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Hello!

How nice to see you.

I'm so glad you could come.

It's lovely to see you.

Come on in.

Have you seen Tom?

Not lately.

Do you know Mr and Mrs Leather?

Where's Tom got to?

I don't know.

Where is he?

Search me.

We don't meet at parties.

We just come together.

Here you are.

Pat says you owe her half a packet.

I'd smoke Cassie's if I were you.

Who does the gardening here?

Cassie does.

Lady Jane.

Good God.

There's that funny little plant Mum brought her back from Oslo a year ago.

It's more than a year ago.

It's a year since she died.

A year in six weeks.

Mum gave her the cutting that that came from too.

Look at it now.

I can remember them planting it in the spring.

Now Crocus is all round the bottom there about ten years ago.

You remind me like a diary, don't you?

I keep a diary.

It'll be written down in it somewhere.

Am I in it?

Oh yes, you're there.

Recorded for posterity.

God, I miss Mum.

She'd like us to remember.

Things like this.

Is that your latest then?

That God he came with?

How long's that been going on?

Mind your own business.

I'm sorry.

I tried to ask the questions Mum would have asked.

I'm the woman of the house now, aren't I?

Hey!

All right?

Are you all right?

I'm all right.

I did a nice job here.

Very, very good work.

Dad's here.

Mum's gone, Tom.

It's the same for him as it is for us.

We carry on with life and just every now and

then it hits us and we know it's still there.

I'm sorry.

Excuse me.

Tough bugger.

Where's she keep this stuff?

Tonic.

Search me.

Tonic?

That's what they call it.

They keep coming in here for it as if it were monkey gland.

What are you doing in here anyway?

I was invited to make myself useful.

I'm not much use in there at my age, am I?

Grandad seems to be enjoying it.

Oh, enjoying it more like.

I shall get it all thrown back at me later on.

Waste, extravagance.

It is.

You seem to be enjoying it.

Do I?

You're right to.

Am I?

Quiet these days.

Quiet?

Quiet.

Lost in yourself.

I lost in myself.

Your bird's getting it on.

She's jealous.

No one should be jealous.

She'll drive him into the ground and I'll take her home in the car.

Standard practice.

Look, Ted, I was... Excuse me.

Ted, I'm a bit worried about the place.

Is that Anne Platt's bloke?

No, no, he's in the other room.

I was introduced.

Why's he never been here before?

Ethel refused to meet him.

What's he doing here now?

Search me.

All right?

Aye.

You gossiping about Anne Platt's chap?

What do you think of him?

I've met him before.

Now, I said, what do you think of him?

Not much.

I sit him down for life.

Well, Deb asked me what I thought of him.

I gave her my opinion.

I could be wrong.

I'm always ready to be proven wrong.

What is this now?

You can be clumsy when you care.

I want you to talk to him, that's all.

Hi, Granddad.

Can I get you something?

Aye, some peace and quiet.

Is there no quiet in this damned house?

There's quiet in the kitchen.

Is it?

Be good.

I'd best get in there then, hadn't I?

Hey, how's your studies?

Aye.

Your studies, how are they?

All right, I think.

Keep at it, aye, keep at it.

Back to this, Anne.

It's a three-mile walk to the dark house.

You've got a mile crawling on the belly apples of other men's muck.

We're off the world, pressing down over the head.

Does it appeal to you?

Cock, Granddad.

Fit, lad, fit.

Of course it does.

It's what I'm studying for, isn't it?

I'm going to work for the coal board.

Aye.

Oh, aye, aye.

One of them jobs that get to university jobs, eh?

Button, press it.

Hey, hey, button, press it.

All right.

Bloody buttons.

Eh?

What are you doing in here?

I'm helping out, aren't I?

They're paying folks, that other rude girl.

They're paying folks.

Waste, extravagance.

Oh, no, they are.

Don't rant at me.

I'm not responsible.

And don't eat that, neither.

I know all about waste and extravagance, you know.

You probably could have done with a bit of waste and extravagance.

I remember when she patched sheets and you couldn't tell

which were patch and which were sheet she'd started off with.

She could have done with a bit of waste and extravagance.

What's it for?

Eh?

This bloody party.

What's it for?

Oh, don't ask me.

Business, of course.

Oh, what have they asked us for?

Why?

Shouldn't there be something special about us that causes us to be asked?

That's what I said, ain't it?

What have they asked us for?

We've all been asked.

And how about bringing in a chap that you don't fancy?

Gives you pleasure, that does, doesn't it?

That I don't fancy him.

Do you?

Aye.

Do you fancy him?

Fancy him?

Me?

Him?

Could do a lot worse, I suppose.

Worse?

Worse!

Worse, ain't he?

Oh, you see him as I do, then.

I'm glad we're in agreement.

Hey, has she said out to you about whether they're going back to Leeds tonight?

Back to Leeds?

If they don't, there's only one place.

Back of her room in our bungalow.

It's in under the wedge.

It'll be every weekend after that, won't it?

Living over the brush in our bungalow?

She'd not do that.

She'd do in Leeds, but live over at Brush.

It's different in Leeds.

They're used to it in Leeds.

Have you heard the conversations out there?

They're unbelievable.

Some people sound like teleadverts.

That makes teleadverts sound like them.

I'm washing.

You dry, eh?

Oh, right.

Hey, which is your new boss?

Ted Fawcett.

A nice one.

Oh, which is the one you don't like?

The one you're always ranting on at me about?

Tony Parker.

Used to be sales manager.

Came up through accounts.

Got round Maurice Naylor when he was worrying

about his immortal soul instead of his work.

Always a smoothie him.

Smoothie?

She means like you.

He uses his charm to deceive folk.

He's been wondering why we've been asked.

Oh, it's Cassie wanting her own about her.

Most of her London friends are through the business.

She enjoys it all in a way, I think, but I think she feels safer with us.

Ah, I missed you.

Did anybody see you come in here?

What happens, Cassie?

They know I live here half the time.

Not officially, they don't.

You're joking, aren't you?

You mean, do I care what they think?

But you don't.

No, perhaps not.

But maybe I care that I don't, if you know what I mean.

Come off it, love.

You belong to the age, not the place.

Age?

Well, yes, I mean, you know, the age we live in.

Life as we live it now.

I didn't mean your birth certificate.

Oh, well, that's got both in it, hasn't it?

Age and place.

Do you know, I could take you into Skeleton and show you women the same age as me.

Women I was at school with that look, oh, ten, fifteen years older.

The injector shop at the works, some of them work in there.

Some for pin money, some because they have to.

Widows like me.

Do you know what the difference between us is?

It's not only the money, Cassie.

Isn't it?

You mean luck.

No, I don't mean luck.

I mean you, what you are.

I'm the lucky one.

I was born into the middle class.

I started with a fighting chance and a public school education.

And I'm what Peter's money made me.

Well, he'd be glad of that, for what part of it is true.

Would he?

Morris warned me about Sam.

And he asked me to take his job over before he vanished into the cloisters.

Sam?

Yes.

You're always like this when you've been talking to Sam.

Like what?

Oh, I don't know.

Uneasy.

Not sure where you are in life.

Who is?

I am.

That's why I asked you to throw this party.

I know where I'm going and I know who's going with me.

Do you know that song?

I know where I'm going.

I know it.

I know who I love, but the Lord knows who I'll marry.

Heard Kathleen Ferrier sing that once.

That dates me, doesn't it?

Heard her sing Gerontius, too, at Leeds Town Hall in a white dress.

Like a white flame from the spirit of God descending onto the platform.

They're part of you like the opposites part of me and Sam, aren't they?

What are?

The good things in life.

The confidence to enjoy them.

That they'll always be there to be enjoyed.

Like the sun.

Oh, sorry.

Are you looking for a mirror?

Yes, I tried the bathroom, but it's at the end of the hall.

Oh.

All right, then.

Well, yes, I'll...

I'm going to see if everyone's arrived, shall I?

Good.

Use this.

Thanks.

You going back to Leeds tonight?

Probably.

Richard wants to stay at the bungalow.

Wants to break the ice with Mum and get his feet under the table.

Hmm?

Do you know, it really upsets him to think she looks

on him as the married seducer of her own daughter.

It was the other way round, if only she knew.

Oh, she'll be all right once you're married.

When does he get his divorce?

He got it three months ago.

When are you getting married, then?

I don't know that we are.

He wants to.

I mean, why should we?

What's the point?

What great blinding difference is it going to make to life?

Oh, your mother will be pleased, he says.

Is that why people marry each other, to please their mothers?

Oh, he's as conventional as she is.

Anyway, what about you?

When's your purification take place?

He got me to agree to a date last night.

Oh.

You can see he started on the sales side.

Bought him, have you?

Oh, sorry, I didn't mean...

Well, you know.

You didn't mean that I'd bought him with my money?

Cassie Crossman and her money?

Chuck it away, Cass, if it hurts.

It'd hurt a downside more without it.

You don't mind if I help myself, do you, love?

Oh, come on.

Sam?

You don't mind if I help myself, do you?

You'll get us reported to the Union when that time you

picked up the screwdriver at the Earl's Court exhibition.

Yeah, I can still remember your expression.

Deep shock.

Well, I was a Union man for years.

It gets greener, you know.

Well, that's why Peter Crossman took you on, wasn't it?

Yes.

Because I was in the Union.

Because you belonged to the place, because you know the men.

Grab a chaff, Crossman.

Who told you that was why Crossman took me on?

Sorry.

You enjoying yourself, Great-Grandad?

Why aren't you dancing?

Dancing?

You call that dancing what they're doing in here?

We got up to Leswell and we went for two pennies of darkness and Pat wrote the

pictures, and they do for all to see these days.

Oh, late arrivals.

Deb?

Nobody said you were coming.

No.

Hello, Charlie.

Sam, Mr Barraclough.

Who invited you?

Parker.

You'll be asking the lad for his ticket.

Get him a drink.

Billy Tripps, lad, eh?

Aye.

She were courting him at one time, weren't she, our Deb?

They don't court these days, Grandad.

Ever noticed you grinding her, do you?

Aye, sometimes I do.

What's he do for a job, that lad?

He's a draftsman at our place.

I had him checking on when his dad died.

Follows his dad's line in politics, does he?

He's a tougher proposition than Billy, that one.

Billy had doubts and misgivings.

Not Charlie.

He's like Tony Parker.

He's sure of himself up to here.

Different sides of the fence, of course.

He's got the drawing office organised by God, he has.

And you stood in the door with your cap in your hand

when you come to see the bossman over at Union, huh?

Not Charlie, Grandad.

It'll be full of older hounds soon, eh?

Why, the living daylight!

Have we won, then?

Ah, thank you.

Charlie, excuse me a moment.

Do you know Mrs Crossman?

Hello.

This is Charlie Tripp, one of our senior designers.

I knew your father, didn't I?

Yes.

Well, he used to know my father when we lived on Misery Street.

You don't remember Misery Street.

We pulled it down a long time ago.

Yes, well, I'd better go and talk to him.

Oh, well, look, hang on, I'll come with you.

I'll introduce you to people later.

You're doing all right for the moment.

Lime juice and soda?

Don't let it go to your head, will you?

Do draughtsmen usually get invited to their boss's parties?

Maybe, if somebody wants something, they do.

Oh, no!

Jesus!

Jesus!

It's good.

Oh, the living daylights!

Hey, I've forgotten my pyjamas.

We're not stopping.

Won't you have it?

Not with or without pyjamas.

Come on, everybody.

Good evening, sir.

You've got to be a rugby player to get in there.

Oh, well, I cheated.

I sounded the gong and then ran.

Charlie Tripp's here.

Yes, I know.

I invited him.

I thought it was about time we broke the ice.

Too much like a separate little kingdom these days, the drawing office.

Better organised than the works on the union side, though.

There's a job on the technical sales side.

I think he'll take it.

Why don't you ask him?

Well, you did.

Did what?

Took the job when Crossman offered it to you.

No, you're on the wrong track there, Tony.

Come on, Sam.

I had it handed to me on a plate.

If I'd started down the pit like you did and

worked my way up, I'd be bloody proud of the fact.

I didn't do it to get on top of anybody, you know.

I did it for the job, for the money.

Well, what's wrong with that?

We've all got a price.

I say money and you say price.

I did it to make a living.

Don't you understand the difference?

Tony, telephone.

Oh, thanks.

Cheers.

Put a big one in there, will you, love?

I brought you some food.

I can see you're trying to get through the scrum.

Aye, it's not what you know, it's who you know, eh?

Oh, take it away again if you don't want to.

No, no, I don't mind being favoured.

I've got me price, like everybody else.

Oh, yes.

In a mood, are we?

How are you, Eileen?

What do you mean, how am I?

Well, living in Cowley Street on your own, I never see you these days.

Except to pass in the factory and then I'm too busy to barely manage a smile.

Well, a smile's worth something, isn't it?

Well, that's your price, is it, a smile?

Oh, what the heck's the matter with you?

Somebody just got under me skin.

Better than walking on your grave, I suppose.

Did nobody ever tell you you look like your great-grandfather?

Yeah.

Ah, did you take him that food?

Yes, I did.

He's in a mood.

Been in a mood since she went.

You're a good timid.

I don't.

And I didn't mean that kind of a mood.

Haven't they got any clean drying-up cloths round here?

Yeah, there's some in that drawer over there.

Oh.

Well, that's a good lad.

Are you all right, Brenda?

When are we off back home?

Oh, don't start that.

When are we off back home?

Spoiling it for folk.

Spoiling what?

There's others here than you, you know.

Oh, no, there isn't.

And they'll not let anybody spoil out for them.

They'll do it in front of you.

Do what?

In front of you, they'll do it.

Right there in front of your eye.

I don't mean it.

What are you lot doing in here?

I asked you what you were doing.

We're helping out, aren't we?

Who asked you to?

Nobody did.

She's taken people on to help out, you know.

One for the drinks and two for the food.

Anyway, they're not supposed to clear up the tools, me.

Beneath them, is it?

It's not what they were taken on for.

It's what they're getting paid for.

Aren't they born to it then, like you?

I beg your pardon?

You heard me, Ethel.

Now get that bloody apron off.

Oh, you were right.

Get it off!

And you, put that cloth down.

What are you doing?

Me?

What's it look like I'm doing?

I'm bloody eating, aren't I?

Take it out there and eat with everybody else.

I'll finish.

Take it out there and eat with everybody else, I said.

I'll finish.

I'm done.

Chris, take your grandfather out there to the bar and get him whatever he wants.

And Ethel and Eileen, too.

Yes, sir.

Where are the workers?

By God, you've said the wrong thing there, Cass.

Is that what you asked them for, to slay for you in the kitchen?

To slay for me?

What in God's name are you talking about?

Now look, Cass.

Customers might have me paid and delivered for, but they're not part of the deal,

Cass.

What deal?

Look, if you're going to talk to me like this, for heaven's sake, talk sense.

I didn't ask them to come in here.

It was their idea, not mine.

I'm paying those people out there to do the work.

Aye, well, those people out there don't seem

to think that skivvying's part of the deal.

Well, they'll not get paid then, because I can promise you it is.

Well, you've got union trouble then, Cass.

Oh, no, I haven't.

I know what the deal was.

The people they work for have got the union trouble.

I think you've got a damn cheek suggesting that I

asked Ethel and Eileen here to do the work for me.

Well, why did you ask them?

Because I wanted their company.

That's always why I ask them, because they are my own kind.

Well, don't let Tony Parker hear you say that.

Not that he'd believe you.

You're clustering, isn't you?

Me?

Me?

Yes, you're clustering.

Oh, yes, like me.

Only I know it and you don't.

You reckon?

Yes, I reckon.

If I didn't have you nagging at me all the time, I might get a chance to sort it out.

Sort what out, Cass?

Sort me out.

What I want to do with the rest of my life.

I'm not a convert like you.

A convert?

A convert?

Am I to what?

Oh, your own kind of religion.

A sort of secular guilt.

Revealing that because you don't believe in

something anymore, the fault must be in you.

And the rest of us who fall short.

God knows how poor Sarah lived with you all those years.

Poor Sarah?

Oh, I didn't mean that.

You know I didn't.

Poor Sarah.

Here, what's that stuff?

That's it in the foie gras.

You know, it's like the stuff we used to get for starters at school dinners.

Yeah, they got better after you left.

Everything got better after I left, mate.

What are you doing robbing shelves with a bourgeoisie anyway?

Barker invited me.

Why?

Some devious reason of his own.

It'll come to surface in due course or it won't.

I couldn't care less.

I'm surprised you care.

I knew Debra would be here.

Oh.

No, no, no.

How involved is she with Troopy?

Truth?

Yeah, my nickname for Len Taylor.

Gives me morale a boost.

Anyway, it suits him.

What happened between you and Debra?

Oh, some argument about your dad.

Politics.

God knows.

One of those things that starts off with a whisper and ends up with a bang.

She was all right when I arrived tonight.

His aunt, I suppose.

Here, what are you working on?

Estate agency cuttings.

Brinings, you know.

I'm a counter-clerk.

For a general stooge.

You used to run rings round me at Scotland High before you left.

Remember Eastern, they call your answers.

Here, why doesn't Sam pick you up at Crossman's?

Saw me all right when Dad died.

You know, that's the bloody silly thing about me and Deb falling out over him.

I got all the time in the world for him.

Outside the works, it seems.

You nagged him.

I nagged him.

Last generationitis, that is.

I never caught it.

I used to think the sun shone out on my old man.

Sam's not my old man.

He's my stepfather.

So he is.

I forgot.

Most people wouldn't know that, would they?

Why should they?

Well, you're a lot like him, aren't you?

I'm going to part myself on you two.

My bloke's in there having the time of his life with some little bird half his age.

Disgusting.

Will happen to you one day.

I was going to look you up in Leeds the next week.

I've got a sort of thing.

Is it a joke or a riddle?

No, it's a sort of lump about him.

I'm your aunt, not your doctor.

I'm going to see how Carlight is.

I want you to know what it was before I went.

Sounds like a hernia.

Don't quote me.

I don't practise medicine nowadays.

I just preach it to the next generation.

Operation?

Probably.

Unless you want a bit of trust for the rest of your life.

It's the same operation Sam had about four or five years ago.

Tends to run in families, among a lot of other things.

Not with me.

You?

Oh no, you're blue blooded or something, aren't you?

Left on a railway station in a suitcase.

Sorry, I forgot.

He's the only one that does remember.

Right.

Ah, Charlie.

I'd like a word with you.

When you've finished of course.

I'll be outside in the garden.

Lovely night.

Lovely night.

I'd like a word with you.

He's going to propose.

What?

Put a big one in there, will you love?

It goes to your head, that stuff, you know.

Not dancing, Grandad.

What about you?

I'm shy.

Shy, is it?

If you'd seen what I seen in there.

We used to sit on opposite sides of the room an hour a lot.

Go on.

Coming back across pit fields at night.

Lads shy of them lasses.

Voices bouncing back off the stacks.

Shouting.

Ribbing each other to make out we were bald.

You know what I remember most about you, Gran?

I'm talking about 70-odd years back now.

What I remember most?

First time I touched her hand.

You do?

Sorry.

Take these two to Ethel in the kitchen before Sam sees you.

Try pot stalling, Kaz.

Mark it in there.

I'll get some more.

Where is he?

He's in the conservatory.

If you're frightened, there's a lock on the kitchen door.

Unlock three times and give the password.

Right.

They're just cleared off, them two servers, you know.

Just on with the courts and away.

Every word to nobody.

Oh, thanks.

I shall clear off now unless you want to get shouted at.

Right.

Oh, hey.

If you're feeling brave, there's debris in the dining room.

Got chance of it.

Who's been shouting?

Sam at us for washing up.

And your grandad for eating in here instead of in there with the others.

Good.

It doesn't matter to either of you, I suppose, that we might feel happier here.

Oh, no, we've to be where you feel better about us.

I don't know what we're doing at a party like this, anyway.

Except it's somewhere to go.

And that's why they invited us, I suppose.

Where's your chap?

Enjoying himself?

Are you jealous?

No.

You never really got him till you wed, you know.

Don't come crying on my shoulder.

It's all with divorce, Mum.

Ah, it's a bother, though, divorce, isn't it?

Most of them would sooner put up with things than have the bother.

What are you laughing at?

You.

You're a smashing argument for women's lib, Mum.

Oh, I never wanted to be libbed.

If anybody wanted to be libbed, it were your dad, not me.

Bless you.

Hi.

Enjoying yourself?

Hmm.

Get back in there and enjoy yourself.

That's an order, is it?

Where's your boyfriend?

Which one?

Ah, well, there's safety in numbers, we used to say.

I went out with dozens before I married your mum.

Talking about her now, are we?

Can't go on like that.

Well, not so much talking about her, perhaps, as

not not talking about her, if you know what I mean.

They were a waste of time, those others.

I should have married her first time off.

It was her first time off, was there?

There's a lot you don't know.

About her, about me.

Parents have had a life of their own, you know, that you lot know nothing about.

Happy you'd have more time for us, if you knew.

Oh, I've got time for you.

Thinking of stopping at home looking after me, are you?

What gives you that idea?

Do you know, I thought you were going to marry Charlie at one time.

That would have been a blow, wouldn't it?

For me, why?

Politics.

Gives you a lot of trouble at work, doesn't it?

I don't care what a man's politics are, as long

as he leaves mine alone and I can go on voting.

Oh, he believes in democracy.

Not quite your kind, perhaps.

Oh, there are two kinds, are there?

Seems so.

Maybe you should have gone on with the argument.

I could have brought you up to date on the current grassroots thinking on democracy.

Maybe you should.

First time I've seen you glass empty all night.

Want me to get it filled for you?

Lady meant about that, miss.

What a lady you are.

Very good.

Boring, aren't they?

Boring?

Lady Jane's parties.

They're boring.

I've never been to one before.

That's why you're doing the dirty work, because you're bored.

I'm doing it because somebody has to and there aren't any other volunteers.

And it's not because I'm too good to be true, as you're probably thinking.

Yes, I was, as a matter of fact.

Sorry.

Are you really going down the pit?

Going down the pit?

No, I'm going to work for the coal board.

In an executive capacity, as they say.

Eventually, I suppose.

Going down the pit?

Why do you always dramatise everything?

It's dramatic, that's why.

I couldn't do it.

Well, I couldn't do what... I couldn't do what you do.

Bloody good.

You and you, mate.

You and you.

Can't even pull the birds these days.

Why not?

Their future.

Their mortgage prospects.

They haven't changed, really, you know, not since Mum's death.

They still want the same old things.

Coloured telly, three-piece suite, four-court Tina.

Do you know what somebody asked me the other day?

What?

Was I a member of Bupa?

I don't want it on the marriage certificate before long.

Bupa membership confirmed.

Now, what did I tell you about this?

I'm sorry, Dad.

I mean, what do you want me to do?

Shall I leave it all to Aunt Cass?

She pays people to come in and help, you know.

Yeah, well, it's less for them to do.

That's good, isn't it?

Good lad, Chris.

Not like me, eh, Dad?

Dry up.

Dry up?

Yes, dry up, dry up.

Stop chunnering.

Stop chunnering?

Oh, I've been searching the grounds for you.

Thank you.

Are you two quarrelling?

Us?

Quarrelling?

What about?

It's marvellous, isn't it?

What is?

You and me.

Amiable hostility, I'd call it.

What would you call it?

Erm... failure, I'd call it.

Mine or yours?

I suppose you think I'm going to say mine, for your mother's sake.

Aren't you?

No, bloody well, I'm not.

You stick to your guns, Dad.

You stick to your guns.

Ah, Sam.

Enter the presence, Charlie.

I don't want to bore you with work problems, Sam, but just a quick word.

I've been having a chat with Charlie.

Who, I?

Been helping you with your political education, has he?

Politics?

God, we change our minds about politics all the time, don't we?

Yes, well, yes.

Leopards change their spots too, don't they, Charlie?

I mean, you can see it every day in the zoo, leopards changing their spots.

Don't you, Charlie?

Yes, well, Charlie's not too keen to come over on the sales side.

He's keen to come over to you.

Production?

Go on.

Well, yes, you said that Ransley might be leaving in September.

Nick?

Yeah, that's right.

His mother-in-law's died.

He's a free man.

We were looking for a qualified chap, though.

You started off as a fitter in the pit, didn't you, Sam?

I got my higher national, you know.

Oh, yes, Charlie, I know you have.

Couldn't be Nick's job, though, not just yet.

Well, I don't mind filling in pots for the pit.

It's a foot on the ladder.

You don't want to climb the ladder, Charlie.

Well, of course he does.

Come off it, Sam, who wouldn't?

You'll think about it, will you?

Yes, I'll think about it.

It's just a case, really, of where on the ladder you start, isn't it, Sam?

Let's go and have a drink on it, shall we?

Tony... I'll join you later.

Now, look, Tony... You know what I'm after, Sam.

I know what you think you're after.

You're after doing what you think Peter Crossman did with me.

It's what Charlie's after that bothers me.

And don't start telling me everybody's got a price.

You said you'd think about it.

Well, I had to, didn't I?

For personal reasons, I couldn't chalk him off right there.

All right, then, you tell me.

How do we keep peace in the works if it's not through this sort of thing, eh?

I mean, if that delivery schedule gets any longer because of

stoppages, we can say goodbye to that Arab border for a start.

They've got Scandinavia to go to, you know.

Norway and Sweden, yeah.

How else, Sam?

Now, look, I told you when I got back from Norway last year and Sweden after.

Industrial democracy, Tony.

Yes!

If people are saying what they're doing, autonomous work groups that meet their

targets because they think for themselves and they

get some satisfaction out of what they're doing.

Break production line patterns, cut down on the repetition, pick it up,

put it down, pick it up, put it down, eight hours a bloody day.

You want to try it sometime.

I've talked to Charlie about that.

And he thinks industrial democracy is a load of rubbish, it's out.

And he's on the left.

Rubbish?

Oh, aye.

Rubbish.

He would think it's rubbish.

You know why?

Because you and me would still be in work.

And he wants us out.

He doesn't want half, not Charlie.

He wants the lot.

By God, you're a babe in arms when it comes to politics, you know.

You're either running up the right road or backing down the wrong one.

I am not a political animal, Sam.

No, I have to do it for you.

And every time there's pressure on deliveries, we have to take on a new man.

And then we're scratching around, trying to find work for him.

And his wages go on the price of the engine, because

I have to back down on some bloody man in disrepair.

All right, what do you want?

Confrontation?

Who do I confront, Tony?

You or them.

Because I'm in the bloody middle where I've always been.

And you should try that sometime, too.

Oh, God!

Wake up, great-grandad.

Wake up, great-grandad.

Grandad!

Grandad!

What is it?

Oh, what's the matter?

Go and get my bag.

They've just gone.

Please!

Well, go and find for a doctor, then.

Quickly!

And I just don't have...

Where am I?

Gates of Paradise.

Do you know what time it is?

Aye.

Seven o'clock in the morning.

Do you know where you are?

Aye.

You're where they brought you last night after they fetched doctor to you.

Doctor?

Well, to fetch doctor to you.

What did he say?

He examined you.

He diagnosed it right away.

He's a brilliant man.

Brilliant.

What did he say?

He said you were drunk.

I thought you went home last night.

I did.

I, er... I came back to see our granddaddies.

I beeped in just now.

They're still asleep.

Have you been here long?

Not long.

Would you have had a drink?

I put the kettle on.

It flipped a couple of minutes ago.

Do you want one?

Yeah, I wouldn't say no.

I've often wondered, you know.

What?

What did you wonder?

How you'd look in the morning without the paint and powder.

You used to say it was money that kept you young.

It's not just that, you know, Cass.

I am sorry what I said last night about Sarah.

You made her happier than any man's made me.

Well, Peter perhaps in his quiet way.

I know a good marriage when I see one.

I knew it when I'd lost it best.

Yes, I know.

It could still work out for you, you know, Cass.

What?

With Tony?

I doubt it.

You see, I started off doubting it.

I'm never too sure what the attraction is.

Me or Crossman's shares.

What I get out of it is a bit of both.

Why do people always want more when they've got enough?

Hello, Grandad.

How's your head?

You should know if anybody does buy it, they'll live in daylight.

Coupe de tea, Grandad.

Take him in the garden.

It's lovely morning.

I'll bring it out to you.

Come on, then, Grandad.

Tea in the garden.

I'll live in daylight.

Aye, a garden.

It's not like an allotment.

You get a body of chair and you walk out into a garden.

Oh, God, she's spent some money on your place.

Her dad had his trousers cut off above the knee so they could wear to the sod.

Aye, she can still feel the rubbing board.

A little mother to all those brothers and sisters.

Looked in her purse and it were empty.

And nothing to come out.

Waste!

Where are they all?

They all went home while you were sleeping.

Oh!

Our Deb's keen on Charlie Tripp.

She's too good for him.

You're against his politics, that's all.

And you?

Aye.

He could be the next in line, though.

The next in line to what?

Your generation and mine.

Is that what you want?

No.

You'll have to fight it, then.

Oh, I did.

I fought it all my bloody life.

I found it in them I knew I belonged with and them I knew I didn't belong with.

And sometimes I found it in myself.

Found what, Grandad?

Authority that takes unto itself the name.

Answerable to nobody but itself.

Taken, not given.

Is that what you want?

I know me own kind.

I should do.

I've been one of them all my life.

They can be as bad as Tullivart if you get the wrong ones.

And it's the wrong ones you do get mostly because it's them that wants the power.

Power, that's what they want.

Aye, I don't know that Charlie's like that, though.

Aye, you don't know.

It's the bloody trouble.

You've a shrewd suspicion, but you don't know.

And most are too idle to care.

They'll care when they wake up and find out what they've lost, though.

They'll scream as loud as Tullivart, by God, they will.

One lot of bosses for another, is that what you want?