Spider

Over the mountains

And over the waves,

Under the fountains

And under the graves,

Under floods that are deepest,

Which Neptune obey

Over rocks that are steepest,

Love will find out the way.

Where there is no place

For the glow-worm to lie,

Where there is no space

For receipt of a fly,

Where the midge dares not venture,

Lest herself fast she lay,

But if Love comes, he will enter,

And will find out the way.

You may esteem him

A child for his might,

Or you may deem him

A coward from his flight.

But if she, whom Love doth honor,

Be concealed from the day

Set a thousand guards upon her,

Love will find out the way.

Down there, isn't it? Just don't know.

What's it say...

Miss... Miss Wilkinson...

Mr Cleg, I presume?

I'm Mrs Wilkinson.

Come in. We've been expecting you.

Wait here, Mr Cleg. While I fetch me keys.

Good evening to you, sir.

You're familiar with the scorpion, I take it?

No... no.

Not from Africa then.

I had you down as an old Africa hand

No.

Africa...

Now there's a dark continent for you...

I knew a man once, who'd been told

never to go bare foot because of the...

...scorpion.

Ah, getting aquainted with the residence Mr Cleg.

Good. This is Terrence, but I'm afraid we are not to be trusted.

Are we Terrence?

Now... lets get you upstairs.

Out of those wet things.

Got out of bed in the middle of the night,

put his shoes on.

Put his shoes on...

Stung by a scorpion.

Sleeping in one of the toe caps.

Died in agony.

17 hours...

Take these Mr Cleg.

Come.

Your room, Mr. Cleg.

Oh... not undressed yet?

Here...

Very well then Mr. Cleg.

I'll leave you to your own devices.

Kitchener street

spleen street

home to...

You're not a good survivor...

I'll run away... I'll run away and down a canal

and down a canal... kitchener street

My mum

Wakey, wakey, Mr. Cleg.

Not in bed, please.

I trust you slept well sir.

The bed in this house has a curious...

...character.

But one does grow used to it after...

...just a few years.

I will not... I will not be here that long.

Nor did I expect to be, but...

...it is a loud world.

And this... is an island.

But... an island sir...

...ruled by a tyrant queen.

Has the power to send any one of us back to where we came from.

The asylum, I mean.

Terrence, waxing already?

Perhaps you'd share your thoughts with me sometime.

Mr. Cleg?

How much shirts are you wearing?

One, two, three... four?!

Now really is this absolutely necessary?

Oh... indeed it is madam.

Clothes maketh the man...

The less there is of the man, the more the need for clothes.

Brilliant.

Wing of a seagull

it... could have gone nowhere else.

Are you making progress?

What's you doing?

Making something.

Making something...

Aren't you clever.

You're so good with your hands.

- This is for you. - For you... for you.

You run down the 'dog' that's a good boy, tell you father his diner's on the table.

- It's not on the table. - It's not on the table.

Well, it will be by the time you get him out of that pub.

Don't go out the front I just done them steps.

- Who's this then? - That's a new fellow aren't ya.

I've come for me dad.

He's not here, is he.

I can't believe she done that!

Oh look at his little face. Bless him.

- Good evening bill. - Good evening Ernie.

- The usual? - Ya, cheers.

Dad?

Dad?

Dad?

Dad...

Now don't you say a word.

Well...

It was different when I was a girl.

We lived out in the country then.

Essex.

I remember how I'd go across the fields in the morning...

And I'd see the webs in the trees.

Like clouds of muslin they were.

What, spider's webs?

Spider's webs...

Of course spider's webs.

They always makes webs?

Then

look up close

I'd see they wasn't muslin at all

they were wheels.

Great big shiny wheels...

- You know what else? - What?

If you knew where to look,

you could find the spider's egg bags.

Perfect little things they were.

Tiny little silk pockets she made... To put her eggs in.

What happened to her after she layed her eggs?

You like this bit, don't you?

She just crawled away without looking back once.

And then she died?

Her work was done.

She had no more silk left.

She's all dried up and empty.

You ready then?

As ready as I'll ever be.

And you! You guard the house. Allright?

What'll you have then?

Gin and orange for me, Billy.

- Evening bill. - Evening Ernie.

Pint of bitters please and then gin and orange for the misses.

Gin and orange...

I've seen more meat on a butcher's apron.

I felt that.

I says to him, I says "is that the best you can do?"

You want to take it up with...

See what smart people have to say about it.

Getting an eyeful are you?

It's that fat tart... Yvonne Wilkinson

- Cheers Ernie. - Cheers.

Some fat tart... Yvonne Wilkerson...

Gin with...

don't drink so fast, Bill.

Fancy another one?

No, not ready for another one yet...

He turns to me and I say: "Nora, nora... there's no hurry."

So back comes nora she's on him right away

next thing she's got half of London... All over her.

She's standin there laughing.

"What are you laughing at?", I says.

And that ain't all she said...

"Look at him, more like Tom thumb"

"Tom thumb," I says, "what about, what about tiny Tim?"

How we laughed.

Now that he's dead, that's another story.

That was a right little heartbreak.

I wouldn't let him near me.

He told me today I said.

I say to him, I says

"I have the decorador, then" know what I mean.

Yvonne Wlkinson

she made the first move.

- Yes? - Pumber.

- What? - I'm the plumber.

I believe you have trouble with your pipes.

Eve!

Plumber.

Don't tread on the cats.

It's in here.

That the plumber?

Hello, Eva.

Eva? Wicked all day?

All bloody day...

All bloody day...

You want air in those pipes?

We got air... bad air.

Bad air

...can't you smell it?