All language subtitles for its a sin 4

- There is now a danger-
- Oh, my God, it's on.

Ritchie!
- that has become

a threat to us all.

It is a deadly disease and
there is no known cure.

- Is that the BBC?

- [TV Narrator] The virus can be passed

during sexual intercourse
with an infected person.

Anyone can get it, man or woman.

So far it's been confined to small groups

but it's spreading, so protect yourself

- My mother's watching this.

- [TV Narrator] And read
this leaflet when it arrives.

If you ignore AIDS, it
could be the death of you,

so don't die of ignorance.

- Alright.
- Alright.

- Yeah, alright, then.

- Oh I love him.

♪ If you're happy and you
know it, clap your hands ♪

(upbeat music)

♪ Sweet dreams are made of this ♪

♪ Who am I to disagree ♪

♪ I travel the world and the seven seas ♪

♪ Everybody's looking for something ♪

♪ Some of them want to use you ♪

♪ Some of them want to get used by you ♪

♪ Some of them want to abuse you ♪

♪ Gavest, Lord, is ended ♪

♪ The darkness falls ♪

♪ At thy behest ♪

- And we will always remember Peter

as a man of great enthusiasm,
his love of languages,

he loved traveling, he loved
good food and let's not forget,

he had a lifelong passion for cars.

He spent years restoring that old MG

and when it was done, he sold it.

He said, "I'm ready for the
next project," and that was him.

Always looking ahead and that's
a fine way to remember him,

as a wonderful son, a fine brother to Ruth

and a loving uncle to Steven and Grace.

Now if you'd like to take-

- And boyfriend to Nicholas.

(crowd murmurs)

- [Minister] I'm sorry but, ah,

if we could just continue, thank you.

- He was boyfriend to
Nick Jacobs for six years.

You can't leave him out
like he doesn't exist.

- I'm really very sorry, but
it's not the time or the place.

- Oh, yes, it is.

Nick isn't even here
because you banned him.

He loved your son, Mrs. Burrows.

All the way to the end.

- For God's sake.

- What's wrong with that?

- Shame on you. Shame on you!

Can't you leave us alone
for one day of our lives.

- We knew him.

- [Minister] Shut up and sit

or I'll have to ask you to leave.

- Who he really was.

- This is my mother.

(both arguing)

- Oh my God.

- You all know what it was.
- You are all dirty people!

- I love it!

- I just think it's their
son's funeral, for God's sake.

Of all the days to have a go at them.

- Don't be so pathetic, Ritchie.

- No, his mother's devastated, be fair.

- Do you know what she did,
his mother, his lovely mum?

- She chucked him out.

She chucked him out onto the
street, changed the locks,

put his stuff in bin
bags and threw it away.

- They took the dog, Ritchie.

They took the fucking dog.

- And there's just nothing we can do.

Nick's got no legal standing whatsoever.

He's not a widow, he's not an ex.

He's just nothing.

- [Jill] Look out.

- [Man] You bastard.

- Don't start a fight.

- Oh, I'm the one doing
everything wrong, am I?

- We're going. Come on.

See you, boys.

When's Curtis?

- 31st.

He's being buried in Camberley,
it's about a two hour drive,

so I'll do maps for everyone.

- And see you the 25th?

Don't miss it. We need numbers.

- I can't.

- Come on.

- You bastards!
- We need everyone.

- You know why I can't do
that in public, I just can't.

- Why? What do you do?
- You little fuckers.

- I'm an actor.

- That's impressive.

- You, you bastards.

You bastards.

- Thanks.

- [Paul] Karl, come on, no.

- No.
- You bastards.

- Whoa, whoa. Alright.

Stop it now.

- [Woman] Here they come.

The kettle's on.

- I thought you'd gone home.

You promised me.

- We delayed one more day.

- She's been cooking.

- Well, you've all been
through such a terrible time,

I wanted to do something.

I tried to make goulash.

It's turned into more of a curry.

- Bathroom's mine.

- How was it?

- Awful. Absolutely awful.

Thanks, Mum. Don't go home.

Stay for 16 weeks if you want.

- You shouldn't be going
to funerals at your age.

Hey, here's my girl.

- Oh, God, me too. Look out.

(woman laughing)

- If we had heterosexual
boys dying in these numbers,

the world would have stopped.

There'd be uproar.

There'd be riots.

- That's what we're doing on the 25th.

Direct action. Like they did
in America, on the streets.

- Oh, don't get yourself in trouble.

- Princess Di gave a handshake.

Can't you just do something like that?

- Do you know the worst thing
about it, the absolute worst,

it's that every single conversation

has to go on and on about AIDS.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- Don't be so rude.

- It's all we ever hear.

I came to London when I was 18.

I thought, "Great, I can be gay."

But then I just end up as this problem.

- That's my fault. That's me.

- I'm just saying, one night off.

- Well, we have got news.

I didn't wanna say, 'cause
you're only gonna worry

but...we think we can buy this place,

get a mortgage on the Pink
Palace, me and Ritchie.

- [Mum] Can you afford it?

- You see? I said you'd worry.

We asked Mr. Santini and he
said he'd sell for 42,000.

- 42,000 pounds?

For a flat?

- It's not bad for London, but
my show's gonna keep running.

We've got bookings up to summer '89

so that's a guaranteed income.

- And I'm earning enough just about.

It's not constant work, but
I make about 7,000 a year.

- Can you get a mortgage though?

Are you allowed one as a gay man?

- Are you homosexual?

- No.

- No. Have you ever had an HIV test?

- No.

- No. Have you ever shared
a bed with another man?

- No.

They never asked.

So that's all done and we'll get rent

off these annoying lodgers.

We'll draw up proper
contracts and all that stuff.

We'll be ruthless.

- Hm, my cruel landlord.

I like it.

♪ Au revoir ♪

- Here she is, Queen of the Nile.

- Mm, enjoy your feast.

I shall not return until the morn.

- Oh, don't forget the kitty.

We need to stock up tomorrow.

- Oh, my great delight, madame.

Please, avail yourself of my felicitudes.

Is that a word? It is now.

- Bloody hell, are you
sure you got enough?

Look, whatever you're doing, it's a job?

- I don't think you'd like it, Dad.

- Uh, hey, I work hard for this.

- You get hard for it.

- Ugh, peasant scum. Farewell.

(all laughing)

- So what does he do?

- Question is, who does he do.

(snickering)

(bright music)

- Could I have a vodka--

- [Man] So, I said, if boroughs
already have the capacity

to opt out, what's the problem?

- You cannot assume any wisdom

on the part of these people, Arthur.

- And that's the point.
- Let him finish.

- The point is with a system
as ramshackle as the ILEA,

no one knows what's what.

The word is an alliance.

I've been told an alliance
between Tebbit and Heseltine,

a pact made in hell.

- Good God above, there
is shaking in the heavens.

(men chuckling)

How on Earth do they
find any common ground?

- [Man] Dark magic is abroad.

That's all I can say, dark magic.

- So it's doomed.

The ILEA is doomed.

Every London borough now
becomes its own authority

and that means an influx of
cash waiting to be scooped up

so you stay on top, Tim,
and you could be quids in.

- [Tim] Oh, cheers.

- Chin-chin.

- Good health.

I think we've seen that
suit five or six times now.

Get something new, hm?

You're gonna need something
rather special for the 25th.

- I'm busy that day.

- Can I ask, don't be?

- Why? What's happening?

- I'm not allowed to say.

- Don't tell me then.

- No, I'm, I'm not allowed to say

as a matter of national security.

Just keep the day free, hm?

But more importantly, I thought
you could be Nanny tonight.

- Can't I be Mellors?

- I think Nanny's cross with me.

- Okay. Naughty boy.

- I'm serious about the 25th.

Parents can come.

We need as many people as we can get.

- Okay. Sleep well.

- [Mum] Love you.

- Bye.
- Bye.

- [Dad] Bye.

- Goodnight, Duchess.

- I'll tidy up.

(ominous tones)

- I just need to know if you're
HIV, and that's if, okay?

If. Is there anything

you can take to stop HIV becoming AIDS?

- [Man On Phone] Have
you been tested for HIV?

- No, but that's not the point.

What about AZT? Can I buy that?

- [Man On Phone] No I'm
sorry, it's not for sale.

And it's not a cure.

- But I'm trying everything.

They said eggs help the immune system.

They said flax seed, that's
supposed to be good for you

and lecithin granules in melted butter,

they say it fights HIV.

- [Man On Phone] You should be tested.

- And piss.

Everyone says drinking your
own piss makes you stronger.

Someone said there's this man,
he had HIV and he was cured.

He stopped AIDS by taking battery acid.

Is that true?

- [Man On Phone] Please don't try that.

Please don't try anything
dangerous, it's acid.

It could hurt you. It could kill you.

(hurling)

You need to get yourself tested.

Please listen to me.

Please get a test.

Are you there?

- The problem is on the
25th, the committee's hosting

an exhibition reaching out worldwide

and so we've got displays from France

and New Zealand and Portugal,

but one thing we're really
short of is colored faces.

- Well, here I am, Massa.

- Stop it.

We'd just, you know, have more balance

if you were there and there
is something of a bonus.

I'm told that the exhibition
will be visited by the Lady.

- No way.

- The timetable says that
Maggie's due to arrive

at 11:00 a.m. on the dot.

- And I've just gotta be black?

- You won't actually
be meeting her, Roscoe.

You're just there to be visible,

but this could do us both a bit of good.

I don't think Mrs. Thatcher's
particularly aware of me,

but given a slight nudge,
all those contacts in France

could pay off.

Visit to Paris would be nice.

Would you like that?

- Just the two of us?

- [Arthur] Yeah.

- No-one would know you over there.

- Good.

- We could walk down the street.

I'd like that. Yeah?

(speaking in foreign language)
- Mm hmm.

- And if you sign there.

And you sign there.

I think we're done.

That's it. Congratulations.

(both screaming)
(upbeat music)

♪ The only way is up, baby ♪

♪ For you and me now ♪

♪ The only way is ♪

- Careful, that's mine.

Oh, and watch your jeans on the wall.

Denim leaves a mark.

This is my property now.

- So they said it could
be six month's work

'cause this teacher's
having a hip replacement

and I'm thinking, "Great, proper job,"

and it's got 2,000 pupils
and it is rough as hell,

but that's okay.

Except I walk in, I report to the office

and I get shown around by Mr. Crane.

- And these are the pigeon holes.

The head likes a memo.

- "So check them every
day but not too often.

"We know what you're like, you lot."

- Fiddling with your holes.

(group exclaiming)

- He did not.

- But how do they know?

All I did was walk in, said hello,

best behavior but they just know, read us,

they can smell it.

- Walked on with...
(group laughing)

- And that's just the beginning

'cause then he takes me into the library.

And he said, "I thought
perfect job for you.

Make a start in here."

- Removing inappropriate material.

- Like what?

"Clause 28.

We have to remove any books or material

that might be promoting
a homosexual lifestyle."

- [Jill] Oh bloody hell.

- You see, they're burning books.

- [Jill] So what did you do?

- No choice.

I could get sacked for
saying one gay thing

out loud in school, so
I did as I was told.

- How's it going?

- Great, fine, good.

- And what did you find?

- Nothing.

"What do you mean, nothing?"

I mean, nothing.

I found nothing.

I checked Shakespeare, nothing.

You might get versions on the stage

that get a bit fruity with men in togas

but you need to ban the director

not the book 'cause in
the whole of Shakespeare,

there's not one man with a man,

not one woman with a woman.

Dickens. Nothing.

And he wrote about the rich and the poor

and dwarves and saints
and orphans and ghosts,

not one homosexual, not anywhere.

Jane Austen did not write about lesbians.

Sorry, Sal.

(group laughing)

I checked the history books.

So what if Julius Caesar and Aristotle

and Alexander The Great

had the odd little fling with a catamite,

not according to the
school books, they didn't.

I looked at Asterix and Tintin.

I looked at Disney and
sport and the Bible.

I looked at the Talmud and the Quran

and the Guinness Book of Records.

I looked at all the
vast halls of literature

and culture and science and art

and there is not the slightest danger

of any child ever being infected,

'cause there's not one
gay man or woman anywhere.

There is nothing. There is nothing.

That's what you're protecting them from.

Nothing.

(group applauds)
- Whoa.

- But what did you really say?

- There's a couple of Mary Renault's.

- That is just appalling.
- That's Margaret Thatcher.

That's her law. You voted for her.

- I'm just gonna say--

- Oh, here he goes.

- No, but if you're gonna write a book

about two gay fathers for five year olds,

I think that's wrong.

(group exclaiming)

- You are terrible.

- It's wrong, it's wrong, it's wrong.

- Aw.
- Get out.

(thoughtful music)

(sighs).

- You old Tory. (laughs)

- Hey, that's me.

(Ash sighs)

- Nice party.

- It was great.

- Haven't done this in a while.

(chuckles)

(sighs)

No?

I'm tired.

- Do you wanna try?

- I'm okay.

- Okay. Can I stay?

- I'm really knackered.

- Okay. I can wait.

- What does that mean?

You're not waiting for me, are you?

- Don't know. Might do.

Goodnight.

(alarm blaring)

- [Woman] Floor two.

(crashing)

- Alright. Surround the airlock.

All weapons primed, settings to maximum.

- [Woman] Floor one.

- They're breaking through, sir.

10 seconds and counting.

- Remember, if they get
through, we lose the crystal

and if we lose that, it's
the end of the world.

- [Woman] Floor zero.

(explosion booms)

(yelling)

- [Ritchie] Open fire.

- What's next?

Okay. We can cut there.

Thanks, everyone.

Nicely done but we're gonna go again.

Let's reset.

Ritchie, it'll take a little while,

so we're just gonna pick
up a close-up on you.

Is that okay?

- Yeah, sure, which bit?

- Uh, lose the crystal, lose the world,

just stay there and thank you.

- Okay, just stay on that spot.

We need to make you look gorgeous.

- [Richie] That's a lot of work.

- [Man] Thank you.

One sec and off.

- Ray?
- Yeah.

- We need to open up 15.
- Okay.

- Something wrong with your skin.

(ominous tones)

- [Woman] Martin Pascoe, please.

I've had a look and the
result seems to be definite.

I'm sorry to say

you've passed the threshold
into a diagnosis of AIDS.

Do you know what that means?

- Yes, I do.

- Okay, we've got quite a
few ways of approaching this

and we're getting new
information all the time.

I think we can start-

- That's alright.

I live in a house full of experts.

It's all we talk about, all day long.

- There's a program which can-

- I know, I know.

I know, okay, I really do know.

You're not telling me
anything I don't know already.

- Okay. Perhaps I can ask,
what is it that you know?

- It's a death sentence.

- I don't think you should be on your own

at a time like this.

Have you got anyone?

At home? Friends or family?

(sad music)

- Hello?

- What are you doing here?

- Bit early to get home from work.

Are you skiving?

- It's gonna be all about you now.

Ritchie's home.

Here we go. Great.

Oh. Well, good God.

Hello.

Oh. Don't be so ridiculous.

That is a surprise.

What are you doing home?

- Hello.

- What's wrong?

- Nothing.

- Something smells nice.

Come on. What's happened?

What's wrong?

- Nothing. I said.

There's a few people from
school going out this weekend,

so I said I'd come too and
I thought I'd cook the tea,

which is nice of me.

I saw those steaks and I
chopped them up. Is that okay?

- Well, there's a difference between steak

and casserole steak but never mind.

We'll have a very expensive stew.

(laughs)

It's nice to see you.

And there's nothing wrong?

- No.

Bloody hell. Jesus Christ, what's this?

Could have warned me.

What the hell are you doing home?

- Oh, Mum phoned you and told
you at work, so don't pretend.

- What is it then? What's wrong?

How much is it gonna cost me?

Oh, Gary Blades at work, his
daughter said she saw you

in that Sunshine play.

Said you were very good.

- Oh, that's nice.

- She also said you were on
stage for about 10 minutes.

Do people with bigger parts get paid more?

- Yeah.

- There you are. Get bigger parts.

And hurry up, I'm starving.

- [Ritchie] Ready.

- [Dad] Hold on a tic, let me finish this.

- [Mother] You can do this more often.

- Lucy, come on.

Your brother wants to poison you.

There's no escape.

- What, are you not eating?

- No, I'm going out.

- [Mum] I thought we were having a meal.

- [Ritchie] There's some of
us meeting up for a drink.

I've got to go. Sorry.

- No, sit down, have dinner
with your mum, for God's sake.

- No, I'm going down the
Farmer's Arms. I said so.

- No, you can stop, sit
down and have tea with us.

Your silly little friends can wait.

Stop racing off and give us 20 minutes

for your mother's sake, okay?

- Yeah, well, you can fuck off.

- What did you just say?

- Oh, that's very clever.

- Hey, come back here.

- What have you done now!
- Say that to my face.

I won't have that in this house!

(upbeat music)

- [Barwoman] What can I help you?

- Pint of Burt's, thank you.

- Hey, nice to see you, Ritchie.

- Martin. Still here then.

- [Martin] How's things?

- Oh, yeah, you know, not bad. And you?

- Good to see you.
- And you.

- Sorry, bit busy.

(dramatic music)

(upbeat music)

Did you hear about Donna Marie?

- [Ritchie] Oh, God, I did, yeah.

- Drugs.

- I know. You see, it's always
the quiet girls like that.

They sit there in school
doing their homework

and behaving and not
having a drink or anything

and looking at the rest
of us like we're maniacs

then they leave home and
they haven't got a clue.

One drink and bang,
they're off their heads.

It happens every time.

- I always thought she was nice.

- Oh, well, she is, she was.

I don't know, I haven't
seen her for years.

- You're an actor, they said.

- Yeah.
- What sort of thing?

- Oh, things.

I was on TV.

I did an episode of "One By One".

- Nah, don't know it.

Keep going though, you know.

Don't give up.

- [Woman] Night, Martin.

- Goodnight.

Nowhere to go?

- Are you driving home?

- Yeah.

We're still in that same
house, up by the bridge.

Can I have a lift?

- Yeah, suppose.

- That's great. Thank you.

Oh, but do you remember?

Every single party we'd end
up going down the beach,

all of us, every weekend.

We should do it now, for old time's sake,

let's get some beer and go to the beach.

- Look, I'm driving.

- Oh, don't be so boring.

You can have one, just one beer.

Come on, stop at that offy on
Brookdale that's open late.

I'll pay. Just this once.

I never come home. Go on, Martin, please.

- The thing I don't get is,
how do you become an actor.

Like, do you have to learn
plays, like, off by heart?

Do you have to learn Hamlet?

- Well, only if you're in Hamlet.

- So if someone playing
Hamlet dropped dead tomorrow,

could you then walk onto
the stage and be him?

- No, I haven't learned it already.

- Well, so how do you know what to learn?

- It's not like that.

You go to college to learn everything

'cause they teach you rhythm
and speech and sword-fighting.

We did fencing.

- Oh, that's good.

- They teach you that for stunts.

- Could you be a stuntman?

- I could. Yeah.

- That's a great job.

(Ritchie laughs)

And you learn movement, how to
carry yourself, you do dance.

- What, like ballet?

- We did a bit of ballet, yeah.

- What? You did ballet in the tights?

- No, uh.
- Are you a ballet dancer?

- We just did the basics
and anyway, I was good.

I can plie.

- Oh, Jesus.

- Anyway, you can talk,
you did that school play

in a pair of shorts.

- No, I was being a rugby
player, with no lines.

Only did that 'cause we got lessons off.

It wasn't ballet.

- You looked good. You looked amazing.

I kept thinking you looked sexy.

It's funny, I look back
and I really fancied you.

Is that okay?

- Yeah.

- 'Cause, you know, I live
in London now and I'm gay.

Is that alright?

- It's not really a surprise. (laughs)

- Oh, my God.

- I mean, look at you.

- Did you always know?

- [Martin] Dunno.

- Did you know in school?

- Well, I never gave it much thought.

I mean, it, it doesn't bother me.

Just don't give me AIDS, that's all.

(both laughing)

- Of course.

But I fancied you so much, Martin.

And I fancied Carl Bowman and Ratty

and that boy Simon
Reynolds in the year above,

but you were the best.

I used to watch you all the time.

I used to think about you night and day,

all those years in school,
going home every day

and running upstairs
and wanking about you.

- Okay, that's enough.
- Literally,

thousands of wanks.

- [Martin] Really, that's enough.

- Julie Renwick said she
once went home with you

in the lunchtime and you had sex with her

up against the fridge

and I thought about that a million times.

I still do. I still think about it now.

I still cum thinking about it.

- You fucking stop, alright?

I'll drive you home.

- I loved you.

I thought tonight, say
hello, get you drunk,

bring you down the beach.

And suck you off.

- I'm not gay.

- You could just lie
back and close your eyes.

I mean, don't you wanna cum?

Everybody wants to cum.

Who doesn't wanna cum?

If you could cum right now, wouldn't you?

- What the hell is wrong with you?

- Nothing.

- This is really off, you know that?

- Yeah.

- You, you didn't come all
the way back to the island

just for this, did you?

- No.

Well, do you know what, maybe I did.

Oh, God.

- Are you alright?

- Let's go home.

You can drop me off here, thanks.

Don't go up to the house.

You'll wake them up.

They're in bed by 10 every single night.

Bed by 10.

- That was weird.

- Sorry.

- You wanna be careful, Ritchie.

Saying all that stuff.

Anyone else would punch your face in.

- I'd punch them back.

- [Martin] And you would.

Anyway, go home.

- I'll see you around.

- Nah. Bet you won't.

You're gonna be gone.

Any day now you're gonna
be too posh for us lot

and you won't come home anymore.

You'll be off, be in Hollywood,

be James Bond or Top Gun or Zorro.

- (laughs) Do you think?

- Yeah, you'll be famous.

- Do you know, I would love that.

There's nothing I would love more.

But it's never gonna happen.

I'm never gonna do those things.

I could have done anything.

But I never will now, I never will.

- You might.

- I'll never be anything. Ever.

Oh, God.

Oh.

Sorry.

- What is it? What's wrong?

- No, it really was nice to see you.

- [Martin] Look after yourself.

- Yeah. Bye.

(thoughtful music)

(knocking at door)

- I'm just gonna say

it would mean the world to me if you came.

- Sorry, I've got a date.

- His Master's Voice?

You ever gonna tell us who he is?

- No sign of Ritchie boy.

- Vanished.

But he was never gonna come.

Never mind.

Colin would have loved that suit.

- Yeah.

- It's for him, all of this today.

- Yeah. Well, I lived
with Colin in this room.

I lived with him and I loved him

and I watched him get up and go to work

and phone his mum and behave.

All his life, all he ever did
was behave and what happened?

He died. So I'm getting out of here, Jill.

You can wave your flags all
you like, but I'm moving up.

- [Paul] Are you sure
about this, beanpole?

It's not gonna look good for
a teacher if we get arrested.

- I'll risk it.

Teaching kind of stinks these days anyway.

- You really think we'll get arrested?

- I hope so. That's the plan.

- Pretty little Ritchie
couldn't make it then.

- Be fair.

If he's seen as gay in public,
he might never work again.

- [Paul] All aboard, come on.

- [Jill] Uh, how many of us in total?

Uh, they're coming from
Reading and Salisbury.

We might make 50.

- That's not bad.

- There's 600,000 gay people in this city.

Where the fuck are they?

(playfully pensive music)

- Roscoe Babatunde.

Thanks.

You can go through.

- Roscoe.

- Excuse me, sir.
- He's with me.

- They put me on Jamaica
but my dad's from Nigeria.

It's the other side of the world.

- It's early. The Lady's early.

Oh, uh, I need that.

- What for?

- This tie's a bit of a giveaway.

The Lady doesn't really
go for Wykehamists.

She's a grammar school girl, you know?

- Isn't Denis public school?

- Well, non-comformist.

- Would she believe me, wearing this?

- We have African
princes, you know. (sighs)

No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Too soon. She arrives.

She has introductions.

Then the tea comes out.

Otherwise it looks as
if it's been stewing.

Wait there. You don't
stand around like a skivvy.

I swear, I have to do
absolutely everything myself.

- Oh, my God.

- Ugh, hum.

Get in, in, in.

Out, thank you very much,
don't stand there dawdling.

Go back to the hall.

I'll have give you a nod.

So there, how do I look?

- Good. Let me see. (sighs)

Perfect gentleman.

Oh, the last button of a waistcoat

should always be left undone.

My friend Colin taught me that.

- Mm.

- Oh, my God.

Have you got a hard-on?

- I am standing to attention.

- You dirty dog.

- Well, I can't help it.

She does make things rather exciting.

- That's for her?

- The Lady.

- You're hard for her?

- It's quite a thrill.

- She gives you a hard-on?

- Roscoe, you're young, you
don't understand the world yet.

- I understand that you're gay.

- Good God, I'm not gay.

- Then what are you with me?

Well, every so often one has
to shove one's face in the shit

just so you can lift your head up

and smell the sweet roses afterwards.

Hold on. Ah, oh.

(playful music)

They've waited long enough,
we don't want it get cold.

Go on.

- Oh, sorry.
- Excuse me.

- Alright. Well, you
should get into position.

Fast as you can.

- What happens here?

- Well, I wait here, I get the nod,

I escort the lady to discover
all the wonderful things

we've been doing with
telecommunications in Norway.

There, look.

- [Roscoe] It's exciting.

- Yes.

- Big day.

- Extraordinary.

- All down to you.

- Isn't it just?

- So, tell me, Mrs. Thatcher,
does she drink tea or coffee?

- Coffee, uh, with a dash of milk.

- Good, 'cause that's the one I pissed in.

I pissed in the coffee.

- No, you haven't.

- I pissed in Mrs. Thatcher's coffee.

- You're lying.

- Black man's piss.

- Hold, hold.

- Ciao, darling, you were fun.

(babbles)

(bright music)

- Fast as we can.

You lot are late. Hurry up.

- God, they will not stop yapping.

- We made it.

Here we are.

Make way. Ready to bang the drum.

- If the police register
me as a homosexual,

I shall be very proud.

- [Jill's Mum] Hello darling.

- [Man] Let's go.

- Never mind you, here's
the star attraction.

Come on, Eileen.

- I won't be happy 'til
Parliament's in flames.

Come here, my love.

- Aw, when did you get in?

- I'm staying with Lorraine.

Oh, you're here, the Sheikh of Araby.

- I brought sandwiches just in case.

- You made it.
- If you've finished chatting.

For God's sake, our greatest
danger now is a parking ticket.

Can we start?

- Yes, about fucking time.

Come on, you filthy motherfuckers.

Pardon my French, Mr. and Mrs. B.

Sorry, Eileen, but you've
heard it all before.

Mwah.

Well, don't just stare,
are we doing this or what?

- Where did you come from?

- [Roscoe] Oh, the pits of hell.

Now let's march.

(crowd cheers)

(tires squealing)
(horn honking)

- [Man] Oi.

- [Man] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Get out the road.

- What are you doing?

What the hell are you doing?
(air horn blaring)

Get out the way.

Oh, you're kidding me.

What are you doing?

What the hell are you doing?

- These bodies represent the dead.

Inside this building,

the Blazen Hensher pharmaceutical company

is profiting from HIV.
- What are they doing?

- They have drugs which they withhold

and they have drugs which
they double in price,

because they see AIDS
as a chance to profit.

We are dying and they profit

for every corpse on this street.

- Oi!
- There are thousands more.

- Get out the road.

Get out of the road, you fucking idiots.

- We did it.

- We really did.

- [Man] I've got fucking mumps.

- This is weird.

(horns honking)

- The street looks funny from this angle.

- [Man] I'll cover over
there and give you a slap.

- Can I have my job back?

- You walked out on me,
you miserable little git.

Fuck off.

- Please can I have my job back?

- No.

- Please can I have my job back?

- No.

- Please can I have my job back?

- Oh, I've missed you so much.

- [Man] Don't fucking beef with me, mate

or someone's gonna give you a slap.

(siren wails)
- We will not be moved.

Call the police.

We'd love it.

Do what you want.

We will not be moved.

This is a peaceful protest.

If you wanna arrest anyone,
arrest the people in there.

They are guilty.

- Don't touch 'em, mate.
You don't wanna touch 'em.

- [Officer] Get up.

- Leave those people alone.

- Oi.

- Leave them alone. You
should be listening to 'em.

- Filth, you dirty filth.

- Shame on you, shame on you.

- Run 'em over. Run 'em over.

Go on.

- Act dead.
- Leave them alone.

- Don't resist. Just go limp
'cause the heavier you are,

the harder it is for them.

- Leave them.
- No, Roscoe, don't.

- Take 'em away, the bastards.

Lock 'em up, lock 'em all up.
- Fairies and dykes, go on,

get rid of all of 'em, go on.

- Leave 'em alone.
- Bender.

- Leave them alone.
- You bender.

- [Jill] Oi, I said leave them alone!

- [Woman] Stupid queers.

Hit 'em!

- I'll run you over, dolly.

You won't be laughing now.

- Leave them alone.

- [Man In Car] We're
gonna miss you, you queer.

(tense music)

- No, no, no.
- Come on miss, up you get.

Come on.

- Leave me alone.
- Get up.

- [Man] Take it easy.

- No, get off her. You can't do that.

(baton thuds)

- That's my daughter. Get off.

Jill!
- Leave her alone!

(thudding)
(Jill screams)

Get off her.

Oi, leave her alone.

(dramatic music)

Go on. Go on, mate!

- [Officer] Get fucking off me.

Get off, get off.

- [Woman] Come on. Get it.

- Oh, my God, what did they do to you?

- It's alright. I'm okay, I'm okay.

- Ritchie, I can't believe you came.

- Just keep back.
- I can't believe it though.

- Yeah, but don't, don't, don't.

- No, come here.

- No, you can't touch
me 'cause I'm bleeding.

(ominous tones)

- Do you mean?

(doors thudding)

- It's funny 'cause I wanted
to see you all to tell you.

I thought, "How am I gonna
get them all into one place?"

And here you are.

All my mates.

Who are you?

- Leanne.

- Hi, Leanne.

- Hi.

- I wanted to tell you, and Leanne.

I've been wanting to tell you
for a really, really long time

and I know I fucked things up

'cause I didn't know how to say it,

but it's actually really, really simple,

because I've got some news for you.

I've got news for you all.

I wanted you to be the first to know.

I'm gonna live.

♪ Oo, baby, do you know
what that's worth ♪

♪ Oo, heaven is a place on Earth ♪

♪ They say in heaven love comes first ♪

♪ We'll make heaven a place on Earth ♪

♪ Oo, heaven is a place on Earth ♪

(upbeat music)

♪ When the night falls down ♪