All language subtitles for Boon s02e13 A Once Fluid Man

Thank you.

You look like an overweight football.

Thank you.

Gladiator, I'll be caught on. Come on.

Do your good, mate.

Get him out of the room.

Take your mind off things.

You've been really depressed lately.

I'll be even more depressed to walking
around with a load of old biddies.

I never know, we might meet Jane Fonda.

Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen.

Right, before we start, any new ladies
or anyone who has any, um... Margaret.

Well, well, well.

If it isn't the Slater masochist.

I don't bloody believe it.

You're under arrest, mate.

Right, I'll just go and put some music
on.

Twist into it.

Good. Twist.

Twist.

Twist. Bats and bugs.

Knee to chest.

Good.

Go on, Karen. Get your feet up.

Is it a bird?

Is it a flame?

No, it is a ten -boom.

I wish I had suggested that. I'll be
back in a minute. You're a disgrace to

name of fitness.

I haven't been in positions like that
for years.

Oh, you do surprise me.

Did you enjoy the class?

Yeah, yes, it was painful.

First time usually is.

Yes, well, I'll wait in the car.

Here's your bag.

Yeah, fine.

How are you?

Fine.

I didn't know you did all that stuff.

Oh, yeah.

I enjoy leaping around in my days off.

How's Jo?

She's fine.

Growing up fast.

It's really nice to see you again.

You didn't enjoy that very much, did
you?

No.

You don't seem to enjoy anything any
more.

No.

Well, what's the matter with you? You've
been miserable for weeks.

I don't know. I'm... I'm confused.

Confused?

I'm bored.

Bored?

You'll feel as though I'm in a void.

Void? I knew I couldn't talk to you
about this, Ken.

All you do is repeat everything I say.
It's like talking to a flaming budgie.

Look, I'm no psychologist. I'm just
trying to understand, mate. I'm trying

help.

Yeah.

I mean, nothing means anything anymore.
I mean, I don't know what I want.

Well, why don't you get yourself a
girlfriend, eh?

Someone to share it with.

Something else.

Something else?

I had a phone call from a solicitor.

He knows of this consortium.

It's a sort of consortium of hotels
across the country.

And they're interested in buying this
place.

And he sort of asked me if I was sort of
interested in selling.

And what did you sort of say?

I said yes.

They're coming to look at it tomorrow.

I see.

Well, no, I'm in touch in the water.
They'll probably never come to anything.

It's only days yet. I mean, they haven't
even mentioned the price.

Why didn't you talk to me about this,
Harry?

Talk to you?

Well, I do have a vested interest.

I mean, I'm an interested party.

Oh, you mean that five grand you lent
me? I don't just mean the five grand.

If it's the five grand you lent me,
you'll be getting that back. Not the

grand. I've got a business to run as
well, remember?

Hey, I happen to be doing rather well.
If you sell the hotel, that's going to

affect me, isn't it? Oh, my God, no.
Self, self, self, self, self. That's all

you bloody think about these days, Gen.
What?

Here am I going through a period of
painful and traumatic depression and all

can think about is your bloody delivery
service.

There are more things in life, you know,
Ken, than motorbikes and parcels. Yeah,

like loyalty, trust, friendship.

Oh, my God, they're only coming to look
at it. I mean, it's not the end of the

world, is it? That's not the point. You
didn't consult me. Then why should I

consult you? It's my bloody hotel.

Some fest make you turn out to be... Ah,
sod off. I will.

I'll give my love to Steve Graham.

What are you being up to?

I told you not to go hill ploughing in
your bobber boots, didn't I?

Aerobics.

Aerobics?

Well, that's right. Laugh.

Well, you're supposed to be fit after
you do aerobics, aren't you?

Yeah, well, I'm an exception to the
rule.

What you need is a long hop back.

It's the best thing for seized -up
muscle.

A bad one.

Balls. Right.

Mrs Balls, all filament.

From rheumatism, arthritis and wobbly
legs.

My mum swears by it.

Yeah, I'll be all right. I'm going out
for a while.

Look, I might as well tell you this.

There's some people coming over to the
hotel this morning. They're thinking of

buying it. It may not come to anything,
but... Well, I thought I'd tell you in

case anyone offers you other work.

Harry might sell up.

I think I'd better try that horse
liniment.

Attractive divorcee, early 30s, would
like to meet quiet, lonely...

Possibly confused and depressed, middle
-aged, unattached gentleman in view to

friendship and a shoulder to cry on.

Phone Ruth.

021 -554... Ah, there he is.

Ah, Mr Pucklebridge.

Good morning, Harry.

Now, this is Jason Pollard of Pollard
Estates.

Oh, nice to meet you. Not very modern,
is it?

Pardon?

It has a certain old -world charm, I
suppose.

But all our hotels are modern.

Clean, plastic, see -through.

All mod cons and very expensive.

We'd have to build a solarium and a
jacuzzi, of course.

Possibly an indoor swimming pool and
tennis court. It's funny you should say

that, because I was thinking of having
all that done myself.

Well, let's look at the outside, shall
we?

What's that?

Oh, that is dispatch office.

I thought I'd let a friend of mine run a
business there. I see.

Well, I think I've seen as much as I
have to.

Thank you for showing me around, Mr
Crawford. Oh, my pleasure.

We'll be in touch.

I definitely think he's interested he
called you by your name.

I'll ring you in a couple of days. Wait
a minute.

Shouldn't there be an estate agent or
somebody? I mean, shouldn't an estate

agent negotiate all this?

A company like that doesn't deal with
estate agents.

Jason Pollard's a solicitor in his own
right. He'd deal directly with other

solicitors like me.

Now, my advice to you, Harry, is to
fail.

If they make an offer, take it.

It's bound to be a good one. That
company is loaded.

I'll ring you as soon as I hear it.

Harry? Terry.

Yeah, it's me.

Terry Brent, I don't bloody believe it.
How you doing, Harry?

Well, I'll be Terry bloody Brent. I
haven't seen you for... Three years.

Yeah.

What are you up to?

I'm booked in.

Well, you're not booked in here, Terry.

I mean, there's no Terry Brent in the
register.

Ah, I used the pseudonym. I wanted to
surprise you.

I'm booked in as Arnold Postanga.

Arnold Pastanga. Yeah, I've got to get
out the phone book. Arnold bloody

Pastanga.

Yes?

Yes, yes, you're definitely booked in.
Yes, Harry, I know I am. Well, I'll be

Terry bloody Brent.

How are you doing, mate?

It's great to see you. It's great to see
you and all, Harry.

How did you know where to find me?

Oh, I went down to the fire station and
asked some of the lads.

They told me where you were.

Ken's here and all right. Yeah, he'll be
chuffed.

Hey, do you want me to give him a ring,
tell him you're here?

No, no, don't ring him.

Oh, Rocky, you might wound me about the
smell.

Margaret.

Ken.

Oh, Margaret.

Ken?

Hello, Ken.

How are you?

What's that terrible smell?

Well, yes, yes, I am quite lonely at
present, as it happens.

And yes, I am very depressed at the
moment, actually.

Tonight?

Yes, yes.

But where?

I mean, any particular... Yes, yes, I
know, I know.

What will you be wearing?

Sounds very nice.

What's my name?

Bestanga.

Arnold Bestanga.

I haven't seen you since you left the
fire service.

Oh, I didn't leave, Ken.

I was booted out, remember?

Yeah, I remember.

Come on, sit down.

Then my marriage broke up.

You didn't hear about that?

No. Yeah, she left me.

Walked out. Went off with another bloke.

Couldn't handle me being out of work.

Said it made her feel claustrophobic.

So she left.

Haven't seen her since.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Best thing that ever happened to me.

Woke me up.

Made me realise I was going nowhere.

So I decided to change direction.

Sold the house. Started again.

Doing what?

You're not going to believe this, Kim,
but I found this group.

They're amazing.

I've become their manager, invested
everything I had.

And you know what, Ken? They're starting
to happen.

They're starting to take off.

Fantastic. They've got a single out.
It's in the charts. And they're just

to make an album.

They've got a massive record advance.

I get 25 % of everything.

I thought you looked a bit affluent.

I've got a brand new motor outside.

I'm really pleased for you.

Yeah, that's why I'm in Birmingham, you
know, setting up a few gigs, a bit of

telly.

How long are you going to be here?

Well, about a week.

The trouble is I'm rushed off my feet.
There aren't enough hours in the day.

Well, I'd better go. I've got a lot on.

Busy, busy, busy.

Hey, we've all done all right, eh?

All of us in the fire service together.

Now we've all left, yet we've all done
all right.

Yeah. Come on over later. We'll have a
drink.

Yeah. Well, maybe if I'm not too late.
I've got a meeting with CBS at six.

See you, Ken.

It's hard, Terry.

Hey, Terry, what's the name of your
group?

Violent Restaurant.

Ken!

Ken!

Have you got a minute?

Guess what?

Something amazing's happened.

You're still speaking to me, then, eh?

Oh, yeah, yeah, listen. How did your
meeting go?

Meeting? Would that consult you?

Oh, don't. It's all right.

No, no, it wasn't really.

I don't think it will come to anything.
Listen.

You see, Terry?

Yeah. Mason, him showing up, isn't it?
Yeah, yeah, listen.

That's him managing a pop crew. I've got
something to tell you.

I'm sorry about yesterday.

Yeah, me too.

I shouldn't have shouted.

No, no, no, no, you were quite right.

I thought about it afterwards and I
realised I was being a prune.

I know if I ever wanted to sell you,
you'd never stand in my way.

Me? I mean, we're friends, right?

Yeah. Now, look, something amazing's
happened.

Look, I've got a date. A date?

Yeah, attractive divorcee named Ruth.

I'm seeing her tonight.

I think you're all right, Ken.

That's just what I needed.

I feel all young and invigorated.

She's on the game.

What? She's on the game.

She's not on the game.

Why would she put an ad in like that?

Look, she can't be. I mean, look what it
says.

Purely platonic and no freaks.

What are you applying for?

She's a pro.

You're just jealous.

In case it comes to something.

You just can't bear the thought of it,
can you?

Ruth.

Margaret. Harry.

Ruth.

Arnold Postenga.

Oh, my God.

I can't believe it's you.

Are you going to arrest me?

No, Harry, I'm not going to arrest you.

What I don't understand is why somebody
like you should advertise in the paper

for a man.

I mean, a woman's as attractive as you.

I get lonely too, you know.

I don't know what to say.

Why don't you start by telling me why
you answered the advert?

Well, it was the wording, like.

You know, the way it was worded.

Quiet.

Lonely, possibly confused, depressed.

And apart from the quiet pit, that
description fits me to a T.

I see.

How long have you been feeling like
this?

I don't know. It's just crept up on me.

I woke up one morning and I thought, oh,
my God, I'm 50.

Yeah?

Well, everything's so... so boring.

I look around and everything's boring.

The hotel, me life.

Everything I do is boring.

I've never been anywhere, I've never
done anything.

I mean, let's face it, I'm a boring
person.

The suit's boring, the shoes and socks
are boring, even this tie's boring.

And do you know what I've got on under
my shirt?

Do you know what I've got on under my
shirt?

A vest.

A thermal vest.

Now, isn't that boring?

Well, you have to keep warm, Larry.

It's boring!

you were a little depressed.

I just want to shake loose. I just want
to let it all hang out.

I just want to feel as though I've
lived.

Well, thanks for listening, Margaret.

Oh, that's all right. I enjoyed it.

Did you?

Did you really?

Yeah, it was nice.

Sorry.

I seem to be able to talk to you more
easily than I can to Ken at the moment.

Sometimes best friends can be our worst
critics.

Yes.

I never thought of it like that before.

Look, you can call me any time you like.

If you've got a problem or just need to
talk.

Can I?

Yes, of course.

Um, just one thing, Harry.

Don't tell Ken it was me. I don't want
him getting the wrong end of the stick.

No, of course not.

Good night, Harry.

You're a sweet man.

Hello, Texas Rangers. Can I help you?

Bruton Street.

Yeah.

Yeah.

All right, we'll have a man with you in
ten minutes then.

OK, thanks a lot. You heard of a group
called Violent Restaurant?

Yeah, I've heard of them. They're
playing a couple of gigs there at the

this week.

Any good?

Well, they're not exactly my kind of
thing, you know, but not bad.

Successful?

Well, they've got a number in the
charts, huh?

Why?

Well, I know their manager. He's an old
mate of mine from the fire service.

Terry Brent.

Stayed in the hotel.

Oh? Harry?

They've made an offer.

A quarter of a million.

A quarter of a million?

Well, I could try to up them, but... I
think it's a pretty fair offer.

Well above market value.

Yes, yes, it's quite good. There's just
one condition.

A friend of yours, one of the
motorbikes, he is not included in the

price.

I see.

No,

no, just a gentleman's agreement.

Um, well, I'll have to think about it.

Take your time.

You've got 48 hours.

48 hours?

Now, think about it, Harry.

You may not get another chance like
this.

You would retire, live on the sun, with
a beautiful blonde with big lips.

Ken about?

Er, he's just gone to talk to Harry.

He won't be long, though.

Oh, I can't stop now. I've got an urgent
business meeting. Tell him I'll catch

him later on.

The one that manages the pop group.

Terry.

Terry Brent.

Debbie Yeats.

So, this is where it all happens, eh?

Phone goes and I answer it.

Pass the messages on to the lads.

It's nothing special, you know.

And what are you going to do when Harry
sells?

Can't talk.

I don't know.

I haven't really had a chance to think
about it.

Go back home, I suppose.

How about dinner?

Me? Dinner tonight.

I've got a proposition to put to you.

Put it to me now?

No, tonight.

Over dinner.

No, thanks.

Why not?

Because... I don't know you.

So, have dinner with me.

Good place to get to know someone.

Over dinner.

Now you're all right.

What's your proposition?

How would you like to come and work for
me?

You? Doing what?

I'm about to start my own label,
Brentwell Records.

Have you got a logo?

What's a logo?

You mean you look in the Lonely Hearts
column of a newspaper and you see an ad

pleading for a miserable, depressed,
creaky old codger with problems that it

turns out to be Margaret Daly?

I don't believe it.

Well, you don't mind, do you?

Mind? Oh, why should I mind? I only
dream about her every night and think

her all day.

I even think about her when I'm putting
on that bloody horse, Lenerman.

I'm sorry, mate. I didn't know. I
thought you were just casting on life.

Yeah, so did I.

I'm sorry.

Forget it.

Oh, there's just one thing, Ken.

I might be seeing her again.

She said I could ring.

You must be joking.

Come to see your lover boy in there,
have you?

No, I've come to see you.

Me? Why me?

I'm not depressed.

Got most of me hair.

I knew he'd tell you.

Yeah, but he's supposed to be my mate.

I can explain.

Don't bother.

Ken? I don't want to know. Whatever's
going on between you and Harry has

to do with me.

Look, will you listen?

I put that advert in the paper because
I'm writing a thesis on the male

menopause for my psychology degree.

No wonder we never got it together.

Not enough hours in the day, are there,
for you? You're always doing something.

Did you tell Harry?

No. You didn't tell him?

Look, you can't be straight with Harry
about something like that.

He'd just clam up, deny it.

That's the way I get to be a fly on the
wall.

Well, it doesn't matter any more, does
it?

We don't exactly see each other,
remember?

We could meet for a drink sometime,
couldn't we?

I suppose so.

Right. I'll meet you here tomorrow
night, seven o 'clock.

Sure you can fit me in?

Oh, sorry.

Rocky,

otherwise known as Roger 4, receiving
you loud and clear.

Is there a theology in?

No, do you not?

You're about to take a parcel there
right now.

Yeah, man, what do you want?

Um, a parcel for, uh, Mr. Glove. Yeah,
that's right.

Mars bars.

Me and the boy, it's mad about Mars
bars.

So, um, you're with that band, are you?
Um, Violent Restaurant?

That's right, man. I'm the lead singer.

What do you want, then?

Eh? Me ultra girl.

Ah, right. Well, if you could, um, just,
um... Ultra?

So, um, how do I become a roadie, then?
A roadie?

Oh, see, I might be losing me job,
Charles. I might be losing me job, and,

thought I'd like to become a roadie.

I could be mistaken.

But you look male to me.

Oh, yeah, I am male. Yeah, well, sorry,
mate, but no way.

All my roadies are female.

Female? No.

Male.

How well do you know your own mate?

Terry. Oh, we used to be in the bar
service together. Yeah, quite well. Why?

He seems a bit creepy to me.

What do you mean?

Well, he chatted me up today, but he
invited me out to dinner.

Yeah, that doesn't make him a creep,
does it?

There's something about him.

Like, he's not quite right.

I can't explain it.

Well, it doesn't look like he belongs in
the music business, does it?

Oh, come on, love, it takes all sorts.

I just don't know what to do.

Well, what do you want to do?

Well, I think I want to sell.

Because it could mean the beginning of a
whole new life for me, Margaret.

Retire, go and live somewhere exotic.

Live with a beautiful blonde with big
lips.

Is that what you want?

Is that really what you want?

Yeah.

So what's stopping you? Well, it's Ken.
It's Ken's business.

Just starting to do well. If I sell,
he's out. He'd have to find new premises

and that could take time.

Is there any contract between you? No,
no, it's just an agreement.

He lent me five grand to save me having
to get a bridging loan, and in return, I

let him run his business from that and
live rent -free.

Well, it seems to me you're about even.
Are you?

I just don't know how to tell him.

Be straight with him, Harry.

Be direct.

That's what friends are for.

Don't beat about the bush.

Be up front with him.

He'll appreciate that.

Yes.

Yes, you're right.

Well, just be straight with him.

Ken? I'm selling the hotel.

You bastard!

Right, now, listen. The reason I've got
you all here is because Harry is selling

the hotel.

Now, it doesn't necessarily mean the end
of Texas Rangers, but it means I've got

to borrow money to try and find a new
place.

And I don't know how long that's going
to take.

So, um... I'm going to have to lay off a
few riders.

Only temporarily.

I'm sorry about it, but it's one of
those things.

You've all been great.

Thank you.

Oh, well.

At the end of that, then?

Well, I think I'll go back to being a
stuntman.

So there's no chance he'll change his
mind, then?

Afraid not, Rocky.

Would you like me to talk to him?

No, no.

No, it's his decision, his choice.

Get it out of his system.

Oh, by the way, you know that mate of
yours?

Who, Terry?

Yeah, well, I was talking to that band
of his yesterday, Violent Restaurant.

Yeah? I've never heard of him.

Can't stop now. Late for a meeting.

Busy, busy, busy.

I don't need to remind you.

We live in times of plenty, but still
our

brothers fall.

Wake up to their crying.

Alive but without anger, we watch their
teardrops

fall. Well, would you say...

Yeah, I'm eating somewhere for dinner.
Going to a restaurant, doing some

business. Best place to do business,
Ken, is over dinner.

Terry, there is no business, is there?

What? Nor any pop group.

Of course there is.

They've got a single out there in the
charts.

Yeah, but you don't manage them, do you?

Why is all this?

Rocky, he talked to them yesterday.
They've never heard of you.

What name did he say?

Now, your name?

Terry Brent.

Well, they don't know me as Terry Brent.
I use the pseudonym.

I call myself Brent Saunders.

How was the zoo, Terry?

Eh?

The zoo, mate. I saw you there.

Yeah.

You're right.

There is no group.

For the past three years, I've been in
and out of the house on the hill.

House on the hill?

I had a breakdown when she left.

I just couldn't take any more.

I'd had a few before, but... this one
was a real crackeroo.

It was like going through a door into a
long, dark tunnel.

You can't find your way out again.

Lost my job.

She left.

I just couldn't take any more.

They carted me off.

They sold the house.

She took most of the money, left me with
a couple of grand.

So when I came out, I decided to have a
blowout.

Bought some new clothes, new jewellery.

Some new suitcases.

What about that car?

Rented. It's got to be back tomorrow.

And the pop group?

I just heard them on the radio on the
way up here.

Saw a poster saying they were playing in
Birmingham.

Look, what I don't understand is, I
mean, why the front?

I just want it to be someone else.

Don't you ever want to be someone else,
kid?

No.

No, I can't say I do.

You haven't lived.

Oh, it's all right.

I'll be gone in the morning.

Got to.

No more money.

What are you going to do?

Where are you going to go?

See you, Ken.

Ah, I've got something for you to sign,
Harry. Nothing binding.

Just a gentleman's agreement to get the
ball rolling.

Penny for him.

Eh?

Your thoughts?

Oh, you know, usual stuff.

What are we doing? Why are we here?

Don't tell me you're going through the
menopause as well.

You were right about him, Terry.

It's all the front, you know.
Everything.

A whole lot's a daydream.

I knew it, didn't I?

He's just got out of an asylum.

He's joking.

He reckons he's cured.

He's not cured.

No sane person ever behaves like that.

Where's Harry? His friend ran down.

Terry. Mr. Brent wanted him to have a
drink.

Come in, Ken.

Terry?

What are you doing sitting in the dark?

Sit down.

What's going on?

Goodbye drink.

Goodbye.

Hello, Glynis. Here's Ken around.

I'm meeting him for a drink.

He's gone up to his friend's room.

Shall I ring him, say he's here?

No, it's all right. I'll wait.

Let's talk about the camaraderie in the
fire service, shall we?

The amazing camaraderie in a fire
service.

When I lost my job, not one bastard came
near.

Not one bastard bothered to come round
and see how I was doing.

Not one!

Oh, come on, Terry.

I mean, people get caught up in other
things.

Yeah.

Yeah, you're right.

They do.

My wife.

She got caught up in other things.

That's why I lost my job.

You were sacked for bad timekeeping,
Terry.

What? You was always taking days off.

Weeks sometimes.

That's why you were sacked.

Well, I had to follow her, didn't I?

I had to find out what the cow was up
to. And where were you when the bitch

putting me through it, eh?

Where were you when she left me?

Where were you when I had my breakdown?

When they sold my house?

When they slam me into a ward full of
nutters.

Mr Crawford, please. He's not here at
the moment.

He shouldn't be long, though.

Where is he?

I've got something for him to sign.

Why, he's up in his friend's room.

Well, ring him, girl.

That's funny. There's no one.

Are you sure they went up there?

I'm certain.

You are right, Terry.

Absolutely right.

We should have cared for you, come and
see you.

We've just been very selfish.

People are like that, though, aren't
they? They just don't think.

Look, it doesn't mean we're not mates
anymore.

We're still your friends.

We don't want anything bad to happen to
you.

Oh, I get it.

You think I'm joking, right?

You think this gun isn't loaded?

What was that?

Did you hear something?

You can't do this, Terry.

The police will come. They'll take you
away again.

That's right, Terry.

You can't do it. Of course I can.

I can do anything.

I'm a certified schizophrenic.

Of course they give you pills for it.
Electric shocks.

Just gives you more energy.

More insight.

You know what insight is, don't you,
Ken?

It's knowing who your mates are.

Ken? Ken, are you in there? Margaret,
he's got a gun!

Get everyone here as quickly as
possible.

What about this? Harry has got to find
this. What's going on? Police.

There's a gunman holding Ken and Harry
upstairs.

Oh, yeah.

The cavalry.

Cowboys and Indians.

Tie him up.

Do we have a name?

Terry Brent.

Terry.

Terry. We know you're in there.

We know you have a gun.

And we know you have two male hostages.

Now, don't do anything silly. There's a
good boy.

Just throw out your gun and give
yourself up.

No harm will come to you if you give
yourself up.

ain't big enough for the both of us.

Sergeant, get some marksman.

What are we going to do, sir? Nothing.

We're going to do nothing.

Good old Harry, eh?

He leaves the fire service to open a bar
in Spain with his wife, who runs off

with a Spanish hairdresser.

Now, two years later, he's worth a
quarter of a million.

My wife leaves me.

And all I get is a nervous breakdown and
three years in the funny farm.

I mean, what have you got that I
haven't, Harry?

I don't know, Terry.

It's just one of those things.

Come on, Terry, everybody has bad times.

No -one's life runs smoothly.

You just have to learn to take the
knocks.

Are you saying I can't take the knocks?

The marksman are here.

He's going to be busy, busy, busy.

Look, let me talk to him, sir. I might
be able to get through.

DC Daily, much as I admire your
enthusiasm, kindly keep out of things

nothing about, such as smackheads and
men in dirty raincoats.

Are the locks all the same?

Yes.

They're strong.

Not easy to smash in.

Could take a few goes, by which time
he's killed everyone in the room.

Dr Phillips, Inspector.

I'm glad you could make it, Doctor.

Let's have a chat in reception.

Yeah?

Oh, well, Doc.

How's it going?

No, we're just sitting here.

No, no, you can't come up here, Doc.

It's forbidden.

A forbidden planet.

See that film?

Robbie the Robot.

No.

No negotiations.

He's left his window open, put the light
back on. It's the perfect opportunity

now to go up the fire escape. For the
last time, D .C. Daly, will you be

Sir, he's either got to be talked down
or forcibly removed.

And with every respect, sir, you don't
seem to be doing anything.

I escaped once.

Got over the wall.

I was in my pyjamas.

No shoes.

It was raining.

My feet were cut by ribbons.

I didn't care.

It's amazing how you don't feel pain
when freedom's in sight.

I got to this garden.

It's a big, overgrown garden.

Don't know where.

It was a shed.

An old wooden shed.

Someone had written, in memory of a once
fluid man,

crammed and distorted by the classical
mess.

I went in.

On all the back,

hanging from the ceiling.

Nothing else.

me next morning.

Rungley Hospital carted me back.

But the words never left me.

In memory of a once fluid man.

This isn't going to happen, is it,
Terry?

Nothing's going to come of this.

Just like everything else.

The car, the group, all front.

Nothing you do is real.

Nothing you do.

Duty daily. Duty daily.

Ken?

Margaret. Ken's been shot.

I think he's dead.

Get the ambulance boys up here quickly.

Harry,

you going to be all right?

Yeah, it's all right, Debra. We're all
all right.

Harry, sign this. You've got to sign
this.