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Last time on Covenant's Muck, this happened.

Bo! Don't say a bloody word.

Emergency round me man's with Gary Marad again.

You tell him well, don't you? Tell him, please.

Miss Tranks and I didn't even know one another till six weeks ago when she came

on to the committee.

There's photos of me and them years ago. And you can prove all this.

George Ward. Dougie Hodge's been getting into bed with those two as well.

Piss off.

You wouldn't tell us, wouldn't you, if there were anything else? What are you

talking about?

No. I'll do it. Don't that feel better?

I'm warning you. I hope you burn with it.

Bastard!

Answering the call, Ken.

Not me, bastard. Dad. Me.

I can blow the lid on the whole thing.

We have bloody searched high and bloody low, and we can't find it.

This is not easy for me, you know, because I don't want to be here.

I want to be where I'm supposed to be, back in my bloody caravan in bloody

Fleetwood, but I'm not on the earth, because I think that by being here, I'm

doing my duty.

Now, if you've changed in the way that you say you've changed, you will do

as well.

No.

Middle bin, ten o 'clock.

I'll take care of the rest.

Ned, but I won't calm down because I can't believe what I'm bloody hearing.

Sharon! No, you listen to me, right?

I've killed myself trying to get this place up and running.

It's all I've got.

And I won't stand by when some bugger tries to take it.

Well, that's why we're discussing Ned's pissing plan in the first place.

Plan?

Operation Alcatraz? That ain't a plan, it's bloody madness.

And what the hell were you planning on doing with this, eh?

Sharon, it's a question of choices, and we don't have any.

Right. You can't help it, can you? First chance you get and you're up playing

sodding action, man. There ain't no alternative.

Bloody alternative is we man the barricades. Jesus, they're just trying

the sodding place down. Can't keep turning them back forever. They're too

strong. We've got to find a way we can beat them, which this photograph will

The photograph you can't find?

Exactly.

What about Jean's wedding?

You promised.

It's not pill two.

There's the beauty of it. If there is any fallout afterwards, we're in the

because we're all busy getting stuck into the volifols and sherry trifles. I

thought I was supposed to be your bloody partner.

You what?

What are you doing?

You always pleased yourself, didn't you?

Really. You know, I mean, you make out we've got an equal say in everything,

we ain't. I mean, you don't give a toss what I think.

So why don't we just have done with it once and for all, right? And you can

yourself someone else to run this place with you.

Sharon!

Sharon, come here! Sharon!

What?

I hadn't done it, have I?

Right, then.

Let us get back to the business, shall we?

The wagon will be coming through here.

Round here.

Mary?

What are you doing here?

Oh, bloody hell. I'm sorry to butt in. I won't be a minute.

It's our John O.

I came home last night and found him having it off with Ellen Borden in our

front room. Jesus Christ.

I'm just putting word about, you know, that's all.

I've just been to see his mam.

You've done what?

It ain't going to work, John O.

Because I'm not going to let it.

Marie! Marie!

Marie!

Marie! Let go of me! What the pissing hell was all that about?

What are you doing?

Let me.

Marie, pack it in.

Marie, stop it!

Let go of me.

I've asked you once.

Did you think this was going to solve all your problems, eh?

Because it's nothing, Jono.

You let it rule you, and it's nothing.

Did she make you go hard that quick?

It's all over.

I know it's over.

I knew what you were doing.

But it didn't work.

Because I'm still here, Anna.

I don't have to go anywhere else for sex.

I met your dad when we were in bed.

Even like this.

I don't know what you've decided, John.

But whatever it is, you remember this.

You're the father of my child.

And nothing's going to alter that.

Us getting divorced ain't going to alter it.

You shagging every woman in England ain't going to alter it.

Because this child is your flesh and blood.

And it's going to grow up with you as its dad, whether you like it or not.

And you're never, ever going to run away from that.

Do you understand?

Oh, God.

Shut up, Operation Alcatraz.

Nobody ever got off Alcatraz. Do you think they know that, Reg?

Keep going.

Come on, get in quick.

Get Liz down.

I think... Yeah, that's me. I've got me then. Now do what you're told.

You won't be long, will you? You'll get claustrophobia. Charge!

Liz. What?

Thank me.

You're sure it's today? They're 40 minutes late. Of course I'm sure.

Bloody checked it, didn't I? Shouldn't we synchronise our watches or something?

Why? Well, it's what you do in situations like this.

They're coming! I've seen them!

Good lad.

I used the mirror.

Well done.

Did you secret that we said?

Very good, Bernard.

I've seen you!

I've seen you! Bernard!

What the pitchy now?

Bleeding hell.

Super crew as I live and fit in breed.

Hi, Frank. Work here? All right, Ned.

Lads, what are you doing out here? Working for Forestier Summit?

We want to nick the wagon.

You are?

You can't nick your bollocks.

Oh, come on, Frank. Come on, Frank. Note, I'm in charge of this vehicle. You

know what proper are like.

We'll pay you.

How much?

20 quid.

There you go.

Watch it, I think she's a bit sticky.

Morning, Sharon.

What is it? What's happened?

The appeal has failed, I'm afraid.

The council are going ahead with the purchase of the yard.

They can't?

What about the petition, you know, and all the profit we've been making?

What do you think you're doing here?

I think you have to leave that up there, actually.

Legal requirements or something.

A creche.

They're knocking us down to build a bloody athlete's creche.

City's desperate for the games. It was felt this kind of facility... Yeah, but

they don't have babies, so do they.

Athletes, you know, not till they're finished.

Oh.

Do they not?

Well, I'm sure some use can be made of it if it don't come off.

Whatever.

You've got 24 hours to get out.

I told him, this is where we should be, you know. This is where the bloody fight

is. He's not chasing around the countryside looking for a bloody

I couldn't agree with you more.

Now, have you brought the equipment from your work?

Yeah. Why?

Rather an old -fashioned idea, Sharon.

Direct action.

We shall not be moved.

Steady, Kent, steady.

We're late, aren't we?

We ought to get there in one piece, don't we?

Seems all right, doesn't he?

Considering.

The way he's organised all this and everything.

Seems to be coping all right.

About Irene.

This way, coping.

Other way, he's pissed poor.

Has Marie said anything to you this morning?

Aye. She told us we all made mistakes and I was the best husband a wife could

ever want.

What the bloody hell do you think she said?

Have a be -eye on this.

What a lovely watch.

We are all grateful, you know. You coming back, sorting us out.

Probably do you good, Eddie Rodeo.

Booking in with the boys, getting your hands dirty.

Barrier ahead!

Steady!

He's off.

And Berkey.

Oh, serious?

Bad arse. Both of them.

Pissed off.

Ah, well, you know, nine pints and a bum warmer down to the taste of India.

In you go, then. You know where it is.

Right, thank you.

Huh? We'll need this.

Oh. Thanks.

Enchanted evening.

Some enchanted evening.

All right, George, how do you get?

Shit.

Oh, come on, sod it, Kim.

Didn't you check? Last time, that's what you said, didn't you?

Make up for it, I said! Make a bloody thing!

Is he all right?

He's about picked himself!

Oh, God.

My last moment on Earth.

Stuck inside a black plastic wheelie bin with yesterday's leftover shepherd's

pie. So you made it, though, didn't you?

What's the bloody problem? I had dreams too, you know.

George?

Come on, you can get down now. We're in the clear.

Now get in the cab. You can direct.

Yeah, it's that way.

Uh... Georgie, we can go round in circles on our own.

Oh, very good at it.

You said... You said you could take us straight there.

I told you, we just won a new contract. We were all... Everyone was very...

emotional.

George.

In here.

Well, that's me, Gint.

Anything happened yet?

I thought you'd be pissed out of your mind by now.

It's months since you had anything.

Distilled our own inside.

Industrial floor cleaner.

Jesus. Atmosphere. It was night time.

Crowded.

Right, come on.

Oh, bloody hell, George, make the sodding effort. We're running out of

time. Told you it was a stupid idea.

I mean, he hasn't changed. I have.

How's Marie?

What?

Trying to make a conversation.

Help the, you know... Yeah, well, don't.

Just drink your bleeding drink.

Oh, I need a piss.

I won't be long.

Shit, you'd hate it.

At last, a result.

Come on, lads. Come on!

Georgie!

Hey, he didn't put the radio on, could he? I had the radio on. There isn't one.

The bloody belt took me. Watch it, Ken.

It isn't his fault, is it?

What are you talking about?

You and Sharon.

It isn't his fault you fell out. Stop bullying him. What are you talking

I'm fine. It doesn't bother me if she wants to go flying off the soddy handle.

Of course it bothers you.

She's your friend, isn't she?

But you've got a bloody odd way of showing it.

Take my advice, Ken.

Apologise and I'm done with it.

All is best in these situations.

It's no good.

I can't do it without it.

Elvis live in Kentucky.

I can't find it without Elvis.

Wise men say only fools...

thought from here. We haven't got the time.

Look, trust me, you cannot go vehicle across our field. I know I tried it.

All right, come on, everybody out.

Listen, John, when we get down there, we'll stay here and look after the

right?

a chatty in here on the managerette. What a tense picture.

She's on the photo too.

Come on.

What, are you worried you might miss the reception?

All that free snaps?

If we don't get Wardy back soon.

Aye. Aye, Jim.

We're going as fast as we can.

We're closed.

Well, we didn't come for a dance.

We think you might have a photo that we'd like.

We'll pay?

Where's all the women?

Georgie.

I remember you.

You're the one that kept asking me where you could get a tattoo done.

And I told you.

You'd better come in.

You'd probably had a shave the night you turned up.

What?

I don't want the National Committee to have a single excuse for favouring the

London side before ours.

Go loose then.

Understood. It'll be bricked up downwards before they get here, don't

Hello! One and all!

What did I do?

Loads of them. I was going to extend, you know.

The council are dead against it.

Georgie, please.

It's there.

Oh, that one!

It's a good one, isn't it?

Mind you, that of it enlarged especially.

Well, I'll have that.

Mr Roberts and Miss Stranks photographed before they knew each other. Try

talking your way out of that one, you boogers.

Right, come on. We've got what we want. Let's get a shift on. Here you go.

Thanks a lot, mate.

Oh, any time.

See you again, Georgie Poitier.

Mr Hart, the well -known deserter of lost causes.

And how much are you being paid, then, for crossing the floor?

I'm a builder.

I don't know what you mean.

No.

And I don't imagine those developers who had the foresight to buy land around

here, when you couldn't give it away, will be asking for your services in the

near future.

That would be nothing, wouldn't it?

What are they, Wads?

We've come to see how you're getting on with your mood.

If you think this will disrupt me, you're very much mistaken.

I'm going to put the north back on the map.

You'll find it there anyway, just below Scotland.

Yeah? So why don't you piss off? That order don't come into operation yet, and

in the meantime, you're purring our customers off.

What?

That was the depot. One of the proper wagons was hijacked earlier today. About

the same time, Hepworth Prison contacted them to say one of the wagons had been

used in a jailbreak to free George Ward.

The Coliseum.

The UCU contract.

Mike, what the bloody hell's going on?

Get on to it. Find him.

I've got to go back to town. The committee meets at three o 'clock.

Oh, and you, get the bulldozers in.

Now. Clear this place.

Okay. If you say so.

Wow.

And I've had enough of you.

He won't go through with it.

He daren't.

This is just sabre rattling.

Trust me, Sharon.

We need the others.

I'm not often wrong.

Well, that is strictly true, isn't it? Not in all things.

All right, come on, Ken, let's drop it. We've got to concentrate on getting him

back inside, me to the bloody station, and everybody else to this flippant

wedding you're going to. Well, I'm just saying, I don't know how he did it, you

know. I mean, it's obvious, isn't it? Adam's apple. If she's got an Adam's

apple, you know, we're snogging her.

I've never kissed him. Well, not tons.

Ken, suck the wagon.

You what?

What, I want to get out.

What are you talking about?

You heard me.

Stop the pissing wagging! What the

pissing

hell are you doing?

I've had enough.

Enough of what?

Listening to you lot play happy families.

Makes me want to puke.

Jono? No, you've seen and forgot, haven't you?

What he's done in the past, the old Georgie boy.

He's making up for it, isn't he? So you stick up for him now, is that it?

Christ, he's one of the good guys, is he?

One of you.

Ah, leave him the mud, he's sod.

Yeah, it's right, though, isn't it?

He fits in good and proper.

Come on, we haven't got time for this.

Look at you, Nev, you and your Irene.

I mean, losing her like that, just minding your own business and having

great weight drops on your shoulders can only ever happen to you.

Come on, John, oh. Oh, you're the same, John.

What went off with your missus?

Our son has fallen out with his dad.

Ken and Denise coming apart, it seems.

Even old wardy boy going down for a load of stuff he never done. You're all the

bloody same.

You've all suffered for what ain't your fault.

And you must like it deep down. You know, coping, getting by, makes you feel

self -righteous.

But not like me, eh?

Full on, pants down, steaming great pile, left on my own doorstep, and you

aiming for it. That's my way.

For breaking the rules.

Are you done, eh?

Is that it?

Have you said enough? All right, Ken. He's a bloody waste of that kid.

He's had his chances. Yeah, I bloody know it.

So why don't you just leave us, eh? Go on.

The lot of you piss off!

Johnno?

We've got a job to do.

I meant it, Nev.

I meant what I said about you and your Irene.

I know you did.

Christ, if I could be you.

If I could be that bloody innocent.

I mean, nothing can touch you and her now, can it?

Nothing will spoil it.

No.

Nothing will spoil it.

Mind you, I'd give a million rows just to... just to have one more

kiss from her.

You better sort this out, you know, John.

While you've still got the chance.

I can't.

I can't put it right.

Of course you can.

I mean, nobody told you to do what you did, did they?

I'm not like me dad, Nev.

Your dad?

I mean, I've tried to be.

You know, be responsible, do the right thing. And every step of the way comes

short. Come on, Nev.

Listen, we're not talking about Foxy.

We're talking about you and Marie and the baby. No, we are.

We're talking about him.

I mean, everyone's the same, you know. Your dad did this, your dad did that.

I mean, I know why they're saying it, but I just bloody can't.

I mean, Mum, she tells me how he was, you know, with me when she was... I

he took everything in his stride. He never let it out. He just got on with

I mean, I want to be my dad's son more than anything, but I just bloody can't.

Listen, John...

Your dad were a great man.

And God knows he was my best mate.

But he wasn't exactly an angel.

He was bloody perfect.

I mean, he couldn't put a pissing foot wrong, and even when he did, it always

turned out for the best, because that's the way he was.

He was like bloody God. He wasn't.

Your dad had an affair with a woman for 20 years.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. It's the only way I could say it.

Never. I don't know why you're saying that, but that ain't funny.

I'm saying it because I need you to understand.

Your father was a good man, but he wasn't perfect.

No, that's bollocks. That's you making it up.

All right, come on.

What are you doing? Get out.

Nev, look, this ain't what I need. Then move over. I'm driving.

Right, what's all this bollocks about me dad having it off with some woman?

John, watch your mouth.

I've told him it's rubbish.

Now you tell him.

Well, I'm sorry.

Even in such a state, I had to tell him.

Mum, it ain't true.

It is.

The only reason I never told you is because I could never see the point.

What, so all them bloody ears and... I mean, why didn't you do something? What

could I do?

I asked him, but he loved her.

It were awkward.

Awkward?

Jesus Christ!

Shut up!

How Foxy was, you've got to tell him.

Please.

You know how he was.

He was your dad.

He loved me, Jono. Heart and soul.

And I loved him.

They've got a business with this Margaret.

Margaret. I didn't like it and I said so.

It upset me and I said that and all.

But he did stop it, eventually.

I wish it hadn't happened.

I can't pretend different.

And I wish we'd got it properly sorted.

Completely put away so we could forget about it.

But we never did.

And then he died.

But how did you... I mean, how could you live with him?

That was the worst of him, Jono.

But you know how he could be. The best of him.

And who wouldn't want some of that?

He should have told us. The bastard.

Bloody man's a man of something. I was old enough.

He should have said something.

Jono. He would have done if he could have.

I know that.

He couldn't bear having no secrets from you.

Only, I think you were ashamed, Sid, for lowering you down.

I miss him so much.

I was this busy in the evenings.

Oh,

you made it? Are the lads here?

No. We hadn't seen him. We thought they must have stopped off at the salon.

Oh, bloody hell.

Mr Andrews, the artist.

Looking forward to meeting him.

He saw Father O 'Ryan upstairs in no time.

He's dead?

No. Room.

Promotion.

Right. We're off.

Come on.

Come on.

All a matter of keeping calm and sticking to the plan.

You've got plenty of time, Ken. I've built you the safety margin, you know

So, we get him back inside as soon as possible, nobody's any the wiser.

Sarah Colleen Francis and Arthur Brian Marshall, Jean and Arthur.

You have come together in this church so that the Lord may seal and strengthen

your love in the presence of the church's minister and this community.

Christ abundantly blesses love.

He has already consecrated you in baptism and now he enriches and

you by a special sacrament that you may assume the duties of marriage in mutual

and lasting fidelity.

And so in the presence of the church...

I asked you to state your intention. Shit, it started.

Jean and Art. You can't. And I'll ask you if you really undertake obligations

with marriage. And to state that there's no legal impediment.

Alex, you bastard!

Oh, God, do something!

It's all right.

Everything's fine.

Oh, God!

What's happening, Ed?

Oh, my God! The ambulance is coming.

Don't worry.

I

thought

you'd put them off. Yeah, and I did a bit.

Bernard!

I want you to take this photograph, Bernard.

I want you to guard it, Bernard.

Don't let anybody have it unless I say so. They're getting closer.

I feel much better now, you know.

I could do with another drink, actually. George.

Come on, inside.

Come on.

Sonny, I want you to go round the front.

Lock all the doors. Check that they're fast.

OK. Listen, if you see Sharon there, when do you get a chance?

What?

Well, now, tell her that we're here.

That's all. You know, in case she's wondering.

All right.

Oh, check round the back.

Hostage situation!

That's it.

You what?

Hostages!

What's the service going on in here?

And these folk are our hostages until we get what we want.

Please move from the building. Are you thick or something?

These folk in here are going to get really badly damaged unless I get what I

want. And what I...

Look, I'll tell you what. I want you to keep your eye open there.

Jono and I are going to go... That sounded like...

Hang on, I'll come with you.

Hey.

Christ, what's happening?

We must be alive.

What are you doing here? Piss off.

No, listen. I said piss off!

Right, leave her.

Go on, leave her. Leave her. Bloody hell, we thought she was the ambulance

Ambulance? Look at her.

That's a bit late for the ambulance. Oh, my God.

You'd better get your mum. Denise, get your mum.

The funniest thing that's happened.

Perhaps if the choir could.

So where is he? Where is Roberts?

Never mind about Roberts. What about the prisoner?

You just get it organised.

Well, that was good, wasn't it? I mean, you know, there's quite a crowd

gathering now.

Well, what helps that?

Oh, witnesses, John.

Witnesses for the photographs, you know.

I want that Roberts right here when I can see him, when he can't pull any fast

ones.

Go on.

What? Go to her.

Well, you said that... I know what I said.

I'm only saying it. Go to her.

Oh, Bolton, look, you were right.

Look, if she don't want me there, then I'm not going to go.

You know, I'll show that I'm better than that. John, this is your baby too, you

know.

You never know. This might be your only chance, lad. It might be.

I mean, I've never seen anyone born except him for you.

And I'll never forget it.

You know, it was like... It was like you were part of me.

I'll remember that day for as long as I live.

So, to hell with the cordon journal.

You go there and you get your foot under the door, right?

Go on, lad. Go on.

Oh, no.

He's certainly vanished.

Right, keep looking.

Come on, lads, keep looking. Keep looking for him.

Just let me in.

I've got to see this man.

Listen, Sharon, there's something I want to... Don't.

What? Don't do that.

Why not?

Because it ain't fair.

Look, I'm sorry if it's an awkward time to bring it up and that, but it's been

bothering us all day, ever since we went out, in fact.

Well, what has?

Well, you keep getting us worked up, right? It ain't right.

Look, I know what it's been leading up to lately, and, you know, normally I'd

say fine.

Well, you know, a shag's a shag, innit? Only things have changed now, right? And

I'd prefer it if you didn't...

You know, I mean, I know what you feel about me, Ken, right? And I understand,

but I just feel we've been through too much lately, you know? And I like you,

Ken, and I just don't think it'd be a very nice thing to do.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Well, what if folk noticed?

And then it'll all be like, oh, what's up and what's going off, do you know

I mean? And I'll be the one that'll have to put them right, and I'll feel like

an idiot.

Ellen, is this why you've been acting funny with me?

Why you were giving me all that jib last night?

Oh, what a daft idea.

Oh, it is, innit?

Bloody hell, Sharon, I don't give a toss what people think.

I do.

It ain't be you they'll be laughing at.

Yeah, but they'll not be laughing, will they?

I do want to go out with you, Sharon.

No, you don't.

Look, Sharon, I think I know my own mind. I do.

See, this is what I mean.

You know, you're getting us all fired up, getting us all excited. You know,

I know.

You know what?

You don't really want me, not deep down, not for long.

Jesus Christ, why not?

Because I'm ugly.

I mean, I know with a bit of make -up on and that, because I know what I'm

doing, but otherwise...

I love you.

I think you're the most beautiful woman in the world.

Come on, I can do it. You can do it. Come on.

Jesus Christ alive.

You can do it.

Denise.

Denise, please.

little baby boy.

It's a girl.

Right, you bastard, you ain't seen nothing yet.

Hey, hey, what's going on?

Hey, you come and arrest me up here.

That is far enough.

Too bloody right it is. So why don't we end it all sensibly?

Destroy the picture.

Are you listening?

I'm giving you a chance.

You try and take my games away from me, and I've got very powerful friends.

I've noticed.

Neff! Neff!

They've knocked down the yard!

I was there!

It was so long.

No.

No, it's too soon.

You...

You miserable little bastard.

I think

I'm getting through. I just need more time,

that's all. No, no way, that's it.

I'm bringing an end to this.

Right, send him in the back.

Go and check on Nev's bloody siege.

Marie.

What?

I didn't want you here if you were going to make me do things on our own.

I never will again.

You've just got to give us a chance.

Why should I?

I'm sick of giving you chances.

Marie, listen to me.

For all that I've done, I mean terrible things, I'm sorry.

Only, you've got to believe me, I didn't do them because I'm a bad man.

I did them because I want things to be perfect all the time.

So when they weren't with me and you and everything, I sort of unravelled.

It's only now I can see things are all black and white like I thought they

I mean... You have them bleak moments, don't you?

You know, when it all clouds over you and... ..and goes dark and...

and you've got to bloody have them. Otherwise, how are you going to know how

bloody brilliant and clear it is on a good day?

Oh, Marie.

I love you.

I've loved you since the first time I saw you.

And I'll love you to the day I die. Nothing will change that.

It's the one rock -solid thing in the whole wide world.

If you want me to go...

that ain't me being a coward like an army I'm.

That's me respecting your wishes.

Only don't make me.

Because I want to stay with you and her.

They've sod him, rushed it. Oh, my God, no.

Can we get through?

How long does it take to kick down an open door?

This is when we need that photograph.

Bernard.

If he's anywhere near the back, they'll have got him. Oh, God, no.

This is a protest.

Oh, no, I'm not going to go anywhere.

Get off me, you miserable dog.

I'm an innocent man.

Partly. Yes.

That's it, then.

What?

We're on our way.

Nev, what are you doing?

They're beating us, Ken.

Yeah, but surely... Ken, we are beaten.

No. Yes, we are, we are.

They've got Bernard, which means they've got the photograph, and now they've got

Georgie. We're beaten, it's done.

We did our best, but there it is.

Now, women, we are going out of here with our heads held high.

Supercrew. Hey, lads.

All

right,

lads.

Chest out!

Hang on, sir.

I

want to talk

to someone official.

Now, listen to me. I don't often give people a second chance.

Hey, why don't you do yourself a favour and keep your gob shut?

Leave it, Ken.

Remember who we are.

Like Nev says.

That's right. Now, piss off while I have a word with your leader. I'm warning

you. Ken, please.

John's right.

You're above that sort of thing.

But I'm not.

All right.

Sort appearances.

Let him go. Let him go.

Away from him. And search him. Away from all these people.

Search? Well, go on. Do it now.

They haven't bloody seen it. They never got Bernard.

What are you on about?

Will somebody tell me what is going on?

What's that?

It's a photocopy.

What's wrong with you? We're in trouble. This is the end. The games will go

south. The games?

Who gives a toss about the games?

No class. I always knew it. You're a bloody factory girl, aren't you?

Deep down, all you care about is money.

You think nothing of glory.

You've no dreams, no visions. Oh, please.

Spare me.

I know what I am, and I've slogged bloody hard to become it, too. I didn't

the factory, so I got out.

Hey, I'll tell you this, though.

I bet them girls don't feel half as cheap as I do working for you.

One of them lads will be able to explain that picture to you.

I'm going to go and wait in one of your cars.

Right. Don't listen to them, the liars. The photograph's been doctored anyway.

My lawyers... Oh, for Christ's sake, somebody cuff him, will you?

on, you bastard. Sweat.

Look at you, you rubbish.

I was going to achieve something worth celebrating.

Something you can't imagine.

Who the hell do you think you are anyway?

I'm this baby's godfather.

I'm Don Bloody Nev.

That's who I am.

I'm 65 years of age.

I weigh 15 stone.

I've got a gummy leg.

I'm going deaf.

I can't even walk upstairs without getting tunnel vision.

And if there is a forever of nothing waiting round the corner for me, at

least I can say I have been alive.

I have been in love.

have been loved.

And I will take one moment of perfection with me in eternity.

Which is a dumb sight more than you can ever do.

With your statues and your stadiums and your bricks and bloody mortar and your

concrete which lasts forever.

It doesn't breathe, does it?

It doesn't laugh, it doesn't cry.

It is as nothing compared with flesh and blood.

Sweet, fragile flesh and blood.

Not perfect.

Not without doubts. But alive.

By God, man, alive!

That's for this.

What's the matter with you? Don't you know anything?

This? is manna, manna from heaven.

Thank you.