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We're young. Why don't we live a little?

Put it all into stocks and shares. Let the money work for us.

The stock market has never had a worse day.

We're going to sell this house,

scrape together everything we've got...

..and buy a couple of pubs.

- Geordie, it's Nicky. - Couple of quid, sir?

I have decided, therefore, that the best course will be a merciful sentence, of life imprisonment.

- Nicky, what's going wrong? - Nothing.

It'll break my heart if this goes wrong.

- I think I love you. - I know you think you love me.

If you're going to walk, then walk!

Just keep walking!

I've done my best, son. I can't cope with him any more.

My dear son, here are a few photos from the trip, just back from the chemist.

The one of the Holy Father is a bit fuzzy, but you can just make him out on the balcony.

Well, I know they're not up to your standard, but they'll have to do.

Thank you, Nicky, for the trip of a lifetime.

Easter Sunday in Rome?

I never thought I'd see the day.

What else to report?

Your dad is the same.

I'll see him in about half an hour or so,

and I've got some good news for him.

He's going on a little trip.

It's something he always wanted to do.

A full report in my next letter.

Guess who came to tea.

Mary.

Since she went to the Commons, we don't see so much of her up here these days.

She looked well, and we had a good old chat, Mary and me,

and she said nothing but good words about you, son.

Now, don't go getting angry with me,

but if you ask me, she loves you as much as ever,

if she only knew it.

You should put the past behind you both and waste no more time.

Don't be afraid. Never be afraid to go back.

Do it soon, Nicky.

Take care of yourself. See you at Christmas, Deo volente. Your loving mother.

PS I mean it, Nicky. Tomorrow's too late.

I've told Felix about Florrie's death, but I'm not sure he understands.

- Did she talk about him much? - Oh, yes, all the time.

She never let go of him.

She could always see flashes of the old Felix when nobody else could.

And, you know, when you have Alzheimer's,

the here and now seems to vanish, but the past keeps coming back,

and with it came that acute sense of failure he's had all his life.

Failure?

Well, ever since the Jarrow march, I think, because the march brought no work to the town.

To The Town That Was Murdered.

They were treated badly.

They marched all the way to the House of Commons to ask for justice,

for jobs for a town that had 77% unemployment,

only to be told they must go back to Jarrow and work out their own salvation.

So they failed, as Felix saw it.

Have you seen Mary at all?

No.

The last time was four years ago at my mam and dad's golden wedding.

- I suppose I'll see her at the funeral. - Aye.

Thank you, Father.

- Big, innit? - What?

- Yeah. What is it? - A nightclub for all the posers.

If you had a torpedo, you could sink it.

Yeah.

All the posers splashing about in the water, "Help! I'm dying!

My £100 T-shirt's getting wet!"

- You'd like that, would you? - Yeah.

Or you could set fire to it.

Yeah, that's another possibility,

or you could just go home and watch TV.

- I saw my dad today. - Your dad? Yeah?

How's he doing?

He rolls up in this great big car, like.

I was sitting on the wall outside wor house.

He says, "Know who I am?" I says, "Yes. You're my dad."

He says, "Yeah," drives off again.

Gives us two pound.

I knew it was him. My ma's got this photo of him from out of the paper.

- Why was he in the paper. - The coppers shot him.

Yeah?

Give us five pound or I'll stick a knife in your leg.

- What knife? - The one in my pocket.

Well, you'd better get on with it, cos I haven't got any money.

- Why not? - Cos I've just escaped from prison.

You should get yourself on that boat with the rest of the posers.

Yeah. Thanks for the tip.

Nice to talk to you.

All shipshape, then?

I mean, I carried out every improvement you asked for.

Well, can I open the place or not?

I've got 300 people booked in for a gala night on Friday.

It's time I got a definite decision.

Oh, Jesus! What now?

We'll be writing a report.

Can you smell burning?

Oh, Christ! This is all I need!

The opening night will be like the bloody Mary Celeste at this rate.

- Hey, you! - More like the Towering Inferno, if you ask me.

You tell your gaffer to get up here. I want these lights back on now.

I'm not sitting here all day like a duck egg.

- Good. - Are you Terry Cox?

Yeah. Why? Who are you?

Are you supposed to be who I think you're supposed to be?

The Artificial Animals.

I thought you said they looked like them?

Yeah. As long as they sound like them.

- I wasn't expecting youse till tonight, actually. - Hang on.

There's only four. Where's the fifth one?

Hospital, like we said.

Da-da!

It's only keyboards. Why not?

Yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah!

Come on!

Wanker!

- You're a good runner, Sean. - I've been in town all day.

My dad took us to the pictures.

You know, a lot of people are getting pretty unhappy about the way you're going on.

- They're focusing on you and one or two others. - I didn't do anything.

I just get picked on. They just need somebody to blame.

You do get the blame, I know, but you can't say you never do anything.

Are you locked out again?

Where's your ma?

Out.

- You cannae sit here all night. - I'll break a window round the back.

I'm OK.

Sean, will you come to this meeting?

You could sit with me. You could stick up for yourself.

Fuck off, you daft bastard.

- Do you live abroad, Mr Hutchinson? - Italy.

Lovely. Nice weather.

Do you think you'll stay out there, or will you come back?

I don't know.

Well, never mind.

We'll do our best for him.

Won't we, Felix?

Now, what do we do?

Come on.

That's right, Felix. Good lad!

Come on.

Now, your son's going to take you out for a drive,

so we're going to give you a nice clean chin, OK?

Can I do that?

Do you understand about Florrie, Dad?

Florrie? My wife.

Do you know where Florrie is?

Where?

- Where's Florrie? - She's gone.

Gone.

She's gone to the butcher's for some saveloys.

"Flippin' heck, oh, hecky Moses," she says, "queue the size of the... Oh, hecky Moses!"

I says, "Oh, and did Winston Churchill come in?"

She says, "Aye. He came to borrow the pouffe to put foot...for the camera,

for the Philomena to put, like, in his camera."

"Philomena? That's daft!" I told her.

Film.

He came for the film.

"Where've you been and what have you been up to?" asked the father.

Of course, the rabbit could not tell him, but we could, couldn't we?

Did you enjoy that? Lily, has your cough got better?

No? Oh, dear. Come here.

- Let Grandma hear.

- That sounds better to me.

- Grandma? - Yes, darling?

Are you my proper grandma, or is Grandma Elaine my proper grandma?

Both, but I'm your real grandma.

Why don't you live with my proper grandad?

That's a long story. I'll tell you next time I baby-sit.

Do you live with anybody's grandad?

No, I don't live with anybody's grandad.

- Ah... - Sorry.

- That's OK. No problem. - Hi, darling.

See you, kids. Kisses for Grandma.

- Lily, kiss, please. - Say goodbye, then.

Thanks, Mary. They weren't too bad, were they?

- Will I see you at teatime?

OK, come on, kids.

- I'm sorry. - It's OK.

- Is this everybody? - Aye.

Right, I'm all yours.

Sean Collins. Who'd like to begin?

Well, I didn't call this meeting.

Don't look at me. I think it's absolutely ridiculous to have a meeting about one kid.

When I was a boy,

I wanted you to love me.

I wanted you to tell me you loved me.

I wanted you to hold me close so that I knew I was yours.

I wanted you to tell me you were glad I was your son,

but you didn't.

Not once.

What about that?

What about...

What about that thing?

What about that thing we're going to do?

What thing?

What thing, Dad?

What is it you want to do?

♪ Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood

♪ Baby, don't you understand me now?

♪ Sometimes I feel a little mad

♪ But don't you know that no-one alive

♪ Can always be an angel?

It's a bit rusty, like.

Two. One, two, three, four.

♪ Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood

♪ Baby...

The handrails are wrong. They want different ones.

- What's wrong with the handrails? - I don't know what's wrong with the handrails.

- The ones from the other day? - At the front, yes.

♪ Always be an angel...

- I can't do it now. I've got to do this, haven't I? - I knew it!

♪ I'm just a soul whose intentions are good

♪ Oh, Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

I'll just say this an' all. When I was Sean Collins' age,

my dad would have had the skin off me if I'd done just half the things this lad gets up to.

- He's evil. - But where is his dad, Stan?

You see, this is what gets my goat, calling kids evil.

Is this bairn evil? Does this bairn look evil?

- No. - No.

This is Sean Collins when he was five.

Now, how is it that by the time he's 13, you want to string him up?

Anthony, nobody wants to string him up. We just want the family moved off Valley View.

Isn't the real problem here that Sean Collins, and several more like him on Valley View,

have been completely abandoned by their parents?

- Isn't it true that... - Don't start banging on about Victorian values.

There's plenty people in the world grew up OK with useless parents.

I'm not banging on. In fact, I've hardly spoken.

- I've been asked a question... - Fine.

..which I'm trying to answer.

Fine.

Since you mention Victorian values, that's what Sean Collins has got.

He can't read, he can't write,

he's had no support.

He's a damaged lad because of what his parents have done to him, or failed to do.

Think back to Sean's dad and Sean's dad's mother.

Sean's dad's mother isn't MP for Valley View, though, is she?

Will you stop being so bloody rude to me?

You sound like Claudia Seabrook, man!

"Put the parents in prison if the kids won't behave."

I'm not saying that. I'm saying you can't blame the estate.

It's not as simple as that.

You could put Sean Collins in a penthouse flat and it wouldn't change his behaviour.

Not if it was on Valley View.

Anthony, do you not realise

you're insulting people who've lived on Valley View for 40 years?

Mother, if you and your New Labour Party sound any more like the Tories,

they'll sue you for plagiarism!

I'll go and tell Sean Collins to go and get better parents, shall I?

I mean, it's bloody stupid, what you're saying!

As I said, I didn't ask for this meeting.

I'm sorry.

It's very embarrassing. I'm very sorry.

Dear Mrs Hutchinson,

You asked me what I can remember

of that day the marchers took their midday rest on the green in our village.

What I remember is the song they sang,

and I remember a very young man, not really more than a boy,

whose shoes were worn out.

A neighbour of ours bathed his feet and gave him her husband's best shoes.

It's something I've never forgotten.

"A very young man, not really more than a boy"?

Felix.

I'll have new cutlery for 200, I should think,

and food supplied from stalls, right?

So, do you understand?

Terry's Bar is invitation only.

These will be local bigwigs and it'll be a separate little do from...

Yes? Can I help you at all?

- I was looking for the boss. - I'm the boss.

I was wondering, like, any chance of any work going?

Oh, no. I'm sorry. All the staff were hired weeks ago. Sorry.

- Like bar staff or security or... - Sorry.

Er...is it...

Is it Geordie Peacock?

- Er... - Elaine.

I'm Terry's wife. Terry, Tosker.

Tosker? Does he work here?

Bloody hell! What does he want?

Christ! It's a pity he couldn't have waited till after Friday.

Well, he's here. Now.

And he needs help.

Well, where's he been?

- Prison. - Oh, shit!

He's just been released.

He's down on his luck, Terry.

He needs a job to get him back on his feet again.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

What was he in for? He didn't top somebody, did he?

No. No!

- Arson. - Arson?!

Jesus! Here's me working my backside off to get us a fire certificate,

and you want us to hire a convicted arsonist?

You disgust me sometimes, Terry.

I'd never have believed you could get life for setting fire to a mattress.

It was a new one.

Anyway, they've put right their mistake.

I know it's no consolation to you now, but...

Where are you staying, Geordie?

Well, where were you last night?

Look, you come and stay with us for a bit, OK?

- Have you got room? - Room? Wait till you see the place.

Thanks, mate.

Don't they give you a grant when you get out?

Not when you're on parole.

It's OK if I have another go?

Er...yeah. Yeah.

Do you believe he's on parole?

- Have you seen the way he shakes? - He took some pills of some kind.

I don't know what they are.

♪ House Of The Rising Sun

That's more like it!

Eh?

- What's your name? - Geordie.

All right, then, Geordie, let's go.

Tosker!

Well, you want the job or not?

One, two, three, four.

♪ House Of The Rising Sun

I thought crime didn't pay.

♪ 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, I'm one

Nicky.

Anthony!

Hi.

- Get you a drink? - Er... No, I won't actually. Thanks.

Sorry about Florrie.

- Are you OK? - Yeah. Yeah.

Somehow, I didn't expect her to go first. I thought she'd be around forever, really.

- How's your mam? - She's fine.

Now.

But she wasn't.

Why did you do it?

I don't know.

Well, she's fine now,

so you just leave her alone, OK?

- Leave her alone? - Yeah. Just leave her alone.

She doesn't need any more crap in her life. She's had plenty.

- Did she ask you to say this? - Just hear what I'm saying, OK?

I hear what you're saying.

- Good. - But it's none of your business, Anthony.

You're out of order.

If you hurt her again, I'll break your neck.

- Mary Cox. - Mary, Nicky.

Nicky? Hi.

I was going to ring, just to, you know, say hello,

how sorry I was.

- Funeral day after tomorrow, yeah? - Yeah.

Look, do you er...fancy having lunch sometime?

Well...

I don't know. Why?

Well, you know, just have lunch.

Er...yeah. OK.

Have to be tomorrow if you're talking about this week.

I've got something I need to do with my dad, somebody he hasn't seen for 60 years.

Oh, well, yeah. That's important.

Look, er...what about dinner tomorrow night?

Um...yeah.

- Oh, well... - Problem?

Yeah, only that I promised Tosker, well, not promised,

but I did say I'd probably go to his big night.

Well, it was a promise, really. I mean, I think he'd be offended.

Yeah, well, no. That's er...understandable.

- I'm sure you're invited. - Yeah, I've just got it.

- Says, "Any chance of bringing your camera?" - You're kidding!

No. No. He doesn't er... doesn't change, does he?

- Well... - Well, I'll see you there anyway.

Yeah.

We can maybe find a few minutes to talk.

Yes, let's.

Good.

- Oh, er... - Yeah?

It's just er...

Anthony paid me a visit.

Yeah? Why?

Well, he was pretty angry, really.

I mean, understandably.

- I mean, I understand if there's still anger. - Well, that's Anthony.

Right.

- Night. - Good night, Nicky.

You all right, Geordie? You got everything?

Yeah.

Tosker and me have got an early start, but you just sleep, OK?

And don't worry about anything. OK?

OK.

- Night-night, flower. - Night-night.

Don't really rise to the occasion, do I?

You did brilliant.

I wasn't really pleased to see him at first.

Serve us right if tomorrow's a total fiasco, which it will be.

- I know it will. - It'll be OK.

We've done everything they've asked.

They'll give us a certificate tomorrow.

We've worked eight years for this.

It's the biggest night of our lives.

We're going to enjoy it, Tosker.

I promise.

You're great, you.

- Good night. - Good night.

Best of luck. I hope you have a very pleasant evening.

Thank you.

Yes!

Suffering hell, I said.

She says, "Oh, it's a long way to walk.

Oh, I'm Lady Aster," she says.

"Oh, your feet must be seen."

Seen? Saw.

I says, "They're sore, never mind anything."

Heck, oh hecky Moses!

And the King came to open the Parliament.

I says, "Oh, I like your crown." He says, "Oh, Felix, where have you been?"

I said, "Oh." He says, "Oh, Felix, what about..."

"What about that..." He says, "Felix, what about... What about that thing?"

What about that thing? That thing.

What about that thing we were going to do?

What about that...thing we were going to do?

We're doing it, Dad. We're doing it.

Dad, Florrie wanted you to meet Mrs Wilson.

Mrs Wilson was a little girl when the marchers stopped for the midday meal in this village.

- She remembers a very young man... - "Oh, suffering hell," he says.

I says, "Oh..." He says, "Oh, Felix, have you come all this way?

I'm the King."

Dad, shh... Shh...

Listen a minute.

We've come to Yorkshire, to a village called Dowley.

This is Mrs Wilson.

She remembers a song and a very young man whose shoes were worn through.

I think Florrie read you what she remembers. Did she?

"Oh," she says. And he says, "Oh, Felix, your feet, they must be red raw!"

I says, "Red raw? You can see the flipping thing,

the...the crown on...on...on..."

When the thing... When the whatsit...

You can see...see...

- I don't think he's going to remember. - I think he will.

Dad...

The King came up and he says, "Have a lift in my royal carriage."

Dad, shh... Shh...

Can you remember the song?

♪ We're on the road, to anywhere

♪ I'm coming, I'm coming

♪ For my head is bending low

Dad... Dad... Shh.

Shh.

Listen. Listen.

Please?

Just listen.

♪ We're on the road, to anywhere

♪ With never a heartache

♪ And never a care ♪ I'm coming

♪ I'm coming ♪ We've got no homes

♪ We've got no friends ♪ For my head is bending low

♪ We're thankful for everything the good Lord sends

♪ I'm coming, I'm coming ♪ We're on the road, to anywhere

♪ For my head is bending low ♪ And the good Lord seems to say

♪ It's a long way to Tipperary

♪ Though you haven't got a care ♪ I'm coming

♪ You're on the road to anywhere ♪ I'm coming

♪ It leads to somewhere ♪ For my head is bending low

Can you just say to him what your father said to you when the marchers left the village?

Do you think he'll understand, Mr Hutchinson?

Please, try!

What he said was, it made you realise that you had a choice in life.

You could be downtrodden, or you could stand up for yourself.

I've never forgotten that.

I've always been grateful for that.

It wasn't a failure, Dad.

Can you hear me?

Your life was not a failure.

Oh, dear.

May we use your loo, please? Then I think we'll go.

You're a bastard. Do you know that?

You're a bastard, Dad.

You were a bastard to me when I was little and you were a bastard to me when I grew up

and now you're an old bastard.

And do you know what, Dad?

It doesn't matter any more.

Geordie? You got your glad rags on?

- Geordie? - Geordie?

Wakey-wakey!

Stardom awaits you.

Oh, no...

Come on and sit down over here, Felix.

You must be exhausted. Are you?

Here we go.

OK. Are you all right?

I'll go and make you a cup of tea, OK? Good lad.

Hiya, Nicky.

What fettle?

- You didn't die, then? - Nah.

But I tried my best.

- Did I meet you once in the Bullring? - Yeah. Yeah, that was me.

I didn't know if it was real.

I was out of my head for a bit. You know?

So was I. I did come back, you know?

- I did try to find you. - It was a bad time.

The worst I've had. So far.

Me too.

- Shall we have a drink for Florrie? - Yeah.

I can't believe he would do this to us! I just can't believe it!

Well, he has.

Shall we just give him another half an hour?

No. He's had his chance.

You do it, Tosker.

It's what you've always wanted, and you deserve it.

Sorry, lads, you're stuck with me.

OK?

- Aye. - Right, let's rehearse.

- Can we not cancel? - No, we cannot!

- One more? - No, Geordie.

One more, man!

Garçon, same... Where's he gone?

- Geordie, no. - Hey, Tosker's going to go apeshit, you know.

My tabs.

Hello, Dad.

You, get lost. The barman will only chuck you out.

Hey, I don't want to be late.

- What's the matter? - Tell Tosker I'll be there.

- Geordie, you've had enough, man. - Hey! If I want to drink, I'll drink. OK?

OK.

Oh, my turn for an advice session, is it?

Can I talk to you?

What do you want?

Eh? Are you deaf? I asked you a question.

He doesn't want money.

He doesn't want money.

Who the fuck are you?

- Tell him something. - What like?

- Who the fuck are you? - Talk to him, Sean.

Sean, say what you want to say, and then get out.

Did it hurt when they shot you, Dad?

I haven't got time for this? Go and talk to your mother.

- Why can't he talk to you? - You keep your gob shut.

- Who the fuck are you anyway? - Just talk to the kid, man. It's not much.

Sean, I'm losing my temper. What do you want?

Can I come and live with you, Dad?

- I'll get the hotel to chuck you out. - Don't walk away.

OK?

You just don't walk away.

Aye?

You, get home now!

You all right?

Yeah. Champion.

Never better.

Sean...

You going home?

Sean!

Just listen to what I have to say,

and don't get upset, OK?

Yeah?

I'm leaving.

Leaving the police?

Leaving Barbara and the kids?

Why?

One of those things. These things happen.

- Why? - I'll get somewhere close by.

I'll still be a father to the kids.

They'll suffer as little as possible.

It's better this way.

We were just too young, Mother.

I was too young.

Is there somebody else?

Ladies and gentlemen, The Artificial Animals!

Hello again, Newcastle!

♪ We've Gotta Get Out Of This Place

♪ In this dirty old part of the city

♪ Where the sun refuses to shine

♪ People tell me there ain't no use in tryin'

♪ Now, my girl, you're so young and so pretty

♪ And one thing I know is true

♪ You'll be dead before your time is due

♪ I know it

Sorry to spoil your night.

I just needed somebody to talk to.

- You've got me. - Oh, for Christ's sake, Mother!

- What? - Don't do that, OK? Just don't do it.

- Do what? - You know fine well what I'm talking about!

Now, just don't bloody do it!

♪ Watch my daddy in bed at night

♪ Watch his hair turning grey

♪ He's been working and slaving his life away

♪ Oh, yes, I know it

♪ Yeah...

♪ Yeah

Common People

♪ Rent a flat above a shop

♪ Cut your hair and get a job...

If you're going to be angry, be angry with yourself.

Is it my fault your marriage is breaking up?

Yes, it is.

I thought you had more self-respect than that.

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah

♪ We gotta get out of this place

♪ If it's the last thing we ever do

♪ We gotta get out of this place

♪ Girl, there's a better life for me and you

- I'm a mate of Tosker's. - Have you got an invitation?

I don't need one. I don't need an invitation!

No, you don't understand. I don't need an invitation.

Look, I'm a mate of Tosker's. I've known him all my life, man!

OK, I'm going! I'm going!

I've gone.

All right?

You've got to take responsibility for your own mistakes, Anthony.

I'll stand by you, like I always have. But it's you...

I don't want you to stand by me.

What do you want?

Nothing that you can give us.

I don't want what you give us.

I don't want sacrifice.

I don't want your tears. I've had 'em all my life!

You were never happy, Mother.

That's all I wanted. I wanted you to stop crying, and...

I wanted you to put a smile on your face. That's what I wanted.

I didn't have a mother. I had a martyr, and that's why I went and married one the same.

Go to the party!

Go to the party!

And don't make any more speeches about how to bring up kids.

Yeah?

There's nothing more to see now.

Mrs Cox? John Harrop. I thought you'd want to know what's happened.

Sean Collins is dead.

Thank you, John. I'll come over.

Well, I've got a bit of a day tomorrow.

Today.

- Thanks for being here, Nicky. - Yeah, thanks, mate.

Wouldn't have missed it for the world. I'm delighted for you, Tosker. Both of youse.

- Hey, I wonder what happened to Geordie. - Wasn't he bloody great, though?

- Easily as good as ever. - Hey, watch it!

Look, I expect Mary had work to do, you know?

You'll both be knackered in the morning, so...

No, no, no. We'll be there.

We'll be there, Nicky.

Night.

- Yeah, night-night. - Night.

God, I wish my mam and dad could have been here.

Jesu, Joy Of Man's Desiring

Eternal rest, grant unto her, o Lord,

and let perpetual light shine upon her.

In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

The grace and peace of God, our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ be with you.

- And also with you. - And with you.

Sorry.

My dear people, to prepare ourselves to celebrate the sacred mysteries,

let us call to mind our sins.

I trusted, even when I said, "I am sorely afflicted,"

and when I said, in my alarm, "No man can be trusted."

I will walk in the presence of the Lord in the land of the living.

The opening hymn of the mass will be Faith Of Our Fathers, No.68.

♪ Faith of our fathers, living still

♪ In spite of dungeon, fire and sword

♪ O how our hearts beat high with joy

♪ Whene'er we hear that glorious word

♪ Faith of our fathers, holy faith

♪ We will be true to thee till death

♪ We will be true to thee till death

She's already in paradise, Norman.

- Nicky. - Nicky.

- With the other angels. - Yeah, I know. Thanks for everything.

- You were a very good friend to her. - She's in the bosom of the Lord.

Excellent. Good. Mind your head.

- Bye. - Bye.

There's a place in heaven for her, Nicky, a place in...

- The bosom of the Lord. - Heaven. Exactly.

- Good. You've had a good drink today, Father? - I have, thank you.

- God bless you, my son. - And the same to you.

She often said to me there was no better son in the world than you.

Did she?

See? What did I tell you? It's talent, man. It's in the bloodstream.

- Barbara, where's Anthony? - He said he'd be here to pick us up.

You OK, Barbara?

- You all right, mate? - Yeah. I'm fine.

I'm not even talking to you.

- You OK, sweetheart? - Yeah, just sad.

- Were you good? - Yeah. I was bloody good, actually.

Good.

You OK?

Well, I don't think your dad's coming, kids, so...

- Oh, we'll drop you off. - Yeah, come back with us.

Spend the day on Grandad's boat, eh, kids?

- Hey! - Smashing!

Good idea.

Lily...

- Geordie, are you coming? - Up to you, mate.

Stay.

OK.

- I'll see you later, yeah? - Cheers, mate. Thanks for coming.

- I'll give you a ring. - All right.

- Thanks for coming. - See you.

Bye, Mary.

- Bye! - Come on, kids.

- And you, look after yourself. - And you.

Ta-ra, then.

I forgot the bairn's coat.

Will you be around for a while?

I'm coming back.

- Felix needs looking after. - Good.

We'll have to meet, have that lunch.

- Tomorrow, maybe? - Tomorrow? Why not?

- Bye. - Bye.

Why not?

Why not?

Because tomorrow's too late, that's why not.

Mary!

Why not today?

Why not?

Don't Look Back In Anger

♪ Slip inside the eye of your mind

♪ Don't you know you might find

♪ A better place to play?

♪ You said that you'd never been

♪ But all the things that you've seen

♪ Slowly fade away

♪ So I start a revolution from my bed

♪ Cos you said the brains I had went to my head

♪ Step outside, summertime's in bloom

♪ Stand up beside the fireplace

♪ Take that look from off your face

♪ You ain't ever gonna burn my heart out

♪ And so Sally can wait

♪ She knows it's too late as we're walking on by

♪ Her soul slides away

♪ But don't look back in anger

♪ I heard you say