Come on, Richard! Come on!
Come on, lads. Get some weight into it!
Come on! Get stuck in!
- It's all right. Come on over here. - Come on.
Steady.
Bloody hell.
He's broke his front teeth.
Huh. He won't want to see no tarts for the week.
- How is he? - He's just a bit dazed.
- He'll be all right though. - It's not too bad.
How do you feel?
You ought to charge more rent.
I don't mind telling you, Mrs. Hammond.
When I first came here I thought I'd fallen easy.
I don't want a list of my shortcomings.
I'm only trying to show you where you're hurting yourself most.
Can't I talk to you just for once as a person?
If you listen to what I have to say, I could really put you right.
I wish you wouldn't try and work me into a fit.
I've asked you before to leave me alone that way.
I can't stand it.
How do you feel, Frank?
You won't be able to shoot your mouth off like you used to.
At least not for a few days.
Can you fix me up with a dentist?
Oh, I don't know. It's - It's Christmas, you know, Frank.
I want it tonight.
Well, I - I can try.
Tonight.
Come on, you lot! Let's have you out!
- How do I look? - I've seen worse. Go on.
You're dry.
You goin' to Weaver's party tonight, Frank?
- I've been counting on it. - I'd leave well alone if I were you.
Weaver and parties.
And get your mouth seen to first. It's more important.
How's your Mrs. Hammond?
She's all right.
I've bought some presents for her kids.
The bitch won't like it though.
She doesn't like me interfering.
Hello, Frank. How are you, lad?
Not now, Johnson. We're in a hurry.
- Uh, Mr. Weaver. - Yes, George?
- Frank's ready, whenever you want him. - Oh, good.
- How's it going, Frank? - I'm all right.
Hello, Maurice. What, are you coming in the car too?
Oh, I wouldn't miss seeing Frank in the chair. Might even get a camera.
You can put your little doggy in the boot, George.
Righto, Mr. Weaver.
What about your little dog, Frank?
Go on in, Dad.
That's not very funny.
- Let's have a look at you then. - Oh, it's not me, old lad. It's Frank here.
Right. Come on.
I have a members ticket. That'll be how you traced me.
I haven't seen a match this season.
Sit yourself down.
Hmm, it's a mess. They'll have to come out.
Six of them. It's all I can do.
Well, hasn't, uh, Weaver arranged to pay you?
That's not the point, I'm afraid. He'll need a plate.
- What of it? - I can't go making plates for him.
- This is a children's department. - Well, kids have false teeth.
- I know a couple have. - Do ya?
You do the pulling. Get your mate to do a plate. We'll pay.
- Never mind Weaver. - There's no party here. Let's get on with it.
Ah, you see he's in pain.
It'll be 10 guineas.
- Ten guineas? - Take it or leave it.
Come on, whatever the bloody price.
It'll have to be gas.
Have you eaten recently?
Not since my dinner.
Well, would you mind waiting outside?
Go on, Maurice.
Right.
Could you put your hands in your pockets?
That's it.
Sit tight. You'll feel nothing.
Breathe deeply.
Sit tight. Keep your hands in your pockets.
You'll feel nothing.
I've been thinking.
Why don't we go for a walk?
What on earth for?
What do you want us to go walking about in the bloody pitch dark for?
Well, I like to talk to someone when I'm walkin'.
You know, your problems. They're sort of-
You've plenty of friends.
Here. Look at this funny man.
Here. You play with it.
You must be mad to think I'd go out there, walking with you.
I don't want you poking your nose into my affairs.
You won't find me poking my nose into yours.
I have some pride left, if you didn't know.
Don't you want to be happy?
If I'm left alone, I am happy.
I don't need you pushing in.
I'm not pushing in.
I'm just trying to be friendly.
Well, I'll not goin' about all day with a grin over my face...
just to make you think I'm happy.
I don't mean laughing all the time. I mean, you just don't look happy.
It's not a - It's not a - not a question of laughing all the time.
You make me sick.
All right. I am sick. I'm bloody sick of living here at all.
Mr. Machin, that's easily settled. Don't.
Just stop living here. We'll be better off without you.
- Come on. Open up. - Come on!
- What have you got in there? - Come on!
Come on! Open up, you boss-eyed git. - Go on, open it.
Oi. Give it to me. Catch it, Dad.
Come on. Open up. The manager's expecting us.
Come on, Jeff. Come on. Open up.
Jeff, come on.
Excuse me. Excuse me.
- Too late, Dad. - I'm with players.
I'm with players.
I'm sorry, Mr. Johnson. Didn't know it was you. Come on in.
Hey!
And now, ladies and gentlemen, comes the big moment of the evening...
the winners in tonight's 50 pound freestyle dance contest...
Miss Evie Turner and Mr. John Whittaker.
As you may have noticed, ladies and gentlemen...
we've just been joined by a party from another winning team...
of whom we're all very proud, our City Rugby League Team!
Come on! Go, City!
And now I'm going to ask a couple of these famous men...
to kindly step up here and present the winners with their prizes.
Len Miller and Maurice Braithwaite. Come on, Len. Come on, Maurice.
Just wait till I've finished this up.
Come on, Len!
Ladies and gentlemen, Len Miller, captain of the City, and Maurice Braithwaite.
How do?
Well, thank you, Len. Thank you, Maurice.
Now, ladies and gentlemen, it's on with the dance.
It's a general excuse-me, and may the best man win.
- Excuse me. - Not this one.
He just called a general excuse-me.
Do you want a thumping, love?
Aye.
Well, you better come outside and excuse me there.
Hold on a minute. Hold on.
You -
Now what's it all about then?
Bloody bagman.
- Good night, lads. - Good night, Dad.
Good night. See you in church.
Good night, lads.
I was meaning to ask ya.
- Well, what's that? - Your name is Johnson, isn't it?
Aye. That's right.
You're a scout for the City.
You could say so.
Can you get me a trial?
Now wait. Wait a minute, lad.
Why don't you come and see me play?
I need someone to cheer me.
You can cheer yourself.
You won't catch me out there freezing to death for an hour.
It's me first game. A lot depends on it.
- You don't have to do it. - It's a job.
If I play well and they sign me, I might get 300 or 400 quid.
I'm sure they'll give you all that.
Well, that's just the sort of encouragement I need.
Come and see. I'd like you to come.
If I wanted to go, I would. I've said it. I don't want to.
- Wish us luck then. - All that's coming your way.
I don't wish you my luck.
I'll have to make do with my own then, won't I?
That's it, Frank. Well done, lad.
- What's his name, Wade? - Uh, Machin. Uh, Frank Machin.
Oh. Charles is here.
- Hello, Charles. - Charles.
Gerald.
Gower!
Rass the ball, Gower!
Rass the bloody ball, Gower, you nit!
The ball, Gower! Pass the ball, you git.
Come on, Gower! Get after it!
Let's have that bloody ball in future, you nut.
Get stuffed.
- Incoming. - Go on! Go on!
Come on, Gower! Get rid of that bloody ball!
- Come on, Gower! - Pass the ball, man.
Come on, Gower! Gower!
Bloody hell.
Hey, Gower. What are you playing at, you bloody frog?
Trainer. Trainer.
Come here. What's your name?
How do you mean, ref? I didn't do it.
- I never touched him. - You can tell that to the Rugby League chairman.
I swear to God I never touched him. Look at my bloody fists. There's no blood on 'em.
- Go on! Get off! - Take some beating. Ah, you bloody idiot.
He's not fit to be on a football field.
Aye.
Don't come back here again. We don't want to see him back here.
- They got the wrong man there. - You think so, Mr. Slomer?
Of course. Plain as the nose on your face.
That's not what I call football.
It's a rough game, Charles.
Personally, I like to see a man playing as if he really meant it.
You played a blinder, Frank. You played a blinder.
- You enjoyed it? - Oh, come on, lad. They'll be all over you.
I was sitting right in middle of committee.
Don't get excited, Dad. Come. I'll buy you a drink.
- What are you having? - I'll have a beer.
- Two beers, please. - Two beers, sir.
You won't find them no different from me, lad.
Maybe they won't show it. Naturally, they won't show it like me.
- Allow me. - What?
No. Allow me. I really do insist.
A double, Bob.
- Well, you played a good game today, Frank. - Aye. He played a blinder.
I wouldn't worry about him. He's a bit soft.
- How do you like the City? - I'm getting the hang of it.
Yes, I rather gathered that.
Pity about Taffy Gower.
- What about him? - They've taken him to hospital.
I believe it was a broken nose.
You know, for a little fellow, their hooker packs quite a punch.
It's bad luck.
Yes, it is.
You haven't signed on here yet.
No, they haven't made their minds up yet.
Well, I don't think they'll find that too difficult.
Do you?
Good-bye, Frank.
Who was it?
- You know, Frank. - Who was it, Dad?
Guess. Go on. Have a guess.
Who was it?
That's mean, Frank. That's mean.
- Who was it, Dad? - That's mean.
Why did you squeeze my wrist like that?
- I don't know. - Why?
- Was it Weaver? - You hurt me, you know.
Just because it was Weaver.
You get far too excited, lad.
I thought you knew it was Weaver.
I was surprised him talking to me like that.
He must have been impressed.
Do you think there's something?
Aye.
Do you want me to come home with you?
It's no trouble. No trouble to me.
Aye.
Aye. Come, if you like. Have some tea.
Mrs. Hammond won't mind.
Bit of a coincidence me knowing her husband.
Yep.
Not that well, mind. Maybe only a year afore he died.
I say. Them's not his boots, are they?
What's she keep 'em for?
I don't know.
How long have you lived here, Frank?
Oh, about five or six months.
She had some kids, didn't she?
- Aye. - How does she manage?
She does all right. She does all right.
She just... put up the shutters and stopped living.
My wife left me 10 year ago.
Hmm.
- Can I have orange juice for tea, Mum? - And me.
Isn't it warm, Mum?
Warm?
You know we can't use all that coal, Mr. Machin.
Don't worry. I'll fetch you a load home from pit.
Mr. Johnson, this is Mrs. Hammond.
Ian and Lynda.
We haven't much in for tea.
Don't boast about it. Mr. Johnson might get the idea we're poor.
You sit down. Ah, then, young love.
- Ooh! You're getting very heavy. - I know.
Tell me. What have you been doing?
Been out shopping with me mam.
Have you now? Where else did you go?
We went to see our dad.
How did the match go? Did you win?
He played a blinder, missus. He played a blinder.
Hmm? Did he?
- And have they signed him on? - Nay. It's not as quick as that.
But after today's match, he'll be able to ask anything he likes.
Isn't that right, Frank?
- Frank, isn't that right? - I don't know.
Ah, it won't pay them to turn you down, you know, lad.
- I'm sure they'll give him it, Mr. Johnson. - Aye, he'll sail away.
He'll sail away.
You'll be very pleased.
I'll see you then, Dad.
You don't mind me helping you, do you, Frank?
Why do you say that?
Well, you know, I mean, if I'm in position to help, I think it's only right.
Aye. I think it's right.
- You don't mind? - No.
Don't know what you're talking about.
Oh, well. That's all right then.
I'll see ya. You know, any- anytime at all.
Aye. See you, Dad.
You play for nothing then?
I get amateur pay. Thirty bob.
That's hardly a wage.
Well, they pay you good money when they sign you on.
The old man treats you like a son.
I wouldn't say that. I call him Dad because he's old.
- I don't mean that. - What do you mean?
The way he treats you. The way he ogles you.
He looks at you like a girl.
Now don't come with that.
- He's interested. That's all. - I'd say excited.
Well, excited then. What are you getting on about?
He hasn't got much to get excited about at his age.
- He's done a lot for me. - He's never had a job of work in his life.
- How do you know he's never worked? - 'Cause I've got eyes.
You just look at his hands. He's got awful hands. They're all soft.
What have hands got to do with it?
He's got awful hands. I've got awful hands.
We're not all women.
It's nothing to do with me.
You husband - I gather he worked at Weaver's Engineering.
Who told you that?
Johnson. Said he used to know him.
He must have told you something else.
No.
Ah, well.
I expect he thought it was very... chivalrous of you...
helping a widow and all that.
You reckon? It's nothing to you what people think.
It isn't.
It's bringing Eric's name into it I don't like.
You see, when Eric died...
well, all my world went out.
He used to say he didn't know why he was living.
He used to say...
"Why was I ever made alive?"
When he went like that, I felt I hadn't been proper to him.
I hadn't made him feel as if he belonged.
I shouldn't be telling you this, should I?
I - I don't mind.
No.
I mean, you being what you are.
Self-reliant.
All that cockiness.
You don't seem worried like Eric was.
I -
I only mentioned it because -
because I saw you polishing them boots.
Is there anything the matter with me cleaning them?
No. No.
Like I said, I don't mind.
A thousand pounds.
A thousand? A thousand?
That's a very large sum for a player just entering the game.
I want 1,000 down.
Now look here, Frank.
We're not providing a comprehensive insurance policy.
That's a very fair offer Mr. Riley's made.
I want a thousand pounds down.
Look. We're not trying to put anything over onto you.
I wish you'd get that into your head. But we're representing other people.
We are responsible for investing their money soundly.
I can't change my mind. I feel I'm worth it.
What does Mr. Slomer think?
My only surprise is that you're discussing such a figure at all.
What figure would you suggest?
I'm far from convinced that he's the kind of player we want in the first place.
You realize, as I'm sure Frank does...
that we're not the only club that's interested.
We're not here to worry about other clubs. We're here to decide whether we want him.
Well, you've heard my opinion.
Frank, could you wait outside a minute?
How goes it, Frank?
Have they fixed you up?
They're talking about it now.
Let me get you a drink. Whiskey? Whiskey, Bob.
I'm Phillips from the City Guardian.
You needn't take it seriously.
- Why not? - It's only a game, old sport.
It's all a game. For Weaver's benefit.
You mean they act like that just for Weaver?
Well, it's his cash they're dishing out - his or Slomer's.
If Slomer hates your guts, Weaver'll buy you out of spite.
I see you've got a bruise coming.
Weaver wouldn't have you up here just to say ta-ta, you know.
Frank.
What do you aim to do, Frank, if we don't sign you?
Don't know. Carry on as I am.
Can't you change your mind about splitting the payment?
No. No. 1,000 down.
Well, I'm afraid there's nothing else for it then.
You're not going to sign me?
That's it. We'll have to.
Congratulations, Frank.
Hold it.
That's it.
Well, aren't you going to read it?
Aye.
Well, don't spend it all at once now, will you, lad?
Well, Frank, what does it feel like, lad?
I don't feel much.
It's all a bit quick. I'm afraid that's my fault.
I like to get these things settled.
- I suppose you don't mind. - Not now, I don't.
Did you have any other offers?
No. At least... I didn't hear anything.
Well, if you do, you'll know what to say.
Property of the City.
Best to make sure, Frank.
Fairfax Street. Now that rings a bell.
Well, fella called Hammond used to live there.
He got killed at your place.
Weaver's. I've digs with his widow.
Hammond. Hmm.
It was Eric Hammond, wasn't it?
- Yeah. - Well, I remember the funeral.
How'd he get killed?
Quite nasty.
He was working on a lathe. Very careless.
He was using a hand file. It shot off and stuck halfway through him.
We had half an idea that he'd done it on purpose.
- On purpose? - Yes.
Funny way to commit suicide.
She didn't get any compensation. The case went against her.
We gave her a bit. Not much.
End of the street or the front door?
Uh, end of the street will do.
Right.
- Good night, Frank. - Good night, Mr. Weaver.
Frank! Hey! Frank!
Hi, Dad.
What are you doing down here then?
Did you sign? Have they signed you on?
They wouldn't have me, Dad. They wouldn't have me.
You ought to have seen 'em.
Around that Weaver like a - a pack of dogs around a bitch.
I told them what to do with their stinkin', filthy, bastard money.
- You haven't done that. - Aye.
You're not crying about it, are you?
You're not crying?
So it was all for nothing, eh? Ah.
Hey, Dad.
I was only kidding you about it.
I was only kidding.
How much do you think it is?
You tell me, Frank. You tell me.
A thousand quid.
- Nay! - Aye.
- Do you want to see the check? - Aye. Could I see it?
You and me, Frank. That's us.
How much of it do you want, Dad?
Oh, no, Frank.
What do you mean, "Oh, no, Frank"?
- Oh, no, Frank. I - - Now, Dad, listen.
I don't enjoy getting kicked about in a football field for other people's amusement.
I only enjoy it if I've been paid a lot for it.
Now I want you to share some of this.
No, Frank. I don't want any of it.
Oh, Dad! I'll send you some of it.
No. Wait, Frank. I didn't do it for the money.
That Johnson called earlier on.
- That friend of yours. - I've just seen him.
You mean he's been waiting all this time? It was hours ago.
He likes to get out and about a bit.
- You should have friends your own age. - I have.
They've signed me on.
Didn't you hear what I said?
Yes. You'll be pleased.
- So will you when you guess how much it is. - Oh.
I don't know anything about it.
Go on. Have a guess.
Just guess how much you think I'm worth.
Threepence?
Now, careful. Careful.
You made a joke.
You can't go round cracking jokes like that. You know, you might do yourself an injury.
Well, come on. Have a guess.
- Come on. - Oh, no.
Well, I better tell you, since you're so keen.
One thousand pounds.
- You're a great ape. - You don't believe me?
Look. I've got the check here in me pocket.
One thousand pounds in letters and in numbers.
Signed, sealed and delivered. Frank Machin.
They drove me home in their car- a bloody Bentley.
It's very good.
You don't sound very excited about it.
It's a bit more than I got when my husband died.
Well, isn't that right bloody handsome of you?
- You didn't have to do anything for it. - You mean I didn't have to get killed for it.
Some people have life made for them.
That's right, Mrs. Hammond. And some people make it for themselves.
It's about time you took that ton of rock off your shoulders.
And don't wake me in the morning. I might be dead.
That money-
Does it mean you'll be leaving now?
No.
I don't think so.
That'll do.
You better get him off home.
He'll be all right when he gets in the fresh air. Get him into bed.
Don't you understand? I'll be myself tomorrow.
Oh, come on. What's the matter, Frank?
She's so - She's so small.
Oh, he's all right. He's just full of gas. That's all.
Here. Get hold.
So bloody small.
We're gonna get in, Frank. That's it. Ooh.
She gives me nothing.
She gives me bloody nothing!
If I was a marrying kind which, thank the Lord, I'm not, sir
The kind of man that I would wed would be a rugby fullback
He'd find touch I'd find touch
- We'd both find touch together - Frank.
We'd be all right in the middle of the night
Fine. Oh, the patient's awake.
We've heard all your subconscious whatnots. Haven't we, Mr. Weaver?
My carrier.
What's he want?
My carrier. My carrier!
Steady, lad. Steady.
- Did he have a carrier? - My carrier.
Is this it?
What have you got in there then?
- Presents. - What did he say?
Presents!
Come on.
- What do you think of it? - Have you bought it?
Aye. It's a bit of all right, isn't it?
You're not gonna leave that thing there, are you?
Why not? You won't smile when you come for a drive in it.
Hey. He can take you out on Sunday afternoons now, Mrs. Hammond.
Don't worry. You'll never get me to go in that thing.
It's like riding around in your own front room.
Come on, Ian. Let's come for a drive.
Don't mind your mother. Come on.
Watch your head. That's the boy.
Hey. I want him for his dinner.
- Look. He's gotta get back to school. - Don't worry. I'll take him in this.
We won't be long.
Well, Frank. We're there.
Come on, Frank. Come on, Frank.
It's Frank! Frank Machin!
Come along, Frank.
Come on. Show 'em your smile, Frank.
Come on. Smile for them, Frankie.
Frankie.
You shouldn't be here, lad. Can I take you home?
I'm all right, Dad.
He'd push hard, I'd push hard We'd both push hard together
There we'd be in the middle of the night pushing hard together
If I were the marrying kind, old girl which, thank the Lord, I'm not, sir
The kind of man that I would wed would be a rugby fullback
He'd kick hard, I'd kick hard We'd both kick hard together
Come on here! Hurry up!
- Kicking hard together - Oh, no!
If I were the marrying kind, old girl which, thank the Lord, I'm not, sir
The kind of man that I would wed would be a rugby hooker
He'd blow hard, I'd blow hard We'd both blow hard together
There we'd be in the middle of the night
Blowing hard together
If I were the marrying kind, old girl
- You've come, have you, Frank? - How are you then? All right, darling?
- You know where the bathroom is? - Aye. It's up them stairs there.
He'd drink hard, I'd drink hard We'd both drink hard together
There we'd be in the middle of the night drinking hard together
If I were the marrying kind, old girl which, thank the Lord, I'm not, sir
The kind of man that I would wed would be a rugby hooker
Come on, Frank. It's me, Maurice.
I know you're in there, you daft frog.
What's the matter? Sulking?
Hey, Frank. Come on out, will ya?
How far are we going?
I thought we'd make a day of it.
Go for a run in the country. You don't mind, do ya?
We can't very well get out now, can we?
We could stop the car and turn back if you're so keen.
Look. If it's only for the children's sake, it's worth it.
Don't you reckon?
Come on, Ian.
That's a good boy. Ah, good lad. Right.
Come on then.
- Ooh, look at this one. - Ah.
There you are. Go on, Ian. You throw next.
That's a good boy.
Let's go play soccer, Lynda.
No. Give it to me.
- Aha! - Ooh. Ian. Got ya.
I've got you, Ian. Come on, Ian.
I've got you. Drop it, drop it, drop it, drop it. Drop it, drop it, drop it.
Aye.
Come on! Hey! Give it!
- Pass the ball. - Come on, Ian. Kick us a goal then.
Come on, Ian. Kick us a goal. Come on then.
- Margaret, catch it! - Oh, I'm no good at catching.
Come on, Lynda. Come on, Lynda. Catch it.
- Frank! - Catch it.
- I knocked it down too. - See? It's easy.
Come on. Throw us a catch.
Now look who can't catch.
That's it. Come on, Ian. Come on, Ian.
Come on, Ian. I'll tell ya.
Catch this. Ready? Catch this one.
Way up in the sky.
Frank, take me with you.
Lynda.
Lynda, stop waving. You'll have Mr. Machin falling in the water.
Ooh. Give over!
Look. Be careful.
Lynda.
Down, down. Yes. Legs.
Look. Be careful, love.
You're sinking over.
- Mam. Did you see us? - Whatever did you want to go and do that for?
- Just wanted to cool off a bit. - One, two, three.
- Come to Mummy. - Mam. Mam, did you see us?
- Yes, I did. Are you wet? - Come on, Ian.
I'll change me shoes.
Go on! Get it!
Oh, he's got it! Machin!
Here!
Hey. Make a good job of it.
Aye, Mr. Wade.
Come on, you two fairies. Let's have you out of here.
Why don't you come in? Let's have a look and see what you've got.
I'll come in and show you what I've got, all right. I mean it. Let's have you out.
Have you got any more beer?
Len, come on. Let's have this hosepipe on 'em.
- Oh! - Let's have it on.
Come on, lads. Some cold water on ya.
Water's freezing, you daft frog! It's freezing!
Right on that boy you've got there. Go on.
It's lovely.
- Oh, that's lovely. - Lad, come out.
Beautiful.
- It was a nice game, you know. - Oh, he's got the makings.
Hey, what's on with this?
- What? Fergie? - Well, for the weekend. Yes.
Isn't that Frank Machin over there?
- Yes, it is, love. - Fond of kids, isn't he?
Hmm. It's not quite how I pictured him.
Right down the way. We throw an overhead pass like that.
- Ready, Frank? - And I caught it. Aye. One moment.
- I caught it. - You seen Cleopatra?
Well, she looks all right, doesn't she?
- Would you like to meet him? - Yes. Ask him over.
Frank. Come over here a moment.
Ah. The emperor calls.
And go steady, you bloody nut.
Well done, Frank. Well done, lad. And how are you feeling?
- Champion. - Good.
I'd like you to meet my wife, Frank.
- How do you do? - Frank Machin.
You're one of the stalwarts of the City, according to my husband.