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 glowworm to lie %

% Where there is no place %

% For receipt of a fly %

% Where the midge does not venture %

% Lest herself fast she lay %

% If love come he will enter %

% And so find out his way %

% You may esteem him %

% A child for his light %

% For you may deem him %

% A coward from flight %

% But if she who loved and honored %

% Become sealed from the day %

% Set a thousand gods upon her %

% Love will find out the way %%

...central park.

Yeah.

It's down there, isn't it?

It's down there, i think.

Let me see, uh, what it says. What's it say?

What's this say? Um, peggy street, um.

Miss...miss wil-Wilkinson.

Oh. 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 had been told,

Never to go barefoot because of the...

Scorpion.

Gettin' acquainted with the residents, mr. Cleg?

Good. This is terrence.

But i'm afraid we are not to be trusted.

Are we, terrence? Now...

Let's get you upstairs

And 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.

Oh.

Take these, mr. Cleg.

Come on.

Your room, mr. Cleg.

What, not undressed yet?

Here.

Very well then, mr. Cleg.

I'll leave you to your own devices.

Kitchener street.

Spleen street.

Omdurman close.

The allotments

By the railway... by the railway...

And down the canal.

And down the canal.

Kitchener street.

My mum.

Wakey, wakey, mr. Cleg.

Not in bed, please.

I trust you slept well, sir.

Uh, the bedding in this house

Has a curious, uh... character.

But one does grow...

Used to it after just a few years.

I...i...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,

Who 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 many shirts are you wearing?

1, 2, 3, 4!

Now, really, is this absolutely necessary?

Oh, indeed it is, madam.

Clothes maketh the man.

And...

The less there is of the man,

The more the need for clothes.

My mum...

Mummy!

Brilliant.

It's the...

Wing of... wing of a seagull.

It...

Could have gone nowhere else.

Are you making progress?

What you doing?

Making something.

Making something.

Aren't you clever.

You're so good with your hands.

It's for you.

It's for you. It's for you.

Oh.

Now,

You run down the dog. There's a good boy,

And tell your father his dinner'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?

Handsome little fella, ain't ya?

I've come for me dad.

Not here, is he?

You showed him!

I can't believe she done that.

Oh, look at his little face.

Bless him.

Leave him alone.

Evening, bill. Evening, ernie.

The usual?

Yeah. Cheers, mate.

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, spiders' webs?

Spiders' webs.

Of course spiders' webs.

Who else makes webs?

And then, when i got close,

I'd see that there wasn't muslin at all.

They were wheels.

Great big shining wheels.

And 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 laid 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 was all dried up and empty.

Dried up and...

You ready then?

As ready as i'll ever be.

And you, you guard the house,

All right?

Oh. Oh, wait.

What about later?

Oh, that's nice, billy.

Come on, let's go have a drink now.

Evening, bill.

What'll you have then?

Gin and orange for me, billy.

Evening, bill. Evening, ernie.

Uh, pint of bitter, please, and a gin and... gin and orange for the missus.

Gin and orange.

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

Nice felt, that.

He started having a sherman right in front of me.

I says to him,

"If that's the best you can do, you wanna take that up west.

See what smart people have to say about it."

Gettin' an eyeful, are ya?

It's that fat tart, yvonne wilkinson.

Cheers, eddie.

Cheers.

Fat tart...

Yvonne wilkinson.