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(gentle music)

- Bloody hell.

How long is it, for God's sake?

- Too long.

Too damn long.

- Hello, Alan.

Still doing the tache
thing then?

- It's starting to grow on me.

The others?

- Oh, en route.

- Coffee?

- Cheers.

He's done all right, hasn't he?

Honorary degrees, CBE.

He invited me to a
celebratory party

after the Palace.

I was out of the country.

- He remarried.

- Orla wrote me.

- Right.
- And you?

Has there been anyone
one since...?

- Oh.

I've rather lost the
knack of all that.

I'll just, err, get
back to my cleaning.

- Right.

- She just keeps picking
at the same scab.

- Do you blame her?

What was it, do they know?

- Heart failure.

It was a fortnight before
they found the body.

- Oh.

God.

(gentle music)

- Alan's back from
America, Lilly.

He just phoned.

I'm doing a big welcome-back
dinner.

All the gang, under
the same roof.

Have you not got
classes tonight?

- No, but I've got
a staff meeting

- [Orla] Can you not
skip it this once?

- Go on, then.

- Great, can you pick up
some beers on the way back?

I'll do Victor, you call Jay.

- How about I call
Victor, you do Jay?

- OK.

- I take it Jack will be there?

- All of us will.

It's been too long since
we've seen you, Victor.

Way too long.

- I'll see what I can do.

- Hey, it's me.

Alan's back from America.

I'm going to do a
dinner for us all.

- When?
- Tonight.

- I'm on-call tonight, Orla.

- Please, Jay.

For Alan, if not
for me, come on.

- [Jay] I'll see if
I can swap shifts.

- [Orla] Thank you,
see you later.

- Right, bye.

(pager beeping)

You like to live dangerously,
don't you?

- And you don't?

- Because the political levy

funds our lobby campaigns
in Whitehall.

If half your shop stewards
cop out of paying it,

great example to the
members, isn't it?

(telephone ringing)

Yep.

Economic and Social
Affairs, Jack Walsh?

- Listen to me, Jack.

Your grandfather
has had a stroke.

Or a series of strokes,
to be more accurate.

Assuming you can find time
in your busy schedule,

a visit might be in order.

And sooner rather than
later, please.

- [Radio] As anticipated,

it was the Miners'
Union president--

- [Orla] I need your
help, Charlie!

(gentle music)

- Say again?

- [Orla] You said you'd
help with dinner, Charlie.

- They're not shrunk yet.

Five more minutes, OK?

- [Radio] Last year saw the
highest number of strikes

since 1926.

Fears of further industrial
unrest escalated today,

when Arthur Scargill announced

that the NUM and other
major unions

have voted for a national
strike on May the 1st,

in defiance of the government's
pay restraint policy.

- The first year,

I was with Texas Instruments,

working on a computer
device for cash registers.

And then, in the last two years,

I was with the R&D,

working with electronic
microprocessing units.

Memory chips.

- Oh.

- It's a bit sci-fi
for me, mate.

- Well, one day, the
future will rise up

and bite you in your
Luddite arse, Jack.

I just pray I'm there to see it.

- So, is this you back
for good or...?

- Well, General Electrics

are recruiting system
engineers here, so...

You know.

Is Lilly not joining us?

- Oh, Lilly'll get here
when she gets here.

Head's a bit off in the
clouds sometimes.

- Or she had a better offer.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

- Nice to see you all.

- Welcome home, Alan.

- So, what news?

- Orla landed that
internship at the Tavistock.

- Family therapy,
working with kids mainly.

Oh, good for you.

And how's academia?

- Has its moments, if and
when anyone can be bothered

to show up to any
of my lectures.

- Students today, eh?

- And, er, Lilly?

- Still on her quest for the
Holy Grail of Enlightenment,

as are we all.

- Most weekends she treks
around galleries

with her painting portfolio.

No one's taken her on yet.

- [Orla] She just gets
work when she can take it.

- Then there's Doctor
Kildare, over there,

getting us drunk as skunks
on his birthday

to make his grand announcement.

- Oh, aye? Tell me.

- The queer thing.

- Yeah, well.

I suppose somebody had
to be the last to know.

- His family haven't a clue.

- Or at work.

- You had no inkling?

- He covered his tracks well.

- Oh, there is more news.

Charlotte only got
herself arrested.

- 30 million viewers watched
her and her Women's Libbers

getting chucked in Black
Marias at the Miss World thing.

"We are not beautiful!"

"We are not ugly!"

"We are angry!

- Yeah, you see, Jack's
thing about direct action

only applies to the class
system, isn't that right?

Equal rights ranks
a poor second.

- It was worth a
night in Holloway

to get people talking about
discrimination for once.

- It's not all hair-shirt
with her, mate.

She still shaves under her arms.

I can personally vouch for that.

- Excuse me.

- When was it he moved out?

- Just after finals, when
you left for the States.

- Said he needed his own space.

- [Orla] I moved down
to Victor's room,

to give Lilly a bit of
space for her art.

- Alan.
- Hey.

- Hey, I'm so sorry.

- So good to see you.

- Ah, erm.

There was another bomb,

took me ages to get back.

- A bomb?

- Hmm. Tubes, buses,

they all grind to a halt
when it happens.

- [Lilly] Hey!

- What's going on?

- [Orla] More bombs.

- [TV] Four car bombs
placed around London,

one outside the Old Bailey,

a second in Whitehall, exploded.

Killing one and wounding
more than 150.

- [Alan] How do you
live with all this?

- [Orla] No choice.

- The old Blitz spirit is
alive and well in Blighty.

- [TV] Security forces warn

that the IRA is becoming
increasingly sophisticated--

- [Jack] Glad you came back, eh?

- [TV] In their campaign of
violence on the mainland.

And warned the public
to be vigilant.

- Bed down in my room,
if you want.

I'm due back at the hospital,

only got cover for a few hours.

- I'm fine.

- I was going to write
to tell you.

I just thought...

I just thought it better
you hear it in person.

The others don't have
a problem with it.

- Well, they didn't share a
room with you for three years,

did they?

If you weren't so ashamed of it,

why'd you keep it a
secret for so long?

Hmm?

We used to lie in bed
and talk about girls,

for Christ's sake.

- You talked.

I listened.

- I heard you, you
know, at night.

Wanking.

Ah.

I thought it was natural.

I hope to God it
wasn't about me.

- Don't flatter yourself.

(gentle music)

- For fuck's sake.

- Is this it for us?

A quick screw after
lights out, now and again.

- We don't always do
it with the lights out.

We made a deal from the start,

this wouldn't be exclusive or--

- No one can accuse of you

of welching on the deal, Jack.

You've followed it
to the letter.

All I get in return

is the edited version of you.

It's not enough.

Not anymore.

And I don't want to hang around

to see someone else
get the real thing.

- What if there is
no real thing?

You know, the cupboard's bare.

What you see is all there is.

- That's your get-out-of-jail
card, is it?

I can handle being the
butt of a few jokes.

But I'll be damned if I
let you turn me into one.

- Charlie.

Charlie, Charlie, Charlie.

You are the only thing
that makes life bearable.

Don't you know that yet?

The only thing.

What was that?

- You do this every
time. (laughs)

- Don't be angry with me,

when you have no reason
to be angry with me.

("The Jean Genie"
by David Bowie)

* A small Jean Genie
snuck off to the city

* Strung out on lasers
and slash back blazers and

* Ate all your razors
while pulling the waiters

* Talking bout Monroe
and walking on Snow White

* New York's a go-go...

- Be it ever so humble.

Jack?

* The Jean Genie
lives on his back

* The Jean Genie loves
chimney stacks

* He's outrageous, he
screams and he bawls

* The Jean Genie,
let yourself go

(Grandfather breathing)

- We've never had much to
say to each other, have we?

Bit late to start now.

Remember that falling
out I had with Dad

over rejecting the
place at Balliol?

You kept saying,
"Give him time."

I was never sure if
that meant give him time

to become the person
he's destined to be.

Or give him enough time
and he'll hang himself.

Then again, maybe the
two are synonymous.

(gentle music)

Sorry we never got to
know each other better.

Bye, Grandad.

- So, how is life at the TUC?

Still fighting the
unequal fight?

- I need to ask you something.

Though, I can pretty
much predict the answer.

I need another sub this month.

- If you're in debt, Jack,

it's because you've
developed expensive habits.

You can hardly expect
me to subsidize them.

- Yup, pretty much as predicted.

- Jack, wait.

Erm.

There is maybe something.

These meetings that Wilson's
been having with the TUC

and Jack Jones...

I assume you have the
inside track on all of that?

You see, there's a
problem with Heath.

He's a technocrat.

He thinks that if he runs the
country like a corporation,

he can pull us out of
the mess we're in.

The endless strikes,
flying pickets,

sewage in the street,
power cuts.

And, of course, all this
has wounded him,

perhaps even fatally.

So, now, he's crammed
his cabinet

full of other grammar school
acolytes like Walker, Thatcher.

They're the reason why I was
squeezed out of the cabinet.

They're the New Order now,

the Barbarians at the gate.

You see, the one thing

that Ted absolutely abhors
is a surprise.

So, a word in his ear

about what the unions
are cooking up next

could be my, err,

could be my entry card
into Downing Street.

- You're serious.

You want me to be your mole.

Wow. Oh, that's good.

That's the best yet.

Man.

This is bloody classic!

Sorry, sorry.

Here's a thought for you.

When the old man up there
pops his clogs,

you'll have to resign
as an MP, won't you?

Then, it's goodbye Westminster,

let alone Downing Street.

- Not if I renounce
the viscountcy.

You seem to think that
my political commitment

is opportunistic, don't you?

That it's somehow
inferior to yours

because, of course, you
have the monopoly

on all things moral, don't you?

We only exist as your punch bag.

We're only here

to make you feel better
about yourself.

Let me tell you something.

Delusions of adequacy

are a far cry from the
real thing, Jack.

Jack?

Jack!

(gentle music)

- [Protesters] Heath out!

Heath out!

- We have shown that,
as a Government,

we are ready to be bold
in a good cause.

I hope that the same

will be true of both sides...

We've already shown in practice

that the main aim of
our economic policy...

- Knock, knock.

You all right?

- Just clearing out my room.

- Ah. Oh.

The job at General Electrics,

it looks like I've swung it.

Eh?

- Cool.

- So, I was wondering if I
could stay for a few more days,

until I find some place to live?

- Ah.

Yeah, yeah, no problem.

- Good, thank you.

- Erm.

Why not rent this room?

- Eh?
- I can bunk with Jay.

He's at the hospital
half the time, anyway.

So much for travel
broadening the mind, eh.

It's Jay, man.

He's the same guy
as ever he was.

- Right.

- What shall we say?

Seven quid a week?

Best room in the gaff,
fully furnished.

- Yeah, all right.

Yeah, why not?

- I need, you know, a
couple of weeks advance.

Cash.

- Oh, right. OK.

- Just got a few debts to clear.

I came back for you, I did,

but you'd already
left for the sta--

(door knocking)

Charlie?

Charlie?

You know how I get, when
the old man winds me up.

- [Charlie] Piss off, Jack.

- We're better than
this, aren't we?

- If I needed further proof

of my total irrelevance
to you, today was it.

Whatever this pitiful excuse
for a relationship is,

it's over.

(gentle music)

- Well, sometimes things happen

that open your eyes up
about a person, Charlie.

You know, I've read
about men like Jack.

How selfish, careless
men, like him,

make the best breeders.

It's not even a conscious
thing, it's genetics.

Apparently, they give
off some kind of chemical

that women associate
with danger.

It's why they go for
a man in uniform.

They see him as a protector,
a fighter.

You're like an addict.

Even though you know your
addiction will destroy you,

you just can't say no.

He's your fatal flaw.

Not just because he doesn't
value you or cherish you,

which he doesn't.

But because you sacrifice
the best part of yourself,

your integrity, your
passion, just to be with him.

And as much as you
despise yourself for it,

I despise him more,
for making you feel it.

- Never heard you talk so much.

- Well, maybe you never
listened before.

Are you listening now?

- It's over this time, Victor.

Truly.

- Then, you must move
out of the flat.

We can find somewhere together.

I mean, I can help you
to find a place.

- I'll start looking next week.

When he drove away
and left me there,

I had this...

(gentle music)

Out-of-body thing.

Like I was looking
down on myself.

Everything you say about me.

I saw it.

Not just my hypocrisy,

but my pathetic weakness and...

Trust me, despising myself
barely scratches the surface.

- You can't choose who
you love, Charlie.

Only who not to.

(doorbell ringing)

(door knocking)

- OK, OK, all right.

Connor!

- Somebody downstairs let me in.

Was beginning to think I
had the wrong damn house.

- I don't believe it.

My brother Connor.

Jack.

Go through.

Does Mum know you're here?

What's going on with
you, Connor?

- The Provos have got Declan.

- Declan Quinn from school?

- They think he's an informer.

He joined them after
Bloody Sunday.

We both did.

- You weren't there on that day.

- You didn't need to be there

to know it was cold-blooded
murder.

An obscenity.

They shot them as they
crawled away, Orla.

Lads younger than me.

They shot them in the back
like dogs in the gutter.

- So you take revenge by
killing more innocent people?

Bombing and maiming them?

- This isn't about revenge,
it's about justice.

Anyway, we don't do any
front-line stuff.

We run errands, shift
weapons about.

- Oh, well, then your
hands are clean.

Do the family know?

- They think I'm doing
that motorbike courier job.

Which in a manner of speaking...

- Did he do it? Declan?

Is he a tout?

- The UDR are hand in glove
with the British Army now.

Last week a bunch of
their vigilantes

waited outside his
house for him.

They held him for six days,

tied and hooded to a chair.

No light, no food.

Just enough water
to keep him alive

while they tried to beat
names out of him.

He swears he gave them none.

But the IRA see his release

as a reward for collaborating.

We were in a cafe on
The Derby Road yesterday

when they came for him.

It was just a reflex.

I stepped in.

There was a scuffle.

I lost it.

I lashed out at them and...

They said I was next.

- Well if Declan's done nothing,

they'll let him go, won't they?

- And if he did name names?

- That doesn't make you guilty.

- By association, it does.

I need somewhere to stay,
until the heat is off.

- Wait, let me...

So, say you're right and
the Provos are after you.

What about the family?

Won't they turn the heat on
them to find out where you are?

And if they trace you back here,

this house is full
of people, Connor!

- Sure, they're your family now.

(gentle music)

- That's not fair.

Remember when you were little?

All those rituals you had

to stop the night
gremlins from getting you?

You've always seen shadows
where there are none.

You were just trying
to protect a friend.

They'll get that.

You were loyal.

Loyalty is the one
thing they do get.

- I'm sorry I bothered you.

- Connor...

Connor.

Connor, if you want to
stay, of course...

(door closing)

(gentle music)

- [Radio] Do you really
believe the miners--

- [Orla] Breakfast!

It's getting cold now!

- [Radio] It was only
when we were determined

to go the whole 'og.

We were all on a we
had an overtime ban

and for seven weeks.

And what did we gain?

We gained sweet nothing.

Not only were we facing the
option of petrol rationing,

courtesy of OPEC,

quadrupling the price of oil,

now, we have the miners
and power workers

threatening an overtime ban,

which means a return
to the three-day week

and yet more power cuts.

- Mum?

Mum!

I saw the car, Mum,
I know you're there.

- Is it today you were coming?

I had in mind it was Saturday.

- It is Saturday, Mum.

What is all this stuff?

- My emergency store.

But it collects so
much dust in here.

Your father used to
repair everything.

The vacuum cleaner
or toaster broke,

he knew how to fix them.

- But to buy so many, Mum.

- If one goes wrong,

I won't be caught short, will I?

Oh, that cupboard needs sorting,

if you want to help.

I must get down the shops

before they close.

I've a whole list of,

well spit spot.

Quicker we are, the quicker
we'll be done.

- She has to go back
on the medication, Dad.

On the Lithium.

She won't listen to me.

She wants to have ECT again.

- She knows the risks.

It's her choice.

- It's barbaric.

- If it snaps her out
of her depression--

- Until next time.

- What do your brothers say?

- They've conveniently
absented themselves.

Adam is in Leeds.

Peter is on the road half
the time with his stupid job.

- If I walk back into her life,

it'll just raise false
hopes which...

Well it's just not appropriate,

you must see that.

Maybe she'll turn the
corner this time.

Either way, she's not my
responsibility any more.

That's how it is, I'm sorry.

Come on Harry, shall
we go for a walk?

Hold my hand.

- You don't have to do this.

You could talk to a doctor
or care worker again,

get them to change
your medication.

- This worked last
time, didn't it?

A few months?

When I'm on the medication,
it's like I'm...

Trapped inside my own brain.

I see people in the street,
in the park...

Laughing, happy.

I can't remember what
that feels like.

What feeling anything is like.

- [Nurse] We're ready
for her now.

Open.

Bite hard.

(gentle music)

(phone ringing)

- Jack Walsh.

- [Father] He's gone.

- When?

- This morning.

I had a...

I had a meeting in town.

I wasn't with him.

- [Father] Jack, I
wasn't with him.

I really thought you'd
want to know.

- Dad, I...

(dial tone)

It's called The Social Contract.

It's to be the plank
of Wilson's manifesto.

In return for the TUC
agreeing to wage restraint,

he'll repeal Heath's
Industrial Relations Act,

increase welfare spending,

and expand state control
over key industries.

It's all in there.

- So, in effect, he's
allowing the unions

to dictate Government policy?

Perhaps now Ted will
see where his tactic

of beer and sandwiches
with them ends.

Appeasement is just
another word for surrender.

Thanks, Son.

I'll pop a cheque in the post!

(gentle music)

- Knock-knock.

A nice cup of tea.

- Picasso died today.

- Oh...

Wasn't he ancient?

- He said, "Art is a lie
which makes us see the truth."

All these years, I've
just avoided facing it.

This, painting.

I'm ditching it.

- Ah, no, no.

After all that you went
through to do it?

- It's about talent.

Or lack of.

- Hey, you've got talent, Lilly.

You've got bucket
loads of talent.

- No.

I have a facility, a skill.

It's not the bloody same.

Talent is about insight, vision.

This?

It's sub Francis Bacon!

This?

Warhol.

Bridget Riley.

Hockney.

Other people's vision.

Other people's insight.

You know, I asked a
tutor at art college

how he would define
a great painter,

and he said, "If you
could remove them

"from the history of art
and it go on, unimpeded,

"then they weren't, by
definition, great.

"They were irrelevant."

Do you remember last year,
when I went to India?

I went to find inspiration.

All I found were poverty.

Mine, not theirs.

Thinking if I were a
Maharishi groupie,

the floodgates of creativity

would suddenly, magically open.

- You can still do it.

All right, it might
not be full time,

but you can still do it.

- It was my ticket to ride.

It's served its purpose now.

- So what'll you do?

- You know what they say?

If you can't do it, teach it.

- Oh, well there's
nothing wrong with that.

- Just not how I saw it.

- I'll...

Can I keep this one?

And for the record, Lilly,

you're no failure.

(gentle music)

Do we know what's in it?

- Must be something important,
else why have a safe?

- None of these is any good.

Any tools about?

- Oh, hang on.

Good enough?

- Worth a try.

- There's a tool for every job.

And that, my friend, is not it.

- Ah!

- [Alan] Oh, Bugger!

You all right?

- Oh, shit!
- Let me see.

Here.

Run it under here for a minute.

(gentle music)

You'll live.

Do you want a... er...

Painkiller?

- No, no.

I'm good.

Thanks.

- My god, I wondered
where this had got to.

Your Blue Period.

I remember it well.

I'll put it in the study,
above my desk.

Or better yet, in
the dining room.

- Must we?

- We should have kept in touch.

How hard would it have been?

- Life gets in the way.

- Handy excuse.

- Don't you think I've enough
to beat myself up about

without that too?

- I mean, Victor got passed it,

why can't she?

- He started again,
found somebody else.

Charlie's still stuck
in that place.

- Maybe we all are.

(gentle music)

(police siren blaring)

- Evacuate the area!

Evacuate the area!

(heart beating)

(alarm bell ringing)

(dramatic music)

- Sorry!

- Oh, I forgot, they
gave me this--

- Oh, no, I'll see to it.

I'll just go...
- Oh...

- No, no, it's...

In the meantime,
I prescribe rest.

Lilly?

I know this isn't the time,

but you're the reason I
came back from the States.

You're all I could
think of there.

And...

I know I'm, I'm not
creative like you, but...

It's a scientific fact
that opposites attract.

The north end of one magnet

is attracted to the south
end of another and, and...

Conversely like repels like.

And it's the same
with lightning.

The...

The earth and the clouds...

They, they carry negative
and positive charges

and when they get
too close, they...

They discharge an electric
energy, and...

That's...

That's what it was when,

when we first met.

It, it felt like...

Like being struck by
lightning, and...

I know...

I know you don't feel
that too or...

At least I assume you don't.

But...

Maybe, you know, given time...

(gentle music)

Forget the lightning crap.

What I mean to say, what...

What I mean to say is...

I'll be a safe harbor.

I'll never let anything or
anyone ever hurt you again,
ever.

- Alan, I'm...

I'm damaged goods.

- No, don't say that.

Don't even think it!

- [Lilly Voiceover]
If he turns around,

it's a sign.

I'll say yes.

- [Alan Voiceover]
Don't look back,

she'll think you're weak.

Do not look back.

(dramatic music)

- Some damn reporter
got wind of it

before I could call you

and the Chief Whip waded in.

Come on.

- What was it, Dad?

Heath not deliver the goods?

No plum job on offer in
the cabinet after all?

So you just picked up your ball

and left the park.

- It's really not
that complicated.

I merely saw where my
responsibility lay, that's all.

- I imagine a stately home
and a retinue of servants

would tip the balance.

- Do you think it was
an easy decision?

After all the hard work
I've put in for the Party.

For 15 years!

There are other people
to consider, Jack.

Think of the sacrifices your
mother has made for my career.

Not to mention the duty
I owe to my father.

- What about the
duty you owe me?

- I thought we were
all square on that?

Still, if you're running
short, I...

- I did it for you!

For you!

- I think we both know
why you did it, Jack.

And loyalty has nothing
to do with it.

- Victor.

Drink?

- Please.

So I've marked up a couple
of likely ones for you.

Flats in your price range.

- Oh, great.

- You mentioned it to
any of the others yet?

- Best wait till I've
found somewhere.

How could we miss that?

- Sometimes, we don't see
what's right in front of us,

do we?

- Oi, Alan!

Get us a drink.

Monsieur.

Blimey.

Come back, Leonard Cohen,
all is forgiven.

- How many has he had?

- What's he had, more like.

- [Alan] Right, here we go.

That's for you, there.

That's his.

(guitar strumming

- Just a little change of pace.

Er... Feel free to join in.

OK.

* Now I'm a union man

* Amazed at what I am

* I say what I think
but the company stinks

* Cos I'm a union man

* Oh, you don't get me
I'm part of the union

* You don't get me I'm
part of the union

* Till the day I die

* Before the union did appear

* I'd thought my life
was half as clear

* But I've got the
power in every hour

* And every other
day of the year.

* Oh, you don't get me
I'm part of the union

* You don't get me I'm
part of the union

* Till the day I die

* Till the day I die.

(gentle music)

- [TV] Of high crimes and
misdemeanors in office.

Now to Northern Ireland, where
another IRA execution killing

has taken place in Belfast.

The body was found off the
Shanklin Road this morning.

He'd been shot in the head.

The victim, who is believed
to be an IRA informer,

has been identified as
Connor O'Donnell, aged 24,

from Belfast.

The IRA claimed responsibility
for the killing,

stating only that
O'Donnell was shot

as a British Army informer.

It is one of several IRA
executions in recent...

(Orla sobbing)

(orchestral music)