:19:02
On we go. Dotty in the kitchen
with sardines.
:19:05
Garry and Brooke on the stairs,
Freddy and Belinda waiting outside,
:19:10
time sliding into the past.
:19:12
- Aren't they sweet? Garry and Dotty.
- You mean, they're...?
:19:17
- It's supposed to be a secret.
- But she's old enough to be...!
:19:21
- Didn't you know?
- I'm just God. I don't know anything.
:19:26
- What's happening?
- You tell me.
:19:28
- What are we waiting for?
- Her 1 8th birthday?
:19:32
Or maybe just the cue. Brooke!
"You can't even get the door open."
:19:37
- You can't even get the door open.
- Door closed, Garry, love!
:19:46
You can't even get the door open.
:19:49
We've got the place
entirely to ourselves.
:19:53
Look at it!
I can't believe it!
:19:56
- A perfect place for an assignation!
- Home. Our secret hideaway.
:20:02
- The last place anyone will look.
- It's funny creeping in.
:20:05
If the Inland Revenue find out, bang
goes our claim to be resident abroad,
:20:11
bang goes most of this year's income.
:20:14
I wonder if Mrs Clackett's
aired the beds.
:20:18
- Darling!
- Why not?
:20:19
No children, no friends.
We're on our own.
:20:23
True. There is something to be said
for being a tax exile.
:20:28
Leave those!
:20:30
Shh! The Inland Revenue
may hear us.
:20:34
What I did with that first lot
of sardines I shall never know.
:20:39
Mrs Clackett!
:20:42
- My heart jumped out of my boots!
- So did mine.
:20:46
- I thought you were in Spain.
- We are. We're not here.
:20:50
- The income tax are after you?
- They would be if they knew.
:20:55
All right, love. You're not here.
I haven't seen you.