A Day at the Beach 1970 (a Roman Polanski film) with Peter Sellers

My, my, my, Carl, how splendidly you all got up again. Look at those cuffs, peeping up the sleeves of that magnificent jacket and aligning all the colors of the rainbow. Is Winnie dressed and ready? You're out of your mind. In this weather? You could've known. I'm sorry, Calvin, I promise. You know how a child like Winnie looks forward to a thing like that. You don't think the children take notice of the weather, do you? If it gets any worse, I can drink lemonade in the sun or take it to children's matinee. Don't misunderstand me, Carl. I'm doing this for your sake. You don't think I've walked from my place just for fun? Walked? You're crazy. You could've furnished up. All right, but you're here now, and therefore, if you're fond of Winnie, I want to give the child a nice day. Come on out with your wallet. Count out the notes because money is, you know, my dear fellow, is something I couldn't supply you with, not with the best will. Even if the skies are overcast, good intentions don't go unnoticed. Good deeds are judged by old, well-tried principles. Yes, well, I've got to be off. I have an appointment at half past nine. Here's some cash. If Melissa thinks it's too cold, you ought to give it back to her. Enjoy yourselves! Ta da! Jumped up, bastard! Oh, no, Bernie. I thought it was the egg man. Morning, Melissa. You look terrible in the mornings, too. Your hair's a mess and a grubby dressing gown. Carl spends too much money on his own clothes. You're not drunk, are you, Bernie? -Did you see Carl on the way up? -Yes, I had a word with him. You knew we'd arranged it, didn't you? I take it you wouldn't have the cheek to admit you'd forgotten. Hello, Uncle Bernard, are you going to take me out for the day? Yes, I have Rin Tin Tin. Can you finish putting her things on? I've got to go. Don't forget to close the front door properly. Okay. Okay, be off with you. I'm glad to see you feel you can trust me nowadays. -How's my little Winnie? -Where are we going to? Hard work and obedience. That's all that's wanted from you, Winnie. Here, catch. Haven't you any long trousers to hide those irons? La, la, la, la, la. La, la, la, la, la. La, la, la, la, la. How horrible if it happens to be calcite. No one would believe it on me. Lousy bastard. No, I'll be left to carry those when you get tired. If you want a bucket and spade, you'll have to pinch them off other kids. You've been drinking again, Uncle Bernard, haven't you? I could smell it, but I didn't say a word to mommy, else there would've been a row. Carl's influence. I haven't drunk anything, and if I had, I forbid you to mention it. I'm not taking you out to be reminded of nasty people all the time. Are you afraid the same as me, that one day it'll crash? Hello, Winnie. Are you going out for a nice little walk with… Mother's boyfriend, keep your filthy hands off her, you might be carrying an infectious disease. -Is she still watching us? -Yes, she still is, Uncle Bernard. Anxiety is universal. Uncle Bernard, will you hold them for me? You can't keep them, but you must hide them away. All right. I'll hide them away. Then, if we get into any danger, we'll take them out and often. Winnie, do you often have to go to the doctor? No, but I'll be going again soon. But you always have to wait for them and mummy always leaves me on my own and goes to the shop. What does the doctor say, does he hurt you? No. Should we take a taxi, Winnie? I want to go by train. If I go by train, I can… -Hey. -Money. Cough up and we'll say no more about it. I'm sorry, Louis, I got to take this girl to the doctors. We're waiting for the train. You can see, she's wearing arms. That's nothing to do with me. -That won't do. -Why don't you knock his teeth in, Lou? That's all I've got, Louis. You can leave us a few cents for the train. You can't make the child walk. I'll get some more next week and then I'll come around. There. We'll have the rest next week. I know where to find you. Hey, man, you mustn't hit Uncle Bernard like that. -Is there anything to be seen there? -No, I can't see anything. Hey, how are you doing now? Got home all in one piece? Did you, then? Don't you know me anymore? We had a nice little drink together at the Victoria. No, I'm sorry. Aren't you to be checking the toilets? I bet someone's trying to get a free ride. Oh, God, Father, don't let my brakes fail. Go and play in the sand, you'll look like nothing on earth in no time. I'll be careful I don't bend over too far. Look, like this. Let's go and have something to eat first. What would you like? Chips or a sandwich? Chips, though Daddy doesn't like me to. Carl does not concern us. All he's permitted to do is to see that you don't die of cold or hunger. We can dispense with him for anything else. I'll take care of your education. Only if it can't be avoided, but don't call him daddy while I'm about. Even that name is a substitute, he had to take you in when he got mummy. One day, when you're a little bit older and not so dependent, you'll come to me and I'll tell you why. You're hurting me. Why are you speaking so grossly? I haven't done anything naughty. Come on. I didn't mean it that way. Let's find something to do. -This one? -No, the green one. This one here. Can you hear how the roads are filled with royal chance to gladden us on our way? I have to wee wee. All right? Thank you. -You haven't started yet, I take it. -No, there's too much current. It won't get much better with this spring tide either. How about the pier? No, no good going there. The float pulls like mad in you waste yards of line. Uncle, here I am! Go inside and tell someone to come out here. You can order whatever you fancy. -What can I do for you? -I want to order something. Are you the waitress? If so, you have non decorum of your profession. Go put on a skirt, tie an apron around your waist, remove those and given this weather utterly superfluous pair of sunglasses. I'm not the waitress. I'm the daughter of the proprietress. Given this weather, the staff's got the day off. All right, go and get your mother. You can tell me what you like. I lead a dangerous life, with no risks. Any problem? On the contrary, madam. I invite you and your daughter to join me at this table. Thank you. And now perhaps one more dry chair. -What do you have, madam? -Coffee. -Young lady? -Coffee. I want an orangeade with a straw. I'll have… I'll have, just give me a bottle of beer. No weather for the beach. The air is nice and mild, 65 degrees. Perhaps this weather is better for some children. They don't run much risk of being knocked over by all that wild dashing about of the others. You'd do better to talk about something else. I'm sorry, you're right, of course. -Rotten weather, ma'am. -It is. It's better sitting out here than that dump over there. Did you hear that? You can't really mean it. We've only just had the whole place painted and new lighting installed. I must admit, it's a better hole than the others. It's quite neat, I like the… Can we have the radio a bit less or go inside? I can't hear a word your mother is saying. Go and fetch me another bottle of beer. If you look on me as a friend and not as a customer, do me a favor, take the chill off it by putting the bottle under your arm or in some other tender spot. What was that you were saying? An old custom, madam, that the people where I come from hold in high regard. The young lady that pours out for the family guest imparts on her own pure warmth to beverage. In this way, she gives the guest something more than a mere material gift. Remarkable. Are you perhaps Jewish? An unexpected compliment. -Can I go and play in the sand? -All right, off you go. Aren't you going to drink your orangeade first? I'm sorry to oblige you to make another journey. Same again, please. What's that for? Why put those two bottles ready on the counter? It's easier this way. Otherwise, I have to go all that way, into the fridge in the kitchen. You're tipping them back so quickly, I thought they keep cool enough until I can pull them up for you. I see. That's the way it is, is it? Winnie, come here! The ladies have detected a weakness in my character and instead of trying to restrain me, they exploit it to their advantage. It won't be so bad a day for you after all. Stay outside, it's not fit for you here. Sir, what are you saying? My daughter has done nothing wrong. Sorry, I can't get rid of the idea that in here, you and your daughter are leading the customers on. I haven't decided yet whether I should inform the police. -How much do I owe you? -Ten and six. -Does that include the service charge? -Yes, the service is included. Change this note for me. Yes. I'm deducting the coffee and the service charge. You can't include the service charge. You're infringing on the regulations. Furthermore, you realize that after what's happened here, I no longer feel obliged to pay for your coffee either. Those who overestimate the danger they are in are to be pitied. It leaves them no peace. Uncle Bernard, what did you say? Nothing. -Do you like it with me? -I think it's awfully nice with you. Uncle Bernard, I've left my shell behind. Listen, should we go and take a look at the shops on the promenade? Let's go and shelter under the pier anyway. -Uncle Bernard, can we go get my shell? -No, we can't. There are technical objections, Winnie. It is sometimes good to suffer a loss. You long to have it back and that improves blood circulation from which all organs of the body benefit. In any case, it is well to be prepared for anything when you're with me. If you kept hold of it, you wouldn't be crying. But we had to leave in such a hurry. I'd have remembered it otherwise. There you are, constatation, that's the thing. Always keep your eyes skinned. It's wearing on the nerves, but you stay alive. Come on, maybe you'll get another one before the day's out. -Goody, shall I go and run ahead? -All right, off you go. God sees this, he is my witness. It's costing me something to keep up appearances for her sake. Better to get out of her sight in good time. Only a supreme being will recognize the sacrifice is now about to be made what it is. I want one of those shells, please. Why don't you come here and choose one? I just take took out of the oven. They're still warm. What an odd day, isn't it? There's no people. If you'd like to come in and choose one, relieve each other's boredom a bit. -You have each other, don't you? -The pet, so naive. Come on, give me that shell. -Listen, do you sell beer here, too? -Among other things, yes. Pipi, why don't you go and see how many bottles we've got in our private collection? While I try and keep this young man happy. How many am I going to let you steal from me? -Three bottles and an opener. -And an opener? She wants three bottles and an opener. Don't you hear that? Uncle Bernard! You'd be surprised how many opportunities I get around here, even at my age, for nice little intimate chats with attractive young men. She goes and ruins everything, always. I must've been out of my mind when I put money into the business. My business, not her. Would you like me to open them for you? No, who's going to foot the bill for this then? Have this one on me. Five there. Thank you. Pipi, This generous gesture doesn't alter the fact that you're making your friend unhappy. Every time he meets a nice, attractive young boy, the most promising and delicious contact comes to nothing thanks to your vulgar appearance. Pardon me, but you stink, and your face makes even the kindest hearted of men long to sink you into it. You reduce him to despair by your presence. Alter yourself, it's not difficult. You only have yourself to tackle. Go to the whores or lie down in front of a truck, but see to it. When I come back, what is there to shine has been reduced to normal proportions. Your laugh, your speech, your behavior are cultivated, in short, that you are completely changed. Only in that way you can you save your friend from destroying himself with weed and bitter. You don't lose a child like a handkerchief. Winnie! Winnie! Winnie! Winnie! -For goodness' sake, don't cry like that. -Why did you go away? I didn't go away. I just went to buy some cigarettes. Why didn't you tell me? I couldn't see you. What have you got in your pocket, bottles of lemonade? No, but I have bought you something special. Something you'll be very pleased with. You know what I can hear it saying? -Is there a voice there? -Yes. Yes, that sweet, soft voice saying that you… Nothing, it's nonsense. Isn't there a voice, then? I can hear it too, Uncle Bernard. What's it saying? That Uncle Bernard is the sweetest uncle in the world. You'd be better to drop that. Your affection won't stand up to time anyway. People will tell you nasty stories about me and in the end, you'll believe them too. My cloak is of gold, but only to those with eyes to see it. All the world's dirtiness will leave me unstained, but who is capable of noticing that nowadays? What do people understand of anxiety? The enemy has advanced irresistibly with the tide. Democracy is already tottering. Decadent capitalism, imperialism is in dire danger. What but an incredible effort! Along with superhuman sacrifices which threaten to dislocate the comfortable existence of farmer and labor. We have succeeded in pushing back the enemy hard. I, Bernard, failure, lay about, society is perilous! It is my power to rescue this uniquely Christianized culture from destruction! May God be on his side and bless the casting of the atomic hand grenade, with which you will put an end to another, so many lives! The world is full of war and rumors of war. Harvests fail and family doctors have once again with their hands in their hair, confronted with yet another incurable disease. Boom! Boom! Boom! Do it again, Uncle Bernard, do it again! Wait a minute, then. First, drink another bottle of beer. Are you using just the one chair? We have no wish to use any chair at all. You're sitting in it, therefore, you're using it. Nobody gets anything for nothing. Come on, we'll sit here again as soon as this man has left us. You will, will you? What do you want? You'll have to pay for already having used a chair so far. You've been sitting in it. Nobody gets anything for nothing. Listen, have you been walking all day long in the rain? Don't lie, because I can see that you haven't. Go back where you came from. Go and sit there on your shriveled, cold hands. Stop making a nuisance of yourself. Everywhere I go, I meet with people whom I'm obliged to talk to, although they're beneath me because they ask of me what is not mine to give. You'll not get any money out of me, and don't force me to enter into a conversation I have not invited. You'll pay if I say so. I've got to have that money. Nobody gets anything for nothing. You throw your glass around and your shit guzzling beer in my chair. What are you up to with that poor little child? You skunk. May that remark be forgiven you in the next world, Grandpa, but right now, in this one, I am going to knock your teeth in. You see the sand, the wind leaves its traces, but if I were to strike you dead, you'd be forgotten. There's no chance for you, is there? I'll bury you in that hole over there. Come on, Uncle Bernard, let's go. Next year, the children will play with your sand bucket. Bugger off! Now wait, wait a minute. How much do I owe you? One and six. I had a ticket fall over here somewhere. -Here they are. -Wait a minute. Puny creature, there you are, you two bear the stamp of divine, even though your sun is gradually setting, once and for all. -Hang on to that chair or you'll fall. -What are you up to now? You see what acting the Lord leads to, complete and utter subjection of the occupant of a beast chair. May God be with you, friend. -What do you want? -Put your boot on my knee. Time for a conference, Winnie. Should we go to the promenade? Okay, Uncle Bernard, can we go to the funfair? She said she wants to go to the funfair. -I want to go to the blue one. -She wants to go to the blue one. Please, Uncle Bernard, come with me. Out of the question, there's no one else, you have the whole place for yourself. Hey. Bernie! Hey, that's great meeting you here. Hey, what are you doing here? Out for a walk with my girl. I presume this is your wife and child. Yes, this is Tonie. Put a scarf around your head, or it will soon be looking as if we've been spitting in it. Winnie, take that boy's hand. Tonie, look after the children. By the way, are you aware that you have a damned interesting husband who writes marvelous poetry? Come on, Nicholas. You came out here, I suppose, to get a breath of fresh air and inspiration. That's it, you are right. Nicholas, how come you're the owner of a car? You've been throwing sand in people's eyes, what do you do for a living? Teacher. Scandalous profession. Especially for a poet. Yes, but I have a wife and child. -You are responsible for them. -Nonsense, Nicholas. A man like you doesn't need to marry. A woman like that thinks it's something very special to share like a poet. However, be honest. Is that woman really such a blessing to us? You should live in your poems. -You said one of your poems did so well. -Which one was that? It was such a long time ago. Very beautiful, fresh, sensitive. You mustn't think ill of me if I can't remember how the lines went. You're so productive. The poet is the sky. The sea, the countryside. The poet is the universe. I want to go. The sole thing that matters is the decay. The decline. Authentic truth. The thing is, the sole thing that matters is to realize, to recognize. All the rest is trash. The thing that matters is the poetry. Don't you agree? Unless you're a highly complicated personality, you won't be offended if there are times when I can't quite follow you. You must tell me when you want me to clarify anything. Poets will always have to demolish barriers to understanding. Nicholas, I imagine that if after, let's say 20, you'd have to have quite an extraordinary talent. Now, as I listen to your monotonous voice, simply laden with a remarkable dullness, typical of your modesty, rather like a jamming station, an interruptible Ooh ah ooh. One doesn't have to listen to it, it makes itself felt anywhere. You are right. Jamming station. That's a splendid image. I'll remember that one. So very pretty. The drink we put back that last time, huh? A happy memory. We'll have to get back to the promenade, or we'll shortly come to one or two joints where I prefer not to show my face. You stay here, I'll ride with Nicholas and Winnie to a nice place I know. Winnie's been out in the rain, I'm afraid she'll catch a chill. -Yes, but… -The place I'm thinking of is close by. Nicholas will be back before you notice he's gone. -You'll come straight back… -Yes, yes. -Pity though. -All is well, huh? -Yes. -All right. Right, slow down. Slow down, stop here. That's it, there. It looks like a dump to me. Why do you want to come to this one? There are a dozen better ones on this street. This bar is unique. It's uninviting from the outside, but you haven't seen the worst yet. It's only when one gets inside, one realizes how filthy it is. No jukebox, no radio, no service charge. This is the place for us, Nicholas. The outcasts. The one and only place for us. You are right. I will go get Tonie and the kid. You're not leaving until you've had a drink on me. Can I stay in the car? Why don't you let her stay? All right, but keep your fingers off the knobs. No beer for me, give me a gin. I'm waiting for the delivery man to call. It could be any time now. Bottoms up. That is on me. Are you going to get that wife of yours? Hey. Poets are susceptible creatures who often lead their friends to despair. So preoccupied listening to their inner voices that they mistake another's voice for one of their own. To prevent that happening, Nicolas, just hang on to your watch to make sure some woman or other doesn't make you come to an ignoble decision, which you'll regret. Stop acting the fool, I'll come back. A desire to have you back has made me think. I am convinced, of course, that you will come back, but are you afraid, to find me and your watch gone when you do? As usual, the truth will lie somewhere in between, let's bring someone else. Hey, would you give this back to this gentleman when he returns? He has to go and get his money, he left it behind him. I thought you said this round was on you. Merely a figure of speech, to keep mutual misunderstanding out of our relationship. I'll be seeing you, then. Oh, yes. Here we are again, in another hole, talking to myself. I took that little girl with me. Who is she, some niece of yours? -Where have you left the children? -In the car. Couldn't we sit at a table? These stools look a bit risky to me. I say, I say, I say, I've got my purse with me, sir. That's right, can we have some beer? Sit down and make yourself comfy with me. Listen to this. Desperate times float through hostile mists like shoals of fish, my poems swim into my mouth. Into the gaping cave of my mouth. Go on. Go on, Nicholas. Dumb today. Today, no words will come. Dumb. Today, the words get stuck in my throat. Dumb, dumb. The poem dies today in the tangled trash bin of my throat. Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb. Dumb? I, I, I, I, me, me, me, me, I, I, me, me, I, I, me, I, I, me, I, I, me, me. You know what I call that one? -All about Nicholas. -The beginning and the end. You see, here the poet is both the subject and the object of the poem. However, it's the rhythm that really matters. I, I, me, I, I, me, I, I, me. Me. I am a stranger here. I stood alone. I tire direct, as a clarinet. I sing my tune, but of my notes, none, none finds an echo in the silence of stone in which I jump. In the shadows of stone of which I drop. Will you stop jumping around in that chair, for God's sake? Go on, go on. No, forget it. It's fascinating. Another time. Now you see what I mean? You shouldn't be so sensitive. Don't cry, do you want to play? Do you want to play with my shell? I can't hear a thing. Melissa, I'm so glad you're in. Listen, it was so intimate this morning, you and I together. Were you hoping I'd go a bit further? Nicholas, Nicholas! You have reached the first and most difficult stage on the road to public drunkenness. You feel blue, your drink tastes ghastly and what you'd like to do most of all is crawl into bed and sleep. Now is the time to forge ahead, my boy. There is only one thing for it. -He's got to drive in a minute or two. -That is a pity. You probably have to push that car of yours all the way home. Nicholas, did you hear what Tonie was saying? That didn't take him long. I thought he was used to drinking. He's often like that. It's better for a man to drink than experiment with drugs. Do you think so? We've smoked marijuana now and then at our place. Nicholas wanted to see what would happen. He said all the American poets do. In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king. For those drugs, you meet furtive young types, whispering in corners about the secret things they get up to. I think it's all a bit creepy. They sit serious pulling away a cigarette and then letting the smoke out so slowly and then inhaling again, and then they start acting so silly. Tonie, you're sweet, you're good to look at, and you have nice ways. Also, you cook marvelous meals from the pittance Nicholas allows you for the housekeeping. However, the main thing is, you're so gentle. Our paths failed to cross. Let's make the most of what's left to us. That's enough. Only if you promise I can come and look you up. It's impossible, the people and Jonathan. If we do it the way they do it in French vases, humor aside. If we're caught, you can be sure of hearty laughter. The husband with horns. What are you two whispering about? I hope you've not been getting up to anything. Nicholas, I see you're wearing wool next to your skin. Doesn't that set up irritation and itching and red patches? Damn and blast. -Is it an unironed shirt? -Yes. Poor Nicholas, I'm afraid it's beyond repair. It's impossible to mend that fine weave with any needle. It always leaves lumps where the cotton pulls the edges together. Now, if only you were called Louis, Nicolas, it would pass for a monogram. [indistinct] That will do for the day. Tonie, I advise you fill your husband with coffee. You, Nicholas, be kind, gentle, to your little wife. She will call the barkeeper and restore freshness to your pedantic line. She's not doing it out of love at first sight. Try to appreciate it all the same. -Have you got enough money to pay with? -I think so. Nicolas has to buy the petrol tomorrow. Are you leaving already, then? I'll have a hangover tomorrow. I'll come and have lunch with you the day after. All right. Don't worry, I've got your back. Try to be sick. Goodbye, everybody. It's been a pleasure. What a long time you've been, Uncle Bernard. Careful or you'll wake Jonny. Are they all right? Nicholas is making a dreadful speech. Make it as quick as you can. He's after a fight with you. Imagine if the sun was shining, how only the upper half of the old houses would still be illuminated. Turning corners, we would be greeted by a yellow light, like a hail of bullets, concentrated fire aimed low. Winnie, it would be the death of us. Are we going home? Yes, we ought to go. Don't you think I should call your mother first? See that place over there? They must have a telephone. Why don't you wait here nicely and count and see how long it's going to take me to make a call? One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, 11, 12,13, 14,15, 16,17, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, One hundred and five, 106, 107, 108, 109. Do you work abroad? Yes, Ghana, Africa. Then you're on leave, I suppose. -Were the wife and kids with you? -I'm not married. Oh la la. Then the negrosses will have had a hot time of it, I suppose. Insiders tell me that the atmosphere in the tropics has a marked effect on male potency. -I know those kids, you can forget that. -Anyone care for a throw? Not me, I always win. There was a time when I had to keep myself by dicing. On the big stow, Mississippi steamboats, the sound of my name. Still like the crack of a whip. Maybe they could make dice of fur. Finish them in their own way. I can [indistinct] -Put your hood up, you'll get soaking wet. -Hey, don't go to sleep in here. One moment. Don't be under any illusion about that head of black hair there. The color is mere camouflage. Think of the young Negroes back in Ghana. Every one of them has got a better bosom than that, and without any calculation. Come on, my boy, home with you. Where's the person who belongs to that poor child standing outside? What's the matter? -Take her home. -Take a taxi and go home. I should if I were you, daddy. Where can I find a taxi? The stand in the square. -You can tell me when you're feeling low. -All right, thanks, Uncle Bernard. Are we going home now? I feel a bit tired. I've got a lovely shell, haven't I? Hello, friend. Listen, I've just had a relative come home after an exhausting and highly dangerous trip abroad. His experiences are too numerous for me to tell you about them, but what matters at the moment is that he's been burnt all over his body by the sun, and he's prey to attacks of malaria. He asked me to come out and fetch some gin to ease his suffering. -Are you a customer? -Indeed I am. My wife always orders the crates of beer that I need so badly from you, on doctor's prescription, I suffer from a shortage of vitamin B. I don't believe a word of it. Come on, I'll serve you. Hide it well away, if you don't mind. You know, the regulations. You wouldn't object, would you, if we were to consume beer here? Give Winnie some lemonade. Take something for yourself. I like to relax a bit in the evenings. This is always something to be done. I'm thinking of clearing out that window again tonight. You mustn't forget you're on your legs all day. Helping customers. The owners of small businesses have to work harder than anyone else and get the worst of it. Take my case, for instance, I have a thriving, greengrocers' business. What do I get out of all my slaving? Nothing. All right, if need be, I can afford to buy myself a new car once a year, I never take less than three months holiday, but then… I can recommend having to work till seven every evening, that's long hours. Especially in the greengrocery trade and in the winter months. I'm obliged to be up first thing in the morning, too, thanks to the unreliability of the sort of shop assistants you get nowadays, whose got their fist in the till the moment your back's turned. Look, my beer's finished, but not my torturing thirst. What a sweet child. She used to be a little girl with her legs and arms and… I'm coming back for that gin in ten minutes, -I'm getting a sandwich. -You ought to have a sliced cherry. You'd had a few drinks before you came in here. It suddenly comes over all of a sudden, sometimes quietly. Come along, ring three times. I'll open up for you. This is my… It's glorious, glorious. Oh, God! God! Winnie, Winnie! Where are we? Winnie, Winnie! Winnie, Winnie! Winnie, Winnie! Winnie! Winnie, Winnie! Winnie! What is he doing? He must be one of those madmen practicing for the Olympic Games, by the look of it. What is he saying? Winning, cheering himself up as he goes. Winnie, Winnie. Winnie, please come help me. Winnie. Winnie! Winnie! Help me! Help! Winnie! Winnie! Winnie, Winnie! Winnie, Winnie, I'm sorry. Don't cry, Uncle Bernard, please don't cry. My baby, I'm sorry. Everything will be all right. You'll soon feel better. Winnie, taxi. We'll find a taxi and we'll go home. -Taxi and home. -Yes, taxi and home. Sorry. Uncle Bernard, did you hurt yourself? Uncle Bernard? Uncle Bernard! Did you hurt yourself, Uncle Bernard? Uncle Bernard! Uncle Bernard! Uncle Bernard! Uncle Bernard! Uncle Bernard!