Give us a shout when you're in.
Okay... okay!
Not worth getting out of bed for.
Go away! A tenner for two hours work's not bad, is it?
We'll be back home before the kids go to school.
Why can't we get involved in laying it?
We'd make a few more bob out of that.
He's got another gang there doing it, that's why.
He's got a couple of gangs working for him then, has he?
Got loads fellas working for him.
He has one gang cutting it, one gang laying it.
But he's got gangs all over the bloody country.
Does loads of work, you know, Dixie.
You'd think he'd have a decent van... Jesus Christ!
What does he want a decent van for, for bloody old soil and wheelbarrows and spades!
That's pushed my piles back about a fortnight.
All right, let's get these shovels moving here.
Eh, where are we?
The Con Club.
Conservative Club? /Yeah.
We're not nicking their fucking turf, are we?
You're not a Tory, are you? /No.
Well what are you worried about then?
Yeah, the caretaker lives miles away, there's no problem...
all you've got to do... is heads down... arses up...
let's get into gear and make a couple of bob, come on...
Here you are, Kevin Keegan.
You get over here and take this corner...
Hurry up...
What am I going to do?
Roll them over and take them back to the wagon...
Come here...
Keep in a straight line, make them about a foot long...
so you can roll them up like a carpet...
Here you are, dopey arse, you get over here.
Now go in sections as fast as you can...
a couple of barows and we're up the road, all right!
Now come, Dean, hurry up, lad, will you!
Too early for this sort of stuff for me. I've got a bad back.
Hey you, can't you keep up with me here or what?
Oh, keep them neat, will you, lad...
come on, Tommy just make it safe there...
Oi!
Oh no!
Communist bastards!
We can pick up a roller from a scrap-yard dirt cheap.
All you want then is a roll of twine, a couple of pegs...
couple of banjoes, a plank, a wheelbarrow and a rake.
We're on our way.
Yeah, to do the businesses properly.
Now, it all depends if I get my hands on a van.
Just put an advert in the local paper.
And I'll need me phone putting in.
Correct. As soon as a local punter rings up...
I go down, measure the job...
go nick the turf, lay it down, get paid all in the same day.
You ever done it before?
Dead easy, lad, like laying carpet tiles, isn't it?
Just make sure the underneath's dead flat.
Where do we get the turf from?
Parks, gardens, cemeteries...
And Conservative Clubs!
Well that's the best quality stuff.
We get a few extra bob for that, don't we?
But I've got to get a van.
Where we going to get a van from?
To ensure tenancy arrangement under the private landlords...
So, where does the difference come in?
The difference is you've got no you've got no protection...
If you get any problems at all, give us a shout.
Yeah, okay.
Hello, Bob. /Hello, Jimmy.
This is my son-in-law, Bob.
Pleased to meet you...
This is Ken Rider, councillor.
Second prize again, eh?
I hope you got it fighting for the working class.
I've got to go now.
Give us a ring. /Nice one.
No problem.
All right, son.
Listen...
I'm after a van. You don't know anyone, do you?
A van?
Yeah, nothing fancy.
Have you got the money?
Depends on the price.
But without a van I can't work.
Er... hang on, I'm sure there's a card come in yesterday.
Cheers, Jimmy.
Yeah... this is it.
This is it.
Only come in yesterday this, Bob.
Let's look at that. Two-sixty!
Well he won't rip you off, you know...
you know Cliff, don't you?
Cliff... oh, is that the little guy always wears a boiler suit full of grease?
Lives on Hollins.
I'll give that a look at, cheers.
You're looking a mess, you know, son.
I feel a mess.
Listen, what did this Communion dress cost you?
Oh, has our Anne been talking?
Anne hasn't mentioned it, son.
Young Coleen's been coming around telling me all about it...
and I put two and two together...
you know, it must have cost you a bomb.
Yeah, a good few quid, yeah.
But I'll manage.
Aye, so I see. Look. /No, you look!
I've got a lot of respect for you, Jimmy...
but this is none of your business.
Bobby... we're family.
Look, I got meself in this mess, I'll get meself out.
Not through the Church you won't, son.
What's the Church got to do with it?
Because you're looking for answers and there isn't any...
because they're part of the problem.
Look, you've got your beliefs...
I've got mine. Okay?
No, what you've got is fear.
And five Hail Marys ain't going to help what ails you.
Because all this religious mumbo-jumbo...
all it does is tire your mind and stop you thinking for yourself.
Look, Jimmy, the last thing I need right now is a lecture.
Or a sermon.
No what you need is a job and there aren't any.
Oh, now tell us something I don't know.
When you're a worker, it 'rains stones' seven days a week.
And then it pisses down on me.
Ah, not only on you, Bob...
you see, you're walking around with this individual guilt...
and this is what they want. It's destroying you.
God knows, you know, given half the chance I know you're a grafter.
It's not done us much good, though, has it?
We never invented the system, son...
but it's up to us to change it.
What's that? /Slanging match.
Smack-heads!
But she can't be any more than fifteen.
You've got my ring!
I haven't, Ellen! I haven't got your ring!
Well you've got me money then, haven't you?
No! Cos I want to score tonight as well.
You're a liar! You're a liar!
I need to score tonight. You know for a fact...
What chance have they got?
You know, one or two might slip through the net...
but for the rest of them, it's, you know, it's mapped out...
it's all cut and dried.
They've got no work...
no hope...
it's all despair.
All the they've got is crime, booze, drugs...
families just breaking up.
And do you know, it could be a lovely estate to live on.
Do you know, we're like punch drunk fighters hammering at each other...
instead of us getting together and sharing around the power for us to make all the changes...
and that's all it is in a nutshell, the rest is propaganda.
It'll do about thirty to the gallon on the road.
Let's have a look round here...
Hang on, hang on a minute, Tommy...
Well, you have a look. I'll have a look here.
Yeah, but Tommy...
Oh, come on Cliff, play the game, look at the bloody bodywork, son.
What's wrong with that?
Jesus Christ, there's more filler here than on Barbara Cartland's face!
There's some spots of fillers...
Look at that, the tyres are bleedin' baldy.
They're remoulds.
Yeah?
Yeah, well, you don't see the tread with remoulds, do you.
You're joking, aren't you!
I've seen more rubber on a bleedin' French letter!
You must have a big French letter.
You've got new tyres on the front!
Hey, Cliff... I'm having it.
Right, how are you having it, then?
Is there any chance of us, er... knocking the price down?
Oh, here we go now, knock it down!
How many owners has it had?
Owners! Only one owner!
Who was it, fucking Ben Hur? /Who's Ben hur?
Come on, Cliff!
Does he live on the Estate?
Cliff, Cliff... I'm buying the thing, right?
Can we knock it down to two hundred?
How can you do that, I've got to make some money...
He's lost his mother! I'm going to lose my wife if I sell it for any less than that.
Two hundred?
No, two sixty, and that's it.
Cliff, I haven't got that amount of money on me.
What about if we can come to some sort of deal?
Can I pay you weekly...
So you're paying half the price of the two sixty, right?
And a tenner a week.
Can you manage that? I don't want any pissing about.
If you say a tenner a week, I want it.
Mum! Dad's got a new van!
I'm going downstairs and see him.
Hey, dad! /Coleen...
Yeah, look at this!
What! Is is this ours! /Like it?
Yeah, it's great, isn't it?
Come on, let me show you the inside.
What do you think?
That's ours? /Yeah, it's not bad, is it?
Why didn't you tell me you were getting a van?
It came out of the blue. A bargain, two sixty. Snatched his hand off.
Two sixty?
Look, the bloke I'm getting it off is a mate of mine.
And he says I can pay him back bit-by-bit once I start earning the money.
Ah, come on, this is us, kid, we're on our way up now.
I can start earning wages with this.
In fact, I've already pulled one little job on the way down.
Yeah? /Moving a little bit of furniture...
so it's a start.
Oh, it's got to be right, this.
It's going to make it for us. So what do you reckon?
Well, it could do with a bit of a clean, couldn't it?
Bit of elbow grease and it'll be fine, this.
Dad, when can we have a ride in it?
Later love, later. But for now...
you can sit in the driver's seat and play with the steering wheel.
There you go. Get in there. Have a go on the steering wheel.
Hey, can earn some money with this, love.
Brilliant!
Ta-ta, love...
Hello, Gilbert.
Hello, Bob. Are you all right?
Yeah, fine. Better now.
I know what you mean, mate, yeah.
Yeah, see you later then, Bob.
You little shithead! /I was going to pay you!
Oh, yeah! Were you?
I've got the money! I was going to pay you!
I've got the money!
I want it now!
I've got it!
You never give me a chance.
When you borrow money, you pay it back.
Right. /Right!
And never mind spending it at bookies.
Look, we want this every week...
Right... /Every week.
You owe a lot of money! /Right! Right!
Don't spend it in the bookies...
I'm warning you! /I won't!
A warning! /Okay...
Oh, yes... part time cleaners...
evening shifts for city centre.
Mmm... that looks all right, doesn't it, where is it?
Oh, Stretford.
Waste of time, isn't it, that?
Travel'd be a week's wages, wouldn't it?
See if there's anything else.
"Returning to work..."
Mum?
Yeah?
Can I have some money to go to the chippy, please?
Oh, he's always after money, our Sean. Come here.
Ta.
Um...
Right, I want some change.
Okay...
I shouldn't be too long, right. I'll be home in a bit.
Mum... can I play out... /Come straight home, bye.
Yeah, of course you can. Put your coat on.
"...earn pounds at home. Experienced machinists required...
for making baby buggy hoods and aprons."
Aye, I wonder how much that is?
It's usually cash in hand.
I used to get 12p an apron...
and if I really was good, you know, disciplined myself and put the hours in...
I'd get between ten and twelve quid a day.
Sounds like it'd do us, that.
You've got to be fast.
I've not sewed in ages.
Soon get back into the swing of things, don't you.
Eh, mum... /Yeah... yeah?
An ambulance has just pulled up outside Mrs Whittaker's house
and the people in the chippy said that she's took an overdose...
Let's have a look.
You know, it doesn't surprise me, this.
She got caught for doing the meter.
Did she? /Yeah, about three weeks ago.
You know, it gets you like that, dunnit?
Yeah, but throwing the towel in's not the answer, is it?
She's got three kids, for Christ's sake.
Mmm... it's funny how we start off, innit, with all these big ideas...
and you realise that things aren't going to change...
Well... no...
Like Bob's prospects.
When's he going to get a job?
Well, Tommy's like that, he's been trying for ages, he's give up now.
Do you know...
I'll live and die in that flat and nobody'll even know.
But at least you're not on your own, are you?
I reckon we should go out one night...
and get ourselves a couple of sugar daddies.
Do you reckon? /Yeah...
Isn't it gorgeous? /It's lovely.
She looks like a princess. /It's lovely, isn't it?
Go on, Coleen, give us a twirl.
Oh, yeah... now walk up and down.
Put your hands together as if you're going to the altar.
Oh, she looks great.
Twenty, thirty, forty, fifty, sixty, seventy...
seventy-five, eighty, ninety, a hundred...
and four pounds. I'll just get your change.
Keep close to the edge, love.
No, you're going too far away from the edge.
You're wasting too much material, love.
You've got to keep that edge, keep it closer to the edge.
Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa, love! Come on!
You're running riot!
Try and keep as close to...
I don't want any wastage at all, love.
What did you work on before?
Um... kid's coats.
Kid's coats! My God, I bet you had a lot of waste on them.
Go on, then...
whoa!
What?
Listen, love...
...keep your edges together. I want to keep it close.
Lift your foot. Lift the foot.
It's you, you make me nervous.
You're making me ner... you're making me nervous, love...
...look at that wastage on that material.
Can make a belt out of that.
Just try...
I'll be all right once I get...
Have you got a machine at home? /No, not yet.
You haven't got one at home! /No...
Well how do you expect to sew?
Er... I'm going to hire one.
Well, I can't be working on that, love. We need a job...
...whoa, whoa, whoa whoa!
Girl! Bloody hell! Gift the thing up!
No, I'm sorry, love. /What?
I'm sorry, love. You haven't got a clue, have you really, love?
Er, yeah. I'll try again...
Come on, love. /Why?
I haven't got time to train you, love.
Well, give me a chance.
No, go and practice on somebody else's material, lovey.
What? /Off you go...
here's your coat. /When I'm at home I'll be all right.
Never mind. Off you go.
When you've got some experience, come back.
Off you go. Go on, love, go on.
Wasting my bloody time, they do.
They haven't got a clue about bloody sewing machines!
Right...
I've got everything for the mince pies, so I'm all right for that. All right?
Yeah.
Um... want some bread. /How many loaves?
Two. Two loaves.
Will that be enough?
Yeah. Yeah, I've got a bit in.
Um...
Boiled ham.
Get some salmon paste... yeah?
Salmon paste...
Yeah, Coleen likes that, doesn't she?
A big bag of crisps.
Oh, coke...
What about the booze?
What about it?
Have to get a bottle of whisky.
Don't have to get a bottle nothing.
I do. That bloody brother-in-law of yours is coming.
I'm not having that Tory-faced pillock saying he never got a drink in my house.
Don't be daft.
Give over. You know what he's like.
What's up?
Nothing, love. Nothing.
Well, can you get a move on?
Yeah, I'll see you later /AII right. See ya.
Yeah. Ta-ta, love.
Here we are. Get it from here.
Excuse me. Have you got a cake with icing on, please?
Is that big enough?
Yeah, that'll be fine, that. Yeah.
Is that the lot or have you got to get anything else?
Sausage meat...
Fancy a little bet?
You what?
I got a couple of tips last night of Keith in the Carters' Arms.
Go halves with me for a Yankee bet?
Keith?
At the Carters'!
Oh, sod Keith and the bets, mate, listen...
I'm up to me neck in the shit.
What with?
Have a look at that.
Oh, bloody hell, lad...
how much?
You all right? /Yep.
Can you get that for me?
Your daddy in, sweetheart? /No, me mum is.
Mrs Williams? /What are you doing?
Nice to meet you, love.
Look, you don't just come barging in somebody's house...
Fucking shut it!
You got a dickhead for a husband and he owes me money...
You can't just come in me house.
...lots of it!
Do you mean Bob?
Ted, go up fucking stairs. Have a look upstairs.
You're not going up me stairs. I've not got anything.
No, you're not going up!
Get out!
Where is he?
Look, get your...
Where is he?
I don't know where he is. Get him down my stairs now!
I told you, he owes me money.
Let me tell you the shit you're in!
Tell your mate to get downstairs...
He borrowed a hundred and fifty pounds. It's there in black and white.
Look, he's not in. All right.
He borrowed a hundred and fifty!
Look... /Shut up!
The people he borrowed it from...
maintained it was for a Communion dress or something for a young girl.
Probably that little girl there, was it?
Paid four weeks, then pissed off.
Get out, will you!
Done the vanishing act.
He's not here!
But not from me, he doesn't!
I bought the debt!
Look, he's not here, so you...
And now he owes me! And I get fucking paid.
Don't come mithering me about it, I don't know anything about it.
Altogether it's two hundred and eighty-five pound.
Will you tell him to...
Two hundred and eighty five pound, love, please.
Two hundred... I've not got two hundred and eighty-five pound!
How much have you got?
Nothing.
You must have something.
I've not got anything!
You must have something in the house.
Oh, can you stop him!
You just stop it in there!
Anything upstairs, Ted?
Look, he's gone and messed me kitchen up.
Ted, anything upstairs!
No, fuck all!
Let's have a look at your fingers.
No. You're not looking at my fingers...
Let me have a look at your fingers! /What for?
Hold your fucking hands out! /No!
Hold your hands out!!
Take the rings off. /No!!
Take the rings off.
This is me wedding ring.
Pretty daughter, isn't it, that?
You just leave her alone, and just get out!
Do you want her to stay pretty?
Just get out.
Do you want her to stay pretty? Take the fucking rings off! Put them on the table.
God... this isn't fair, this. No.
Take them off!
If you don't, he fucking will!
Now take them off and put them down there!
I don't believe this!
Money. Where's your money?
We haven't got any money.
You must have some fucking money.
There's no money! We're skint!
Video?
Where's your bag?
I don't know.
Where's your bag?
Here Tansey, in the kitchen.
Oh just stop it, please, get out!
Get out!
Get out of me house now! Get out of it!
Open this!
Open it and give me the money!
Get the money out!
There's nothing!
Get the money out!
There's nothing in me bag. I haven't any money...
You have no fucking money but you're living off me!
Whose, fucking money bought this? Mine!
Give me some money!
I haven't got any.
Open the fucking bag. Let me see.
There is no money. I know...
What's that! What is that? /Why...
Take that out!
What for?
Give it to me.
Give it to me! /That's me book... I need...
That'll fucking do for starters.
I'll be back for this when it's fucking due every Monday...
and you can tell that fucking shit-house of a husband of yours...
either he pays... we find him, we'll cut his fucking bollocks off!
What am I going to do now?
Then I'll come back and I'll rip it out your fucking arse!
Do you fucking understand now, do you?
Just please don't...
Don't fuck about... with US!!
Now...
...let him fucking know that we'll be fucking back!
Anne?
Hi, love.
Why didn't you tell me? /Tell you what?
You borrowed that money, didn't you?
You never come up on the horses. You borrowed it!
Oh, I'm sorry, love.
I'm sorry.
Just get off! /Tell me what happened?
They said things! They were really threatening. You should have seen them.
What did they say?
They said...
They said Coleen were...
...was pretty.
And did we want to keep her like that?
I'm sorry, love.
Look, I'm sorry... /It's all your fault!
And they said they'd come back and take it out on my arse, that's what they said!
Look, I'm sorry, love...
You've got no bleedin' right, Bob! You really haven't.
Look Anne, I'm just ducking and weaving just trying to keep my head above water...
...trying to get what I can. I'm sorry.
You've got us all in the shit now.
It's all down to me.
Oh God...
We'll have to go the police. We're going to have to do something!
Oh, the police. They think we're a load of tosspots to start with.
Oh shit! Don't go. Don't get it. Bob...
Stay there.
Just stay there. /Bob...
Mum...
It's Coleen, love. /Mum!
Oh, Coleen...
What the bloody hell's going on, lad?
Oh, Jesus! Look at the mess in here.
What's happening?
They didn't hurt you, did they love?
Them men didn't hurt you, did they?
They took mummy's ring.
Didn't they, mum? They got the ring.
Yeah...
Are you all right now?
What else did they do?
They push me over there and...
...and they got mummy's family allowance book.
Hey, Coleen... when we've cleaned your mum's kitchen up, shall we make some more cakes...
...for your party?
Eh, shall we do that?
You sit there.
Where are you going now? /I'm going out.
Oh, don't be a dickhead! /Bob!
Bob... don't be a dickhead.
Get out the fucking way, right!
Stop it! /No!
You're out of your depth, lad!
I need to do this. I'll fucking sort it out my way.
You stay here, Tommy...
Bob, don't be a dickhead! Think of these, lad.
I'll fucking sort it out my way!
Bob...
Bob! /Leave it out, will you, son.
City lost again! They want stuffing!
Every week I get blamed...
On your bike...
You know me... you know me...
Tansey, are we going for a flutter...
Please. Let me come with you. /No, no...
Let me come!
Where you going... where are you going...
Are we cabbing it tonight?
Tansey, come on. Come with us, man.
I'm away. I'm away. /No, come with us.
I'm away, get yourselves away.
Do me a fucking favour, get yourselves...
...have a good night, I'm away.
See you...
See you. Look after her. Look after her.
I'm away. See you. Take care.
Tansey!
Who's that?
What the fucking hell are you doing here?
You called. /What?
You came to my house and frightened the fucking life out of my wife and kid.
What you fucking talking about?
You know what I'm talking about.
You owed me money. /Yeah, that's why I'm here.
Come on.
Into that, are we?
With fucking folks like you, I am. Yeah.
Come on. Keep coming.
Listen...
Just keep coming...
Listen, you're gonna want somebody, aren't you?
You're going to want somebody to look after you... /Just keep coming.
...help you get out the shit that you're in.
Just keep coming...
Somebody who can help you financially. /Just keep coming.
I'll look after you... I'll look after you...
Ah, fuck you! See you when I'm sober...
I want that fucking book you've got with my name in it.
You're fucking dead! /I'm already dead!
And what I haven't got, you can't take from me!
I want that book with my name in it.
Crazy fucking bastard!
I want that book with my name in!
I want that book!
Tomorrow, you fucking arsehole, I'm coming for your arse...
...and I'm going to shag your wife's arse off!
You bastard!
Book...
Bob? /I'm in trouble, Father.
What do you mean?
Come in.
What is it, Bob? What's happening...
Sit yourself down.
What's up?
I'm in terrible trouble, Father.
What kind of trouble?
I've been responsible for a man's death.
You... you killed someone?
No, it was an accident. An accident.
I didn't mean to.
To a man named Tansey.
The loan shark? /Yeah...
You fought with him? /Yeah...
About what? /Money.
You borrowed from him?
No. I borrowed from a loan company...
...but I couldn't keep the payments up...
...and Tansey got hold of the debts.
That's what he does. Debts and drugs.
So I heard.
How much? /A hundred and fifty pound.
To pay for Coleen's dress? /Yes, it was the only way.
Bob... I thought you had more sense.
Hold your horses there for a second.
I took these out of his pocket.
What is it?
It's the book with all the names in.
That's the money they all owe.
And if... if they don't pay he goes round and breaks their legs.
That's why the call him the Collector.
I boil up inside, sometimes I get angry.
But I'm a grafter.
I know that.
I get up every morning and go looking for work, wherever it is...
I'm a good Catholic, Father.
I go to church, I believe in God, I pray...
but it doesn't put food on the table.
When did this happen?
About an hour ago.
So he's still lying in the car?
As far as I know, yeah.
Does anyone else know about it?
No.
Just us? /Yeah...
What are you going to do about it, Bob?
I'm going to have to go the police, what else can I do?
But I don't... I don't want them going round telling Anne and Coleen...
...I want you to do that, Father, please.
I want you to do it because I can't.
I can't... /Why should you?
What?
Tell Anne.
Tansey's dead.
Fuck Tansey!
May God have mercy on his soul. You didn't kill him.
No. It was an accident.
Yes, it was an accident.
So why sacrifice your freedom and the happiness of your family?
There's lots of good people on this Estate...
...will sleep easier in their beds because of his passing.
They were afraid of him, Father. They were afraid of him.
You came to me for advice and help.
Then stay away from the police.
Go home and pray for Tansey's worthless soul.
Say nothing to Anne or to anyone.
First thing we do is get rid of this lot.
You're not an evil man, Bob.
People like yourself are hungering for justice...
in the name of Christ who was himself the bread of life...
you deserve it.
Now I'll hear your confession.
In the name of the Father and the Son and of the Holy Spirit, amen.
Forgive me Father...
for I have sinned.
Over in that corner there... /Coleen?
Hey, lads... /Coleen!
Do you mind standing over in that corner there, please.
Just over here. Come on, lads.
Everyone line up just there. That's the idea.
Just over there a little bit, son.
Now, just come a bit closer in. That's it, and lift baby up.
Just behave yourself.
I know you don't want to be here but just behave yourself.
Right.
What, you got problems, mate?
Just a minute...
Did you hear about Tansey?
I believe he became unstuck in a car crash.
Unstuck! He's as dead as a bloody dodo!
How did it happen?
Just run into a concrete wall or something.
Pissed?
Stoned out of his head, I believe.
Couldn't have happened to a nicer fella.
Mr Williams can I have your attention, please.
...just face the camera.
Now everybody a big smile...
I've seen more life in a sick note!
Come on, everybody!
One, two... Mr. Williams... Mr. Williams!
Bob, stop it!
Mr. Williams...
...now face the camera, that's the idea...
...after three, a big smile...
one... two... three... cheese!
Mr. Williams?
The day before He suffered...
He took bread in his sacred hands...
and looking up to Heaven, to you, His Almighty Father...
He gave you thanks and praise.
He broke the bread, gave it to his disciples and said...
"Take this all of you and eat it...
this is my body which will be given up for you."
When supper was ended He took the cup...
again He gave you thanks and praise...
gave the cup to His disciples and said...
"take this all of you and drink from it...
this is the cup of my blood...
the blood of the new and everlasting covenant...
it will be shed for you and for all men...
so that sins maybe forgiven."
Yes?
Hello, love.
Does, er, Mr. Robert Williams live here?
Yeah. But he's not here.
Can you tell me when he may be back?
Well, I don't know. He's gone to church. Why?
Does he own a green Transit van...
...BRJ 563Y?
Yeah, but it's been stolen.
Well, we've found it. It's in the police pound at Collyhurst.
I wonder if you'd give him a message, ask him to collect it.
The body of Christ...
Amen...