Did anyone make it to the funeral?
It was a cremation but by the time they'd tracked me down,
it was too late.
None of us went at all?
Who else is coming today?
Everyone.
All of us under the same roof,
how long has it been?
20 years?
Copy of the will here,
I was made executor and when the flat is sold,
the money will be divvied up between everyone.
Could you finish clearing in here?
I hoped after all this time, she'd have stopped blaming me
for what happened between you.
Oi!
Oh!
What did you expect? If they hurt when you first bought them...
Yeah, but I thought they'd stretch, didn't I?
Isn't that Mark?
Oh, God!
Just ignore him.
Supersedes the old transistor system that, have a look.
Totally revolutionized micro-electronics.
Oi! What's their bloody problem?
Pay them no attention.
Hey, jungle boy!
Don't make a fuss, all right?
Get back on your banana boat, wog.
No, no. I'll do more than make a bloody fuss...
Alan, leave it!
Just let it go.
Right.
How do you put up with that?
Practice.
I ordered for you,
I hope you don't mind?
Not as much as I used to.
Why the three line whip, Pa?
Your mother and I were down at the cottage in Dorset this weekend.
Mrs Roscoe, remember her?
She cleans for us now.
She found a... stash,
is that the right word?
A stash of pills under your mattress.
Now please,
please don't insult my intelligence by claiming they're aspirin.
They're what? What are they?
LSD, amphetamines, what?
The former, if memory serves.
Needless to say your mother is as disappointed in you as I am.
Nothing new there then.
For God's sake, Jack!
Has it come to this?
You can't face up to reality without some... mind-altering chemical?
It's about finding a higher reality.
Anything but this one, frankly.
You know there's talk of Heath going for a reshuffle.
I've a shot at shadow education this time.
We could be running the country in a year.
But if that woman had gone to the police, Jack,
it would goodbye to all that. And the rest.
A Christmas hamper for her loyalty should do the trick.
I suppose I have nobody to blame but myself.
I've indulged you too much.
Everything you've ever wanted you've had handed to you on a plate.
Like you always say, Dad.
There's no problem can't be solved without chucking money at it, eh?
Well, that's easily solved.
Next summer, after your finals, that's it. That is it.
No more bail-outs for your overdraft.
No more subsidising you while you spin your wheels
doing some pointless post-graduate course. I'm cutting my losses.
Sounds like a plan.
Tell me, Jack, what is it you see when you look at me?
When I look at you,
all I see is the arrogance
and self-interest of privilege.
You spout on about individualism
but it's just a front to grab what you can from those who have nothing.
Your conservatism, everything you stand for,
is based on a negative idea of human nature.
That unless the base instincts of the great unwashed are controlled
by your bankrupt value system, they'll run riot and self-destruct.
I see.
You did ask.
Fuck! Fuck!
When you hear this sound, it's all change.
You're all getting too precious. Art belongs to everyone.
Ownership diminishes its power and its purpose.
All change!
'Our problems at the root.
'That doesn't mean that the pound here in Britain,
'in your pocket or in your bank, has been devalued.
'What it does mean is that we shall now be able to see more goods abroad
'on a competitive basis...'
All that I'm saying is that... Right, who wants what?
You see I like the bit, right, where he goes,
"What we got here is a failure to communicate!"
Bonnie Clyde's the best one. "Some day, they'll go down together."
"They'll bury them side by side, to a few, there'll be grief..."
"To the law, a relief. And it's death to Bonnie and Clyde!"
How about this one?
"There's white time in jail, boy, and there's coloured time in jail.
"The worst kind of time you can do is coloured time."
Think racism and segregation.
To Kill a Mockingbird? To Sir with Love?
Heat of the Night.
Heat of the Night? You leave any for us?
Which movie did you go for in the end?
Cool Hand Luke, brilliant, cracking film, wasn't it?
He's got a hard-on for Paul Newman.
That explains the homosexual overtones you were telling me about.
No, undertones, Vic, I said undertones, didn't I?
They're always taking their shirts off in front of each other like a bunch of bloody poofs.
Look, you're the shrink, Orla, right,
you've got to tell these lot that it's about the subtext.
Or, "It takes one to know one."
So speaks the biggest poofter in North London.
It was faggots you ordered, wasn't it, sir?
Aye, bloody faggots.
He won't thank you for keeping it a secret. None of them will.
You think if we keep having this conversation
it'll come out the way you want to?
On the subject of secrets anyway, glasshouses and stones come to mind.
Keeping secrets from family is different.
It's about protecting them.
Displaying her tits to a bunch of strangers is God's work, so it is.
Her Mam would be proud.
Getting the last word in doesn't make you in the right, Jay.
Ditto.
Night.
Yeah, night-night.
Hey, Jay,
"What we got here, is a failure to communicate."
Ah! It's a brilliant film, isn't it?
Been a while since we did this, eh?
A proper family Sunday lunch.
There, nice end bit for my favourite girl.
So when did it actually go on the market? The house?
Couple of weeks back.
Why? I mean, why now?
Um...
In a marriage, when you start working off each other's weaknesses
rather than your strengths, it's time to reassess,
to re-evaluate what it is you...
We're getting divorced.
All that's changed is we won't be living under the same roof.
That's all. And next summer you'll have graduated.
You'll be up and running,
independent, that's what you must focus on now.
Where will you live?
I'm getting a flat in London, near work.
Alone?
Of course alone, that's not what's happening here.
No, Mum and I came to this decision together, didn't we?
And we're not rushing at it like gangbusters.
There's a new divorce law coming, we'll wait for that.
No-one proving fault or playing dirty.
No private detectives jumping out of wardrobes.
We just live apart for a couple of years.
I'll go. Have to find my way around a kitchen sooner or later, eh?
It's an adventure, a new chapter.
I'll find a garden flat somewhere and...
I'll have to find a job of some kind, of course.
The cake shop in the High Street has got...
The state of them!
I got this on the old Aga.
It was here when we moved in, remember?
Of course you don't, you were only a baby.
And this is that chip pan fire,
when I nearly set the whole house alight.
Battle scars.
OK, OK.
No!
Let it ring.
I thought you and Mark were history?
He won't take no for an answer.
Apparently, I'm...
What was it?
"Incapable of emotion,
"of empathy, of caring one jot for another human."
Maybe he's right.
I've never even come close to being in love. Whatever that means.
Ranks as a triumph of intellect over sentiment in my book.
Maybe it's genetics.
I mean, some people have blue eyes or brown hair, don't they?
Who's to say it's not the same with feelings?
Some of us are just...
Less endowed in the emotional department?
God, the times I've had that thrown at me.
You've more passion than anyone I've ever met, Jack.
Maybe rage is just a diversion.
From what?
The F word.
Futility.
That, whatever we do, nothing will change.
We're just an irrelevant blip in the status quo.
You're a bloody inspiration.
Do you know that, Jack?
Go to bed.
Charlotte...
She's at her folks' tonight.
Anyway, we have a pact.
Like Sartre and de Beauvoir.
We're cool about contingent relationships.
Contingent?
Ancillary relationships.
We're all different with different people, aren't we?
It's a way of finding a new variation of ourselves,
realising our potential.
How come she never said anything to me?
Maybe you never asked.
Last night was a one-off, Jack.
You, me, this,
it never happened, OK?
Is this about Charlotte still?
Everything Mark said about me last night...
we just proved him right.
Join our sit-in of shame!
Show your abhorrence for American aggression in Vietnam!
Show your solidarity with the victims of their racist imperialism!
Just take one of these.
Last week American B-52s
bombed more civilian villages in North Vietnam,
we must act to stop this horror!
Our troops aren't out there, what's it to us?
You know why Wilson's not deployed them?
Because the rank and file in the party won't have it!
Which doesn't mean he's not providing them covert support,
with weapons, with intelligence!
Your apathy is the gateway to the oppression of others!
Show you care.
Make a stand for once.
Guys, I know it's raining... Please!
Hi. Let me show you what this is all about.
Isn't the point of a protest to affect the outcome of something?
Change government policy?
It's also about having a voice, getting them to hear it.
All the way to Washington?
And it's about caring enough about an issue to do something about it.
Or is it about taste?
Whether you prefer your hero in a suit and Rolex watch, like LBJ.
Or in combat fatigues wielding a machine gun.
And if he died in a rat-infested jungle, so much the better.
Where is Comrade Jack anyway?
LSE, Vietnam Solidarity meeting.
Doesn't it ever get to you, the way he goes with other girls?
What we share isn't about some outdated bourgeois concept
of romantic love.
Monogamy is indeed a cruel rule.
It's about personal choice, personal freedom.
Is that why you don't go with other people too?
It's not my business.
Finally, we agree on something.
And it's always me he comes back to, isn't it?
Some kind of fire safe.
I can't find the key for it.
What do you suppose is in it?
Deeds to the flat? What we keep in ours at home.
No, the solicitor's got those.
Must be here somewhere.
None of these are any good.
I've already checked in there.
I'll keep an eye out for it.
How unforgiving you've become. When did that happen?
I mean, technically speaking, I was the wronged party.
Why shoot the messenger?
This was in that cottage we used to rent.
We did that trek up Snowdon.
I virtually had to carry you down the damn mountain.
You kept saying all the time,
"This is why the brothers don't do the rural shit."
I didn't really speak like that, did I?
No, not really.
No, no, you keep it. I've got more at home.
Right.
Victor?
It's me I can't forgive.
Victor!
Victor! Hey, Victor!
Hey, man!
Something for the weekend, sir?
Put you in the party mood, my treat.
Don't worry, the acid in one tab barely amounts to a grain of sand.
Trust him, he's a doctor. Not yet he's not.
Come on, live dangerously. It's New Years Eve! Tongue out.
Get off.
Don't swallow.
Just let it melt. Enjoy the trip!
Five, four, three,
two, one, Happy New Year!
Happy New Year.
You've no idea how long I've wanted to do that.
I've booked a cab, about 20 minutes they said.
I'll give you a ring in a couple of days, once you've settled in.
My name is Pugh,
21 Rosemount Road.
My husband just booked a taxi for me.
I need to cancel it.
Thank you.
'The offensive started during the Tet new year holiday.
'North Vietnamese Army troops and Vietcong troops
'unleashed a co-ordinated and ferocious attack
'on the US base at Khe Sanh, with many US casualties.
'They also stormed the coastal city of...'
Of course it degrades you! It degrades all women!
You say we shouldn't be ashamed of our bodies.
It doesn't include being paid to strip off
in front of a load of ogling men.
They don't ogle. There are girls in the class as well.
They're colluding in your sexual objectification.
For Christ's sake, keep it down!
There's more going on in the world than your petty concerns.
There are male models.
I don't see you complaining about them.
Besides, life modelling is about the anatomy, about how the body...
Like at medical school, with you and your cadavers, Jay.
That's about learning how the body works, what's the difference?
They're dead, aren't they?
'In simple terms, the new Immigration Act
'distinguishes Commonwealth citizens
'who have a substantial connection with Britain.
'In other words, only those with a substantial connection
'will be allowed to enter Britain...'
You hearing this, Victor? Mm-hmm.
You know how they define "Substantial connection"?
Anyone who has a parent or grandparent born in Britain.
And those that are connected with the Commonwealth.
What is your point, Jack?
That the majority of them have a grandparent born here,
that's my point.
In other words, they're white. See, he gets it!
It's about racism, no more no less.
It's always about the huddled masses, eh, Jack?
It's a pity you don't give the same respect to those close to you.
Excuse me.
Hello?
Charlotte, it's your father.
Hello, Dad.
Oh, my God!
When?
How?
Yes, yes, I'll stay by the phone.
Charlotte, are you all right?
No.
Apparently I didn't show sufficient remorse
when they took me to the hospital.
So they sectioned me.
Some protocol they have.
It's only a house, Mum!
Doesn't your life amount to more than that?
Or was it to make Daddy come back?
We don't need men to make us happy. Those days are over.
Are they?
It's just cigarettes he's after.
I share a room with a young girl.
Years she's been here. Schizophrenia, they say.
She was asking if I had a family.
So I told her about you and your brothers.
She said if my life were a cake,
just one slice would keep her going for all of hers.
I was weak and selfish.
It won't happen again.
Battle scars.
Can I get some red wine, just something cheap, for cooking?
Orla!
Hey, this is...
Stanley, right? Stephen.
Stanley's from Ireland too. From the Southern part.
The best part, some would say.
We've been having a... Medicinal.
That's the one! A medicinal drink.
We started at the Fig and... The Pig and Fiddle.
Then we came here and now Stanley's invited me back
to his place for another. You can come too!
She can come too, can't she? Let's get you home.
Three's company in my book. Come on, one drink, where's the harm?
Say goodbye to Stanley, Lilly.
Bye, Stanley!
Do you feel sick?
Dizzy.
What's going on, Lilly?
Technically, it's supposed to be gin.
Gin and a hot bath they say, don't they?
I only had enough for two doubles
and someone had used all the hot water in the flat.
When the doctor told me it were positive
and I said how I didn't want it, he said,
"You've no choice, my dear."
Because the law's not yet...
What's the word? There was a word he...
What's the word he...
A statute.
It won't come be legal for months.
It's too little, too late.
What does Mark say?
He doesn't know.
And I don't want him knowing, Orla!
No-one must know!
I got myself into it, I'll get myself out of it.
Someone back home I was at school with,
her mother used to help out girls who were in trouble.
She had these home remedies.
I can call, ask.
What would the Pope say?
Before she was 30, my mam had seven kids.
Much good the Pope did her.
Say it'll be all right, Orla.
I can't have it.
I just can't!
We'll make it all right.
"The Times They Are a-Changin'" by Bob Dylan
'In 15 or 20 years' time,
'the black man will have the whip hand over the white man.
'It is like watching a nation
'bitterly engaged in heaping up its own funeral pyre.'
Dear God, no!
We'll find another way.
Who did Jay say she was again?
A midwife at the hospital where he was an intern.
Her husband did a runner so she does it to make ends meet.
Up on the table, dear.
How far gone are you?
Ten weeks.
She can bite down on that when the pain comes.
Still as you can.
I hate to leave you like this.
I'm fine.
If the others ask, it's a stomach bug.
Sleep, yes?
Orla...
Thank you.
Don't!
Is this about your friend?
The one you told me about, needing the abortion?
Is it a fictional friend?
If I had a man, don't you think you might know about it?
What then?
At Christmas when I was back home,
I saw pictures of myself before I came here.
Back when I thought a few Hail Marys
would put the world to rights.
I looked the same as I do now.
Yet nothing is the same.
'An estimated 9,000 anti-war protestors
'have congregated in Trafalgar Square,
'with more joining them every minute.
'They have converged here from every corner of the country
'to demonstrate their opposition to the war in Vietnam.'
Wouldn't have thought this was your thing, Victor.
Thought you might have been a stop-out like Alan.
I didn't want to miss the day he brings down capitalism.
OK, here's the deal.
The police will try and provoke us,
try to break us up, we just have to hold the line.
After the speeches, we'll head over to Grosvenor Square.
The plan is to storm the Embassy. They'll have armed guards.
They're not going to shoot unarmed protesters.
Well, they're not going to stand by and do nothing.
It's American soil, their laws apply.
They can't stop all of us. Not if we can stick together.
This where it starts, Charlie.
The past three years, all of it, everything,
everything has been about this.
It's all led to this day.
With a little help from a friend.
Ho, Ho, Ho Chi Minh! Born to struggle, born to win!
Can you feel it? The power?
Can you?!
Ho Chi Minh!
Jack? Jack! Come on!
Jack!
Lilly!
Clear the area! Clear the area!
'Facing them was made up of two lines of policeman with arms linked.
'Behind them some 20 mounted police
'and below the embassy steps, coach-loads of more policeman.
'Stones flew and according to one eye witness large steel ball bearings,
'smoke bombs, flower bombs, red paint and fireworks followed.
'There were injuries to policemen.
'Some demonstrators came away with blood streaming from their faces.'
Jack! Jack!
Jack!
She's pretty much out of it with the sedation.
Shall I fetch you a tea or something?
What did they do to you?
It wasn't right.
I could feel it kicking.
She said she'd got rid of it,
she'd got it all out.
But it was a baby,
it was a baby.
I'm so sorry.
It was me as much as Jack.
I should have said no.
I'm so sorry!
It was just the one time.
I swear,
it was just once.
Say you'll forgive me.
Charlie, please!
Please don't hate me.
It's all right.
It's OK.
Looks like I was here in the nick of time, if you'll pardon the pun.
They were all set to charge him with obstruction
and threatening behaviour.
I hope you've bloody well learnt your lesson from all this, Jack.
I shan't always be around to bail you and your chums out.
Good grief!
You have been in the wars.
Maybe we should get you to casualty.
Have a doctor take a look at you.
No, thank you.
Dad's car is outside.
He'll take us back to the flat. We can sort you out there.
I'll make my own way.
Come on, you're in no fit state to make...
So much for, "Manners maketh the man."
Suppose it must be a cultural thing.
Can you feel the power?
Can you?
Is this about me or him?
I will not be a consolation prize, Charlie.
When you're ready for something more, you know where I am.