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This young couple,
Mr and Mrs Cox of Newcastle,

are looking forward to the birth of their first child

in a beautiful flat
with all the modern conveniences.

I don't want to talk about your act.
I want to talk about this woman.

There is no woman, man!

Let me give you some advice.

Don't give up your day job.

I want to make this marriage work, Nicky.

- I see.
- I have to.

I'm pregnant again.

Well, Inspector, we've just heard
a lot of very plausible excuses,

made on your behalf, for the chaotic
spread of crime in your area.

I'll never forget what you've done.
I want you as my personal assistant.

Don't you think I've earned it?

If I don't deserve something, nobody does.

Yes, that's a very good way of putting it.

The great moral issue
facing modern British politics...

is corruption.

My goodness!

18 of these places so far, I've been counting.

- Whatever turns you on.
- Blatant, absolutely blatant!

It's Danish.

Seven or eight years since I was in Soho.

- Astonishing.
- You should have a look at the place at night.

When it's lit up.

That's when most people come,
not six o'clock in the morning.

Yes. Yes, perhaps I should.

Thank you.

The implications of illegal shipment
of oil into Rhodesia are vast...

- That from Geordie?
- Aye.

"Why not pay a visit to swinging London?
The scene here's amazing."

This is getting worse again.

Then put another chit in.

..talked about the havoc that would be caused
if the sanctions were being broken.

It is not only a diplomatic issue...

I'm working a half-shift. See you about seven?

If the use of sanctions does not bring about
an end to the crisis...

I suppose you want some breakfast,
Kimosabe?

- Oui?

- Oui?
- Oui.

Some bastard chance.

- What's the hold up here?
- It's this bastard thing, man. It's falling to bits.

How's things going?

- Look at that.
- All right, sweetheart?

Hey, Tosker! Hey, you're
some man with the women.

- You never stop, man.
- Hey, get away! I'm a married man, man.

Hey, how do you do it?

Substitute

♪ You think we look pretty good together

♪ You think my shoes are made of leather

♪ But I'm a substitute for another guy...

Hello, Geordie. All right, mate?

♪ The simple things you see are all complicated

♪ I look pretty young
but I'm just backdated, yeah...

- Hello, Mr. Peacock.
- Michael.

Quiet again.

Well, who wants to get arrested
in their lunch hour?

Yeah, well...

Is that it?

When's Barratt gonna do something about it?

I'll pass on your comments, Michael.

Mr Peacock?

- You couldn't lend me 50 quid, could you?
- What?

I'm a bit desperate, actually. I'll pay you back.

You'd better.

There's 20.

Put it back.

On your way.

- Hello, Brenda.
- Hello.

- Mr Barratt not come in yet?
- Dunno.

Miss Allen?

Benny?

Benny?

♪ Whoa, my lads

♪ You should have seen us coming...

- Hey, what fettle, bonny lad?
- Canny fettle, Benny.

- How's business?
- Bad.

Why's my life so full of problems?

One of Winters' shops got done.

Did it? What happened?

They confiscated the Danish stuff. No arrests.

You know? The filth want to leave Soho alone.

If people would stop putting nuns and dogs
in the windows...

I mean, it's provocative, innit?

I mean, I've tried telling the Maltesers,
but will they listen?

Greedy foreign bastards.

I've gotta go. I've gotta take
the wife to a dinner party.

Look after yourself, you.

I'll see you later.

Er, no. I'll have to stay the night. It'll be
expected.

I'll you see both tomorrow. Sayonara.

Did he see?

Your face.

Let's do it again.

I love you, Geordie.

I love you.

Anthony!

Anthony!

- Oh, God!

Look at it all.

Honestly.

It's absolutely blatant.

Hello, love.

Doing this, well,
there's no control at all, is there?

We've had no effect at all, I can see.
Can you pull in here, please, Brian?

An absolute disgrace.

Now, you see, this one here.

Oh, drive on, drive on.

Hi, love.

I Can't Control Myself

♪ Ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba

♪ Ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba

♪ I can't stand still cos you got me goin'...

Haven't they got anything further back?

- Something to drink?
- Nothing for me, thank you.

Scotch, please, love.

♪ Ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba

♪ I take you, girl, as you're standin' there

♪ The low-cut slacks and your long black hair

♪ Don't want you goin' round with no-one else

♪ Cos when I'm with you I can't control myself

♪ Defence is down and you got me shakin'

♪ Ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba

♪ You got me so that my nerves are breakin'

♪ Ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba...

Do you think I should write
to Austin Donohue about it?

- About what?
- The damp.

It's pointless, man.

- What about Eddie?
- Look, we've told him.

They've been, they've filled in the cracks,
they've treated the walls, that's it.

- That's all they can do.
- You mean we're just stuck here?

- Is that what you're saying?
- I'm not saying anything.

I'm just trying to get some sleep.

Agh. What you doing?

- Nothing! Nothing!
- What you doing?

Do you love me?

- Hey?! Do you love me?!
- Course I do!

- You never say it, ever!
- Pack it in, will you!

- I hate it here!
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Come on.

Come on.

Hey, shush.

Hey, come on.

Don't cry. Don't cry.

Ssh.

We nearly lost Anthony today.

There's damp behind the wardrobe,
and I was trying to move it and it fell over,

and I thought he was underneath it.

Ssh.

Ssh.

Come on, don't cry.

Ssh.

I bumped into Nicky today.

He's changed a bit.

Why?

What's he doing?

Photographer, working for The Chronicle.

That's a bit of a come-down, isn't it?

I thought he was goin' to London
to work for the Sunday Times.

Ssh.

- He's got a girlfriend.
- Uh-huh?

- About time.
- That's what I said.

Are you OK?

He wants us all to have a night out together.

Uh-huh.

- What's she like?
- I don't know, do I?

Shall I say yes?

Why not?

Shall we get some sleep?

- It's been one of those days.
- Yeah.

Do you know what shocked me more
than anything about the other night, Harold?

Almost more than what those poor, pathetic girls
were doing on that stage.

The audience. They were smartly dressed.
Some even had their wives with them.

I find it totally incomprehensible,
this "whatever turns you on" attitude.

We're becoming like Egypt.

No, Inspector, I'm not asking you to account
for the moral decline of Great Britain.

What I am asking - no, not asking, demanding -

is that you do something to stop the rot.
I want action.

Sir Colin's right, John.

Well...Bonehead wants action.

- What are you gonna do?
- I'm gonna take action, Ron.

Today.

♪ We Gotta Get Out Of This Place

What fettle, bonny lad?

Canny fettle.

- Where've you been?
- Copenhagen.

Been talking to some suppliers.

I think Jools was a bit worried.

Oh.

- How's business?
- Bad, five grand.

And Michael Frisch got busted- or so he says.

- He says they wanted a drink out the till.
- Dirty Squad?

- Local nick, he says.
- Pity.

Pity.

- How thirsty were they?
- 50 quid.

I don't think he was busted.

I think he put it in his pocket.

He's an idiot. He sits there reading
while the punters nick the goods.

- What should I do?
- Fire him off.

- Shall I smack him?
- Could do.

Would you? If you was me and someone
was being disloyal, would you smack him?

- I suppose so, yeah.
- Hard?

Well, we can't be sure, though, can we?

- Tell him to ask for a receipt next time.

Wait upstairs, Geordie.

- Very nice.
- Yeah, not bad.

- When's the big night?
- Fortnight.

- What about the other place?
- Oh, yeah, well...

I'll be keeping that going as well.

Business must be good.

Things could be a lot better.

Well...

it's time we made an arrangement.

We think it would be better
if we dealt with selected people.

Then we can get rid of the villains,
give the place a facelift.

The public will be happy, you will be happy...

and we will be happy.

How "happy" was you thinking of?

750 quid a week.

Now, that takes care of everybody.

- In return, you tone down the window displays.
- Not a problem.

The number of shops would be regulated.

You'd have to keep them
off the main thoroughfares,

and there'd be no more new shops,
except by prior arrangement.

And they'll be extra.

- What about your guvnors?
- You don't need to worry about my guvnors.

I do. I'm bound to, aren't I?

I mean, we're all honourable men,
but I need to know who I'm dealing with.

I'll see what I can do.

I can't find the friggin' button. Hang on, hang on.

Same old Benny.

Oh, ha-ha, Jools. Yeah, I've got it. Got it.

Right.

One, two, three. Testing, testing, testing.

Typical, innit?
There's never one around when you need one.

A little job I want you to do for me, Geordie,
all right?

Yeah?

Your old friend Walensky, the lease
on his flat has been up since December.

That's five months he's been sitting up there.

Do you know how much rent he pays me?

A two-bedroom flat in the middle of London,
£5.17s.6d a week.

I've tried being nice.
I've offered him a lump sum.

I didn't have to do that.

I've tried solicitors' letters.

I want that flat.

What do you want me to tell him?

You'll think of something.

Do it now, while I'm gone.

OK.

Here we go.

Let's hope I don't get a flat battery.

Hello, Mr Salway.

This is a diabolical liberty.

I trusted you.

- What is this, John?
- You wanted to meet my guvnor.

Commander Harold Chapple, Head of CID.

Mr Barratt.

We're holding a little sale.

We thought you'd like first refusal.

So, how is Geordie?

Oh, very well. I've been meaning
to come and see you for ages.

Come as often as you like.

I... I can't get out so much, any more.

What are you doing now?

Hey? Not washing dishes.

Oh, such a nice suit.

A nice watch.

Things are looking up for Geordie.

It's a good thing.

I'm working for Mr Barratt.

What does Mr Barratt want from me now?

My wife died in this room, Geordie.

He needs the rooms by the end of the month.

Why? What for?

Pimp?

To put in one of his pox-ridden whores.
Filthy pimp.

He's not the sort of man you think.

He gave...me this for you.

To help you settle in somewhere else.

End of the month.

- What's going on?
- No idea.

Put it in your pockets.

Go on.

Come on, Ron. Put it in your pocket.

Come on, Ron.

- Why?
- I need a change of scene, sir.

Look, I realise you lads
have had a frustrating year,

but this is the wrong response, Ron.

John Salway has told me personally
he doesn't want you to leave the Dirty Squad.

And he also tells me he feels
you're on the verge of a breakthrough.

So, why?

All right.

You're going to have to tell me
what this is all about.

The reasons are purely personal, sir.

All right.

- But it'll go on your file.
- Thank you, sir.

- Station.
- Austin, stop!

- What?
- Your rail ticket.

- Your sleeper reservation
- Right.

- Station, please.
- Barry Morgan rang from the Daily Mirror.

- No.
- Listen, will you?

He asked if you'd already put a bid in
for the Hammersmith Television Studios.

- What did you say?
- Well, what was I supposed to say?

What did he say?

Were you anticipating the bid for
the television franchise would be successful?

- What did you say?
- I denied everything.

I thought that was best.

I told him that all his questions would be
answered this afternoon at the Dorchester Hotel.

Well done, Sandra.
I'll see you tomorrow. Come on, station.

Right you are.

Ladies and gentlemen, Mr Austin Donohue,

Chairman of the Northern Television
franchise bid.

Thank you.

- And not a newspaper proprietor in sight.

What, no merchant bankers?

Heresy.

No, this is a bid from the grassroots.

Education, trade unionism, the arts,
local government...

- Bingo!

All right, some of the 22 millions of capital
comes from the profits of bingo halls.

But that's not to be despised, I assume.

It's also true that, as a body of people,

we're slightly further to the left than
some other bids for this television station.

But let me ask you something.

Why should the Geordie working man
only watch programmes

dreamed up in New York or Los Angeles?

Or London?

What makes you think that all
he ever wants is that dreadful mix

of the Hampstead agenda
and American soap operas?

Maybe Geordie would like the big picture
for a change.

Damp?

They've only been up two year.

Have you talked to Bede Connor?

Oh, Eddie, I've written him letters
begging for help.

And it's not just in here.
It's practically the whole block.

Right.

There's only one language Connor understands.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

Yes, a little more patience, please.

I'll be with you any minute.

Thank you. Now, the following
is for public consumption.

Together, with four other members
of the Northern Television Consortium,

I attended exhaustive interviews
with the Independent Broadcasting Commission

in Knightsbridge this morning.

They gave us a good hearing.

They were obviously impressed with our outfit.

And we will know the outcome in due course.

- Have you got the franchise?

We're in with a chance, OK?

I can't say much else but this.

Gentleman, a toast. To the future.

Excuse me.

Eddie?

Sandra, can you get a beer for Mr Wells?

No thanks, Austin. I've come to talk to you
about the Willow Lane flats.

Eddie, for God's sake, not now, man.

Right now. I don't mind saying
what I've got to say in front of people.

- Aye.
- It won't take long.

I'd like Connor to hear, for a start.

Sandra, give them another drink.
Keep them happy.

Ask Connor to join us.

Eddie.

What does he want?

I'm here to speak up for some of the people
living in the Willow Lane flats.

- Particularly Mrs Cox.
- Oh, yes.

Now, this young woman and her husband
and their bairns are living in a pigsty.

They were glad enough to get it, as I remember.

Have you been back since and had a look?

It's a disgrace, and so are you.

Now, I'm giving you fair warning.
Get off your backside and get it sorted out,

- whatever the cost - or else.
- Or else what?

Or else I'll do a bit of public relations myself.

I'll go to the papers, and we'll have
a few pictures of the mould

and a few interviews with the residents,
who are not very impressed with you.

Or you, Austin. And maybe we'll have a few
questions about how them flats ever got built.

- Hadaway and shite, you little bastard.
- Bede.

Are you both clear about that?

Yes, I think so.

Good.

He's even had the nerve to go
to the city surveyor.

Those flats are gonna have to be put right.

I'm supposed to go to the Corporation and say,
as Chairman of the Housing Committee,

that I want an extra million pound to spend
on a block of flats that's only been up two year?

What's the alternative?

Do nowt. In six months' time,
they'll have forgot about the flats again.

And I'll break Eddie's back for him
one dark night.

Bede, I think you're missing the point here.
The flat's must be put right.

- Now, you're gonna have to talk to Edwards.
- Me?

You're the one that brought him up here.
You talk to him.

Sandra?

The Edwards files, please.

Be with you in a minute.

- All of it. I want all of it, Sandra.
- This is all of it.

- You've got the rest at home.
- No, I haven't.

Well, it isn't here, Austin.
I haven't seen it for months.

- Well, when exactly?
- When we started a new file.

The date'll tell you.

July '66.

Wasn't that when Nicky Hutchinson left?

Hi.

Nicky, hey.

- Didn't recognise you with your tache.
- Mary?

- Helen Windsor.
- Hello.

- Hi.
- Tosker.

- Hi.
- Hiya.

Windsor? Any relation?

No.

- How do you like Newcastle, Helen?
- Well, it has its compensations.

- Have you had the gamberoni?
- Er, gamberoni.

Gamberoni...?

- Ah, yeah, the prawns.
- Yes, I wondered what they were like.

Well, they're little pink things with boggle eyes.

What?

Am I what you expected?

To be honest, no. I'm a bit surprised.

Are you? Why?

Well, only cos Nicky said
he met you through the Anarchists.

- Trots.
- Sufferin' hell!

- I don't think any of them is a real anarchist.
- Oh, I don't know. I think...

Well, I suppose I was expecting
a cliché, anyway.

Aye, but we knew she worked in a bank,
though, didn't we?

- Are you on the tills?
- I'm sorry, I was talking to Mary.

Well, I realise you don't work as a cashier.

No, I'm an analyst for a merchant bank.

Oh, aye, what's one of them?

Erm, she's on secondment from London,
helping us set up a programme.

I'm none the wiser.

- It's a canny screw, is it?
- Six grand a year.

That's not bad.

And no kids?

Why do you ask?

No reason. Women usually get married
and have bairns, so...

I was married. He left.

He couldn't cope with me having lovers.

What do you do?

Me?

I stencil addresses onto crates.

We send pump gear to Rhodesia.

- I thought it was South Africa.
- It's supposed to be,

but it's some sort of a fiddle.
It's Rhodesia, really.

- Sweets?
- How much are they?

You're helping to break the sanctions, then?

Who, me? No. I'm just stencilling
addresses onto crates.

No, you can't say that, Tosker.

Can I not?

- Do you want a pudding?
- No.

What's in them chocolate things?

Well, erm...chocolate.

'Ey, getaway back to Gateshead, you.

Go on.

The Rhodesian blacks are an oppressed race.

Anything that helps the white regime
makes it harder for them to take their freedom...

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'm not interested in politics, so...

That's why he votes Tory.

How do you know what I vote or don't vote?

- Are we having anything else?
- Tosker, what I'm trying to explain...

Get off my back, will you, sweetheart?

OK, I'll get off your back
and you don't call me sweetheart.

- Jesus wept! What's the matter with that?
- It's patronising. I don't allow it.

No harm's meant by it, Helen.
It's just a common...

'Ey, don't apologise for me, OK? There's nowt
wrong with calling somebody sweetheart.

- You were calling people blacks a minute ago.
- That's completely different.

- How come?
- How come?

Because blacks are black.

Yeah, we all know that,
but there's no need to say so.

- Right. Ours comes to £3.2s.2d.
- I'm paying.

No, no, no. You're not.

- Ready?
- Yeah. Here, Helen?

Blow your nose. It'll help you to talk down it.

Hey, look. Tosker's a bit of an idiot.
But Mary's OK...

You're moving on. You're changing.
They're staying behind. That's all.

Embrace it. Embrace the change.

Embrace the future.

What do you really want, Nicky?

I wanna work as a photographer.
I wanna work as a journalist.

I wanna be part of something
that gets things changed.

You can't do that in Newcastle.

No.

No.

To the future.

The future.

- What the hell's this?
- Sorry, son.

We're gonna have to lose three or four of yous.
Last one in, first one out.

- What for, like?
- I've lost that pump gear contract.

- It's finished.
- Is it hell! It's got a year to run!

I'm telling you son, nobody knew,
but they were supplying someone else.

- We all knew that, man!
- Aye.

Well, they've been found out.
It's the Rhodesia question, son.

What the hell's that gotta do with me?

Getaway! Bloody Rhodesia! It's a fiddle.

Tosker, I wouldn't rob a man of his job, now.

Getaway and shite!

I've heard some bloody excuses! Rhodesia!

I don't even know where the bastard place is!

- Good evening, sir. Are you ready to order?
- We're waiting for Mr Seabrook.

Claud Seabrook.

Opposition spokesman for Commonwealth
Affairs and Overseas Development.

Yes, I am impressed, John. I am.

Claud Seabrook.

Have we had any more news
from our friend Mr Wells?

That photo in the paper was in very bad taste.

Weren't those people the ones
in the promotional film?

Yes, they were.

Shall I tell you who I think put them up to all
this?

Nicky Hutchinson.

- You're paranoid, John.
- Huh!

Paranoid!

Well, despite suffering from a mental disorder,

I've never seen the point in employing
somebody totally against everything I was for.

You didn't employ him.

He was never interested in helping
Edwards System Building.

He was only interested in being better than
everybody else in the morals department.

Well, let's put an end to this.

- Put Wells on the payroll.
- I asked him three years ago.

Well, put his wife on the payroll.
As an interior design consultant.

- Eddie's wife's been dead for ten years.
- Well, give him a holiday, then.

It would be pointless.

Don't talk rubbish. It's never pointless.

Get Connor to get the troublemakers re-housed.
That'll shut them up.

And offer Wells the use of a car.

He rides a bike.

Well, money, then. Give him some money.

Just make sure he gets something, yes?

Look.

It's not just as simple
as re-housing a few people.

The whole block's gonna have to be emptied,
taken apart and strengthened.

- Otherwise, it might fall down.
- Fine, get on with it.

Well, you're gonna have to pay
for at least part of the cost.

You'll get nothing out of me.
What are the rates for?

Look, John, I'm telling you this for the last time.

Something will have to be negotiated.

A good idea.

You're my PR man.

You negotiate on my behalf,
and Connor can negotiate for the council.

Only, make sure he understands
that I pay nothing.

Maybe you were right, John.

Maybe my time is going to be taken up
with Northern Television.

Perhaps it's time you started looking elsewhere
for representation.

You're taking a chance, aren't you?

Your business doesn't exist without me.

Are you that sure of this franchise?

Give my apologies to Claud.

All you have to do is back me up.
Connor's on Edwards' payroll, isn't he?

Well, isn't he?

You've seen the evidence, haven't you?

I can't help.

You won't. Nicky...

they'll get away with it if you don't speak up now.

I can't, honestly.

Goodbye, Nicky.

Mary?

- What do we do now? Is that it?
- We could try the papers again.

Yeah...

Yeah, I could have another go at that.

In six months' time, maybe.

Sorry.

What are you doing?

Got to make the best of it, obviously.

Why?

Jesus Christ, what a shit heap!

What?

'Ey?

'Ey!

Stop doing that.

- Look, stop it, will you!
- It's got to be done.

Patrick, will you shut up?!

Don't shout at him. Don't you ever shout at him.

They'll be picking him up soon.

For Christ sake, woman!

As fast as you put it on, it falls off!

You're not making any difference.
It's a waste of time!

Gerrit into your thick head, will ya?

So, this is not connected with ESB?

No... Well, it's a natural growth from ESB,
but a new company-

Edwards Overseas Construction Services.

And you wish me to be its chairman?

With a roving commission
to tour the world bringing in work.

You've got friends everywhere
from your days in the Foreign Office.

You'll be a cross between a super salesman
and the company's ambassador to the world.

The sort of company you describe
would have to be very amply funded.

There's no shortage of cash.

- Are you interested?
- Yes.

I do need to know one thing, Claud.
About your political ambitions.

If you mean do I intend to challenge
again for the leadership of my party, then no.

I assume you are not suggesting
that I should retire from the Commons?

Oh, no.

I think it's essential that you should stay there.
A big advantage.

Especially when you're dealing with...

foreigners.

What fettle?

Hi.

Well, has your friend turned up?

Tosker? No.

He's getting the overnight bus.
We're picking him up about 12.

"We?"

Benny wants to have a little joke,
have some fun.

- So, we're gonna have some fun.
- And how is Benny?

He's fine.

- Asked me to have a word.
- Oh?

What about?

- Geordie, you haven't told him, have you?
- No, no, I haven't told him.

I think he knows, actually.
He hasn't been near me in weeks.

- He doesn't know about us.
- Why do you say it like that?

Because if he knew about us,
he wouldn't send me to talk to you.

About what?

- Your wages.
- What about them?

Jools, man, I see the books.

I've always known what he pays the other girls,
and I've always known what he pays you.

- So? He pays me more.
- Yeah, it's like you said.

He can be very generous,
but he expects a lot in return.

Doesn't he? Doesn't he, Jools?

He's such a bastard. What the fuck
you see in him I've never known.

- I owe him everything.
- You owe him nothing, and neither do I, OK?

He pays me to screw him,
and he pays you to admire him.

That's not all he pays you for, though, is it?

He's such a bastard.

I assumed the extra payments
were for servicing him.

I didn't know.

If you fuck for money,
what difference does it make who you fuck?

I shouldn't love you.

I shouldn't love you.

Will you come away with me today?

I'll get everything I've got out the bank. Please?

- No.
- Why not?

Because I don't want your money, Geordie.
Or anybody else's. I want my money.

And I'm gonna earn it quickly while I can.

Can you understand?

Oh, don't let him spoil everything.

Let's go on the way we were.

Oh, isn't it good? Isn't it good, Geordie?

Mr Barratt has a job for you to do tonight.

To celebrate the opening.

Who?

John Salway.

Summer In The City

♪ Hot town, summer in the city

♪ Back of my neck gettin' dirty and gritty

♪ Been down, isn't it a pity

♪ Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city

♪ All around, people lookin' half-dead

♪ Walkin' on the sidewalk,
hotter than a match head

♪ But at night it's a different world

♪ Go out and find a girl...

Toskero!

♪ And, babe, don't you know it's a pity

♪ The days can't be like the nights

♪ In the summer, in the city

♪ In the summer, in the city

Get in.

- Shall I drive on, sir?
- This is Benny.

You've just come at the right time.
Isn't that right, Mr Peacock, sir?

- New club opens tonight.
- Yeah?

Mr Barratt owns that.

And that.

And that there.

And that.

And I work for him.

And guess what, Mr Cox.

I'm Benny Barratt.

What fettle, Tosker?

Any friend of Geordie's is a friend of mine.
Ain't that right?

Yep, that's right.

Northern Television's
failure to capture the franchise

has been attributed to the overtly political stance
of Austin Donahue's bid.

Oh, it's so unfair on you, Austin.

It's so unfair.

- Ah, to hell with 'em.

- Bugger them all.
- But it's so unfair.

Sandra, come here.

Pick up the phone.

Right, put it down again.

Now leave it off the hook.

And the other one.

Now, come on. Pull yourself together.

Yes?

Yes.

Onwards.

Arrange a private meeting for me
with Alderman Connor.

Tell him I'll be representing
Edwards System Building,

and the subject for discussion
is the Willow Lane flats.

Now, when you know the exact date,
advise John Edwards' office.

Is Mr Edwards to attend?

No. Just Alderman Connor and myself.

Just make sure Mr Edwards knows
I'm representing him.

Do this by phone. No letters.

Nothing on file, Sandra.

- 'Ey, this is the best bloody suit I've ever had.
- You're welcome, mate.

I had no idea. No idea.

Come on, everybody!
Put your hands together,

and let's thank the lovely Jolene for helping us
celebrate Whisker's opening night in style.

Ladies and gentlemen,
the entertainments will go on all night...

Charlie, get these lads another
drink.

Thanks a lot.

It's a pity Nicky's not here. Eh?

- What?
- It's a pity Nicky's not here.

It'd be like old times, man.

I heard about the franchise.

Pity. Because now you're still in bed
with Edwards, aren't you?

I think you've got something that belongs to me.

Why did you take it?

Cos I wanted to know before I left
exactly what I'd been doing for two years.

I thought I was working for a future, you see?
I thought I was joining a crusade.

After a while, I discovered I was working
for a builder, so I resigned.

But it wasn't even that, was it?

I introduce John Edwards to men
who work on factory floors by day

and are expected to become
businessmen by night.

Ordinary, working-class men
with millions of pounds to spend

and not the faintest idea
how to spend them wisely.

They were blundering about in the dark
before I organised them.

- Men like Connor?
- I introduced Connor to Edwards, yes.

- Something wrong with that?
- Connor works for you, you work for Edwards,

- Connor works for Edwards.
- No.

- What, then?
- He's a consultant.

A consultant? Are you really telling me
that these are all consultants?

- They're all powerful.
- They're all crooked.

And so's Edwards, and so are you.

Because you took Edwards' money and bribed
your way into every town hall in the North.

Not consultancy fees, not hospitality money-
bribes.

A holiday? A new suit?

A bottle of Scotch?

A turkey at Christmas? Come on.

A new house, £1,000 a year, Bede Connor.

And there are hundreds in here,

dozens of MPs on retainers
and hospitality lists. Why?

Why should Members of Parliament
be on Edwards' payroll?

Ordinary, working-class people
put their trust in this lot.

Right or wrong, they vote for them
so this rotten society might get changed.

If voting could change anything,
it would be against the law, Nicky.

And then we come to you. Austin Donahue.

One percent of the contracts?

How much did you get for letting Edwards
build those shacks Tosker and Mary live in?

£10,000.

What happened to you, Austin?

The whole operation
works entirely in the public interest.

The good I've done far outweighs the bad.

Are you gonna give us that
or are you gonna stand there all night?

- There's a price.
- No, there isn't.

You're coming with me to Willow Lane.
You're gonna explain to them...

I'm not.

If you had any decency,
you'd have been by now.

Thanks.

Thanks, Nicky.

Those people were friends of mine.
I'm so ashamed of what we did to them.

Why don't you go
and give them the good news?

I'm gonna organise it.

The flats will be emptied. They'll all be repaired.

- Who'll be paying?
- The rates.

No, I can't go there. They'd spit in my face.

You keep that well locked up, Austin.

If it ever gets out, they'll crucify you.

They'll have to crucify all of us, then.

That's a lot of crosses.
Some of them will have to be very big.

They can't touch us otherwise.

I sing like a canary.

♪ Tequila

- What do you think of the show, Tosker?
- Oh, it's fabulous, fabulous.

Tosker, this is Norma.
Tosker's a big friend of mine, Norma.

You can be especially nice to him.

Here, enjoy the rest of the weekend, son.

Thanks, Mr Barratt.

Business.

Norma...

Now, Michael...
just tell me the truth and I won't touch you.

You've had your hand
in my pocket for months now.

You've also borrowed money
from everyone that works for me. Why?

Honestly, Mr Barratt, I would never steal...

I asked you to tell me the truth.

Look, I'm not gonna damage you.

I just wanna know the truth. That's all.
That's all I ask of people.

Well, let me tell you, then.

You got caught robbing warehouses,
didn't you?

And some friendly policeman hid the evidence.

For a price, of course. Naturally.

But he kept coming back for more, didn't he?

And you kept paying him.

But it was my money, wasn't it, Michael?

Hm?

What shall I do with him, Geordie?

- I dunno.
- Don't you?

- Don't you know what I should do?
- No.

Go.

Go, go.

Well, was that fair or was that fair?

Am I not a big-hearted man?

You look as if you want to tell me something.

No.

Come upstairs. I've got something to show you.

I'd better look after Tosker.

I think Tosker is all right tonight, old son.

Come on, everybody. On your feet!
Everybody conga!

Everyone up, everyone up! Come on!
Everybody conga!

You've been good for me.

Having somebody I could trust completely.

Cos I knew you'd never cheat me.

And you haven't.

Except you've been screwing Julia.

Thank God you didn't lie.

Come here.

The face of a gullible man.

The wife made me get that done.

I always thought I look a bit stupid.

Get rid of it for me.
I don't wanna look at it any more.

Go on.

She's doing that for 250 quid.

Women are rubbish, Geordie.

Most people are rubbish, but all women are.

Look.

She's just a piece of rubbish.

What you and her do or don't do
from now on is your business.

I'm finished with her.

But you and me...

we stay the same.

No woman is worth any amount of aggravation.

See My Friends

♪ See my friends

♪ See my friends

♪ Layin' across the river

♪ See my friends

♪ See my friends

♪ Layin' across the river

♪ She is gone

♪ She is gone and now there's no-one left

♪ Except my friends

♪ Layin' across the river

♪ She just went

♪ She just went

♪ Went across the river

♪ Now she's gone

♪ Now she's gone...