All language subtitles for This.Town.2024.S01E06.1080p.BluRay.DD+5.1.x264-SbR_track7_[eng]

BARDON: Some people,
when they start, they can't stop.

They say it can be hereditary.

DANTE:
I'm going to throw up.

BARDON:
His dad was an alcoholic.

DANTE: I've decided Estella's
going to sing backing vocals for us.

Attempt number 535.

Yesterday, I get a letter.
Compulsory redundancy them call it.

After 15 years!

I propose we march.

DEUCE: Rover!
- CROWD: Will not die!

DEUCE: Rover!
- CROWD: Will not die!

Before you go,
I wanna give you a little message.

Your mission now is to find out
what the Coventry battalion

are planning to do in London.

If it should turn out that Virgil's
not actually being truthful with us...

Then his guarantor
becomes liable for his mistake.

You and I are going
on a wee trip to London.

BARDON: I no longer just
want this band to work.

I need it to work.

D'you see her arms?
She had needle marks.

MATTY:
You should come to Moseley.

I'll introduce you to some
really interesting people.

SHE ROARS

MUSIC: "Papa Was a Rolling Stone"
by J Robinson, G Agard & S Crooks

# It was the third of September #

# A day I'll always remember,
yes I will #

# Cos it was the day that my daddy died #

MUSIC ECHOES AND FADES

#...I'm depending on you
to tell me the truth #

# Mama just hung her head and said #

# Your papa was a rolling stone #

# Wherever he laid his hat was his home #

# And when he died #

# All he left us was alone #
- INDISTINCT CHATTER

MUSIC: "I Heard It Through
the Grapevine" by The Slits

# Two of a kind you know I love you more #

MUSIC: "Papa Was a Rolling Stone"
by J Robinson, G Agard & S Crooks

Come on in.

We don't bite.

# I never had the chance to see him #

# Never heard nothin'
but bad things about him #

# Mama I'm depending on you
to tell me the truth #

# And Mama just hung her head and said #

# Your papa was a rolling stone, my son #

# Wherever he laid his hat was his home #

# And when he died,
all he left us was alone #

# Singing, Papa was a rolling stone... #

MUSIC: "He's the Greatest Dancer"
by Sister Sledge

# He's the greatest dancer #

# Oh, what, wow #

# That I've ever seen #

# Oh, what, wow #

# He's the greatest dancer #

# Oh, what, wow #

Beer please.

# One night in the disco
on the outskirts of Frisco #

# I was cruisin' with my favourite gang #

# The place was so boring,
filled with out-of-towners touring #

# I knew that it wasn't my thing #

MUSIC: "Papa Was a Rolling Stone"
by J Robinson, G Agard & S Crooks

# Folks say papa used to beg, borrow,
steal to pay his bills #

# Hey, mama #

# Folks say papa never was much on thinking #
- Fucking commie!

Trouble-making, shit- stirring fuck.
- # Spent most of his time #

# Chasing women and drinking #

Nigger!
- # Mama, I'm depending on you #

# To tell me the truth #
- DEUCE YELLS

# And Mama lift up her head and said #

# Your papa was a rolling stone #
- You can't treat me like this!

# Wherever he laid his hat was his home #

SHE BLOWS
- # And when he died... #

Shh!

D'you want to go for a walk?

# Folks say Papa never was
much on thinking #

# Spent most of his time
chasing women and drinking #

# Mama, I'm depending on you
to tell me the truth #

# And Mama just hung her head and said #

# Your papa was a rolling stone #

Dad!

# Wherever he laid his hat was his home #

# And when he died #

# All he left us was alone #

About fucking time!

You don't easily wake up
from what he's been smoking.

Anyone see ya?

I know what I'm doing.
I used to rob houses.

Actually...

I often went to Sutton Coldfield.

ENGINE REVS

INDISTINCT CHATTER

Not in my mum's car.

Does your mum know you've taken her car?

No. She was at rotary.

Rotary... wow.

But I asked my dad if it was OK
and he said yes.

Even though he's dead.

I still talk to my dad, even though
he died two years ago.

Can you ask your dad
if it's OK for me to smoke?

Jeannie...

We're forming a band together

but we don't really know
each other at all, do we?

No.
- Well...

maybe we should.
- So let's do it.

But no crap.

You can only say things
that you can say in one breath.

What colour are you waiting for?

This is important, OK?

My dad's dead.

My mum's taking a lot of medication
for depression and it's hard.

I used to love a girl
in my class but it passed.

I cut myself sometimes.

I really don't want to become my mother.

I used to break into houses
and smoke that shit.

My mum has had
the hardest life imaginable

and I didn't help but I wanna
do something for her one day.

I love her so much...
SHE CHUCKLES

My dad on the other hand...

What about your dad?

I won't waste my breath on him.

If we're telling each other
things about ourselves

I should tell you something important.

Has to be in one breath.

Before the lights go green again
or we'll be here all night.

No, no, it's Dante,
different rules, let him roll.

Fuck the lights.

If our band is successful

and if we get rich

and if I buy a farm

and if for whatever reason I buy a horse...

I will call it Fiona.

Or Jeannie.

THEY LAUGH

MUSIC: "Stand Down Margaret"
by The Beat

# I said stand down, Margaret,
stand down please #

# Stand down Margaret #

# Stand down Margaret, stand down please #

# Stand down Margaret #

DISTANT SIRENS BLARE

Dante, where the fuck have you been?
- We've been rehearsing.

Dante, Dad's been sacked
for misconduct.

So that means no redundancy
when the factory closes.

He's in a bad way, we need to find him.

Are you f...

Is it you giving him this stuff?

It was Jeannie who got him away from it.

Dante, listen.

We need to search the estate,
d'you understand?

I don't think he can make it.

Listen, straighten up, soldier.

JEANNIE:
We'll go with him.

Just tell us where to look.

Listen, take your little
guardian angels to Dad's church.

He might've gone there.

There is a place
he's more likely to be heading.

BANGING ON DOOR

BANGING CONTINUES

Mr Williams. Whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Wire!

Mr Williams, what you doing?

DEUCE RAMBLES
- Mr Williams...

Mr Williams, what you doing?

I need one bottle of rum.

Alright?

Mr Williams, don't do this.

You've come so far.
- Come so far! Which part?

Nobody tell me nothin'
about come far!

Y'know, after 23 years,
them give me dismissal notice.

For violent and disruptive conduct.

Come far!

HE KISSES TEETH
You don't know nothing.

Where's strong drink, Errol?

Mr Williams.

Mr Williams, I remember as a kid,
we all used to laugh at ya

when you were drinking.

They used to make you dance!

Remember what that was like?

For Gregory and Dante
to see you like that.

Errol! Shut your mouth.

You've got Jesus now, Mr Williams.

Fuck the Rover, there're other jobs.

There are no other jobs!

The government is closing down Birmingham.

They're closing it all fucking down.

Just put the bottle down.

Pray.

We'll pray together.

Our Father...

who art in heaven.

Some fucking father I am.

Hallowed be Thy name.

I've forgotten the next bit.

Hallowed be thy name.
Mr Williams, what comes next?

Thy Kingdom come.

Thy will be done.

Please...

Thy will be done.

MUSIC: "Jezahel" by Shirley Bassey

Thy will be done.

Dad?

Dad, where are you?

# Come tomorrow
way down south in St. Amore #

# Whoa, oh, oh #

# Reunited with my love in St. Amore #

# Oh #

Dad!

# Jezahel #

# Jezahel #

# Jezahel #

# Jezahel... #

God?

This is Dante,
and I am of no use.

You have to take care of him.

He says only good things about you.

HE GRUNTS

# Jezahel #

# Jezahel #

# Jezahel #

Thy will be done.

Tell him he doesn't need a job at the Rover.

Dante...

your dad can be our driver.

When we get a van, he can drive
the van and take us to gigs.

I've decided to change the name
of the band.

We're going to be called "Fuck the Factory".

MUFFLED MUSIC PLAYS

So, will you come back with me tonight?

I've got a flat.

I can't tonight.

But I've had a good time.

HE LAUGHS
You mean you like me buying you drinks.

More than that.

Really?

D'you even know who I am?

No.

Who are you?

I'm someone who really shouldn't be here.

So am I.

Listen, I've got a place.

I live with a friend.

OK.

Have you got a piece of paper and a pen?

Yeah.

OK.

Flat five.
- Mm-hm.

17 Winstanley Gardens. Camden.

Top bell. It's by the canal.

How romantic.

Yeah. I'll be there Friday night.

Do I get a goodnight kiss?

I have to go.

OK.

Uh, I'll see you on Friday... at ten.

Yeah, Friday at ten.

OK.

DOOR SLAMS

He's barred.

How much has he had?

That's a lot of rum after how many years?

Four years.

The devil waits his moment
like a sniper on a roof.

Your family, Virgil.

Your fucking family.

Don't talk about my family, Wire.
Don't fucking ever talk about my family.

When you were a kid, running around
the estate like a wild fucking dog

my mum cooked you egg and chips

and my dad chased away
the men who had use for wild boys.

Yes, my family is broken right now,
but I will fix it.

I will fucking fix it.

Virgil's got a plan.

Yeah. Virgil does have a fucking plan.

You know Robbie Carmen's after you now,
as well as the RA?

Come on, Dad, let's get out of here.

You're good.

It's one of them dreams again.

Did you hear me, Virgil?

The RA have threatened to blow up
Robbie Carmen's new club

if you turn out bad

because it was him
who recommended ya.

Yeah, well you can tell Robbie Carmen,
I'm almost done.

And there will be no bombs in Birmingham.

You can tell him,
I have a soldier carrying out a mission

and after that, I will be done.

Thy will be done.

Thanks for trying though.

Come on.

Come on.

Bardon, I swear to God,
what a place this Soho is.

Just sitting here

I've seen some sights
I'm not gonna forget.

Is it done, son?

It's definitely him?

Yeah, it was him.

And you made the arrangement?

He'll be by the canal on Friday?

Friday night, ten o'clock.

And when he's by the canal,
your people can put a bullet in his head.

Not my people, our people.

And then his body will be
taken away with the rubbish.

I'm so sorry I had to put you
through that, Bardon.

You know what? He was OK.

He was what, now?

He's a human being.

You know what he is.

What is he?

He's one of the engineers
of the strategy starving our heroes

to death in the fucking H Blocks!

Another good man dead two days ago.

He's a member of the British government
and that makes him a legitimate target.

High Command has realised
that blowing up property

and killing their soldiers has no effect.

You have to kill them.

And then they'll fucking
hear it go off, alright.

And you have played your part

in a volley of return fire
from their murderous onslaught.

You know in the club...

in the flashing lights...

the fucking awful disco music...

on the dance floor, I saw Nan.

I saw Nan standing there, staring at me

as I laughed and joked with a man

whose death I was arranging...

and organising...

and making certain...

and she looked at me.

And she turned and walked away.

MUSIC: "One I Love"

It's morning, son.

You did well.

Let's head back to Coventry
before the traffic starts.

# If they can part the sand from the sea #

# Then they can part my true love from me #

# One, I love #

# Two, she loves #

# Three, she's true to me #

Ba.

What?

Everywhere God lives,
there are brilliant acoustics.

He must really love music.

DOOR OPENS

GREGORY:
OK, Dad, Dante.

I will be quick

but I need to speak to both of ya.

I will speak to you on behalf of myself

and on behalf...

of our mother.

Yeah, hang your fucking heads.

Gregory, mind your language
in this place--

Says the betrayer of all promises.

Look up...

cos I'm going to tell you both your future.

Our future.

OK, Mum...

take a look at your husband

and your son.

Some little fucking caterpillar
in our family DNA

sometimes sprouts wings,
turns into a moth

that flies into the night and leads
our bloodline into danger and addiction.

Dante.

You first.

Before God...

tell Mum what you've been
doing to yourself.

I smoked.

If I hear you say you smoked ganja,
me a' gone kill ya' now.

Not ganja actually, Dad.

It was from the garden,
but I think it was heroin.

Hold on, you smoked what?

I'll kill you even more--

Pot. Kettle. Black.

Sit down, Dante.

Tell Mum what you did last night.

Brenda, my beautiful darling I, um...

I broke a vow I made on your eternal soul.

GREGORY:
You are a joke.

And Dante, you are a joke.

I also am a joke...

made hilarious
by my many contradictions.

But the joke is over.

After Dad's arrest, I stayed up
two nights and I wrote a song

about what happened.

About people like us,
about who we are, and how we live.

I'm joining the band.

I'll work behind the scenes
to make sure the band's successful.

Gregory, are you sure you wrote this?

"On the bridge
his frozen hand is writing truth."

Is that about me?
- I will also make sure

that nobody gives you any substances
that may clip the wings

of such a beautiful butterfly.

And we do this without the woman
who gave dope to Dante.

We fire the drummer, yes?

Agreed.

If we're taking votes,
we need Bardon here.

Bardon is busy but he will be back.

How do you know that?
- Band rule number one.

We don't ask questions
about what I know and how I know it.

But Bardon will be back.

DEUCE:
I don't really sing, and...

I don't play no instrument,
me's too old for all of this.

What am I going to do?

It's all been decided.

Dad...

you're going to drive the van.

And um...

Estella is going to be
a part of this as well?

Your new love is our heart and soul.

And I think there will be times
ahead that you need her.

ESTELLA SINGS:
# Don't worry #

GREGORY:
Need each other.

# About a thing #

GREGORY:
Protect you from the sniper on the roof.

# Cos every little thing
is gonna be alright #

# Singing don't worry #

# About a thing #

# Cos every little thing
is gonna be alright #

# Rise up this mornin' #

# Smiled with the risin' sun #

# Three little birds #

# Pitch by my doorstep #

# Singing sweet songs #

# Of melodies pure and true #

# Singing,
this is my message to you #

# Singing don't worry, about a thing #

# Cos every little thing
is gonna be alright #

# Singing don't worry #

# About a thing #

# Cos every little thing #

# Is gonna be alright... #

# Rise up this mornin' #

# Smiled with the risin' sun #

Nan, I swear to you this is the end of that,
and the start of something new.

# Three little birds, pitch by my doorstep #

# Singing sweet songs #

# Of melodies pure and true #

# Singing,
this is my message to you #

What's that?

A time and a place.

They used me to set up a hit on an MP.

Cabinet Secretary for Northern Ireland.

The London battalion heard that Coventry
had a pretty boy in their ranks.

I betrayed a man with a kiss.

Like Judas.

What will the branch do
with that information?

They'll make sure
the honourable member of parliament

doesn't attend the rendezvous.

So well done.

You saved a life.

If the MP doesn't turn up, the RA
will know that Coventry has an informant.

They already know.

They know because I told them.

I told them they have an informant
by the name of Lemongrass.

A name that I made up myself.

And when the hit fails to happen

that'll be me saying "I told you so".

That was the bait.

Now for the hook.

What hook?

When they're sure
that Lemongrass exists

they'll want me to tell them
who Lemongrass is.

What name will you give?

Whoever the branch want me to name.

Whoever you name
will get a bullet in the head.

I'd say that's a fair assumption.

What if they ask you to name me dad?

The British government will have
no interest in disposing of your dad.

They wanna keep your dad in place
because, according to his file

he's emotional, vulnerable
and kind of fucking useless.

If the work we've done is enough

then you and me can start
focusing on the F.T.F.

What's the F.T.F?

It's the new name of our band.

"Our" band?

Yeah. I heard your tapes.

You're good. But I realise,
you need a grown up.

We started the band
so we didn't have to grow up.

The name of our band is "Fuck the Factory".

Let me guess.

Dante's idea?

Dante's idea.

And you're our frontman.

If your pretty face is good enough
for the IRA then...

it's good enough
for Top of the Pops.

I'll take this information to the branch

and argue that we've served our purpose.

Go home, Bardon.

You're done.

Can leave the fishing tackle behind.

Hopefully you and me
never have to go fishing, ever again.

Hopefully.

Did you catch anything, son?

No.
- I think you did.

Who are you?

I think you're a very
good fisherman, young man.

I'm sure we'll meet again.

GUITAR STRUMS

Listen to this.

# Down and down below #

# Into the hole, where people go #

# When they don't know #

# How to hold onto the edges anymore #

# Up and up I need #

# To be somewhere
that I can breathe #

# I've got to leave #

# Cos I've got things I've got to be #

That's it.

That's all I've got so far.

"Fuck the Factory"?

Really?

I was going to call us "M6" but I didn't
want to bring my religion into it.

I don't know why I try and have
normal conversations with you, Dante.

So Fiona has joined.

She's pretty good at the bass.

But someone else has left.

Who?

Who's left?

You didn't listen
to the words of the song, did you?

I have quite a lot on my mind.

The song is called,
"Farewell to Matty and Her Flowers".

No drug addicts allowed in the band.

What about people that get people killed?

I don't know, ask Jeannie.

She seems to have a lot of rules.

And with Fiona on bass on her side,
they are pretty much in charge of everything.

Except for words.

Let's try this song about Matty.

BAND PLAYS

# Down and down below #

# Into the hole where people go #

# When they don't know #

# How to hold
onto the edges anymore #

# Up and up, I need #

# To be somewhere where I can breathe #

# I've got to leave #

# Cos I've got things I've got to be #

# You and I are just the same #

# In how we don't belong #

# But we don't belong together #

# So I'm gone, gone, gone

# I stare into the traffic #

# Like it's your eyes across the bar #

# I see the world has gotta see #

# Into every scar #
- # Into every scar #

# All I can see
it's pulling at the strings #

# Of all the things #

# That make you do
the darkest dance #

# I waited round
till I missed my chance #

# You and I are just the same #

# In how we don't belong #

# But we don't belong together #

# So I'm gone, gone, gone #

Never again.

No need, never again.

# So wish me luck #

# I could try climb down there
and pick you up #

# But if I'm not strong enough
we'll both be fucked #

# Both be fucked #

# You and I are just the same #

# In how we don't belong #

# But we don't belong together #

# So I'm gone, gone, gone #

I was told she had a visitor.

I had an ugly picture in my head

but now I see it is real.

Eamonn,
we cannot talk with a gun between us.

She is... my... wife.

No.

Not a wife.

A woman in exile.

I am exiled, Eamonn.

I am here in the bucket beside
the motorway where you threw me.

You filth.

Eamonn.
- Hush.

I will speak.

I have someone.

You are a volunteer, Eamonn.

You choose the cause over yourself every day
and I respect your choice.

Now you can shoot me
or shoot him.

Someone will be dead.

The battalion will disown you for
using a weapon for trivial purposes

and bringing attention on yourself.

I don't want your men watching
my place of exile anymore.

Stand them down and leave me alone.

We have made our choices.

Go and fight for your country.

Go and fight
for the men who died of hunger.

Don't fight for the mother of your son.

HE MURMURS

Eamonn...
- I will!

GUNSHOT

There.

You've spoken with your true voice.

Now get out.

DOOR SLAMS

On a scale of one to ten,
how badly do you want a drink right now?

Ten.

Twenty.

A hundred.

So let's get dressed, get in your van

and drive to where our children are.

We can occupy our minds
with their silly adventures.

You alright?

HE SIGHS

SHE SIGHS

Got a note...

pushed through my door...

saying stay away.

For the record,
to whoever wrote the note...

SHE CHUCKLES

...the word "narcotics" ends in an "ics".

Doesn't end with an "X".

It looks cool written that way.

Would be a good name for a band, no?

Dante...

I'm sorry.

I've come here because, uh...

I really like the music you play.

Dante, I really...

I love the songs you write.

So, I've done a bit of gardening.

I've cleared out the weeds.

I've been clean for six days.

How did you even know
we were rehearsing tonight?

I come here every night
since I got the note.

Get the bus. Hitchhike back.

OK. Let's take a vote.

Alright, well before you vote
I just I want to point out--

Those who want her out, raise their hand.

I want to point out...

that most of the songs this band sings...

they're about redemption.

This band's a lifeboat for every one of you.

Is for me as well.

May I make a suggestion?

You record a song with Matty

and then compare it to a song
you've recorded without her.

Then based on the strength
of what we hear, we take a vote.

Agreed.

DOOR SLAMS

We'll do "Pelicans".

Sorry we're late.

The traffic was terrible.

"Pelicans".

OK.

# I've never been the look of me #

# Inside is everything #

# A universe of Pelican #

# A universe of Pelican #

# My skin is skeleton #

# Never added up to what I'm carrying #

# A desert sun, a city wind #

# Inside I'm everything #

# Big beak #

# Swallow the world when I speak #

# Big beats, running away from my feet #

# Don't let them see you're scared #

# They don't know anything #

# Feet in the dirt, two feet in the dirt,
two feet in the dirt #

# Too long I want
my feathers in the wind #

# Big beak #

# My big beak #

# My big beak #

# My big beak #

Let him get closer.

Can't be sure.

No. It's not him.

# Whaaa-aaaa-aaa #

# Whaaa-aaaa-aaa #

# Whaaa-aaaa-aaa! #

SHE ROARS

Two hours late.

He's not gonna come.

He was never gonna come.

Virgil, you have really fucked up this time.

I mean really fucked up.

It's looking good in here though.

You're in so much shit.

Don't let them see you're scared.

Virgil.

You know these people.

I do know these people.

But do we know you?

Can I tell this fuck?

Can I tell him what's inside the briefcase?

Why not?

It'll concentrate his mind.

But I'm guessing inside the briefcase

there's 20 to 30 pounds
of plastic Semtex explosive.

An alarm clock, some wires and a detonator.

And the time is probably set
to a very scary time.

Sometime very close.

Ten minutes from now.

They are punishing me for recommending you.

You have 15 minutes, Virgil.

Or Gregory. Soldier or spy.

Informant or grass
or whatever the fuck you are.

It's 14 minutes now.

Speak to them

and please tell me you know
what the fuck they are talking about.

I know what they're talking about.

Lemongrass.

An important operation went wrong.

We want his name.

Give us the fucking name
of the informant

or we walk out of here
and let the suitcase blow.

Mr Carmen, before I speak
to our friends from Sparkhill

I'd like an assurance from you.

What the fuck are you talking about?

Clock is ticking, Virgil.

What assurance?

All over town there are posters
advertising your opening night.

And there is a band I'd like
to be added to the line-up.

Somewhere near the top.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Yes or no, Mr Carmen?

Yes. Yes. Fucking yes.
I'll put them on the bill.

Just give them the fucking name!

Is that it?
- That's it.

And if you'd like, gentlemen, if this is
a conventional set up with no surprises

I'll disable the mechanism for ya.

Virgil, no!

Somewhere near the top
of the bill please, Mr Carmen.

MUSIC: "Rock And Roll"
by The Velvet Underground

# Jenny said when she was just
five years old #

# There was nothing happening at all #

# Every time she puts on a radio #

# There was a nothin', nothin' at all #

# Then one fine mornin' she puts on
a New York station #

# She couldn't believe
what she heard at all #

# She started dancin'
to that fine, fine music #

# You know her life was saved
by rock 'n' roll #

# Despite all the computations #

# You know dance to a rock 'n' roll station #

# And it was alright #

# It was alright #

TYRES SCREECH

# Jenny said when she was just
five years old #

# There's nothing happening at all #

# Yeah, every time she put on the radio #

# There was nothing goin' down at all #

# One fine mornin' she put on
a New York station #

# And she couldn't believe
what she heard at all #

# She started dancin'
to that fine, fine music #

ON RADIO: # You know her life was saved
by rock 'n' roll #

# Despite the computations #

# You could dance
to a rock 'n' roll station #

God, if you'd told me where we were going,
I'd put sensible shoes on.

SHE SCOFFS

What, are we shooting pigeons now?

GUNSHOT

BIRDS CAW

DANTE (VO): This is the last 20 seconds
before we get famous.

Before the ovation
and the "which one betrays us".

All aboard for penthouse floors,
cocaine bores, metropolitan whores.

The Who, The Stones, The Doors.

They all fold their arms and say

"Go on then, show us."

Escaping fuck-all without kicking a ball.

Words in chains, tunes like rain.

You resign yourself to the fucking shelf.

But someone comes along,
heard your song, tells you you're wrong.

I know it's you, Mum.

I smell your perfume,
in this smoky dressing room.

I hear the sound of you singing Motown.

We're on the top bunk, Dad's still drunk.

Shouting, smoking.
You pretending he's joking.

That's what this is.

A forgotten memory.

Right, are you fuckers ready?

Ready.
- Ready.

Yeah, we're ready.

Right, let's go.

Right...

DANTE (VO):
After all this time, coming back to me.

When it was you and me,
and I was three

and you said I could be
whatever in the world I wanted to be.

So now watch me, Mum.

After "one, two, three", it's live on stage.

Fuck the factory.

So now, we all say farewell
to who we used to be.

CROWD WHISTLES

Ladies and gentlemen.

I wanna introduce some stage virgins

their first ever live appearance

all the way from Coventry.

CROWD CHEERS AND JEERS

And Chelmsley Wood Estate.

CROWD CHEERS

And look, I can't believe
that this is their name

but this is actually their name.

Ladies and gentlemen

please give a big
Birmingham welcome for...

Fuck the Factory!

CROWD CHEERS

INSTRUMENTS TUNING UP

Ba!
- VOICE IN CROWD: Ba!

CROWD CHUCKLES

Ba!
- VOICE IN CROWD: Ba!

Ba!
- VOICES IN CROWD: Ba!

Ba!
- CROWD: Ba!

Ba!
- Ba!

Ba!
- Ba!

Ba!
- Ba!

Ba! Ba!
- Ba! Ba!

Ba!
- Ba!

Ba!
- Ba!

Ba! Ba!
- Ba! Ba!

Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba!
- Ba! Ba! Ba! Ba! Ba!

ALL:
Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba!

CROWD CHEERS

Ba!

We are Fuck the Factory.

We don't fucking care.

CROWD WHISTLES AND CHEERS

Here is a song about our town.

This Town.

CROWD CHEERS

Hope you like it.

One, two, three, four!

MUSIC STARTS

# Be what you want
unless you come from here #

# Get what you can,
or get used to nothing #

# Fire all over the city #

# Fire all over the city
- Don't care what you do #

# Just do something #

# Reach for the sky,
unless the sky's burning #

# Bullets like eyes in the dark #

# Knives like hands in your guts #

# Searching #

# Keep dancing, don't stop the dance #

# Say what you like
unless the wrong person is listening #

# Then you better keep your mouth closed #

# What you can't hold down,
what you can't hold down #

# Sooner or later, it will all explode #

# Be what you want
unless you come from here #

# Get what you can or get used to nothing #

# Fire all over the city #

# I don't care what you do,
just do something #

# If I'm getting out
- I'm getting out #

# Then you're coming with me #

# You're coming with me #

# If I'm going in
- I'm going in #

# Then you're coming with me #

# You're coming with me #

# If I'm getting out #

# I'm getting out #

# Then you're coming with me #

# You're coming with me #

# We don't leave nobody behind #

# Forget what they tell you
about this town #

# This town 's sinking #

# Never to be found #

# You can hear the sound
of the children thinking #

# How can I get out before
everybody drowns? #

# But I got a way, sing with me #

# I know the way #

# Make enough noise, they will hear us #

# Kicking up the dust in the distance #

# Spin the whole city,
make it all disappear #

# Say what you like about this town #

# This town's mine, I love her
and I'll never let go #

# This town's magic,
harder to shake than a bad habit #

# And she's taught me everything I know #

# I, I go the way you lead me #

# I go the way,
come follow me into the sound #

# Kicking up the dust in the distance #

# Raise it all up #

# When they burn it all down #

# If I'm getting out
- If I'm getting out #

# Then you're coming with me
- You're coming with me #

# If I'm going in
- If I'm going in #

# Then you're coming with me
- You're coming with me #

# If I'm getting out #

# If I'm getting out #

# Then you're coming with me #

# You're coming with me #

# We don't leave nobody behind #

CROWD CHEERS

CROWD ROARS

FRANTIC DRUMROLL

CYMBAL CRASHES
- CROWD CHEERS

CROWD CHANTS:
Fuck the Factory! Fuck the Factory!

MUSIC: "Wonderful World,
Beautiful People" by Sekou

# Wonderful world, beautiful people #

# You and your girl, things could be pretty #

# But underneath this there is a secret #

# That nobody can reveal #

# Take a look at the world #

# And the state that it's in today #

# I am sure you'll agree #

# We all could make it a better way #

# Instead of fussing and fighting #

# Cheating but biting... #