01x03 - Episode 3

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an but you just couldn’t see ♪

♪ You weren’t man enough to satisfy me ♪

♪ You think you’re a man but you’re only a boy ♪

Richie!

Richie!…

Richie!

Richie!

(foreign language)

Happy now are you?

Happy now?!

(dog barking)

Here I am.

Sorry I took so long.

Oh, Pete Burrows.

Every time I see that face it means trouble.

Can’t I have a quiet life for once?

Uh, never.

Mm-hm.

Oh, It’s good to see you.

It’s good to see you.

This is Jill and Ash.

This is Elizabeth.

So, first things first.

Let me say what they’ve done to your friend is appalling and I’m here to get him out.

Now.

Pete, get me a coffee, white, two sugars.

You two, I want you to tell me everything.

Give me every single detail of what those little Welsh bastards have done, ’cause I’m gonna enjoy this.

There is a precedent for your actions.

Page six.

14th September, 1985 a man was detained at the Monsall Isolation Hospital outside Manchester.

Please note page seven.

Upon appeal he was released immediately.

Further to that, your court order is using a very precise legal phrase here, a mess, an unholy mess.

You made an application under the Public Health Act of 1984, which is incorrect.

The provisions for infectious diseases fall under the regulations of 1985, making this null and void.

Obviously that’s before we even talk about compensation for testing my client’s blood without permission.

And there’s a legal term for that too.

Expensive.

But above and beyond everything else, the most important thing I’ve come here to tell you today is this.

We’re here to help.

[Pete] We just want to help.

We can help.

Because this disease is terrifying and no wonder you’re scared.

Frightens me to death.

But we’ve got guidelines.

We can help your staff, I promise you.

So we could go to court all g*ns blazing, or we could just step back together, we could pause and step back and think and put Colin first.

So what do you say?

Mum!

Look at you, little chicken!

Oh! Come here darling.

There we’re.

They wouldn’t let me out.

I was stuck.

Where have you been?

I’ve been trying.

They said you’d gone to Japan.

Did they? Who said that?

I dunno. There was a little man.

You’re gonna get a tiny bit confused every now and then, Colin.

But we’ll do all we can.

We’re gonna get you moved back to London.

They’ve got experts.

Sod this lot and you’ll be close to your friends.

I can stay round the corner.

We’ll be fine.

I do get confused.

Why is that?

It’s because of your illness.

It turns out it’s a little bit more than epilepsy.

Dr Williams is here because, uh…

I wanted to be in the room when he tells you.

Why? What is it?

Tells me what?

What’s wrong with me?

I’m sorry.

You don’t have to be sorry.

I’m not dirty.

No-one said you were.

I never did anything bad.

I really didn’t.

Can they make me better?

You’re moving back to London.

They’ll know a bit more there.

But they haven’t got a cure, have they?

Have they?

I don’t know.

They’re trying.

I think…

I-I dunno,

I-I can’t remember things properly.

I think it was him.

Who?

He gave it to me.

Who do you mean?

The football shirt.

Who’s that?

But does everyone die of AIDS?

We don’t know.

Does every single person die?

Yeah, they do.

I read his stuff, that’s what it says.

It says no-one survives.

(sobbing) Oh mummy, make them do something.

I don’t want to die. (sobs)

The thing about AIDS, all your defenses get lowered.

So when people say coughs and colds can k*ll you, that’s because ordinary illnesses run out of control.

They go mad, ’cause they can’t be stopped.

And that’s inside his brain?

Yeah. And once the brain’s in trouble, everything goes.

They think it’s this virus called JC.

Thanks Leona.

Hi, Jill.

(sighs) And because Colin’s so weak he can’t fight it off, so the virus goes crazy.

He’s going senile, like old people and he’s only 24.

Here we go.

Just be nice.

Hey, I’m always nice.

Hi there. La!

La.

La. He’s taught me, see? La! (laughs)

We’ll go and get a coffee.

[Jill] Don’t mind me, I can sit here.

No, best not have too many.

Be right back, do you want anything?

I’m fine thanks.

Do you know what Jill said, “Be nice.”

Like I’m horrible.

I can’t imagine what she means.

So, how are you?

How’s things?

I saw David Dukes, he sent his love.

He said, “Get well soon.”

And Ruth and Steven Jones says hello.

God, this is weird.

Richie’s being nice to me.

Am I that bad?

Oi, cheeky.

I really must be dyin’.

Oh Gladys, don’t.

Oh, he’s devil may care today.

Did they say we had a meeting of the Pink Palace.

We said we can’t have your mum paying the rent and we refuse to move anyone else in.

Never.

But Ash can pay a bit more and Jill and I’ll get myself some bar work, so your bed’s still there for when you come home.

I do miss you.

We miss you.

We really do.

Every day.

Even though you never said a word.

We miss you not sayin’ it.

I miss you hopping out of the shower in the morning ’cause I always thought you looked so sexy.

Right, (chuckles) good well.

I am.

Oh, it’s all coming out now. (laughs)

I always fancied him.

Did you not know?

Uh, no, I never did.

But you’re wise, Colin, I’ll give you that.

You’ve got very good taste.

You’d walk around in that towel.

I’d take myself off and have a wank.

Right, okay.

Oh, I’m sorry, he can’t quite see the line sometimes.

Stop it now, love.

Colin, did I tell you I went into Printalux the other day?

You look good right now.

Oh my God.

[Jill] No, Colin don’t.

Colin, there’s people here, love.

We should go.

Colin, stop it.

Stop it!

All right now.

Let’s get everyone out.

Quick as you can. Thank you.

On your feet, don’t stare folks, come on.

Show’s over.

Off we go. Thank you.

(sobbing) Why does it have to be so cruel?

It’s bad enough he’s dying and now this. (sobs)

For Christ sake why?

Mr. Ashwin Mukherjee, please.

Rosco Babatunde.

Mr. Richard Tozer.

And then make an appointment to come back at the desk.

Should have the results in six weeks, so within those six weeks it’s best to be sensible.

Okay.

(sighs)

Oh yes, the M25 is a huge opportunity, not just for London but for the whole country.

It represents a benefit.

I think we can probably assume that, we’re gonna become a focal point, a place of ambition for the whole world.

[Reporter] The leader of opposition is demanding an immediate investigation in the rising battle.

(upbeat music)

(instrumental music)

They were strangers to me.

They were strangers to life.

Now they’re nothing but clothes and meat and a stink upon the breeze.

But give the child to me, give me the stranger’s child.

I ask you, sir.

Give the stranger’s child to me.

Okay, I’ll be there at 12.

Thanks. Thanks, Thanks.

(telephone rings)

I got it!

(screaming)

12 weeks! £130 quid a week! (laughs)

There’s one thing I should tell you, because somebody else inevitably will, it really doesn’t matter but you were the second choice.

I don’t care.

As long as I got it. (laughs)

They wanted that Donald Basset.

You know the one who got The Chimney Sweep?

Oh, I know him, yeah.

I know him.

What, did he turn it down?

Uh, not exactly.

Turns out he’s gone home.

For good.

What do you mean?

He’s given up?

There’s a lot of boys who go home these days.

More and more of them, every month, going home.

And I don’t think we’ll ever see them again, do you?

Richie, promise me, don’t go home.

(tense suspenseful music)

[Moustache] Mr Ashwin Mukherjee.

Rosco Babatunde, please.

Richard Tozer.

It’s good news.

There’s no sign of HIV.

You’re all clear.

And yep, there’s nothing to worry about.

The test came back negative.

(laughs) You are f*cking kidding me?

No way, seriously?

I’ve had everyone, that’s not fair!

(Jill and Ensemble laughs)

(applauding)

And it was a good show I think.

We always have one or two people walking out when the guillotine comes down but we had about six tonight. (chuckles)

So that was good.

Success.

You had a man faint one week didn’t you?

(laughing) Fell head first!

We did. I told you, remember?

Yeah.

You remember.

Yeah, he remembers everything.

Don’t you?

I think he does.

He just stares into space.

But let’s give him a rest shall we?

Time you two went home and got some sleep.

Goodnight, Colin.

We’ll see you tomorrow.

Night darling.

I asked back home about the funeral service.

(Ash Mukherjee sighs) Well it has to be done.

There’s one firm, they’ve had my mam, my nan and my great grandmother and they said no.

They said absolutely not.

They said their staff didn’t think it was safe to handle a body with AIDS.

The man in charge, I’ve known him for 35 years and he said no.

He said try Cardiff.

So I tried Cardiff, the man said it might be possible, but the cremation would have to be done at the very end of the day, possibly night for fear of contamination.

So there we are.

We won’t have a buffet, we’ll have a supper with very few people I suspect.

Oh Eileen, I’m so sorry.

Oh, what happens happens.

I’ll miss you too my loves.

I don’t suppose we’ll ever find out who gave it to him.

I know, but it’s not like that, Ash.

Don’t go looking for a villain, it will just be some bloke.

Thanks.

(door bell rings)

Hello, I’m Colin.

Well don’t just stand there, in you come.

That’s a good lad.

That’s Mike and my lad, Ross.

[Eileen] You makin’ friends?

Yeah.

[Eileen] See now, lucky them I say.

(indistinct) drinks?

We’re out tonight you two, we’re going to see that Canonball Run.

If you boys are in I can leave some cheese and crackers in the fridge if that’s okay?

I’ll be in, yeah.

I’ll stay in.

I’m always in on a Thursday night.

Are you out every Thursday night?

Oh, we tend to be, yeah.

It’s what Mike and me call our cinema club.

Okay. Good to know, thanks.

Shut up, you little bender.

Yeah!

I don’t care, you’ve got it wrong.

My son is a normal man, he’s not one of those filthy dirty queers!

Whatever is wrong with him, I’m telling you…

Night then. La.

La.

(melancholy music)

(telephone ringing)

Hello. Hi, hi there.

[Eileen] I’m sorry darling…

He’s gone.

Okay.

Oh bless him. I’m so sorry.

(sobbing) He’s gone.

(sobs)

(sobbing)

Was he all right?

Did he wake up?

(melancholy music)

Mr Richard Tozer!

Have we got a Richard Tozer?

(tense suspenseful music)

♪ There’s no time for us ♪

♪ There’s no place for us ♪

♪ What is this thing that builds our dreams ♪

♪ Yet slips away from us ♪

♪ Who wants to live forever ♪