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Look, I'm sorry.
'Do you people get kicks out of this sort of thing? '
- If you could give me the details of... - 'You skin us alive with your fare increases,
then you try to make a laughing stock out of us.'
Yes, look, I am sorry, but...
'I practically remortgaged the house to pay for the fare and then, halfway through the journey,
I found out there was a special offer.'
- If you could let me know... - Thanks for telling us!
'The other passengers were in hysterics when I told them how much I'd paid for my ticket.
There was this bloke in first class, stuffing himself with champagne and smoked salmon,
who'd paid nothing, and his kids and his wife had come free.'
- I can only help you if... - 'Special offer? Ha! I spit on special offer! '
Please, sir, if you could just tell me where and when you were travelling,
- I promise that I will look into this. - 'Singapore, March 13th.'
- Singapore? - 'Yes.'
This is... this is Passenger Relations, British Rail.
'You're not British Airways? '
No.
'Then why the bloody hell have you been wasting my time?! '
Looking forward to this afternoon, Colin?
Yeah, well, it'll be nice to get out, Mr Travers, yeah.
Yes. Eurotunnel is upon us at last.
The English press will be there and the French,
celebrities, a six-course meal.
It should be quite a bash. You know how to get to the Waldorf from here?
Yeah, well, actually I've got a taxi coming in five minutes.
There's nothing much to these marketing dos, Colin. Just show your face.
Spread a bit of entente cordiale and get stuck into the food.
Main thing is to enjoy yourself.
- Yes, thanks, Mr Travers. - Right. Good lad.
Yeah, Old Watkins let off the leash for once, eh? Yes, makes a change.
Nah, shouldn't be much to it really. Yeah, grab a couple of canapés.
Slurp a bit of vino, throw up over a couple of diplomats and, if I'm asked,
say that wild horses wouldn't drag me down to that death-trap. Yes.
By the way, where's Graham, Colin?
Erm, well, he's, erm, he's not actually back yet.
- He's been out since half past ten. - Yes...
Colin, I don't mind a bit of give and take in this office, but I do resent being taken for a ride.
I mean, it's happening all the time now.
If Graham thinks he can absent himself for hours on end, then he's mistaken.
He's going to get an official caution. First and last.
Yes. Well, if you think so.
Oh, yes. He'll be told as soon as he gets back.
Now, I was just thinking, Colin, you know this thing at the Waldorf you're going to?
- Yes. - What if you don't go?
- Sorry? - That way you'd be free to speak to Graham.
- Me? - Who else, Colin? You are the supervisor.
- Yes, but... - I know, I know...
you're worried about missing the Eurotunnel launch, aren't you? Yes.
Well, I tell you what, Colin, erm... Oh!
It'll mean me having to juggle things about a bit, but... All right, I'll go.
It's OK, don't worry.
Just let me know how you get on with Graham.
Yeah!
Oi, Col, what's going on?
I just saw Travers on the way out and he said you were going to give me a caution.
- Erm... - Is that true?
Look, it's no skin off my nose you going for these job interviews,
- but you know what Travers is like... - Let me get this straight.
You, Colin Watkins, who's sat opposite me for four years, who's gone down the pub with me,
who's had a laugh with us, read my paper and all that, you are now giving me a caution?
- Well, I... - Well, don't worry about it, Col.
It doesn't matter, anyway. I did go for an interview today and with any luck,
I'll be shot of this place soon.
Yeah, I'll be me own boss, have my own car, roam around the country.
Not stuck here in this rat hole. I'll have an expense account.
I won't be fumbling around for my luncheon vouchers.
You want to watch it, Col. How long have you been here?
Ages. Do you know what you are?
- What? - An old desk.
You're part of the furniture - battered, chipped, dependable.
Somewhere people can put their arses wherever they like.
Oh, yes, it's so easy, isn't it?
Loads of nice jobs just hanging around, falling off trees.
Let's have a look.
"Creative and Media".
"Very Competitive" page.
"The Very Competitive Indeed" page.
The "Let's Face lt, You Haven't Got a Monkey's" section.
Oh, yes, here we are...
"Vacancies Already Filled But Advertised Anyway To Wind The Punters Up" supplement.
Oh, what's the use? There's no way out.
I'll be in that job till the day I die, I know it.
I'll retire, they'll give me a whisky decanter.
I'll die of hypothermia the following year.
And that's it. Colin Watkins' brief candle.
"Dear Colin, we're pleased to tell you that your story Out of Commission
has been accepted for inclusion in next year's Langley Book of Horror,
which is scheduled to be published at the end of January.
Further details of contract will follow shortly. All best wishes, John Langley."
Jen! Jen! Jen, I've done it. It's in! The story's made it.
- 'You've heard from Langley? ' - Yeah, yeah. It's going in!
- The Langley Book of Horror. - 'Colin, I don't know what to say! It's brilliant! '
Yeah, now get over here. We're going to celebrate.
'I can't. I've got that clients' dinner I told you about.'
- What? You, you... - 'They've flown in from Belgium specially.'
Well, cancel it!
Nothing like this has ever happened to me in my life before.
We are going to celebrate tonight!
- You do want champagne, don't you? - Yes.
Great.
I mean, the lobsters will freeze, if you prefer to pop out for a kebab or something.
- I don't want kebabs. - Neither do I. Just checking.
Right!
Right. On with the celebration.
Yeah, let's get that boat and really push it out for once, eh?
There is a half bottle of Riesling in the fridge, if you'd...
- Something's up. - No, there isn't.
- Yes, there is. - No, there isn't.
Colin, what?
What?
You don't think we're jumping the gun, do you?
- Why? - The book's not even out yet.
I can't help feeling all this celebration is tempting fate.
You're absolutely right. I mean, the moment you open that champagne,
John Langley's going to come stampeding through that door and call the whole thing off.
Look, I haven't come round to spend the whole evening staring at your miserable mush.
- Now open the bubbly! - You could be right, you know.
- About what? - About Langley changing his mind.
- Oh, don't be absurd! - Well...
I mean, you've got it here in writing, in black and white.
It's perfectly possible, you know. People do blow hot and cold.
I mean, he probably never thought I had it in me to start with.
Then he read my story, found it reasonably literate, not too many spelling mistakes.
He was so impressed by the fact that the covering letter was in joined-up writing,
he went completely overboard.
Now, in the cold light of day, he's beginning to regret it.
He's probably sitting at home right now, trying to concoct a diplomatic letter.
"Dear Colin..." No.
"Dear Mr Watkins..." Hm!
"Dear Watkins..."
"Dear Scum-bag...
When I first read your story, I thought it was absolutely sensational.
On a second reading, I vomited.
So let's just call the whole thing a terrible, a terrible mistake.
Sorry to be so mercurial but I'm only human, aren't I? All best wishes, etc, etc.
John Langley."
Jen?
- What are you doing? - I'm going to bed.
It's eight o'clock.
Yeah, we're obviously not celebrating and I've got an early start.
Why do you always have to overreact?
It's a perfectly reasonable fear, isn't it? I was just getting it off my chest.
Look, John Langley is just about the most respected publisher in the business.
It is a known fact that once he makes a decision he sticks by it.
- Really? - Really. He does not change his mind.
You're right!
The most important thing to happen to me in the past decade and I'm all on edge.
Right, OK, panic over! Let's get stuck into the champers.
Jen?
What time shall I set the alarm for?
What are you doing? Come on, let's get stuck in!
Look, tonight has all gone wrong.
I cancelled my clients, rushed round buying nice food, got all dressed up
and within two minutes of my getting here the whole atmosphere is destroyed.
I'm OK about it now, you see. You've eased my mind. I want to celebrate now.
I'm not a machine. I mean, you don't just press 36 and get "good mood".
Anyway, the more I think of it, you're probably right. Best to wait till the book comes out.
I don't want to wait until the book comes out! I'm in a festive mood now.
Sit down and bloody celebrate!
There's no need to shout. Now I'm definitely off to bed.
Oh, bloody marvellous!
On Colin Watkins' big day.
Let's celebrate in style!
What can I do now?
Unblock the waste disposal unit?
Oh, I know, I could go through last year's gas bills.
Oh, God, I'm elated!
Ah, so what if Langley has changed his mind? What if he hasn't?
What's all the fuss about, anyway? Who gives a damn?
It's only a poxy little story, isn't it?
It's not a a novel. It's not a violin concerto.
It's not an opera cycle. It's a 36-page story.
A piffling molecule in the galaxy of creation.
Ah, well, you've had your moment of success, Watkins, settle down.
There's drudgery to be getting on with.
- Hello? - 'Ls that Colin Watkins? '
It's Ann Fletcher here - John Langley's secretary.'
Oh, my God! That's it. The end of the line. She's rung up to apologise.
They're sending the story back. It was all a mistake.
'Hello?
Hello?
Hello? '
Hello.
'Erm, John wants to know if you're free next Wednesday evening.
He'd like to take you out to dinner.'
Din? Er, er, dinner? Me? Er...
Er, er, I'm... Yeah, fine! Fine!
'Good, shall we say eight o'clock? Phillippe's Brasserie in Frith Street.'
Hang on, hang on! Erm, eight, eight, yeah.
Er, er, Phillippe's Brasserie?
Er, Frith... Frith Street, yeah. Yeah, yeah, that'll be fine, fine.
'Between you and me, Colin, you've done very well. It's not often John takes the writers out.
He thought your story was by far and away the best.'
- Did he? - 'Yes.
- He's talked of nothing else the past week.' - What?
'Well, apparently, you've set a whole new style.
Since he got your story, three contributors have been asked for re-writes.
This is strictly off the record, of course. Anyway, next Wednesday it is, then.
I'll put a letter in the post just to confirm the arrangements.'
Right, right!
Oooooh!
Oooh, aaaaagh!
Ooooh!
Aaah! Erm, erm...
- Hello, Jen? - 'Colin, I'm in a meeting.'
Er, er, Jen. Me, me, best! Langley!
'What? '
- Story, you know. - 'What are you on about? '
- Dinner! - 'Are you all right? '
For heaven's sake, woman, it's easy enough to understand! It's perfectly clear!
Langley thought that my story was the best and is taking me out to dinner.
- 'Oh, that's wonderful. When? ' - What?
- 'When's he taking you out? ' - Er, erm, er, Wed.
'What? '
- Wed! Wed! - 'Wednesday? '
Yes, yes! Wed, eight! Phil! Bra! Frith! Yes!
Which one shall I wear?
Look, Langley is not going to see your underpants.
Now we haven't got much time. Have you got the address?
Erm, yeah. I'll go and get the letter, yeah.
"Dear Colin, Just a quick note to say once again
how much we enjoyed Out of Commission.
It really was one of the best contributions we've had. Mwah!
Looking forward to seeing you at Phillippe's Brasserie, 48, Frith Street at 8:00pm,
Wednesday 12th. Best wishes, John Langley."
Right, that's just up from Piccadilly Circus Tube.
Hang on.
- Are you intending to wear trousers? - Wait a minute.
- D'you see that? - See what?
Anything strike you about that letter?
Well, it's on paper, it's in English.
No, no, no, look, look at the "Dear" and the "Colin". Look, they're out of line, you see?
Yeah, well the typewriter must have slipped or something.
It's a circular. My name's out of line with everything else.
It's probably the way they write their letters. Now do you a tie or do you want to be casual?
- It's a circular! - Casual, why not?
I think your blue shirt will go best with these trousers.
- It's a bloody circular! - "Thank you, Jenny, that was a brilliant idea."
It's a bloody round robin. Other people have had this!
There'll probably be other writers there tonight then. It'll be a good chance to make contacts.
I don't want other people there. I want it to be just me.
Look, I've just noticed this, it says "one of the best contributions".
Last week, his secretary said, "By far and away the best contribution."
- I'm being relegated behind me back. - You are not being relegated!
"One of the best" - I mean, what does it mean?
"One of the best" - I mean, how many of us are there? Eh?
Two? Three? Twenty?
How many other hacks am I going to have this wonderful tête-a-tête evening with, eh?
John Langley's best? Oh, yes, two-a-penny. Roll up, roll up! Come and get 'em!
Cheap at half the price! God, there's nothing like feeling a bit special, is there?
What does he think I am? What does he think I am, eh?
A piece of Allied Carpet? A slab of butter festering on some EEC mountain?
"Ah, yes, that's your table Mr Watkins, over there in the corner -
the one in the candlelit alcove, with Mr John Langley,
14 other writers, half the population of Shanghai and two Afghanistani goat herds."
And where the bloody hell is my blue shirt?
Hello. Is that Phillippe's Brasserie? Yes. Hello. Could you help me, please?
Mr John Langley has reserved a table for eight o'clock. How many has he booked it for?
Two? Thank you. Goodbye.
Now piss off!
In two hours from now, we'll be on the brandies,
probably influencing the entire course of contemporary English literature.
The whole restaurant will be craning their necks,
desperately trying to catch snippets of our conversation. Oh, well, each to their own.
Excuse me, could you turn that down, please?
I said, could you turn that thing down?
There are other passengers in this carriage, you know.
- They haven't said they want it down. - Well, I'm sure they do.
I'm asking you politely.
- Is something bothering you? - I'm asking you politely to turn that down.
If you want it turned down, why don't you come over here and do it yourself?
You heard him - you turn it down!
Oi!
You stupid old cow!
What are you doing? Oh, how dare you? No!
That's right -just sit there.
I'm twice your age and half your size.
Couldn't somebody think of pulling the emergency cord?
Or calling the guard? Or... Perhaps it was too much bother?
"I'm late! Oh yes, I'm in too much of a hurry." There's no time to get involved, is there?
That's it? Were you scared?
Oh, for God's sake! Do you think I wasn't?
It wasn't your problem, oh, no.
Oh, go on, get on with your lives!
Don't let it spoil your evening!
I was looking forward to this meeting, Colin.
The Langley Book of Horror has been going for about ten years now
and it was getting in a bit of a rut. With more stuff like yours...
it'll have a new lease of life. You were right on target. It was terrific.
- Oh, thanks. Thanks very much. - Don't let it spoil your evening!
Actually, when I say you were right on target, it's not quite true.
Your writing was different from any that had gone before.
It was off-the-wall, whimsical. In fact, just the direction I wanted to take now.
I don't think any new writer has had such an impact as you have.
- Don't let it spoil your evening! - I won't let it spoil my evening.
Initially, I thought that the incident...
I wasn't the only person in that carriage. Someone else could have done something.
...Re-reading it, I was totally won over.
One of things that excited me most was the sheer simplicity.
You took a simple psychological motif -
in this case guilt -
and followed it through to its perfectly logical conclusion.
I've lost my appetite. I don't want to eat.
- Shall I take your order now, Mr Langley? - Yes, please.
It's a disaster. I don't want to eat.
I think if I eat, I'll throw up all over the table.
What?
Sorry! Sorry, I just... I was thinking...
I was just thinking about throwing... throwing... throwing you a roll.
A monkfish ceviche and then rack of lamb. Colin?
Er, monk... monk... monk ceviche and rack of lamb.
You choose the wine, Colin. Get something nice - let's sting Langley & Edison tonight.
There was nothing you could do for her. Just put it behind you. Enjoy tonight.
Go the whole hob. You're not going to get many invites like this coming your way,
so do what he says and let rip.
Bottle of house white, please.
One of the things I liked most about your piece was the humour.
Not only did it lighten the piece and refresh it, it also heightened the drama.
Now, by contrast, take an idea that in some way is very similar to yours.
Conrad's Lord Jim.
That too derives its energy from a basic psychological idea.
- Do you know the story, Colin? - Erm...
It's about a sea captain who leaves his passengers in a sinking ship
and stands by in his lifeboat to watch them drown.
Oh.
In short, it's about cowardice.
Yes.
He feels utterly degraded as a human being and it haunts him for the rest of his life.
I see.
It's a long, bleak, relentless, harrowing argument
for mental and spiritual self-flagellation
in which the only solace is death.
- Telephone call for you, Mr Langley. - Oh, sorry, Colin.
Would you like the lamb rare or medium, sir?
What? Oh, I don't care. You choose.
Thank you, sir.
Why did she have to pick on me?
What could I have done? I'd have only made things worse.
Diving in there, aggravating the situation even more.
They'd have left her alone and I'd have ended up in intensive care.
I mean, what a cheek - here I am on the verge of artistic breakthrough.
I'm supposed to lay down my life for some stupid old woman,
who rampages around the Underground system causing confrontation wherever she goes.
I mean, those poor kids.
An innocent bunch of healthy, obnoxious teenagers,
who are just out for a bit of fun with their ghetto-blaster
and along comes old Mother Grundy to wreck their evening for them.
I mean, what is wrong with a bit of hideous cacophony every now and then?
That was Malcolm Edison, my partner.
So excited about the new book, he has to track me down here.
He also mentioned discussing future projects with you, Colin.
Oh, really? Wait a minute, it wasn't cowardice on my part.
It was shyness. Yes! Good old English shyness, that's it.
We just... we just hate being self-conscious in public.
I said do you think it's out of the question?
Oh, my God, I wasn't listening!
Erm...
What's he referring to? Stories? Royalties?
Middlesbrough winning the Second Division?
Breeding wildebeest in captivity?
Well, I think it probably depends on, on, on, on what you mean by...
Yes?
- By it. - What?
What you said.
But I don't think there's any other interpretation.
Oh, yes, I, I, think... I think there are three quite, possibly quite, different meanings.
Are there?
Yes, there's the obvious... the obvious surface meaning. Er...
There's the... there's the... there's the not-so-obvious, deep-seated meaning.
And there's... there's a really... there's a really, really unlikely meaning
that's, that's so far beneath the surface of things,
that, that, that no-one would ever, ever, think...
I'm sorry, John, I haven't been listening to a word you've been saying.
I'm sorry. I've just had something on my mind, erm...
Oh, I'm sorry. Anything you want to discuss?
No, no. No, look I'm... I'm OK. Please... please carry on. I'm all ears.
Now concentrate on what he's saying, Watkins.
- We are thinking of commissioning... - Privacy, that's another reason.
Yes, we respect other people's privacy.
The last thing she wanted was me barging in, trying to solve her problem.
We don't tread on each other's toes. We're too polite. Yes, we keep ourselves to ourselves.
We calmly sit by and watch other people get mutilated.
Oh, my God!
I'd have had those kids for breakfast.
I'd have taken them to the cleaner's.
Mate of mine in Deptford has got a crossbow. He could sort 'em out.
Of course, you know what Mick would have done?
Yeah - the Alsatian.
He'd have got his old man's Alsatian, starved it for a week, driven it down in his Land Rover
and let all five foot ten of the bugger loose on 'em.
Right. Well, that's helpful to know.
- Difficult to say, Col. - Why?
- Oh, no! - What?
- They haven't got any Super Jiffy. - Why is it difficult to say?
Hang on. They've probably got them in Household. Cos I wasn't there, was I?
I told you what happened.
Wait a minute. Going the wrong way. Erm... No, I'm not!
I told you what happened down to the last detail, for Chrissake!
- Well, going by what you said... - Well, who's bloody word do you want for it?
Raisa Gorbachev's?
It sounds like you probably did the right thing.
Sounds like? Probably? Oh, thanks a lot!
Remind me to call you as a character witness, next time I'm in the box, won't you?
"Colin Watkins? Pretty good sort of bloke. A bit dodgy when it comes to the crunch, though."
You did what any normal human being would do.
Oh, that's even better that is! What is "normal" supposed to mean?
All right, take this incident the other day.
Bloke gets attacked in Putney High Street in the rush hour.
Did anyone actually do anything? Course not.
Small kid gets dragged into a car slap bang in the middle of the West End.
Anyone stop to question it? Nah. They haven't got the time.
A week later, his body ends up in Romney Marshes.
Last week, I had to deal with a rape case. Happened in her own house.
Needn't have done if anyone had been fagged to see what all the screaming was about.
It's the way we live now, Col. I see it everyday in my job. Nobody cares any more.
Thanks a lot, Des. I feel so much better now.
No bloody Super Jiffy! We are becoming increasingly callous as a race.
- So I am a callous bastard then? - No, of course not.
Des, just get off the fence and tell me - did I do the right thing?
- It's not for me to pass judgment, Col. - Yes, it is!
- That's it. I'm sunk. - What?
- No Super Jiffy. - Can't you use something else?
You tear round like a blue-arsed fly cos they can't be bothered to stock the shelves properly.
- For God's sake! - It really gets my goat. Anyone like to help?
If I don't get this Super Jiffy, that is it - the whole evening is blown.
Would somebody please get this man some bloody Super Jiffy?!
At least tell me what you would have done?
Well, it depends.
Oh, don't start that again. Look, let me put it this way.
Have you ever been in that situation before?
- No. - Oh...
Not for donkey's years.
- Eh? You mean you have? - Well, sort of.
Well, what happened?
Pass us the Brillo will you, Col? It's right by you.
Well, come on.
- It's all a bit of a blur really. - Tell me.
Erm, I don't see the point. It's not strictly comparable.
I need to hear about it!
- Well, there were these blokes. - How many?
I don't know. It was dark. It was difficult to see. Blimey, this one's a bastard!
Time for the big guns, I reckon. Pass me the brush, Col.
Anyway, this woman was trying to get into a lift in her tower block
and they were giving her a bit of a hard time. Not much else to say, really.
- So you... so you did something? - Yeah. I couldn't just leave her there, could I?
Why not?!
Well, how come you didn't say anything about this earlier?
Because they were a completely different set of circumstances.
I knew you'd get hold of the wrong end of the stick and compare it to your own situation.
How dare you patronise me!
Colin...
It's a bit... it's a bit different for me.
You know, with my job, the kind of kids I handle.
You get to be a bit... streetwise.
For a start, I could tell a mile off that this bloke was going to pull a knife.
Knife?!
And the other guy obviously had never used a machete before in his life.
A machete?!
It was nothing. I'd got the luck of the bounce, that's all. I was out of casualty in half an hour.
It was the local papers made a song and dance about it.
- Oh, my God - a hero! - I am not a hero.
- Bugger off! - But, Col...
- Stay away from me! - Col!
Col!
You had it coming to you, didn't you?
That night on the train, going to see Langley, strutting around like a peacock.
So smug, so pleased with yourself.
Glibly dismissing the rest of the human race.
You got too near the sun, Watkins. Your wings melted.
OK, so it happened once. No need to write yourself off.
Go for a fresh start.
Make tonight the first night of the rest of your life.
I mean, take him for a start. Just let him try it.
One step out of line. One bit of aggro. Just don't push your luck.
I can play that game too. Go on, go on, tempt me!
You didn't think you'd run into Charles Bronson on the Bakerloo Line tonight, did you?
Would you put that out, please?
No.
- There's no smoking in the Tube. - Yes, there is. Us.
I'll report you to the guard.
- Do what you like. - You'll be fined.
You're beginning to get on my nerves.
Here, excuse me...
Yeah? What's up, mate?
This is, er... This is Kilburn Park, isn't it?
Yes, it is.
It's my stop, that's all.
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