"(silence)" "[electricity crackling] [whoosh]" "1985, the year that changed the world." "[Mark voiceover] The miners were shafted, excuse the pun." "A bald geezer with a funny colored head and taste for the decadent West become leader of the Soviet Union." "There was riots in Tottenham, despite Thatcher bringing us harmony for six years." "Maybe she meant the hairspray." "Alfie Hobnails works dispatch." "Worst jokes this side of Christmas." "Not gonna be any boat races this year." "I said, "Why?"" "Said, "'Cause Christie buried all the oars."" "[laughing]" "That's the fourth time he's told that one this week." "You know, I can't do what Bax does." "[Mark voiceover] Mickey Hughes, my best mate, delivery van driver and wildcard." "We have to accept that my stand is a ride on yours, Bax." "Oh, say, you finally chatted up that stripper, did you Mickey?" "Exotic dancer, Smudge, if you please." "No, I'm still looking for the right moment." "You should have seen the bird he pulled Friday night." "Even I couldn't get drunk enough for her to become pretty." "Naw, I saw her, Mark." "Thought she looked like that Madonna." "Oh, you reckon?" "Yeah, think that's his name." "Little ugly fellow that plays number ten for Argentina." "[all laughing]" "Amazing how you're still single, Katie." "So you know, Mark Baxter." "[men laughing]" "[Mark voiceover] Sam the Soleman, top bloke." "Purveyor of footwear to Fleet Street's finest." "Plus, yesterday, this fella, skinhead, tattoos..." "Do you know him?" "Oh, yeah, that's narrowed it right down, Sam, ain't it?" "To him and 10,000 other Millwall fans." "[laughter]" "So he goes I trod on his foot." "Said I nosed up his loafers." "So you know me." "I had to put him right, didn't I?" "I goes, "They're not loafers, they're Oxfords, and what's more, they're ruined 'cause they're cheap Oxfords."" "Did he have a comeback?" "I dunno." "When I came 'round he'd gone." "[laughter]" "[Mark voiceover] Johnny Gossamer, the housewife's choice." "He's a bit grampy in as he's a typesetter." "I'm" " I'm going down the garden path, right?" "And I'm thinking, "I got away with it." Yeah?" "When suddenly, her old man calls out," ""What do you mean, the gas board?" "We've just been converted to electric."" "[laughter]" "Bloody counsel almost got me killed." "Yeah, we'd be lucky." "Smudge, would I lie to you?" "[Mark voiceover] My dad, Threads Baxter, newspaper messenger." "And the great Smudge Smith, still working after 40 years on the ink, printer, shop steward, leader of men, wind-up artist." "Even without my bins, I can see you are talking via your ass." "He only said he was from New Jersey for the glamor." "I've been to Hoboken, where the infant Francis Albert was born unto us, 'cause I took my Martha there for her 50th, and it is a shit hole, an absolute shit hole." "Digger Dave from Reynolds has seen Frank Sinatra's birth certificate, ain't he?" "And he told me, in confidence, which I have now betrayed, only to find myself slandered in front of my own boy." "All right, where was he born?" "Catford." "[laughter]" "It's true!" "Catford Frank, they called him." "[* Paul Weller:" ""No Need to be Alone"]" "Sef... you didn't say it was the Wall family we were racing." "Seem okay?" "Has that horse ever won?" "No." "Never." "I don't think we should go through with this." "I agree." "You do know these pikey's ain't too fond of losing, don't you?" "It is beginning to dawn on me." "Lose." "Whatever you do, lose." "[intense music *]" "You've got the horse." "I'll negotiate." "Right." "Gentlemen, how we gonna settle this?" "Not the face!" "[horse neighs, thump]" "I don't want to." "But it's sort of been recommended to me." "They're some nasty bruises, Sefton." "That was sort of part of the recommendation." "I can do it, you know." "You still here?" "Sandbag, right?" "...and I know just the place." "*" "[Mark voiceover] Sunday lunchtime in the Horseshoe, a ceremony as old as changing the guard at Buckingham Palace, and twice as important for the running of the country." "You don't reckon?" "These boys are the print." "Without them you don't get your paper, and you don't know who's been doing what to who." "And the Horseshoe eases the passage from one week to the next." "It's as..." "as the vice bureau, support group, comedy club, news room, emporium and exchange, corner shop, and doctor surgery all rolled into one." "Oh, and it even sells alcohol." "So, here we are, great workers in associated trade, you might say, happy as you like we've had jobs for last." "*" "[laughter]" "Who's that?" "Gentlemen, can I have your attention, please?" "I don't know if he can have my attention." "I want an example." "[Mark voiceover] I never said a truer word." "The opportunity that's waiting around every corner." "Who is this geezer?" " Please!" " Are you in?" "Dad's here, Mickey." "Thank you." "Now... have any of you ever considered buying a racehorse?" "[all decline]" "Now, that's a silencer." "Park yourself." " Smart lad." "What you playing at?" "We don't need this geezer." "Harry Fenton." "With a listen." "Good for a laugh, anyway." "We know you, Baxy." "You ain't gettin' us into nothing." "This horse, it's all legit, just in case you're wondering." "Well that's that, then, we don't want to know." "Let him speak, Mickey." "Four-year-old gelding." "Big bugger." "Jumper." "Okay, I said legit, but there's a little bit of a gray area." "She's all right." " Thanks, Bax." " She's one of us." " Okay." " One of the lads." "Right you are." "I work for this trainer, name is Sefton Wallace, up Lambourn way." "I was at Lambourn once..." " Alfie, let him speak." "...didn't see no horses, though." "Let me guess." "This Sefton's got his hands on the next Red Rum, but training his up costs wage, which he ain't got 'cause he can't race him anymore." "So what he needs is some lads to come up with the cash." "Doesn't he?" "Then we'll all be in the gravy." "[laughter]" "Soon as he wins the national." "Listen, I'll tell you what." "I've got 10 large knocking about in the lining of my coat." "[laughter] Will that do?" "Oh, done." "You must think we come down with the last shower." "We get it all on offer here." "I didn't come here to have the piss ripped out of me, all right?" "That's your first mistake, 'cause the rest of 'em do." "I heard you chaps knew a good thing when it came along." "Past it, I reckon." " Do you wanna find out?" "Pack it in, Mickey." "Sefton's number." "You seem like a bright lad." "Could be a life changer." "See you later, Rupert!" "He walks like horse, doesn't he?" "*" "I miss him already!" "Racehorse..." "Do you want your life changed, then, Bax?" "Seems pretty sweet to me, Katie." "Thinking of having a gamble then, Bax?" "[both] No, Smudge." "[indistinct murmur]" "I'll have another before I go." "I pulled an extra shift today." "Yeah, I pulled" " Hold on, now!" "What time did you start?" " About an hour ago." "[laughter]" "He's very keen on work, my dad." "Especially when the whip's a bit light." "Cheeky little scrote, my boy." "No gratitude for all the things I've done for him." "But the way I look at it is this:" "* Nothing's impossible I have found *" "* When your chin is on the ground *" "* I pick myself up, dust myself off * * and start all over again [lip syncing to Frank Sinatra's voice *]" "*" "[general chatter]" "[Mark voiceover] Selling my dad's music at night and school in the day didn't work out too good." "Now, who can tell me which civil rights leader was shot in 1968?" "Mark Baxter!" "Sammy Davis Jr!" "[children laughing]" "Face forward, please." "Mark Baxter, if you can't pay attention" "I shall keep you back after school." "Now where were we?" "[Mark voiceover] History wasn't my strong point, but my maths..." "Another A, Baxter." "I know you're cheating." "What?" "!" "Right," "I've got a poundy on a treble at York." "Paddy's Boy's on freeze, Disco Dave at seven to two, and Red Roseby comes in at 130 odd." "What's the winnings?" "585 quid, less tax at 10 pence in the pound, it's 526 quid and 50 pence." "Good lad." "But Paddy's Boy is a donkey." "You take a good look, lad." "Red Rum." "Part of a line, that horse." "Part of a line." "[growling]" "We is a nose away from easy street." "You're too young to understand this yet, but opportunity is around every corner and you have to grab 'em" "My only regret's the things I never did." "Oh, and if your mom asks if we was at the bookie's?" "We was down at the baths again." "Dad, one day mom's gonna find out I can't swim." "He'll be all right, once he's finished chucking up." "Dad!" "John William Gervais Baxter!" "Gervais?" "[laughing]" "Gervais!" "Shirley!" "You go back to the bookies or go back to your house, not both." "I spent years scraping by, hiding my wages, locking up the boy's dinner money, having miserable summer holidays because... the holiday box has gone missing." "It stops here." "Come on." "Don't you love Dad no more, Mum?" "I love him too much." "You'll know what I mean when you're older." "[Mark voiceover] And one day I was older." "I waited forever and then it come on me like a rush." "Dad put my name down for the print 'fore I was born." "Like Eton for the working class." "I just had to bide my time." "What do you look like?" "Right man for the job." "Job?" "We're just chatting, boy." "Threads' lad?" "[jazzy music playing on radio *]" "[whistles]" "Them stables couldn't train a cart horse to a pull wagon." "Sally Scoundrel virtually towered off at Brighton the other day." "Could see it a mile off." "Smudge said you was a talker." "You start tomorrow." "Don't wear that." "Oh, a fiver." "Must be my lucky day." "Good on you, mate." "Uh oh." "I know that face, Mark Baxter." "Priceless little bug, aren't ya?" "Opportunity's around every corner, Katie." "Oh, were you waiting for me, here?" "[stammering] I popped in to see Smudge." "Oh." "I" " I better get to work." "*" "[Mark voiceover] Sometimes in life you gotta take a chance." "*" "Oh..." "Are you the tax man?" "Sefton?" "Sefton!" "*" "Well?" "What you reck?" "Good on the string, tidy through the jumps, he's not bad, and he's a thoroughbred, so I'm guessing you either won him, or he fell off the back of a horse box." "You're not soppy as you look, son." "Eight." "Large?" "Steep." "He's got the heart of a lion, he has." "I wish you hadn't have said that." "*" "Why do you always wait 'til I'm closed to buy shoes, Bax?" "I don't understand why you keep all this stuff back here." "I don't know why you don't put it in your flat." "Well, Becka thinks it's all kids's stuff, don't she?" "Says it don't pay the mortgage." "Mortgage..." "I don't know how I got here, Bax." "You know, mortgages, business rates, tax, insurance..." "I know it's all necessary but" "Well you ain't scootering down to Brighton on a Friday night, pocket full of Bennies, tickets to Geno Washington, and a knee trembler under the pier." "Here you go, Bax." "Milanese." "Smell the leather on that." "You know you want 'em, Bax." "I might but I'm saving up for a horse." "What we doing back here, then?" "I bet Becka would blow a fuse if you bought in to the horse." "Oh, you crafty little git." "Now it's all mortgage, and tax, and shoe shop this and shoe shop that." "I'm just stifling, you know?" "Think Smudge knows." "That old twat can't see his nose past his face without binoculars." "I think he does, though." "So?" "You're all so scared of Smudge." "I ain't scared." "It's just I feel like you should do right by him." "You know?" "I'm having my nails done Thursday." "Pick me up 'round the back of the new Esther's." "I can't, babe, I'm pulling an extra shift." "Oh, God save me from the men 'round here." "Football, booze, the bloody print." "The same team, the same job, the same pub, the same lives, the same wife." "Do none of you want something new?" "Put in seven years apprenticeship." "I couldn't do anything new even if I wanted." "Oh yeah, the wonderful, bloody print." "*" "[Mark voiceover] 11th of May, 1982, my first day on the print." "Mark Baxter." "Good morning, mate." "Mark Baxter." "It's my first day." "Slow day, is it boys?" "Nice ass." "Shit suit." "Smudge send ya?" "Yes sir." "Mark Baxter." "Just like to say I'm gonna give 100 percent to this job." "I'm really, really pleased to be part of" "Think you can manage that?" "You'll be helping Henry." "Copy!" "*" "Welcome to the print, son." "*" "I reckon we can get him for a grand each." "I told you the other day, it don't stop at a grand, does it?" "You've gotta stable him, feed, vet bills, a farrier, and it's top dollar to get a proper trainer." "Then you got entry fees" "Prize money, walking in the ring with your owner's badge..." "Remember?" "Yeah." "Then you know I'm in, Bax." "I don't even know why I'm arguing." "Good luck persuading the rest of them." "I'll think of something." "Think about all the birds you could pull." "And you do need all the help you can get, Mickey." "Yeah, all right, mate." "What about all the lovely dates we're gonna rap out?" "Yes, now how do I look?" "Like you always do." "Shit." "Barred." "Who's gonna bar me?" "You two ladies?" "You want some again?" "I'll do the other one, if you like." "Leave it, Mickey." "We'll go down to Molly Malone." "No, no, hold on." "Cheryl's working here later." "And I wanna know which one of you is gonna stop me going in?" " Me." " Yeah?" "[people cry out]" "So, that was fun." "He started it." "Look, here he is." "I heard all about it." "You should press charges, I swear to God." "Whoa!" "Said to management," ""When I do my act, you're the only one mentally dressing me."" "You're kidding me." "Aah." "You believe this ugly mumper?" "[laughter]" "Oi, Cheryl sees my inner beauty." "In my trousers is a beauty." "[laughter]" "It's gotta hurt, though, Bax, knowing she chose the lead singer of The Pogues over you." "Well you know me, Sam." "Always another beau around the corner." "Who wants another, then?" "You?" " Blimey!" " Big enough, is it?" "Where'd you get that from?" "You can see that from Ally Pally!" "Damien." "Has he got three sixes on his head?" "I did it all for you, Damien." "All right." "Damien is my salsa dance partner." "Works up city." "Got a Porsche." "Sounds like the pumps." "But he pronounces it "Porsch-a."" "The weekends he volunteers helping needy kids." "[men chattering]" "Good for you." "I always knew you could do better than..." "Well, you know." "Us." "Congratulations." "Honest." "Thanks, Mark." "Right." "Before you all say no... [all] No." "...I've got some photos." "I was in a photo once." "You slay me, Alf." "You do, really." "That's the horse." "I went to see him." "You're having a laugh." "What do I want with a horse?" "I've got a car." "But you only shag in it, don't ya?" "Alfie, you remember riding around on horses, don't ya, back before cars were about." "How much?" "No more than a grand each." "What's this?" "One of those Mark Baxter schemes, is it?" "Time-share..." "Hold on a minute." "This is different." "He's a right good one, this one, I can feel it." "He's got the heart of a" "He's got a really good heart." "Well, Sam is in." "Ain't you, Sam?" "Yeah, well, I did mention it to Becka, but..." "Oh, brilliant." "Mark, it's your mom." "Don't suppose you brought my fags." "[laughs] Shut up, fool." "They think it's cancer, don't they?" "They won't say so, but they do." "No one knows." "I'm 55 years old." "I turned down early retirement four years ago." "We could've..." "I've gotta get some air." "Went to see that horse Friday." "How good is he?" "It don't matter now." "Tell me." "Bay, 16 hands, healthy... [breath]" "Jumper?" "Clearing four-foot fences like they weren't even there." "He only knows one way, forward, and he won't stop running unless you make him." "Right, I'm in." "Will a grand do it?" "No..." "I need something to look forward to." "But for Christ's sake, don't tell your mom." "You know what she's like about horses." "She never got it, Dad." "Only a nose away from easy street." "Well..." "I can't wait to meet our new horse." "[thunder crashing]" "[indistinct noises on TV]" "He's done all right by us, your dad." "Oh, this is a stupid program." "Dad loves it." "In the hospital, the other day," "I dreamt he was talking about a racehorse." "Not us." "Did I ever tell you why I gave up gambling?" "[phone ringing]" "[Smudge] Say it ain't no horrible thing." "I can't lie to you, Smudge." "Smudge?" "[emotional music *]" "Smudge can't cry, Mum." "I thought he'd know what to do." "He always knows what to do." "What do you expect him to do?" "Something... anything." "Smudge is only gonna sort out the problems that can be solved, Mark." "*" "I'm gonna ring that Sefton fella." "I'll tell him we're not interested in the horse." "No you ain't." "We've been thinking about it, and..." "For Threads." "I was planning on wasting that on luxuries like food." " Thanks, Smudge." " You're welcome." "Cheryls didn't warn me." "Up for a musical." "Funny money, fellow." "I had some money once." "We had some shares in SID..." "or wherever it was." "What happened to the ring?" "He weren't the one, that's all." "On the house." "Thanks, Mox." "Can I have a free beer?" "No." "[rock music *]" "That green stuff's called "grass," Alfie." "And the big green and brown things, they're called "trees."" "Take him a mile out of Camberwell, he might as well be on Mars." "*" "Oi, oi, wake up!" "Bring that gun." "So, what is a beautiful bird like you doing in a field like this?" "Stop it." "You ever been down to...?" " Uh, no." "Oh, look at this." "Perfect footwear, Smudge." "Blame Sam." "He sold them to me." "Oi, there's nothing wrong with my f" "Oh, there's shit everywhere." "Go and tell your mum to put the kettle on." "All right then." "There's a good girl." "Quickly." "Is that your daughter?" "Oh, yes." "Your wife must be a stunner, then." "What exactly is that supposed to mean?" "Nice to see you again, Mr. Wallace." "All right, Bax." "Where's this horse, then?" "Is he in bed?" "I had a bed once." "*" "I thought you said he was bigger." "I'm not sure he's got legs now I see him." "Well, one of the big Lambourn stables is interested in him." "I was in Lambourn once." "Talking 10 grand." "Oh no, we only brought eight." "You prat." " What?" " What a mug." "Let's talk." "Yeah?" "You lot, go and find a pub." "Go on." "And behave yourselves." "Got myself bumped out." " What we gonna do with you, mate?" "Well, you could buy me a drink." "Now listen..." "I'm all ears." "So what are two good-looking horsey gals like you doing in a place like this?" "[Sam] What have you been doing to these, eh?" "Look at the state of this." "I can tell that you've spent a few bobbin on all that but your shoes are letting you right down." "See, it's the first thing that people notice." "I'm telling ya." "Now look at this, right?" "See..." "What you want, right, is a nice..." "[Sam continues indistinctly]" "Afternoon, landlord." "Have the pages been behaving themselves?" "Yeah, nice to give 'em some fresh air after they've been in all day, if you get my drift." "I do hope you haven't been giving them alcohol." "Last orders, please." "Let's go horse owners!" "*" "Out of touch." "Checkmate." "Thank you very much." " Come on, lads." "[Katie] Look at those two." "I wish I had some film left." "Oh, your dad'll love the horse." "What's he called, anyway?" "It's just "the horse."" "I suppose we get to name him." "Don't let these mumpers choose." "Mumper, that's not a bad name." "Shut up." "I wonder if he'll ever win anything." "Might stop everyone's missus from killing 'em." "Yeah, but you don't care if he wins." "You just wanna be... different." "I ain't trying to get above myself." "It's just nothing stays the same." "Of course these lot all want it to." "Maybe I just can't stop looking 'round corners." "Well... when you find what you're looking for, how will you know?" "Maybe I found it." "Maybe I just never thought I was worth it." "So, son, did you get that jumper you was after?" "Got more clothes than Savile Row, he do." "You tell him, John." "Yeah, don't do it again." "Was it expensive?" "750." "I'm not daft." "I know you're talking in code." "You mean 75 pounds, don't you?" "750, must think I'm an idiot." "That's a lot of money for a jumper." "It was a really nice one." "No, he didn't buy a..." "Sorry, mum." "And I know about the redundancies, too." "Bill told me Alfie was thinking about taking it." "Well it makes sense, he is 80." "I get a cuppa." "Right, so say it, let me hear it." "Dad, you John William Gervais..." "Hey, you're not too big for a slap." "...Threads Baxter, are, as of today, a racehorse owner." "Get it." "[chuckles]" "Here, get my wallet." "You don't keep your money in here, do you?" "There's opportunities, son, you don't wanna miss 'em." "Ah..." "Happiest day of my life when I got that union card." "Well, save for you and your mom." "I was king of the world that day." "First time in my life I had someone lookin' over me." "Yeah, I remember when I got mine." "[whoosh] [woman] Copy." "Copy!" "Boy..." "For you." "National Allied Society of Printers and Typesetters." "Job for life." "Tell that to management." "Who?" "That boy wants to get himself an education." "Get one soon enough." "Yeah?" "I won't be the only one, pal." "Leave it, son." "So butch these South London lads." "I'm moving you to dispatch." "Dispatch?" "Someone's been a naughty boy." "[disco music *]" "Go on...my doggy." "Come on, you spurs!" "They've offered me another job in Sydney." "That really is south of the river." "Management." "Me." "I never thought I would." "I've been acting since I was 16." "When do you start?" "Two days." "Good job I never liked you much." "You are never in." "I don't know how much longer I can stay." "God, I hate messages." "[door opens]" "Don't call here." "I'll try again later if I can get away." "Who are they for?" "You hungry?" "I thought Chinese." "I'll just get the menu." "I'm taking you out." "We never go out." "I don't want to." "My hair's a mess." "Rebecca, I've been thinking, maybe we gave up too much too quick." "You know?" "You wanna buy another scooter" "Look, Becka, I wanna get me and you back." "You always told soft." "Let's start at the beginning, eh?" "Do you still love me?" "She loves me..." "She loves me not..." "Loves me..." "She loves me not... [footsteps walking away]" "Uh..." "Martha, love I've got something to say." "Tea." "Eh?" "Oh, yeah." "Ta." "I saw some lovely curtain material in Littleworth today." "Like velvet." "Five pound a yard." "I thought, "Ooh, I'm not paying that." "I'll go down the market on Friday." "Good idea." "It's funny you were thinking about the caravan, 'cause I'm not convinced that now's the right time to" "I'm glad you said that." "I think I might have changed my mind about it, too." "Do you mind?" "No, no, no, no, no." "As- as long as you're sure." "Well..." "I was thinking instead we could put a deposit down on one of those bungalows going up the back of Blackheath Common." "Uh, um, I mean, uh..." "I suppose..." "Worth all that scrimping and saving having something like that to show for it." "I'm just gonna come out with it." "Percy Smith, you old fool." "Oh, less of the old." "I know you bought the horse." "I knew you had even before" "I looked through the building society book." "[chuckles]" "We never seem to get anywhere, do we?" "You deserve better than this." "Buying the horse was the right thing to do." "And you have to do the right thing, I know." "Yeah, but you do deserve better than this." "I deserve you." "And that's what I've got." "And there's an end to it." "I love you." "I love you, too." "God knows why." "[both laughing]" "*" "[glass shattering] [loud rock music playing *] [people shouting, screaming]" "That's it." "I quit!" "It's Cats or nothing for me now." "Mickey love that money I lent you, babe..." "Yeah?" "I need it." "And a little bit more if you can." "Uh yeah..." "We'll talk on the way home, eh?" "[inaudible over fighting, shouting] [shouting continues]" "We need to find a way out of here now!" "He's a lovely horse." "Well, say something, girl." "We had a teapot once." "*" "Now listen, everybody, the first one out of the hat we're going with because it's bad luck to change a horse's name." "Right?" "And if anybody has suggested anything comical, please remove it." "Oh, I see..." "Couple of comedians." "Bax, I'm telling ya, management have got it in for you." "Everyone keeps saying that." "Merry Christmas to you, too." "It's a good job we're all gonna win a fortune on the nag, isn't it?" "How is he?" "Same as when you asked yesterday, Sam." "Not ready." "We had a happy Christmas once." "[video game noises]" "That's the story of my life, that is." "Don't you start." "I mean..." "Think I'm gonna have to sell me share." "It ain't fair making Cheryl do these extra gigs." "This ain't British Gas, Mickey." "There ain't a queue." "Is she working tonight?" "Yeah, doing her Mrs. Claus." "She might be in later." "She might not." "Stevie!" "We were scared to ask." "I painted half an office, then I had to walk away." "I couldn't see it." "I hit a wall, Bax." "Yeah, I'm off to do the same thing with my head." "What's up with him?" "He needs a girlfriend." "'Fraid he's still in a bad way." "Right." "Our new horse, which is certain top bring us prosperity, in the year of our lions, 1980 and six, is..." "Can... can you read that, Martha?" "What does it say?" "The Mumper." "The Mumper?" "All right," "The Mumper it is!" "Well, come on, lads, cheer up!" "We own a racehorse!" "Us!" "We are now officially somebodies!" "Here." "Here's to The Mumper." " The Mumper." " The Mumper." "The Mumper." "Ask her out, you idiot." "That one's better than no one else." "Look at us two." "My mom said he weren't good enough for me." "Yeah." "Well, her last fellow took her shopping in New York." "I can maybe stretch to the Asda in Blackheath." "I don't fancy New York, me." "Mickey, you don't even know where New York it." "[laughing] What have you come as?" "I've been working." "Oh yeah, of course." "Sorry." "I've got a penny." "You've got any money left?" "You look amazing." "You like?" "It's... different." "Yeah, anyway, um..." "So..." " What was you playin' at?" "I couldn't find a way to tell ya." "You've managed now, though." "Any more Christmas surprises?" "No." "Sam's my best mate." "And you've had me, now, so every time you look at him you think you've got one over on him." "How does that make you feel, big man?" "Like shit, Becka." "It always will." "How 'bout you?" "There's a PBC nurse" "Threads!" "What are you doing here?" "[all cheering]" "Good to see you, Threads." "Come here." "One hour." "Tell your dad." "He'll get me shot." "I only come over to tuck him up." "I ain't missed a Christmas Eve in here for 30 years." "What you drinking?" "Port and lemon." "I can't, I'm still on call." "I'll have the usual." "Katie?" "Ooh, white wine spritzer." "Ha, joke." "I'll get 'em." "I'm the buddy barmaid, aren't I?" "I, uh just wanna say something." "* Nothing's impossible I have found *" "* But when my chin is on the ground *" "* I pick myself up, dust myself off * * and start all over again" "* Don't lose your confidence if you slip *" "* Be grateful for a pleasant trip *" "* So pick yourself up, dust yourself off * * and start all over again [cheering]" "You don't lose it, do you?" "I'm all right." "Merry Christmas." "Merry Christmas, all." "Merry Christmas." "[all] Merry Christmas!" "Oh, I've been looking forward to this." "You don't understand." "You can't do this." "No, you don't understand." "We can." "Sorry to see you like this, Nat." "Mr. Baxter you had your chance." "All of you have had your chance to come into line." "But we can't to" " Yeah, yeah." "We know how you can't tolerate the way things are done." "It's what isn't being done that we have a real problem with." "Listen, our union protects us from these kind of hostile negotiations." "Does it protect you from evidence, as well?" "Charlie." "What are you doing, mate?" "You dirty bastard." "What?" "What's happening?" "Charlie!" "For some time now I've watched and recorded staff at the printworks." "No, no, no!" "Mark, Mark, sit down." "Don't lower yourself to their level." "What Charlie's done, Charlie's done, and he's gonna have to live with it." "Aren't ya?" "As an employee, I've witnessed members of staff clocking on and immediately going home, to the pub, shopping... [door slams]" "So, Johnny, we'll need to get rid of the pictures of women, and all that masculine nonsense, and the red, white and gray is already looking dated." "I'm sure people will look back and laugh at these color schemes, one day." "*" "What's going on?" "Didn't you go home this morning?" "You've been home..." "and come back." "I've decided to move in." "We had a bunk-up." "Who said anything about moving in?" "Now, you must understand, I can't live under these conditions." "Not if we're to spend the rest of our lives together." "How did you get back in here?" "I found some keys when I woke up." "Disappointed you weren't here." "No notes or rose, or something romantic." "You know, you'll have to start thinking a little more along those lines if you're going to keep me as your girlfriend." "Girlfriend?" "No, I don't want you to be my girlfriend." "Really?" "Uh..." "I was thinking... maybe... [joyful laughing]" "It feels quick but..." "it feels right." "What does?" "Our engagement." "What?" "You don't want me to be your girlfriend, you want me to be your fiancée." "Oh, I'm so excited!" "Listen, Erica" " I know what you're gonna say." "You do?" "You're absolutely right." "I am?" "*" "I shouldn't move in." "Not until you've properly proposed to me." "Right?" "I love you." "Val." " Mark." "What might we get this week?" "This is how you make us redundant." "I'm so sorry." "I completely understand." "There's men out there that'll never work again!" "I know!" "What do you want me to say?" "Nothing." "There's no room for words anymore, is there?" "So dump our machine." "I'm gonna tell her" " Mark, stop it." "Stop." "If you do that you'll get sacked." "You'll get no redundancy." "Look, I got one too, and they told me to shut the door on the way out." "Yeah?" "We're gonna shut the door on them." "Been up and down that hospital all week." "Still... he looks better." "[TV reporter] In London today, the ongoing Wapping dispute saw the bitterest clashes yet between pickets and police." "We spoke to global news representative..." "It weren't that bad, Mum." "...which makes it much easier for the journalists." "Uh, Mum, turn it up." "I'm fed up with it." "Wasted manpower is yesterday's news." "[chanting]" "We're angry." "And the aggressive and destructive manner that the management" "Shop steward for 30 years." "Always puts his head in the firing line." "Making up for..." "For what?" "My mouth gets carried away." "Mark, promise me that you'll stay out of trouble." "I promise." "*" "I take it you miss me." "You're the evil arm of management running capitalist oppression." "But sadly, you're a raving sort, so what's a man to do?" "I didn't miss you either, you filthy prole." "I'm striking another blow for the workers, drinking all this free management champaign." "Is all this really on expenses?" "You can hardly expect the scourge of the Sydney Express to go slumming' it, can you?" "How was Australia?" "Hot." "Backwards." "Profitable." "It's better doing things than writing about them, you know?" "That's me." "[laughs]" "Dodgy suit." "Nice ass." "You know, this is a 24 hour news channel." "Gimmick." "And I thought Australia was backwards." "Go on you flying pickets!" "Go on, Smudge!" "Go on!" " Mark." "You oughtta tell him to keep his head down." "Seriously, those papers that he's trying to take on, they are vicious." "They'll go after him." "For what?" "Addiction to spam fritters?" "Crimes against sensible footwear?" "Or standing up for principles?" "Everyone has a past." "God, I wish you was ugly." "When we win this" "I'm gonna go back to Sydney." "Lots of bright people do really well, Mark." "You could be one of them." "Or I could stay here, strike another blow for the workers." "[moans]" "Do you work your horse this hard?" "Are you still talking?" "[laughs]" "He's not ready." "He needs a proper trainer, Bax." "He needs to go into a top yard." "I've been talking to Johnson's down in Lambourn, and they're willing to take him" "Sefton, no one in the syndicate's got the money for that." "We're all potless." "It's all right enough paying for this set-up." "No offense if we could just get him a good showing somewhere." "Give everyone a lift." "You need it." "I've been watching your lot on the tele." "Rough." "Seems like a million miles away." "[chanting] ...But the scab drivers are killing us." "Hold on." "You're supposed to be looking after him." "Don't go out of this crowd." "Smudge, there's a lot of faces down here that don't look right." "[indistinct conversation over crowd chanting] [shouting on bullhorn]" "[overlapping shouts]" "They are not the enemy!" "Violence is gonna lose us the argument." "What?" "I don't even work for the paper." "I'm only here for the punch up." "[grunts] Happy now?" "Smudge!" "I'm not Nelson bloody Mandela." "I can't be seen to help you." "Thanks for nothing." "You've got to understand, it puts me in a compromising position." "You didn't seem to mind any position last time I saw you." "Sorry." "I was out of order." "Goodbye, Bax." "Bye, Nat." "Oi!" "You forgot to leave a chocolate on the pillow!" "You forgot to leave a pillow!" "[* Paul Weller:" ""No Need to be Alone"]" "*" "Like my new place?" "Katie, why are you bailing these idiots?" "They're my business partners." "Where's Mickey and Smudge?" "In the van waiting for you." "I could kiss you." "That'll be the day." "[pop music playing *]" "Living above the pub?" "It's heaven, Katie." "Thanks for letting me crash." "Couldn't face going home." "Let's have a look." "Aztec Camera, Dire Stra" "Dire Straits?" "Present from Damien." "No wonder I dumped him." "Um, Sisters of Mercy" "Are you still naming bands?" "Kane Gang, Echo and the Bunnymen..." "I can always take you back down the nick, you know." "Can we put the news on?" "At this time in the morning?" "Did you fall down the stairs at the station?" "It's dad." "Almost forgot he made this." "I used to sell these at his gigs." "They all went, you know." "If things would have been different." "How's my soppy horse?" "Looking good." "Should be him with a chance next week at..." "He's running, down at..." "Didn't no one tell you?" "No, Mark, nobody told me, 'cause no one tells me nothin'." "I'm not good enough." "I'm good enough to put a thousand pounds in, to bring your drinks over, to get you slate, laugh at your stupid jokes, get you out of a mess with your bill, but I will never really be one of you, will I?" "'Cause I'm just some stupid girl." "We can only be moms or tarts, so I'm just nothing." "Come on" " No, don't touch me!" "Do you see me?" "Do you even know who I am?" "I'll let you sit in the front of the can on the way down." "Get lost!" "* [applause, whistling]" "If I can't give you one, I'll give you two, you know?" "Pay your salary." "[spank]" "Oi, you get off her." " What did you say?" "Wanna go, dear?" "Just leave it!" "It's not worth it." "You shouldn't have to do this." "I wanna be able to take care of ya." "Who do you think you are?" "!" "Feel the pole!" "*" ""Erotic dancer, Barbara Matthews, was in a state of shock, yesterday, after her partner died." "A broken egg joined her act."" "Well, there you go." "Oh, dear, sorry about that." "*" "Shake a leg, boys." "Let the dog see the rabbit." "Very nice." "They won't know what's hit 'em when they hit that track." "All right." "Have a look here." "Lovely." "I'm proud of you, boys." "Perfect." "[indistinct conversation continues]" "The time has come, old friend." "Bloody hell, Alf." " How long you had that?" "Best part of 30 years." "Is there nothing you can do about it?" "Yeah, keep me bloody hat on, doner." "Hello?" " Oh, you here?" "What's so urgent, then?" "Bloody hell." "That was worth the bud fare." "Katie me and the boys we wanted to say sorry." "*" "It's for the race day, love." "I know, Alfie." "We had to guess the size of the knockers, 'cause no one's copped hold of 'em." "Well, unless Baxter's had a cheeky" "Shut up, Mickey." "Friends?" "Yeah." "That's blinding." "Now about my tab..." "*" "This is what you call a silencer." "We don't belong here, Smudge." "We're as good as anybody." "Hold your head up." "Hey, Sefton!" "Oi, Sefton!" "Sefton, you mumper!" "Over here!" "There he is." "Take one of me and the horse for my dad." "Hi, Sefton." "All right?" "We scrub up well, don't we?" "Some more than others." "This way, gentlemen..." "You look amazing." "Name's Jago." " Katie." "Sefton invited me." "I have my own yard in the West Country." "Nice for ya." "You should see it some time." "[overlapping chatter]" "We gonna have a little wager, you and me?" " Rude not to, Smudge." " Yeah." "How does it work, then?" "Eh?" "What?" "I've never had a bet with a bookie." "What's the big deal?" "He's on a wind-up." "He actually believed Chris DeBow was a Sex Pistol last week." "Unlike you losers, I've never felt the weekly need to give the bookie my wage packet." "Hence, my yuppy pad and top drawer lifestyle." "I had a lifestyle once." "Well, first, you find a bookie that looks trustworthy." "[overlapping shouts]" "And find one that looks as though he can afford to lose." "And then you keep an eye on him." "If he gets off the track before you get your winnings, forget it." "Well, I'm in for 50." "Best I can do 'til me redunder comes through." "Better ask Katie if she wants in." "I think she's busy enough, mate." "*" "Jago was just giving me some inside information." "I'll bet he is." "Hold onto your hats!" "Here we go!" "Come on number four!" "[overlapping shouting]" "*" "Come on!" "He's jumping like he's born to do it!" "Come on!" "You do know you've got your arm around me?" "Oh, no!" "Go on, The Mumper!" "[thunder crashes]" "*" "What can I say?" "Sorry." "Did I win?" "Thanks, Jago!" "20 to one." "That's 20 quid." "Wish I'd put a fiver on that." "I told ya." "Let's collect your winnings." "Come on." "I'll buy you all a drink." "[general chatter]" "What, you wanna train him?" "I wanna buy him, boys." "Smile." "It's your lucky day." "Forget it." "We ain't interested, are we?" "Are we?" "We're gonna give up just like that?" "The horse has to go down as a luxury item." "Sometimes you have to prioritize." "That free sentence of vice you've been getting, pay it off, then." "Things have changed, sunshine." "We're all redundant." "My trade's gone right down since the strike." "Money's been tight for a lot of people, Mark." "It's hard times, you know that." "This moment, I don't think we can afford The Mumper, mate." "This moment we need him more than ever." "I'm going to see my horse." "I spent a month looking for the Horseshoe then I realized I was facing the wrong way." "I know the feeling." "Tell me again about the race." "He won." "First time out." "Did he?" "You're a good boy." "[emotional music *]" "It doesn't matter that he didn't win, though." "He finished the race and people forget how important that is, these days." "We can build on this." "The Mumper will get better." "Don't know why we all thought he was gonna win, anyway." "What?" "Angel they got ya." "They're just trying to discredit him." "Ain't they?" "It muddles up the union." "I don't know what to say to him." "It's a good picture of him, though." "Mother Russia." " Mother Russia!" "Listen, smudge, we know it's all pony." "Just sue 'em." "I can't sue 'em 'cause it's not a lie." "When I came back from Germany in '46, everything was gonna be different." "But it weren't." "Same people in charge, same workers propping everything up." "And we owed the Russians." "They were amazing." "They'd run across a minefield to get the krauts." "And... when I got my first union job," "I went on exchanges, you know?" "Only I exchanged a bit more than I should." "About what?" "Well, if he's anything like Johnny when he's on holiday, it'd be craps." "It was nothing much." "Mechanical things, you know, industrial stuff." "I thought I was helping 'em out." "It can't have been too serious, or you'd have been shot." "Hung..." "Hanging, they used to hang traitors back" "Sorry, Smudge, I didn't mean..." "No, it's all right, mate." "Don't worry." "It's the right word." "And I paid for it." "Three and a half years bird, I did for that." "I thought they'd got ya for armed robbery." "No." "With my bins, I'd have shot the tires out of the getaway car." "You've made up for it, right?" "You've always done the right thing, since." "That's what counts." "I'm gonna drop into the union office and pack it in." "They don't need me makin' it more difficult for 'em." "Martha's been saying it's about time I retired." "And she's right." "I'm gonna spend some more time with my horse." "Yeah, but I thought we were gonna sell the" "If anybody wants out," "I'll buy 'em out." "Right, gents?" "You too, Katie." "Now you know everything, I wanna know who's still in with me." "*" "Not gonna be cheap, stabling him here." "You really might be better off selling him to Jago." "Jago, you said you could train him, right?" "You were serious he's got potential?" "He's a winner." "I only back winners." "[Smudge] Aw, shit." "[laughter] Who left this shite here?" "[imitating Russian song *]" "Don't ask." "[chuckles]" "When did you put a skirt on?" "You came up in jeans." "How 'bout something to eat?" "Sweeters." "Boys?" "Actually lads you're- you're not invited." "Small table." "Do you not have some picket you should be flying to?" "No, we're not gonna bother." "I reckon there must be 50 delivery vans who oughtta be looking for their starter motors tonight." "[chuckling]" "Is there a Mark Baxter here?" "Your mother's on the phone." "[monitor beeping]" "They told us they can't do anything else." "Just rest the pain." "There's a hospice he can go into but he didn't say nothing." "Just give up." "He's still facing the wrong way." "They said I was the prettiest girl in Camberwell." "God help the others, eh?" "Oh, I was too good for the men around here." "I had ambitions, ideas above my station, you and nana called it." "I was the first in my class to be kissed." "Only a matter of time before I found a man to take me away from here." "Then I fell in love with that bloody idiot." "What's the time?" "Your Auntie Phyllis made me go to that club." "It's closed now." "I was supposed to see Breakfast at Tiffany's with Derek Foster." "Trainee surveyor, Derek." "Stood him up." "Smoky, horrible place, it was." "All Brylcreem and beehives." "Then he goes up." "He sang like an angel." "When he smiled, I was done for." "Mum?" "He's gone, love." "[emotional music *]" "[Mark] My dad was an ordinary man." "I shouldn't say that, I suppose." "Not today." "I woke up today knowing that I had to bury my father." "Bury an ordinary Camberwell man in the ordinary Camberwell ground." "And I knew that I would have to say something to mark his going." "I didn't know what." "I could say that he could kick a ball like George Best, and sing like Sinatra." "That's what I always thought, anyway." "No one could tell me different." "But I wanted to tell you more about what he done." "It didn't seem much..." "It seemed ordinary..." "He never made a number one record, or scored the winning goal at Wembley..." "He never wrote a book, and he never made a million..." "But he never once hit me, even when I deserved it." "He never let down a friend, and he never crossed a picket line." "And he never went a day without telling my mom that he loved her." "It still didn't seem enough." "Still seemed ordinary." "And then I came here to this church... and down this road, this ordinary road... and there was all these people lined up to say goodbye." "And in this church all of these friends and family are here..." "And then I realized that he left us something extraordinary." "He left us with our memories." "Our memories of John William Gervais Baxter." "Threads a man my dad." "[horse hooves approaching]" "[horse neighs]" "Now that's what I call a silencer!" "I'm sorry about that." "Our friend here'll clean it up." "Just make sure that goes on the rose garden." "On his rose garden, you hear that?" "Shall we all stand and sing- it's not in the hymn book, but I think you all know the words." "[* church organ playing "Pick Yourself Up"]" "* Nothing's impossible I have found *" "Come on, lads, we'll be opening again in a couple of hours." " Moxey." " Smudge." "Shouldn't you be on a picket line?" "What's the point?" "Threads wouldn't want that for ya." "Oh." "You wan an try me?" "Eh?" "Just leave me alone." "I trusted you." "Thought I knew you..." "I trusted my dad and now he's" "So, we both let you down, is that it?" "And you're gonna make it better by turning into Wavy Davy?" "[grunting]" "You feel that everything you've known has gone." "Yeah?" "All that you thought all that you've done was wrong." "Yeah?" "Yeah." "Well you're the only one that can make it right, then, ain't ya?" "It's about time you jump back in the race." "He's still jumping too early." "He's an impatient bugger." "Bit like his trainer, then." "I feel like I've known you all my life." "Six weeks." "Four days, two hours." "I wish it could be longer." "Much longer." "Blimey, Jago, it's a long way from Camberwell." "Will it break his heart?" "He broke mine." "Why?" "What did he do?" "Nothing." "That's how you break hearts." "I hope we win our prize money back." "I'm thinking more about winning at the bookies, mate." "Bigger money to be had." "Well, we need to win large." "Seems like every time The Mumper get a horseshoe," "Cheryl has to take her top off." "Have I asked any of you for a penny since we took him to the last race?" "Well, that's a thought." "How come?" "It's my responsibility." "How much you take out?" "The lot." "You're a dumbo." "Are you mental?" "That's thousands." " Bit louder, Mickey." "Some smackheads in Stretton never heard you." "What you gonna live on now?" "Just shut up and look hard." "I always look hard." "I brought you a nice cup of tea, love." "Uh, sorry." "Um, I should have knocked." "I'll leave you to it." "[chatter]" "[truck approaches]" "Dearly beloved," "I'm delighted so many of you have turned up for our annual outing to Canterbury Cathedral." "We'll be picking up the archbishop en route." "Only joking." "[laughter]" "I thought he was serious." "Unfortunately, Eddie hurt his back, and I was the only driver with a license, who promised not to get pissed." "[laughter]" "You all right, love?" "Yeah, I'm good." "I'm good." "[soft chatter]" "You all right?" "This is make or break for me and Cheryl, all right?" "If Mumper loses I got big problems." "Have you told him yet?" "About your future responsibilities?" "You ain't" " Three months." "Who'd've thought I had it in me." "In me, more like." "Congratulations." "[chatter]" "All right, Bax?" "I've sold everything for this." "Even my CD collection." "He'll win, right?" "Thanks, Smudge." "I can't say it feels" "Belt up and enjoy." "After all..." "* Nothing's impossible I have found *" "* When my chin is one the ground *" "* I pick myself up, dust myself off *" "* And start all over again [cheering]" "[chatter]" "I feel like the Queen of bleeding' Sheba." "Ooh, is that Jago?" "I want him stripped, scrubbed, and brought to my tent." "You're a lucky woman, Martha." "You don't know the half of it." "Keep your eyes off my ladies." "Behave yourself." "Perhaps I'm the one who does the stupid things, mate, not you." "Don't think you can waste our money gambling, oh no." "It's my money saving your flat and don't you forget it." "You gonna get me a drink, then?" "Never done it outside." " Yeah?" " Yeah." "Come on." "Come here." "I met a lady once." "Didn't do me any good, though." "Not interrupting, am I?" "Yeah, it's interesting, that was, especially..." "Here's Barry with a surprise." "We thought you'd appreciate the colors." "The blue and the white." "Millwall strip, yes?" "Yeah." "You can just take me down The Den some Saturday." "I'm more of a rugby man, myself." "You'll enjoy watching Millwall, then." "Let's see how much you weigh." "Don't like the way you're creeping 'round Katie." "What are you doing?" "She's one of us, you know, not just some cheap girl." "Katie... [man] Horse number four, Silver Shiner..." "What's going on over there?" "11 stone, thank you." "Sorry." "I'm a bit stressed." "Mr. Jameson, a word." "That's a lot of money, Mark." "It's everything I've got." "That's everything I got." "[general chatter]" "My dad almost lost everything but you stopped him, Smudge." "I need you to do the same for me now." "[chuckles]" "I was hoping to talk myself out of it." "I hate that phrase "life savings," don't you?" "I've got all my money... ..my future in my dad's old messenger bag." "What did you say to him, Smudge?" "The time my mom left him." "Well, he was sitting in his usual chair, waiting for you and you mom to come back." "I had to tell him that you weren't." "He got angry." "Said I was poking me nose in." "And then he puts his coat on and he's going out the bookies'." "Said, "I've got a date, sir." "I've got a date, sir."" "I" " I got hold of him." "I said, "Listen, there are times when even if you win, you lose."" "You know?" "It's what you decide to do that makes you a winner, Mark." "All of it on the nose." "Find the right bookie, put it on for me." "It's your decision." "Your father's son, all right." "Both bloody mad." "Put me and Cheryl in for 500." "Bloody hell, I haven't had a bet since 1964." "Millwall versus Wolverhampton Wanderers." "And look at the state of me." "[laughter]" "Did you lose the bet, then, Alf?" "[mumbles] 500 quid on the nose." "It's all I've got, but I've got to do it." "Don't even tell me how much it is." "Lads, listen." "He's the best horse I've ever come across." "Now let's go and take those bookies' eyes out." "Come on, then, Alf." "You can be my bagman." "Look after that." "Yeah, well, look frightening." "Maybe you better take your hat off again." "Boo!" "[laughs]" "I think I've got Cheryl's morning sickness." "I think she does the breathing and all that." "Gelding or stallion?" "Gelding." "I'm talking about you, not to you." "Very funny." "My Alfie's enough for me." "More than enough." "Now, I shouldn't say, but it was almost a relief when he got the diabetes." "You'll never go to heaven, Lil." "I hope not." "No cock in heaven, is there?" "Lil." "[laughter]" "Oh, this is the first time I'd had fun since John died." "You don't think he'd mind, do you, Katie?" "I think he's having fun with you, Shirley." "You're a good girl." "I do wish..." "All right, ladies?" "[indistinct whisper] [laughter]" "Oh, my God." "[inaudible]" "Hello, Mum." "Hello, dear." "[overlapping shouts]" "[inaudible]" "...for the last race of the day." "Well, well, well, who've we got here?" "50p each way on horses, here, boys." "12 and-a-half grand to win on The Mumper." "20 to one." "What you done?" "Cash in your pension, old boy?" "No, we robbed a bank." "Money's money to me." "All right." "12 and-a-half grand The Mumper'll win." "Ticket 176." "Now don't you lose that, old fella." "I won't." "I was a bookmaker once." "Alfie, for God's sake." "Why don't you have a little bet?" "Go on, it wouldn't hurt." "It'd be exciting." "Live dangerously for once, Sam." "Maybe next time, eh?" "All right, that's it then?" "Becka was just saying I should put a bet on." "[all laughing]" "Sam, Sam, Sam." "Sorry, I missed the bookies." "I'll give you a ton, yeah?" "Speed your bet, will you?" "I'm not sharing anymore." "*" "20 to one." " Bloody hell." "Life changing, Mark, life changing." "This is wonderful day." "I can see how your- your dad loved the races." "I almost wish we'd a bet on." "*" "Got 'em in, eh?" " Yeah." " 20 to one it's gonna do it." "[commentator] It's been a fine afternoon of jump racing, here, ladies and gentlemen." "We come now to our finale, just the six runners, but an intriguing race, nonetheless." "It's the Threads Baxter memorial novices chase." "Our runners on their way to the post." "Coming into line." "And they're off!" "Come on, The Mumper!" "[commentator] Silver Shiner up against mark, so to does The Mumper." "Go on, The Mumper!" "[overlapping shouts]" "Get him up front on this turn!" "Come on, The Mumper!" "...now looks to be fought out by just three." "Mistermixup, Silver Shiner and The Mumper." "And now it's Mistermixup who takes it up on the turn." "[overlapping shouts]" "He hates jumping behind another horse." "[indistinct shouting] [commentator] Mistermixup has stumbled and The Mumper pulls out and takes it up." "This is where he faded last time out." "He wasn't trained by me then." "[commentator] And The Mumper and Silver Shiner have drawn clear." "Go on, Mumper!" "[overlapping shouts]" "[overlapping shouts]" "And as they race up the hill, it's gonna be close." "He's gonna do it!" "[all shouting]" "Smudge, did he win?" "You're asking me with my bins?" "Did he win?" "What a race, what a great horse!" "[commentator] And it's too close to call." "A photo finish between Silver Shiner and The Mumper." "I can't take this." "Shall we go and see how he is?" "Need to have a word with your boss." "I've done all I can, Alfie." "* [commentator] Ladies and gentlemen, here's the result of the photograph." "First, number four, Silver Shiner, second, number six, The Mumper, and third, number two, Mistermixup." "*" "Money isn't everything." "It's okay." "It's all right." "The only regrets in life are chances you never took." "The only regret" "[vomiting]" "Another drink, anyone?" "Oh, yes." "What are you doing?" "Sorry, force of habit." "Alfie, he come in second." "Ain't The Mumper done us proud?" "[commentator] Ladies and gentlemen, there is a steward's inquiry into the final race." "There's been an objection..." " What's that mean?" "The thing is..." "You know I wasn't gonna have a bet on The Mumper..." "There's a funny story, because, as it happens, we was- we was in the Horseshoe, and Smudge said, "Maybe we should have a little bet on him."" "And I thought, "Yeah, well, you know, for Dad's sake we should..."" "I put all my money on him." "Bax, not now, mate." "Steward's inquiry." "Does that mean we're in trouble?" " Inquiry?" " Yeah." "Ticket." "Ticket." "Smudge, where's the ticket?" " What?" "The losing-- The winning" "Where's the ticket?" "I gave it to you." "No, no, no, you didn't." "Think, Smudge." "Um, I, uh..." "I put it in my breast pocket." "No, I didn't." "Back pocket, that's right." "No." "Come on!" "Yeah, I remember where it was." "Put it in me wallet." "What's going on?" "Please, God, if you're up there," "Dad, have a word with him." "Have faith... and listen." "[commentator] Ladies and gentlemen, here is the result of the steward's inquiry." "Due to a weight irregularity," "Silver Shiner has been disqualified." "So the official result now reads, in first, number six, The Mumper... [all shouting]" "The other jockey's weight was misread." "Whoo!" "The ticket's not in here, Smudge." "I must have taken it out." "Um..." " Think, Smudge." "I" " I" "I gave it to Martha." "Something she ate." "Martha, have you still got the ticket Smudge gave you after the race?" "Oh, yeah, it's in my handbag, which..." "It's somewhere." "[retching]" "I can't remember." "I put it on a chair somewhere." "Come on." "Have a look." "Is it-- Is it over there?" "*" "I'll tell you what, I've been hanging out for ten here for the couple of twins." "I think we're on our way, all right?" "Let's get out of here." "*" "The bookie." "*" "Where's George?" "Don't know George." "Where's Smudge gone?" "Car park!" "*" "I hope to be like you when I get old, Smudge." "No, aim higher." "Aim to be like your dad." "Come on." "*" "To the winners, eh?" "Yeah, to the winners." "[overlapping chatter]" "I had a satchel once." "Did you?" "Business course." "Can't keep doing stage work." "No example for our little girl." "Soon there'll be no women taking their clothes off in this country." "I should move." " Oi!" "You always said we'd go places." "I'm not gonna buy the caravan, now." "Oh, Percy." "No." "We're getting a proper chalet." "Oh!" "'Cause he's having it lasered, you know." "It costs a fortune, but it's worth every penny." "Yeah." " Yeah." "'Cause I hate this hat even more than I hate Wolverhampton bloody Wanderers." "[laughing]" "Second honeymoon." "Vegas." "Oh, yeah?" "And then Hawaii." "Sorry." "Now then, Katie..." "Look, it's not you." "It's me." "Really?" "And there was me thinking it was him." "Oh, my God, Johnny, what did you spend here?" "This is 50 quid." "You just do not take breaks." "You're just spending money." "This is why you're in so much trouble." "We just really need to pay these bills off." "Lil told me how much." "God, you're a stupid boy." "Dad taught me life's a gamble, Mum." "Funny what you won't take a chance on, though, isn't it?" "Go on!" "I'm more nervous now than when I gave you the money for the race." "You always said you was gonna wait 'til you made something of yourself." "You have." "There's no excuses now." "What if she says no?" "That's your call." "Go on." "And it's your decision that's gonna tell you who you are." "Katie I wanted to say..." "Shut up." "[cheering]" "*" "[inaudible]" "[no audible dialogue]" "*" "[Smudge] Oh, Bax!" "There's one more thing to do." "Now?" "Yes." "Maybe he can bring somebody else the kind of luck that he brought us." "Ladies and gentlemen, can I have your attention, please?" "Have you ever considered buying a racehorse?" "[Mark voiceover] Now, that's a silencer." "*"