#A man can walk proudly down in the street
#A man's not ashamed of what he believes
#He knows how to laugh He knows when to cry
#He knows how to live
#He's not afraid to die
# What is a man? What is a man? #
What have we got here?
What is this? What is... Oh, my goodness.
(BEEP)
Gilbert.
Len.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
(# THE WHO: I Can See For Miles)
God, I've missed this! Beautiful, isn't it?
That's it for me!
- Never going back. - Yeah?
You have said that before, though, on a couple of occasions.
Different this time, Len.
I swear. I'm never, ever going back to prison.
# I can see for miles and miles
# I can see for miles and miles... #
If you mean satisfaction in... in terms of, say, that bloke on the satellite telly
whose sole role is turning on the water in the shower cabinet
when they do them wet T-shirt things,
- I gotta say, probably not. - There you are, then.
Oi, but on the other hand, Carl, I've got two-and-a-half years
sexing chickens on a battery farm out near Enfield
to set as a career alternative.
Now, when I think back to them days, I can truly say I am satisfied, yes.
You're no use, you, Oy. You're not discerning enough.
Oy, hang on. That's him.
Oy, give us it here.
- What? - Give us it here.
Nah.
(THUDS AND GROANS)
There you go, mission accomplished.
You see, that's the other nice thing about this game, Carl.
There's a clear finishing point, a daily sense of completion.
- I'm not sure I'd agree with you there. - Eh?
- (SHOUTING) - Leg it!
- Which way, Oy? - This way, come on, Carl!
Flippin' 'eck, I'd forgotten how lovely it is.
Oh, years banged up in a cell, Gil,
a two-up, two-down on Spike Island starts to look palatial.
I feel proud. Nothing to do with me.
You boys coming in, or what?
- No, Gilbert! The dogs. - Hello, Gloria. Nice to see you.
- Long time. - It is. Well done.
- Doesn't he look great? - Yeah.
- I was just... Oh, no. - (DOGS BARK)
Indoors, quick.
- (DOGS BARK AND SNARL) - Bloody dogs!
- Oy, they can shift, them youngsters. - That's it.
- What you talking about? - I've had enough.
Enough of what?
Rabbit was there in the fall-back position.
- Worked out bang on in the end. - It's dirty, it's... I...
I feel I need to be hosed down in carbolic every night when I come home, Oy.
And I... I've had enough.
Once and for all.
Da-dah!
Hey, Len, you should have said something.
- What? - If I'd known you'd got people coming...
No, no, no, it's for you. And we got the girls popping round later.
- Haven't we, Glor, the girls? - Yeah.
They... they still remember you, you know, Gil,
but, God, you should see how they've changed.
Hey, and listen, Gilbert, Gloria's made up the spare room for you.
Spare room? I've got my own gaff.
Not tonight. Not for the next couple of nights. Not until you're settled.
And Gilbert, there's no argument about that. You're staying here.
One fruit machine don't make a summer. However...
£800. You can see why I went to the trouble, can't you?
All right, lads, well done.
- Oy, go and get a round in. - Cheers, Mickey.
See you all tomorrow.
One more thing, Mickey, while we're all here.
Yeah, what?
I want to leave.
You know, the gang, you. I... I want a different job, a new job.
Something less... depressing.
Yeah, all right.
- What? - I said yeah. I release you.
Do what you want.
CARL: You serious?
Life's too short for regrets, Carl.
All I ask is...
you keep in touch.
Report back, sort of thing? Possible targets?
No, just pop in now and then, say hello.
Have a drink with me.
- Cheers, Mickey, I appreciate that. - No worries, Carl.
- Time moves on, don't it? - (WHIRRING)
We all have to look to the future every now and again!
So long, partner.
That's the one.
I kept it with me all the time I was in, even slept with it under my pillow.
- Quite well written, though, isn't it? - Kept me going.
Ah, terrible places, prisons!
Especially the first time. That's where you helped me out.
- Len, don't start with all that nonsense. - GLORIA: Here it is.
- LEN: Brilliant. Thanks, love. - Len, I found it.
Here, there we go, look. There's the lot of 'em all around the birthing pool.
- Oh. - Hope was so good.
Yeah, Alan, my son-in-law, he never made it all the way through, of course.
Whooh, whooh, whooh, whooh!
- Who's this, then? - GLORIA: Come and say hello, Dolores.
- This is Daddy's friend, Gilbert. - Hello.
- Hello, Gilbert. - Don't worry, she's...
(CHUCKLES)
You're a forward one, aren't you?
Dolores, what are you doing? Leave Gilbert alone, come on.
Give your dad five minutes, come on.
- Dolores. Dolores. No, Dolo... - Dolo...
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo!
She still hasn't got used to him being around.
They can spot the kind ones, Len, that's what it is.
- Ah! Damn! - Are you all right? Blimey!
- You used to be B-Landing goalie. - Aah.
- Ooh, have you burnt yourself? - No, no, I'm fine.
Just bloody clumsy, that's all.
Damn!
Thank God the little girl had gone, eh? Can you imagine? I could have scalded her.
Look, Gilbert, doesn't matter. There's no harm done. Just relax, eh?
I'm sorry. I just hate making a mess.
Why don't you two pop down The Bob for an hour or two?
Then you can have a proper chat. Dinner's not till seven.
- You fancy? - Yeah. Lovely.
(CHUCKLES) I've still got all yours in a box in the shed. Hundreds of 'em.
Things you wrote while you were inside.
Stuff you did when you were out. It's good.
You get so much more of the person when it's written down, don't you think?
- Cheers. - Cheers.
Now, what is that, Gil?
Come on, Gilbert. I can see there's something wrong.
Same as at yours. It's...
a bit of a sprain.
The pain sometimes, I tell you...
It's not gonna interfere with the forging, is it?
Len.
I'm done with that. I told you.
- Irrespective. - Yeah. Course. Sorry.
- Here, look, Gil... - Len, don't start.
No, I just wanna say a couple of words, for God's sake.
There's no need. Really.
We look out for each other.
We always have.
Always will.
As for the rest...
BOTH: Goes without saying.
Come on, neck it. It's not long till dinner.
Yeah, um...
Actually, can I see you back there?
Mm?
Don't want to be rude, but... bit of time on me own?
You do what you like, Gil. You're a free man.
Seven!
God love you.
Come on.
Stop fannyin'.
Fannying.
Ing, ing.
Fannying about.
- (CLICK) - Bollocks!
(CLICK)
(GUNSHOT)
Morning, Carl. Oy's already in there. And Rabbit.
- Not late, am I? - No, no, no.
Good, cos... never have been late, not since I helped out.
- I know that. - I'm just saying.
And I wouldn't either, even if I was full time. Cos I... I love working here.
- Good, good. - Oy, Irwin.
- Shall we load him up? - Yes, yes, we ought to.
- Have you spoken to Len this morning? - Yes.
- How is he? - Better than he was.
He was poorly, weren't he? Gilbert. So Oy says.
Apparently, yes. A wasting disease.
Why he got early release. He wasn't gonna get any better.
And he's all right, us...
Gilbert stipulated we look after the arrangements.
He'd been planning it for some time, I think.
He was very thorough.
Right.
GILBERT: One last letter, really.
One last note.
I'm sorry it has to be this kind.
It is shitty, putting someone through this,
especially someone you love.
- Only, I've seen this disease... - (BELL CHIMING)
...motor neurone.
You end up with tubes coming out of your throat,
speaking like you're pissed all the time.
I can't do all that stuff, Len. Suffering scares me.
So I wanna get out now. You can understand that.
I know you can.
I'm making sure my life, to the end, remains first class.
Same as it's always been.
Well, that it's been like that at all, Len, is mainly down to you.
Times we spent together, inside and out.
All that writing we did. All them words we trusted to each other.
You made me relish all the good bits.
So try and forgive me, Len. Love from your Gil.
Kiss. Kiss.
Kiss.
(BIRDSONG OUTSIDE)
All right, love?
Feeling any better?
Well, yeah, I am.
I'm fine.
Thank you.
Len, you gotta take it easy for a day or two. It's been a terrible shock.
Yeah, I know, I know.
- I'll get you toast. - Ah.
- Are you going in? - Well, yeah, I... I thought I would.
I wasn't going to last night, but I think, yeah, I will now.
Definite.
(CLOCK TICKING)
- Carl. - All right, Len?
Yeah, I didn't think you were down...
No, I, um... I thought Irwin would appreciate an extra pair of hands,
especially in case you didn't feel up to it...
- Well... ...and I do like it here.
I was just saying that to Irwin yesterday, I love this job.
Er... in fact it's... it's an effort to stay away.
- Yeah, I bet. - Yeah.
Actually, Len, if it's not too soon to, er... talk about it...
No, no, no. Er... go on.
Um... what's the problem?
The thing is, I've left Mickey.
The beatings and that.
Er... I've moved on. He says it's OK and everything.
Only, er... I need a job.
And I'd like to work here...
full time.
Yeah.
So, er... a supportive word,
you know, in the right ear, wouldn't go amiss.
- LEN: What we got? - CARL: Eh?
- In the shell, what we got in? - Oh, a young lad. Er... RTA.
- He was on a motorbike. - How's he looking?
Oh, you know. Car always comes off best, doesn't it?
Irwin wants him tidying up, so when his mum and dad come...
(SIGHS) Especially round the neck, he's...
You do that, will you, Carl, um... all the, er...
well, the preparations?
I'm gonna... I got a couple of things to do in town which I, um...
- Is that all right? - Yeah. Course, Len.
Cheers. And, um...
Cheers. And the other business, you know, no worries.
I'll... I'll talk to Irwin for you.
Um... my pleasure.
Thanks, Len. Thanks. I...
Leonard.
Leonard!
Are you all right?
Len?
(SIGHS) Thank God. I thought something had happened.
I'm sorry. I... I should have called.
Irwin rang to see how you were.
He said you'd left the parlour hours ago, this morning, and you were upset.
I'm all right now.
Where have you been?
I went to look at Gilbert's grave.
Looks nice.
Flowers, wreaths.
Good.
It's weird, isn't it?
I mean... I looked at the others while I was there. Ours, family graves.
And the funny thing is, it's the first time I've ever really...
Well, it's Gilbert, I know it is, cos, well, he's an outsider, isn't he?
And, no matter how fond, well, he's not you and yours, is he?
Do you see?
I mean, parents, brothers and sisters.
Death becomes like this family event like Christmas dinner,
or going camping with all your cousins, or celebrating Auntie E's golden wedding.
It's... it's one of those things that families do together, death,
and it makes it seem sort of reasonable, it contains it,
but when a mate... goes,
a lover... goes,
well, then you realise...
You look back and you see everything for how it actually is.
- Obscene. It's obscene, Gloria. - Len...
Ssh, love, please. You're upset. Now's not the time to go...
Just try and rest. Get some sleep, eh?
You'll feel better in the morning.
Yeah. Yeah, OK.
(SNIFFS) Yeah.
- Here you are, Len. Shove over. - Agh! Jesus!
- Bloody hell, Len! - Uhh!
- Calm down. You'll make yourself ill. - Huh...
Rub some of this shower gel on my back, will you?
- Uh... - Wide Awake? That's handy.
Go on, then.
Gloria!
Gloria, come here quick!
- She won't hear you. - Gloria!
Honest, Len, she won't. I'm sorry.
- What the... - Please, Len.
I ain't got long.
Just give me a scrub.
- You're... you're cold. - I will be.
I thought you was an undertaker, for heaven's sake!
- You wanna see my old man? - Hm?
Look at that. I could cut diamonds with that.
Oy, bloody hell, that is a beauty! Here, Carl!
- Yeah? - Come and look at this!
Mm.
- Oh, bless you! - Not bad, eh?
- What the hell's going on? - What's this?
Wide Awake? Oh, I like that. Here, do me back, Carl.
- Don't ask Len, he's useless. - Breathe in, Len.
Clear off!
Carl, clear off!
I don't even know what... Bugger off, the both of you!
- What they doing in here? - I dunno. They're your friends.
DOLORES: Dad, hurry up. I'm late.
Yeah, just hang on, love, hang on. This is important.
I don't understand.
It's obvious, innit?
I mean, look at me. It's no use to me.
No use at all.
Only what I realised is, there's the thing,
it ain't no use to you when you're alive, neither.
Nah, that's nonsense, Gil.
No, I mean, being a man, that's...
essentially, being a man, that's being potent.
- Potent? - Yeah.
I mean, you can make life,
look after it, bring it up.
Watch it die.
- No, that's horrible. Don't say that. - It's the truth.
You brought your girls into this world, Len,
so they can grow old, shed tears and die.
Shut up, Gil! Just shut up!
- That is not... That is not why... - Why, then?
So you can have a bit of yourself in the future,
carry on, through your kids and their kids,
a bit of light in the darkness?
No. No.
No, no, no, no.
No!
There's got to be a point.
Death, it... it can't beat everything.
It can't destroy everything. Surely?
It doesn't have to do anything, Len.
It's... Death is the opposite of life, that's all.
It's the ultimate opposite, really.
It's...
the opposite of friends,
the opposite of family, the opposite of... little babies,
it's the opposite of Laurel and Hardy,
it's the opposite of your mum, the opposite of your dad,
the opposite of your sister and your brother, and your wife and the children,
it's the opposite of a warm doughnut scoffed on a sandy beach
and the smell of your wife's skin after too much Ambre Solaire.
It's the opposite of all that.
It's... it's when you stop breathing and hearing,
seeing and touching and tasting.
It's a black, senseless eternity, Len.
The opposite of life.
It's a shit.
Aaah!
Len, love, what is it?
Credo in unum Deum...
One hardly dare ask, Carl.
Customer service.
Get a few familiar Latin phrases under my belt,
and then the next time we do a job for a left-footer,
instead of standing there all tight-lipped
as the mourners are coming out of the church or crem,
I can casually wander over...
No, don't... don't go there, Carl. Really, there's no need.
- Well, no, but... - No, really. Really.
Well, all right, fair enough. If you say so. You're the boss.
It's important to keep keen, though. Keen gets things done in the workplace.
But not today it doesn't, Carl.
There's nothing for us to do. Sorry to stand in the way of such enthusiasm.
No, don't be sorry. I was just passing anyway.
I just thought I'd check, make absolutely sure there hadn't been a change of plan.
- No, there hasn't. - Right, OK, I'll be on my way, then.
Indeed.
Goodbye.
(CHUCKLES)
(CAR HORN BEEPS)
- All right, Mickey? Nice motor. - Thanks, Carl.
- What you doing here? - Got a job for you.
- Told you I've left you, Mickey. - I'm hiring you back. Freelance.
That's different, is it?
Are you already sorted out on the work front?
Even if you are, Carl, this is one not to miss.
It's good money plus it's one night only, guaranteed.
Yeah?
Well, that thing I had lined up, you know, I mean the contract,
chances are it won't start until the end of the month...
Sounds perfect.
Yeah, but that still doesn't alter the reason why I left you, Mickey.
Carl, you're misunderstanding me. This is different.
This is Mickey 2000AD.
After dangling.
It's new.
Have you ever seen The Dam Busters, Carl?
There you are.
I've been looking all over for you.
- Yeah, I meant to say. - It doesn't matter.
I just didn't want this to get cold, that's all.
Len...
- Why won't you talk to me? - Gloria, I'm fine.
If I wanted to talk, I would talk, but I don't want to, all right?
OK. What about this, then?
They say the two most certain things on this Earth are death and taxes.
Hm? Well, that's bollocks.
I mean, Barney Walters,
I know for a fact he never paid a penny income tax in his entire life.
But he's definitely dead now. I saw his headstone yesterday.
Well, makes you think, doesn't it?
Len.
Len...
Len! I know you.
Better than anyone.
I look at you, I see such unhappiness.
My best friend's died. I'm mourning him. What more do you want me to say?
This isn't mourning.
It's to do with you, isn't it?
I'm gonna go to work.
- What, the parlour? - Yeah.
No, you mustn't, Len. Look what happened the last time.
No, that was a one-off. Delayed shock. I'm fine now. I'll... I'll see you later.
Len, how are you, mate? I was worried.
I'm fine. Just, you know... Are you in again?
Yeah, er... cos Mickey's offered me a job and I don't really wanna do it.
It's a robbery, and I said I'd let him know. I haven't committed myself.
Cash becomes an issue eventually
and, obviously, the Irwin situation becomes that bit more pressing.
You know?
Yeah. Yeah. Of course.
- Yeah. - Onto it.
- (DOOR SLAMS) - (MUSIC PLAYING)
Ah, Leonard, you... you're back.
- Is that all right? - (MUSIC STOPS)
Oh, naturally. I just thought, er...
Well, I... I spoke to Gloria this morning
and she explained where you'd got to yesterday.
Well, I hadn't, um... really...
During the service, you know, a bit of a blur,
so I... I wanted to go back on my own.
Oh, of course.
All the same, you know, I'd rather imagined, as a result,
things sinking in, a few days off.
We can manage quite well here, Leonard.
This is, er... for that young lad, isn't it?
The, er... road-traffic accident?
Yeah, came in yesterday.
17, you know. Same as my Steven.
(TUTS) I'd ban 'em tomorrow if I had my way, motorcycles.
Or I'd insist you could only ride 'em if you were 50, with a wife and six kids,
so you had a bit of perspective.
But selling them to youngsters who think they're immortal, it's just madness.
What?
- Transience of beauty. - Sorry?
All those romantic poets, Keats and that,
this is what they were banging on about, isn't it?
They reckoned that only things that died had true beauty.
If they went on for ever, well, they lose something inside.
So, it's like this rose here, say, sitting on this wreath,
like it is, in the full flush of existence, you know,
smelling sweet and looking exquisite.
So what?
It's only the fact that we all know that one day soon
it's gonna be a piece of brown, old, wrinkled rubbish
that makes it truly lovely.
Wreaths and desperate poets, pissing in the wind.
Well, there's two things in life you can be certain of...
- I gotta go, I'm sorry. - Leonard. Leonard!
Oh, my God.
Len, how did it go?
Leonard!
Have you just been chatting to him, then?
What are you doing still here, Carl?
I'm rearranging the gravestones alphabetically.
Good chat, was it? Productive?
Carl, please just go, will you? I've got rather a lot on my mind.
(WHISPERS) Sod you, then. Sod you.
Well, we're all right on altitude. We can fly at 60 feet in the dark.
- My dear boy, can you do that? - Yes, we've been at it all week.
- (# Theme from The Dam Busters) - Here they come. Good luck.
- I want in. - (ENGINES WHIRRING)
Ssh!
(CROW CAWS)
- Penny for 'em? - Irwin.
What's a man like you doing in a place like this?
Well...
we've got one here tomorrow, first thing.
Far corner.
Give it time, Leonard. That's the secret. All will be well.
You would say that, wouldn't you, Uncle Irwin?
Well, you're an undertaker.
Death, where is thy sting? I'll tell you where it is.
It's lying on a slab down at your place, getting all prettied up,
ready for these lovely plots with their immutable marble
and their... their comforting words.
Leonard.
I shouldn't be working with you, Uncle Irwin. I don't believe in it any more.
- Believe in what? - What we do.
We shouldn't bury people at all, Uncle Irwin.
We should just... just leave 'em out on the streets,
rotting in great big mounds
so everyone can see what it's really about,
because it's not about here and it's not about the parlour.
It's about bodies, that's all.
Dead bodies, piled high, redundant, used, spent up.
- Leonard, stop it. - What?
- Stop talking like that. It's... - It's what? The truth?
It's a sin.
Look, I know you're upset. You've got every reason to be.
But it doesn't mean... well, behaving like that,
saying those words as if there's nothing except...
It's sloth, that's what that is, Leonard.
No, sloth is sitting on your arse all day.
Sloth is giving up, ceasing to live while you're still alive.
- It's what you're doing now. - I am facing up to the truth.
You're giving up on the truth.
What you're describing now is a world of despair, a world without hope.
There is no such place.
Oh, yes, there is.
Leonard.
I'm going home.
Leonard, listen to me!
You cannot simply stop!
Who says?
(DOOR SLAMS)
Uncle Irwin.
Leonard.
What are you doing here?
I thought I'd fetch my stuff back.
Keep it. Souvenir.
(# JIMI HENDRIX: Voodoo Chile)
Uncle Irwin.
- (MUSIC PLAYING LOUDLY) - Uncle Irwin!
Uncle Irwin!
Oh, sorry. I thought you'd gone.
I am doing. I...
Oh, yes.
I know. Had me down more as a requiem and oratorio man, didn't you, eh?
(VOLUME DOWN)
Yes, sorry, I am a bit, er...
Well, in truth, Leonard, I...
I was a little upset by our exchange in the graveyard.
Sent me to rather a painful place, I'm afraid.
Still, you gotta speak your mind,
and I'm glad you're still here, cos I'd like to speak mine, if that's all right.
- Uncle Irwin... - Five minutes.
(CHUCKLES) Drink.
Drink.
Fortitude, Leonard.
Fortitude.
Well, I am an undertaker. You're right, that much is true.
I am an undertaker. But it doesn't mean I was... I was born to it.
I'm like this because of the way I trained myself
and because I learned to behave appropriately.
I would like this...
- (MUSIC GETS LOUDER) ...to be blasting away all day
on a bloody great sound system that shakes the fillings out of your teeth
and stops pacemakers.
But, well...
- (VOLUME DOWN) ...that would be...
that would be unbefitting in my position.
People wouldn't know what to do, so I have to curb my natural tendencies.
But that doesn't mean I don't... I don't feel or... or see, that I, er...
I hate shoes, Leonard.
I hate having to put shoes back on dead bodies when I dress them.
You swap so many other things, don't you? Trousers, dresses on women.
But shoes... shoes hang around with you.
I look at shoes and all that life,
relentless life, treading forward day after day,
and then, in my hands, all that genius and vitality, and it's all gone.
No, I... I taped this off one of my Steven's records.
Found a load of his shoes when I cleared out his room.
Every pair was splitting on the right instep, just above the sole,
every one of 'em marked just the same,
football boots, plimsolls, pair of brothel creepers, tatty old brogues.
And... and all them things, all them uses he put 'em to,
and I... I picked up every shoe and I looked at it
and I thought, "My Steven used to fit in there.
"My perfect Steven filled you right up once,
"till you were brimful and overflowing and..."
Life is cruel and shocking and arbitrary,
I know that, Leonard, but it is life nevertheless.
And life is... is so abundant!
But that's why I'm an undertaker, Leonard.
That's why I behave as I do, not because I'm trying to sanitise anything.
You can't. But I want...
I want the bereaved to look into my eyes, knowing what I have seen,
and see no fear, but strength.
I want them to look at me and draw hope, hope to keep going,
so that eventually, in time, they might be able to start living again,
and put death where it belongs - at the end of life lived -
because if death tells us one thing, Leonard,
it is the pricelessness of the time we have been given.
- (MUSIC PLAYING) - Oh, I love this bit. I love this bit.
Listen. Listen. Listen, listen. Listen! Ha-ha-ha-ha!
- (MUSIC GETS LOUDER) - It's like... it's like all that noise,
all that chaos,
then... then...
music, order,
resonance.
So painful, Uncle Irwin, though, isn't it, life?
Full of pain.
Of course it is, but it's not just that,
and that's why it's so hard to go or let someone go, Leonard.
But that's the crux of it,
because for every bad moment we've felt, for each second of bleakness,
we have experienced pinpricks of exaltation a million times stronger.
We... we cling passionately to life for a reason, the right reason.
And I defy any person, anyone, to say it isn't worth it.
Despite all the sorrow, all the loss,
I defy anyone to hand on heart say they would have missed this Earth,
this life, this pain, for what it gives us in return...
...this love.
My wife and my boy, they haven't ever gone away.
I swear they haven't ever left me. And they never will.
And I don't mean heaven, any of that. I'm not...
I... I mean... I mean here.
In here, there they are.
I hear them, I feel them, the very essence of them distilled and concentrated.
There, there, the force of them and what we were,
because when I take my... when I take my last breath on this Earth, Leonard...
well, they'll come with me, or I'll go with them,
and everything will have run its glorious, barbed, unforgettable course,
and we will be at peace,
together... at last.
Cry, cry, cry, Leonard.
(SOBS)
But never waste a second, Leonard.
Never give up such opportunity.
- Carl! - Len. Len.
- I don't... I don't feel too clever, Len. - Oh, my God.
What happened?
- Sorry about the blood on the upholstery. - That doesn't matter.
Oh, Christ!
What have they done to you? What happened, Carl?
(GASPS) It was a warehouse full of hooky gear.
Mickey said they're not likely to have Securicor.
There was a padlock.
(GASPS)
And I was...
- Jesus. - Oh, God!
- (HORN BLARES) - Piss off!
Hang on, Carl. We're nearly there. Carl.
Keep awake. Keep awake!
- Help! Will somebody please help? Please! - (GROANING)
Aaah!
It's all right, Carl. It's all right.
(INAUDIBLE)
Mr Green?
- What... what's happened? - He's going to be fine.
Don't worry. He's just gone up to the ward.
Oh, thank you. Thank you so much. Thank you very much.
Tell him he's a very lucky man.
We thought we'd lost him at one stage, but we dragged him back to life.
(RINGS BELL REPEATEDLY)
Uncle Irwin! Uncle Irwin, I need to talk to you.
I know it's early, but I've got...
Oh, I mean, what a night! But I'm all right, Uncle Irwin.
Len!
Mattise, what are you doing up?
I thought I heard the car. Is that blood?
Yeah, Carl got into some trouble, certain ramifications. But it's all right now.
- Are you OK? - Actually, I've got a problem
of a personal kind. I wonder, can you help me, Len?
Oh, couldn't it wait, Mattise? I mean, I really wanna to talk to Irwin.
I really would appreciate it.
Upstairs.
What's the problem, then, Mattise?
MATTISE: He's dead.
Jesus.
I was only talking to him last night. He can't...
What's he doing here in your bed, Mattise? Did he collapse?
You got him undressed?
You know why he's there, Len. It's obvious.
- Mattise! - What?
He's my Uncle Irwin.
And he's my lover, Len.
I'm sorry.
I... I'm really, really sorry, Mattise.
He was a proper lover, an' all.
It was always seeing him on his own, after his Joan died,
knowing what a good feller he was, considerate and steady.
So I said to him one day, "You're wasting yourself, Irwin.
"You should get a girlfriend to spend your time with,
"instead of all those dead people."
And he said it was hard to find company at his age.
So, I joked, "Well, you can always come over to the parlour."
And he goes, "Yes, I should like that, thank you.
"But not them young girls."
See, he was a very passionate man, was Irwin.
I know.
I know he was.
I know that.
What is it?
Shoes.
Move the body for me, Len.
You know how people talk.
- What is it? - Nothing. I...
It's just, lately... dead bodies. I've been struggling.
For God's sake, Leonard, who else am I gonna ask?
You're an undertaker, aren't you?
Yes.
I am an undertaker.
He taught me...
...my Uncle Irwin did.
(DOGS WHINE)
Daddy, you're back.
For ever, love.
For ever.
#Angel came down from heaven yesterday
#She stayed with me just long enough to rescue me
#And she told me a story yesterday
#About the sweet love between the moon and the deep blue sea
#And then she spread her wings high over me
#She said she's gonna come back tomorrow
#And I said, fly on, my sweet angel
#Fly on through the sky
#Fly on, my sweet angel
# Tomorrow I'm gonna be by your side... #
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
#... Sure enough this morning came unto me
#Silver wings silhouetted against a child's sunrise
#And my angel, she said unto me
# Today is the day for you to rise... #
Fortitude, Uncle Irwin.
Fortitude.
#... And then she took me high over yonder
#And I said, fly on, my sweet angel
#Fly on through the sky
#Fly on, my sweet angel
#For ever I will be by your side. #
IRWIN: Fortitude, Leonard.
Fortitude.