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Die! Die!

Repeat: urgent assistance! We're outside

the station, surrounded by a hostile crowd.

Die! Die!

Oh, Christ! -Die! Die!

Oh, for Christ's sake! - Repeat: urgent assistance!

Are you OK?.

How was that allowed to happen?. A crowd like that outside our own door!

You told them he's gay.

Gay?. A miserable sod like that?.

Yeah. -I told them he was a shirt-lifter.

What's going on?.

I was just about to come in and tell you, sir.

There's a hostile crowd outside the station.

Get onto Brighton Road nick. A bit of backup. Discreet.

That's my middle name. - I'll speak to three of them.

In there, in my own time. Pick the biggest mouths.

Right. -Why wasn't I told about this earlier?.

Will you listen to me?. -I am!

Stay within the law, or you'll end up in there.

Did Cassidy do it?.

We're conducting our enquiries with vigour...

Did Cassidy do it?. - Is that clear?.

Yes! I want to know.

Will you listen to me?. We're conducting our enquiries...

Are you charging him?. - We're optimistic...

Are you gonna charge him?. - I'm not gonna say any more.

I'm gonna take you upstairs and bang you up...

Your girlfriend's coming down.

She likes trap two, does she?.

Don't turn your back.

He says he was with you.

Yeah, he was. - You've remembered?.

Yes. -He says you went to the theatre.

You're lying. He hates the theatre.

He says he cooked you a meal.

Yes, he did. -What was it?.

I can't remember. - What was it?.

Chicken. -Just chicken?.

And vegetables. Broccoli, potatoes, peas.

Wine?. -Yeah.

What kind?. -Dry white.

What then?. -Erm... we listened to music.

Classical?. -No, it was jazz.

Sex?.

No, thanks. -Did you have sex?.

Yes. -What was it like?.

None of your business.

What would you say if I told you he was queer?.

I'd say that you were the one with the moustache.

Do we have to check all this out, Leslie?.

No, you don't. It's the truth.

You're lying.

That's OK.

But if we have to prove you're lying, we

will come down on you like a ton of bricks.

You've been his alibi for years, haven't you, Leslie?.

No.

He's gay, but he won't come out.

That's understandable. He's a teacher. Clause 28 and all that.

He needs a woman, a member of staff, to

prove to the whole school that he's straight.

He talks marriage. He lets it known that

he's talking marriage, but it is just talk.

He never names the day.

How long have you known him?.

Three years.

Three years, and all that time, not one suspicion?.

He tried to kill himself.

I know what you're thinking - you'll have to leave the school.

"Poor old Leslie, hanging on to Cassidy like

grim death, and all the time... blah blah. "

Some of them will laugh at you. That's OK. But some of them will pity you.

And if you lie to us now, they will despise you.

Were you with him three nights ago?.

No.

Nigel!

What have they told you?.

Well, it's a pack of lies! -I'm... I'm sorry.

For Christ's sake, it's a pack of lies!

They told her you're gay.

I'm not.

Mmm. She believed them.

I think if you told my wife I was gay, she wouldn't believe you.

There has to be suspicion.

Shall I prove it to you?. Somewhere private?.

What were you doing three nights ago?.

I stayed in. -With Leslie?.

Yeah. -That's not what she told us.

I marked books, I jogged, I marked some more books.

The fancy man.

Bates.

What was he wearing?.

You jogged. Through the woods?.

On the road.

What was he wearing?. Bob!

You live near the woods, but you prefer to jog on the road?.

Go in there, and ask her to ask him what he was wearing when he was running.

There's a good track through those woods, isn't there?.

So you have used it in the past?.

A long time ago.

You get a lot of kids in the woods.

You're a teacher, fair game. They shout things out. It can wind you up.

You're jogging to try and relax. That's why I don't use the woods, OK?.

OK.

Now, why did you try to kill yourself?.

I'd had a few drinks, I was just depressed.

Yeah. What about?.

The Exchange Rate Mechanism.

What were you wearing that night, when you were jogging?.

Tracksuit, trainers. -Would you mind if we went to get them?.

I would. Yeah, I would.

OK.

Did you have that on?.

Yeah. -Could I borrow it for an hour or two?.

Thanks.

Would you like a cup of tea?.

Can I come in?.

The wife's in.

It's about your statement.

You were in the woods with your girlfriend, and you saw a man jogging?.

Yeah.

Who is it?.

Christian Aid.

Was he going fast or slow?.

Quite fast.

Well, there you are, you see. -Look, won't this keep?.

No. Jogging. People think slow.

But he was going fast?.

Yeah. -Running would be more accurate?.

Running from the scene, yeah.

They just want it accurate.

We want you for an ID parade. You can change your statement then.

What do I tell my wife?. - You'll think of something.

I taught the boy!

When you teach kids, you get close to them.

I've had nits off bloody kids, never mind bits of fibre!

The thing is, he wore a shirt and tie at school.

He put that T-shirt on at 5pm. So between 5pm

and the time of his death, you touched him.

Another thing about T-shirts.

I have a teenage son, so I know about these things.

You do not put on your best T- shirt to go and see your dad.

You save it for copping off.

You wear it to impress somebody you fancy.

He fancied you, didn't he?.

You were his teacher, and very properly, you resisted.

But that night, he came to you, didn't he, in that T-shirt?.

A blond, beautiful teenage boy.

Those arms, those eyes, that smile.

I don't blame you for weakening.

Nobody does.

I marked books.

I jogged.

And then I marked some more books.

That's all.

Pick him. Pick him, pick him.

This man.

Yes, brilliant!

This man's here because he taught the boy, isn't he?.

I know him. He teaches my son an' all.

It is not this man.

It is definitely not this man.

How do you know?. -Sorry?.

That he's not the jogger Bates saw.

Bates told us he wasn't.

He was lying. Chief witness goes up to

chief suspect. Definitely not him. Bollocks.

He wants to keep himself out of court.

Doesn't want some smart-arse barrister asking what he was doing in the woods.

It's David Bilborough. I've been ringing my wife.

Could you just see if the car's there?. Thanks.

Keep away from Fitz. You're starting to sound like him.

What do you mean by that?. - You know what I mean.

I don't. I don't know what you mean, and I'd like you to explain, so...

Hey, hey, hey. -It's nothing to do with you, OK?. Nothing.

I'd hate to come home to you in a flat week.

Thanks, yeah.

She's in the garden.

Would you please explain, sir?.

Do you think he's guilty?.

Yeah.

Do you?. You're gut instinct. Is he guilty?.

Yeah.

I know he's guilty. Our job is to get as much evidence as we can against him.

That's our job. No bloody philosophy, thanks very much.

Whatever's going on between you and Fitz is affecting the way you do your work.

We expect a result, we get sweet FA, and

you talk about progress. That's Fitz-speak.

I get enough of him. I don't want it from a member of my team.

Don't give me any crap about keeping my private life separate,

because you obviously can't.

Hello, me again. What's she doing in the garden?.

I'm bothering you, I know. Could you pop

across, and tell her to go in and relax?.

Tell her I said she's got to go in and relax. Thanks.

Pulling bleeding weeds.

I can't keep my private life separate?.

I haven't been fussing over my wife for the last half hour.

I think that's a bit below the belt.

She's been pregnant before.

They lost it.

I've spoken to some of the ringleaders, and

have backup standing by. It's under control.

Can you charge Cassidy?.

Not yet, no.

You know what'll happen if you let him go?. -I can handle it.

How's the wife?.

No change.

You should be with her, David.

We can hold the fort for a few days.

Don't do this to me.

He's guilty. It's only a matter of time

before he coughs. Please don't do this to me.

Please.

OK.

You're letting him go?. -We can't hold him without evidence.

You must have had evidence to pull the bastard in!

The man is innocent. I'm sure we're going

to have more questions, but he's free to go.

You said you had enough! - You said you were optimistic!

You two aren't! You're not leaving till Mr Cassidy is safely away.

You're holding us, and letting that bastard go!

I have reason to believe a crime will be committed if I let you go.

Therefore you're staying in the station. All right?.

I don't believe this.

OK.

The, er, meter ran out. I had no pound coins.

Is this your handwriting, Mr Cassidy?.

Yes.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. "

This is Timothy Lang's book.

I know. So?.

Do you remember those Hamlet cigar ads?. I had a great one.

The guy tried to gas himself, right?.

Singularly unsuccessful because it's natural gas.

Right?. So he decides to console himself by lighting a Hamlet cigar.

He lights it up. Boom! The whole house goes up.

As the dust settles, a camera goes in, finds the packet, and it says,

"Smoking can seriously damage your health".

Oi, Cassidy, you pervert! -Bastard!

I'll get you, you bastard!

I'm arresting you on suspicion of causing

criminal damage and endangering life.

You do not have to say anything, but anything you do say...

Tell him he's dead!

Cassidy, you're dead, mate!

Put them in the van. -Just wait till I get hold...

What are you going to do about that?.

I suggest you spend the night in a hotel with DS Beck and Fitz, OK?.

Yeah, OK. -We're over here.

Why Beck?.

Sir!

Cos Beck'll keep his mind on the job. You won't.

As soon as this is sorted, I'm off.

Yeah?. Where?.

Anywhere. Just so long as there's not the

faintest chance of bumping into a copper.

Ah, Moss Side.

I've got two weeks due. I'm taking it.

With Peter?. -Probably.

I'll miss you.

Can I play the dirty old man for just one minute?.

You've made a career out of it. What's another minute?.

Young women are wasted on young men.

You'll be off on holiday with Peter, right,

and you'll want him to rub oil on your back, and he'll be reading or something.

He'll do it, but he won't want to. Now me, I

would rub oil on your back until Boots ran dry.

Do you fancy a quick one?.

Can't. -Why not?.

Minute's up.

That's what you'd like, though, isn't it, Fitz?.

Me on the side, your wife and your kids to go home to.

Yes.

I think most men would. In fact, if any man says otherwise, he's a liar.

Answer this. Not a joke, not a put-down. A straight answer, yeah?.

Yeah.

Will you come away with me?.

What, instead of Peter?.

Yeah.

I know what you're thinking. - Don't tell me what I'm thinking.

"I've paid the penance. I might as well commit the sin. "

No analysis, please.

Just a straight answer.

Drop Fitz at the hotel, and back to the station.

Right.

Is he paralysed?.

The answer is yes.

Yes to what?.

I've asked him to come away, and roger me rigid for a fortnight, sir.

Are you telling me to mind my own business?.

Yes, I am, sir.

The station.

This is posh. Bloke in there with a silver

cane taps your dick twice when you've finished.

Suit you, that job.

Drink?.

No, I'll get my own.

Sauce for Suzy, or Night of Lust?.

Night of Lust. Suzy's a lesbian.

Shall I tell you why I can't stand lesbians?.

Please.

Queers are OK. As long as I don't turn my back on you, you're OK.

Two queers doing it, that's two women going spare.

But two lesbians doing it, that's two men going short.

You can tell he reads The Guardian, can't you?.

We don't have the suspect with us!

Please all disperse! Just go home. -Who's in there, then?.

Please all go home. We don't have him with us.

You're not nicking me dad!

These two... These two men have broken the law.

I can understand why they've broken it, but to understand is not to excuse.

For the last time, let me through!

Look, it's my brother murdered, and you're nicking my dad!

They've broken the law!

And you will all be under arrest... - You're not listening, are you, wanker!

Get the backup!

Mrs Lang, would you step aside, please?.

You're breaking my arm!

I want the mob dispersed. I don't care how you do it.

Disperse the bastards.

I've done nothing, you soft sod!

You obstructed a police officer, sunshine!

In there! Behave!

You've broken my son's arm, you bastard! I want a lawyer down here, and a doctor!

It's under control. I've sent backup in.

It got a bit out of hand, but it's under control.

Sorted.

You've brought those men to this nick?.

My officers made the arrest. Taking them

elsewhere would be bowing to that lot out there.

You're needed.

Come on, lads. Come on.

Didn't even consider it, did you?.

I did, sir. -The effect it would have.

I did, sir. They were obstructing.

You're not charging him?. -Yeah.

Go up to the canteen.

I've sent backup in, sir.

You go up to the canteen, have a cup of tea. Stay there.

Go and have a cup of tea!

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. " What are you sorry about?.

You're sorry because...?. - I'm sorry he's dead.

You're sorry because you killed him.

I'm sorry he's dead.

You're lying! You're sorry because you killed him.

I didn't kill him.

Explain the fibres on your watch.

I've no need to explain anything.

They prove you touched him sometime

between 5 o'clock and the time of his death.

You touched him.

Did more than touch him.

Oh, for a common or garden rapist! Them I can understand.

Sick bastards like you, shoving bits of metal into kids!

Homophobia. -What kind of hobby is that, huh?.

What possible pleasure can you get out of that?.

Homophobia - a morbid fear of...

I know what Fitzophobia is - a morbid fear

of men who talk through their arse! Stay out of this.

You were about 14 when you came over here, right?.

This is the suspect.

New boy in school. Difficult age to make friends.

The girls would talk to you. A new face - girls like that.

But the boys...

We've got clout.

When we bang you up, you're going to be

begging for Section 43, a bit of protection.

I don't want protection.

The boys ignored you, didn't they?.

You think the screws will give you protection?. Are they shite!

I don't want it.

One boy in particular.

You wanted to be near him, you wanted to

hold him, and touch him. It bothered you.

Those screws have kids of their own.

They'll leave your cell door open, they'll turn their back.

Then the lads will be in, and they won't be shaking your hand.

You know what I'm saying?. - You thought you were gay.

Will you shut it!

You loved that boy.

You are talking crap.

It kept you awake at night.

"Am I queer?. Am I queer?."

"The girls talk to me. They must see it in me.

The boys ignore me.

I'll prove I'm not queer. "

How do you prove you're not queer?. You pick a fight.

Who do you fight?.

Whose face do you smash to a pulp?. The boy you loved.

Bollocks!

He's done this before.

He looks in there, and in there

for something sick, something twisted.

And because he's felt it, because he's thought it, he thinks we all have.

Well, we haven't.

Some of us are normal!

Are you giving her one?.

Who?.

Penhaligon.

Where was I before I was so rudely interrupted?.

Section 43. If we say yeah, you get it. If we say no, you don't.

And if you don't, you end up in court with your dick in a jar.

Do you understand what I'm saying?.

Yes.

Yeah?.

Penhaligon, boss. What are you doing?.

What do you think I'm doing?.

Your wife's gone into labour.

Is the crowd dispersing?.

Just about.

Drive me to the hospital, then get onto Beck. Cassidy's got to cough.

Right.

Something I ate.

It's your arrogance, Fitz.

A nice young bit of stuff like that, and you are hanging around her.

I wouldn't even dream of it.

Yeah, well, I've got my hair in the right place.

Read it, please.

I can't.

I've had this for years. I'm not shaving it off

just cos a bunch of queers start growing them.

It's beneath me. I'm not that insecure. Do you understand what I'm saying?.

Keep your hair on.

Read it, please.

No.

Because that's what made you kill him.

"First ice.

Tears on the classroom floor.

I start to grieve.

He opens the classroom door.

He tells me to leave.

First ice isn't nice. "

Why "First ice"?.

It's a...

...poem about a...

...girl in a telephone box I...

She's been hurt. I read it to the kids, and...

get them to write about a time they were hurt.

"He opens the classroom door, and tells me to leave. "

That's you.

It is, isn't it?.

14 years old.

Beautiful.

More a girl than a boy.

You want to hold him, touch him, explore.

He's crying.

"It's all right, Timothy. It's OK, it's OK."

He's screaming.

You've gone too far.

He'll tell his mother. His mother'll tell the police.

The police'll come round to the school.

One hand's enough.

Such a delicate throat.

The eyes won't close. You squeeze and you squeeze, but the eyes won't close.

You turn him over, face down in the mud. You hold him.

You run. Where?. Home.

You pace the floor. "I've strangled him. I strangled him. "

A rope!

You go back. He's still there, cold.

You pick him up.

There's air in the lungs. It gets squeezed out. Sounds like a groan.

For one terrible second, you think he's still alive.

I marked books.

I jogged.

People must have seen me jogging.

And then I came home and marked some more books.

Good girl. Oh, it's got a lovely mop of hair.

That's it. Right, come on. Pant now, love.

Try and relax. Relax.

Relax! Relax! Relax!

Relax now. Pant now. Pant, come on.

Will you sod off!

Confess.

Plead guilty. It will be over in a flash.

Deny it, there'll be a trial.

Week upon week, detail upon detail.

Your mother squirming and cringing.

You've done this.

My flat, my job, my mother, Leslie.

All because you decided I was gay.

What gives you the right?.

What makes you so bloody arrogant you

can decide that after five lousy minutes?.

Because I'm right.

You're wrong.

Are you married?. -Yeah.

When was the last time you gave your wife a good seeing-to?.

When was the last time?.

That's my business.

You've poked your nose into mine for long enough.

I haven't killed somebody. You have. -I haven't.

Bring her down here. She's probably gasping for it.

I'll slip her one. You can ask her what she thinks.

All those times you made love to Leslie, she faked it every single time.

Why else would she believe you were gay?. Huh?.

She felt the need to fake it.

She knew you needed reassurance.

She knew that deep down, something was wrong.

I marked books, I jogged...

And then you marked more books.

Did you ever tell Tim off?.

Of course I told Tim off.

More than the other children?. -No.

He was special. You'd have to hide that. You'd tell him off more than the others.

No.

You were standing. He was sitting down, head bowed.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you, boy! Look at me!

Look at me!"

Then he'd look up.

Those blue eyes, those long blond lashes.

More a girl than a boy.

And his eyes were saying, "Please, stop this.

Please, stop this! Please stop this!"

How did that make you feel, Nigel?.

Grey.

What?.

They were more grey than blue.

"See me, Tim. See me, Tim. " And what, he'd go to your desk?.

I'd go to his. Well, not just his, every pupil's.

Ah. So, you'd squat?.

You'd be really close. Touching. Going through his work.

You'd exchange glances.

Be inches away. Inches away from those eyes, huh?.

That was it, the moment you'd been waiting for,

the moment that would get you through the day.

He really was that special to you, wasn't he, Nigel?.

He disgusted me.

And what were they saying, those eyes, the last time you saw them?.

"Please, stop this! Please, stop this! Please stop this!"

You want to atone.

Yes.

That's why you tried to kill yourself.

A life for a life.

Yes.

I don't want that much, Nigel. Just confess.

I know you want to confess.

You've killed a child, Nigel. That's a terrible, terrible burden.

You want to share it.

I'm here, Nigel. I'm willing to share your burden.

You're willing to share my burden?.

Yes.

I won't let you forget you said that.

I won't forget it.

I killed Timothy Lang.

Come on, darling. You're the most

beautiful woman that's ever lived. Come on.

Argh!

Come on, darling.

Good girl, good girl.

It's a boy.

Hi.

I was thinking of going away for a while.

On your own?.

Yeah.

You look terrible. - Well, I haven't slept.

Then sleep.

How often have you wished me dead?. -I've lost count.

So you could sleep with other men with a clear conscience.

I've put it to dozens of couples.

I don't give a damn how many people you've put it to. You're wrong.

I've had opportunities, Fitz. More than most.

Men see me. They see you sitting next to me.

Overweight, pissed, arguing with someone at the next table,

totally ignoring me until you've smashed him into an intellectual pulp.

They assume I'm available. -Yeah, I know.

I enjoy it. -Yes, I've seen you.

All that effort to impress is wasted,

because they haven't got a tenth of that,

or a twentieth of that.

I've loved you for 25 years, and I have never wanted anyone else.

Just a minute! I asked you all to wait outside.

Listen, the press conference will start in half an hour. Now, please, outside.

He's coming, he's coming!

Say nothing. Say nothing.

Yeah?.

I was getting sick of the jokes, right?.

So, I got rid of it.

I was going to keep it, just to prove I've got nothing to prove.

But I haven't got to prove I've got nothing

to prove, so I got rid of it, right?.

Could you give us that again, Jimmy?.

Hey, hey, calm down.

Calm down!

Calm down.

I'm off.

Stay for one, stay for one.

Tell Peter if you want a tan, he's got to

let you out of the bedroom now and again.

And don't speak with your mouth full.

Coffee?.

What do you want?. - I've come to help you.

I lost my job, my flat's been destroyed,

Leslie's walked out, and my mother's being persecuted.

Apart from decapitation, what else can you do for me?.

You were living a lie.

You're a happily married man, are you?.

Hm?.

Never thought of adultery, or just walking away from it all?.

You don't. You go on living your lie.

You're a hypocrite.

There are worse things, Nigel.

To hell with the consequences, with who gets

hurt, just so long as you can expose lies.

Not your own, of course.

Other people's.

That's got nothing to do with truth.

Just utter selfishness, you bloody hypocrite.

You're the murderer. Get out of the bloody pulpit.

You said you were willing to share my burden. Do you remember that?.

Yes.

I didn't kill Tim.

Don't believe you.

I'm not gay.

I fancied him because he was a girl.

Nigel, I don't mind you telling me lies, but come on!

He knew.

He'd talk to me at school.

In the staffroom, they'd laugh.

"Takes one to know one", they'd say.

I'd laugh too.

But then he came round to my flat. He needed to talk.

He frightened me.

In the staffroom, they'd laugh.

It brought things out in me.

I chased him away. He died that night.

Are you saying you didn't kill him?.

I as good as killed him.

All you saw was guilt.

The same guilt that Andy felt, that his parents

must have felt, or anyone who ever knew him.

That's all.

No more.

Tell me you didn't do it!

I did not kill Timothy Lang.

What's wrong, Fitz?.

An innocent man's confessed?. The killer's still out there?.

No.

You were wrong.

That's what's bothering you, isn't it?.

You arrogant bastard!

If you want to punish yourself, I'll fix something

up for you, you selfish, twisted little prick!

But there's a killer out there! He's going to strike again.

Retract your confession. - I want him to kill again.

Retract your confession right now.

I want him to kill again.

You said you'd share my burden.

That's my burden.

I'm responsible for the death of a child.

If he kills again, you'll know what it's like.

You'll be able to share it.

You did promise. Am I right?.

You did promise.

Oh, my God!

Oi! Oi!

Fitz?.

He didn't do it.

How do you know?. -I've just spoken to him. He told me.

And you believe him?. -Yeah.

Is he going to retract his statement?.

No.

Then what's the problem?. - He didn't do it!

We got a result. It's up to CPS now.

Hey, sarge!

Sarge?.

Will you behave yourselves, the pair of you?. Will you just grow up!

Look, I don't give a shit about the result. He didn't do it.

It's the truth that counts. - I've got a press conference.

I got the statement off that man!

That means I'm resp... - DS Beck got the statement.

What?. -DS Beck got the statement.

After shrewd and persistent questioning, the witness made his statement.

That man couldn't get Edward the Confessor to cough.

I got the statement... - Why don't you piss off?.

Jimmy.

Why don't you just piss off?. -Jimmy!

I've had to put up with you all night, and the novelty is wearing a bit thin!

Why don't you just button your baldy lip!

Tell them I'm coming.

If you don't stop this now, we're finished. I'm out of here.

Have you finished?.

It's the truth that matters, not the result. The truth!

Here endeth the lesson, yeah?.

Yeah.

If I let him go, what have we got left?. Nothing.

What do you want me to do?.

He didn't do it!

You told me he did.

I pursued one sole line of enquiry, and

you want me to tell the boss I was wrong?.

I'd be back pounding the bloody beat.

You want me to tell that lot I was wrong?.

They'd lynch me. You want me to tell his mother I was wrong?.

I'm charging him.

He's innocent! Can you live with that, because I can't?.

Right. Everyone ready, yeah?.

A man was arrested this morning in

connection with the murder of Timothy Lang.

That man has since been charged, and will appear in court in the morning.

That's all. Thank you.

What evidence do you have for arresting this man?.

Boss? -IShut it, Jimmy.

Any more bodies?. He can'tjust leave like that!

You're hopeless. It's like a habit. -So what?.

Keep your nose out. -I'm serious.

It's either find a job, or go back to college.

You've got till Christmas.

Under certain terms

- you'll get up when the rest of us get up,

not spend the whole morning lying in bed.

I'm sorry. There's nobody here to take your call.

If you'd like to leave a message for Fitz,

Judith, Mark or Kate, please speak after the tone.

Message for Fitz from DS Penhaligon.

I think you've forgotten our appointment, Fitz.

College is just crap.

You're beginning to sound more like your father every day, Mark.

Look, it's a well-known fact - if you come

from a posh house, you do well at school.

The posher the house, the more dosh your old

man's got, the better you should do, right?.

Well-known fact, yeah?. That proves it,

then - Prince Charles is thick as pigshit.

Poshest house in the country, loads of dosh, and he gets CSE in metalwork!

And as for his brothers! Thick as pigshit, the lot of them.

What do you call a one-eyed dinosaur?.

I wanna tell you the natural facts

That a man don't understand the good book right, that's all

That's all

He's gotta have religion now, I tell you, that's all

He can go to the college or go to the school

But if he hasn't got religion he's an educated fool, that's all

Oh, well, well, that's all

You've gotta have more love,

more understanding every day of your life, that's all

People are fine to one another, and they think they're doing swell

All they want is your money, and you can go to... woah! That's all

Oh, well, well, that's all

They've gotta have religion now, I tell you, that's all