Look Back in Anger

Hey.

Hey, don't let the heat out, boyo!

I didn't expect to find you here. What happened?

Her dad caught us in the parlour.

"Her dad caught us in the parlour." You need lessons, son.

Sally's a nice girl, though.

Nice and common.

Common as dirt, like me.

My dear wife spent the evening writing home.

Here, boy! Ohh!

Come in, Arnold!

Morning, Miss Drury.

Oh, you naughty dog.

That stupid boy's got them all soaked, Mr Lewis.

That's mine, I think, Mr Lewis.

Sorry. Ta, Miss Drury.

A little read before church.

I'll pluck your ears off.

Jimmy, I'm trying to better myself. Now, let me get on with it.

You horrible man. Come on, give it here!

Jimmy, come on, gimme that paper.

Give it to him, for heaven's sake. Jimmy, I can't think.

She can't think.

You've never thought in years, have you?

Nope.

Why don't you leave all that and sit down for a bit?

You look tired.

Oh, I won't be much longer.

Yeah. She's a beautiful girl, isn't she?

That's what they all tell me.

Wrap it up, will you?

Stop ringing those bells!

There's somebody going mad in here!

I don't want to hear them! - Oh, stop shouting.

Miss Drury will be up in a minute.

I don't give a damn for Miss Drury!

In any case, she's probably in church by now swinging on those bloody bells.

Why sneer at people who go to church?

Listen, that nice old gentlewoman doesn't fool me

even if she takes in you two.

She's a foul-minded robber.

She bleeds us white for this place as it is.

What about mummy?

How does mummy spend her day of rest?

We usually go...

"Thank you, dear vicar, for the nice, cosy sermon.

And then she tramples off over better men's graves

home to an orgy of curry.

Mummy and daddy.

And brother Nigel if he's up from town.

You know her brother Nigel? - No, I don't.

Well, you've never heard so many well-bred commonplaces

come from beneath the same bowler hat.

The platitude from outer space. That's brother Nigel.

Why don't you dry up, boyo?

Wouldn't you say that was her private property?

I like to know when I'm being betrayed.

Letters from her mother.

Letters in which I'm not mentioned, because my name is just a dirty word.

And what does she do?

She writes long letters back to mummy and doesn't mention me at all

because my name is just a dirty word to her, too.

The little woman's family.

God help me, I'll go out of my mind if he doesn't stop in a minute.

Why don't you?

That would be something, anyway.

Oh, don't let the Marquess of Queensberry manner fool you.

They'll kick you in the groin while you're handing your hat to the maid.

Jimmy, please don't go on.

They're either militant, like her mummy and daddy

militant, arrogant, and full of malice

or else they're vague, like Nigel...

and her.

Nigel and Alison.

They're what they sound like

sycophantic, phlegmatic, and pusillanimous.

Big words.

Would you like to hear what they mean? - No, no, no, not interested.

Soapy, Stodgy and Dim.

Sounds like a music hall. Ladies and gentlemen, those old favourites

your friends and mine, soapy, stodgy, and dim.

Bringing quips and strips for you

for we may be guilty, darling, but we're both insane as well.

Ladies and gentlemen

as I was coming to the theatre tonight, a man comes up to me and he says

Here! Have you seen nobody?

Have I seen who? - Have you seen nobody?

Of course I haven't seen nobody, kindly don't waste my time.

Ladies and gentlemen, a little recitation entitled

"She was only a gravedigger's daughter but she loved lying under the sod."

Are you quite sure you haven't seen nobody?

Of course I haven't seen nobody. Will you kindly go away?

Can't you see I'm trying to entertain this lady here?

The lady pusillanimous.

I can't find nobody anywhere. See. - Oh, chuck it. Chuck it.

Well, then, shall we dance?

Ya da da ya dum?

Come here often, do you? LAUGHS - Only in the mating season.

All right. Very funny. Very funny.

Let me go! - Not until you apologize

for being nasty to everyone.

Do you think bosoms will be in or out this year, my dear?

Your teeth will be out in a minute!

We'll see about that!

Look out, for heaven's sake!

This place gets more like a zoo every day.

Ah, proper coward, he is. See?

- Uhh! - Aah!

- Are you all right? - Well, does it look like it?

She's burned her arm.

I'm sorry.

Get out.

You think I did it on purpose? - Clear out of my sight!

Here, come and sit down, eh?

Now, let's have a look.

Ah!

Ooh. That's gonna be painful.

What shall I do with it?

Oh, it's nothing much. A bit of soap on it will do.

There's some in the kitchen.

Oh, god.

Here. Now, give us your arm.

I'm gonna do it ever so gently.

That better?

You're a brave girl. - Oh, I don't feel very brave.

I really don't care for...

I don't think I can take much more.

I think I feel rather sick.

All over now.

I don't think I could live on my own again, in spite of everything.

Pretty rough and pretty ordinary, really. I...

I'd seem worse on my own.

And you get fond of people, too.

Worse luck.

I don't think I want anything more to do with love.

Not anymore, I can't take it on.

Yeah? You're too young to start giving up.

Too young and too lovely.

Ohh. - Hmm.

I keep looking back as far as I remember

and I can't think what it was like to feel young...

really young.

Jimmy said the same thing to me the other day

and I... pretended not to be listening

because I thought it would hurt him, I suppose...

but I knew just what he meant.

Oh, I suppose it would have been so easy to say

"Oh, yes, darling, I... I know what you mean. I know how you're feeling."

It's those easy things that seem to be so impossible with us.

I'm wondering how much longer I can go on...

watching you two tearing the insides out of each other.

You wouldn't seriously think of leaving us?

What is it, lovely?

I'm frightened.

Good morning, Roger.

'Morning, Mike. - Hello, Jim.

'Morning, Ted.

Hello, lad.

How's things?

Lousy.

Come on.

I got the lot here, boyo.

Humbugs, mint lumps, jelly babies

14 pounds of jelly babies.

What do you want to get all those for?

Kids have got a craze on. - They'd better have.

'Morning, Mr Hurst.

Hello, Porter.

'Morning, Hurst.

What's this?

You know the regulations. All food stuffs 18 inches off the ground.

He was just unloading.

These sweets is human food.

I could have your license for that.

Porter... easy, isn't it?

I should be more careful in future, if I was you...

not so cocky.

Comrade Hurst...

commissar of the Kinley Urban District Council.

I'd like to kick him in the teeth.

- Hey, mister! - Yes?

Mister, six pen' worth of jelly babies, please.

I'll have three pen' worth. - Two pen', please.

You see, Cliff, you gotta study the market.

Oh, do come 'ere.

I hope she didn't make a mess of your nice coat.

No, it's all right.

How old is she?

Only 15 months.

But she's that big- - Next, please!

Are you going in, miss?

She doesn't take to 'er, eh?

Funny how they know about people.

Just relax a minute, I'll put something on that burn.

How did you do it?

On the iron. I was careless.

Does your husband know about the baby?

No.

In the next few months, you're going to depend a great deal

on his help and consideration.