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hwp Night and the city.
The night is tonight,
tomorrow night...
or any night.
The city is London.
Mary?
Mary?
You wont find
any money there, Harry.
What do you mean,
spying on me?
I, uh - I was just
looking for a cigarette.
Mmm.
Would I steal
from you?
- What makes you think I -
- Who are you running away from now?
Running? Me?
Now, you know me better than that.
- Three days and three nights,
and not a word from you.
- Well, Ive been very busy.
For all I knew, you were lying in the gutter
somewhere with a knife in your back.
Lying in the gutter?
Now, look, sweetheart.
Ill tell you what happened.
- I was in Birmingham.
- Birmingham?
Yes! Theres a fellow up there
starting a new greyhound track.
And he wants me
for a partner.
Its the chance of a lifetime.
Ill be in on the ground floor.
I only expected to be gone for a day,
but when I saw that layout I stayed over.
And when you see -
Look, honey. Look, heres the plan.
How much?
- "How much"?
- Look, Harry, weve been
through this a thousand times.
How much?
Oh. Mmm.
Well, all right.
For our share,
its only .
- and its a life of ease and plenty.
- No!
- Youve got the money. Youve got it right here.
- Sure. Sure, Ive got it.
But not for
any greyhound track.
- Why, last month it was -
- But this is different, Mary. This cant lose!
Oh, Harry, why cant you
ever grow up?
Harry, you gotta
get hold of yourself.
You cant go on forever
always running, always in a sweat.
Do you think I enjoy working
night after night at the Silver Fox...
getting drunks drunker?
But Im sticking it out,
waiting for the day we can marry...
lead decent,
normal lives.
Remember them, Harry?
Nice people.
Nice to know and be with.
Remember the plans
they used to make?
The kind of life
they were going to live?
I just want to
be somebody.
Ive got to hurry,
Harry.
Youd better hurry too.
- Nosseross is angry with you.
- Let him wait.
Him and his
big, fat belly.
Im not leaving here.
You mean youre afraid to leave.
How much?
I... paid him everything
but five pounds.
Hes the one that put up the money
for the football pool.
Wait here.
Come in!
- Adam!
- Open the windows!
Dont tell me you tried
cooking spaghetti again.
Yes! With the usual
disastrous results!
Mary, get that siphon bottle there!
Quickly!
- The soda?
- Yes! Hurry! Hurry!
- Here!
- Ohh!
Dont just stand there, woman!
Squirt! Squirt!
There.
Youre just in time to enjoy
the most heavenly spaghetti dinner.
Aw, thanks, but Ive just had
breakfast, unfortunately.
I admit it does look
a little overdone.
Oh, well.
Try again next week.
Probably starve doing it,
but Ill master it in the end, I promise.
Thats the thing that
keeps us apart, you know.
Your spaghetti?
Yes, in a way.
When Im having my spaghetti,
youre looking for your morning toast.
Do you think we might ever arrange our day
to meet somewhere around teatime?
Come on, sit down.
- Let me get these hideous
monsters out of the way.
- Oh, hes cute!
- She.
- Well, shes cute.
The shops tell me its the best-selling
design Ive given them so far.
- Discouraging.
- Youre probably pleased as punch.
Of course. Sit down
and really be comfortable.
Thanks, Adam,
but Ive got to get on to work.
- Ive come to ask for a favor.
- Name it.
- Could you let me have
three pounds until tomorrow?
- Help yourself.
Punch the night bell. The old lady of
Threadneedle St. Is well stocked and generous.
- It does look like the Bank of England.
- Well, it should.
I spent half my youth
reproducing it.
- Its very good.
- Of course.
Wonderful!
Youre very clever,
Adam.
I am about
unimportant things.
Help yourself.
Thanks, Adam.
I happen to need this right now for-
- Well, I didnt expect them to deliver the -
- Sure.
Harrys back.
You knew that,
didnt you?
These walls. Just one big, happy family.
He gets so excited,
almost like a child.
But anyone has to fight
not to get pulled in by his excitement.
- His ideas always have so much imagination.
- I know.
- Harrys an artist without an art.
- What does that mean?
Well, thats something thatd
make a man very unhappy, Mary-
groping for the right lever,
the means with which to express himself.
Yes, he is that,
isnt he?
I like that, Adam.
Its a very nice thought.
Yes, but it
can be dangerous.
Oh. No, you dont.
Not again.
Every time you talk, you mix me up so
I cant think straight for a week.
- Thanks, Adam.
- Anything.
Anytime.
- Hi, hi, Harry!
- Evening, Maggie!
Cant win, boys!
Watch it!
Evening, boys.
- Hows Fabians stocks and shares, Harry?
- Never mind!
- When are you gonna open up
your Paris office, Harry?
- Ehh!
- Lovely flowers!
- Evening, Molly, my girl!
Hello, Harry.
How are you?
Well, youre sober.
Trade must be slow.
Slow?
