All language subtitles for Common As Muck s02e06

Last time on Covenant's Muck, this
happened.

Bo! Don't say a bloody word.

Emergency round me man's with Gary Marad
again.

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

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

on to the committee.

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

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

Piss off.

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

talking about?

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

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

Bastard!

Answering the call, Ken.

Not me, bastard. Dad. Me.

I can blow the lid on the whole thing.

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

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

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

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

doing my duty.

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

as well.

No.

Middle bin, ten o 'clock.

I'll take care of the rest.

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

Sharon! No, you listen to me, right?

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

It's all I've got.

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

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

Plan?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The photograph you can't find?

Exactly.

What about Jean's wedding?

You promised.

It's not pill two.

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

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

thought I was supposed to be your bloody
partner.

You what?

What are you doing?

You always pleased yourself, didn't you?

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

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

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

yourself someone else to run this place
with you.

Sharon!

Sharon, come here! Sharon!

What?

I hadn't done it, have I?

Right, then.

Let us get back to the business, shall
we?

The wagon will be coming through here.

Round here.

Mary?

What are you doing here?

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

It's our John O.

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

front room. Jesus Christ.

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

I've just been to see his mam.

You've done what?

It ain't going to work, John O.

Because I'm not going to let it.

Marie! Marie!

Marie!

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

What are you doing?

Let me.

Marie, pack it in.

Marie, stop it!

Let go of me.

I've asked you once.

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

Because it's nothing, Jono.

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

Did she make you go hard that quick?

It's all over.

I know it's over.

I knew what you were doing.

But it didn't work.

Because I'm still here, Anna.

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

I met your dad when we were in bed.

Even like this.

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

But whatever it is, you remember this.

You're the father of my child.

And nothing's going to alter that.

Us getting divorced ain't going to alter
it.

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

Because this child is your flesh and
blood.

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

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

Do you understand?

Oh, God.

Shut up, Operation Alcatraz.

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

Keep going.

Come on, get in quick.

Get Liz down.

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

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

Liz. What?

Thank me.

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

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

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

They're coming! I've seen them!

Good lad.

I used the mirror.

Well done.

Did you secret that we said?

Very good, Bernard.

I've seen you!

I've seen you! Bernard!

What the pitchy now?

Bleeding hell.

Super crew as I live and fit in breed.

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

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

We want to nick the wagon.

You are?

You can't nick your bollocks.

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

know what proper are like.

We'll pay you.

How much?

20 quid.

There you go.

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

Morning, Sharon.

What is it? What's happened?

The appeal has failed, I'm afraid.

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

They can't?

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

What do you think you're doing here?

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

Legal requirements or something.

A creche.

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

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

they don't have babies, so do they.

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

Oh.

Do they not?

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

Whatever.

You've got 24 hours to get out.

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

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

I couldn't agree with you more.

Now, have you brought the equipment from
your work?

Yeah. Why?

Rather an old -fashioned idea, Sharon.

Direct action.

We shall not be moved.

Steady, Kent, steady.

We're late, aren't we?

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

Seems all right, doesn't he?

Considering.

The way he's organised all this and
everything.

Seems to be coping all right.

About Irene.

This way, coping.

Other way, he's pissed poor.

Has Marie said anything to you this
morning?

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

ever want.

What the bloody hell do you think she
said?

Have a be -eye on this.

What a lovely watch.

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

Probably do you good, Eddie Rodeo.

Booking in with the boys, getting your
hands dirty.

Barrier ahead!

Steady!

He's off.

And Berkey.

Oh, serious?

Bad arse. Both of them.

Pissed off.

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

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

Right, thank you.

Huh? We'll need this.

Oh. Thanks.

Enchanted evening.

Some enchanted evening.

All right, George, how do you get?

Shit.

Oh, come on, sod it, Kim.

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

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

Is he all right?

He's about picked himself!

Oh, God.

My last moment on Earth.

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

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

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

George?

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

Now get in the cab. You can direct.

Yeah, it's that way.

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

Oh, very good at it.

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

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

emotional.

George.

In here.

Well, that's me, Gint.

Anything happened yet?

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

It's months since you had anything.

Distilled our own inside.

Industrial floor cleaner.

Jesus. Atmosphere. It was night time.

Crowded.

Right, come on.

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

time. Told you it was a stupid idea.

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

How's Marie?

What?

Trying to make a conversation.

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

Just drink your bleeding drink.

Oh, I need a piss.

I won't be long.

Shit, you'd hate it.

At last, a result.

Come on, lads. Come on!

Georgie!

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

The bloody belt took me. Watch it, Ken.

It isn't his fault, is it?

What are you talking about?

You and Sharon.

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

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

Of course it bothers you.

She's your friend, isn't she?

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

Take my advice, Ken.

Apologise and I'm done with it.

All is best in these situations.

It's no good.

I can't do it without it.

Elvis live in Kentucky.

I can't find it without Elvis.

Wise men say only fools...

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

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

All right, come on, everybody out.

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

right?

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

She's on the photo too.

Come on.

What, are you worried you might miss the
reception?

All that free snaps?

If we don't get Wardy back soon.

Aye. Aye, Jim.

We're going as fast as we can.

We're closed.

Well, we didn't come for a dance.

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

We'll pay?

Where's all the women?

Georgie.

I remember you.

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

And I told you.

You'd better come in.

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

What?

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

London side before ours.

Go loose then.

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

Hello! One and all!

What did I do?

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

The council are dead against it.

Georgie, please.

It's there.

Oh, that one!

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

Mind you, that of it enlarged
especially.

Well, I'll have that.

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

talking your way out of that one, you
boogers.

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

Thanks a lot, mate.

Oh, any time.

See you again, Georgie Poitier.

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

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

I'm a builder.

I don't know what you mean.

No.

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

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

near future.

That would be nothing, wouldn't it?

What are they, Wads?

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

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

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

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

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

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

What?

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

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

used in a jailbreak to free George Ward.

The Coliseum.

The UCU contract.

Mike, what the bloody hell's going on?

Get on to it. Find him.

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

Oh, and you, get the bulldozers in.

Now. Clear this place.

Okay. If you say so.

Wow.

And I've had enough of you.

He won't go through with it.

He daren't.

This is just sabre rattling.

Trust me, Sharon.

We need the others.

I'm not often wrong.

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

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

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

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

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

apple, you know, we're snogging her.

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

Ken, suck the wagon.

You what?

What, I want to get out.

What are you talking about?

You heard me.

Stop the pissing wagging! What the

pissing

hell are you doing?

I've had enough.

Enough of what?

Listening to you lot play happy
families.

Makes me want to puke.

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

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

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

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

One of you.

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

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

He fits in good and proper.

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

Look at you, Nev, you and your Irene.

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

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

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

What went off with your missus?

Our son has fallen out with his dad.

Ken and Denise coming apart, it seems.

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

bloody same.

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

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

self -righteous.

But not like me, eh?

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

aiming for it. That's my way.

For breaking the rules.

Are you done, eh?

Is that it?

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

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

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

The lot of you piss off!

Johnno?

We've got a job to do.

I meant it, Nev.

I meant what I said about you and your
Irene.

I know you did.

Christ, if I could be you.

If I could be that bloody innocent.

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

Nothing will spoil it.

No.

Nothing will spoil it.

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

kiss from her.

You better sort this out, you know,
John.

While you've still got the chance.

I can't.

I can't put it right.

Of course you can.

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

I'm not like me dad, Nev.

Your dad?

I mean, I've tried to be.

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

short. Come on, Nev.

Listen, we're not talking about Foxy.

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

We're talking about him.

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

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

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

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

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

Listen, John...

Your dad were a great man.

And God knows he was my best mate.

But he wasn't exactly an angel.

He was bloody perfect.

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

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

He was like bloody God. He wasn't.

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

I'm sorry.

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

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

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

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

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

All right, come on.

What are you doing? Get out.

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

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

John, watch your mouth.

I've told him it's rubbish.

Now you tell him.

Well, I'm sorry.

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

Mum, it ain't true.

It is.

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

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

could I do?

I asked him, but he loved her.

It were awkward.

Awkward?

Jesus Christ!

Shut up!

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

Please.

You know how he was.

He was your dad.

He loved me, Jono. Heart and soul.

And I loved him.

They've got a business with this
Margaret.

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

It upset me and I said that and all.

But he did stop it, eventually.

I wish it hadn't happened.

I can't pretend different.

And I wish we'd got it properly sorted.

Completely put away so we could forget
about it.

But we never did.

And then he died.

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

That was the worst of him, Jono.

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

And who wouldn't want some of that?

He should have told us. The bastard.

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

He should have said something.

Jono. He would have done if he could
have.

I know that.

He couldn't bear having no secrets from
you.

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

I miss him so much.

I was this busy in the evenings.

Oh,

you made it? Are the lads here?

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

Oh, bloody hell.

Mr Andrews, the artist.

Looking forward to meeting him.

He saw Father O 'Ryan upstairs in no
time.

He's dead?

No. Room.

Promotion.

Right. We're off.

Come on.

Come on.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Christ abundantly blesses love.

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

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

and lasting fidelity.

And so in the presence of the church...

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

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

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

Alex, you bastard!

Oh, God, do something!

It's all right.

Everything's fine.

Oh, God!

What's happening, Ed?

Oh, my God! The ambulance is coming.

Don't worry.

I

thought

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

Bernard!

I want you to take this photograph,
Bernard.

I want you to guard it, Bernard.

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

I feel much better now, you know.

I could do with another drink, actually.
George.

Come on, inside.

Come on.

Sonny, I want you to go round the front.

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

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

What?

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

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

All right.

Oh, check round the back.

Hostage situation!

That's it.

You what?

Hostages!

What's the service going on in here?

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

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

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

want. And what I...

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

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

Hang on, I'll come with you.

Hey.

Christ, what's happening?

We must be alive.

What are you doing here? Piss off.

No, listen. I said piss off!

Right, leave her.

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

Ambulance? Look at her.

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

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

The funniest thing that's happened.

Perhaps if the choir could.

So where is he? Where is Roberts?

Never mind about Roberts. What about the
prisoner?

You just get it organised.

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

gathering now.

Well, what helps that?

Oh, witnesses, John.

Witnesses for the photographs, you know.

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

ones.

Go on.

What? Go to her.

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

I'm only saying it. Go to her.

Oh, Bolton, look, you were right.

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

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

know.

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

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

And I'll never forget it.

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

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

So, to hell with the cordon journal.

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

Go on, lad. Go on.

Oh, no.

He's certainly vanished.

Right, keep looking.

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

Just let me in.

I've got to see this man.

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

What? Don't do that.

Why not?

Because it ain't fair.

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

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

Well, what has?

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

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

say fine.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, what if folk noticed?

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

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

an idiot.

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

Why you were giving me all that jib last
night?

Oh, what a daft idea.

Oh, it is, innit?

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

I do.

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

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

I do want to go out with you, Sharon.

No, you don't.

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

See, this is what I mean.

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

I know.

You know what?

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

Jesus Christ, why not?

Because I'm ugly.

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

doing, but otherwise...

I love you.

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

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

Jesus Christ alive.

You can do it.

Denise.

Denise, please.

little baby boy.

It's a girl.

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

Hey, hey, what's going on?

Hey, you come and arrest me up here.

That is far enough.

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

Destroy the picture.

Are you listening?

I'm giving you a chance.

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

I've noticed.

Neff! Neff!

They've knocked down the yard!

I was there!

It was so long.

No.

No, it's too soon.

You...

You miserable little bastard.

I think

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

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

I'm bringing an end to this.

Right, send him in the back.

Go and check on Nev's bloody siege.

Marie.

What?

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

I never will again.

You've just got to give us a chance.

Why should I?

I'm sick of giving you chances.

Marie, listen to me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

bloody brilliant and clear it is on a
good day?

Oh, Marie.

I love you.

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

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

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

If you want me to go...

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

That's me respecting your wishes.

Only don't make me.

Because I want to stay with you and her.

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

Can we get through?

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

This is when we need that photograph.

Bernard.

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

This is a protest.

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

Get off me, you miserable dog.

I'm an innocent man.

Partly. Yes.

That's it, then.

What?

We're on our way.

Nev, what are you doing?

They're beating us, Ken.

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

No. Yes, we are, we are.

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

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

We did our best, but there it is.

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

Supercrew. Hey, lads.

All

right,

lads.

Chest out!

Hang on, sir.

I

want to talk

to someone official.

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

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

Leave it, Ken.

Remember who we are.

Like Nev says.

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

you. Ken, please.

John's right.

You're above that sort of thing.

But I'm not.

All right.

Sort appearances.

Let him go. Let him go.

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

Search? Well, go on. Do it now.

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

What are you on about?

Will somebody tell me what is going on?

What's that?

It's a photocopy.

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

south. The games?

Who gives a toss about the games?

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

Deep down, all you care about is money.

You think nothing of glory.

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

Spare me.

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

the factory, so I got out.

Hey, I'll tell you this, though.

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

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

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

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

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

on, you bastard. Sweat.

Look at you, you rubbish.

I was going to achieve something worth
celebrating.

Something you can't imagine.

Who the hell do you think you are
anyway?

I'm this baby's godfather.

I'm Don Bloody Nev.

That's who I am.

I'm 65 years of age.

I weigh 15 stone.

I've got a gummy leg.

I'm going deaf.

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

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

least I can say I have been alive.

I have been in love.

have been loved.

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

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

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

concrete which lasts forever.

It doesn't breathe, does it?

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

It is as nothing compared with flesh and
blood.

Sweet, fragile flesh and blood.

Not perfect.

Not without doubts. But alive.

By God, man, alive!

That's for this.

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

This? is manna, manna from heaven.

Thank you.