[Irish accent] Good evenin'.
Pint o'bitter, please, in a straight glass.
[As he pours the pint] Have you been here before?
Ah... I think I was in here one lunchtime, a few weeks ago now.
Ah, I thought I recognised you. [Puts the pint on the bar] 87p. [Moxey pays for the pint]
Would it be alright, like, if I took some drinks out to my kids?
Yes, I think so, provided they bring their glasses back and provided they don't break any.
Oh no, no, they're very well behaved.
Oh, what'll it be? Orange juice? Coca-Cola?
Five pints of bitter. They're growing lads.
They must be. Are you Irish by any chance?
Yes, I am as a matter of fact. Brendan Mulcahy's the name.
Well you can piss off, I don't serve Micks in here. [Moxey leaves and Pringle pours the pint down the sink]
[Whistles, then shouts] Dennis!
[Appearing from a side room] What?
Think you've got a visitor there.
[Looking out of his window] Aye, it's Howard Radcliff, it's Ally's architect.
Ah-ha. I might have known it'd be the architect. They're always tovin' aboot in Range Rovers. [Howard leaves his car.]
Why-aye. It's the same as all the Rastas drivin' BMWs, yer kna? 'Cos they think it stands for Bob Marley and the Wailers.
Well, why do architects drive them?
Well, yer kna the difference between a hedgehog and a Range Rover, don't yer?
A hedgehog's got pricks on the ootside.
Plastic pipe... plasterboard partition... breezeblocks... chipboard... Every expense spared, eh, Howard(?)
Sorry, Dennis, but Ally's desperate to get this project finished so he can ream some cash for his Spanish investments.
What investments are these?
I'm sorry, I can't say. But I think you boys are pencilled in as part of them.
[Chuckles] I don't think he sees it in those terms, largely because he doesn't need to buy you lot off. He pays, you do. That's the relationship, isn'it? Pure and simple.
Howard, for an architect, you don't seem to know anything the people in the building trade. I mean my lads are no bunch of Girl Guides, God knows, but they can smell a cowboy job a mile off, man! And if they don't like it it...
They can piss off and find work somewhere else!
No, no. They can create a hell of a lot of trouble for the bloke who's abusin' their skills for a quick profit, especially when it means turnin' an old peoples' home into a cardboard death trap!
[Takes off his sunglasses] Now, look here, Dennis. I've submitted three separate budgets to Ally for this project. He chose the cheapest one possible because it suited his purposes. It's not for me to make that sort of decision for him. I'm only...
[Interrupting] ...Doin' yer job.
Howard, listen, man. I've got my reasons for workin' at Ally's orders. Now, I don't like what I'm doin', but I kna exactly why I'm doin' it. Now what's your excuse, son?
[Scoffs. Incredulously] I don't have to give you any justifications! Now can we get on, please? [Puts his sunglasses back on]
JJack
'Ey up, Geordie, you back for some more, are we? Must be a right palace you're building out there in the country.
Ugh, it's more like a doll's house from now on. Look at that rubbish, man. [Hands over the order from Howard]
JJack
[Going over the order] Oh, aye. Definite downturn in style.
Any chance you can get any of that lot up tomorrow?
JJack
Yes, me duck, I think so. Might have trouble stoppin' some of blowin' off the back of the lorry, though. It's not what you'd call substantial, is it?
Probably why they call 'em breeze blocks, eh? [Jack chuckles] Oh, hey, we need a plumber for a couple of weeks or so. Er... d'you know any good lads locally?
JJack
Aye. Let me see... [Gets a business card from the pinboard] This bloke from Derby's a top man. Hard grafter, reasonable rates, pleasant disposition.
JJack
[Gestures to the phone] Give him a ring now if you want.
JJack
Not at all. He's me brother-in-law.
[Picking up the receiver] Ahh. Nepotism, eh?
JJack
No, just a touch of arthritis.
[Tapping the bar] Another pint here. When you're ready.
Now, now, now, Tiger. Don't overdo the sarkiness. [Barry tries to stifle his laughter] Otherwise we'll have a little video showing for the brewery, won't we? Show 'em what their tenants get up to after hours.
[Bringing the pint over] Did I ever tell you the time when I was taken prisoner in Malaya?
No, I don't think so, no.
These little gooks with coloured hair put me in a bamboo cage. [Wayne glances briefly at his dyed dark red hair] They abused me with sticks, humiliated me. They thought they were safe, you see, 'cos I was behind bars. Then I was rescued by my pals in the SAS and as a revenge, I strung the little bastards up by the ankles and horsewhipped them! That'll be 87 pence or do you want this one on the house(?)
[Keeping score as Moxey throws] 21... 399. [Moxey collects his darts from the board, and gives them to Oz] Has he said owt to you yet?
Happy Harry, man. Pringle.
No, nothin' Mind you, I'm not exactly lookin' for conversation.
[As he throws] I'm just waitin' for one word out of line, me, an' I'll pin his ears to the bloody dartboard with this!
There's still a bit of an atmosphere in here, isn't there?
Aye. Reminds me of a funeral parlour, Bomber.
Ah, come on, Neville. You were moanin' when wor were banned from here. Now yer moanin' 'cos we're back. I mean, just be grateful for small mercies, eh?
I am. Just find it a bit depressin' to round off me workin' day sittin' in a place where I'm not really welcome.
Could be worse for me. I could be goin' home to the wife. [Dennis laughs]
My wife's not like that, though, Bomber. Always makes us feel welcome when I get back from work. Always got a kiss for us, a cup of tea, talk about what sort of day we've had, play with the bairn for an hour.
Me? What makes you think that?
Look, why don't yer take the weekend off? Go up and see your Brenda.
Don't think I could afford to lose the money, Den.
It's only for one day, we're not workin' on Sunday.
Could I? [Dennis nods] But... would you not be a man short for Saturday?
I think Den would rather be shorthanded than have you long-faced.
[Cheered up] Ah. Good lad. [Gets up to go to the bar] My round. [Shouts to Oz and Moxey] What do you want, lads? Same again, is it?
[Hanging out of the driver door] Howdy! Is there a Dennis Patterson around?
[Approaching] Are you the plumber?
[Pointing to the decals on his car] Well, that's what it says, yeah.
Oh yeah. [Gets out of the car and closes the door] Harry Blackburn. [Shakes hands with Dennis.] I've got all the gear in the back. Er, special discount 'cos it's the brother-in-law, like, y'know.
Oh, well every little helps, like.
Right, er... Where d'you wanna start, then?
Well... [Pointing to the lorry] Why don't you give us a hand with this stuff if you don't mind a bit of labourin'.
Not me, Dennis. Always happy to muck in. [Laughs]
Good lad. Well, I tell you what, we'll have a break in a minute an' I'll introduce you to all the lads.
Definitely cowboy material, all this, innit? [Bomber nods] Be better off usin' Lego.
[In another room, singing] I'll keep on workin' / Long as my two hands are fit to use...
Listen. [Joins in singing with Harry] I drink my beer in the evenin's / Sing a little bit of these workin' man's blues. [Harry enters] Merle Haggard?
Hey, you're a fan too, are you?
A fan? [Laughs] Only met the man, like, Merle. In the flesh. And in Nashville.
Well, bloody hell! Hey... [He shakes hands with Oz] Let me kiss your feet, old mate.
[Chuckles] A Honky Tonk Night Time Man.
Ho! If We Make It Through December!
HOHarry & Oz
Okie from Muskogee!
[Sings] They don't smoke marijuana...
What's the hold up down there?
Nah, that's not one of Merle's, Dennis, is it? Sounds more like Johnny Cash.
[Sitting down] 'Ey, what aboot that, then? Me an' Merle, live in Nashville.
'Ey, er... I thought he shaved his beard off a few years ago.
That's not a beard, man. It's a shadow across his face.
[Taking the photo back] ...or maybe it is a beard! I dunno. Canny fella, like. He was very pleased to hear aboot me stint in the Falklands, 'cos he's very patriotic, like.
A Falklands veteran who's met Merle Haggard? Cor, you're just about the most important person I've ever come across, Oz.
Well, between ye an' me, like, I didn't get to dae any actual butcherin' out there, yer kna, just civilan work, yer kna. [Picks up his jar, trying to get an onion out] The runway an' that sorta thing.
Still, it's very impressive, though. 'Ey, er... rough, was it?
Was nae picnic, son. [Stuffs a pickled onion in his mouth.]
What was the worst bit? The, er... the cold, or the shortage of women, like?
Well... they were both bad, like. I think the worst thing of the lot was them bloody Jim Davidson visits!
[Laughs] No lover of Cockneys, eh?
Well... [Looks over his shoulder at Wayne] We've got one on the firm, yer kna, but er, very seldom we see eye to eye wi' 'im, like.
'Ere, I tell you what, d'you fancy a few drinks an' a bit of a singsong tomorrow night over my way?
Could dae, aye. Ho, that'd have ta be o'er your way, like. We're barred from all the boozers 'round here, an' the only one we can get in we got by blackmail!
[Laughs again] 'Ey, I'm gonna enjoy workin' with you lads! [Grabs his beer] Hey, Oz. Cheers. [Raises his beer]
Cheers. [Harry drinks his beer, while Oz absent-mindedly drinks the vinegar from the pickled onion jar. He coughs and realises what he's done!]
Hello, Neville. Nice weekend?
Oh, aye. Not bad, thanks. Ate too much, of course!
[Eating from a tin] Cannae whack the wife's cooking, eh?
I'll say... [Holding back that he'd made the Sunday lunch] Is Dennis about?
Yeah. He's upstairs sulking in the office.
Aye. We had a gan at him this afternoon in the bar, y'kna, aboot this job and Ally Fraser an' that. Didn't seem to take it all well, like.
Anybody fancy a cup of tea? [Everybody shouts except Barry who's been trying to cook a sausage on the fire, only for it to catch fire!] Everybody? Fine.
Hello, Nev. [Neville puts a mug down on Dennis's desk] Did you have a good time?
Aye, not bad. Nice dinner with your Norma today.
Oh, aye? She all right? [Pours some brandy into the mug.]
Well... no, she's not all right.
She's worried. About you and Ally Fraser.
Well, I'm hardly having an affair with Ally Fraser, if that's what she thinks...
No, but you're more than just an employee, aren't ya?
What are you getting at, Nev?
[Getting defensive] Has Audie Charlies been jangling it again, has she? Look, there's nothing in it, Neville, man!
Isn't there not? It would explain a lot of things, Dennis.
You bodging this conversion, for a start. It's not like you to put up with shoddy work, Den. No, unless that's what Fraser wants from you.
Neville, in case you hadn't noticed, the construction industry in this country's knackered. We can't be too choosy about the work we do anymore because it might be the last we're ganna get! Look, if I can keep my head about water and feed my kids by skimping on a conversion for Ally Fraser, I'm ganna do that, man. So would you!
You must owe him an awful lot of money to talk like that, Dennis. [Dennis realises his secret is out.] How much?
[Quietly] £6,000. At the last count. And that's not including interest, like.
Which, knowing Ally Fraser, will be about 50%! Why, Den? For God's sake...
You wouldn't understand, Neville, man! Look, you've got a happy marriage. And I've never had one. I mean, yer kna what it was like for me when I came back from Germany, what with Dagmar and... [Sighs] For a while I tried to make things better by throwing money about. I was wrong, wasn't I? By the time I realised I was wrong, it was too late. I'm in a hole now, with Ally Fraser looking down at me.
Well, why didn't you tell us? We're your mates!
It doesn't concern you, Neville, not directly, anyway!
It does! If we're having to compromise ourselves as well, it does!
Neville, man, it's just a piddling little four-week job. If I bring it in on time, into Fraser's meagre budget, I'm in the clear. And if I don't... well... I might just end up in the Tyne with my pockets full of bricks.
How do! [Howard gets out of his Range Rover with the plans.]
There's been another slight change in the plans. The kitchens this time.
Don't tell me... they only have to be big enough to fit, er, one microwave oven?
Close, close. Well, let's go and see how far your lads have got, shall we?
Ah, morning, fellas. It's a bit early for a tea break, isn't it?
Aye. Howay, lads, shape up a bit, eh?
If ya took them stupid glasses off, Hedgehog, and had a look about you'd see there's nae teacups lying around. That's 'cos it's not a tea break, it's a strike!
[Incredulously] A strike?!
That's right, sunbeam. A strike.
Ah, well you'd better sort this out with your gaffer.
No, you sort it out with yours! You tell Ally Fraser nothing gets done here 'til he upgrades his conversion! And, more importantly, he takes the squeeze of Dennis!
It's all right, Den, we're all determined about this.
Hey, now, what's going on here?
Look, you got the message, didn't you, Hedgehog, eh? Piss off and pass it on to Fraser.
Right. If that's the way you boys want it. [Howard storms off.]
[Knowing Fraser will send his goons down to confront them] Thanks a bunch. [Sits on a broken toilet] Thanks a bunch.
Nev told wor all about it, yer kna, everything.
Dennis... it seemed like a choice between doing this job properly or being loyal to you.
Well, we figured we can do both.
[Singing] Oh, don't forsake me, oh, my darling / On this our wedding day... [Stops singing and tilts his hat up to see Ally's Jag approaching] I think the boys from the brown stuff have just arrived! [The Jag stops in the grounds. Big Baz and some other goons get out as the lads gather.]
Er... did I ever tell anyone I was a Quaker?
BBBig Baz
We've come to persuade you back to work.
I don't suppose we can reason with 'em, eh?
I think it's too late for that now. [Barry puts his glasses on.]
[On seeing Harry take a large monkey wrench out of his holster] That's what I call a monkey wrench.
Oh, yeah. I know how to use it, an' all! [Throws it at the goons, it hits the Jag and breaks the windscreen. The goons and the lads rush towards each other.]
Don't hit me, don't hit me! I'm a bleeder! [The goon grabs Barry. Meanwhile, Bomber grapples with Big Baz.]
[With a goon, arm behind his back] Anyone got a match? I'll set fire to this bastard! [The goon uses his other elbow to hit Moxey and punch him to the ground.]
[On another goon's back] Yeah! The Fightin' Side of Me, Oz. Remember that? It's one of Merle's best! [Oz smashes a chair over another goon's back and knocks him out.]
[Gets on another goon's back. To Neville] Get him! Go on, hit him! [Neville starts punching at the goon's torso. Barry faints.]
[To Big Baz] If you fights dirty, I can get angry! [Grabs Big Baz and punches him in the face. Barry wakes up and runs away. Oz jumps on top of the Jag and leaps on Barry's pursuer, sending all three to the floor. Oz punches him out while Barry gets up. He almost kicks him, but pauses.]
[To Barry] Do you want to? Go on. [Barry feebly kicks the goon.] There!
[Upon seeing Fraser] Ally? [Turns off radio.] I didn't know you were in England
I had to come over, didn't I, Howard? Sort out the uprising.
Oh dear... I hope there was no unpleasantness.
Oh no, more of a sort of skirmish, Howard. A lover's tiff, wouldn't you say, Dennis?
Aye, Big Baz and Bomber will have announced their engagement any minute I expect! [Fraser and Howard laugh]
[As he and Dennis sit on a sofa] Now then, Howard, you must have some malt whisky in this expensive looking office that I'm paying for?
Bring the bottle over. Dennis and I have got a bit of negotiating to do. [Howard does so.] That's it, shirtsleeve order. Beer and sandwiches at TUC headquarters.
I've got a couple of sesame seed bars if you'd like.
No, save mine for the budgie's cage. [Howard sits down and starts pouring out the whisky.]
Right, now, item one on the agenda: as a result of the case put forcibly to me by Dennis and his brothers, I hereby agree to upgrade the ongoing conversion on Thornely Manor. Now, Howard, have you still got that medium-range budget on file, have you?
Well, yes, but it means jumping up another 20 grand or so!
No, no, I can live with that. Dennis has persuaded me that it would be a great pity to skimp on a building of such architectural heritage, especially if there's gonna be a lot of old dears knocking it around soon. On that subject, just make a note on that pad there to increase the projected fee structure for the resident gentlefolk.
Passing the costs on already, Ally?
Oh, Dennis, if we're going to go upmarket, we can attract a better class of pensioner. If you look in the wills column in the Daily Torygraph, you'll see there's quite a few around with a package stashed away.
[To Dennis] I'm amazed you got him to agree to this!
Right, well, beneath that flinty exterior beats a heart of gold, man.
Don't let it get around, Dennis.
He's also aware that if he hadn't changed his mind, the VAT people would have got an enormous tip-off about certain unpaid taxes on the building work.
Item two: I also hereby agree to waive my rights on the rent monies payable to me from Dennis and his boys after having squatted on my property for the past few weeks.
For heart of gold, read "nugget".
And as for my personal loan to Dennis: the terms of the debt remain the same. Complete the job on the Manor, and we're all square. And I think I can see a way to writing off the interest payable on the loan, which incidentally, Dennis, is currently running at £2,648, give or take a few coppers.
No catch. An absolutely straightforward proposition as regards your boys. You keep them on the payroll for my next project, and we will be as sweet as a bun!
Well, what's the word then, Den? Are we out of a job of what?
No, no, no. Listen. Ally's finally agreed to put some proper work in at the Manor. [The lads breathe a sigh of relief]
I knew we could twist the bastard's arm over that.
But, there's a little, small, er, as you might say, there's a small snag.
What, he wants us to take a cut in wages?
No, no, he wants us to do this next job for him...
We haven't even finished this one yet, ha' we?
[Walking in] 'Ey, I'm knackered! 'Ey, we've been thrashin' along today, havvn't wa?
New incentive scheme, Dennis, sangria and señoritas. Works a treat.
It's a load o' bollocks, really, yer kna. We're only gannin to Skegness! [Bomber and Neville laugh]
I tell yer what it is - if Fraser doesn't come up with this Spanish trip, I'll personally brick 'im up alone in that shithouse.
Listen, Oz, if this trip don't come off, you can brick me up there in there with him. I don't think I could live with the disappointment. Marbells... you've got your pick of your Euro-crumpet in Marbella.
We're supposed to be gannin there to work and earn a bit o' money, Wayne. Remember Money?
Ah, you're wasting your breath, Nev. I think Wayne has invented a new form of currency - wages for sex.
[Sighs] It's crucifying me this, lads. I mean, hearin' all this, knowing I can't come.
An' there's no way you can get out of it, Harry?
Not unless they put her dates back. I mean, fancy havin' open heart surgery at a time like this, eh? I mean, it's really inconsiderate, in't it?
It is a bit of a pisser, like, 'cos we're bound to need a plumber when we get over to España, aren't we? Kna what I mean? That's just one of the things they haven't yet cracked, isn'it? Like playin' football without hackin' each other to death, or buildin' hotels where all the windows fit, or gettin' all the hairs out of the backs of their bacon rind. These are some of the things what the Spics haven't mastered.
Oh, hello. No, I was... just admiring the car. Yours, is it?
No, I meant the registration. [Points to the number plate.] "D-HB", that's the district of Düsseldorf, isn't it?
Perhaps. 'Ere, listen, seein' as you're so bloody good at initials, how 'bout F.O.?
Didn't think you would(!) Look, what's all this about, mate? The car ain't for sale, all right?
Glad to hear it, because having already avoided import duty, you wouldn't want to break the law again, Mr. Wayne Winston Norris? [Shows his ID] Customs and Excise. [Tears a sheet of paper from his pad] Your receipt, sir. Keys, please, sir?
I've gotta find about 800 quid before I can reclaim her. 'Til then, she stays there.
You haven't got the money, presumably, have you?
About 799 short of the mark, to be honest.
Well, er... now we're workin', I can pay you some back again tomorrow, then after the next couple of weeks with Ally's bonus for finishing, that should cover it, shouldn't it?
Nah, nah, it's all right. I can find the money, I'm just a bit annoyed with meself for getting caught out. See, when I drove it through Harwich, I told 'em I was just a visitor, didn't I?
Well, you are just a visitor, aren't ya?
You what? Yeah, yeah, yeah. But what I mean is, I should've put it in the wife's name, eh?
Can it not be registered in Christa's name now?
It's too late for that, Den.
