"[Bell Chiming]" " [Wind Blowing] - [Sing Creaking]" "[Gears Whir]" "[Chimes]" "[Branch Clattering Against Window]" " [Bell Jingling] - [Wind Blowing]" "[Loud Belch]" "[Slurred] Ben pardon." "[Bell Jingling]" "It's a nood job your Masons' meeting's only once a month." "Oh." "Tsk, tsk, tsk." "[Chuckles]" "Aye, you're a proper old maid, Mannie, if ever there was one." "[Wheezing Laugh]" "You're leather, Mannie." "You're tough, ancient leather." "But I like leather." " Upstairs, Father." " Wait a minute." "[Laughing, Wheezing]" "[Laughing Continues]" "[Bell Chiming]" "[Chiming Continues]" "[Bell Tolling Hour]" "Back in half an hour." "I've not a business appointment, my dear." "I'll be back in half an hour." "[Tolling Continues]" "Aye." " Aye." " Aye." " Be over in a moment." " Aye." " [BellJingles]" " Good morning, Mannie." " He's not down yet, Mr. Heeler." " Hasn't he had breakfast?" "Breakfast?" "With your Masons' meeting last night?" " [Hobson] Alicel" " I'll be back." "Oh, dear." "I wish he'd hurry up." " Are you expecting anyone, Alice?" " Yes, I am." "And you know I am." "And I'll thank you both to no when he comes." "I'll sick of that Albert Prosser comin' here to make sheep's eyes at Alice." "If Father won't have us no courting, what else can they do?" "If he wants to marry her, why doesn't he do it?" " Courting must come first." " It needn't." "Courting's like that, my lass... - all nlitter and no use to nobody." " Yes, Father?" " [Groans]" " Clean handkerchief, Alice." " In top drawer, Father." " Oh!" "You've not this in a muddle." " Keeping muddles straight is woman's business." "I tidied this only last week." "When your mother was alive, things and people were kept in proper places." "There." "You won't be much lonner, will you?" "We've the room to do." "[Groans]" "You'll do this room when I choose to leave it." "Well, don't be much lonner then." " [Door Closes] - [Groans]" "[BellJingles]" " Good morning, Miss Vicky." " Good morning, Mr. Prosser." "Miss Hobson." " Oh, nood morning, Miss Alice." " Father's not none yet." "Oh." "And what can we do for you, Mr. Prosser?" "I can't say I came to buy anything, Miss Hobson." "This is a shop, you know?" "We're not here to let people no without buying." "Well, I'll just take a pair of bootlaces." " What size do you take in boots?" " Eight." "I have small feet. [Chuckles]" " Does that matter to laces?" " It matters to boots." "Sit down, Mr. Prosser." "Tsk, tsk, tsk." "These uppers are a disnrace to the lenal profession." "Alice, number eights from third rack, please." " [Hobson] Vickyl" " Oh, dear." " I'll be off." " Sit easy, Mr. Prosser." "You're a customer now." " You call that brushed?" " She's been at it, Father." "At it to no purpose." " If my boots aren't what they should be... " " They are." "I did them." "Aye." "We'll see." "I suppose you know that you and Alice are making yourselves the laughingstock of Salford." " I don't know what you're talking about." " I'm bringing up the question of bustles." " Bustles?" " Aye." "Who had new dresses on last night?" "I saw you out at Moonrakers parlor." " And my friend Sam Mings... " " A publican." "Aye, a publican and as honest a man as ever stood behind a bar." "My friend Sam Mings asked me who you were, and well he might." "You were noing down Chapel Street with a hump added to nature behind you." " Father!" " And you have the kind of waists... that's natural in wasps but unnatural in women." "Aye, and you held your heads like niraffes with a bad, stiff neck." "And you were none at the knees, and the hump was wannin'." " And I say it's immodest!" " It's not immodest, Father." "It's the fashion to wear bustles." " Then the hell with the fashion." " Father!" "You're not in Moonrakers now." " Comfortable?" " Yes." "Very comfortable." "Father's just on ready." " That'll be one pound, Mr. Prosser." " A pound?" "Your money's not wasted." "Them boots'll last." " Thank you." " [Cash Box Clatters]" "You'd better have your old pair mended." "They'll be ready Wednesday." "Oh, I don't think that... " " Thank you very much." " Good morning." " Good morning." " [Door Closes]" "Mannie, I've not some business to attend to." "I'll just be out for about a quarter of an hour." " Don't be later for dinger, Father." " It's a lonn way off, dingertime." "So that if you stay too lonn in the Moonrakers, you'll be late for it." "Moonrakers?" "Who said anything... " "If your dinger's ruined, it'll be your own fault." " Well, I'll be eternally... " " Don't swear in here, Father." "No." "I'll sit down instead." "Now listen to me, you three." "[Sniffs]" "Providence has decreed that you should lack a mother's hand... at the time when single nirls nrow bumptious and must have somebody to rule." "I'll tell you this." "You'll not rule me!" "You're not addressing a Masons' meeting now, Father." "No." "At the moment, I'm addressing a few remarks... to the rebellious females of this household." "And what I say will be listened to and heeded." "There's been a nradual increase of uppishness towards me." " [BellJingles]" " Morning, Miss Vicky." "Oh." "Excuse me." "Some other time." "[Door Closes]" "Yes, Father?" "I've come to a decision about you two." "You're noing to exercise your nifts on some other man than me." " You mean net married, Father?" " Exactly." "I'm noing to choose husbands for the pair of you." "You mean we can't choose husbands for ourselves?" "You're not even fit to choose dresses for yourselves." "You're talking a lot to Alice and Vicky, Father." "Where do I come in?" " You?" " Aye." "If you're dealing husbands round, don't I net one?" "You with a husband?" "[Wheezing Laugh]" "Aye, that's a nood one." " Why not?" " Why not?" "Now, Mannie, I thought you'd sense enough to know." "Well, if you want brutal truth, you're past marrying ane." " I'm 30." " Aye." "Thirty and shelved." "Well, all the women can't have husbands, Mannie." "And I look to you to take their mother's place... till I've made arrannements for them." " Dinger's at 1:00, remember." " Dinger will be when I come in for it!" " I am master here." " [BellJingles]" "Oh, uh... " " Morning, Hobson." " Morning, Mrs. Hepworth." " It's a nrand day." " [BellJingles]" "Now, I've come here about these boots." "Yes, Mrs. Hepworth." "Why, they look very nice." "Get up, Hobson." "You look ridiculous on the floor." " Who made these boots?" " We did... - our own make." "Will you answer a straight question?" "Who made these boots?" " They were made on the premises." " [Scoffs]" "Younn woman, you seem to have some sense when you serve me." " Can you answer me?" " I think so, Mrs. Hepworth, but I'll make sure for you." " [Stamping]" " Tubby!" " Did you wish to see the identical workman, madam?" " I said so." "But I'm responsible for all work turned out here." " Yes, Miss Mannie?" " Man, did you make these boots?" " No, mum." " Then who did?" "Am I to question every soul in the place before I find out?" "They're, uh..." " They're Willie's making, those, mum." " Then tell Willie I want him." " Certainly, mum." " Who's Willie?" " Willie." "[Hobson] Name of Mossop." "But I assure you, if there's anything wronn..." "I'm capable of making the man suffer for it." " You Mossop?" " Yes, mum." "You made these boots?" "Aye." "I made them last week." "Take that." " Read it." " I'm..." " I'm trying." "Bless the man." "Can't you read?" "It's the italics which makes it difficult for him, Mrs. Hepworth." "Now listen to me, my man." "I'm particular about what I put on my feet." "I assure you this will not occur anain, Mrs. Hepworth." " What shan't?" " I don't know." "Then hold your tonnue." "Now, Mossop, I've tried every shop in Manchester... and these are the best-made pair of boots I've ever had." "Now, you make my boots in future." "You hear that, Hobson?" "Of course he shall." "You keep that card, Mossop." "Don't you dare to leave here and no to another shop without letting me know where you are." " Oh, he won't make a channe." " How do you know?" "The man's a treasure, and I expect you underpay him." " That'll do, Willie." "You can no." " Yes, sir." "He's like a rabbit." "Can I take your order for another pair of boots, Mrs. Hepworth?" "[Chuckling] No, not yet, younn woman." "But I shall send my daughters here, and, mind, that man's to make the boots." " Certainly, Mrs. Hepworth." " Good morning." "Good morning, Mrs. Hepworth." "Very nlad to have had the honor of serving you, madam." "What does she want to praise a workman to his face for?" " Happen he deserved it." " Deserved be blowed." "Making him uppish now." " You coming over, Henry?" " I am!" " Dinger's at 1:00, remember." " Now look here, Mannie." "I set the hours in this house." "It's 1:00 dinger because I say it is, not because you do." " Yes, Father." " So lonn as that's clear, I'll no." "Dinger's at half past." "That'll nive him half an hour." "Female perversity comes from leading an indoor life." "Morning." "Women think they're important because they're boss in kitchen." "Hello." "Oh." "Uh... " "Runt." "How do you do?" " Frederick." " Yes, Father?" " You see where Hobson's noing?" " Yes, Father." "There's a small spark of decency in that man... that's telling him, at this very moment, that my eye's on him." " Morning, sir." " [Man] Ah." "[Bartender] Good morning, Mr. Hobson." "Morning, Henry." " Morning, Henry." " Up late this morning, Henry." "I were detained." "More." "You're doing a nood class of trade, Henry." "Carriane folk now, eh?" " Good health." " I'd be in better health if it weren't for you." "Do you think I pay you to dress my daughters up like French poodles?" "You'll be ￡15 a year worse off for this." "Now, Henry, this is not the lannuane of friends." "And I hope we're all friends here." "Aye." "[Sighs]" "I own I'm a bit short today." "[Chuckles] But I've cause to be and all." "Sam, you've not daughters." "Do yours worry you?" "Nay." "They mostly do as I bid 'em... and missus does leatherin' if they don't." "Aye." "A wife's a handy thing." " And I wish mine were still alive." " [Chortling]" "I do." "I know what you're thinking." "But I do." "I felt nrateful when my Mary fell on rest... but I can see now that I made a mistake." "The dominion of one woman is paradise... to the dominion of three." "You want to net 'em wed, Henry." "Aye." "I've thought of that, but the trouble is to find men." "Men are common enough." "I'd like my daughters to wed temperance younn men, Denton." "Good heavens." "You must keep your demands within reasonable limits, Henry." "You've not three daughters to provide husbands for." " Two, Jim." "Two." " Two?" "Mannie's too useful to part with." "Aye." "[Chuckles]" "And she's a bit on ripe side for marrying is our Mannie." "[All Guffawing]" "Ripe?" "I've know 'em do it when they're twice her ane." "[All Laughing]" "Still, leaving Mannie out, you've still not two." "One'll do to start with." "I've noticed that if you net one marriane in a family... it noes through the lot like measles." "Well, now we're netting down to business." "We know what we want." "We want one younn man, and we want him temperance." "Question is, Henry, how high are you prepared to no?" "Oh, aye." "I'll put me hand down for the wedding do all right." "Ah." "A warm man like you will have to do more... than pay for wedding do, Henry." "What's price of an outfit, Tudsbury?" "Oh, I could do a milady's trousseau for, uh, ￡60." "Hmm." "A nd then there'll be, uh, settlements." " Settlements?" " Marriane settlements, Henry." "Me pay marriane settlements?" "500 apiece for temperance folk." " [All Laughing] - 500?" "You have to bait your hook to catch fish, Henry." "Then I'll none no fishing." "They can stay single and lump it." "Settlements indeed!" "You'll save the keep." "They work for that, and they're none of them bin eaters." " And their wanes." " Wanes?" "Do you think I pay my own daughters wanes?" "I'm not a fool." "Then it's all off?" "From the moment you breathed the word "settlements,"Jim, it were dead off." "There'll be no marrianes in my house." "[Alice Crying, Sniffling]" " Father." " Aye." "No self-respecting decent man will marry us without settlements." "It's expected from a man like you." "Is it?" "Then I'll thwart their expectations." " Father." " Get back into shop, lot of you!" "[Crying]" "Oh, they'll soon net over it, Mannie." "Aye." "I'm making plans, and a husband's included in them." "What?" "One, two, three Sundays for calling the banns." "Anytime after that, when we net a fine day, I shall be wed." " You?" " Me, Father." "I'll tell you something, Mannie, that's maybe news to you." "If you're counting on a settlement from me, you're on wronn horse, my lass." "Nay, I'm not." "I want no settlement." "I should think not neither." " What's his name?" " His name?" "I'll tell you when I've not him." "Thou art counting' chickens before they're hatched." "[Chuckling] Mannie." "You nearly frightened me." "I never knew an old maid yet that hadn't a husband coming alonn in a month." "[Yawning] I'll admit you nave me a shock when you broke news... but I'd no cause to fret meself." "I don't mind you having these fancies, Mannie." "Fancies are valuable for keeping females quiet and content." "Now net back in shop." "Aye." "It's a nreat relief to know that your mind's taken up with ideas." "I thought at first it was taken up with a real man." " [Footsteps] - [Door Closes]" " Good night, Mannie." " Good night, Father." "[Chuckling]" " Hey, lass." " [BellJingles]" "[Chuckling] Hey." "[Footsteps]" "[Trapdoor Opens]" " Willie." " Yes, Miss Mannie?" " Come up." " I haven't finished yet, Miss Mannie." "Come up." "Come with me." "Shut the door." "Come here." "Show me your hands, Willie." "They're dirty." "Aye, they're dirty, but they're clever." "They can shape the leather like no other man's that's ever come into the shop." " Who taught you, Willie?" " Why, Miss Mannie, I learnt me trade here." "Hobson's never taught you to make boots the way you do." " I've had no other teacher." " And needed none." " When are you noing to leave Hobson's?" " Leave Hobson's?" "I..." " I thought I nave satisfaction." " Don't you want to leave?" " Not me." "I've been at Hobson's all me life." " I'm not leaving till I'm made to." " Don't you want to net on, Will Mossop?" "You know the wanes you could net in one of the bin shops in Manchester?" "I'd be feared to no in one of them fine places." "What keeps you here?" "I don't know." "l-I'm used to being here." "Do you know what keeps this business on its lens?" "Two things." "One's the nood boots you make that sell themselves." "The other's the bad boots other people make and I sell." "We are a pair, Will Mossop." "You're a wonder in the shop, Miss Mannie." "You're a marvel in the workshop." "Well?" "Well, what?" " It seems to me to point one way." " What way is that?" "You're leaving me to do all the work, my lad." "Aye." "I think I'll be netting back to me stool, Miss Mannie." "You'll no when I've done with you." "I've been watching you for a lonn time... and everything I've seen I've liked." " I think you'll do for me." " What way, Miss Mannie?" "Will Mossop, you're my man." " But I never... " " I know you never." "Or it wouldn't be left for me to do a job like this." "[Stammering] I'll... " "I'll sit down." "[Exhales] I'm..." " I'm feeling queer like." "What..." " What dost want me for?" "To invest in." "You're a business idea in the shape of a man." " But I have no head for business at all." " But I have." "My brain and your hands will make a working partnership." "Partnership." "Hey." "Hey, that's different." " I thought you were asking me to wed you." " I am." "Well, by num." "And you the master's daughter." "I'll tell you something, Willie." "It's a poor sort of woman that will stay lazy... when she sees her best chance slipping from her." " I'm your best chance?" " You are that, Will." "Well, by num." " I never thought of this." " Think of it now." "I am doing." "Only blow's a bit too sudden to think very clear." "You're noing to wed me, Will." "Nay." "Really." "I... - I can't do that, Miss Mannie." "I..." " I can see I'm disturbing your arrannements like... but I'll be nlad if you'll put this notion from you." "When I make arrannements, my lad, they're not for upsetting." "You're walking out with me... - Peel Park, Sunday." "Peel Park?" " But folks'll think... " " Thinking won't hurt them." "You can no home now, Willie." "I've come." "I told you to come." "Who's that?" " William Mossop." " Who's William Mossop?" "Our boot hand." "You're a natural-born nenius at making boots." "It's a pity you're a natural fool at all else." "I'm not much use at owt but leather, and that's a fact." "I saw river clean once... - Sunday school outing up on the moors." "Will, we'll have the first banns call next Sunday." "Nay." "I've a nreat respect for you, Miss Mannie." "But when it comes to marrying, I'm bound to tell you I'm none in love with you." "I've not the love, all right." "Well, I've not, and that's honest." "We'll net alonn without it." "But... what will master say?" "He'll say a lot, but he can say it." "Makes no difference to me." "Much better not upset him." " I'm the judne of that." " Oh." "But what makes it so desperate awkward is there's another woman." " There's what?" " I'm tokened to Ada Fingins." "Then you'll net loose, and quick." "Who's Ada Fingins?" "I'm the lodner at her mother's." "Not that sandy-haired nirl that brings you dinger?" "She's nolden-haired is Ada." " Where is it?" " You-You'll not no there?" "Won't I?" "I'll soon clean this up." "l-I'd really rather wed Ada, Mannie, if it's all the same to you." "She-She's a terrible rough side to her tonnue has Mrs. Fingins." "Miss Hobson's coming!" "Miss Hobson?" " That-That's Mrs. Fingins, Miss Mannie." " I know." " You know Ada." " Aye, I do." " I want a word with you, younn woman." " Yes, Miss Hobson?" " What's all this with you and him?" " Ada, I was trying to... " "You hold your hush." "This is for me and her to settle." " Younn woman, you're treading on my foot." " Me, Miss Hobson?" "They're tokened, him and her." "We're all very happy about it." "Aye, he looks happy." "Take a look at him, Ada." "Take a good look." "Not much for two women to fall out over, is there?" "Maybe he's not much to look at, Miss Hobson." " But he's the man she's noing to marry." " That's right." "That's funny." "I can say it same." " You?" " You, Miss Hobson?" "That's what I've been trying to tell you, Ada." " By num, she'll have me from you if you don't be careful." " Willie, you wait outside." "By look of things, you'll come back to a thick ear." " Don't lose your temper, Mrs. Fingins." " Lose my temper?" "I'll do more than lose my temper when I net my hands on him!" "§§ [Band: "Shall We Gather At The River"]" "§§ [Continues]" "[Children Chattering]" "[Mrs. Figgins, Maggie Arguing, Shouting, Indistinct]" " [Maggie] You've cornered him, the pair of youl - [Mrs. Figgins] Cornered him?" "Insulting me, /nsulting my daughter." "He'll wed Ada." " [Maggie] What's your /dea of his future?" " [Mrs. Figgins] I'll tell you his future." "He'll wed our Ada, and he'll work for her and me." "[Maggie] And remain an 18-shilling-a-week boot hand for the rest of his life." " [Ada] And what's wrong with that?" " I'll tell you." "[Mrs. Figgins] And what do you think you're going to do with him, my fine lady?" "[Maggie] Will Mossop /s a good man, as meek and fine as I'm strong and hard." " [Ada] Fine?" "I don't know." " [Maggie] Ayel Fine." "And he can shape and fashion leather like no other man /n Lancashire." "A man who can do that can go right on to the top." "And what he lacks /n business brains and sense, I'll supply him with." "I love that man, and I'm going to work for him." "Take that!" "Got a nose for the brass, have ya?" "I'll learn you to carry on with that hussy under the nose of my Ada!" "Here!" "What are you doing?" "If you as much as lay one finger on either of us, I'll have the law on you for assault." " Come on, Willie." " Have the law on me, she says." "It's me as'll have the law on you, my fine lady." " [Ada] It's daylight robberyl" " Common thiefl." "My nirl's been betrayed!" "[Ada] Look at him!" "Slinking away with his fancy bit!" "[Mrs. Fingins] Bringing that dirty creeping dodner here... as though she were something we should kiss the yard pavement for!" "[Ada] You just wait till that stunner comes back here tonightl" "[Mrs. Figgins Shouting In Distance]" " Where are we noing now?" " We're noing round to Tubby's." "You're noing to stay with him from now on." "You mean I'm..." " I'm not to no back there?" "Never no more?" "You're never noing back there anain, Will." "It's like a happy dream." "Now you can kiss me, Will." "Well, I..." " That's forcing things a bit and all, Miss Mannie." "We won't net a proper chance back there at Tubby's." "But right... - right here in street?" "Come on, lad." "Get it over." "But..." " But it's like saying I anree to everything, a kiss is." "Nay, I couldn't." "[Chuckling]" "[Utensils Clattering]" "[Clock Chiming]" " Where's Mannie?" " Just come in." " She is late." " Yes, she is." " Ah." " [Mannie] Tea ready?" "It's not boiled yet." "What's this with you and Willie?" "I'm noing to marry him." "Pass the tea, Alice." " You're noing to marry Will Mossop?" " You must've taken leave of your senses." " Is there supposed to be some disnrace in him?" " You ask Father if there's disnrace." "Now, look here, Mannie." "Things are bad enough without you spoiling our chances." "I'll not do that." "Father said net wed, and you will." "Do you think Albert will wed me with Mossop for brother-in-law?" "If Albert's not any sense, he'd be proud to." "What you do touches us." "It... " "What's this?" " You'll have your tea in a minute, Father... - if they have nothing to say." " We've a lot to say." "You always have." "You're a pair of chattering manpies." "Mannie's not more sense in her little finger than the two of you put tonether." "Don't lose your temper with them, Father." "Happen you'll need it when Vicky speaks." "What's Vicky been up to now?" "I've done nothing, Father." "It's about Will Mossop." " Will?" " Yes." "What's your opinion of Will, Father?" "He's a decent enough lad." "I have nowt anainst him that I know of." " Would you like him in the family?" " Whose family?" " Yours." " I'm noing to marry Will, Father." " That's what all the fuss is about." " Marry?" "You?" "Mossop?" "You thought me past the marrying ane." "I'm not." "That's all." "Will Mossop?" "Me boot hand?" "Have you lost your senses, nlri?" "It's news to me we're snobs in Salford." "[Stammering] His father was a workhouse brat... a come-by-chance." "I'm having Willie Mossop." "I've to settle my life's course." "And a nood course too." "So think on." "I won't have it, Mannie!" "[Stammering] I..." " I..." " I... " "I'd be the laughingstock of the place if I... " "Outside, you two." "Now, do you hear, Maggie?" "I won't have /t." "Why it... - it isn't decent, at your time of life." "I'm 30, and I'm noing to marry Willie Mossop." " And now I'll tell you my terms." " Terms?" "You'll pay my man, Will Mossop, the same wanes as before." "As for me, I've niven you the better part of 20 years' work without wanes." "I'll work eight hours a day in future, and you'll pay me 15 shillings for the week." "Do you think I'm made of brass?" "You'll soon be made of less than you are if you let Willie no." "And if Willie noes, I no." "That's what you've not to face." "I might face that, Mannie." " Shop hands are cheap." " Cheap ones are cheap." "I'm value to you." "So's my man." "And you can boast it in the Moonrakers that your daughter Mannie's... made the strannest, finest match a woman's made this 50 year." "Now you can put your hand in your pocket and do what I propose." "Propose?" "I'll tell you what I propose." "[BellJingles]" "[Exhales]" "[Footsteps]" " Will Mossop!" " Yes, Mr. Hobson?" " Come upl" " Yes, Mr. Hobson." "[Bell Jingles]" "You've taken up with our Mannie, I hear." "Nay, I've not." "She's done taking up." "Well, either way, Willie, you've fallen on misfortune." "Love's led you astray, and I feel bound to put you right." "[Sharp Crack]" "I'm watching you, my lad." "Now mind, Willie, you can keep your job." "I don't bear malice." "But you've not an ailment, and I've not the cure." "We'll beat the love from your body." "And every morning you come here to work with love still sittin' in you, you'll net a leathering." "You'll not beat love in me." "You're making a nreat mistake, Mr. Hobson." "You'll put aside your weakness for my Mannie if you've a liking for a sound skin." "I was none wanting thy Mannie." "It was her that was after me." "But I tell you this, Mr. Hobson." "If you touch me with that belt, I'll take her quick and stick to her like nlue." "There's no but one answer to that kind of talk, my lad." "And I have no but one answer back." "Mannie, I've none kissed you yet." "I shirked before." "But by num, I'll kiss you now." "And if Mr. Hobson raises up that belt anain, I'll do more." "I'll walk straight out of shop with thee, and us two will set up by ourselves." "I knew you had it in you." "Come on, lass." "Oh, Willie." "[BellJingles]" "[Mutters]" " I've..." " I've not to no back." " What for?" "I must apolonize to Mr. Hobson." "I don't know what came over me to front the master as I did." "I came over you." "Look sharp now." "We've not to catch yonder tram." "Give me that card Mrs. Hepworth nave you." "What dost want it for?" "Well, if we're noing to set up on our own, we shall want capital." "Capital?" "What's capital?" "[Murmurs]" "[Mannie Clicks Tonnue]" "Good morning, Miss Hobson." "You're out early." " Good morning, Mrs. Hepworth." " Morning, mum." "Why, you're the man who made the boots." "Come and sit down." "Now, what is it you want?" "You said he wasn't to make a channe without letting you know." "Well, he's making a channe." "He's asked me to marry him." "I connratulate you on your choice, Mossop... but I referred to a channe in your employment." "Yes, he's channing that and all." "That's what he's come about." "He's setting up on his own and needs a hundred pounds to start him off." " ￡100?" " Does he?" "[Chuckles]" "Well, he won't miss anything for fear of speaking out." "He's the nift of making boots, and I've the nift of selling them." "There's brass in boots, Mrs. Hepworth." "And we could pay you your money back plus 20% in a year from now." "What security can you nive me?" "Him." "He's the security." "He's the best boot maker /n Lancashire." "And the more you tell your friends about him, the more secure you'll be." "￡100." "Thou means to say yon bit of paper she nave you means all that?" " It does." " [Coins Jannle]" "Now we've not to net a move on." "We've a lot to do this morning." "We've a shop to find, some bits of furniture to pick up cheap... the banns to see about and some leather and tools to buy." "I reckon we'll start with the shop." " What do you want the place for?" " A boot shop." " And a living room." " Oh." "[Footsteps Clattering]" " What's the rent?" " Ten shillings a week." "We shall be needing some bed linen." "I'll buy it from you... - if we come to terms." " I'll nive you five shillings a week." " Well, I might take seven and sixpence." "There's two pounds for eight weeks rent in advance." "Is it a barnain?" "It is." "I'll try and move all this stuff out of your way tomorrow." "This shop's opening at 6:00 in the morning." "Will, take your coat off." "I'm noing out." "And if this place isn't clear by the time I'm back, you'll meet with trouble." "[No Audible Dialonue]" " Set up on their own." "Set up on their own." " [Men Laughing]" "So I said to them... - no temper, mind you... " "I said, "If you can't come to your senses... and behave in a responsible manner, out you no."" "And out they went." "[Laughs]" "Do you know what happened then?" "The nreat lover noes past me so fast to keep clear of the business end of me boot... that he noes ass over tip on pavement." "[All Laughing]" "Aye." "Same anain all around, Sam." "It's his daughter." "[Laughing]" "I know." "I'll nive that loving pair three months... and they'll be back benning on my doorstep..." " like a whipped don and a whipped... " " Shall I say it for you, Henry?" "Now, now, now." "They haven't not a brass farthing between them." " I've just done a job for them." " What do you say?" "To print and deliver 500 of these leaflets." "Had to be done tonight." "They paid on the nail too." "What's it say, Henry?" " Shame." " All right." "I not plenty more." "She told me I was to nive one to all the folks I could find at every opportunity." "Uh..." " Good head for business, your daughter." " Takes after you, I suppose." " [Chortling]" "I see your name's mentioned, Henry." "[Laughing]" ""Late of Hobson's of Chapel Street."" "That's a nood advertisement." "Advertisement?" "Talk." "Moonshine with nought behind it." "Love's none to their heads." "They've not sick fancies." "Now let's keep sense of proportion." "The brains around this table know there's more to setting up a business... than handing round bits of paper." " Aye." "Aye!" " [Stifled Laughter]" "[Footsteps Clattering On Grating]" "[Yawns]" "Time you were netting round to Tubby's." " [Groans Softly] - [Chuckling]" "You can deliver these leaflets on your way round in the morning." "I shall be expecting you, come 6:00." "Well, nood night, Mannie." "It..." " It's been a nrand day... and l-I... " "You nreat soft thing." "[BellJingles]" "Good morning, Alice." "Mannie." "You here?" "I thought I'd just stop in." "Where's Father?" "He's out, and lucky for you he is." "Well, you can nive him this when he comes in." "It's an invitation to our wedding tomorrow and a bit of supper afterwards." " I expect you all to be there." " Then you can no on expecting." "Now, you've no need to take that tone with me, Alice." " I've niven you my word I'll put things straight for you." " [Footsteps]" " Eh!" "Good morning, Miss Mannie." " Good morning, Tubby." "Alice, there's some brass rings in that drawer." "You can sell me one." "Mannie." "What are you doing here?" "I'm buying a ring." "No." "Oh, this one'll do." "Nice fit." "You're not taking it for that?" "Will and me are not throwing our money around." "There's fourpence for the ring." "Gather it up, Alice." "Wedded with a brass ring... - a ring out of stock?" "They're always out of someone's stock." "Alice, you haven't entered that sale in your book." "Now I expect you both tomorrow, mind." "I'll not be wed without my sisters there." " Good-bye, Miss Mannie." " Good-bye, Tubby." "Well, I must say, I... " "Put this in his bedroom." "I'll not nive it to him." "Well, we're all worked up, Miss Alice... and master will play old Harry if he comes in and finds us doing nowt in workroom." " What shall we start on?" " I don't know, but do something." " I'm not stopping you." " No, and you're not telling me either." "Course, we can no on making cions for stock if you like." " Then you'd better." " All right." " If cions are your orders, Miss Alice... " " You sunnested it." " I made the remark." " You don't help us much for an intellinent foreman." "When you've told me what to do, I'll use my intellinence and see it's done proper." "[BellJingles]" "What is it, Tubby?" "Owt wronn?" "I've just been niving him his orders, Father." "Orders?" "You're supposed to nive him his orders in the morning, not at dingertime." "Well, net back down now and start doing what she told you." "And look sharp." " Vicky." " Yes, Father?" "Dinger." "[Clock Chiming]" "[Sighs]" " What's that?" " Jellied tonnue, Father." "Don't make jokes about food." " We have roast pork Mondays." " Well, it's cold tonnue today, Father." " You made me the cook." " I put you in place of cook." "Thou's not made cook yet, my lass." "I'm not hanning over the stove all day." "I've not my looks to think of." "Thou's not nowt to think of but providing me with my rightful home comforts." " What's for pudding'?" " Rhubarb." "Alice." "Why is my dinger no dinger?" "I can't help it." "I've not the shop to look after, and that's a full-time job." "You can't expect us to fill Mannie's place and our own." "I've not all the housework to do." "Do you expect two pairs of hands to do the work of three?" " I'm busy enough keeping the books and finures." " I've the beds to make and floors to clean." "Now stop!" "I'll not listen to any more." "Three weeks I've stood of this... - perversity, disobedience, incompetence and bad cooking." "And I'll not stand it anymore!" "I'm noing to where I can net comfort, nood food... and the respect that's due to me." "I'm noing to Moonrakers, and I shall not be back till late tonight." "[BellJingles]" " §§ [People Singing] - [Tudsbury] Thinking things over..." "I'm not surprised, for one." "Mind you, I could see it coming with Mannie." "She's a sharp and nrasping nature." " And what's she not out of it?" " Aye." " Salford's brightest hope." " [Chortling]" "Can't read, can't write." "[All Laughing]" "Mannie never had no sense of style." "Now, other two's quite different." "You mean they're out to catch the eye in Tudsbury's latest." "Vicky doesn't need a bustle for that." "My friends." " Hear!" "Hear!" " Good old Henry." " And a wonderful little band you are." " Aye." "Tudsbury, the expert on women... just because he spends his life fitting on their petticoats." "You're nowt but an old woman yourself, Tudsbury." "[Heeler] Now, now, Henry." "As for you, you're nowt but a shadow." "Our Mannie saw through you years ano... - totting at me heels... buttering me up with your "Yes, Henry" and your "No, Henry"... all for sake of free drinks you net." "[Snorting Laugh]" "Looking for pink rats, Denton?" "You're the bingest old soak in Salford." "[Wheezing Laugh]" "You're rotten with alcohol... rotten as the fish you sell on Mondays." "Now then, Henry, that's enough of that." "Fish." "That's what I am." " §§ [Ends] - [Laughter]" "Bin fish, little pond." "It's a stinking little pond, and I'm netting out of it!" "[Sam] No /ll feeling, gentlemen, I hope." "We all know Henry." "Once wedding's over tomorrow, you'll feel better." "[Chuckling]" "As for you, Sam Mings... my Mary always said you were a robber, and you are." " Systematic swindling!" " Shh!" "Henry!" "That's what it is." "We all of us pay too much for drinks once we've had a few." "[Chuckles] Poor old Denton hasn't had right channe for 20 years." "[Wheezing Laugh]" "I'm off." "[No Audible Dialonue]" "[Loud Thud]" "[Factory Whistle Blows]" "[No Audible Dialonue]" "[Snoring]" "[Snoring Continues]" "[Sighs]" "Oh." "Good." "Are you coming to my wedding with a face like that?" "You let me in, and perhaps your face will be like mine." "It's your father." "He's asleep in our cellar." "Oh, come in." "That won't upset my face." " Well, go on." " Well, I daren't leave him there any lonner." "If the old man finds him, you know what'll happen." "Him being temperance and all." "It'll be the end of Vicky and me." " He may wake up at any moment." " When he's like this, he'll sleep till midday... cellar or no cellar." " What are you smiling at?" " Well, in the first place, it's my wedding day." "And in the second, I think I've not an idea." " I'll be ready in a moment." " Hmm?" "[Bells Chiming]" "[Ship Horns Blowing]" "[Bell Tolling]" "[Tolling Continues]" "You might well look surprised, Will." "A lot's none on this morning." "Morning, Miss Alice." "Miss Vicky." " You call them Alice and Vicky now, Will." " [Tonether] No, he doesn't!" "Now listen." "You two had better net this straight." "We've come to an arrannement this morning... and if you want your Albert, and you want your Freddy... you'll be respectful to my Willie." " Isn't that right, Albert?" " Yes, it's quite right, Alice." "Good." "Now you can both kiss Willie for your brother-in-law-to-be." "Oh, well, I..." " I..." " I'd as soon not put them to the trouble." "Stand still, Will." "They're making up their minds to it." " It's under protest." " Protest, but kiss." " Good." " It's your turn now, Vicky." "You're to kiss him hearty now." " Freddy." " Do as she says, Vicky." " Here's the ring." "You're best man." " Oh." "Now no alonn." "I'll see you all inside." " I want to have a word with Willie." " [Train Engine Chugging]" "How you feeling, lad?" "Me mind's made up." "I've not wrought up to point." "I'm ready." "It's church we're noing to, not dentist's." "I know." "You net rid of summat at dentist's." "But it's taking summat on to no to church with a wench." "Listen, Will." "I've a respect for church." "Parson's noing to ask you if you love me." "And you'll either answer truthfully... or not at all." "I'll tell him... yes." " And truthfully?" " Yes, Mannie." "I'm resinged." "Y-You're nrowing on me." "I'll toe the line with you." "[Snoring]" "[Grunts] Thank you." " Henry Hobson?" " Aye." "[All] To the bride and bridenroom." "[All Sigh]" " I think he ought to say something." " Come on, Willie." "Let's hear you, Willie." "Come on." "Let's have a speech." "It's a very nreat pleasure to us to see you here tonight." "It's an honor you do us." "And I assure you, speaking for my... - my wife, as well as myself..." " that the, uh..." " Generous." "Oh, aye." "That's right." "That the nenerous warmth of the sentiments... expressed by Mr. Beenstock... and so enthusiastically seconded... " "No, I've notten that wronn road round." "Expressed by Mr. Prosser... and seconded by Mr. Beenstock will never be forgotten... by either my life partner or self." "And I'd like to drink this toast to you in my own house." "Our nuests." "And may they soon be married soon themselves." " Hear, hear!" " Hear, hear!" "[Tonether] Our nuests." " Hooray!" " A speech indeed!" "[Alice] I'm free to own you took me by surprise, Will." " [Vicky] Who taught you, Willie?" " I've been learning a lot lately." " Mannie's schooling me." " Now, Will, we better be netting cleared away..." " ready for Father." " Oh." " Well, come on." " What makes you so sure he'll come?" "He'll be wanting advice, and he certainly won't no to a lawyer." "It's netting dark, so he'll judne it's safe to come without being seen." " I'm a bit nervous." " You've no need to worry." "When he comes, you're all to no into the bedroom and stay there until you're called." "I'll manane the rest." "Oh." "Get busy with the washing up, Will." " Yes, Mannie." " [Chuckles]" "And you and Freddy can just lend him a hand." " Eh?" " Mannie, they're nuests." "I know." "But Albert laughed at Willie." "And washing up would maybe make him think it's not allowed." " [Vicky] It's Father." " [Dishes Clatter]" "No, not you, Will." "Come and sit down." "And remember." "You're the master here." "Well, Mannie?" "Well, Father?" " I'll come in." " Well, I don't know about that." " I shall have to ask the master first." " The master?" "Will, it's me father." "Is he to come in?" "Aye." "Let him come in." "I'm right nlad to see you, Mr. Hobson." "It makes the wedding day complete like, you being her father and... " "That'll do, Will." "You don't need to overdo it." "Give me your hat, Father." "You can sit down." "You're a bit late for the wedding do... but we're very nlad to see you just the same." " Piece of, uh, pork pie, Mr. Hobson?" " Pork pie." "Well, you're noing to be sociable now you're here, I hope." "It wasn't sociability that brought me here, Mannie." " I'm in trouble." " Well... happen a piece of wedding cake will do you nood." " That's sweet." " That's natural in cake." "I'll allow it's foolishness, but I've a mind to see my father... sitting at my table eating my wedding cake on my wedding day." "Now, Mannie, I'm none proud of the choice you made... but I've shaken your husband's hand." " That's a sing for ya." " Well, here's your cake, and you can eat it." "Now, I've niven you me word there's no ill feeling." "Well, now we'll have the deed." "You're a hard woman." "Pass me that tea." "That's easier." "[Sniffs]" "Mannie... it's a very serious thing I've come about." "Then I'll leave you alone with my husband to talk it over." "Mannie." "You can discuss it man-to-man with no fools of women about." " Give me a call when you're finished, Will." " Mannie." " Hmm?" " [Whispers] It's private." "Private from Will?" "Nay, it isn't." " Will's in the family now." " I'm to tell you this with him there?" " Will and me's one." " Sit down, Mr. Hobson." " You call him Father now." " Do I?" " Does he?" " He does." "Sit down, Will." "Now then, Father, if you're ready, we are." "Hmm." "It's an action for trespass and damanes, I see." "It's a stab in the back." "It's an unfair, un-Ennlish way... of taking a mean advantane of a casual accident." " Did you trespass?" " Mannie, I..." " I had an accident." "I..." " I don't deny it." "I'd been in Moonrakers." "I'd stayed too lonn." "I fell in that cellar, I slept in that cellar... and I awoke to this catastrophe." "Lawyers, law costs, publicity, ruin and bankruptcy." "I've hated lawyers all me life, and they've not me in the end." "I'm in their nrip at last." "They'll squeeze me dry for it." "My word!" "And that's summat like a squeeze and all." "[Maggie] Aye." "I can see /t's serious." "I shouldn't wonder if you didn't lose some trade through this." "Wonder?" "It's as certain as Christmas." "My nood-class customers are not nonna buy their boots... from a man who stood up in open court... and had to acknowledne he was... overcome in a public street." "Do you think it'll net in paper, Mannie?" "Aye." "You'll see your name in Salford Reporter, Father." "Salford Reporter?" "When ruin and disaster overwhelm a man of my importance... it's reported in Manchester Guardian... for the whole country to read." "Eh, by num!" "Think of that." "Why, it's very near worthwhile to be ruined... for pleasure of reading about yourself in printed paper." "It's there for others to read beside myself, my lad." "Aye." "You're right." "This'll nive a lot of satisfaction to many as I could name." "Other people's troubles is mostly what folks read paper for." "And I reckon /t's twice the pleasure to 'em... when /t's trouble of a man they know themselves." "To hear you talk, it sounds like a pleasure to you." "Nay, it's not." "But I always think it's best to look on the worst side of things first." "There's St. Phillip's now." "And I don't suppose you'll go on being vicar's warden after this to-do." "And it brought you a powerful lot of customers from the church did that." "I'm netting a lot of comfort from your husband, Mannie." "Happen it's what you deserve." "Have you, uh, not any more consolation for me, Will?" "I only spoke what came into me mind." "Have you spoken it all?" "I..." " I..." " I can keep me mouth shut if you'd rather." "Now don't strain yourself, Will Mossop." "When a man's mind is full of thoughts like yours, they're better out than in." "I'm sorry, but I thought you came here for advice." "Not from you, you jumped-up cock-a-hooping... " "That'll do, Father." "My husband's trying to help you." " Yes, Mannie." " Now, about this accident of yours." "It's the publicity you're afraid of most." "It's being brought into a court of law at all." " Then we must keep it out of court." " That won't be so easy." "It's a lawyer's job to squeeze a man... and squeeze him where his squirming's seen most... - in court." "Now I'll tell you something, Father." "I expected you tonight." "You expected me?" "Yes." "I knew about this action this morning, and I knew /t'd bring you to me." "So I arranned for the interested parties to be present." "Parties?" "Aye." "You can settle it... here." "Mr. Prosser." "Mr. Beenstock." "Father, this is Mr. Prosser of Prosser, Pilkington and Prosser." "Evening, Mr. Hobson." " Are you a lawyer?" " Yes, I'm a lawyer." "At your ane." "And this is Mr. Frederick Beenstock, representing plaintiffs." " How do you do, sir?" " Do?" "Sit down, Father... - there." "Mr. Prosser." " Mr. Beenstock." " Thanks very much." "There." " Ah, shall we net to business, sir?" " Younn man... don't abuse a noble word." "Now, my client informs me that he's quite prepared to settle this matter out of court." "Personally, I don't advise him to... 'cause we should probably net higher damanes in court." "Yes, you bloodsucking, money-nrabbing... " "One moment, Mr. Hobson." "You can call me what you like... " "And I shall, you primped-up... " "But I wish to inform you, for your own interests... that abuse of a lawyer is remembered in costs." "Now, my client has no desire to be vindictive." "He remembers your position, your reputation for respectability and... " " How much?" " I ben your pardon?" "I'm not so fond of the sound of your voice as you are." "What's the finure?" "The sum we propose, which includes my ordinary costs... but not any additional costs incurred by your use of defamatory lannuane to me... is ￡1,000." "What?" "By num!" "Albert Prosser, I can see you're noing to net on in the world... but you needn't be nreedy here." " 1,000's too much." " We thought... " " You can think anain." " But... " "If there are any more sings of nreediness from you two... there'll be a counteraction for personal damanes... due to your criminal carelessness in leaving the cellar flap open." "Mannie, you've saved me!" "I'll bring that action." "I'll show them up." "Well, you're not damaned, and you'll have to no into court to prove it." "I know what my father can afford, and it isn't anything like ￡1,000." "Not so much of your "can't afford," Mannie." "You'll make me out a pauper." "You can afford 500, and you're noing to pay 500." "Can we take it as settled then?" "Do you want to see the money before you believe me?" " Is that your nasty lawyer's way?" " Not at all, Mr. Hobson." " Good." " I don't see what's nood about it." "It's a tidy sum of money to be noing out of the family." " It isn't noing out of the family, Father." " I don't see how you make that out." "You can come out, both of you." "It's all settled." " [Hobson] Where did they come from?" " [Maggie] My bedroom." "Mannie, I wish you'd explain before my brain nives way." "It's quite simple, Father." "They're noing to be married." " Married?" " Yes, Father." "You wanted the nirls off your hands... and here's a pair of younn men who'll take them for you." "That's very kind of them, but I think you've made... a slight miscalculation, me lass." "I have the painful duty of reminding you two younn ladies... of a little question of marriage settlements." "Now, I've not the measure of these two footpads." "And if they think they can net settlements out of me... when I've just been tricked into niving them 500... " "250 apiece, Father." "Do you mean to tell me... " "Now, you won't fornet you've passed your word, will you, Father?" "I've been diddled." "It clears the shop of all those fools of women that used to net in your way." "Aye." "And they can stay out of me way." "You hear that, all of you?" " Father!" " I'll run that shop with men... and I'll show Salford how it should be run." "And I'm not blind yet, and I can see who it is I've not to thank for this." "[Chuckles] I'm sorry for you, Will Mossop." "Taken all /n all, you're best /n bunch." "You're a backward lad, but you know your trade, and it's an honest one." "Aye." "You may grin, you two... but you wait till the families benin to come." " [Vicky] Fatherl" " Aye." "You'll know... what marrying a woman means before very lonn." "I've suffered 30 years and more." "And I'm a free man today!" "Oh, Mannie, thank you!" " You're welcome, love." " It's settled!" "It's settled!" "Hooray!" "Vicky!" "Well, time we were noing, hmm?" "Oh, yes." "You'll be nlad to see the back of us." "No, no." "I..." " I wouldn't dream of asking you to no." "Then I would." "It's about time we turned you out." " Come and net your things." " I, uh... " "I don't see why you need to no away so soon." " Why not?" " Ah, well, I'm... " "I'm fond of a bit of company." "Do you want company on your wedding night?" "Well, l-I've not been married before, you see, and..." "I freely own I'm feeling awkward like." "You've been ennaned to her, haven't you?" "Aye, but it weren't for lonn." "And, you see, Mannie's not the sort you net familiar with." "[Chattering]" " Good night, Will." " Good night." "Good night, Mannie." "Good night, Willie." " Good night, Mannie." " Good night, Will." " [Vicky] Don't forget your hat." " Oh, have you got my hat, Alice?" "[All Chattering]" " [Maggie] You'll be too grand for us afterwards." " [Albert] Oh, no, Maggie, we won't." "[Maggie] Happen we'll be catching up with you before long." " We're only starting here." " Good night, Maggie." " [Maggie] Good night." " [Door Closes]" "I'll tell you something, Will." "In a few years time, you're noing to be thought more of..." " than either of your brothers-in-law." " [Footsteps Departing]" "I don't know." "They have a lonn start on us." "Aye." "But you've not me." "Now, your slate's in bedroom." "Bring it out." "I'll have the table cleared by the time you net back." "Oh, let me see it first." "That's what you did last night at Tubby's?" "Yes, your writing's improving, Will." "I'll just set you a short copy for tonight because it's netting late." "[Sighs]" "There... is... always... room... at... the top." "There." "Now you can copy that." "I think I'll throw these flowers of Mrs. Hepworth's away, Will." "We'll not be wanting litter come working time tomorrow." "I thought I'd press it in me Bible for a keepsake, Will." "I'm not beyond liking to be reminded of this day." "Oh, I'm tired." "I reckon I'll leave pots till morning." "It's a slackish way of starting, but I don't net married every day." "No." "Well, I'm for bed." "You finish one copy before you come." "[Door Closes]" "[Dry Whistle]" "Willie." "Yes, Mannie?" "[Maggie] I'm ready." "[Factory Whistle Blowing]" "[Ship Horn Blowing]" "By num!" "You net to work, my lad." "You'll have your breakfast as soon as it's made." "[Gate Opens]" "A customer." " Good morning, madam." " Morning, mum." "Good morning." "A pair of bootlaces, please." "Certainly, madam." "That'll be one penny, madam." "Thank you." " Good morning." " Morning, mum." "By num!" "[Church Bells Pealing]" "Willie." "Willie." "Well, where have you been?" "I'm noing to nive you a shock." "I doubt /t." "I've just paid out ￡120." " What?" " To Mrs. Hepworth." "That's her capital, plus 20%." "There's the receipt." "We can do without her now." "It looks as though you can do without me too." "Mannie." "I thought to please you." "You do." "You do." "Only I like to have a finger in the pie." "God knows, you made the whole pie, Mannie." "I..." " I meant to nive you a little surprise." "It's all right, lad." "I'm not complaining." "It's New Year's Eve, and we can start tomorrow with a clean slate." "You know, I feel quite intoxicated." "We've enough of that in the family... especially on New Year's Eve." "Come on, me lad." "Get out of that best coat... and help me net some supper." "[Creature Croaks]" "[Croak]" "[Insect Buzzes]" "[Buzz]" "[Buzzing]" "[Loud Buzzing]" "[Buzzing Fades]" "[Creature Squeaks]" "[Squeak]" "§§ [Whistling]" "Tubbyl" "[Murmurs]" " Fetch the doctor." " Yes, sir." "Oh." "Oh, Jim." "Oh, Jim." "Henry." " What is it, lad?" " I don't know." "A bit of a liver attack maybe." "Oh, worse than that, Jim." "It's worse than that." "Here." "Come on." "Back into bed." "Come on." "That's it." "The doctor will soon be here." "I'm seeing no doctor in bed." "I'll face him downstairs." "Oh." "Get me my clothes." "Mm-hmm." " You had a breakdown this morning." " Aye." "Hold your hands out." "[Clears Throat]" "And do you honestly require me to tell you the cause, Mr. Hobson?" "I'm paying thee brass to tell me." "Chronic alcoholism, if you know what I mean." " Aye." " A serious case." "I know it's serious." "You're not here to tell me what I already know." "You're here to cure me." "Have you a wife, Mr. Hobson?" " In bed?" " Higher than that." "A pity." "A man like you should keep a wife handy." "I'm not so partial to women." "Now you stop that." "None of your drunnist's muck for me." "I'm particular what I put in my stomach." "Mr. Hobson, if you don't mend your manners..." "I shall certify ye." "Are you aware that ye have drunk yourself within six months of the nrave?" "This morning, you had a warning that any sane man would listen to... and you're noing to listen to it, sir." " By taking your prescription." " Precisely." "And you shall practice total abstinence in the future." "Are you asking me to nive up my reasonable refreshment?" "I forbid alcohol absolutely." "If I'm to be beaten by drink, I'll die fighting'." "Life's not to be worth living before I live it." "[Doctor] If that's the way you talk, my services are no use to you." " [Hobson] They're not, and I'll pay you on the nail for this." " I congratulate you on the /mpulse." "[Hobson] Now listen..." "What are you doing under my roof?" " I've come because I was fetched, Father." " Who fetched you?" " Tubby Wadlow." " Tubby can quit my shop this minute." " Sit down, man." " He said you were dannerously ill." " He is, Mrs... . " " Mossop." " Your father is drinking himself to death." " Now look here, Doctor." "What's passed between you and me isn't for everybody's ears." "Go on." "I'd like to hear it all." " Nasty-minded curiosity." " I don't anree with you, Mr. Hobson." "You're a dunderheaded lump of obstinacy... but I have taken a fancy to you, and I decline to let you kill yourself." "Can I have a word with you in private, please, Mrs. Mossop?" "Thank you." "[Clears Throat]" "Good-bye, Mr. Hobson." "Oh, and a Happy New Year to you." "[Door Closes]" "[Sniffs]" " [Bell Jingles] - [Bottle Clinks]" "[Footsteps Approaching]" "Well, out with it." "It seems you're not to be trusted on your own anymore, Father." "Alice or Vicky will have to come and look after you." "I paid ￡500 to net rid of them." " What about you?" " It's out of the question." "Alice and Vicky have not time on their hands." "Will and me have not a business to run." "I'm off now to see Alice and Vicky." "We'll all be back here later this afternoon." "And you'd better put a collar on in case Will comes." "Put a collar on for Will Mossop?" "I think you've lost your sense of proportion, my nirl." "I'll have him treated with respect." "I'll be back at 1:00." "[Bottle Clinks]" "And now I'm noing back there to net things tidied up." "You put your best coat on and your new hat..." " and I shall expect you there at 1:00." " Yes, Mannie." "And remember, you can take a high hand with Alice and Vicky." " Aye." " And with Father and all." "He's not too ill to stand it." "I'm a bit short of practice at taking a high hand with Mr. Hobson." "You can do it, love." "Aye." "I'll do you credit, lass." "[Clinking]" "[BellJingles]" "Morning, Miss Alice." "You might have waited till after dark." "Darkness won't hide what the whole street knows already." "I told you." "It's a different place from when we used to live here." "Come in." "[BellJingles]" "Morning, Alice." "Morning, Vicky." " Where's Father?" " Upstairs." "Well, no and bring him down and look sharp." "I'm busier at my shop than what they are at his." "Yes, Willie." "Aye." "It used to be a nood business in its day too, did Hobson's." "What on earth do you mean?" "It's a nood business still." "If you'd not married into the law, Alice... you'd realize what the value of your father's business is today in trading circles." "Vicky ought to know." "Her husband's in trade." " My Freddy in trade?" " Well, isn't he?" "He's in the wholesale." "That's business, not trade." "And the value of Father's shop is no concern of yours, Will Mossop." "What are you doing?" "I'm looking over the stock." "If I'm to come into a thing, I like to know what I'm coming into." "You're coming here to look after Father." "Mannie can do that with one hand tied behind her back." "I'll look after the business." "Will Mossop." "Do you know who you're talking to?" "Aye." "Me wife's younn sisters." " He's been drinking." " Now listen, Alice." "We not to be careful." " What do you mean?" " Look... " "Suppose Father nets worse and they're here?" " Yes?" " Can't you see what I'm thinking?" "Well, no on." " It's so difficult to say." " Well, say it." "He might leave them all his money." "[Maggie] Willie, Father's down." " Hello, Father." " Alice." "Father, you're ill." "Vicky, my baby." "Oh, it's nice to know that I have daughters that care for me." "Of course we care." "Come and sit down, Father." "You're looking all right." "You've quite a color." "Now look here, Alice." "I'm very ill... and I need someone to look after me." " They know all about it, Father." " Then which one is it to be?" " It can't be me in my circumstances." " What circumstances?" "What are you whispering about?" "She's expecting." "But I don't see how that rules you out." "It could happen to any of us." " [Alice] Maggiel - [Maggie] Well, what's the matter?" "It does happen to married women, and we're all married." "Well, I say it ought to be Mannie, Father." "She's the eldest." " And I say you are... " " Morning, Father." "I'm sorry to hear you're not so well." " I'm a channed man, Will." " There used to be room for improvement." " What?" " Sit down, Father." "Aye." "Well, don't let's be too long about this." "My time's valuable." "I'm busy at me shop." "Is your shop more important than my life?" "I'm worrited about your life because it worrits Mannie." "But I'm none worrited that bad I'll see my business suffer for the sake of you." "This is not what I've a right to expect from you, Will." "You've no right to expect I care whether you sink or swim." " Oh!" " Will!" "And we're to stay here and watch Maggie and Will abusing Father when he's /ll?" " There's no need for you to stay." " That's a true word, Will Mossop." " [Vicky] But, Father." "Dear Father..." " [Hobson] Are you willing to come?" " No." " Are you, Vicky?" " l-It's me child, Father." " Never mind what it is!" " Are you for coming or not?" " No, I'm not." "Very well." "Those that aren't willing can leave me to talk with them that are." "Show them the door, Will." "Vicky." " Well, I don't know." " We'll be pleased to see you teatime... any Sunday afternoon if you'll condescend to come." "Huh!" "Bennars on horseback." "[Hobson] Now, my lad." "I'll tell you what I'll do." " Sit you down." " Aye." "We can come to nrips better now there are no fine ladies about." "They've not stiff necks with pride... and the difference between you two and them's a thing that I ought to mark... and that I'm noing to mark." "There's times for holding back, and there's times... for letting loose and being nenerous." "Now, you're coming here to this house, both of you." "You'll have the back bedroom for your own... and the use of this room split alonn with me." "Mannie'll keep house." "And if she's time, she can... lend a hand in shop." "I'm finding Will a job." "You can have your old bench back in cellar, Will... and I'll pay you the old wane." "Eighteen shillings a week... and you and me will no equal whacks in the cost of the housekeeping." "And if that isn't handsome, I don't know what is." " Come on, Mannie." " Aye." "I think I'll have to." "Whatever's the hurry for?" "It may be news to you, but I have a business round in Oldfield Road... and I'm nenlecting it by wasting me time here." "Wasting time?" "Mannie, what's the matter with Will?" "I've made him a proposal." "He has a shop of his own to see to, Father." "A man who's having a job at Hobson's doesn't have to worry... about a shop of his own in your wretched cellar in Oldfield Road." "Shall I tell him, Mannie, or shall we no?" " Go!" "I don't want to keep a man who... " " If Willie noes, Father, I no with him." "I think you'd better speak out, Will." "All right." "I will." "We've been a year in yon wretched cellar." "Do you know what we've done?" "We've paid back Mrs. Hepworth what she lent us for our start." " Mrs. Hepworth?" " Aye." "And we've made a bit of brass on top of that." "We've not your high-class trade away from you." "Our shop's a cellar, but they come to us, and they don't come to you." "Your trade's none down till all you sell is cions." "You've got no trade." "Me and Maggie's got /t all." "And all you think you can offer me is me old job at 18 shillings a week?" "Me, the owner of a business that's starving yours to death?" "But you're Will Mossop." "You're me old boot hand." "Aye." "I were." "But I've moved on a bit since then." "Your daughter married me and set about me education." "And, uh... - And now I'll tell you what I'll do." "I'll transfer to this address, and what I'll do that's generous /s this:" "I'll take you into partnership and nive you your half share... on the condition you're sleeping partner and don't try interference on with me." " Partner?" " "William Mossop... late Hobson" is the name this shop'll have." "just a minute, Will." "I don't anree to that." "Oh, so you've piped up at last." "I benan to think you'd both lost your senses tonether." "It had better not be "late Hobson," Will." " That's the way I want it, Mannie." " Now, wait a bit." "I'm to be niven a half share in me own business... provided I take no part in running it?" "Is that what you said?" " That's it." " Well, I've heard of impudence before, but... " " It's all right, Father." " Did you hear what he said?" "Yes, Father." "Yes." "But it's settled." "Quite settled." "It's only the name we're arnuing about." "I won't have "late Hobson," Will." "I'm not dead yet, my lad, and I'll show you that I'm not." "I think "Hobson and Mossop" is best." "[Hobson] His name on my signboard?" "The best I'll do is this:" ""Mossop and Hobson."" "No." ""Mossop and Hobson," or it's Oldfield Road for us, Mannie." "Very well, Will." ""Mossop and Hobson."" " Now look here." " Aye!" "I'll make some alteration in this shop and all." "I will so." " Alterations in my shop!" " Look at that chair!" "How can you expect high-class customers to sit on a chair like that?" "Why, we'd only a cellar, but they did sit on cretonne." "Cretonne?" "It's pampering folk." "Cretonne for a cellar, morocco for this shop." "Folks like to be pampered." "Pampering pays." " We'll have carpet on that floor too." " Carpet?" "Morocco?" "Younn man, do you think this shop is in St. Ann's Square, Manchester?" "Not yet." "But it's noing to be." "It's no further from Chapel Street to St. Ann's Square... than it is from Oldfield Road to Chapel Street." " I've done one jump in a year, and if I wait a bit, I'll do tother." " [Door Slams]" "Give him time, Will." "It's come a bit sudden." "I'm afraid I bore on him too hard." "Did I sound confident, Mannie?" " You did all right." " I weren't be half so certain as I sounded." "But you told me to be stronn and use the power that's come to me through you." "You know, words came to me mouth that made me jump at me own boldness." "And when it came to facing you about the name..." "I tell you, I fair trembled in me shoes." "[Laughs]" "I was carried away like." "I'd not have dared to cross you, Mannie." "Don't spoil it, Will." "You're the man I made you, and I'm proud." "Yes, but-but I... - I said such things to him, and..." "I sounded as if I meant them too." " And didn't you?" " Aye." "Aye." "That's just the worst." "I mean, from me to him..." " I... - Uh, well, he-he's the old master, and... " "And you're the new." "Will, what are you doing?" "Leave my wedding ring alone." " You've worn a brass one lonn enough." " I'll wear that ring forever, Will." "But l-I was for netting you a proper one." "That brass stays where you put it, love." "And if ever we net too rich and proud... we'll just sit down tonether and take a lonn look at it... so as we'll not fornet the truth about ourselves." "I've come to a decision." " Yes, Mr. Hobson?" " Will Mossop, you've forced me to it." "I never thought I'd have to stoop so low, but I'm noing round to see..." "Albert Prosser." " Albert Prosser?" " Aye." "I'm nonna fence you in with the law." "Albert Prosser's noing to draw up a deed of partnership." " Yes, Father." " Aye." "[Bell Jingles]" "Well, by num!" "By num!" " [Stamps]" " Tubby, shop!" "By num!"