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It was a lovely day.

We'd been the garden centre,

had lunch there,
bought some nuts for the birds.

It was all very, very British.

You love your kids so much
you think you'd know.

No matter where they were
in the world,

three thousand miles away even,

you'd know, you'd know
if they were in danger.

[ Telephone rings ]

[ Birds chirping,
ringing continues ]

[ Truck creaking ]

[ Groans ]

Alright. Here.

[ Birds chirping ]

Nice cup of tea.

- Ooh, I love this.
- Yeah.

[ Telephone rings ]

Hello.

Oh, hi, June.

Yeah, Reg's mum's here.

We've been out for lunch.

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Now?
Thanks.

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Six dead and eight injured,
three of them critically.

Even at the height of the war
in Iraq, British forces

did not suffer such heavy
casualties in a single day.

[ Telephone rings ]

- What is it?
- Hello?

No, no, I've got--
we've got it on now.

Mr Reginald Keys?

One was wounded and two
vehicles were destroyed...

I'm Major Potter and this
is Captain Fletcher.

We're from Army Notification.

...details. In the other,

a patrol of paras
came under fire

when a quick reaction force was
sent in to mount

a helicopter rescue.

They too faced enemy fire.

We'll be getting reactions here
in a minute, but first,

Clive Myrie is in Baghdad.

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[ Television reporter
speaking indistinctly ]

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[ Indistinct shouting,
gunshots ]

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[ Sobs ]

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[ Knock on door ]

Come in.

At ease.

I've got some bad news,
Sapper Keys.

Sir.

About your brother.

Sir.

He's been shot dead.

I'm sorry.

What do I do now, sir?

[ Water running ]

[ Dishes clinking ]

[ Vehicle approaches ]

It's Richard.

Richard's here, Violet.

You on your own?

They've all been, son.

Been and gone.

- Well, come in.
- No thanks.

- We're just getting off.
- Oh, no, you're not.

You're not going all the way
back there without a cup of tea.

Come in.

You're sure?

Yeah, go in.

Is Tom coming too?

My mum died six months ago,
still thinking Tom was alive.

Sally later said how much
she envied her that.

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[ Glass clinks ]

Thank you.

Secretary of State,
ladies and gentlemen,

we are going to do this
in order of length of service.

Your name will be called
and you will go in

and sit with your loved one
for as long as you wish.

First please: the family of
Sergeant Simon Hamilton-Jewell.

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The family of
Corporal Paul Long.

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The family of
Lance Corporal Thomas Keys.

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There's another couple
in after us.

- I know.
- Best not stay too long then.

They stay for ages;
we walk out in five minutes

- how's that gonna look?
- I don't care how it looks.

I need a wee.

Well, why didn't you go in
there?

Because I didn't want them
to say my name and not be there.

Really proud of you, son.

Reg.

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There were 31 bullet wounds
to my son's body.

I know because I counted them
all myself.

[ Door closes ]

Tell me it's all been
a big mistake.

Come in.

You sure?

Did he suffer?

One shot.

It would've been instantaneous.

They're here.

I'm Major Bryn Parry-Jones,
Mr Keys.

- Thanks for seeing us.
- No problem.

This is Lance Corporal
Joanne Richardson.

- How do you do?
- And Corporal John Fraser.

Right.

I told my wife he didn't suffer.

Just one shot to the head.

Of course.

Please come in.

This is my wife Sally.

This is Major Bryn Parry-Jones.

- Hello.
- And...

I'm sorry, I've forgotten already.

Corporal John Fraser.

Oh, hi.

Jo Richardson.

Jo?

Yes.

The Jo?

He mentioned me?

All the time.

The Jo, then, yes.

I was very proud of them.

It was a tremendous honour
to have been

their commanding officer.

Good men, really good men,
but even among men like that,

Tom was an exceptional soldier,
Mr Keys,

and a lot of the time funny
as well, funny and mischievous.

- You could say that, Corporal?
- Yes, sir.

Which was great for morale.

Why was he told
to stay out there?

It was the end of their stint,
wasn't it?

Tom knew the ropes and we
desperately needed

the likes of him to remain
out there, for the handover

in order to help the new batch
of lads coming out from the UK.

- You didn't stay then?
- No.

But the C.O. who took over
from me, Captain Phillips,

he was more than up to the job.
Excellent soldier.

He was four days
off his 21st birthday.

Right, I'll make some more tea
I think.

Another coffee for you?

Thank you, Mrs Keys.

Jo, would you give me
a hand in the kitchen?

Of course.

Do you know
why they were attacked?

Well, we're still trying to get
to the bottom of that.

All we know for sure
is a heavily armed mob

assembled in the town...

Tea always tastes better
out of a pot, doesn't it?

I mean, there's probably
no real difference really.

A tea bag would probably
taste the same.

Were you lovers?

Yes.

And when did you last
make love?

The, um...

...the night before he died.

[ Sobbing ]

[ Crying ]

[ Cabinet opens ]

[ Bottle cap loosening ]

[ Choir singing mournful song ]

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Five years ago we gave the Army
a rather shy,

introverted,
young 16-year-old boy.

Sadly what we see
before us today...

...is not how we expected
the Army to return him to us.

Not the homecoming
we had planned for Tom.

[ Gun salute ]

[ Gun salute ]

[ Guns cock ]

[ Gun salute ]

[ Indistinct conversations,
silverware clinks ]

Thank you.

How are you?

Okay.

I need to tell you something,
Mr Keys.

It might come as
a bit of a surprise.

Yes?

A few weeks before they were
killed, the lads were descaled.

- Descaled?
- It's army jargon for removing

equipment:
grenades, flares and so on.

It's just so the new lads coming
in have everything they need.

That's no surprise.

Seems reasonable in fact.

Thanks.

Grenades and flares?

Yes.

Anything else?

Some ammo.

Some?

They only had 50 rounds each.

50?

Yes.

In Majar al-Kabir?

Yes.

- You knew this at the time?
- Yes.

But you still came home
and left them there?

Yes.

Why are you telling me this
now?

The papers have got hold of it.

They're running the story.

So you're telling me this now
because you've got to

tell me this now.

No. I'm telling you this now

because it's easier to hear it
from me

than to read it in the tabloids.

We're thinking of you
and the other families,

Mr Keys, that's all.

Uh-huh.

What else was taken off them?

Morphine.

Anything else?

Satellite phone.

Well, that's what the papers
are saying

but they were never
given a satellite phone.

They had a Clansman radio.

But a Clansman is bolted
to the vehicle.

Yes.

Away from the vehicle,
what did they have?

Away from the vehicle,
what did they have?

Nothing.

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There were dozens of
bullet wounds to his body.

I heard them talking.
You said one.

One shot to the head.

It's what you wanted to hear.

I want to hear the truth, Reg.

They only had 50 rounds each.

And no radio.

[ Sobs ]

I don't want you going back
to the army, Richard.

Look, if I leave the army,
Mum, what have I got?

There's nothing here.

Besides, Tom got killed.
They'll look after me.

They don't want two
from the same family.

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The Prime Minister hasn't
smiled like this

for a long time,
but it's the troubles at home

that have been the very
making of him over here.

America adores his unwavering
loyalty and this is his reward.

Mr Speaker, the Prime Minister
of the United Kingdom

of Great Britain
and Northern Ireland.

[ Cheers and applause ]

Only very few foreigners
and two other Britons

have been given the honour
of addressing

a joint session of Congress.

The first was Winston Churchill
who did it three times,

twice during
the Second World War.

The last was Margaret Thatcher
at the height of the Cold War.

I'm deeply touched by that
warm and generous welcome.

It's more than I deserve

and more than I'm used
to quite frankly.

[ Laughter ]

And...

[ Cheers and applause ]

You, like me, know who
the real heroes are.

Those brave service men
and women, yours and ours,

who fought the war
and risk their lives still,

and our tribute to them
should be measured in this way.

By showing them
and their families

that they did not strive
or die in vain

but that through their
sacrifice, future generations

can live in greater peace,
prosperity and hope.

Let me also express
my gratitude to President Bush.

Through the troubled times
since September the 11th that

changed our world, we have been
allies and friends.

Thank you, Mr President.

You're killing yourself.

[ Applause ]

Good.

Turn it off.

If it hurts so much,
just... turn it off.

Or do you need the pain?

It gives you a good excuse
to do that?

...on being told that the
first Congressional Gold Medal

was awarded to
George Washington

for what Congress called
his "wise and spirited conduct"

in getting rid of the British
out of Boston.

[ Laughter ]

You'd leave me all alone,
would you?

[ Cheers and applause ]

Leave me to go through all this
on my own?

How selfish is that?

What about Tom?

If he was alive, you think
he'd want to see you like this?

On our way down here,
Senator Frist was kind enough

to show me
the fireplace where, in 1814,

the British had burnt
the Congress Library.

I know this is kind of late,
but sorry.

[ Laughter ]

[ Cheers and applause ]

I saw that teacher today.

What teacher?

[ Applause continues ]

The one who said that Tom
was too good for the army.

...that though we love
freedom, others don't...

I wanted to say, "I agreed
with you, Mr Talbot.

I didn't want him
anywhere near the army.

But his dad was all for it."

...the Western values,
that Afghan women...

Well, you said nothing
at the time.

What was the point?

He was always gonna do what his
dad wanted him to do, wasn't he?

You said you were proud of him.

He's lying there in his coffin

and you're telling him
you're proud of him.

Proud of what?

You're proud of them
when they do something,

when they achieve something.

What's he done?

What's he achieved?

He's got himself shot to bits
in some shit-hole

in the middle of the desert
and all for nothing.

All for nothing.

You know, my middle son was
studying 18th century history

and the American War
of Independence,

and he said to me
the other day,

"You know, Lord North, Dad,

he was the British Prime
Minister who lost us America.

So just think, however many
mistakes you'll make,

you'll never make
one that bad."

[ Laughter ]

And we should pray too

for those who have to keep on
at the task of rebuilding

when the dramas
of conflict have faded,

for our leaders,
here and in the United States,

we have made ourselves
accountable for peace

and justice in Iraq,

leaders and people alike

will be called
to account for it.

I'd like to speak to
the Prime Minister please.

Sorry?

I said I'd like to speak
to the Prime Minister, please.

Mr Keys, isn't it?

Yes.

Um, you've already spoken to
him, haven't you?

Yeah, for about five seconds.

And he was led away or he
allowed himself to be led away.

I'd like to speak to him
properly, please.

Well, I'm really sorry,
but I don't think

that's going to be possible.
He's extremely busy.

I can wait.

What is it you'd like
to speak to him about?

Well, my son was killed in Iraq.

There's a clue.

Right, well I'm very sorry
about that, Mr Keys.

And if you'd like to give me
a message

and I could pass it on
to the Prime Minister,

I'm sure he'll get
back in touch.

Okay.

A 500-strong mob,
armed to the teeth,

baying for blood,
came after my son,

and he had 50 bullets
and no radio.

Now, I can accept that.

Just about.

But if I find out this war
didn't have to be fought

and he died for nothing,
I will never accept that.

I will never let that lie.

Mr Keys, these weapons of
mass destruction will be found,

I assure you of that.

[ Feeder creaks ]

[ Television theme music plays ]

Good evening.

The main argument
for invading Iraq,

that Saddam Hussein had
weapons of mass destruction,

has been laid to rest
by the leading

U.S. arms inspector.

Charles Duelfer, head of
the Iraq survey group,

published his long-awaited
report this evening.

He said that Saddam did not have

any chemical
or biological stockpile

when the war began last year.

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Mr Keys?

Still waiting to talk to Tony.

Still very busy, I'm afraid.

We have a petition.

I'll see that he gets it.

We are all people
who've lost sons in Iraq.

We'd like to give him
it ourselves.

It's just not going to be
possible, I'm afraid.

People who give a few grand
to the Party,

they get to talk to him.

We've given a lot more
than that.

We've given our sons.

I will tell the Prime Minister
that you came.

And I will see that he gets
your petition and, well,

I'll thank you all very much
for coming.

[ Camera shutters clicking ]

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...delegates if they wish
to prioritise Iraq

over the health service,
over education,

over employment matters,
over revolutions,

that's their right.

You know, hunting and Iraq
are fringe issues

as far as
this conference is concerned.

- The main--
- Well, yeah,

it's their right to choose...

Can't fail, see?

This stops it, see?

Why are you doing it?

Tony Bloody Blair.

- ...a major debate.
- But there is.

There is a debate on Thursday
on foreign...

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Have you seen this,
Sapper Keys?

Sir!

It's a life hanging
in the balance, sir.

As hundreds of thousands
of other lives

hang in the balance, sir.

While the Prime Minister
won't even talk about it, sir.

Is he mad?

Fuming, sir.

So you're not suicidal
at all then?

No, no, no.

I just miss my son.

Yeah.

I just miss him.

I miss him so much.

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I'd join you, lads,
but me throat's a bit sore.

[ Laughter and applause ]

Reg?
I'm Felicity Arbuthnot.

We're just up here.

Brilliant, by the way.

Reg Keys, everyone.

Please, Reg.

What can I do for you?

We'd like you to take
on Tony Blair

at the next general election.

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But the fact that their
economic and health

and education plans

are exactly the ones
they rejected in 1997.

I think when they do that,
that yes,

I'll be very happy that people
compared the choice

between their record and ours,

between our future programme
and theirs.

[ Cheers and applause ]

Well, he talks about
his record.

Let's look at his record.

I'll tell him about his record.

Taxes up!

Crime up!

Immigration up!

Waiting times up!

MRSA up!

Truancy up!

And let's have a look
at what's gone down.

Take-home pay down!

Pensions down!

Hi, it's Reg.

Are you watching
Prime Minister's Questions?

Talk about
"Don't mention the war."

The answer's yes.
I'll do it.

I'm gonna take him on.

- Take who on?
- Blair.

I'm gonna stand for Parliament.

In his constituency.

Where's that?

Sedgefield.

- Where's Sedgefield?
- It's North East.

- Is that where he's from?
- No, no no.

Oh.

Why?

- Because he lied.
- Oh, Reg.

Because he took us to war
on a lie.

You've got nothing to prove.

What does that mean?

Everybody knows how much
you loved him.

- No, it's not that.
- Then what is it?

It's not Tom.

I think I could find it in me,
somewhere deep within me,

to forgive that bastard
for what he did to Tom.

But I'll never forgive him
for what he did to you.

It might make things
a bit awkward for you.

- How?
- You're in the army.

I can't be the first soldier
to have a dad

standing for parliament.

They're not going to see it
like that.

They'll see it as your dad's
making problems

for the Prime Minister
of Britain.

So?
He's made enough for us.

Could you beat him?

Why not?

Eh, that's better
than bumping him off.

Yeah.

- To Tom.
- To Tom.

Tony Blair was more than happy

to go 2,000 miles
across the Atlantic

to talk to his American friends
but not prepared to walk as far

as his own doorstep
to talk to us,

the people whose sons
had died in that war.

He's more than happy to talk
about democracy

for the people in Iraq

but not prepared
to listen to us,

his own people, standing there, shivering,

grieving on his own doorstep.

Reg?

Yes?

Whisky?

Not that it's any
of your business

but I've been
campaigning all day

and I felt I deserved it.

You haven't been campaigning.

I beg your pardon.

Spouting outside Tesco's
with three people

and a dog listening,
that's not campaigning,

and you didn't "feel like you
deserved that whisky" either.

You felt like you needed it.

Nice talking to you.

We spoke on the phone.

I'm Bob Clay.

Oh.
How d'you do, Bob?

How d'you do, Reg?

So, do you still want my help?

- Yes.
- Then can I be frank?

Well, what have you been
so far?

If we're going to do this,
we do it properly.

I'm not here to cause
a bit of mischief.

I'm here to win.

And you win by talking to
as many voters as possible.

That means knocking on doors
morning, noon and night.

That means you'll hardly see
your missus

between now
and election night

and that means halfway
through this campaign,

you'll hate my guts

but by the end of it
you'll be shaking my hand.

So, are you up for that?

Can Reg be frank now, Bob?

Yeah.

You hate Tony Blair.
That's why you're here, yes?

- Oh, yeah.
- Well, I loved my son.

And my love of my son
will keep me going

a lot longer than your hatred of
Tony Bloody Blair.

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Have you any skeletons
in the closet, Reg?

None.

'Cause they'll find them
if you have.

None whatsoever.

Right, so you do this one,
I'll do next door

and then we'll just leapfrog
each other up the street.

It'll all seem a little strange
at first

but after you've done
three or four,

you'll be like
falling off a log.

I'm shitting myself.

Ey, these are working-class
people.

They'll love you for it.

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[ Doorbell rings ]

[ Doorbell rings ]

Hello, sir.

I'm Reg Keys.

My son Tom was one of six

military policemen
killed in Iraq.

- Reg Keys?
- Yes.

May I shake your hand,
Mr Keys?

And, yes, you can count
on me vote.

Thank you.

Tony Blair sent them there
on a falsehood,

so I wonder if
we can count on your vote?

- Er, yeah.
- Thank you.

Okay, no problem.

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Hello. I'm Martin Bell,
former BBC war correspondent,

and I'm campaigning
on behalf of Reg Keys

whose son Tom died in Iraq.

Oh, hello, I'm sorry
to bother you.

I'm Frederick Forsyth,
the novelist.

I'm helping Reg Keys in his
campaign against Tony Blair,

the man who took us
to war on a lie

and I was hoping
we could count on your vote.

No.

But may I ask why not?

- You don't want to know why.
- I do.

You don't.

This is a howl of pain,
Mr Keys.

All this...
It's just a howl of pain.

Please tell me
why you won't vote for me.

- Reg!
- I gave my son two rules,

Mr Keys-- "One, you don't buy
a motor bike;

two, you don't join
the British Army.

Both of them
could get you killed."

You should have done the same.

My son didn't die because
he joined the army.

Reg!
My son died because the army

sent him into a hell hole
with 50 bullets and no radio.

That's what the army does,
Mr Keys.

It lets its soldiers down,
and not to expect to be let down

is a bit naive,
and who wants a naive MP?

Is it naive to expect
the Prime Minister

to tell the truth when he sends
his soldiers in to war?

- He's a politician!
- I don't accept what you say...

- He's a politician.
- ...about the army and its men.

- I certainly don't accept...
- You're wanted, Reg.

The Prime Minister can lie when
he sends his soldiers to war.

I'm sorry we don't see eye to
eye on this matter.

If you'll excuse us, we've got
a lot of people--

- I'm talking, Bob!
- By all means.

Some of them want to speak
to Reg personally.

- I'm talking, Bob!
- For God's sake.

You do not argue with them!

"I'm very sorry we don't see
eye to eye

on this matter, sir" and walk.

You know what you've
just achieved?

He's absolutely fucking
determined to vote against you.

It's a waste of time,
it's a waste of energy

and it's absolutely
fucking counterproductive.

Now go and join Martin.

Reg, this is Trevor Johnson.

How d'you do?

How d'you do, Mr Johnson?

How are you?

Fine.

You okay?

I'm fine.

Are you drinking?

Tea.
Are you eating?

Yeah.

- What?
- I said yes.

No. What are you eating?

- A sandwich.
- Well, that's not enough.

It's fine.

It's not. You need
some proper food.

It's only for tonight.

You're coping then?

More than coping.

You're sure?

Positive.

Enjoying the peace
and quiet actually.

I'll be home at weekend.

We'll go the garden centre.

Have lunch there.

Yeah.

- Bye, love.
- Bye, love.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Nine o'clock in the morning
till seven-thirty at night.

Seven thirty because Bob said
you don't knock on a door

once "Coronation Street"
has started.

Or "EastEnders."

We always vote
for Mr Blair here.

Always vote for Mr Blair?

Yes.
We always vote for Tony.

Right.

Then it's back to the hotel
for a phone call with Sally.

Then meet Bob again
for a debrief.

Day after day.
Week after week.

Reg and I are visiting all
the betting shops in Sedgefield

and we're telling everyone
in there to back

Reg Keys and vote for him.

When you back a horse,
what can you do

to affect the running
of that horse, mm?

Absolutely nothing.

You are totally at the mercy
of the horse and jockey.

But back Reg Keys,
ladies and gentlemen,

and there is something
you can do:

you can vote for the bugger.

Currently he is 200 to 1.

In an hour, he'll be 100 to 1.

In two hours, he'll be 50 to 1.

In three hours,
he'll be 20 to 1.

In four hours, he'll be down
to tens

and by the end of the day you'll
be lucky to get even money.

So, ladies and gentleman,
back Reg Keys now!

I was in Downing Street
handing a petition.

I couldn't help noticing
how well equipped

their policemen
were there.

They had pistols,
automatic machine guns,

radios, ear pieces.

Tony Blair gets more protection
in the middle of London

than our boys
get in a war zone.

Hello again, Mr Keys.

We've got to stop meeting
like this.

The Prime Minister's not in,
I'm afraid.

Why all this?

Would you like me
to give him a message?

Yes.

He's invited to
a televised debate.

Me, him, anyone else he fancies.

That's not going to happen,
I'm afraid.

Why not?

It's just not going to happen.

I will have my say.

I'll look forward to that,
Mr Keys.

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[ Camera shutters clicking ]

Modern trains I'm talking about.

Not the old ones,
the modern ones.

I go in for a piss, right?

Not a shit, just a piss.

But you've still got
to flush it, haven't you,

but the flush
is behind the seat, isn't it,

so you put the seat down and now
you've touched a lavatory seat

so you've got to wash
your hands, right?

Who is it?

Mind your own fucking business
who it is!

You press the soap, you get
a load of soap on your hands,

you move them along
to the water, never any water.

Nine times out of ten,
there's no water.

Why are we killing
Iraqi civilians?

They didn't vote
for Saddam Hussein.

They're not responsible
in any way

for whatever
that monster did.

But I?

I voted for Blair.

I'm responsible.

Okay, it's a tiny,
tiny slither of responsibility

but nevertheless,
it's responsibility.

So bomb me.

Let some terrorist bomb
go off in Sedgefield

and there will be
more justification

for that than
for anything we do in Iraq.

I am responsible.

And I cannot sleep at night
because of it.

And that's why I'll vote
for you, Mr Keys.

Two sons and one daughter.

She's on minimum wage,
zero hours contract.

The two boys,
well, they're on the dole.

You on the other hand,
you had two boys bringing

40 to 50 grand
into your house.

40 to 50 grand every year

so long as they killed
whoever they were told to kill.

And you come knocking on my
door, all man of principle.

Do me a fucking favour.

They wanted your son dead,
Mr Keys.

George Bush 'cause he wanted
to say to his fellow Americans,

"See, it's not just our boys
dying, it's the British too,"

and Tony Blair 'cause he wanted
to show his love of America

and the more British dead,
the greater his love.

The most powerful army
in the world up

against a bunch of half-starved
rag-heads and he needed us?

Did he shite, Mr Keys?

You're feeling a little bit
pissed off

about invading Iraq.

How must the Iraqis feel, eh?

How must they feel when they see
British soldiers

marching up
the streets every day?

They had every right
to kill your son,

Mr Keys, as much right

as the French had
to kill the Germans.

They weren't insurgents,
you know?

They weren't a mob.
They were the Iraqi resistance.

You're a mug, Mr Keys.

Reg?

That was the Tory.

- He wants to meet.
- Why?

I think he might withdraw,
and if the Tory withdraws,

the Lib Dem does.

We could win it, Reg.

Ah. Al Lockwood, Reg Keys.

Reg.

- Tea?
- Thanks.

I'm impressed.

As I'm meant to be of course.

Of course.

How do you think you're doing?

We're just behind Blair
with unstoppable momentum.

- Of course you are.
- How d'you have it?

White, no sugar.

We've got you in third place,
neck and neck with the Lib Dems.

[ Laughs ]

Would you like a little bet
on that?

We'd like to help.

Thanks.

If you withdraw,
endorse my campaign,

I'll flag up the six military
policemen every chance I get.

You want me to step down?

- Yes.
- I was expecting you to do that.

Can't.

We can't deny conservative
voters the chance

to vote conservative.

Even though it could help
Blair win?

- Yes.
- We can bring down

a serving Prime Minister, Al.

That's history.

And you'll be part of it.

And Reg will thank you
loud and clear.

- Yes, Reg?
- Loud and clear.

Every Tory constituency
in the country will want you.

It's goodbye, Sedgefield.

Hello, Surrey South West.

I'm no career politician, Bob.

I was in Iraq
and that's why I'm here.

Representing a party that voted
for it.

I can't possibly withdraw, Reg.

You can.

[ Sighs ]
See yourself out.

"Fine," she says.

Only Sally could fill "fine"
with such foreboding.

F-I-N-E.

Fucked-up, insecure,
neurotic, emotional.

And that's not tea
she's drinking, it's booze,

and even if it is tea,
I'm gonna think it's booze

and she knows
I'm gonna think it's booze,

so why's she drinking at all?

And I know what they're saying,
they're wrong.

"Poor Reg Keys, lost his son,

can't face that,
can't accept that,

so he's thrown himself
into this mad campaign,

he's not a hope in hell,

but you know, still,
it keeps him busy,

keeps his mind
off the death of his son

and that's no bad thing,
still, you've got to feel

for his wife, haven't you?

Having to go through that all
on her own back in Bala."

Shall I come round?

No. No, I'm fine.

[ Chuckles ]
Yeah, fine.

[ Vehicle approaches ]

[ Smoke alarm blaring ]

Mum?

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Ow!

♪

Mum?!

[ Alarm continues ]

♪

Mum!

[ Alarm continues ]

Mu--

♪

♪

I need an ambulance.

Trouble is I'll go up and down.

It depends on the subject.

For instance, get me on
Tony Blair,

I'll burst your eardrum,
but get me on to Tom...

[ Mobile rings ]

- [ Smoke alarm continues ]
- Bob Clay.

Richard Keys here, Bob.

Dad's not answering.

He's getting miked up
for an interview.

I've found Mum unconscious.

Is she alright?
What happened?

I don't know.
She's breathing.

She's got a pulse.
But she's flat out.

You've called an ambulance?

Yeah, they're with her now.

You'll have to let Dad know.

- What's that noise?
- Smoke alarm.

Just let Dad know.

- I will, yeah.
- Thanks.

Keep me posted.

Yeah.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Reg?

Um...

Why should they have you
as their MP

and not the Prime Minister,

the most powerful man
in Britain?

He may be the most powerful
but he's also the busiest.

They never get to see him.

When was the last time
he was up in Sedgefield?

When was the last time
anybody in Sedgefield

set eyes on Tony Blair?

If they want an MP that'll
protect their interests--

their interests,
not George Bush's--

they've got to vote for me.

Good.

[ Smoke alarm continues ]

[ Smoke alarm continues ]

To be perfectly honest,
we did consider that, yes--

defeating Tony Blair
and then resigning immediately.

But that would force
another election.

Also if they vote for me,
they are not just voting against

Tony Blair; they are voting
for Reg Keys.

So, if elected,
you'll serve a full term?

Yes.

Reg Keys, thank you
very much indeed.

- Thank you.
- Great. Thank you very much.

- Cheers.
- Reg

Your car's outside.

Why?

Sally's been taken ill.

How ill?

Well, we don't know but Richard
found her unconscious.

[ Mobile beeps ]

I've got five missed calls
here!

When did he call you?

When did he call you?

Hour and a half ago.

That interview was crucial, Reg.

You'll thank me for it one day.

It's finished, Bob.

Finished.

♪

...message after the tone.
[ Beep ]

I've left the M6, hour
and a half away, I think.

Phone me.
I'd sooner know.

Good news or bad news,
I'd sooner know.

♪

...message after the tone.
[ Beep ]

Now, I realise if you're in
there with her,

you won't be able
to use your phone,

so call me back when you can.

♪

♪

♪

[ Door opens ]

Why didn't you leave right
away?

I'm sorry.

- How is she?
- Same.

Still out.

- What's up?
- She left a pan on.

I grabbed it and...

Right.

What have they said?

That she's dehydrated.

They reckon
it could've been that.

So she didn't...

What? No.
No, of course not, no.

Right.

[ Sheep bleating ]

- Hello.
- This is my wife Sally.

- Hello.
- This is my son Richard.

Bob Clay.

Would you like a cup of tea,
Mr Clay?

Yes, please.

He played God with our lives.

He didn't pass on your message
for an hour and a half.

That's why I did that interview.

I am really, really sorry.

Thank you.

You've got three options, Reg.

The first one,
the one we prefer,

you come back to the campaign.

Recent events never happened.

Business as usual.

Option two, you pack it all in,
yes, but you don't tell anyone.

You let me, Freddie, Martin,
Brian, all of us,

you let us campaign
on your behalf.

We'll say you've taken time off
for Sally's illness

and that you'll be back on board
just as soon as you can.

But meanwhile we carry on.

And what's the third?

The third is
that you pack it in

and you tell everyone
you've packed it in but--

but on no account do that,
Reg, please

because otherwise it just
renders everything futile.

All the effort we've put in,
all the time, all of it futile.

Oh, the irony.

I'm after Blair because
he's a heartless bastard.

The only way to get him
is to act like

heartless bastards ourselves.

- I'm no heartless bastard.
- No?

No.
I'm here to help, Reg.

And how can I do that?

I can't bring Tom back.

I can't nail the guys
who killed him.

The only thing I can do is help
you give Blair a bloody nose,

an a bigger and bloodier nose
than he ever expected.

Last thing you want to do
is bring Tom back.

I'm Reg Keys, father of
Tom Keys, murdered in Iraq.

And without that,
what good am I to you?

I predicted this.

I said halfway through
the campaign you'd hate my guts

but by the end of it
you'd shake my hand.

Well, you were half right.

Sally?

Yes?

What do you think?

Please.

Well, you want me to say
I don't need him here?

And I do.

I don't want him here.

I don't want to drag him off
Tony Bloody Blair.

His mum used to forget
that Tom was dead.

I wake up and within a second,
bang, Tom is dead.

But she could forget
for hours, days even.

And I got so jealous of her.

I used to think,
"Why can't I be like that?"

And... it's how I'm drinking.

I'm swallowing pills.

And If I'm not drinking
or swallowing pills,

then I'm hoovering,
polishing, scrubbing.

And I forget
precisely nothing.

But his mum-- everything.

For hours, days, everything.

And vicious bitch that I am,

I start reminding her
that he's dead.

"He's dead, you stupid woman.

He's dead."

Ohh.

Which means more drink,
more pills.

[ Chuckles ]

More hoovering,
polishing, scrubbing.

And that is enough, Reg.

Please don't add to it.

Please don't make me the woman
that dragged you off

Tony Bloody Blair.

Just go back to Sedgefield, really.

♪

Richard?

I want you to go back too, Dad.

It's an adventure.

And I know Tom's been killed
and that,

but that doesn't stop
it being an adventure.

I mean, you're taking
on the Prime Minister.

And you could win.

You could go down in history.

You'd be mad to stop now, Dad.

And who stands to profit
if you stand down?

Tony Bloody Blair.

♪

[ Truck door closes,
engine starts ]

♪

♪

Right, come on then.

♪

Tom loved it here.

[ Seagulls crying ]

♪

♪

♪

For the six.

Rest in peace, lads.

♪

♪

What do you think?

[ Amplified ] Vote Reg Keys.

Tony Blair is a war criminal.

He's got away with it
because the process of removal

has not taken place.

So I am asking the people
of Sedgefield to do it today.

Vote Reg Keys.

Remove Blair,
the war criminal.

I came north this morning
to pay tribute

to the sons of Sedgefield
commemorated behind me,

who went out to fight two
great wars to protect this land.

They were told that
they were going out

because this country was under
threat, and that was no lie.

Imperial Germany in 1914
was a threat

and the monstrosity
of Nazism in 1940

was an even greater threat.

They were not lied to.

They were not betrayed.

Now I want you to cast
your minds

to 85 other soldiers.

They are not listed on
this monument behind me now.

Their names are not carved
in wood or in stone.

They are written only in
the hearts of the families

they left behind
when they marched off

so proudly to do what
they thought was their duty

in defending their country.

Now, I believe there is
a difference

between those 85 men

and the ones on this memorial
behind me and it is this--

Those 85 men
who went to Iraq were lied to.

They were lied to so that
Tony Blair

could have a standing ovation
in Washington

and his place in history.

Well, Mr Blair, you may
have your place in history.

But it will not be quite
the one you thought.

[ Applause ]

Excitement of election night
is about to begin.

Two, one.

♪

Our star reporters are out
in the country at the key count.

We've got our cameras at
all the places that matter--

at Sunderland South where
they're just having

a final rehearsal
of getting the boxes in.

They plan to be the first
to declare.

At Portsmouth, Guildhall, where
the postal ballots

are being taken up the steps.

♪

And at Enfield, in London,
a Tory target.

♪

'Scuse me. 'Scuse me.

That's a vote for Reg Keys.

The Reg Keys pile is there.

You put it on
the Tony Bloody Blair pile.

'Scuse me!

And that's the third time
you've done that which I think

is a bit much if you don't
mind me saying so.

What is it, Bob?

That's the third time
he's put a vote

for Reg Keys
on the Tony Blair pile.

- An honest mistake.
- Three times.

- An honest mistake.
- All Reg Keys,

all gone to Tony Blair.

That's a level of consistency
that suggests something to me

and what it suggests is a little
bit more than an honest mistake.

If he says "honest mistake,"
Bob, it was an honest mistake.

- Sally!
- How's it going?

I want you to do
something for me.

Richard.

I'm gonna get somebody
to watch this guy.

That's gonna take me
a couple of minutes,

but for the next two minutes
you watch him

and you watch
where he puts those votes.

- Okay?
- Right.

Thank you.

Here is where we are--
Newton Aycliffe.

We'll have done well here.

There should be 1,423 votes
from this polling station.

If it's under, that's fine

because some people
go in and don't vote.

But if it's over,
that is not fine.

That means some people
have voted more than once.

So if it's over,
come and get me, alright?

- Right.
- Thanks.

...have had a number of people
saying to me

that they can't vote for me

because they are against
the war in Iraq.

Heaven knows what more
I could have done

to convince them that I also
was opposed to the war

and if it was like
that for me,

it must have been
at least as strong for others.

A personal vote for you,
you say,

but how much did your support

for the war count
against you there?

Well, that became part
of the issue

especially within some of
the Asian communities

but also amongst part
of the white community as well.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

How are you doing, Bob?

[ Sighs ]
I don't think we can win it.

No.

Blair here?

On his way.

Where are you gonna put him?

In his room.

- Oh, you got him a room?
- Of course.

Well, the candidates
couldn't have one.

We've been walking around here
all night.

But you got him a room?

He's got a country to run.

Who are you gonna
allow to speak?

Haven't given it any thought.

You've got the world's
media here and you haven't given

any thought to who's going
to be allowed to speak.

No. Because it all depends
on the result.

Convention dictates the top
three will speak.

What if we finish fourth?

Well, someone's got to
finish fourth, haven't they?

Reg!

You've got to let Reg speak.

If he finishes top three,
of course he can speak.

Top three to speak.

What?

He could finish fourth.
You know that.

If that happens, he speaks.

And the one who finishes fifth?

And the sixth?

There's 15 candidates.

Monster-raving loonies
and worse.

Do I let them all speak?
Do I turn it into a circus?

I'm not asking you to turn it
into a circus.

I'm talking about the top
four here.

This is a four-horse race,
this, always has been--

Labour, Tory,
Lib Dem and Reg.

The others are miles behind.
It would be totally wrong

to stop any of the top
four from speaking.

Especially
if it's this man here.

I'm sticking with convention, Bob,

and the top three will speak.

[ Sighs ]
He don't wanna upset Tony.

Not at all.

- I've kept a diary.
- Oh, yes?

Yes. And I have listed
every irregularity

that you have overseen
in this campaign.

Oh, Bob.

Every irregularity?

I wasn't aware there had been one.

Well, there was that business
with the electoral roll

and how long it took us
to get it.

- You got it.
- Eventually.

And then there was the map
of the constituency.

Which you also got.

Also eventually.

And now you're talking to me
about convention.

Well, convention states that
the candidates

have a room
where they can relax.

All the candidates.
Not just one.

Are you about to say that
you'll overlook

these "irregularities" if I
agree to let this man speak?

Because if you say that, Bob,

you'll be out of here
on your arse.

In fact you might even
find yourself in the nick.

How dare you question
my integrity?

I have run things as fair
and square as I possibly could.

No one is questioning
your integrity.

Are they, Bob?

No.

Three times I've tried
to get Tony Blair

to listen to me
and three times he's ignored me

so I think-- I think
he's got this coming.

He's got to stand up there
with the world watching

and he's got
to listen to me.

And that'll happen.

As long as you finish
in the top three.

Why?
Because convention dictates?

Yes.

Who sent us to war?

It's not the people.

They couldn't be convinced.

But hundreds of democratically
elected MPs, they were.

Sticklers for convention,
all of them.

I hope you get to speak, Reg.

Convention.

[ Cheers and applause ]

We're seeing pictures now
of Tony Blair

arriving at the, er,
at his count, I believe.

Not clear what to read
into the Prime Minister's face.

He and Cherie going
towards the count there.

He was looking-- He was looking
a bit, how can I put it,

putting a determined
look on his face.

And Cherie looking, again,
determinedly cheerful

as they go to into the count,
wouldn't you say?

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Here we go.

4,252, Reg.

That's wonderful, Reg.

That is wonderful.

Where does that put us?

Fourth.

What's wrong?

Only the top three speak.

Oh, what?!

Who was third?

- Lib Dems.
- What did he get?

Uh, 4,935.

That's practically a tie.

No, it isn't, Bob.

Who was fifth?

- UKIP.
- How many?

646.

Okay, so we're just behind
third, well clear of fifth

and we still can't speak?

Correct.

Right. Okay, the media
is still upstairs

so once the declaration
is over, we'll go up there

and we'll tell the world
that you've been gagged.

Labour, Tory and the Lib Dems
could speak.

The people who sent us to war
could all speak

but Reg Keys couldn't.

You must do as you see fit.

Please let me speak.

Please.

I'm not asking this for myself.

I'll be speaking.
I won't even see Blair.

But the other families
will see him.

And the families of every
British soldier killed in Iraq,

they'll see him.

I don't think you should stand
in the way of that.

You must excuse me.
I've got things I must do.

A rictus rather than
a genuine grin.

Because the last three days
of the campaign, there has

been a genuine grin on his
face, hasn't there?

Yeah, I know. He's going to
have a really good night,

a better night
than they're having so far.

Especially when they were
talking about

their private life to the Sun.

- That was rather extraordinary.
- What?

"Five times a night
Prime Minister"?

I, the returning officer
for the Sedgefield Constituency,

do hereby declare
that the numbers of votes

in the election were as follows.

Berony Abraham, 209.

When do you most need
compassion?

Probably at the point of death.

But when you die in war,
there is no compassion.

There's only hatred

because they can't kill you
unless they hate you.

So no whispers from a--
a loving wife or mother.

Just your mates' screams

and your killers'
snarling hatred.

That's the reality of war.

Six young men

dead in a filthy
storeroom-cum-toilet.

You multiply that
by a hundred thousand.

Two hundred thousand.
You add women and children.

And all on a lie.

All on a lie.

That Anthony Charles
Lynton Blair

has been duly elected
to serve as member

for the Sedgefield Constituency.

[ Cheers and applause ]

And I know too that Iraq
has been a divisive issue

in this country.

But I hope now that we can
unite again

and look to the future,
there and here.

Our job is to serve people.

That's what I've tried
to do in Sedgefield.

It's what we've tried to do
for the country.

Thank you.

[ Cheers and applause ]

Right, ready to go?

[ Indistinct conversations ]

♪

He's letting him speak.

Richard.

[ Camera shutters clicking ]

First of all, I would like
to thank the Returning Officer

and all the people
who have worked hard

to put all this
together tonight.

And I want to thank,
in particular,

all the fantastic people
who have organised

and run this campaign
and all the volunteers.

They have been tremendous.

I'd also like to thank my wife
and my son

for being here
with me tonight

who have supported me tirelessly
through this campaign.

A remarkable campaign.

Uh, I'm not...

I don't claim to be
a professional politician.

Fighting this campaign
has not been an easy task for me

but I had to do it
for my son, Thomas Keys,

a Royal Military Policeman

killed in Iraq four days short
of his 21st birthday.

Sent to war under extremely
controversial circumstances.

Extremely controversial circumstances.

[ Applause ]

If this war had been justified
by international law,

I would have grieved
and not campaigned.

If weapons of mass destruction
had been found in Iraq,

again, I would have grieved,
not campaigned.

And tonight there are lessons
to be learnt,

and I hope in my heart
that one day the Prime Minister

may be able to say sorry.

That one day you'll be able
to say sorry

to the families
of the bereaved

and that one day
the Prime Minister

may be able to visit
wounded soldiers in hospital.

Then our campaign
will not have been in vain.

All the people who have given me
their vote tonight

have sent a clear, resounding
message about the Iraq War.

And thank you to all the people
who have voted for me tonight.

And just finally I would like
to dedicate this campaign

to all the brave 88!

88 British Servicemen--

because some people do not know
how many have been killed--

servicemen who gave their young
lives in this conflict.

[ Applause ]

But may I just in particular mention,

as they've come to be known,
"The Six."

Six Royal Military Policemen
left behind

and slaughtered in a filthy
police station in Al Majar--

my son, Lance Corporal
Tom Keys...

...Corporal Russell Aston...

...Corporal Simon Miller...

...Sergeant Simon
Hamilton-Jewell...

...Lance Corporal Ben Hyde...

...Corporal Paul Long.

May you rest in peace, lads.

Thank you.

[ Applause ]

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