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Have a look at this mob.
Ah! Look at the state of 'em.
Oh, they want shooting, don't they?
And to think one of them could be living next door.
Oh, it makes you sick.
STRICTLY COME DANCING THEME MUSIC PLAYS
Thank God that's over. KNOCK AT DOOR
-Here he is! Ha-ha-ha-ha.
This programme contains strong language.
You come up and see me? You come up and see me?
You come to fix my lamp?
No, Nan, I've come to get you.
The tenants are meeting downstairs. It's all kicking off.
-Who is it?
-The tenants' association.
Load of moaning old trollops.
Nan, people are going to lose their homes if we don't do something.
They'll all be turfed out.
What, so my lamp's just going to fix itself, is it?
Nan, it's not that bad - you've got three other lights.
Look, I've made muffins for the cake sale.
Oh, not this shit again.
What are they this time?
Flaxseed and aubergine.
Flaxseed and aubergine.
Oh, you are spoiling us, Ambassador.
All right, well, I'll go down while you fix my lamp.
All right, I'll have a quick look.
These ain't bad, son.
-What's the matter with it, then?
-I don't know, love...
..but the electrician told me not to touch it.
I'm afraid the rumours are true.
Pressman Developments have bought the freehold for this building
-from the council.
They're going to raise our rents forcing us to leave
so they can turn this place into luxury apartments.
They're sending a man called Charles Wilmott down to talk to us.
Here we are! The dream team.
It's always us lot, innit?
Oh, Mrs Taylor, you're here.
Yeah. Sorry, I'm late,
but this one was rolling around on the floor like a dog.
-I brought you some muffins.
-You all right, Jamie?
Course he's all right.
I told him not to put his hands where they're not wanted.
She's heard that before.
You all right, Peggy? You're looking well.
-Is that a new hat?
Gawd knows who's bought her that.
She got a different fella every week.
Peggy the Tart, we used to call her.
Didn't we, Peg? Well, still do.
Mrs Taylor, please!
She knows! There's no judgment here, love!
I mean, good luck to you, Pegs - still going strong at your age.
Mrs Taylor, if you've finished talking to my mother...
..may I continue?
Please do, love.
Nothing like listening to a whining old lesbian...
to make you appreciate your life.
Well, two things - firstly, I am not a lesbian,
and secondly, you own your flat, Mrs Taylor,
so you're not a tenant,
so this issue doesn't affect you.
No, no, we are a community. I'm here for you.
I've seen that film Pride.
No... No, all you gay miners deserve a chance.
You all right, Daphne?
So, we need to decide on a plan of action.
We could chain ourselves to the building.
Well, it wouldn't be the first time you've been tied up, would it, Peg?
Filth, she was.
That's a good idea, but before we attempt something that dramatic,
I think we need to make some noise.
We need to get ourselves on the news...
You on the telly?
Oh, I think you'll struggle, love.
Unless they're bringing back Prisoner: Cell Block H.
Listen, I am leader of this group...
What you need is a leader.
What did I just say?
I don't know... Something about KD Lang?
As head of the tenants' association, I am the leader.
And I think it's time I stood up for what's right,
and I want you out, we all want you out.
-What?! You can't kick me out.
Why not? All you ever do is make things worse.
..you reduce everyone to a social or sexual stereotype...
Oh, thank you.
..and it's time you went.
Is this cos I don't fancy you?
Oh, please leave us alone so we can get something done for once.
Well, they don't want me out, do you?
If you think Mrs Taylor should leave the group,
please raise your hand.
Well, that is charming, innit?
You want me out, do you, Daph?
You, with your big pig head?
She got a head like a pig, the woman.
Oh, not you and all, Trong Tri?
SHE SPEAKS IN VIETNAMESE
HE SPEAKS IN VIETNAMESE
Oh, fuck you, then.
-What about you, Peg? You with me?
Oh, et tu, Peg?
Oh, after all I've done for you. All the secrets I've kept.
I've never told anyone what a crusty old whore you are.
Jamie! You just going to sit there and let 'em treat me like this?
Well... Well, good luck without me,
but you'll be sorry.
You'll regret this.
But you mark my words,
I am never setting foot
in this dirty, pox-ridden lesbian hideaway again.
Forgot me grandson.
You finished with my smoke alarm yet?
Nan, give me a chance, I'm still a bit shaky.
Oh, pull yourself together, you big nance.
Nan, I really think you should make peace with the neighbours,
-they could do with your help.
-Oh, shut up.
POINTLESS THEME MUSIC PLAYS Here it is. Here's me programme.
You seen it? Oh, I love it.
There's a giant who keeps the scores.
He's not a giant, Nan.
Ah, it's marvellous, innit?
Remember when I was volunteering with that tribe in the Sudan?
Oh, here we go.
Well, there was a big fight in the village
and one of the tribal elders brought everyone together.
He was amazing.
He had this saying,
"You can break a coconut with an elephant's hoof,
"but you don't get to sip its milk."
Yeah, I've got a saying too, love.
"You can take an age to fix my smoke alarm...
"..but you ain't coming down that fucking ladder till it's done."
-KNOCK AT DOOR
-Can you get that, Nan?
Oh, Gawd, have I got to do everything around here?
SHE FARTS Ooh.
I'll tell you what, those flaxseeds will get you up.
KNOCK AT DOOR Yes, all right. I'm coming, ain't I?
Oh, mind yourself.
-Hello. Mrs Taylor?
My name's Charles Wilmott.
Ah, it's not charity is it, love?
Cos I get enough of that with this one.
He's always banging on about the orphans in Sydenham.
It was the Sudan. Nan, don't talk to him.
No. Mrs Taylor, I'm here about a business opportunity...
Oh, I'm not doing any more pyramid schemes.
I once got lumbered with having to shift 3,000 letterheads.
No, I think this is something that actually...
No-one wants gold-embossed stationery with my name at the top -
I see that now.
Mrs Taylor, if you would just let me speak...
Nan, this is the man we're trying to stop.
Mrs Taylor, I'm head of acquisitions from Pressman Developments,
and I have a business proposition
that I believe could make you a lot of money.
Ooh, why didn't you say so?
In you go, son. Ha-ha-ha!
-Go on, go on - you can fix my smoke alarm later.
Oh, careful, love, that wall's just been painted.
-No, it's actually Charles Wilmott.
This business opportunity you speak of...
Yes, I knew as soon as I heard about you
-you were an impressive woman.
You're not like the others in this building -
-you have foresight...
And you own your own flat.
Yes, I do. I've always been ahead of the curve.
-Take a seat.
-Oh, thank you.
These, erm, these people downstairs... These, er...
They're getting out of hand and they want to stop us.
Us! Good, honest businesspeople like you and me.
Did I ever tell you about my letterhead scheme?
They need placating and they need guidance,
which is where you come in.
Why? Because you know how these people tick.
You have their ear, they look up to you.
Yeah... I am their favourite.
I'm like a village elder.
I have this saying...
"You can milk an elephant with a coconut...
"..but you can't something something hoof."
I think you and I should join forces
so we can make a better world for both of us.
Are you with me, Mrs Taylor?
I am, love. You and me - a power couple.
Like Jackie O and KFC.
-No, thanks, darling. I've already eaten.
-Oh! Flaxseed and aubergine?
-Oh, the world's gone mad.
-KNOCK AT DOOR
-Nan, I think I've got concussion.
Remember, nice and big so people can read them.
Mrs Taylor, I thought we discussed this.
I am not here for why you think I am here.
I am here for with my good friend Wilmott-Brown,
to talk to you all lot.
-It's actually Charles Wilmott.
Hello, everyone. Lovely to see you. May we take to the stage?
We're actually having a private meeting.
That's all right, this won't take long. Mrs Taylor.
Oh, thank you.
-Oh, here we go.
-So, as you may have heard...
Testing, testing, one, two, three.
I think it's fine. Thank you, Mrs Taylor.
So, Pressman Developments...
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.
Now, as you may have heard, Pressman Developments
-have acquired the freehold...
-You backed the council into a corner!
I can assure you it was negotiated.
You forced them into bed with the fat cats and the bankers.
Oh, here, she's off again - always in bed with someone.
-I was told I'm being moved to Stoke!
-What a shithole.
Stoke has a warm and vibrant history.
Still very much of a shithole.
And I'm being moved to a one-bedroom flat.
Yeah, see, she does like to have a waiting room as well.
All right, Jamie?
Oh, here he is - the walking dead.
I'm not talking to you, Nan.
Well, why not? What have I done?
You know what you've done.
You turned your back on your community
-and teamed up with the enemy.
Oh, that? Oh, I thought you found out about your car.
-What about my car?
Sorry, Joan, may I go back to the point?
Look, the point is,
we're regenerating and we ain't got room for the likes of you.
We're bringing in a new breed of resident -
the fashionistas, the Russian oligarchs,
Frank Lampard -
and you lot are being moved to Stoke, and good riddance.
Ha-ha-ha-ha! TENANTS BOO
And it'll serve you right for chucking me out! Ha-ha-ha-ha!
Look, I would like to point out these are not my words at all.
I don't agree with what Mrs Taylor is saying at all.
Start packing! Ha-ha-ha-ha! Oh!
Have a look. Ha-ha...
We're watching a telly programme
of people watching the telly... on the telly.
I mean, we're actually watching people watching the telly...
on the telly.
-What a load of old shit.
-We have a laugh, don't we?
-Me and you, we're just like that gay couple.
Laughing and laughing, watching the telly, eating muffins.
So, Joan, do you mind if we talk about the contracts now?
-Here, love, have the last muffin.
-Oh, no, you have it.
No, go on, darling. It's the last muffin.
Oh, no, I couldn't.
Go on, you'll enjoy that. It's the last one.
Oh, well, if you insist.
What, you're taking the last muffin?
Yeah. Well, they're very good.
Yeah. Oh, you're having it, are you?
-Yes, thank you. Mm!
Yeah, you'll, er...
You'll enjoy that, won't you, the...last muffin.
-Does it taste nice, do it?
It will do, won't it? What, with being the last one.
He's had the last muffin.
What a fucking liberty!
SHOUTS: He's had the last muffin, the man!
"Would you like the last muffin?"
"Oh, no, I couldn't possibly."
Then he's turned around and eaten the last fucking muffin!
Dirty fucking muffin-guzzling bastard!
Do you want a cup of tea, love?
No, I think I'm fine.
I think it's time we dealt with the contracts, though.
I do need you to sign them.
What's that, darling?
Well, it's what we've been discussing.
It's what we've discussed for days now, the sale of your flat.
Oh! Oh, I ain't selling my flat.
Mrs Taylor, we've been through this.
With the money you make from the sale,
-you're going to move somewhere nice. You...you did say.
Well, between Pointless and Gogglebox I'm barely conscious.
But you must realise you... you can't stay here.
Why not, love? This is where I live.
And with that mob gone, we'll be laughing.
I don't think you understand.
It's not just the building we're improving, it's the clientele.
Oh, I know, darling.
I can't wait to meet me new neighbours -
Vorderman, Sugar, Manilow...
whoever it was won The Voice.
But Mrs Taylor, you won't be here.
Oh, yes, I will, darling, and I shall fit right in.
Now, pack it up cos the posh drunks are on.
-Mrs Taylor, I've done everything you've asked of me.
-I fixed your lamp.
-I fixed your smoke alarm.
I spent three days looking for your remote
-which, it turns out, you left in the fridge.
All I asked of you was to help me
and all you did was mess everything up.
Now take the cheque and sign the contract.
But...but why can't I stay?
Because my clients don't want to see a throwback old Cockney washerwoman
cluttering up their new luxury apartments.
Now take the money and piss off!
Well, well, well...
You shown your true colours, ain't you, son?
I didn't like you when you ran The Dagmar
and I don't like you now.
And if you think I can be bought
with your dirty corporate money,
you can think again.
Now, get out of my flat
because the Lilt Ladies are about to watch Poldark.
And if I am not very much mistaken,
I've just ponied myself.
Come on, people, we can't lose momentum now.
The fight to save the estate is officially on!
-We have 10,000 names on the petition...
..and we are marching on Westminster tomorrow morning!
-Here she is! TENANTS GRUMBLE
She's come up and see you!
She's come to save the day.
How dare you show your face in here,
you self-serving, nasty, poisonous old witch.
No need to apologise.
We're all friends here.
Right, everyone, just ignore her.
I can't believe what I'm seeing.
Where's your fight?
-It's time you stood up for yourselves.
Do you mind? I'm speaking.
I say we get a petition signed and march to Westminster.
We're already going to Westminster!
See, that's impressive - I've only just suggested that.
See what happens when I take the lead?
I cannot express how much we don't need you.
Well, you might change your mind when I tell you
the secret information I have managed to purloin.
What's that, then?
Wilmott-Brown is moving you all to Stoke.
-I told you that!
And I will be addressing that this evening
when I appear on Newsnight.
What?! You can't go on Newsnight.
-Well...because of this.
But mainly this.
Mrs Taylor, please.
You need me out there with you, love.
I mean, no disrespect, sweetheart,
but you've got a face like a ruptured arse.
I think I'll do perfectly well without you.
Yeah, I hear what you're saying - we'll both go.
No, it'll just be me.
-Just me and you - understood.
I like your shoes.
Why are you suddenly interested?!
Because I care about each and every one of you.
-No, you don't.
-No, I don't.
But Wilmott-Brown ate my last muffin
and now I'm going to destroy him.
Oh, please go away!
Come on, then! Off we go! Come on, everyone together!
Peggy, try not to boff anyone before you get there.
There is no way you are coming with me on Newsnight.
With my looks and your...shoes, we'll take this town by storm.
You are not coming!
Shall I wear the shoes?
Tonight on Newsnight, residents from a council block in East London
who are fighting back against, what they call, social cleansing.
We're joined by Charles Wilmott, for Pressman Developments,
and Lorna Finch and Joan Taylor,
the heads of the tenants' association for Mason House.
Head. Head of the association.
OK. Let's, er, let's start with you, er, Mrs Finch.
Well, it's miss, natch.
-May I speak freely?
-Yes. No, do, do.
You look a lot different in the flesh, Paxo.
Can I call you Paxo, Paxo? Ha-ha-ha.
You had a bit of work done?
What's happened to your eyes? What's happened to your ears?
Actually, I'm not Jeremy Paxman.
He's Evan Davis.
What, from the Dragons' Den?!
Blimey! You landed on your feet, ain't ya?
Look, may I speak?
I don't know how you got the nerve after what you did to Kathy Beale.
Yes, thank you, Mrs Taylor...
Please, please can we just try and stay on the topic?
Look, the issue, as far as I'm concerned,
is about progress and people's fear of it.
No, the issue is about fairness and choice.
Sh. Love, I don't think they speak lesbian on the telly.
-Now, that is offensive. We're not having any of that.
I much prefer Paxo.
Mr Wilmott, the charges that are being levelled against your company
are pretty serious.
All right, Duncan Bannatyne, I'll deal with this.
We can all run a leisure centre...
..but this is Newsnight, love. I know how this works.
Not my name.
Just one question...
did you take my last muffin?
-Did you take my last muffin, Wilmott-Brown?
-Sorry, is that your actual question?
-Did you take my last muffin?
-Simple yes or no - did you take my last muffin?
-Could we just stay on topic?
-Answer the question, Wilmott-Brown.
-Did you take my last muffin?
-It's not about...
-Did you take my last muffin?
-Did you or did you not take my last muffin?
-Did you take my last muffin?
-Did you take my last muffin?
Did you take my last muffin?
Fine! Yes, I took your last muffin.
And that is how it's done.
Time for the weather.
OK. I think maybe it's time we gave Ms Finch and Mr Wilmott
a bit of a chance to have their say.
Oh, right. Well, suit yourself.
Mr Wilmott, none of the tenants were offered any say
in where they would be relocated.
Well, that is blatantly not true.
You were all sent detailed letters explaining all of your options.
Our lack of options!
Well, if you can afford the rent, then nothing has to change.
But, Mr Wilmott, the danger is you talk of progress
while ignoring all the people who it negatively impacts.
Exactly, Evan. We're being moved around like cattle,
while his company profits from it.
You make it sound like we're throwing you out on the street.
Oh, that is delicious.
Look, as far as we're concerned, this came out of nowhere.
-Look around you -
you are living in one of the richest boroughs in London...
-Moist and delicious.
-..and your building doesn't reflect that.
-..but still with a bit of a bite.
Mr Wilmott, that doesn't automatically mean
the homes have to follow suit, does it?
I won't be a minute.
This is the sort of the cold-hearted ruthlessness I'm talking about.
-It's not ruthless, it's realistic.
JOAN CONTINUES TO FART
Oh! That was one I didn't want.
There is, of course, the very real issue of the locals
who can now no longer afford to live in their own area.
We can all pretend there's such a thing as a free market, but...
We can also pretend that...
..that money isn't important.
Cor blimey, crack a window, someone!
She's poisoning me!
Well, thank you all so much for coming in.
Don't worry, love, they'll edit you out.
Well, that's the end of the road.
We did what we could. It wasn't enough, and I'm sorry.
Oi, oi! Here she is! Victorious! Autographs later.
Victorious? Have you lost your mind? You've absolutely annihilated us.
Every ounce of credibility we had is gone.
The campaign's dead in the water, we're a laughing stock.
Well, that's a bit harsh.
You farted on Newsnight...
for 11 seconds.
That could've been any one of us.
Well, I for one would certainly like to thank you, Joan.
Oh, what are you doing here? Come to gloat?
No, not at all. I'm very grateful for what you did.
Thanks to Joan here,
you all now have one month to vacate your premises -
Still, be that as it may,
are we all agreed it is in very bad form to take the last muffin?
No-one cares, Nan.
Do you not get this? We have lost our homes.
Oh, where's your fight? This ain't over!
Have I got to do everything myself?
I hope you're pleased with yourself, Mr Wilmott.
You don't know the meaning of the word community.
Community? You people wear that word like a medal,
like it means something.
It means that we're good, honest, hard-working people
who support each other no matter what our sexual orientation.
Be we straight...
..head like a pig...
-Decent people who are prepared to fight to the end. TENANTS:
No. Layabouts, abandoners, scum.
Well, I must admit, I do agree to a certain extent.
But nonetheless, it's time for action,
and you will see us united in chains rather than give up our homes, right?
Oh, spare me the salt of the earth, we-take-care-of-our-own bit
because I know you don't.
And nothing makes me happier than to see
the people who abandoned me get what they deserve.
Well, I mean, look, these are a mess.
What do you mean abandoned?
Well, if you must know,
I was born right here on this estate,
but I wasn't raised here because...
Well, because my mother didn't want me.
That's the proud, upstanding community you're talking about.
What a load of old shit.
-So, did you ever find your mother?
-No. Don't even know her name.
All I do know is that
she's a selfish, heartless, inconsiderate monster.
Oh, and she had red hair.
I mean, I won't let them beat me.
Hold on a minute. So your mum was a nasty, selfish, abandoning woman
who lived on this estate... and had red hair?
Oh, don't look at me, love - mine was out of a bottle.
Course it's Peggy. Her knees ain't touched since 1952.
I am so sorry, son.
Oh, it broke my heart to give you up,
but you were born in a brothel - dem's da rules.
You don't know how long I've waited to hear those words.
Well, I can't believe this. I don't know what to say.
Well, what I do know is nobody's going to Stoke,
not on my watch.
You can all stay here!
THEY CHEER I did it! I saved the estate!
Come on, let's have a knees-up!
Wilmott-Brown, do the honours, son!
-# Oh, knees up, Wilmott-Brown
# Knees up, Wilmott-Brown
# Under the table you must go
-# Ee-aye, ee-aye, ee-aye-oh... #
-Who's got the keys?
I'm locked in!
Go and get the keys!
Get the fucking keys, someone.
# Knees up, Wilmott-Brown. #
Ain't this nice, hey?
You all right, Jaim?
Here, Lorna, you could've brought
one of your lesbian mates up here, you know, love - I don't mind.
I'm not a lesbian.
I don't know why you're so defensive, darling.
I mean, we were all at it during the war.
-You had to.
-Well, I must say I'm surprised.
Me and Maggie Griffith, we were the first round here.
And it wasn't as accepted, you know, like it is nowadays.
They used to shout at us in the streets.
"Look out! The lesbians are here!"
Not lesbians, vegans.
I must say, Joan, you've shown a lot of character this week.
Oh, how's that, darling?
Well, there's not many people who've torn up a cheque
without even looking at it.
When did I do that?
When you turned down the 1.8 million?
That's how much the cheque was for your flat.
1.8 fucking million?
I'd tear the place down with me own bare hands
for 1.8 fucking million!