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Cheers, mate.

Our story began one summer night in 1964...

.. when I came back from America
to see my friends.

I can see now, 31 years later,

we were all about to make decisions
that would change our lives forever.

Hello, Nicky.

Nicky.

Hiya, Patrick.

Hello.

- Where's Mary?
- She's out.

Out. Oh.

She won't be long.

- Oh, right.
- Long time, no see, Nicky.

- I've been to America.
- Aye, your mam said.

I saw her in the pork shop.

- Good was it?
- Yeah.

I'm going to America.

Going to America, are you?

And Sunderland
are gonna win the League as well, are they?

Patrick.

Patrick!

Calm down.

Hi!

- Hello, pet.
- Hello, pet.

Hiya, Patrick.

What are you laughing at?

So you're back, are you?

Yep.

- He's had a fabulous time in America.
- Has he?

Yeah, he has.

We're going for a walk, Mam.

OK, pet.

See you, Patrick.

Enjoy yourselves!

I missed you.

Oh...

Nicky, no, don't put your hand in my knickers.

Oh, Mary, you've got such a beautiful arse,
though.

- Have I?
- Mm.

I dreamt about it all the summer.

All the way down from Rock Island, Illinois,
to New Orleans.

Oh, did you?

Mm. Every night on the bus
I sank into my dreams with you.

I wondered if I might be with you.

You were, Mary.
You went all the way with me.

Not all the way.

All the way. All the way to New Orleans.

Oh!

Oh, wouldn't that be nice?

Nicky, just keep doing this for a bit longer.

Oh!

Nicky, I love you.

Hannibal. St Louis.

Springfield.

Memphis,

where black people fought in the street
and demanded freedom.

- Oh, freedom!
- Ha ha ha! I missed you.

Tupelo. Columbus.

- I missed you so much.
- Selma. Lafayette.

Baton Rouge.

And finally, Mary, finally...

What?

Baton Rouge?

Well, so would yours be.

Do you think we'll ever go all the way
to New Orleans?

Yeah. We will.

One day.

But in the meantime, Whitley Bay.

There's nothing wrong with Whitley Bay.

Anyway, a couple of weeks you'll be gone again.

- To university.
- I know.

I don't want to write any more essays about
working class history. I want to go on living it.

- Like you were in America?
- Yeah.

So what does that mean, then?

I don't know, Mary.

Summer's nearly over.

Let's make the most of this next two weeks,
yeah?

I think I'll sleep here the night.

On the beach?

- Yeah.
- All night?

All night. One last night.

- Nicky, I can't.
- I know.

Shall I come with you to the bus stop?

No, I'll be OK.

Did you hear about Geordie?

What?

What?

You'll be amazed.

No, actually, you won't.

Speak to me.

Rock Island!

Hannibal!

New Orleans!

Baton Rouge!

House Of The Rising Sun

♪ There is a house in New Orleans

♪ They call the Rising Sun

♪ And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy

♪ And, God, I know...

Oh! God be praised.

♪ My mother was a tailor

♪ She sewed my new blue jeans

♪ My father was a gambling man

♪ Down in New Orleans

So...America was good, then?

- Brilliant.
- Get your leg over at all?

- Five times a night.
- Good shags?

Medium? Pathetic?

- All excellent.
- So, basically,

- you didn't get your leg over at all.
- Nowhere near.

- Do you want me to tell you why?
- I'd quite like some kind of explanation.

It's because you spent far too much time
showing the darkies how to vote.

Ah.

You know, I'd never seen my two months
voluntary work with the civil rights movement

in the most exciting part of the most exciting
country in the world in quite that light,

but now you say it, I can see for the first time
you're still a complete cretin.

I quite missed you, actually.

Though I'd never say it.

- Where's my birthday present?
- Under your bed.

I brought it round on the actual day,

but you were too busy failing
to get your leg over in Alabama.

This isn't a football?

Well spotted.

It's a Fender bass.

Oh, so it is.

- Geordie...
- It's only second-hand, man.

Geordie, I can't... You can't give me this.
They cost a fortune.

You know what pitmen are like.

Money to burn, man.
Anyway, the group needs good gear.

- Group?
- The group.

Our group.

Welcome home, Nicky.

So...

- he's turned up, has he?
- Mm-hm.

- Nine o'clock this morning.
- Wonders never cease.

What's all this in aid of?

Well, Geordie wanted to come round to have
another go at him about this beat group idea,

and I thought I'd ask one or two more round
for the birthday tea he missed out on.

Do you want to pop up and see him?

I'd better have a shave,
if we've got company coming.

Oh, are they still passing this bloody thing
back and forward?

Never gonna grow up, are they?

Has he told Nicky his good news?

I think he might be working up to it.

- You're getting what?
- Married, apparently.

- Who to?
- Margaret Bengstonn.

Dull Margaret. The one with the big beak?
Patent-leather hair Margaret?

- Great body, though.
- Is she up the stick?

I only shagged her once. I wouldn't care.

I've had her father round,
her brothers, the priest.

They want wor up the aisle
before she's too fat to wear white.

- Fuck me, Geordie.
- No, I'm not shagging any more Catholics.

Anyway, the important thing is to get the group
sorted out. We need a lead guitarist.

Geordie, I'll be at university, man.

Come back at weekends.
Or we can come to Manchester.

- Who's "we"?
- Tosker.

- He wanted to be a solo artist.
- He says he's keen.

He's got amps.
His dad owns a pub we can play in.

- Who'll play the drums?
- Tosker's dad.

- Tosker's dad's baldy, man.
- He can be wor gimmick.

Patent-leather hair Margaret?
What was she like?

Don't ask me. I was mortal, man.

Are you really stuck with this, Geordie?

Looks like it. Yeah.

Nicky? Mary's here.

- And your dad's home.
- Felix is home.

Dive! Dive!

Bonjour!

Ne parle pas la merde, monsieur.

OK, Dad?

Aye.

You?

Yeah.

- Enjoy your holidays?
- Well, it wasn't a holiday,

but, yeah, thanks, I did.

Well, say hello to Mary.

Hello, Mary.

- Hello, Nicky.
- Well, give her a kiss.

Hey! Please!

Long time, no see.

I'm surprised you think
you've got anything to laugh about.

You should have kept your wick covered up,
son.

Hey!

Hiya.

- Hiya.
- Hiya, Eddie.

Hiya. Hiya, beautiful. Hiya, Nicky.

- Hiya, Eddie.
- The wandering scholar returns, eh?

Hear the news, Felix?

Yeah.

What?

Douglas-Home went to Balmoral this morning
and asked for Parliament to be dissolved.

- We've got the election. At last.
- Well, nobody told me.

Maybe the Queen didn't know where to find you.

Make a wish.

What did you wish for?

Peace on earth and justice for all men?

- No. A trip to New Orleans with Mary.
- Oh, isn't that romantic?

- I thought you went to New Orleans.
- Not all the way.

Hey, Eddie.

Want to say that again?
I think you missed Felix?

- Eddie.
- What?

- You know Willow Lane?
- Yep.

- Why are yous knocking it down?
- Because they were slums.

We're gonna put something better
in their place.

Like what, like?

It depends how much money we've got.
It depends on October 15th.

He's gonna win this time?

We can't lose four in a row, man.

What do you think, Dad?

I've no opinion on the subject.

It's not like you not to have an opinion.

Please, you've not been home a day.
Can we not have a cup of tea?

You know my opinion. It doesn't matter
who wins elections. Nothing changes.

- Is that right, Eddie?
- Not this time.

I think this time might be different. It'd better be.
We need 20,000 new houses up here.

Hear that, Dad? 20,000 new houses.

That not enough for you?

What's stopped them building houses
for the last 50 years?

They've run the North East since 1919, man.

I'll tell you something.

The Labour Party, of which I was a member,

was the first to condemn
the Jarrow March as hooligans.

They stabbed we in the back
before we'd even got as far as Durham.

Eurgh! We were sold down the river
before you were born, son.

Hey, here we go. It never takes long, does it?
The Jarrow March.

Well, I can tell you something.

I've seen some marches this summer
in Mississippi and Alabama,

and things do change. I've seen it.

Eddie, I've got a couple of weeks to spare
before I go back.

- Do you need any helpers?
- What?

Why not? I'd like to.

- Well, er...
- In fact, I think maybe it's time I joined the party.

- Are you serious?
- Yeah.

Well, do I see presents?

Go on.

Get it over with.

What is it?

I've racked my brains this year.

- You haven't got any.
- Oh, open the flaming thing.

Mary's waiting.

- A football!
- If you don't like it, you can take it back.

You'll be lucky. The shop where you first got it
closed down five year ago.

- I bought it first.
- No, you didn't! I did!

Happy birthday.

Thanks.

- Is it loaded?
- Yeah.

Eddie, why does Felix hate the Labour Party?

Because he thinks all his old comrades
are corrupt nowadays.

What? Even Austin Donohue?

Hmph. Yeah, especially Austin.

Zadok The Priest

♪ Zadok the priest

♪ And Nathan the prophet

♪ Anointed

♪ Solomon king...

If this crusade is to succeed,

if we are to abolish the slums of Newcastle,

then this housing committee must throw off
the shackles of the past.

The time has come for you
to be flexible and far-sighted.

You can no longer resist the logic of the 1960s.

So hear what I've got to say.

And I beg you to think carefully
before you make your choice.

The brick-built, terraced house
is no longer an option.

Did you hear?

No longer an option.

We've got to do
what they're doing all over Europe,

all over North America.

Streets in the sky.

High-quality, high-rise apartment blocks,

made from steel, glass and sunlight.

Cheap and quick to build, with modern,
prefabricated building systems.

- Hear, hear.
- Hear, hear, hear.

Comrades, I want us to be at the cutting edge
of the changes that will sweep this country

after October 15th.

Now, let us in Newcastle create a dynamic
forum

for the visionary ideas
of the best young architects,

the risk-taking capital
of the boldest businessmen,

the man in the street's enlarging capacity
to tell us what he needs,

and our political ability to get things done.

Together we can build a bonfire

for decay, dereliction and despair.

This I commit myself to here and now.

For I believe we will shortly dispatch
this government

of Tory failures and has-beens from
Westminster.

Our day is at hand.

The call will come.

And the doors to the granary of power
will at last be flung open

to a modern Labour Party with new ideas.

Now, let us answer that call to walk with destiny.

Bit carried away, Austin.

I can't help myself, Eddie.

But all you're actually saying is
we can't afford anything but system-built flats.

Well, I'm glad somebody understood.

It's like talking to cavemen.

I'd better have a look at this bid
for the Willow Lane development, then.

Do. Because I think it's the answer, personally.

Are you really expecting the call, Austin?

Harold Wilson thinks I'm still a communist, man.

Well, the papers are full of it.
Austin Donohue to be Minister for the North.

Austin Donohue to be Minister for Housing.

I'm not an MP, Eddie.

How can I serve in a Labour Cabinet?

By taking a seat in the Lords.

It's been done before.

Oh, yes. So it has.

- Good night, Eddie.
- Are you not coming in?

No, no. It's up to the Housing Committee now.

And I've got to get the regional campaign
organised or there won't be a Labour cabinet.

Get away.
We're gonna stuff them this time, man.

♪..sweet lips a little closer to the phone

♪ Let's pretend that we're together

♪ All alone

♪ I'll tell the man to turn the jukebox
way down low

♪ And you can tell your friend there with you

♪ You'll have to go

- Geordie-o!

Tosker-o!

Nicky, hey, how are you? How you doing?

- All right?
- OK. OK.

- Good holiday?
- Excellent.

You must be Mary.

I'm Tosker.

Hi. Unusual name.

Crazy name, crazy guy.

What are you drinking, Mary?

Erm...bitter lemon.

Mam!

Mam! Two pints and a bitter lemon.

You're wonderful.

I'll see yous later.

Crazy name, crazy guy, crazy shirt.

Oh, yeah, crazy mother as well. Hi, Rita.

Hiya, Nicky, pet. How are you?

- Hiya, Rita.
- Oh, don't be daft, Geordie, man.

This one's for Mary.

♪ Oh, Mary, marry me

♪ Let's not wait

♪ Let's share all the time we can
before it's too late

♪ Love me now
for now is all the time there may be

♪ If you love me, Mary

♪ Mary, marry me

It's Mr Connor, isn't it?

- Chairman of the Housing Committee.
- That's right.

- John Edwards, Edwards Housing.
- Ah.

You're the one with the British licence
for this building system.

That's right. What do you think?

What do I think?

I think I don't like prefabs.

And I don't like tower blocks.

That's what I think.

- Mr er...?
- Wells. Eddie Wells.

Deputy Chairman of the Housing Committee.

Ah. Swedish, isn't it, this system?

That's right.

Didn't one fall down in Copenhagen?

No, I didn't build that.

The Danish builder
didn't follow the specifications.

Of course, the model can't do justice to it.

You should have a look at the real thing,
Mr Wells.

Have any been built up here?

Not yet.

There's one very like this in Bordeaux.

Another one in Stockholm.

Or Piraeus. That's near Athens.

Needn't cost you a penny to go and see it.

I don't think that will be necessary.

- Hey!

What do you think, Nicky?

He gets better and better.

20 year old, you know.

Here you are, son. Mwah!

You're gonna be the next Tommy Steele.

When do we start, then?

Are you saying yeah?

Why, aye.

But it's got to be serious, that's the only thing.
Yeah?

- Regular rehearsals, yeah?
- Well, yeah, obviously.

Don't play the drums, do you, Mary?

- Like The Honeycombs.
- Me, no.

Hey, that's a number we could try out.

♪ Have I the right to kiss you?

Are you sure you don't play the drums?

What about rehearsing on Saturday?

Er...OK.

- I hear you're starting university soon.
- Yeah.

Great. Stick in.

You're an electrician.

Me, no. I'm just serving my time.

I'm gonna do this full-time.

Great. Stick in.

I will, thank you.

- Nice to have Nicky back for a while?
- Yes, thank you.

- We should talk about what music...
- A Chinaman goes into a pub, Mary...

Sorry?

- A Chinaman goes into a pub...
- Which pub?

- It doesn't matter. He goes into this pub...
- This pub?

Are you taking the mickey out of me?

- I'll have to watch you like a hawk.
- We've got to get this sorted out before we start.

- Yeah?
- What?

What?

There you go, mate. Vote Labour.

♪ Come gather round, people

♪ Wherever you roam

♪ And admit that the waters around you
have grown

♪ And accept it that soon
you'll be drenched to the bone

♪ If your time to you is worth saving

♪ Then you better start swimming
or you'll sink like a stone

- A new Britain.
♪ For the times, they are a changin'

The door's open.

Ready?

- For what?
- Rehearsing. We said Saturday.

- We didn't.
- Yes, we did.

It wasn't that firm, I didn't think.

It is, man. Tosker's waiting at the pub. Haway!

Well, I'm sorry. I'm working with Eddie today.

- Working with Eddie?
- Yeah. I'm sorry.

I've committed my time to the party.

Then I'm going back to university, probably, so...

Backing out.

Geordie, be rational.

Think about it. There's a million people want
what you want. They're all forming groups.

I should have said no straightaway, I know.

I'm sorry, mate.

Could you not maybes get somebody else?

What do you think I've been doing
for six months?

Look, I've said I'm sorry.

What's the point of all this election crap, man?

It's useless. You can't even vote till we're 21.

Because I'm sick of waiting for things to happen.

It's like Eddie said, it could be different this time.

We're gonna seize the power, take back the
power and the money they robbed people of.

Seize the power? You and Eddie Wells?

It's crap, man. The Labour Party's just for
old women and crocks and crawlers, man.

Geordie, just the man we need.
You can finish off the leafleting...

- You won't want that Fender, then.
- Look, I never asked you to give it us. Take it.

I don't want it.

Nicky, man.

Take it!

Ready?

- Shall the two of us give it a go?
- Two guitarists and a baldy drummer?

Not exactly The Animals, is it?

OK.

Sod it. Sod the whole idea.

It's all bollocks, anyway.

'Ey, I'll be your best man, if you like.

Righto. Thanks.

- Give us a pint, mate.
- You've had enough, son. Go home.

Don't turn round. Your dad's just come in.

My dad's in the loony bin, man.

No, he's not.

Oh, shit. He's coming over.

That baldy twat wouldn't serve us, son.

'Ey, that's my dad, actually.

Oh. Is it?

I do beg your pardon...sonny.

- Not speaking, you?
- Go home. I'll see you at home.

I've been home.

Do you know what I found,
apart from a load of mucky dishes?

A wedding invitation.

So, where have you been sticking this now, eh?

For Christ's sake, man.

Mr and Mrs Bengstonn...

What sort of a stupid name's that?

..invite you to the wedding
of their daughter, Margaret...

The one with the big tits.

..to Mr George Peacock...

Dad, please.

..at St Aloysius' Church...

..Saturday, October 10th, at 11:30.

We do apologise for the short notice,

but she's up the stick.

Am I right?

Am I right?!

You big daft bugger!

What are you? Eh?

Eh?!

Bog off, you.

He'll be back in a minute.

Let me do this one.

Yeah, all right. Just stick to
what you've seen me doing, OK?

Yeah, yeah.

All right?

- Mr Knox, is it?
- Aye.

Good afternoon. We're canvassing
on behalf of the Labour candidate, Alan Paine.

Look, I've told the other lot and I'll tell yous,
yous can all bugger off.

- I'm voting for none of yous.
- Can I ask you why not?

- No, you can't. Bye, now.
- I don't mind telling yous.

Because you come round here every five year
with promises like pie crust.

Then we never see yous again
till the next time you want wor vote.

So you're happy with the way things are,
are you? Happy?

- Nicky...
- No. Happy with your house falling to bits?

Schools that are a disgrace, ancient hospitals.
Happy, are you?

No, I'm not, but by the time
you lot do anything about it,

we'll all be pushing up the bloody daisies.
Now, bugger off, you cheeky sod.

I know people who are ready to die
for the right to vote!

Tea time, I think.

Tosker...

..do you think I look like my dad?

No, man.

Do I ever remind you of him?

You're nothing like him, Geordie.

Why do they keep letting him out?

Cos he's basically OK when he's sober.

He just gans crackers
when he's got a drink in him.

Piss off, you.

Go on. I'll see you later.

Look, Mr Peacock, I'm just sitting here
having a chat with my mate, OK?

Your mate?

Are you a poof?

No.

Well, you look like a poof to me!

Out of that seat, you!

I'm going out.

No, you're not.

I said, no, you're not!

This is my house!

My house, right?!

And you do what I tell you!

- Look, Mr Peacock, man!
- Shut your hole, you!

Ugh!

Have you ever seen a monkey cry, have you?

Have you?!

Well, you have now. Look at that.

You're a bastard, you are!

Oh, so I'm a bastard, am I?

Leave him alone!

Leave him alone! You're mental, man!

- What did you say?
- Get out, Tosker.

What did you say?

What did you say?!

I am not...mental!

I am not...

mental!

You are! And everybody knows it!

That's why everybody laughs at you
cos you're mental, man!

Knock again.

I'm starving.

OK, come on.

Mr Braniff?

Hannah?

Hannah?

They want to know who you're gonna vote for
on Thursday.

Are you looking forward to tomorrow, pet?

Yeah.

I'm a bit nervous.

You'll make all sorts of new friends, I expect.

We'll never see you.

I'll still be home every night.

Well, I've heard tell
about these undergraduate parties.

Wild parties all the time, it says in the papers.

Dad, carry Pat upstairs and I'll get him off to bed.

Why, Nicky will be here in a minute, pet.

Dad!

All right.

- About time, an' all.

- Is Mary in?
- Aye, come on in, son.

Erm...

Hi.

- I hope you don't mind.
- Aye. No.

Course not.

Er...my mam and dad.

- Hi.
- All right? How do you do?

- Hiya.
- How do you do?

I'm Tosker.

- Tosker.
- Yeah, sorry.

Tosker.

Well, er...sit down, son.

Make yourself at home.

My brother- Patrick.

Yeah?

How are you doing, Patrick?

He's very sleepy, pet.
I wouldn't bother.

Oh, he doesn't look very sleepy to me.

How old are you, Patrick?

16.

What does he say?

16.

16. Eh?

Oh, well, there's no use asking you
to come to the pub.

I drink like a fish.

What does he say?

He says he drinks like a fish.

Do you?

Yeah, I bet you do.

A bit of a live wire, I'll bet. Like your sister.

Who do you support?

- What does he say?
- He says, "Who do you support?"

Who do I support?

Who else but Sunderland, man?

Charlie Hurley, Ambrose Fogarty.

'Ey, shall we go to Roker together, me and you?

I'm only asking cos if I go with you,
we can both sit on the touchline.

Cos I've noticed that you lot,
you get preferential treatment, yeah?

I've noticed this.

What are you laughing at?

Er...Mary, why don't you and Tosker go out
for a drink together?

Well, we can tell Nicky where you are
when he comes.

Well...

OK, if you'd like to.

Yeah.

I mean...OK.

The point is, if we don't do
all this boring donkey work,

we'll never get a government elected
that's committed to building houses.

That old woman will be dead
before election day.

Where's that drink?

So?

Why is everything so bloody slow
in this country?

Maybe because we've had 30 years
of lazy bastard government.

Maybe because the Tories are more interested
in bowing gracefully out of Empire

than building the houses they promise.

But what actual guarantee have we got
that a Labour government will do any better?

Wilson's making no promises at all,
as far as I can make out.

We've got the white heat of the new technology,

but that could mean
more of the same old con trick,

like "Let's have another 50 bloody useless
guided missiles."

But what about using the new technology on
something useful, like getting rid of the slums?

"Oh, we don't know about that."

Have any of these brain-dead fuckers
actually read the manifesto?

I hope not.

Austin Donohue, chief of the brain-dead fuckers.

- I don't think we've met, have we?
- No, but I've seen you.

Oh.

- So you think I'm gonna fail, do you?
- To do what exactly?

Demolish every slum in this city and replace
them with bright, clean, modern houses.

Then rebuild the city centre.

Make it an international-class, European city.

Then show them how to do the same thing
all across the North.

How?

I've got a master plan.

- Haven't I, Eddie?
- Apparently?

What if Wilson doesn't put you
in his government.

It doesn't make a scrap of difference, son.

I'm gonna do it, anyway.

- Need any help?
- Yes, I'll need a lot of help.

Why? What have you got to offer?

Impatience.

You're Felix Hutchinson's son, aren't you?

- Eddie thinks you're a real prospect.
- Bollocks.

- I said nothing of the sort.
- Listen to what he tells you.

You should take a look at your father as well.

Should I? Why?

Because 25 years ago he was just like you.

Salutations, everybody.

I thought you were taking Mary out.

Oh, shit.

Shit.

You don't have teachers. You have tutors.

Well, what's a tutor?

Someone who gives tutorials.

Well, what's a tutorial?

I've no idea.

I don't know what a seminar is either,
but I'll be having them as well.

You'll love it, you know.

You'll be in your element, man.
All those clever people to talk to.

It'll get you away from home for a bit.

Which wouldn't be a bad thing.

They're just very used to me being there
all the time.

They think I won't be around any more to help,
but I will.

I will. I'll always be there if they need me.

You love Patrick, though, don't you?

- You can see it straight off.
- Yeah, he's great.

Good night. Thanks.

My pleasure, Mary.

- I'll see you again some time?
- Yeah.

Yeah, maybe when the band's playing.

Oh, did Nicky not tell you?

Tell me what? I haven't see him.

Haven't you? Why not?

Tell me what?

Geordie's gone.

He's buggered off to London.

London? Well, what about the wedding?

You mean, he's leaving her in the lurch?

Well, it looks like it.

- That's disgusting.
- Yeah.

Yeah, that's more or less what I said, like.

Have you had anything to eat?

Yeah, yeah. I had some chips.

Chips.

How's it going, then?

- Fine, thanks.
- I always hated canvassing.

Trudging round the streets night after night.

Asking the same questions over and over,

putting little ticks in little boxes.

I think you could train a monkey to do it.

There's some bananas in the scullery
if you're hungry.

Felix.

What are you looking at?

I'm not sure.

What is it, Dad?

What is it that panics you
whenever anybody mentions changing things,

whenever anybody talks about a better world?

Why, when there's so much to be angry about?

Why do you get angry with me?

I'm away to my bed, McConnell.

Oh, Nicky.

- Yes, sir?
- A cup of tea, please.

Oolong Silver Tip? Russian Caravan?

Anything.

He wants anything.

- Hot?
- Yeah.

He wants hot, he shall have hot.

Something funny?

And you can shut up for a start, you ponce!

You wanna watch out for her.

Walensky's. What can I get you?

Yes.

He's here.

Judas.

Judas.

It is better not to upset him.

- He lost his job.
- Doing what?

Policeman.

He will be leaving in a minute.

Mr Walensky.

Mr Berger.

Has my behaviour
ever appeared abnormal to you?

No.

Not at all.

Then why do they want to send me
to Newcastle?

Just for a rest.

I don't need a rest.

I just need someone to hear what I'm saying.

I've been in the Met for 17 years.

Nobody said I was mad...

when I won the Queen's Police Medal, did they?

In fact, nobody said I was mad
till I started to talk about bent cops in Soho.

Suddenly I need a rest in Newcastle.

Couldn't they find a funny farm at the North Pole
and have done with it?

- It's not so bad.
- What?

Newcastle.

Who asked you your opinion?

Will you do me a favour?

Will you make sure that gets in the post?

OK.

Thank you.

I'm sorry if I was rude.

It's OK.

I forgive you...for you know not what you do.

I was the only one that could control it all.

They'll have this place off you within a year.
You'll see.

Very sorry.

It's OK. I'm quite used to it, actually.

Any chance of that cup of tea?

Right.

There's only one item on the agenda.

The Willow Lane Housing Development.

You've all seen the Edwards System Building
bid, so I suggest we go straight to a vote.

Those in favour of accepting
the Edwards System Building bid, please show.

Just a minute, Bede.

Shouldn't the committee discuss this? I mean,
ESB isn't the only option for Willow Lane.

- It's already carried, man.
- Hang on, hang on. Just a minute.

A fortnight ago you said you hated prefabs
and tower blocks. You all did. What's going on?

There's no law against changing your mind.

It's like Austin told us.

We have got to be flexible.

Against?

None.

Abstentions?

Four. Right, that's carried. Nem con.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.
No further business.

Oh, Mr Edwards promises
the first flat will be ready in six months.

Well, that's shite.

Shite!

Oh, Eddie.

Austin, what's going on?

Connor changes his mind
and the whole lot follow him like poodles.

Well, look, Bede Connor's the way he is, man.

I can't fathom him either sometimes.

But as long as the right decision gets made.

I don't care or how or why.

Don't you?

No, I don't, Eddie.

Nicky!

- Hi.
- Hi.

- What's that for?
- For standing us up last week.

And that one's for never coming round
to say sorry.

What's that one for?

In case I forgot anything.

I've got so much to tell you.

- Are you enjoying it?
- Oh, Nicky, it's just so great.

Do you know what pot is?

- Pot, yeah.
- It's drugs, isn't it?

There's this bloke in my tutorial.

He's 24, he's from London and he says
he smokes pot. Do you think he does?

He says he wants to smoke some with me.

I'm not going to.

- Why not?
- "Why not?"

We had a party on the second night,
a party on the third night.

And my tutor...
Nicky, she is just so amazing.

She's been everywhere and she talks...

Just as well I didn't come round, really.

Yeah.

I've been far too busy.

When does your term start?

- Last Monday.
- When are you going back?

After Thursday, I suppose.

You don't want to go, do you?

- No.
- Why not?

What's gone wrong, Nicky?

Nothing.

I just think there's more important things to do
than be an undergraduate.

Well, look, maybes not for you, but for me.

What's that for?

OK, what is it that's so important, then?
I'd like to know.

What do you think of Austin Donohue?

He talks a lot on the telly. Why?

- I've met him.
- Good for you.

For the first time, Mary somebody who thinks
the way I do, except he's doing it.

Nicky,

you want to change the world
and you can't even change your socks!

I love you.

You don't. I don't believe you any more.

You love yourself.

You... You've got no time for me any more.

Have you? Be honest.

- Please.
- Mary, I just need more than this.

Maybe you should go and find it, and so
should I, cos I need more than this as well.

Is that why you've been seeing Tosker?

I've seen yous, you know.

How long's it been going on?

How long has what been going on?

Am I supposed to feel jealous?

You're supposed to feel whatever you feel.

I don't know what I feel, but I love you.

That's not love.

Making me feel small and unimportant,
that's not love.

Putting me second to a load of bloody leaflets,

that's not love.

Just tell us what you actually want us to do.

Do what you want.

- You usually do, anyway.
- Like what?

We were supposed to go on holiday together
this summer.

It was your idea.

I got the chance to go to America.

And you took it.

That's what I'm saying.

Look, I can't stand here all day.

- I've got things to do.
- Important things.

Yeah.

Go and do them, then.

Is that it, then?

Is what what?

Look, I think you're excellent.

You known that. I'm gonna be busy till Thursday,
till the election's finished.

Do you want me to come round
on Thursday night?

Well, do you or not?

I want you to come round
when you've got time for me.

I'll have time for you on Thursday.
That's what I'm saying.

Thursday night, yeah?

After nine o'clock, OK?

Can I check your numbers off, please?

531 and 532.

Thanks.

Support your Labour candidate.

Come on, now, switch those television sets off
and come out and vote.

Support the Labour Party.

Support Alan Paine.

Felix! How are you doing?

- Hello, Austin.
- Mrs Hutchinson.

Still as beautiful as ever.

Mr Donohue, how are we doing?

Come on, now,
tear yourselves away from Bonanza

and come and vote for Labour.

Hoss gets into a fight,

the rustlers get caught
and Little Joe gets the girl.

So come out now and vote for Labour
and we might have a different story next week.

Come on, now, out you come.

Vote for the Labour Party.

There you go.

Mille-feuille for you.

Apple and date slice for you.
Hot chocolate coming up.

Tea, please

Okey dokey. Oolong Silver Tip?
Russian Caravan?

- Anything.
- He wants anything. Hot?

- Yes, please.
- And he wants it hot.

There you are, Mr Walensky. You just sit there
on your backside. Don't worry about me.

Thank you, Geordie.

Who did you vote for, Geordie?

- Vote?
- In the election.

What election's that, bonny lass?

There you go.

Well done, bonny lad.

Now you know exactly how boring it is,
trying to win a general election.

Is that it?

That's it. Go home. You're finished.

- I thought there might be some kind of a party.
- Not that I know of.

I'm supposed to be seeing Mary, anyway.

Well, what are you asking about parties for,
then?

Hard work at the moment, is it?

We just seem...

I don't know. I don't know.

Well, you're both young, you know.
There's plenty of time.

Give yourself plenty of space.
Let it work itself out. It will.

You know, I think half your problem is,
you've known each other too long.

I wish Geordie was here.
I could go and get slaughtered.

- Any news?
- Nowt.

I can't believe he just went.

Never even came to say goodbye.

I messed that one up, an' all, didn't I?

When did you last talk to Mary?

Sunday.

Look, go and see her, you clot.

Tell her she's beautiful.

Tell her she's clever. Tell her you're sorry.

- Sorry about what, though?
- It doesn't matter, does it?

Eh?

Mine was the same.

- Was she?
- Yeah.

No matter what I did,
how much time I spent on the party,

she was happy because she knew
that her and Louisa came first.

That's all she wanted to know.

Now, go on, clear off.

Give me that.

Hi. Is she in?

No, pet, she's not.

Oh.

Do you know where she went?

Well, I think that's her business.

But I'll tell you this, Nicky,

it's the third time this week.

And I can't say I blame her.

Thanks.

Well done.

Are you sure this is the quick way home?

- Yeah, positive.
- Oh, yeah?

It's not as quick as the bus, though, is it?

Are you shivering?

No, I'm not shivering.
I'm shaking. I can't help it.

Mary...you're the most unbelievable person
I've ever met.

Cos usually, you know,
I don't feel like this about...

er...

In fact, I've never felt like this about anybody.

And I'm frightened.

I'm frightened that maybe it isn't...

..the same for you.

Is it?

Oh...don't stop.

For God's sake, Mary...

I love you.

I'm sorry, but I can't help it.

I don't... I don't...

- I don't know what to do, Tosker.
- Don't do anything.

Just let me love you, Mary. Let me love you.

I need you, Mary.

Oh! God. Oh, Christ, be careful.

Better than par for the course and continues
to point very clearly to a Labour government.

I have news of a Labour gain in London,
Clapham.

Labour gets in by 56 votes,
the first two-figure majority that we've had.

It represents a smaller swing than there has
been in some of the other London marginals.

Where have you been?

Just walking about, thinking.

What's that?

Just 20 quid to tide you over in Manchester
till your grant cheque turns up.

You can pay it back when you can.

Well...put it in your pocket.

Who the bloody...?

Felix.

- Austin.
- How's things?

Well, come in, then.

Thank you.

- Nicky.
- Mr Donohue.

So, you're not on the last train to Manchester.

Good.

What can I do for you, Austin?

I wanted to have a word with this young fellow,
actually.

- What about?
- It's none of your business, Dad.

What about?

About that master plan I mentioned.

It seems this government intends
to muddle along without me.

You mean, Wilson won't have you,
after all that stuff in the papers?

It was just press speculation, man.

I should know. I started it.

Unfortunately, Harold Wilson
doesn't read The Northern Echo.

What happens to your master plan now, then?

Like I said, I'm gonna do it anyway.

I've decided to resign as leader of the Council.

I've got to be able to work free of all restrictions.

So...

would you like a job?

Agh!

Oh...God.

God, that's wonderful.

Be careful! Careful!

Oh, no.

Agh!

Ugh!

I'm sorry.

Sorry.

Pack your bags, go back to Manchester. Here.

All I want to do is listen to him, Dad.

Sorry to keep you waiting, Austin.

He's going back to university tomorrow.
Good night.

Hang on a minute. What's the job?

- My assistant.
- He doesn't need a job.

He's gonna finish his degree.
He'll have his pick of jobs.

Be quiet, will you, Dad? You've had your say.

Assistant what? What are we gonna be doing?

- Rebuilding the North.
- Nicky.

You'll waste your life.

You'll waste your life, son.

Yes.

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