1:33:00
He's off.
1:33:05
Come on, you soppy sod.
1:33:12
It ain't weather for the beach, I tell you.
1:33:15
Mad Gunner Tate.
1:33:17
Mad Jack Dodds. You think he whisked
this up special, do you?
1:33:23
-Well.
-Well.
1:33:26
Well, June...
1:33:28
...they must be there by now.
1:33:28
...they must be there by now.
1:33:31
Margate.
1:33:34
Jack in the sea.
1:33:37
Or about to be.
1:33:41
Goodbye, Jack.
1:33:47
Goodbye, June.
1:33:52
Oh, June.
1:34:00
We've got to make our own lives now,
June...
1:34:02
...without each other.
We've got to go our own separate ways.
1:34:06
I've got to think of my own future.
1:34:09
Now 50 years is beyond the call
for bringing up baby.
1:34:16
Most I've ever wanted,
the most I've ever hoped for...
1:34:19
...in those 50 years,
I haven't asked for the earth, believe me...
1:34:22
...is that you should've looked at me
just once and said:
1:34:26
"Mom."
1:34:31
I couldn't have just stopped coming
without saying this to your face.
1:34:39
Goodbye, June.