do you think? Well, I think if anyone can do it, love, you can.
- We can.
- We? Half milliner's, half hairdresser's.
I don't do hair.
Oh.
It never rains but it pours.
Oh, dear, oh, dear.
Who'd have thought that he had it in him? I know.
It's incredible.
Still, I suppose he must have been really lonely when he came here from Vienna, and this woman was obviously a very beautiful young girl.
That's why he had such a needle with you and me.
- Hm.
- He married out himself.
And now she wants her pound of flesh.
Maybe she's entitled to it.
She'll probably get the house as well, you know.
And if her money started the bakery Harvey, can you find out what my legal rights are? I'll have to ask down the office.
I think it's diabolical.
I mean, her showing up like this.
Oh, Erich Erich, how could you do this to me? No, no, no.
The 242 didn't come in till the end of the 1920s.
Mm.
Well, I like the 042 better than the one with the little wheels up the front.
- Yeah they're called bogeys.
- Nan don't like me saying that.
Do you, Nan? - What? - That word.
- What word? - You know.
Little things up the front of trains.
- What, you mean the buffers? - No, bogeys.
- Geoffrey Barratt! - See? I told you.
- Big a kid as he is.
- I shall take that as a compliment.
Here, Stanley, how would you like to come on the footplate some day? - What, on a proper train? - Oh, I think I can fix it, if your dad agrees.
- Him? I could rob a train for all he cares.
- Stanley.
Mum's just as bad.
She spends so long down the shop, I'm surprised she don't move in.
- And if you ask me - I don't think anyone was asking you.
Oh, that's nice, Vi.
It's going to be a matinée coat for Veronica's baby.
Nan! It'll be years before it's old enough to go to the flicks.
(Train whistles) Miss Gottlieb didn't want to come herself? It's not that she didn't want to.
I'm er handling matters for her.
Oh.
Are you a solicitor? Not exactly.
More a close friend of the family.
Oh.
I didn't think there were any family.
I thought they'd all disappeared during the war.
When I say family, I mean Miss Gottlieb and her brother.
- Ah.
You knew Erich, then? - Of course.
He was a nice man, wasn't he? - Wouldn't hurt a fly.
- Well, that's what I always thought.
That's why I was a bit surprised that he seems to have well, let you down, a bit.
Oh, I'm sure he would have got in touch sooner or later.
He left it a bit late, didn't he? Oh, I've got great faith in human nature, Mr Moon.
Perhaps he was just waiting to see what his sister would do, whether she married or not.
Anyway, as you are handling things for her, what's the next step? Well, to answer that, I'll need to know exactly what you're looking for.
Ah.
Yes.
Well.
Look, I know this is a very difficult time for Miss Gottlieb.
Yes.
- I don't want to appear mercenary or heartless.
- Of course you don't.
Because it's very awkward, really.
Too true.
Well, the best thing is to leave well enough alone.
Eh? Oh, I don't think so, Mr Moon, because I understand that my husband didn't leave a will.
So, as we were never divorced, I'm his next of kin quite apart from the fact that I did put up the money for the original business.
So I think the bakery down here is rightfully mine.
I don't want to run it as a business, you understand.
I want to sell it.
As for the house, I think that part of that's probably mine too.
In law, of course.
Naturally, I don't want to rush anything.
I want to give Miss Gottlieb all the time she needs to make the necessary arrangements.
Have you got any documents concerning the Whitefield bakery? Of course.
We had the loan drawn up properly.
There's the agreement.
Can I have another chocolate éclair, please, love? (Train whistles) (Steam hisses) That was brilliant, Uncle Geoff! We must have been going near 100 miles an hour! (Laughs) 15, anyway! This is nothing compared to the locos Geoffrey used to take out.
- Just an old shunter.
- Really? Don't fill the boy's head with ideas, Chas.
Don't he know you broke the London to Norwich speed record? Yeah, got ticked off for it and all.
- Why? - It was supposed to be a stopping train! Come on, let's go and have a cup of tea.
Isn't anyone going to get me off this flipping thing? Hey, that's your Alfie! Alfie! - Maggie? - What are you doing here? - What? - I said, what are you doing here? Oh, keeping myself shipshape and Bristol fashion, just like you.
- Get off! Will you keep still? - I can't! - What's it all for? - Well, you know Johnny - I'll see you.
- See you.
- He ain't a boxer, by any chance? - Yeah.
He's fell off his ladder.
- Fists of steel, feet of clay? - Oh, very good.
I thought you weren't boxing no more.
His wife's having a baby, they need the money.
I'm going to share the purse with him.
Will you come here and stand still? - I can't let him down, can I? - Oh, no, but you can let me down! I'm sorry, love.
I got to keep going.
The old muscles'll seize up.
Never mind your muscles.
I think your brain's seized up.
- Is that what she said? - Yeah.
So she could chuck you out? If he knew the trouble he'd caused by upping and dying like that It's left Frieda in a right state and all.
Of course it has.
Do you think I should ask her up? - I don't think she wants company right now.
- What are you always doing down there, then? Stanley, why don't you tell your dad about our outing this afternoon? - Oh, yeah.
How did it go? - Freezing, noisy and dirty.
It was smashing! I know what I want to be when I grow up.
Looks like the sun shines out of your funnel, Geoff.
I want to drive the Golden Arrow.
Well, every boy wants to be a train driver.
He'll grow out of it.
- What do you mean, grow out of it? - When he grows up.
When he grows up? Let me tell you, we're the cream of the industrial working class, engine drivers, and proud of it.
I want him to pass his exams, better himself, get a proper office job.
- You mean become upper-class? - Not exactly.
- I thought you were a socialist! - During the week.
- Nothing wrong with the boy bettering himself.
- I'm proud to be a worker.
- You voted Tory.
- What's that got to do with it? - Workers shouldn't vote Tory.
- I'm a worker.
That's the trouble with this country.
Workers don't unite.
I bet you support the Royal Family! - What's he on about? - Nothing.
Never done a day's work in her life.
Anyone can sit there and wave.
- Harvey! - I think you've missed the point, Dad.
- The railways gave Uncle Geoff an house.
- So? Well, you work in an office, and Joan's going to kick you out in the street.
It's obvious what the better job is, innit? - Yeah.
- Yeah.
Oh, that was a lovely film.
Yeah, well, I thought you deserved a little treat tonight.
Yeah.
I liked it the first time I saw it.
Rita! You should have said.
- Oh, no, it was nice.
D'you want a drink? - Yeah.
Here, can we break into some of this whisky you bought? Why not? That's what I bought it for.
I'd like to see you tomorrow.
What, three nights on the trot? - Well, you can't have too much of a good thing.
- Ah.
Now, how many have we done? Well, I've done 75.
- Couldn't you make it 100? - You can make it 100.
Yeah no well I'll give 'em 50.
Let 'em wait.
Give you a chance to catch up.
What you need is a bit of a rest.
- Well time to turn in, anyway.
- Ah.
Alastair.
Now.
There is something I wanted to say to you.
I think you're very nice, but I don't go in for one-night stands, not any more, because I have made a bit of a fool of myself in the past, Rita, I am not like that.
- You're not another ballroom dancer? - I'm sorry? Oh, well, you see, the last two ballroom dancers I had, they didn't.
And neither do I.
Look, Rita, if we're going to have a business relationship, - I don't want to spoil things.
- Good.
Mind you, the bed in my digs is awfully uncomfortable.
Yeah, well, you'll just have to lump it, won't you? Yeah.
- All right.
I will.
For tonight.
- Ooh! You're not a ballroom dancer, are you? Pots.
It's a proper loan agreement, Frieda.
Absolutely kosher.
- And the marriage? - I checked it with the registry office.
It's all legit.
Well, I'm not surprised.
I didn't think she was lying.
- No, maybe not.
- You don't sound so convinced.
There's just something about this that's not just not like Erich.
Still, I'll get something if she sells the house.
Enough to buy a small flat somewhere.
Well, I'll be out on the streets and all.
Can I sleep on your sofa? What about your mother? Have to be a bleeding big sofa.
Oh, God.
What a mess.
Hey, you can always fight it through the courts.
And lose everything? No.
No, I must think clearly about all this.
- I can earn money.
- Painting? Oh, I'm lucky if I sell half-a-dozen a year.
Erich kept me.
No, I'll go back to tailoring.
- Oh, I wish there was something I could do.
- Harvey, really, you're doing everything.
I'm very grateful.
Erich would be as well.
No, we must just face the facts.
I'm not certain that we know the facts.
There's something about all this that's, well it's just not like Erich.
Blimey.
They make the holes in these needles a lot smaller than they used to.
- Give us it here, Nan.
- Oh, ta, love.
- How's your Alfred, then? - Alfie? Who's talking about him? Well, you ain't, for one.
What's up? I mean, that's why you let Geoff take Stan home, innit? So you could have a nice quiet chat with your nan? It's the boxing.
Ah.
That's where he is tonight, is it? I dunno.
I told him I ain't seeing him no more till he jacks it in.
- Well, a man's got to do what a man's got to do.
- No, he ain't! I got him to promise he'd pack it in, and then what happens? I bump into him training.
Oh, so he's lied to you? Yeah.
Oh, well, I mean you've only been out with him a couple of times.
He's been boxing for years.
You've got to be a bit more fly with him than that, if you really like him.
I do like him.
That's the trouble.
Well, then, you've got to wear him down.
- That's what I always did.
Wear 'em down.
- That could take ages! Yeah, but if he cares about you He does, I think.
Well, then, he'll come round eventually.
After some bully knocks the living daylights out of him.
- How old is he, anyway? - 25.
Well, that's all right, then.
A boxer's finished at 30.
You see, that's just the general outline.
By the way, Timothy White's and Taylor's are also interested in the site.
- The estate agent wasn't supposed to say.
- They said that to cheer you up.
Rita, what's the matter? I don't like being rushed into things.
Look, I realise things are happening rather swiftly, but we can't lose this site.
Yeah, but selling the Happy Curl it's just running like clockwork, - Maggie said you were bored.
- She's got a big mouth.
You can't seriously be rejecting a salon in Vigo Street for boiling up pans of face cream? She's got a very big mouth! Well? Well, I It's good stuff.
It is! Helena Rubinstein, when she was young, she emigrated to Australia.
All she had was her granny's secret formula.
She's making talcum powder now.
But you're a businesswoman and I'm offering you Piccadilly! Yeah, but it wouldn't be even Stevens.
I mean, you'd be putting in a lot more money than me.
- That doesn't matter.
- Yes, it does.
- And Alastair? - Equal partners.
I see.
Sleeping partners too, I suppose.
You can do better than that, Leo.
So now Frieda could end up almost as skint as you are? Yeah, well, at least it simplifies things.
- Life underneath the arches is certainly simple.
- I knew I could count on you.
This, uh Mrs Gottlieb, she's rock solid, is she? Our Joanie has got every document you could ask for.
Agreements, contracts, marriage lines.
She must have been scouring the obituaries in the Jewish Chronicle every week waiting for Erich's name to crop up.
Yeah.
I had to go to a public house at the weekend.
You devil! Doris's mother came to lunch, ended up staying the night! Ooh.
Well, well, well! Our Mr Prebble kept this under his hat Eh? It seems he wasn't really married to Mrs Prebble of Seaview Parade, Ramsgate No? since he never got round to divorcing the previous Mrs Prebble, of Highcliffe, Torquay! Or the first Mrs Prebble, of Station Approach, Skegness! He liked the seaside, didn't he? - Well, he kept this very quiet.
- Anyone ever told you you're a genius? Not since Mother passed away.
How do you place an advert in the Law Gazette? Eh? - What are you doing, telling Leo about Alastair? - I didn't know it was a secret! - I mean, you and Leo are always so thick.
- I was going to tell him, in my own time! When was you going to tell me about your shop with Leo, then? - What's that got to do with you? - What? Think I'd want to work with you? - What's wrong with working with me? - I don't want you buzzing round all day.
- Why not? - I'd lose my independence working for my mum! Well, you won't be working with me.
I'm not going in with Leo.
That's not the point.
- You said you didn't want me to go in with Leo! - I don't! - There you are, then! - You should have said you was thinking of it.
- I wasn't! - Well, Leo thought you was! - Oh Yes, just for a minute, - See? See? Yeah, well, I'm not going into business with Leo cos it won't work.
- Why not? - It doesn't matter.
There you go again.
I'm 20 years old and you still keep me in the dark like a mushroom.
- Alfie! - Stanley! - I thought you was training.
- Who, me? Nah.
- Hello, Alfie.
- Hello, Mrs Moon.
- But what about your fight? - I'm not fighting on Friday.
- How come? - I've been thinking over what you said, and you're right, it's a mug's game.
- Can I have your gloves if you've given up? - You still there? - It's what you wanted, isn't it? - Yeah, but why? Because I know it means a lot to you.
Stanley mash the spuds.
Went down a treat.
Yeah, especially these little dumplings with meat in 'em.
- Kreplach.
- Alfie! - That's what they're called.
- Are you sure? - He's right.
- Oh.
You didn't lay all this on just for us, did you? Well, to tell you the truth, I was halfway through scalding the chicken when I realised Erich wasn't coming home.
Yeah, I know just how you feel, love.
Things'll look up when we get Joan sorted out.
Well, she must be getting impatient.
I mean, she's been down here for over a week.
- Oh, let her stew.
- Mum's right.
I've still got a few irons in the fire.
No, Harvey, I think we should just draw up the papers.
I can't stand all this waiting.
Can I come to your office on Monday? - You're the boss.
- No-oh! Mrs Joan Gottlieb is the boss.
(Dance music on wireless) Do you know, it was pure idiocy on my part to think that a chic West End salon could possibly compete with this.
You know, if your partner's got any sense, he'll place you in a shop window so the world can observe your genius with a gas stove.
(Sighs) I don't see how it would matter if we was to bunk off right now.
Harvey! We are in a position of trust.
We're rostered and paid to work until 1 pm.
I've got to go flat-hunting with Frieda.
Stanley's got me double-booked.
Well what if somebody calls in? Or telephones? - You pick it up, you say, "Hello?" - (Footsteps) Good afternoon, gents.
Just a couple for you.
- Oh, go on then, Harvey.
- Thanks, Geoffrey.
Harvey? One here with a Manchester postmark.
- Show us! - It's addressed to Loktov & Dunne, Lonsdale Road, Manchester.
- Ah-ah.
What do you think you're doing? - What do you think? It's addressed to Mr Quentin! Private and confidential.
Only cos I used his name when I placed the ad.
It's got to be for me.
Harvey! I'm doing this for your own good! There's another one gents.
Come on, darling.
I've got all this stuff off a Scotch bloke.
You know how cold it is there.
You can't really go wrong at 1/9, darling, can you? All right, all right! There's plenty to go round! No rush on Alfie's stall.
Hello, Mags, how are you? - How are you getting on? - Business is booming.
You got anything smaller, darling? George, got any two bobs? Will these fit me, dear? Yeah, course they will.
And they're best quality.
As worn in the Russian winter campaign.
- Ha, ha! I'll take two pairs.
- Two pairs.
Alfie, how much two pair of bloomers? Five bob, love.
- Five bob.
Is that all right? Thank you.
- (Traders shout) Thanks a lot.
- D'you get five bob for that old rubbish? - You said it was five bob.
Oho, that's my girl! Thought of coming down here full-time? No, thanks.
I prefer working indoors.
Alfie! Alfie? There's a bloke down the end got some stuff for you but can't get his cart here.
You'd better go and sort it out, cos they're saying terrible things about you.
- You're Maggie? - That's right.
- You've got a good 'un there.
- I know! Shame about his fight getting called off, though, weren't it? - How d'you mean? - The odds against 'em both getting crocked.
- Both? - Well, first the Evans lad falls off a ladder, then the bloke he's going to fight breaks his collarbone! Are you sure about this? Yeah.
Well, you can't have two substitutes in the ring, can you? I was standing there when Harry Solomons told Alfie he'd have to scratch the contest.
I'll bet Alfie was heartbroken.
All right, I'm coming! I'll be back in a minute.
Here we are.
Good job, eh? Yeah.
Shame you decided to back out of your fight last night, wasn't it? Cos even you could beat a bloke with a broken collarbone.
Ah.
It's got to be good news, or they wouldn't write.
- Where is it? - You know Ryder.
He's locked it in a drawer.
If it's good news it'll keep till Monday.
If it's bad news, it'll also keep.
I thought you might be down here.
Are you coming on this outing, or what? - Hey, manners, son! - Uncle Geoff's got us first-class tickets! But we've got to get our skates on.
- Fancy a train ride to St Albans? - I don't think so, but you must go.
- But what about our flat-hunting? - That can wait.
Go.
- You've hardly seen Stanley lately.
- Too true! Aunty Frieda's noticed.
Come on! I might do a painting.
- Have a good time.
STANLEY: Yeah! Bye! - I thought you'd be pleased! - Yeah, I am, I am! It's just a lot to take in.
I mean, I thought the idea was for us to start small and build up from there.
Yeah, well, so did I.
But we hit the big time first go.
Look, Hitchcock & Nephew are the biggest independent chemists in Essex.
- He took one sniff he was sold.
- Who, Hitchcock or his nephew? - Rita, aren't you thrilled? - Yeah! - What about pots? - That's all right.
They can do 10,000 a month.
- 10,000? - That's nothing to them.
- How am I going to fill 10,000 pots? - That's all right! I'll get you a couple of girls.
And we'll have to find a little factory too, if we're to start deliveries in May.
What about capital? Are they giving us an advance? Uh oh, dear.
Oh, dear, Rita.
Look, I have got to prove I can compete with big manufacturers on their terms.
No, I'll have to raise a bank loan to cover the outgoings, - till I get the right price for the Happy Curl.
- Hang on, I Nothing ventured, Rita.
Nothing ventured As I see it, you'll be in charge of production, and I shall take care of sales and administration.
- I thought you said we were partners.
- Yeah, well, isn't that what I just said? No.
You just said you'll be out the front, I'll be in the kitchen.
- Well, you don't expect me to be in the kitchen.
- Yeah, why not? I'll buy you a pinny.
Look, Rita, in any partnership, someone has to make the decisions.
Yeah.
Why you? Well, I do own the formula.
We both own the formula.
Look, Rita, you are on the verge of the big time.
But you've got to think big.
You don't do that.
You're a woman.
You need a man to do that for you.
You need a man to take the risks and to make the decisions.
Oh Alastair, you're absolutely right! Thank you.
I've been really silly! This beats standing on a windy footplate with an eyeful of cinders, doesn't it, Stan? - It's not as exciting as last week.
- Course it is.
It makes a difference to me, I can tell you.
It's the first time I've been down this line on the Velvet.
- When do we get to St Albans? - In about ten minutes.
It gives us a couple of hours to see the Roman ruins.
Can't see the point myself.
We've got enough ruins in Hackney.
They're not proper ruins! They're just bombed houses.
These are real ruins, left behind by the Romans.
Well, I think I'll just go and stretch my legs.
How about you, Vi? D'you want to powder your nose? Oh, that's a good idea.
(Train whistles) Here, how can I use it if you're going to use it? There's one down the other end.
Oh.
Oh, all right, then.
Good of Geoff to organise this, eh? Yeah.
And Geoff says this is just for starters.
- What do you mean? - Next, it's the Great Western! - Cowboys and Indians? - No! Mr Brunel's railway.
It's a hard life, working for the railways.
Up at the crack of dawn, take out the first engine You have to go to bed early.
Mm.
You know, I wouldn't mind being a jockey when I grow up.
- A minute ago - Well, I've changed my mind.
Where can I get an horse? You're a turn-up! You used to want to be a footballer.
- We ain't had a kickabout lately.
- Well, you're getting old.
- Eh? - Well, I mean, you've had a lot on your plate.
Yeah, it's going all right, touch wood.
- What, you mean with Aunty Frieda? - Yeah.
And then you and Mum'll sort things out? No, I don't think so, son.
We tried, but we just can't seem to rub along.
No I mean, sort things out.
Stop fighting over me, trying to get one up on each other.
- I hate it.
- Yeah, we'll sort things out.
- You don't miss much, do you? - Oh, no, not much.
I'll have a word with Mum when I get home, sort her out.
(Dance music on wireless) - Oh, where have you been? - The fleapit.
- What'd you see? - Road to Rio and Variety Girl.
Well.
I thought Alfie worked on Saturday.
He does.
I went on my own.
Oh, it's like that, is it? - You had words? - Yeah.
I won't be having any more with him.
I reckon us Moons are doomed to be unhappy in love.
(Sighs) Well, I'm only a Moon by marriage.
- Come on, what happened? - He lied to me.
They all do that.
He told me he'd given up the boxing, but he didn't mean it.
Well, I think it's a very good sign.
- What is? - Him lying to you.
That requires a lot of thought.
- I thought it was love! - It probably is.
- How can I love a man that's lied to me? - You can try! You won't change him.
Give yourself a quiet life and leave him alone.
You like him, don't you? - Yeah, but - (Knock at door) - Hello, Maggie.
- Oh, hello, Leo.
Rita.
Oh! Are these for me? No, I just wanted you to hold on to them for a while.
- Ha, ha! Do you want a drink? - Please.
I'll pop down the Tankerton Arms.
That's where Alfie goes if he's drowning his sorrows.
- All right.
Bye.
- Bye.
Well, you're all right, then? I suppose we're going to be drinking to Piccadilly.
- No, Rita.
I'm afraid it's goodbye, Piccadilly.
- Oh! - Weaver to Wearer outbid us all.
Cheers.
- Cheers.
- Whisky? - Yeah.
It's just something Alastair left behind after I told him to piss off.
Cheers! Are you sure you wouldn't rather have this meeting on neutral ground? They do a very nice cup of tea in that café.
No, I'm happy to do it here, in my home.
- So you've sorted out your legal bits and bobs? - Yeah, we have.
I have tried to be patient in these tragic circumstances, but the expense of a hotel Good news for you.
You can go back to Manchester tonight.
Are you still refusing to face the facts? I'm Erich's next of kin, my dear.
Now, I've no intention of throwing you out, and you'll be entitled to a proportion of the value of the house, though, of course, the bakery's mine - There seems to be a misunderstanding.
- Not on my part.
- You and Erich were never divorced.
- I told you, he did a bunk.
- So you were separated? - Yes.
I understand it was a judicial separation? What? Harvey obtained this from Loktov & Dunne in Manchester.
It's amazing what you can dig up with an advert in the Law Gazette.
I recommend it to anyone.
So as I understand it, you have no claim on Erich's estate.
This shows there was an agreed division of your joint property before a judge.
Erich repaid the money from the sale of the Whitefield bakery.
- That seems to have slipped your mind.
- But then, of course, you've had a lot on it.
I'm sure you understand I could have you arrested on a number of charges, but I would rather you walk away from my house and we forget everything.
I believe there's a train at 9.
15, with a buffet.
Only I don't think they'll run to chocolate éclairs.
I suppose he's very pleased with himself, your fancy man.
Find your own way out, can you? Bloody Jews.
I wish to God I'd never got involved with any of you in the first place.
- (Door slams) - Hey.
There's nothing valuable in the hall, is there? (Laughs)