To lyrical music the camera pans across the road, and comes
across a couple making love on the pavement. Pedestrians step over
Carol: Oh Robert, tell me I'm beautiful.
Robert: Oh you are, you are!
Carol: Oh Robert, do you mean that?
Robert: Of course I do.
Carol: You're not just saying that because I asked you?
Robert: Of course not.
Carol: Oh Robert ... Robert, are you sure it doesn't put
Carol: My father wanting to come and live with us.
Robert: No, of course I don't mind your father coming to
live with us.
Carol: He wouldn't just be living with us.
Robert: What do you mean?
Carol: Well, he finds it very difficult to get to sleep on
his own, so I said he could sleep with us.
Robert: He wants to put his bed in our room?
Carol: No, no, of course not.
Robert: Oh good ...
Carol: Our bed is plenty big enough for three ...
Carol: He'd just get into bed and go to sleep.
Robert: No. I'm not having that.
Carol: Oh Robert, I thought you loved me?
Robert: Well I do, but ...
Carol: Well, he wouldn't look.
Robert: He's bound to peek.
Carol: No, no, he wouldn't honestly.
Robert: No! No! No!!
Cut to the three of them in bed. Robert is in the middle.
Father wears striped pajamas, the others are nude. There is an
Father: You young couple just carry on. Take no notice of
me ... (silence; they smile half-heartedly) I don't want to
feel as though I'm getting in the way.
Carol: Oh no dad, you're not.
Robert: No, no.
Carol: Well, I think I'll get to sleep.
Father: Are you sure?
Carol: Oh yes, I'm a bit tired after the wedding.
Father: Bob, what about you?
Robert: Oh yes, all right, yes.
Father: Oh well, I seem to be O/C lights.
Carol: (to Robert) Good night, darling.
Robert: Good night.
Father: Good night!
He switches the light off. It is pitch dark. There is a long
pause, then a strange scraping noise like a pencil being sharpened.
The scraping is followed by sawing and is eventually replaced by
short sharp knocking sounds. This goes on for some time.
Carol: Father. Father, what are you doing?
Father: I'm making a boat.
Father: It's the Cutty Sark. It's a model I've been making
in the dark for some years now.
Carol: Well, wouldn't it be better with the light on?
Father: No, no, I'm making it in the dark, that's the
There is a click. The light goes on. He looks disappointed. In
his hands is a completely shapeless mass of wood and nails.
Father: Oh dear, not as accurate as I thought.
Robert: It's not the Cutty Sark!
Father: Well it hasn't got its sails yet. Oh well I'll ...
I'll have a look at it in the dark room in the morning. Good night.
(grunts from the others who are already snuggling down; lights go