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Oh,look.They printed it.

What,dear?

My poem.In the Morning Post

It looks like much better than in Christie's writing.Doesn't it?

This is a solemn moment,Mrs Drew. The golden moment in a writer's life

The moment when he sees his name in print for the first time

His foot in on the lowest ground

The ladder stretches up above him,up and up to untold heights

Well,Christie,can you scale it,you think?

I heard that,decent try,Sir

I can write,I know I can, Cochrane said I could

Charles Cochrane?

I send him my play to read.He asked me to go to see him at the theatre

Is he going to do it?

No

He said that one day he might be very glad to do a play of mine

but at the moment I haven't discovered pain and power

passion

Life hadn't hit me with its full glory and sordidness

in short my play had not got harsh

I am utterly convinced and so is your mother

that great things will come to you in time

I am equally convinced that what you need at present is a bread and butter job

There never was an author born into this world who didn't had to eat

As your lead father's dearest friend I should like to put a proposition to you

May I visit you?

Yes,Vicar,please

I need a secretary,if you think you care to fill the post

I promise I would wink of any lyric poetry mistakenly inserted in my sermon notes

Thank You ,Sir

That's wonderful.I always dreaded working in the bank

The vicar's secretary,they have splendid,

and if you find that you are not clever enough to be a writer

you could always be a clergyman

Hello,Christie,how is the play?

I'm stuck

Rotten luck

What's wrong? Is the vicar smothering your muse?

No,not Pevency,vicar.Not his fault.Mine

I need experience,experience of life

It's bad for writers to be sheltered,Robert

Look at Swinburne,Villon,Kit Marlowe

roaring and singing around the taverns of cheap-side,living,seeing and writing

He had heart,all right

Say,you're ambitious

Shut up,I'm talking French, you wouldn't understand

A farmer would,its filth that fertilize then rejuvenates the earth

Lenten,Sir

It isn't pretty is it Bob?

It's beauty there, if you can see it

Do you ever read Kit Marlowe?

No

Would he,and Shakespeare for that matter,

had become the greatest poets and dramatists the world have ever known

if they hadn't seen life

I don't believe they would

Life doesn't come to you,you have to go out and look for it

A beer please

Bitter or ale,Dear

Bitter,please

That'll be four pence,Dear

Oh,very sorry,my love you aren't sure

Condessa

Stop it Herbie

You make him stop his legs

Herb,you can't take any liberty with Frankie now, you know

And when you was doing time she got herself mixed up with something posh

Jim,you,since when is a real woman,being posh

"How much,Mark.In a hurry, Bee,still there is plenty in the till"

"Because the Copsy spent the brass from his last job,now are getting mad"

His glory they just want the dog

And dug it up,when he come out, just like another dog

Oh,it's not worth it

I wouldn't know

Cops would always come out on top

Just says you,meet me here in three weeks time,and say that again

Hello,another job?

Give it a rest,makes you being here for half an hour

Where is it this time?

-Bank of England? -Glasgow

-And if we get the stuff.. -You get 5 years

Ah,mark it,it's essential,it can't go wrong

Who is in?

You know it is,his name is Jocko,he is a Scot,he is coming here tonight

Don't ask everyone to do a job

And picked his pals,we,I am hand picked,see

Oh,you'd liked it to be

Boy,will you would need it

Go out and play,I want to talk to Herbie

All right.,I was going anyway,it's my round

Don't do it,it's barmy

when every cop in England, saw a picture in Exeter Star

So what? If I get another stretch. What's that to you?

I would be in for 6 months,I come out Yeah,Frankie are you stuck on Jim?

He is stuck on me,more around, he wants to marry me

What's wrong with stuck on him too

Scared me Ida,as she was dead scared of Jim

I'm scared of him myself

That's why I've got to lay off with you

That waxes me

That fat over there,the one with the moon face and double chin

Ask her if she is stuck on Jim

I'll take her to the hospital

Yes.Chuck Jim.You got me back now

For how long? You go straight and I'll come back to you

You will have me in the Salvation Army,next.Oh,Frankie,it is not so easy

I've done it

That's rich,steady, you straight? Ha,ha,ha

Go on laugh.If I weren't Molly, and Monique,I may not be so good,I am on it

All right,all right

I'm not ashamed of anything I've done, sorry for nothing,Frankie,that's me

I'm sorry for nothing,Herb,that's me

It's Jocko.I must hop it

Steady,Herbie

So long

Lend us a dollar to next month

Now Chris,sorry Jocko just a friend

All right.We'll go somewhere where you haven't any friends.Come on

Don't see where you are going?

Sorry

Come on.It is still there.And it isn't milk

May I get you another?

The Dame would be charmed I'm sure

You keep your mouth out of it, or it will be mopped,sweetie

You great stark lump of nothing

Say

And,who asked you to interrupt two ladies conversation

Making troubles between friends

Getting familiar right?

You wait until Gilliard about this

Frankie,she is not worth it

You get out of it and don't interfere

You are part wet pigeon

You laughing great filth

You harassed me..

Be naughty now,has your mouth out

Now Frankie,turning ginger

Look at those

Here to my love,Frankie

You yellow headed something

Ay,ay,thought that,queens very rude

Stretch on

Get me free,great boy,I am a lady. This is a free country

Just let me get her,just let me get her

No,no.Please

Haven't you done enough of getting drinks and all

I did apologize,you know

That's right

You are welcome to buy another one,wasn't you?

-I was yes -Give me that to me

No,please don't bother

OK.How about that drink?

I got it.Drinks is clearly indicated

Clearly indicated? You do talk funny

What's your name?

Kit

-Kit -Kit what?

-Kit Marlowe -Kit Marlowe

That's nice.My thing

Thank you

Here is the Oakley Arms

-Come on -No.Let's go to somewhere quiet

The same to me

I live over there

120 Croyber Square

Lovely isn't it? Do you live somewhere posh as well?

I live in Serram Hill

No wonder you talk nice

Gentleman of leisure,right?

No.I am a Vicar...I write

What do you do?

I work at the Station Buffet

You're happy?

All I can grumble.

Anyone on in service taking out the morning tea

to some old trout who lays in bed all day

When I take out morning tea I take it to myself

Some not,sorry,Kit.Sorry over nothing Frankie.That's me

Don't worry.My landlady puts herself to sleep at nights with gin

Well,sit down.Seats are free

Don't be shy

You've been much with girls like me,have you?

I'm easy,see?

Just what I look like.Not like those inscrutable you writers write about

You make a living writing?

No.Not yet.I am going to.I've had a poem published

Go on.Read it to me

-You want to hear it -Yes,I'd like to

It's called Sunset

So bowed old Ben with heavy feet and slow towards..

Carry on

towards the splendor of the setting sun

your poor unworldly piece of day work done there by the shadows of verode you go

wind is quiet and the evening still and the roads so leveled

that the younger feet sound brisk and lively on the hard paved street

Yet you walked as though you climbed a hill

Go on

It's all

Sympathize

You'd like to keep it?

Yes.I'll put it somewhere safe

Fancy you writing all them funny things

I'll keep my treasures behind the grate and I won't forget where I put them

You'll go far.I can see that

I'll take it up and read it when I am old and you're famous

I can't see you old

That's nice of you

Jim says that too.In that certain way you do

Jim?

My man.He is a fireman

He's the chap that chokes the fire,not the kind that puts them out

He is on the Mersey Land Express, 6 10 from Euston

Does he know..

That I ask my friends in for a drink,of course he don't

Jim knew you was here he do me good and proper

Don't buy much to make him better though,

He is a kind of likes it,for some that do

Hello.Cheer me

Jim is jealous,he has to have his own sweet way

There is no one worth a row of fins to Jim but him

The verve that goes them railway engines

couldn't they can go without the help of Mr Fireman,Jim,

He is the one that pulls the train, the engine only helps him

Come on,son, enjoy give over dreaming of the girl you left behind you

Stuff her up and she will go to the boil

Why not taking your friend back for a change

Hello Sam

Give up and walk out of that railwayman

And take someone up with a criminal fate

Men always say.Why not that with you. Nothing is too good for me

I guess that someone else has said

And so do I

And who are you?The King of Spain?

Good Night Your Majesty.Thank you.

You are not good to any girl who expects respectability to be around with you

Fancy a little bad seed just like your Lordship said you was

Say that again

Don't worry,you will hear it said again next for Friday

You shut your mouth or I'll do it for you

See that he is threatening,assault and battery,he is going to murder me,he is

Oh,I'm frightened.I am going home to mum

Now what you done,murder me

You drive a man to murder

-Hear,what's this about? -He is jealous

She doesn't belong to him

Ah,stow it you all!

You there,cool down,old mate!

They are silly those gentlemen

It's pity they don't teach manner in this class..

She is saucy to put that frankly