The Old Oak (2023) Movie Script

- Help you down?
- Can you manage there?
- There we go.
- Can you manage OK?
- Grab that one?
- I can manage this one.
Oh, that's a heavy one!
If you just follow me,
we'll go find your new homes.
Bring your bags.
We'll help you down.
That's a bit heavy,
that one.
- Hey? Your jacket.
- Can you manage?
Gosh. Here we go.
OK, guys,
we're gonna go...
Diala's family, we're
gonna take you to your home.
Bring that out the way.
If you get your bags,
we can give you a hand.
Where the fuck
are they from?
Mind your language, sir.
Answer me question.
Who the fuck are they?
- They're from Syria.
- From Syria?
Are you taking
the fucking piss?
- More Muslims.
- Mind your language.
There's kids here.
Let's keep it calm.
I've got me own kids
to fucking worry about.
I understand,
but let's keep it calm
till we get these kids
in their homes.
It's not fair. It's shit.
I'll answer
all your questions later,
but let's please get
these kids in.
- You all right?
- No. No, not at all.
Yeah. Yeah.
Why didn't you tell us
these were coming?
The council will explain
to all the neighbours.
You're gonna explain?
You didn't tell us they were
coming! When you gonna do that?
We'll be around...
But they've got a good point.
You've gotta admit
they've a good point.
But listen,
there's bairns on the bus.
- They're tired, frightened.
- Laura...
We need to get them in.
We'll deal with it later.
How many more busfuls?
We'll just
have to deal with it later.
You fucking ragheads, man!
You shot my mate in Iraq!
All right,
that's out of order, now.
- We need to keep calm.
- That is out of order!
She's taking
your fucking photo there!
- Look at her! Her, there! Look!
- What?
She's taking
your fucking photo!
Taking my photo
without my say-so?
- It's a fucking disgrace, TJ!
- She's a bairn. Howay.
You better delete that photo,
right now!
Rocco, howay.
- Delete that now!
That's my picture!
Delete it!
The size of youse, man!
You're terrifying them.
Mate, she's taken my photo!
- You can't do that!
- Look, right...
Can you manage? Watch your step
as you're coming off.
Try and stay together.
Quickly, lads.
Quickly, lads. This way.
I'll sort out the photograph, right?
I'll sort the photograph, right?
But they're just kids, man.
Let them get in their house
and get settled, man.
- Smile, boys!
Ooh! Belter!
Right, come on, ladies!
Give me the camera.
Give me the camera.
- Right, OK.
- Please!
- Two more pictures.
- Please!
Rocco, man. Rocco, man.
Nah, man. Rocco. Rocco, man.
- Please. Give me the camera.
- Rocco.
- Give it her back.
- The camera.
- Stop messing.
- Right, selfie!
Please, my camera.
You better step back,
wee man.
- Rocco.
- She tried to grab it!
She shouldn't've tried
to grab it!
- Rocco, man, what the...
- Wind your neck in.
We'll deal with it
once we get inside.
- It's all right.
- It was a joke, man!
- Come on.
Rocco, that's...
Let's go inside.
OK. Everybody in?
- I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry for that, guys.
OK, you've got your lounge here.
You've got your lounge.
Here. Here's your bags.
I'm really sorry that happened
and I hope you're OK.
So we got a microwave.
We've got a fridge
in the corner.
We've got the most important
thing, a kettle, here.
OK. Everybody OK?
Come on!
Come on! Good girl!
Good girl, Marra.
Right, leave. Ah! Hey!
Leave it.
Come on!
Come on! Come on, Marra!
Marra, leave it.
Hey! Leave it.
Come on. Leave it.
Leave it!
Good girl, Marra. Good girl.
Go on, off you get.
Good girl, Marra.
Come on. Give you some water.
Come on. Good girl. Good girl.
There you go.
Good girl.
Fuck's sake, man.
Ah, fuck's sake!
Just put your mum in the car, Michelle.
I'm gonna have a word
with that lad.
- Dad, settle down.
- Just put her in the car.
Oh, son,
have you sold that house?
That's commercially
sensitive information, sir.
Look, I'll give you sensitive.
Have you sold it or not?
It was sold online at auction
a couple of weeks ago,
along with three others
at the top of the village.
What, four houses
without even a visit?
Who the fuck bought them, like?
I don't know.
Some company in Cyprus.
- How much?
- Eight grand each.
Fuck me, I am screwed!
We paid five times that
for ours!
How the fuck
am I gonna sell it now, eh?
Have you got a tenant? Have
you done a background check?
None of that's my department.
"Not my department."
I'll "not my department" you!
You rented out the house
next door to me
to a fucking nutter!
They've been bought online,
right, on an auction.
They've never been to the
village to look at the houses.
They've never walked
round the street,
our streets, in our village,
you know.
Bought by some speculating
greedy bastard
who'll rent them out
to some fucking moron.
- They're fucking parasites.
- They are.
All they do... They don't
even come to the village,
they don't come to the street,
don't see the fucking
houses they're buying.
Now, you heard this?
They're advertising homes
for rent in my street, right,
in Durham fucking prison.
- I'm not kidding you!
They're shitting on me, man.
Shitting on me, I tell you.
Seriously? Durham fucking jail?
Remember a few years ago,
when Mary was first diagnosed,
and we were thinking about
selling up and moving
so we could be closer
to her sister?
- Yeah.
- Aye, I remember that.
We hummed and hawed for a bit,
like, didn't know what to do.
But we got the house valued.
It was worth about 50 grand.
Bit more than we paid for,
so that was all right.
Do you know how much...
Do you know how much
that company in Cyprus
- paid for them houses?
- Go on.
- Eight grand each.
- Fuck! For fuck's sake!
- I mean, we're screwed.
- Fucking eight grand!
Eight grand!
I mean, Mary cannot take it
anymore, man,
with that dick next door.
But we're just trapped there.
This has now become
a dumping ground, lads.
- You're right.
- And lasses. A dumping ground!
Aye, you're right, there.
Them people
that are buying the places,
they're not bothered,
they're not doing the houses up.
And the people
who are moving in,
well, it's not their property
at the end of the day.
They're not doing them up.
They're just being left
to rack and ruin.
I just don't know what to say.
I mean, me and Mary, we...
we've been in this village
all of our lives.
- I know you have.
- You know?
And is this gonna be it, like?
The rest of our lives, living...
- Oh...
- Howay, man.
I can't take it anymore!
- No, man.
- Come on, marra.
Howay, Charlie. Look, mate,
we're gonna sort this out.
- Give over, man.
- We'll sort this out.
We all know Mary. Please
give her our regards, will ya?
We're all rooting for her.
How is she, Charlie?
At one time, owning
your house was your pride.
It's a fucking millstone now,
though, innit?
A fucking millstone,
you're right.
- It's not worth nowt.
- It's what we've become.
Here, she's one of them
from the bus.
Fucking hell. That'll be
a pint of Guinness, then!
Morning. You OK?
Hi, there. How can I help you?
I just came to say thank you for
your kindness when we arrived.
- No need. I didn't do anything.
- I really appreciate it.
No, I didn't do anything.
You're all right.
And I need to ask you
another question.
I am trying to find the man
who broke my camera.
I need him to pay for it
and to fix it.
- Right.
- Yeah. So do you know him?
No, I don't really know
who it was.
He wore a shirt with
the black and white stripes.
- That cuts it down!
- That's popular here.
Those are the colours
of a local football team, erm...
But you were talking to him.
Do you remember that?
Yeah, I remember talking to him.
I... I know who he is.
He's not...
he's not a friend of mine.
Erm, listen, I'm not the police.
Maybe if you see him,
can you please let me know?
My name is Yara, by the way.
What's yours?
I'm, erm, Tommy Joe Ballantyne.
Thank you, Mr Ballantyne.
Can you do that?
I'll... I'll see what I can do.
I'll try. Yeah.
Thank you so much,
Mr Ballantyne.
- OK.
- Bye-bye.
OK. Bye, now.
What a fucking brass neck.
I thought they couldn't
come into the pubs
where they sold alcohol.
Oh, man, they get up to
all sorts when nobody's looking.
I learnt that
when I used to work out there.
She marched in here
as if she owns the place.
What next?
- Building a mosque.
- Morning.
- Morning.
Youse all right?
Solid ten out of ten, you know.
- Pretty good, yeah.
- You want some?
Ah, I'm still undecided.
- Morning, Linda.
- Oh, morning. Hi!
Should you not be at school?
Yeah, but they could do a day
without me, so... you know.
But don't tell my nan.
I'll get another lecture.
- Stop! Hey! Stop!
Fucking stop!
Jesus Christ, man. Lads,
I nearly fucking shit meself.
TJ, man,
stop overreacting.
They're little soft shits, really.
Overreacting? You can put
a saddle on that fucker!
Let's be fair, TJ. We wouldn't
have them in the street
if they weren't good with kids.
Their bark's worse
than their bite.
- They're lovely.
- Lovely?
They're not that bad, mate.
They were viewing her
as a bloody breakfast snack!
- They're not bad.
- He's cute.
- We apologise, mate.
Lads... Fucking hell.
Listen to me.
This camera costs so much money.
You need to pay for it.
Well, you shouldn't've
tried to grab it!
You shouldn't take it
from the bag!
You shouldn't have taken
my picture then!
- You should pay for it.
- What's going on?
This is the man
who broke my camera.
What are you banging on about, seriously?
I don't understand
what you are saying.
You should pay for it.
If you don't understand me,
and you don't understand
Queen's English,
fuck off back
to your own country.
You fuck off!
Don't say that to me.
I can speak to you
any way I want.
That's rich coming from you.
You're not exactly
fucking local, are you?
- Are you?
- Right, I'm off-ski!
Have a good one. Bye!
- So you know him.
- Yeah, I do. Yeah.
You'll not get any money
out of him to fix the camera.
- All his money goes on drink
- Do you have the camera on you?
- Yeah.
Can I please have a look?
Thank you.
If you've got a moment,
and you'll come to the pub
with me,
I may be able to help you.
- Now?
- If you've got a moment, yeah.
- Come on, Marra.
Good girl. Good girl.
Aye, off you go.
Er, Maggie, can I have the keys
to the back room, please?
- The back room?
- Yeah, please.
Thank you.
- Good morning.
- Hiya, pet. You all right?
Yeah, thank you.
If you'd just like
to come this way.
You'll have to excuse the mess,
I'm afraid.
It's been locked up
for about 20 years, this room.
Back in the day, it used
to be packed every night.
There used to be a pit
in the village. A coal mine.
Every village around here
had their own pit.
They're long gone now,
of course.
A whole way of life,
just gone forever.
Yara, this is what I wanted
to show you.
Now, they're not the same
as yours,
but I thought that possibly one
might be of some use to you.
They were my uncle's.
He took most of the photographs
in here.
Well, this one looks
really like my camera.
Thank you for thinking of me.
But my camera is...
special to me.
Right, well,
there's a shop in Durham
where I can get your camera
fixed for you.
Well, thank you,
but erm... I have no money.
Right, well...
What happens if I just trade two
of these cameras in to that shop
and that'll get enough money
to get your camera fixed?
Er, you can trust me with it.
I'll get it fixed and I'll keep
an eye on it, don't worry.
Thank you so much.
I'll look after it, I promise.
Thank you.
Do you mind me asking?
You speak very good English.
Where did you learn?
Because I lived in a camp
for two years
and I volunteered there
to help the foreign nurses,
so they taught me
a lot of English.
- Right.
- Also, in the first month,
I decided that
I am going to learn
20 new words of English
every day.
That's what I did, yeah.
- TJ?
- Yeah, Maggie?
- I really need to go now.
- Right.
The regulars are in and there's
two that want serving.
Right, I'll be out.
Cheers, Maggie.
- All right. See you later, pet.
- Cheers now.
I'll leave this with you, right?
- Mr Ballantyne?
- Yep.
Can I take a look
at the other pictures?
Yeah, course you can.
Take as long as you want.
- Thank you.
- I shouldn't be too long, OK?
Ah, where have you been?
I'm trying to get served, here!
Five minutes we've been waiting.
- Five minutes...
- Do you want a beer?
- Aye, go on then.
- I'll get these.
- Thank you very much.
- So what's going on, TJ?
- Not a lot, mate.
- We know she's in there.
Aye, TJ, this is the one place
in the village where we can come
and forget our worries,
just be ourselves, man.
I hope you're not slipping her
a length next door!
That'll be a trip
down memory lane!
Been giving her a sob story
about the poor fucking miners,
have you, TJ?
Our Vic, cut the fucker out now.
Look, we've just come in for
a quiet pint, Archie, all right?
And, TJ, we don't need ragheads
in our boozer, yeah?
Fucking ragheads, Gary, man?
Speak for yourself, lad.
Anyway, she's doing you no harm
- Ah, piss off, Joe.
- Fucking hell.
You can tell your father
was a fucking scab,
cos you're turning
just like him.
The only regret my old man had
is that he didn't
return to work earlier.
Aye, he didn't get in
earlier, but he fucking went in.
And five years later, mate,
the pit was fucking shut,
and he was on the scrapheap
like the fucking rest of us.
- Thought you might like a drink.
- Thank you.
"When you eat together,
you stick together."
Me mother always said that.
Yeah. We used to do the same
before we left Syria.
We used to cook together, too,
with our neighbours,
and sleep under the stairs
in case we were bombed.
That's taken during the strike.
I was just a young lad.
I'd just started down the pit.
And the government tried
to starve us back to work,
so we made sure that
we ate together every day.
Yeah. And what's that?
Ah, this is more of the strike.
You didn't wanna be caught
by those bastards.
Oh, they look so strong.
Yeah, we were.
Me father always said,
if the workers realised
the power that they have,
had the confidence to use it,
we could change the world.
But we never did.
- Hi! Salam alaykum!
- Mama?
Take it. Yeah?
These for Mama.
- Oh, OK!
- Yeah.
Salam alaykum.
- This one's clothes.
- Shukran.
This one, yeah?
And this, yeah?
Oh, come. I'll show you.
- You all right with that?
- Yeah, I've got it.
Hi! Salam alaykum!
Wa alaykumu salam!
How are you doing? Good, good?
- This one's for you!
- Thank you.
Yeah? No problem.
- Mum say thank you.
- Oh, no problem. No problem.
- Because Jamila...
- Uh-huh.
- ...kick me in bed.
- No, Jamila!
- No!
- Yes.
- No!
- You?
- No.
- See?!
Two seconds.
- Oh.
- You all right?
- You know what?
- What?
- Summat you'll never learn.
- What's that, then?
Charity begins at home.
Have you seen what I've got?
It's nappies.
There's a baby. Aye.
- Salam alaykum.
- You all right? Eh?
- Salaam.
- I've got some clothes.
- Oh!
- A couple of shoes.
- Thank you!
- Can I put it inside?
Yes! Shoes!
A couple of bits here.
- Oh! Thanks!
- Yeah.
That good!
That Aisha's dead canny,
you know.
But they're having, like,
a proper nightmare.
The bairn won't stop crying
cos of his bad chest.
- And that neighbour you saw?
- Aye.
Banging on the wall constantly,
swearing his head off at them.
It's a nightmare.
Really, really stressful, like.
I can't say I'm surprised.
If you hear the stuff they
come out with in the pub, man.
Jesus! Especially
when they've had a few.
Yeah. And then they go home,
they go online,
and they just
wind each other up.
Some of the stuff they
come out with, it's horrendous.
Well, what do you say
to them in the pub?
What can I say?
Well, I don't know, TJ.
That's why I'm asking you.
I say nowt.
Just keep me mouth shut.
- Here.
- Ta, thank you.
- Laura] Hi!
- Salam alaykum.
Salam alaykum. Salam alaykum.
For you, for the house.
How are you doing?
- Shukran.
- Yeah. No problem.
And for you,
guess what we've got.
- What?
- Bike!
- Yes!
- There you go! Happy?
- Yeah.
- There you go!
Go, Rana!
All right, lads?
How come they're getting
all that stuff?
It's all been donated
by local people.
It's all second-hand stuff,
lads. There's nothing new.
I know, but they've
been getting everything lately.
but they've lost everything.
That's what
you've gotta understand.
They came to this country
and had absolutely nothing
other than the clothes
on their back.
Wish I could get a bike.
You know, maybe you should
do something for the local kids.
Are you kidding us?
Why don't you do something?
Start the football up again!
No?! Thought not.
Hey, man, I'm ran off me feet.
I never stop.
I've got bairns at home.
I've got work.
Me mam's poorly. Our lad's
saying he never sees us.
You want us to do more?
There's only a couple of us
doing this, you know.
Me, a couple from the church...
Jesus Christ, man, TJ.
You do something.
For fuck's sake.
You used to be the one
kicking our arses
when something
needed doing round here.
And now what? I've gotta beg you
to give us a lift in the van
to drop some stuff off?!
Are you kidding us?
Howay, man!
On your marks, get set.
Olivia! Go on, Olivia!
Go on, Olivia!
Go on, Olivia!
Keep going, Linda!
Go, go, go, go, go!
Keep going, Linda!
Linda! Linda!
Linda, are you OK?
- I feel ill.
- Is your mother here?
No, she's at work.
Linda, you all right, darling?
Here, have some water.
You might be dehydrated.
- Here.
- Thank you.
What have you eaten
today, Linda?
Erm, just a small bag of crisps.
Right, OK. Do you think
you might want to go home?
- Erm... yeah.
- Yep.
Is your home near?
It's just a couple
of streets away.
- OK, I can take you home.
- Oh, yeah?
Oh, I forgot my keys.
Max, open the door.
What do you want?
Hi. Your sister
is not feeling well.
- Can I help her inside?
- Yeah, sure.
Come, sit here.
Put your head here.
I have a banana
in my bag.
Could you try and eat that?
I can't. I need summat sweet.
That usually helps.
Sorry, do you have a biscuit
or something sweet
for your sister?
One moment.
Who the fuck are you?!
I'm sorry, I...
Do I come in your house, poking
around in your fucking fridge?
- Get out! Fucking get out!
- You don't understand...
- Get out!
- Don't!
I'm sorry,
I was trying to help...
Keep your... These kids
are my responsibility.
Keep your big fucking foreign
nose out my business, right?
- Get out!
- She was helping me!
I don't fucking care!
You're not wanted here.
You don't understand!
She's sick! I was helping her!
I don't fucking care! Get out!
And don't come back!
What the fuck do
you think youse two are doing?
- Eh?
- It wasn't me, it was her.
How many times
have I told you
not to let strangers
in the house?
Fucking foreigners in me house!
- How many times?
- I was ill!
I'm gonna take the key
off you, I swear to God!
- Mr Ballantyne?
- Hello, Yara.
- Hi.
- I have something for you.
- Thank you so much.
- You're welcome.
- Shukran.
- Thank you, Mr Ballantyne.
My mum say
you must come in for tea.
Oh, no, it's OK. I've got dirty
shoes on. I've been to work.
No, please!
Please, just for tea!
Five minutes. Please, come.
- Well, that's very kind of you.
- Please, come.
Thank you.
She's, er...
She's making a joke of me.
Like, now I am going
to take pictures
of everyone on the street,
like I did in the camp.
Oh, right.
Thank you.
- Here, have some cakes.
- Thank you.
Do you like it?
Very good cake. Very nice.
Is the camera OK?
It's perfect. Like a new one.
Do you know
what "shukran" means?
- No.
- It means "thank you".
- Shukran.
- Shukran.
It goes with your name.
"Shukran, Mr Ballantyne."
- Well, shukran.
So, all the kids
are in school now.
So how's it going?
- Good.
- Good?
- Yeah.
- School? Good?
Good, good. Yes.
Big lad, how's school going?
- Good, good.
- Good. Right.
Your dolls are very pretty.
- Do they have names?
Erm, yeah.
Erm... Rahat. Rahat, Rafif,
Sham, Shahad, Amara.
So those are the names
of her girlfriends back home.
She doesn't know
where they are now.
This is our father,
and she said she wish
he can find us here.
- I'm sure he will.
Yeah, I'm sure he will.
If you'll excuse them,
- they have homework to do.
- Yeah.
- So this is my father.
- Yeah.
He's a tailor.
Quick hands and quick mind.
His only crime
was to look for his brother.
He was picked up by the shabiha.
It means "the ghosts".
They are state-sponsored
militias of the Syrian regime.
My mother thinks he's dead.
But I know he's still alive.
Your father got you that camera,
didn't he?
When I was a little girl,
I told him I wanted
to be a photographer
and travel the world.
This camera saved my life.
How's that?
Because I saw a lot of things I...
I wish I hadn't see.
Don't have the words
to describe them.
But when I look through
this camera, I...
I choose to see some hope
and some strength.
So I choose how I live
with this camera.
And I feel like...
like my father is with me.
So thank you for fixing it.
It's my pleasure.
Go on! Get him!
Hey, Bashir!
Get him down. Give him what
he deserves! Make him pay!
- Go on!
- Right, boys, go on!
- Go on, give him it!
All right, boys, go on!
Get the fuck off the Paki cunt!
Let me speak to him.
Get the fuck off him now.
- You, you little bastard, eh?
- Go on!
Eh? Fucking look at me, yeah?
I know what you've fucking done,
you know what you...
Get the fuck off! We all know
what you've fucking done!
Why the fuck would you do that?!
- Get the fuck up.
- Get him up!
You, you little bastard!
Fuck off!
You dirty immigrant cunt!
Fuck off
back to your own country!
Fucking do that again,
I swear to fucking God...
- Go on!
- Go!
You fucking little
dirty Paki cunt!
Go on! Well, bloody go on!
Fucking wanker. Wanker,
that's what you fucking are!
Get the fuck
off him now. Get the fuck up.
You, you little cunt.
I know
what you've fucking done...
- Stop it there! Stop it there.
Look, see him?
That's my nephew, right?
Listen to what he says.
"You know what you've done,
we know what you've done."
Have you seen this, Charlie?
See, that foreign bastard,
he's been bullying lasses
at dinner time.
He pushed one over.
Yeah! Ask the parents.
I know the lad.
He's a good kid,
he's a decent lad.
We're just trying to figure out
what happened.
Well, summat's gone on, TJ.
Here, Gary, play that again.
Fucking go now!
- Go. Fuck off!
- Go on!
That's what happens
to bullies in our school.
See? Something
happened before that.
Aye, that's your Ronnie
responding, innit?
Our Ronnie's getting bullied
on fucking social media now.
They're bloody fanatics, man.
So what the fuck do you
make of that then, TJ?
I dunno.
- Another pint? Anybody?
- That all you can say?
I'll force another one.
Cheers, Eddy.
That's all you can say,
"Another pint?"
- I better have your bitter.
- Cheers.
Right you are, mate.
- Cheers.
- Cheers.
I mean, I'm no racist,
but I'm not happy
about the school.
All those extra kids in there.
And I don't blame them,
but some of them
don't even speak English!
It's holding everyone back.
Are there no more teachers?
Aye, they're bringing
someone in who speaks Arabic.
Arabic? That's great
for our kids, that, innit?
There was two of them in front
of my cousin in the doctor's
trying to fill
fucking forms out.
That took half an hour.
It was the same with Mary
at the health centre.
Funny, innit?
They always put 'em round here,
but never put 'em in Chelsea
or fucking Westminster!
Of course they don't! They
don't want them living by them.
That's why they're dumping them
on us by the fucking busload.
I mean, I'm not against
refugees, immigrants.
I mean, God,
my father was Irish.
But there's fuck all
in this village now.
And we're supposed to share it
with that lot?
We don't even know them.
And if you say anything
about it,
all the posh wankers
make you out to be a racist.
- I'm fucking sick of it.
- So am I. I'm sick of it.
What about
the background checks?
You know what I mean?
Who are these people's wives?
Who are they married to?
Who's their brothers? Cousins?
They've all got smartphones.
Face to face with fighters
in a war zone.
All it takes is one of them
to slip through.
One crazy fucking jihadi.
I feel sorry for the poor
bastards. I honestly do.
Well, me an' all, Jaffa,
but what can we do?
We can't even
look after our own.
Bang on! People living in
fucking boarded-up houses, eh,
with candles on?
They've never had any fucking
respect for us round here, ever.
Well, I say we should
draw a line in the sand, eh?
Enough's enough.
It starts here, this village.
This pub, The Old Oak.
We should have a public meeting
and tell everybody
how we're feeling.
Invite everybody.
The local council, the press,
Tyne Tees telly.
You need to be careful, Charlie.
You get a load of racists in.
There's plenty of them about.
We don't need it!
as far as I'm concerned,
it's now or never.
Where would we hold it?
Everywhere's closed.
There's the church hall,
the miners' welfare,
even the school's gone!
Well, you opened the back
room the other day there, TJ.
- We could have it in there.
- Aye.
It's been shut for 20 years.
The place is an absolute tip.
We could help you
clean it up, couldn't we, lads?
- Do that, aye.
- Yeah, course we could!
There's nay heating,
the plumbing's knackered,
and the electrics are fucked.
That's a non-starter.
Jaffa's done time
in the building trade.
Couldn't you help out, Jaffa?
No, count me out.
I've got a bad back.
- Fucking lazy bastard!
What about the cookers, TJ?
- Cookers?
- Aye.
They haven't worked
since the '90s, man.
We'd blow ourselves up
using them.
I'll strip them down.
I've got time.
Oh, anyway,
we don't need cookers.
We don't need any food or nowt.
All we need is a room
for a few hours for a meeting.
Now what's the problem?
I haven't got
public liability insurance.
So I can't have
any public functions in there.
You're a stickler
for the rules all of a sudden!
Do you mind if I go
and have a look meself?
Go on, Charlie.
Go on, son.
Hey, the keys are behind
the bar. Come on, open it up.
The room stays closed.
Hey, do you know
what it is, TJ?
Some of us have been drinking
in this pub for 40 years.
That's a lifetime, man.
Me and Mary, we had our
engagement party in that room.
You were there,
you remember?
- Course I can, mate.
- Aye, course you can.
Cos you made a lovely speech,
didn't you?
-"Marras for life" and all that.
- Aye.
And now you won't
even open the room for us,
but you'll open it
for your new mates?
What's that? Do we not count
all of a sudden?
I'm sorry, mate. I'm sorry.
But that room stays shut.
- Howay, then.
Aye, fair enough.
Fair enough.
- Sorry, Charlie.
- Fucking disgraceful.
- Sit down, Charlie.
- He's changed.
Can I have a word with you?
Yeah, you!
I need to talk to you.
I didn't know what happened
with Linda the other day.
I'm really sorry.
I just wanted to apologise.
I'm sorry too,
for entering your house.
I should have asked.
You know, Linda showed me
the photographs you took of her.
They're really lovely.
They're so natural.
And she looks happy
for a change.
What I wanted to ask you,
I showed the pictures
to the girls in the salon.
I've got a little
cleaning job there,
just a few hours a week.
They would really like it
if you come and took some
pictures of them, as well.
Yeah, I can do that. Yeah.
- Just be careful.
- Yeah.
Can you look at the camera, please?
- You want us to look at you?
- Yeah. Look here.
So this is Debbie. Yara.
Are you enjoying
doing this, then?
Yeah, very much.
Thank you for letting me
take your photos.
Ah, you're welcome.
- Oh, nice cup of tea.
- There you go.
Oh, that's fantastic, thank you.
There you are, Yara.
- Thank you.
- Nice brew for you, darling.
- So how's Linda?
- Yeah, she's good!
She's doing better.
- Yeah?
- She's back at school.
Nice and hot.
- Can I just ask you something?
- Yeah.
Do you do, erm...
like, a gift voucher?
Ah. No, Sadie.
We're, like,
a simple outfit, so...
Oh, do you not?
It's just, you know
me daughter Josie?
- Hm-hmm.
- It's her birthday coming up.
- She hasn't been out for months.
- Right.
I was just thinking it would be
lovely, maybe, for her to...
She could do with
having her hair done and...
I mean, she's got her nails,
but, oh, they're a mess.
They really need doing!
And, you know, if I give her
money to get it done,
it'll go straight out
for the kids.
I've got a friend going through
exactly the same thing, Sadie.
It's awful.
She lost all of her confidence.
She's just hiding away.
- Yeah.
- We just never see her.
She's just so lonely.
It really breaks my heart.
And they feel
ashamed, don't they?
That's what happened
to my Katie.
She just got left
by the wayside.
I don't even know
where she is.
Don't know
if she'll ever come back.
That's 5.20, there, boy.
- Money's just there.
- Champion.
- Cheers, mate.
- Thanks, TJ.
Got a friend for life,
there, mate!
Ah, she's nay bother!
Canny little dog.
Ah, she's a belter.
- TJ?
- Yep?
- Can we have a word?
- Hm-hmm.
Yara and me
have been having a think.
Oh, that's reassuring!
No, not like that,
Erm, just, Yara was at the
hairdresser's the other day...
- Right.
- ...talking to the lasses.
And you know what it's like,
people are really struggling.
And she was talking to Sadie
about her daughter, Josie.
Christ, I haven't seen her
in months.
Aye, exactly.
She's, like, really
hiding herself away, right?
I've been thinking,
Mr Ballantyne.
Our families, the Syrian
families, are so isolated,
and worried for their kids.
Some of the locals here
are struggling too.
Ah, I know. Some of the
stories I hear in here, man.
It's absolutely heart-breaking.
Exactly, so...
So that photo, in the backroom.
What your mother said to you.
"If you eat together,
you stick together."
- Right?
- Yeah.
So, imagine if all the families
mix and start to eat together.
We can become friends.
This could really change
our life forever.
What do you think?
Well, sounds like a great idea.
But do you not think
you're taking too much on?
Why, no, man. Our mams did 500
meals a day during the strike.
We can pull off a dinner
for a couple of people
from the village.
If we just start small, maybe,
with the people who need it
the most, like Josie.
And we could maybe
ask Brendan from the school
which of the other bairns
might need it.
Start off like that.
You can borrow the van any time
you want, if that'll help.
The thing is, is there's nowhere
really to do it anymore.
The church hall's gone.
And that was
the last suitable place.
So we were thinking
maybe we could use
the back room?
Are you trying
to embarrass us?
That's been shut up
for 20 years.
We were just thinking
we could get people in...
The plumbing's knackered,
the electric's knackered.
Some of our men
are builders. They can come...
It's not safe, Yara!
You know that.
You know it's not safe in there!
What are you playing at, Laura?
How am I, TJ?
Are you trying
to fucking ruin us?
No, we're trying to do
something for the village!
Even though I could open
that back room,
the last few regulars I've got
left would fucking boycott us.
Oh! Here!
I'm hanging on
by my fingertips here!
I can't sell the place.
I haven't got a penny
to me fucking name!
Do you want us out
on the street?
- No. No, of course not.
- Cos that's what'll happen!
just fucking leave it, right?
Just get off me back
and leave it!
Yara, I'm sorry.
Good girl. Come on.
- Marra!
Leave it!
Leave it! Marra, leave it!
Leave it!
Marra! Leave it!
- Marra!
Come on, girl, down!
- Marra!
Yo, man,
you fucking prick! Come on!
- Get your fucking dog back!
- Oh, fuck, no.
Get those bastards
under control!
For fuck's sake, man!
I told you not to do this!
- Marra!
- Get them back, man!
- Come on!
- Fuck's sake!
- Marra!
- Fucking grab him, man!
- Marra!
- Get his head!
Get a hold of
the fucking thing, man!
Fucking size of it, man!
We need to go now.
Go, go, go, go, go!
- Marra!
- Go, go, go, go!
You fucking bastards!
- Go!
Marra! Marra!
Go, go, go, go.
You fucking... bastards.
You fucking bastards!
I'll fucking have you!
- Hi.
- Hello.
We were thinking of you.
Can we come in?
Yeah, course you can.
- Take a seat.
- Thank you.
Er, bring a plate.
Just for yourself.
Sometimes in life, there is
no need for words, only food.
You make me feel
quite ashamed.
After what you've been through,
to do this for me...
There is no shame in love,
Mr Ballantyne.
We understand loss.
Please, take a seat.
Thank you.
- You will like the food.
- I'm sure I will.
She won't leave until you eat.
That's very nice.
Thank you.
- Shukran?
- Shukran.
- Shukran.
Thank you.
When did you get Marra?
April the 9th, two years ago.
You remember the date?
It's a very special date to me.
My father was a miner,
as you know.
On April the 9th,
many years ago now...
he was working on a seam
three mile out to sea,
and he was killed
in an accident.
So two years ago,
my life was in such a mess...
I decided
that on April the 9th...
I would take my own life.
Now, I don't know, that may
be hard for you to understand.
It's not hard.
Yara, I just made
so many mistakes.
I'd just lost a good woman.
I made time for everybody
except her,
and by the time I realised...
Well, it was too late.
She wanted a divorce.
Do you have any children?
Yeah. I have a son.
He's a good lad,
but he doesn't speak to me anymore.
And I can't blame him.
I just kept hurting everybody
that I loved and cared for.
I mean, this place, The Old Oak,
it's dropping to bits.
And I can't get it fixed.
So when it was coming round
to April the 9th two years ago,
I realised I had a way out.
So I made a decision...
to take me own life.
I walked down to the beach,
I took a bearing
from the old pit head
and I looked out at the horizon.
And I just thought to meself,
"If I can get three mile
out there...
just above
where me father died..."
I thought, "That'll do me."
I couldn't come back from that,
I knew that.
I even left a note
on this table.
"Tommy Joe Ballantyne's
gone for a swim."
So... I stepped into the sea.
And that's when it happened.
Now, I'm not a religious person.
I don't believe in God,
the afterlife, any of that.
- But as I stepped in the sea...
...I heard this noise.
- And I looked around.
And there was this daft
little dog coming towards us.
I remember thinking, "Not now."
"Not today of all days."
But it just kept coming.
It came right up to me feet.
And I looked down
and I saw it had a name tag.
And it said "Marra".
See, "marra"
is an old miners' word.
Your marra is your friend,
but it runs much deeper
than that.
He's your friend,
he's your equal.
He's got your back,
you've got his.
You keep each other safe.
So all I could think of was,
"What would my father
think of me?"
So I stepped back.
Brought the daft little dog
home with us.
She gave us a reason
to get out of bed.
Every time I looked at Marra...
I saw the little dog that
gave us a second chance.
- Youse all right?
- Hi, lasses, you all right?
You all right, Maggie?
Just come to see how TJ is.
He's all right. He's all right.
He's in the back.
God knows what he's doing.
- He's in the back?
- Aye.
Erm, the door's not locked
if you wanna go in.
- Get that, Yara. TJ?
You all right?
What are you doing?
What does it look
like I'm doing?
I'm cleaning the kitchen.
You're to blame for this,
the pair of youse!
- Er... well, good.
- Yeah.
So, off with your coats,
and get your backsides in here
and give us a hand.
Right. We'll come back later.
No, no, no!
You're not going anywhere!
- I've started this cos of you.
Get in here, give us a hand.
- OK. OK.
- Yeah, right?
- Come on.
- Right.
- Uh-huh.
- Great.
I've got plenty
of cleaning stuff. Come on.
A couple of people
came to me very recently
with an idea
that I reopen this room.
And I wasn't receptive at all.
But what I wanna do now,
with your help,
is I wanna reopen this room.
And I wanna help the kids
in this village
who are in desperate need
of our help
and in need of a meal.
So then, Tony, are we safe?
Aye. I've replaced
these three fuses here.
- Right.
- Erm...
But long term,
it needs sorting out, like,
cos otherwise you'll have a bit
of an issue on your hands.
But for now, you're safe.
I want to welcome
our new friends
who have left a war zone,
come to our community.
And what I want to do
is I want to use this space
so we meet together
and we sit down
and eat together.
That'll need a big scrub.
If you can take that rubbish
out, that would be great.
Anything that looks as though
it's unsafe,
or needs chucking out,
exactly, needs to go.
This is solidarity.
It's not charity.
This is about,
we do something together.
It's not just about putting some
food on a table as a one-off.
I want this to be ongoing.
How are you getting on,
Mo? Mo, you good?
- No, no.
- No?
No. Rust.
- Rust?
- Rust, yeah.
I can get you some WD-40
for that.
That's not a problem.
Do you wanna check that one?
- Yusuf?
- All right, is it safe?
Does that mean safe? Yusuf?
How are we getting on?
They don't understand
a word I say.
I'm struggling, mate.
I'm struggling.
Right, well, where's Yara?
She's up translating with Betty,
up there.
- I didn't want to interrupt.
- No, can't interrupt that.
- Hi.
- Hiya. You all right?
Can I put these things in
for TJ?
Yeah, you can. Put them
on the bottom table there.
Hiya, you all right?
- Hi.
- Hi. You all right?
- Hi.
- Hi.
- All right?
- All right.
All right, yeah.
- Food on the table?
- Wonderful.
Away you go.
- Yusuf!
- Hello.
- Hiya, you all right?
- Hiya.
- Hiya. All right?
Yeah, good.
Fucking Ali Baba and the
Forty Thieves, innit? Huh?
Oh, for fuck's sake. Howay,
I'm gonna go sit down there.
Doing my fucking brain in.
Just come in
for a quiet pint, man, Maggie.
Is that too much to ask for?
Charlie, it's TJ's idea.
I bet it fucking is, an' all.
- See you, bye.
- See you.
- Bye.
- See you, bye.
- All right. Ta-ra.
- Bye.
- Right. Bye.
- Bye.
Ta-ra. See you later.
Bye. Have a nice day.
- Thank you.
- Aye.
Fuck off.
The pub's not ours anymore,
is it?
Hello, Tony.
What are you doing here, son?
- All right, Uncle Ed?
- Why aye.
Aye, the gaffer sent us over
to check on some wiring.
I hope
you're getting paid, son.
Ah, usual rate! Nah,
we're doing a favour for TJ.
- All chipping in to help out.
Anyway, I'll catch you later on.
- Pint later on, eh?
- Aye! Why aye!
- Oh!
- Thank you.
Hi, there. Is it OK to leave
these here for TJ, please?
Aye, just put them on
this bottom table there, pet.
It's like
Grand Central Station.
- What the fuck's this all about?
- A car boot sale or something?
Can you tell Laura that's
from the Fire Brigades Union,
and there's more on the way.
All right, OK.
Also, erm, I've found
an industrial juicer.
Erm, can you just tell her
that Sammy's got it?
It's second-hand
but it's in good nick.
I'll drop it off later on.
- All right.
- OK? Thank you.
OK. Bye, pet.
- You all right there, lads?
- Aye.
- Enjoy your pint.
- Aye. Great.
- An industrial fucking juicer.
- What the hell's next, eh?
A fucking Jacuzzi!
Fucking unions need
to mind their own business.
Too much time on their hands.
It's getting like fucking
Panama Canal in here, innit, eh?
Aye. You're right there, lad.
- Another pint please, Maggie.
- Hm-hmm.
Anyone else?
- No.
- No, I'm all right.
- All right, Maggie.
- So...
Back room's
not good enough for us,
but it is good enough for them,
is that it, TJ?
Hadn't planned it, Charlie.
All it is,
is a few of the locals
trying to give a helping hand
to those that need it.
It's a few volunteers doing it.
You and your family
are more than welcome to come.
- Aye, OK then.
- What's your problem, Vic?
I'll tell you the problem,
shall I?
The problem is we drink in here
all the time,
keeping you in business,
and you treat us
like fucking shit.
I don't treat you
like fucking shit.
Yeah, you do. Yeah, you do.
We asked you for a favour, mate.
One favour for a meeting.
One fucking meeting.
And all you did was give us
a load of excuses.
But with these fuckers, right,
you can give them
what they fucking want.
As far as I'm concerned, mate,
you're a fucking two-faced,
forty-faced arsehole.
Easy, man.
Aye, just calm down, Vic.
I mean, look at the place, TJ.
It's like a bloody refugee camp.
It's a shithole.
That's sad coming from you, mate.
You're the one
that's fucking sad, mate.
I tell you what it is, right?
I'm just trying to work it out.
Either you're going for the OBE
for charity work,
or you're shagging her
in the fucking cellar.
- Fucking watch your mouth, pal!
- Make me! Fucking make me!
I tell you what it is,
you're a fucking loser.
Even your own son
won't talk to you.
That's why your fucking wife
left you.
- Me fucking wife?
- Lads, lads! Lads, stop!
- Mr Ballantyne, stop!
I'll put you through
the fucking window!
What's the matter?
Touched a nerve, did I,
Mr Ballantyne?
Get outside
and let's fucking sort it out!
That's enough, Vic!
You've gone too far!
TJ, this is the one last public
space we've got in our lives.
All we want is our pub back.
Is that too much to ask,
after all this time?
Howay. It's time you made
your mind up, son.
And you,
with your fucking brass neck,
not being disrespectful, pet,
but fuck off
where you come from.
Go back.
That's what we want, too.
Good. Well, hurry up. Bye.
Well said, Yara, pet.
- You OK?
- You all right?
- Maggie, you all right?
- Yeah.
I'm sorry about that. I'm sorry.
- You OK, guys?
- Yeah.
You slice up your bread
like that, like. Loads of chips.
Lovely, aren't they?
Especially with buttered bread.
Is that your son over there?
What's his name?
- What's his name?
- My son?
- Yeah.
Ah, OK.
Everybody's OK
for a drink?
they'll come around.
Enjoy that?
- Can I have some pizza please?
- Course you can, Ryan.
- Oop! There you go.
- Thanks. Is this just for today?
We're gonna try and do it
twice a week
and a special on a Saturday.
So can I come here
every Saturday?
Course you can.
- It is for free?
- Absolutely, not a penny.
- Can I bring my gran?
- Of course you can.
She'll love to hear that. Thanks.
No problem at all.
Hiya, can I have
some nuggets, please?
Is that true?
This is... All this for free?
- Yeah, absolutely.
- Is it a promise?
We'll do the best we can.
They told me all about
the Berlin Wall,
and how soldiers were there
and kaput!
You want carrots?
Do you want carrots?
I was dipping it in the...
Good move.
That's the perfect thing to do.
Is this your glass, pet?
Er, that's...
Yeah, that's mine.
It can be yours.
- What's up, Max?
- Nothing.
We've still got some food left.
- Is there?
- Yeah.
If you eat in the kitchen,
no one will see you there.
We won't say anything.
Wait here.
- Are you OK?
- Yeah.
If you need anything, just ask.
We are as a family.
Thank you.
Bashir, here's a video filmed by my sister.
Don't let Salim see it.
This is what happened to Othman's school.
Remember him?
Bashir, mother wants to tell us something.
I have good news.
Dad is still alive.
Somebody saw him in prison.
It's the best news we could have.
My father is still alive.
Someone saw him in the prison.
Please, don't stop.
Sometimes I wish he was dead,
we had his body
and I could bury him.
Where he is, there's
a hundred people into one cell.
So packed
they take turns to sit down.
Starved, beaten.
Only few survive.
This is what the Assad regime
does to us.
It's the hope
that causes so much pain.
I'm so sorry, Yara.
But I have to be strong
for my family.
And community.
But it's all just... a big act.
TJ, we're getting a donation
from the Cathedral.
Can you go and collect it, please?
Aye, cheers, Phil, will do,
mate. Thank you.
Thank you.
- So that's the Cathedral.
- Wow.
Built nearly a thousand
years ago by the Normans.
Me father loved it.
But he always said
that the Cathedral
doesn't belong to the Church,
it belongs to the workers
that built it.
We used to love coming
every July
to watch the blessing
of the miners' banners,
and then go on
to the big meeting.
He used to love all the speeches
and the bands.
- Just like in the photos.
- Yeah, just like in the photos.
Can we go?
It's been a long time
since I went.
So it's probably best
if you go with Laura.
- It's those as well, mate.
- Right, cheers, Geoff.
- Leave that, leave that.
Tell you what, if you hurry up,
you can see the choir practice.
- Really? Now?
- Yeah.
Go through the arch,
then in the Cathedral.
- OK.
- All right?
- I'm going.
- OK, enjoy.
- OK, well done.
My children will never see
the temple in Tadmor. Palmyra.
Built by the Romans and
destroyed by the Islamic State.
When you have
half of your country in rubble
and you see this...
It makes me want to cry.
What will Syria be like
in a thousand years?
How many years
to cut the stones...
to lift the weight,
to imagine the light?
How many brilliant minds?
How much sweat?
How many people
working together?
Such a beautiful place...
makes me want to hope again.
When they torture,
when they target hospitals,
when they murder doctors,
when they use chlorine gas,
when the world stands by
and does nothing,
that's when the regime lives.
When the world does nothing.
That's what they do to break us.
It takes strength to hope,
but they want to smash it.
It takes faith to hope.
We tried to build something new,
something beautiful,
and look at us.
Thrown to the wolves.
I have a friend
who calls hope "obscene".
Maybe she's right.
But if I stop hoping,
my heart will stop beating.
- I did me best!
Our community has
prepared a little gift for you,
inspired by the miners' banners
and also by The Oak Tree,
which we know, is so important
and so special for you.
Yusuf and Abdul, please come.
TJ, quick!
Fuck's sake!
TJ! Come down!
TJ, come
and have a look at this, man!
What's the matter?
- Have a look.
- Oh, for fuck's sake.
It's a right mess.
Oh, bollocks!
It's the fucking pipework that
we got fixed the other week.
- It's a complete disaster.
- The joints have all gone.
Oh, fucking hell, man.
Right, I'm gonna try
and turn it off.
Do us a favour,
get Jaffa on the phone,
cos he's meant
to have sorted this out.
- Right, right. Will do.
- Great.
Champion. Cheers, Maggie.
Hi, Jaffa.
The plumbing's knackered
and the kitchen's flooded
and it's a right mess.
What about the electrics?
The electrics? I don't know.
Hang on,
I'll just check the switch.
- Maggie, don't!
Fucker! What the fucking hell
have you done?
- What the fuck was that?
- For fuck's sake, man!
Maggie, are you all
right? Is everyone all right?
- Sorry!
- What's happened?
Right. We'll have
to get Tony down here.
It's just going from bad
to worse, isn't it?
It's not looking good, TJ.
Jaffa's meant to have told
them Syrian lads
to double-check them joints.
And that's what's gone, so...
they either weren't listening
to him or didn't understand him.
I cannot believe that's just
gone straight in the electrics.
I don't know, TJ.
Just... everything's ruined.
Everything we've worked for.
Sorry, TJ, mate. They're done.
Total rewiring. It's a big job.
And you can't use this room.
Nay chance. It's not safe.
Tony, what about the bar?
Or have I screwed that up
as well?
It's on a separate ring main,
so the bar's fine.
But it's not your fault, Maggie.
It would make no difference.
Your boiler, that's fucked.
That's gonna cost you
about two grand.
And then just look at the floor.
It's soaked the joists
and the subfloor.
It's gonna cost you a fortune!
Wait, the insurance
will cover it, won't it?
No, it won't.
We cut this room off
from the insurance
because it wasn't being used
by the public.
So in order
to bring the cost down...
- we didn't need it.
- Youse haven't got insurance?
I couldn't afford it.
So, what am I gonna say
to the kids now, eh?
Hello, mate. Can I have
two pints of lager, please, man?
Of course you can, mate.
I'll tell you what, we need
to fucking give them some...
Happen so.
Like, the person sitting
watching TV, doing this,
and you're sort of going...
like that.
And then in the actual cinema
itself, you can just hear...
It's a great atmosphere tonight,
TJ. Huh?
I mean, the place is bouncing, innit?
Aye, just like the old days. Banging.
None of the fucking missionary
work going on next door.
- No.
- Just peace and quiet.
- Here.
- Cheers.
- Nay problem, cheers.
- Thank you.
- 'Ey up, mate. All right?
- Are you getting me one?
- He's got the money.
- It's my round, isn't it?
- Cheers.
- Thank you.
I'll have a couple
of pints of bitter
while you're on there, TJ, eh?
I've gotta hand it to you, TJ.
You were right, you know.
I mean, you said it yourself
that that lounge
wasn't fit for purpose.
I mean, from what I heard,
it was a fucking death trap.
You should have listened
to your own advice, mate.
Howay, lads.
Leave it out, will you?
I'm trying to have a good night
over here.
We're just chatting,
you know.
Bit of sympathy for the lad,
you know what I mean?
I tell you what it is, TJ.
Maybes it wouldn't have happened
if you'd used an English plumber
instead of one of those
fucking foreign cowboys.
That's the trouble, you know,
these days.
Cheap foreign labour.
It's shite.
- Useless.
- Fucking crap.
I heard a rumour
about no insurance.
- Is that true?
- Here.
Sometimes we just don't
get round to these things.
You know how it is.
Busy lives and that.
You'll not be selling this place
in a hurry.
Mind, you've gone very quiet.
What've you got
to say for yourself?
Tell you what
I've got to say for meself.
Why don't you
just shut the fuck up?
- Oh! Easy, TJ!
Wind him up!
Think before you speak.
You'll need these people soon.
Listen, we wanna help you out.
Let bygones be bygones, man.
I mean, look at the place.
It's full!
You help us and we'll help you.
This is our pub,
these are our kind.
Our people.
Come on, we're gonna go.
- Are you going, Charlie?
- See you later, lads.
- What's the matter?
- Get the door, Michelle.
- Ta-ra, mate.
- What's the matter with you?
It's only early yet, man.
Catch you later, Mary!
- All right, mate?
- You all right, TJ?
Can I have a word?
Not today, mate.
It's not the time.
Hey, look,
I need to speak to you now, TJ.
- All right, come in then.
- Cheers.
Away through.
- Take a seat, mate.
- Ta.
D'you remember coaching us
at football?
- Aye.
- Aye.
You always said speak your mind,
it'd be kept private.
- Does that still hold?
- Course it does, mate.
Just... I've gotta get something
off me chest, mate.
I couldn't even sleep
last night.
But you've got to promise
it's just between us, aye?
You've got me word.
Uncle Eddy
and couple of the lads,
Gary and Vic, came round
my house after the pub closed.
You know how my father's
got a load of drink
stashed in the shed?
And I'm in the kitchen
making summat to eat
and I can hear every word.
And you know what Vic's like
when he's had a drink.
He becomes more of a fucking
dickhead than he already is.
And he's shouting off
to me father and showing off.
Everyone, everyone knew
the plumbing in the back room
was dodgy.
And I hear Vic explain that the
water pressure rises at night.
And all they had to do
was loosen the joint
between the tank and the pipe...
and as the water pressure rises,
it would give way and...
nobody would know.
- Wasn't just the drink talking?
- No.
I heard them say it.
They wanted to put the back room
out of action and blame the...
Blame the ragheads.
That's what they said.
Fucking bastards.
So that's Vic, Gary
and your Uncle Eddy.
Anybody else involved?
- Charlie.
- Nah, not Charlie.
Charlie was the one
who forced the window open.
No, I cannot believe that.
Not Charlie.
I heard Vic say Charlie
wanted to teach you a lesson.
Apparently, him and Mary
got engaged in that back room.
And he wanted a favour.
Like, one meeting in there.
And you blanked him.
Vic said Charlie
felt humiliated.
We went to school together.
In the same class at school.
We used to eat at each other's
houses when we were bairns.
His father was down the pit
with mine.
You all right?
Charlie, look at the state
of the whole village, man.
Look at all the crap that's
happened to us over the years.
The stuff that's happened
to you,
the stuff that's happened to me,
and both of our fathers.
This place has been
going to shite for years,
long before
the Syrians got here.
Now, I know
you're not a stupid man.
So how have you become this?
I... I don't know
what you're on about, man.
We all look for a scapegoat when
life goes to shit, don't we?
We never look up.
It's always look down.
Blame the poor bastards
below us.
It's always their fault.
That makes it easier to stamp
on the poor bastards' faces,
doesn't it? Eh?
I just want you to know, Charlie...
I know.
I know.
the situation's not good.
Erm, but it's really good
to know people want to help.
And, you know,
everyone wants to help.
I'm gonna speak to Margaret
and Jaffa later, as well.
They just couldn't be here.
But first things first, really.
We need to think about
talking to the families.
There's people
expecting food today.
TJ, I don't suppose
you've made a start, have you?
Aye, the kids got to us.
Linda just said, "It's OK, TJ,
nothing good ever lasts."
Little Ryan just said,
"I knew it. I knew it."
Called us a liar
and walked away.
And Max wouldn't even
look us in the face.
Listen... that's awful.
This is awful.
But we cannot be beaten by it.
This is the best thing
that's happened
to our community for years.
I mean,
I can get back to me mates
in the trade union movement.
Try and get some new funding.
There must be cash somewhere.
Why aye. And there's...
and there's local churches,
there's local business, shops.
We can get there.
It'll take time.
But we can get there.
How many times have we
heard that over the years, eh?
I've spent a lifetime
trying to get there.
And I've never got close.
It was just self-delusion.
Whether it's the strike...
this fucking pub...
the village.
I mean, half the country's
fucking rotten.
But, Laura, you know
what is getting there?
It's hate, lies, corruption.
It stinks to high heaven.
- And betrayal.
- What?
Because what happened here
wasn't an accident.
That's a strong word, TJ.
You're gonna have to tell us
a bit more about that, mate.
What do you mean, no accident?
TJ, you're gonna
have to tell us.
You're gonna have to
tell us. It's that word, mate.
It's not the time,
it's not the time.
TJ, please tell us.
You can't say "betrayal"
and not tell us some more, mate.
- What do you mean?
- Betrayal by who?
Just shut the fuck up!
I cannot do this anymore.
I cannot.
All that matters
is they closed me down.
Cos we tried to help
some families
coming from a fucking war zone.
Tried to help families
who have to choose
between feeding their bairns
and heating their house.
Families humiliated cos
they can't feed their kids...
in one of the richest countries
in the fucking world.
And we were helping them.
We were doing something good.
And the bastards closed we down.
Listen, TJ. I know, mate, but...
You've hardly slept.
Please try and take it easy.
I've been asleep
for years, love.
I saw it on the kids' faces.
I saw it on the faces
of those bastards next door,
who took the piss out of me
all day.
Who stood and fucking smirked,
took the piss,
fucking thought
this was clever, funny...
They get shit dumped on them
all the time,
crap served on top of it.
They say nowt,
they don't complain.
They just accept it,
that that's the norm.
They're just fucking doormats.
If you expect nothing,
you get nothing.
They fucking...
Say nowt,
look after your own, eh?
Law of the fucking jungle.
That's what they've learned
around here.
Mr Ballantyne?
Mr Ballantyne, please believe.
I can't, Yara.
I can't.
I'm done.
It's over.
- Oh, man! TJ, man!
- Listen, lads. Just...
- TJ, man?
- Joe. Joe, just leave him.
Look, he's not in a good place. Just...
You're right. You're right, aye.
Come here! Let me talk to you!
It's Yara's dad.
- Let's put it by here.
- Yeah.
Bashir, salaam alaykum.
I'm sorry for your loss.
- I've brought these.
- Hi, TJ. Thank you.
Er, there's...
I'm so sorry.
And TJ's here.
I don't want to intrude.
Erm... but I just want to say
I'm really sorry.
Thank you.
They found my father's body.
At least we can bury him
and let him rest.
- I'm so sorry.
He was a beautiful man.
I'm sure he was.
I'm sure he was.
- Come.
- Er...
- No, come, come.
- OK.
Thank you, Yara.
- Thank you.
- Shukran.
- Hi, Yara.
- Hi.
I'm really sorry.
We didn't know what to do.
Had a word with Rima.
She said it'd be OK
to come round.
Thank you so much.
Go on.
We're really sorry
for your father
and we're really sorry
for your husband.
And we're really, really sorry
for your country.
Thank you.
Thank you so much.
Thank you.
I'm so sorry. So sorry.
Thank you for coming.
Thank you.
If there's anything I can do,
just tell, just ask.
Thank you so much.
Thank you for everything.
I'm so sorry.
Thank you so much.
Thank you.
Harry. Cheers, mate.
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
- Nah, nor me.
- Look at this.
- They're still coming.
They've come from everywhere.
Thank you so much.
Thank you.
Thank you so much.
I'm so sorry.
Thank you.
Thank you for coming. Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you for coming.
Thank you. Thank you so much.
Thank you so much.
Thank you, really.
It means a lot. Thank you.
Thank you.
Shukran, Mr Ballantyne.
Shukran, Yara.
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