GBH (1991) s01e07 Episode Script

1 Burn everything! Bye, love.
After all I said to you, you still want him to drive you.
You know why? Enough's enough.
I'll go to the Labour Club and say what I think.
- And show them that.
- They'll still expel me.
Sod them.
Do you think Diane has suffered enough? Oh, yeah.
22 years is a long time.
I can't keep on sulking.
It's driving me mad.
Best just get on with things and accept the congratulations of my friends and colleagues for cracking it at last.
After all, no one will know I'm still firing blanks.
Just as well you do.
Who wants another population explosion? I should be allowed a phone call.
Whatever else, I should have been allowed a phone call.
- Have you got any ten pences, Sylvia? - Yeah, but I need it to phone me mam.
This is important! Just give it to me! You didn't shout at them! What are you shouting at me for? Just give it to me! I'll have to reverse the charges now.
She goes mad when I do that! - The Royal Imperial.
- I have a message for Michael Murray.
I regret to say Mr Murray is not taking any messages, sir.
He might not be but he'll take this one.
Tell him I know who Eileen Critchley and Barbara Douglas are.
I'm terribly sorry, sir.
Thank you for calling but I have strict instructions not to accept calls for Mr Murray about Miss Critchley.
- Listen to me! - This is the hotel policy, sir.
- You've got to - Thank you, sir.
Goodbye, sir.
Oi! Oi, what the f And don't forget, the child doesn't always bear any resemblance to its father.
And think of all the people you know who don't look anything like either of their parents.
Doris Day and Robin Day, Agatha Christie and Linford Christie, Thora Hird and Douglas Hurd, Martin Luther King and Billie Jean King.
Now as it happens, I do look like me dad.
But I don't look like me mother.
And anyway, I've always believed in the environment being more powerful than anything hereditary.
That child is going to be with me all of the time.
Gonna be my child.
That's it Fucking hell, it's them! Dadda.
It's me, Dadda.
It's Babah, Dadda.
Not now, Babah.
I'm very busy.
But you're always very busy, Dadda.
When will you stop being very busy? When the world is a safer place to live in, Babah.
Or shortly before supper.
Well, this is better than your last cryptic postcard from that barren hellhole.
Parts of Ireland can be very pleasant.
How is Mother? As she always was, Babah - far happier in the company of others.
Poor Dadda.
Poor, poor Dadda.
Tell that to a jury.
But I have you.
The memory of you.
And more than the memory.
The knowledge of your success.
Your certainties.
Your strengths.
Making the world a safer place to live in? Keeping the order.
Taking the occasional revenge.
Defending the status quo? Absolutely, Babah.
With awareness.
Without emotion.
The joy and comfort of having a structure to one's life.
Like so few have.
And what if that structure goes, Dadda? What's left? Oh, you get touched by all the tarnished horrors of the world out there.
The nasty little remnants I see before me pleading not guilty, but guilty by the very fact of their existence.
But, Dadda, is the world the way you always told me it is? - Hm? - Is it? And Do you know why my sister killed herself? Do you? When When it happened, when she died, we said we thought it might have been the incident with that terrible boy.
You know the boy I mean.
The strangulation, that state school.
Your mother's futile attempts at egalitarianism.
But we said then that Eileen was never the same after that incident.
But what if it wasn't his fault, Dadda? How can you say that? How much proof do you want? The scarf.
The burn marks.
The headmaster witnessed it all.
And it was you above all.
You were beside yourself, Barbara.
You thought that it was him.
And isn't that part of the reason you're here in this city? To seek out that selfsame boy in all his corrupt and squalid manhood, all justice being revenge? But what if it wasn't him? What if I fashioned my own madness in the reflection of my own sister and her madness? What if What if it was her? What if it was in her? What if the boy was innocent and we were all guilty? I feel no guilt.
I wouldn't sentence myself on that evidence and no court in the land would.
Such Olympian heights.
It must be cold up there, Dadda.
It is cold up there.
A cold land.
I should know.
I don't understand.
I told someone recently that my father died before I was born.
I thought at the time I was lying to him.
I can't take any more of this on my own.
I need help.
I'm here.
Where to, Jim? I've got to see my Calm, Calm, Calm.
What? - My doctor friend.
- Oh.
- If he does that once more - What are you going to do about it? Nothing.
Just find a place to park.
Right.
That's it.
They know I won't do anything because I won't sacrifice my Your marriage.
That's not what you've been saying all week, though.
- I was going to say my career.
- Huh! Oh, be quiet and give your arse a rest.
What could I do in the situation? What would it look like? It would look like you were with a prostitute, Philip.
It's ennobling about the human spirit that we can rise above crises together.
I've had enough.
You're giving me an 'eadache! Just a minute! Shit! It's cocaine and heroin, isn't it? We want to make the pattern neat, you see.
And you keep spoiling it.
Help us make it neat, Philip.
If it's neat, we go up in our superiors' esteem, and we like esteem, while our superiors value neatness tremendously.
And don't ask us again what will happen if you don't help us.
The only reason I'm here is because of the same threats from someone else.
- Michael Murray? - Yeah.
Do what we want, Philip, and he won't threaten you ever again.
And of course, neither will we.
Come with us.
Leave your car here.
We'll handle it.
It's neater that way.
All mobile and foot patrols return to roger one.
Service in progress.
Report to Duty Inspector Hargreaves at Archer Street entrance.
Avoid the front entrance.
Repeat, avoid front entrance.
Like like it erm I started coming here because I was scared.
I couldn't face the inevitabilities - you grow old, you get sick, you die, the fucking shadow ever getting longer.
But after what's happened to me out there, when the wife and children I adore are damaged, my job is threatened, when not even the house we live in is sacred, when I'm What I mean is, there's worse things than dying, than being frightened of dying.
There's the fear of being frightened of living.
Even worse, of being dead, or being made to be dead, when you're alive.
Oh, fuck, I'm crying.
You're sure I'm not the only one who has these fears.
I may be wrong but I don't think you need me any more.
You see? I doubt it.
I have told you, they were disguised as policemen.
Disguised as a policeman? Did you hear that? And we're disguised as one half of the black and white minstrels - the white half.
Will you talk sense? There will be a statement from the chief constable.
- Dressed as Stevie Wonder? - Yeah, words.
Words! When's it going to stop, eh? - It isn't going to stop.
It's going to start.
- I promise you I know! Now, listen to me! It's no good you talking of peace when there's a war going on.
Forget the bullshit.
We want action! Jesus Christ! - The girls are back! - Are you certain? - That's your car.
- Yeah, but are you sure it's the girls? Don't do this to me, Jim.
My life's complicated enough.
Why? It was raining.
You know why.
Did the old sod make you pay for a second week? Wouldn't let us pay at all.
Said to make a contribution to the local soup kitchen.
Oh, and give the children elocution lessons.
He was a nice man really.
Did you do all this, boss? No, no, this is all lies.
Anyway, it's a different man.
I knew I should have got a bigger shredder.
I was offered a really big shredder once but I had nothing to shred then.
Oh, but you know me, Teddy.
You know me.
Know the cost of everything, know the value of nothing.
Teddy, with this, see, with this This is my only chance.
I've got the truth here.
Hey? The truth that it wasn't me.
It wasn't me.
It wasn't me! It wasn't me, Mr Weller.
I didn't do it.
You see, with this, Teddy, I only go to prison the once.
Yeah? Uh-huh.
Your lady friend's downstairs to take you to the Labour Club.
You know, that meeting about the schoolteacher.
Oh, no.
No, that's all I need.
Mr Jim Nelson.
Mr sodding perfection.
Jim, Laura, we've got something to tell you.
Diane's pregnant.
Congratulations! That's marvellous news! So you won't mind if we celebrate a little while we're baby-sitting.
Go ahead.
You know where the drink is.
It's in the off-licence.
Let's go.
- Daddy.
- Big Daddy.
The best.
OK, check focus.
That's you in position.
All right, lads? What's the point of going there? Being here? You've got the tape.
You've got everything.
It'll all be true.
Except for this.
My school report! This is when I was marked.
Seven years of age and I was already labelled.
I don't want to go.
Give me a break.
I don't care which leg it is, but I don't want to go.
I feel completely helpless.
What I can't understand is the wives.
There's wives in here tonight I haven't seen in years.
There's wives in here of husbands who won't let them come in here.
Is that our only hope, Norman? Wives? May as well go home now.
Well, not home.
That's where our wives are.
- Poor bastard.
- You've noticed.
I'm not soft.
Here we go, here we go, here we go Frank, here we go.
How revealing, eh? Here we go, here we go, here we go Here we go, here we go, here we go, here we go, here we go, here we go Here we go, here we go Here we go, here we go, here we go Move.
The lot of you.
These seats are reserved.
Come on.
Move! Come on, Mum.
Right, lads.
Come on.
Round the back.
One Michael Murray! There's only one Michael Murray! One Michael Murray There's only one Michael Murray One Michael Murray There's only one Michael Murray One Michael Murray There's only one Michael Murray One Michael Murray There's only one Michael Murray One Michael Murray There's only one Michael Murray One Michael Murray There's only one Michael Murray One Michael Murray There's only one Michael Murray - I won't be a minute.
- # One Michael Murray There's only one Michael Murray Only one will come out, hopefully.
A toilet in a toilet.
I don't want a fight.
Any kind of fight.
I want this over with.
I'm only here cos I can't think of anywhere else to go.
You've hurt me.
You've hurt my family.
You took away my job.
A job I loved.
A job I was good at.
But it's more than that.
More than personal.
If I had a chance of being heard tonight, I'd prove why I detest you, and a whole list of make-believe socialists.
You can tell me now if you want.
You can repeat it again afterwards.
What the fuck's going on, Murray? I don't know.
I don't.
It's like you're allowed to win until you win so much you've got everything to lose and you lose.
Huh.
There's a mob behind you.
You'll win whatever state you're in.
But it won't be a victory.
I don't care because somewhere along the way I think it's been decided to destroy me.
And you've got all the details, haven't you, eh? They're sending information out on me from Tescos.
Everyone else is.
Oh, and notes as well.
Ever the schoolteacher.
Yeah.
Yeah, it's all there.
The life and times of mad, bad Michael Murray.
I am not mad! I never said you were.
I'm more likely to be mad than you.
Yeah, but you are going to get me, aren't you? If I can, yes.
Oh, yes.
Oh, fuck you, yes.
I'll do anything for anyone but you, you bastard.
You don't do anything to me or mine without there being consequences.
I was the best.
Do it.
It don't make any difference now.
Just don't mention my ch when I was a child, see, cos they make out I was mad and I wasn't mad.
I'm not.
I'm not mad.
No, don't come out of here with me.
Don't.
It smells of lies and connivance and smoke-filled rooms and secret deals.
You stay there.
Shall I Shall I count to a hundred? I was going to but I ended up looking at myself and Do you ever look at yourself? Who doesn't? For signs of age and weariness.
One, two, three, four, five, six One Michael Murray There's only one Michael Murray One Michael Murray If I can have your attention.
No! But you can have my arse if you want! Too many pimples for me, lad.
Well, this is an extraordinary meeting called, as far as I am concerned, for extraordinary and unpleasant reasons.
Hey, get on with it! Go ahead! Fast forward! I have to read the minutes of the previous meeting.
No, no.
None of that.
That's normal.
This isn't normal.
For something like this, absolute scrupulous care has to be taken to make sure that all the rules are obeyed.
All right, all right.
Who proposed that the scab be kicked out? You did, you soft get.
I'm just testing.
Right, I proposed it.
Who seconded it? Jim Nelson has the right to be heard and answer charges if any such charges exist.
Yeah, but we're in a hurry, you know.
Got the good fight to fight.
- He can have a chat when we've gone.
- I seconded it.
There you are.
Off we go.
Show of hands, comrades.
Those against can piss off.
There you are, Chairman.
Jim, will you join me up here, please? Good luck scab.
Scab.
Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab! Certain allegations have been made against me.
I demand the opportunity tonight to refute those allegations in full Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab! If you want some more, lads, you can have it.
But I'm telling you, you'll be carried out by t'shovel full.
So you ignorant little gobshites just sit down and listen.
And you Aye, you.
You'd better have something to say for yourself before the night's out.
All right, Frank? Carry on, lad.
Mr Murray, will you join us up here, please? Minutes of the last committee meeting.
Those present, Mr F Twist, Mr N Pearson, Mr P Jessop No justice, no law! No justice, no law! There's a fire in Springdale Gardens.
We know that.
We know that.
And therefore a warrant has been issued for the arrest of Mr Michael Murray on charges of incitement to riot and conspiracy to cause grievous bodily harm.
This statement and these photographs have been released in the hope that allegations of police brutality will be rapidly countered.
the scale of the violence on the streets! No justice, no law! No justice, no law! The charge is bringing the Labour party into disrepute.
Would anyone care to justify that charge? Mr Murray.
Graced as we are by your visit, something makes me think that you might have a contribution to make at this point.
Erm something would be mistaken.
I'll wait to hear what Mr Nelson has to say.
Mr Nelson doesn't have to say anything now.
Oh, I don't know.
I don't know.
I might ask you all to consider how wonderful it is that I can hear myself speak.
That I'm free to talk without you beating me, which is what you really want to do.
And I'm only free to do so because someone else will beat you if you do.
I'm glad of that.
Pleased that my friends, some of whom I hardly knew I had came to my rescue.
But I hate violence.
I do.
I hate it so much, whenever I see any I have to join in.
I take after my father for that.
I do.
He was a hard man.
Harder than me.
But he never touched me.
One look from him, I was in hiding.
My dad had no need to hit me.
Had my respect.
Had my love.
Never touched me.
He was not a political man, my da.
Oh, he bought the Daily Herald, voted Labour.
But he was never anyone's disciple.
He did not believe in messiahs.
I can see I'm not impressing you.
Do you mind me talking down to you like this? You don't like being talked down to, do you? I don't know why.
I could never talk up to you in a million years.
But I'll come down to you if I want.
Is that any better? Not that I expect that anything I can say to you will make any difference to you.
I'm no missionary.
I met a missionary once.
He said it was an interesting position.
But I'm not talking to you, boys.
Tonight I'm talking for me.
And for all the people like me here tonight.
For my father, too.
For all those of us who refuse to learn about life from manifestos and Marx and Das Kapital.
Cos that's your problem, some of you boys, isn't it? You've only read one book.
You must have read that book and thought, "Right, that'll do for me.
"I know about life now.
" Why not read two books? Read three.
Get a rounded view of life instead of the flat-earth version.
You may come to the same conclusions you did from reading that one book, but is there any harm in knowing other things? Anyway, I don't care about you.
I'd like to, I know I should, because you should never dismiss anyone.
But you're only the puppets.
And it's the puppet master I really want to examine.
Because here we all are living under the most reactionary democratically elected government ever, in a Labour-controlled city where all animals are equal but some councillors are more equal than others, where too often lions are led by donkey jackets, living proof that the further left you go the more right-wing you become.
But we We We We have to behave with dignity and with honour.
And above all without corruption.
Two wrongs do not make a right.
Or a left.
Especially not a left.
Socialism is the redistribution not only of wealth but of care and concern and equality and decency and belief in humankind.
Yeah! Hear, hear! I didn't intend, I didn't even expect to be able to say any of this tonight.
But I suppose all I'm trying to remind everyone, myself included, is that in the short time that we all have, we would want to be remembered for the good that we have done.
Wouldn't we? Of course we would.
That's right, isn't it, boys? Not quite the result we were expecting, Lou.
Early days, Mervyn.
Early days.
Enough of me, which is a shame, for me if no one else.
Because the time has come to consider the life and times of someone else.
You knew, didn't you, eh? When you talked about your father, you - You knew I didn't have a father.
- Oh, yeah.
I did it on purpose, Murray.
- Mr Murray! - Excuse me, gentlemen.
This is a private meeting of the Labour party.
Only ward members are allowed to attend.
Mr Murray, are you aware that there's a riot in the city and also there's a warrant out for your arrest? Gentlemen, may I ask you to leave and not to return until this meeting is over? Mr Murray, these are very serious charges.
Have you got anything to say? This is Somewhere along the way Somewhere along the way Somewhere I've got a lot to say and I want you to listen.
But somewhere when I was a very little boy and before I was even born erm things happened to me erm Some years ago, when I came into politics you would have been proud of me.
You were proud of me.
And I believed in all the erm you know, the promises I made and all that.
But there was someone with a scarf.
And she came back.
She might be here.
Is she here? I don't know.
I I last saw her 35 years ago and I'm guilty of nearly everything.
Erm But all I ever did was hold a scarf.
I'm ashamed and I'm guilty.
But you've got the wrong man, because the man who should be here isn't me.
I should be here and I'm not.
Here.
Because this isn't me.
See? You see? So is that the statement then, Mr Murray? Mr Murray, who was the woman with the scarf? Who's the woman with the scarf? Would you tell me what's going to be happening? Give us some answers.
Chaps, chaps, you've got all the bumf here.
Guardian Save some for me, then, save some for me.
- He's me, you know, Teddy.
- Who is? Jim Nelson.
He's me.
He is.
If I'd have been She went too, did she? Barbara? No.
Oh.
I see.
She's here.
No.
There.
We went down into the dell.
It was morning playtime.
- It was the morning they hanged Ruth Ellis.
- No.
- No.
- Yes.
Yes.
Eileen had been excited for days.
Said she wanted to know the time and the place.
And that morning she took me down to the dell.
Come on.
She took a scarf and gave it to me.
She told me to put it around her neck and told me to tie it.
Put it round me neck, Michael.
Put it round my neck.
I didn't want to do it.
I prayed for help and guidance.
Tie it.
Tie it tight.
I'm not very good a knots, Eileen.
Tie it! I can't! She knotted the scarf.
She held out both ends and told me to strangle her.
Pull it, Michael.
Tight.
Tight.
- Strangle me.
- But why? I want to know what happens next.
But I don't.
You do want to please me, don't you, Michael? I do, I do! I want to! Well, then, do it! - I so much wanted to please her.
- Tighter, Michael.
- So I strangled her.
- Watch me, Michael.
Tighter.
Her face went all red as she fell onto the bank of the stream.
Every time I opened my eyes, she was looking at me, and telling me in this horrible voice, to watch her, willing me on.
And her hands were banging against my knees.
And then I did want I wanted to do before I even started.
I stopped.
Because I knew it was wrong.
Michael Murray! What in God's name have you done, boy? And the next thing I knew I was sat in the stream.
Crazy young fool! What do you think you're doing! I hadn't wanted to do it.
I know that.
Now.
And I'd stopped doing it.
I didn't need Mr Weller to stop me.
He didn't get me then, Mr Weller.
Nobody did.
They were clever about it.
They sent me to see people, gave me some tests.
I don't know whether I passed or not.
They were going to send me away.
They were.
But they didn't.
Don't suppose I'll ever know why.
Fuck off! Out of the way! But he got me eventually, Mr Weller did.
Yeah, it was the last day of term.
He must have been waiting.
You can't tell me this.
Please.
Jesus Christ! Look at that! I won't tell you again.
I won't.
Someone killed the hamsters and I got the blame.
It seems silly, doesn't it? Someone poured acid all over them.
But there was someone in the room when I got there.
Someone waiting.
Someone hiding.
But the teacher saw me standing there and Mr Weller beat me senseless.
You mad bastard! I I won't tell you any more if you don't want me to, but I died that day, I think.
Acid.
Yes.
Who's there? Somebody's there.
You little bastard, Michael Murray! No justice! No justice! No justice! I got him.
Babah.
I got him, I got him, I got him, Babah! Nobody knows it was me, but it was me.
I got him but now I'll never be able to get him again.
It's your turn now.
You get him.
You'll like getting him.
He's easy.
He's so easy.
We wanted to create anarchy on the streets, leading to revolution in the year God knows when.
And we, not you, decided to use the ethnic minorities to our advantage by creating a group of young men who would go amongst them and knock seven shades of shit out of them.
It was our idea.
It was us.
I'm going to give it to you.
- Don't.
- Why not? You're the safest place I know.
Perhaps the only one.
They're coming for me.
They could be downstairs now.
You keep it.
When it's safe, when I'm safe, I'll take it back.
Pack some clothes.
I'll see you in the foyer.
If the people around me are wearing blue, pass right on by.
Dirty bastard.
When I get back from Spain I'll firebomb every one of their houses.
I will.
I'll set records that'll never be beat.
Can you feel a lump there, Vin? If we don't fight someone soon, Peter, my appetite's gonna wear off.
Haven't we done enough? The place is up in smoke.
If burnt-out laundrettes are anything to go by, the revolution's already arrived.
All right, lads, gonna stop for a slash, then I'll take us in.
This is the third time we've been up here.
Are we trying to attract attention? Looks like downtown Calcutta.
I'll only be a minute.
What are you staring at, you tandoori twat? The bastards who have been beating you up are in this van! Now come on! Come on! Fucking hell, it's them! It's fuckin' them! Er could you page a Mr Lou Barnes and Mr Peter Grenville for me, please? Certainly, sir.
Will Mr Lou Barnes and Mr Peter Grenville please contact reception desk? Will Mr Lou Barnes and Mr Peter Grenville please contact reception desk? Thank you.
Joe, send him in.
It's Philip.
It's important.
I hope you had a good holiday at my expense.
I found everything out, Michael.
Your mother's at a hotel called the New Savoy.
What is it? Don't tell me.
You've found Eileen Critchley as well, haven't you? Eh? And she's outside the door now, isn't she, eh? Come in, Eileen.
Don't mess about.
If she's here, Michael, she's come as a ghost.
Eileen Critchley's dead.
She killed herself in 1965.
Hung herself with her college scarf.
Oh, no.
There's something else I want to tell you.
To show you.
This is Eileen Critchley just before she died.
And this is her younger sister, four years later, at the same age.
Her sister Barbara.
Dear Mrs Murray.
Dearest Lillian.
I love you.
I am in love with you.
I know this will come as something of a surprise to you, but I can find no other way of expressing myself.
And if you need any proof of my love, it is this.
I have saved your son Michael from becoming institutionalised.
That is, locked away.
Pull it, Michael.
Pull it tight.
- Strangle me.
- But why? - I want to know what happens next.
- But I don't.
You do want to please me, don't you, Michael? That's got rid of a lot of rubbish.
Nice and quiet now.
So when will we see you again? Oh, well, sooner than the last time.
A lot sooner.
You can put me on the committee to redecorate the place.
I wonder where they'll put you next, Peter.
Huh.
Won't be anything to do with lefties, that's for sure.
I'll go anywhere they want me to.
But I am not going amongst heathens again.
I'll resign first.
The town hall.
There's a little boy out here who's lost his mother, Mother.
Mother! Come on, Mother.
- I know you're in there! - now and at the hour of our death, amen.
There's so much to tell you, Mother.
Things about me, Mother.
And things about you, too.
You remember Mr Weller, Mother? I think you should know Michael.
Michael.
Michael, I've come back for you.
Did Did you have to? Why do you think I left the tape for you? Why else would I be here now? I've come back because I want you to come with me.
You You do? Where Where are we going, Barbara? Away.
Bye-bye, Mother.
In one of the most extraordinary nights I've witnessed in all the years that I've reported the British political scene, damage to what was once a city showpiece - is now estimated to run into millions.
- at the hour of our death, amen.
blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of death.
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee, blessed art thou among women scale of the violence on the streets.
The chief constable, James Crowther Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of death.
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee, blessed art thou among women and blessed is the What have I done to deserve this? You're weak, Michael.
I love weak men.
Am I? I suppose I am, yeah.
I've always been weak.
I was easy picking from the word go, wasn't I? But I could have killed your sister.
And did you? No.
- You know I didn't.
- See? See how weak you are? I see no riots.
Yeah, it was on the radio before.
Most of them surrounded the town hall.
Oh.
Well, then.
I won't be emptying my desk.
We're being followed, aren't we? I know where we're going, Teddy, don't you? And so, a sensational turn of events.
The chief constable has issued a warrant for the arrest of Michael Murray on charges of incitement to riot and conspiracy to cause grievous bodily harm.
Mr Murray later made an emotional and incoherent - Unbelievable.
- Course it's unbelievable, Jim.
But it's happening and why shouldn't we believe it? No, it's not happening.
None of this has happened to me.
Pickets and pillocks at the school gates, pieces of silver and broken windows, filth through the letterbox, filth on the phone, the so-called thief at Woodlands.
Policemen who weren't, the house being ransacked.
No.
But that's the way things are, Jim.
Or we've let them become.
Things are rotten and they're rotten from the top down, until finally the poison seeps down to the likes of us and we get a taste of it.
And then we begin to believe the unbelievable.
I can't believe all of this, Laura.
Only the bits I know.
And I won't ever be able to tell anybody the things I know because no one'll believe me.
- Hm.
- Except you.
Am I really that interesting? More than I imagined.
More than I ever bargained for.
Another time, another place.
Who knows, Michael? Another life.
However, not this one.
But there's always A new life? Mr Murray, sir.
I'll never be able to get him again.
You've got to get him.
It's your turn now.
You get him too.
You'll like getting him.
He's easy.
He's so easy.
Thank you, Teddy.
Goodbye, gentlemen.
Not all the tape was cricket.
You recorded very well.
I owe you.
Don't tell me I don't.
You don't.
- You helped me.
- I carried on as normal.
That was the biggest help I could have.
Only you could help yourself, Jim.
- You always thought I'd come through it? - No.
But what could I do? Only a drinker can stop himself from drinking.
Only a man who thinks he's going mad can stop himself from going mad, whatever help he gets.
You did it, Jim, though it's not all done yet.
You're just starting back to where you were.
I know.
I was I was I was wonderful in there, wasn't I? - Jim, where are we going? - Back to what I used to be.