♪ Sometimes I feel I've got to run away
♪ I've got to get away
♪ From the pain you drive into the heart of me
♪ The love we share
♪ Seems to go nowhere
♪ But I lost my light
♪ For I toss and turn
♪ I can't sleep at night
♪ Once I ran to you
♪ Now I'll run from you
♪ The tainted love you've given
♪ I gave you all a boy could give you
♪ Now take my tears but that's not nearly enough
♪ Tainted love
♪ Tainted love...
RADIO:bomb warnings believed to be from the Provisional IRA.
It brought Central London to a standstill.
Police would not confirm whether the warnings contained a code word.
However, it seems likely the hoax calls were a further attempt by the Provisional IRA
to bring maximum disruption to the capital.
- How do I look? - Expensive.
- Good. - Too expensive.
Impossible.
Fewer frocks, Desrae, or I'll have to let some of the dancers go.
Oh, Mr McDowell's asking after you.
- Send him a bottle of champagne. - Who's being expensive now?
Tell him I'll be right along.
Don't be too long, darling.
♪ ROD STEWART: In A Broken Dream
JOEY: I know he has 50 suits.
I know he never wears the same shirt twice.
I know he only wears black silk socks.
How do I know this?
Because he is a loud-mouthed, jumped-up little prick.
He's ruining everything for everybody.
Shut up!
Joey, how many men can you call on these days?
Three, four?
I've got protection. I've paid already.
- Paid who? - Mr Pasqualino.
Dixon can call on 20. He's visited three clubs in Soho in the last week.
Joey's not gonna allow this. No fucking way!
Now, listen...
What the fuck do I pay you for?
Talk to him.
Since his daughter's been killed there is no reasoning with him, Joey.
The man is insane.
♪ In a broken dream
♪ Did someone bow their head?
Talk to him.
♪ Good people are in bed
♪ Before nine o'clock
(Police siren)
We have lots of money to spend.
WOMAN: Internment has doubled the donations coming in.
You know, not a single Loyalist was lifted.
- Not one. - The Brits are acting like a bunch of fascists.
They need to be taught a lesson.
I was lucky enough to escape the dawn raids myself.
Eamonn's father was interned for a while.
Back in the late '50s.
Petey thinks you're the man to help us make good use of our money.
I remain to be convinced.
Help you how?
Eat something, Dad.
Please.
I met someone today.
A man called Sean Carty.
- IRA? - No. Provos. Do you know him?
No.
They're planning on taking the fight to the mainland.
Are they, now?
They might need someone to deliver something.
And they want you to go?
Maybe.
I know London. I have the right accent.
Since when have you had any interest in politics, Eamonn?
I read the papers, watch the news.
(Scoffs)
Why are you asking me? It's a bit late to seek my approval.
Deliver what? Guns? Explosives?
Do you feel any remorse for any of the things you've done?
You know I do, Dad.
Then you have a conscience.
You have to search that conscience to find the answer to your dilemma.
(Sighs)
(Shouting)
(Police siren)
Dixon?
What the fuck?
Joey...
Did you talk to him?
Not the Italians! I'm not having that!
You arrange a sit-down!
This ends here.
A man like that... doesn't understand.
It's not just about the money.
I make sure the Italians in Soho, in Clerkenwell,
get a fair shake.
A chance to make a better life.
Take care of the family.
My grandmother owned an almond grove.
Every year in August,
the whole family would help to collect the almonds.
The men would put the net under the trees.
My job was to erm...
search the ground for the almonds that had fallen outside of the net.
The heat... (Chuckles)
The dust.
The little insect. The erm...
(Speaks Italian)
You know, fall from the trees, you know, like this.
(Both laugh)
It was hard work.
When this is all sorted...
Maybe we should go away.
For a few days, at least.
Really?
(Clears throat)
Don't think I'm right for the job.
I want to know why.
- Those for me? - Yeah.
- I heard you were a womanising piece of shite. - Excuse me?
A man, who a few years ago, beat a girl to death with his fists,
arrives at my door with flowers and expects to gain admittance.
It's pretty fucked up, I'd say.
♪ THE STOOGES: I Wanna Be Your Dog
(Moaning)
Do you feel remorse, Eamonn, for any of the things that you've done?
You have a conscience.
You have to search that conscience for the answer to your dilemma.
♪ So messed up
♪ I want you here
♪ In my room, I want you here
♪ To lose my heart on the burning sands
♪ Now I wanna be your dog
We'll find the man who did this. We'll find that driver.
I understand if this changes things for you.
It doesn't.
I want to go.
For him, if for no other reason.
Welcome aboard.
(Distant police siren)
♪ MARVIN GAYE: Inner City Blues
♪ Dah-dah, dah dah dah
♪ Dah-dah, dah-dah dah dah
♪ Dah-dah, dah dah dah...
(Phone rings)
♪ Rockets, moon shots
- Hello? - Cathy?
It's Eamonn.
How did you get this number?
Old Betty. She wrote a couple of letters to Dad.
- I found them. - Where are you calling from?
New York.
It's been four years, Eamonn.
♪ Make me wanna holler
My dad's dead.
♪ This ain't living, this ain't living
He was run down in the street.
I'm so sorry.
♪ No, no, no, no, no
♪ Inflation no chance
Cathy, I'm coming to London.
I have to see you.
I have to go.
♪ Bills pile up
- Cathy? ♪ Sky high
Cathy?
♪ Send that boy off...
Madge?
Mum?
Cathy?
Why are you here?
Did I ask to see you?
No.
Then fuck off.
I've come to tell you Eamonn's dead.
Big Eamonn.
He was knocked down. Hit by a car.
I'm sorry, Mum.
Oh...
I never had a chance to thank you... for what you did for me.
What I did for you?
Jesus.
You still don't know.
Know what?
I was set up.
Policeman Gates.
You should be here, not me.
It should have been you locked up for all these years.
I loved that man.
I loved him.
I loved that man.
I loved him. I loved that man.
I loved him.
(Low conversation)
...every cardigan, every suit, every shirt, collar...
Who the fuck is that?
Detective Inspector Gates. This ain't your patch anymore.
No, it isn't. Soho's my patch now.
Yeah. Yeah, I like Soho.
Bright lights, nightlife.
- A lots of good business opportunities. - Not for you.
- Come again? - No business opportunities for you, Danny.
- I'll go where I like when I like. - Stay away from the Peppermint.
You keep out of my square mile.
Now you listen to me, buttercup.
You get back to your pansy boys in Soho before I break every bone in your fucking body.
I'm a police officer, you fucking moron!
You touch me, you'll spend the rest of your life in jail.
Now get back to your scrap-metal dealing, playing with your slot machines
and stay the fuck out of Soho.
You finish your pint and you walk out that door while you still got legs.
DANNY: Right, where was I?
(Music over speech)
Joey!
- Get him out! - (Sobbing)
- Joey! - Get that fucking queer out of here!
- Tommy, Tommy. - Away from my family!
Get him out!
(Knocking at door)
MAN: You called for Maintenance.
I think you might have something for me.
Drink?
- How long are you in town for? - Just 24 hours.
- Sláinte. - Sláinte.
- Tommy? - I've obviously come to the right place.
You didn't know?
(Sighs) Oh, yeah, I knew.
I walked in on them in the club.
Course we never discussed it.
Just had no idea that he was so involved.
It's like a second family.
Listen, my mother must never know.
OK?
Never.
You know, I'm going to find out who did this and I'm going to fucking kill them!
I'll fucking kill them!
Tommy, your dad never wanted you involved in the business.
- Come here. - (Sobs)
Come here.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Hello, Cathy.
It's not safe for you to be here.
It's not safe for you either.
Sorry about your dad.
After all this time... I can't just forget.
- I can't just forget what you did. - Cathy...
I'm not the same, Cathy. I've changed.
I've grown.
This is where I'm staying.
It's my hotel.
I have to see you, Cathy.
I have to see you again.
- Morning. - Morning.
- I brought you this. - Thank you.
Eamonn's back.
He wants to see me.
I think I want to see him.
He's changed.
Don't be a stupid cow.
(Doorbell)
- It's Tommy. - Bring him in.
Tommy?
They've released my father's body.
We're making funeral plans.
We want something small... just family and friends.
No, Tommy, please.
You can't be there, OK?
You can't be.
The Lord lift up his countenance upon him and give him peace.
Amen.
Oh, Jesus.
- Who is it? - That's Dixon.
Mrs Pasqualino.
Allow me to express my condolences.
I had the pleasure of knowing your husband.
- I'd just... - How dare you show your face here!
You're upset, I understand that.
But you have to know I had nothing to do with your father's death, nothing.
I will fucking kill you.
I'm gonna go now.
Once again, Mrs Pasqualino...
I'm so sorry for your loss.
What are you doing here? I thought you'd gone.
- Yeah, I missed my flight. - Why?
I told you, Cathy, I have to see you again.
Dixon was here.
Yeah, I know, I saw him.
Oh, my God. If he'd seen you...
I take it that's the son?
Yeah.
The reason why you won't see me?
Don't, Eamonn, please.
- I'm still at the same place. Come see me. - Don't.
- Please. - Eamonn.
Is everything OK?
Tommy, this is Eamonn.
Eamonn's dad used to live with my mum.
We used to live together when we were kids.
Like a stepbrother?
Yeah, something like that.
We're heading back to the house. I've put you in the second car with me.
Don't you want to go with your mum and your sister?
I'd rather be with you.
We should probably go. You're welcome to join us at the wake.
No.
Thank you.
Have a safe trip, Eamonn.
(Phone rings)
- Danny. - Hello.
- What time is it? - Just after ten.
What do you fucking want?
Not on the phone. We need to meet.
There.
Usual place.
Noon.
You know he's going to kill you, don't you?
You'll never survive this, he's gonna...
Shush!
Next.
You...
Fucking murdering piece of fucking shit!
I'm sorry about your daughter, Mr Dixon.
I honestly am.
You fucking animal!
(Groans)
(Fights for breath)
All done?
- Hello? - Hello, is Tommy there?
Who's speaking?
- Eamonn, Cathy's stepbrother. - He's asleep.
Well, then, wake him up. This is important.
That's what this is about...
...that fucking little girl.
She's not worth it, she never was.
Fuck!
- (Groans) - Ssh, ssh!
DIXON: Fuck!
- What is this? - You wanted revenge.
What's going on?
Harvey... Dixon.
He's the one pulled the trigger.
He, as you know, ordered the hit.
Put this on.
Fuck!
For your dad.
Kill him, Tommy.
- You haven't got the fucking guts to kill me! - Do it.
- No, I can't. - Yes, you can, he killed your dad.
Come on, you cunts!
- I can't. - Yes, you can!
Finish him.
You're supposed to shoot me, you fucking animal!
You fucking animal.
Don't say nothing to Cathy, Tommy.
Never.
Don't say nothing to no one, for that matter.
This, Tommy...
...is our secret.
She seems to care about you, Cathy. You seem close.
I dunno.
I hardly know her.
But you'd like to get to know her better?
Yeah.
I got a good feeling about you, Tommy.
I feel we can work together again in the future.
♪ Where did you go
♪ When things went wrong, baby?
♪ Who did you run to?
♪ And find a shoulder to lay your head upon
♪ Baby, wasn't I there?
♪ Didn't I take good care of you?
♪ No, no, I can't believe you're leaving me
♪ Stay with me, baby
♪ Please, stay with me, baby
♪ Stay with me, baby
♪ I can't go on
Come back with me, Cathy.
All we've ever had is each other.
I can't love anyone but you.
Come back with me.
(Explosion)
Oh, my God.
Look, I can get us tickets.
Flights for tomorrow morning. Let's get out of this place.
Come back here tonight.
I never want to be without you again.
RADIO:it appears to have been detonated in the toilets of the public viewing gallery.
(Knock at door) - Who is it?
It's the maintenance man.
RADIO: Debris from the explosion was flung more than a quarter of a mile...
Where the fuck have you been?
What?
You should have been gone days ago.
I had business to attend to.
I know about your fucking business.
You know my face, you know my name, you know where I live.
- Am I at risk from you, soldier? - No.
Because if I am,
I'll leave you dead on this bed right now.
You're not.
Carry out orders to the letter, do you understand that?
Yes.
You took on a mission.
That makes you one of us, you're in now.
And the only way out is a bullet in the brain.
Now get back to New York on the next fucking flight out of here.
So you're Desrae?
That's right.
Where's Cathy?
- What do you want her for? - Where is she?
- She's visiting a friend. - Which friend?
- Is it any of your business? - Tommy?
I can't get you out of my head.
Look...
I like you, Tommy, I do.
Then, please... spend time with me.
So Cathy lives here with you, does she?
I'd like you to go now.
See, I was supposed to meet her this evening.
I have to go back to New York instead.
I leave this afternoon.
I've written her a letter here explaining things.
Please see that she gets it.
I want her to move to New York with me.
I want her to be with me.
Do you, now?
She's mine.
She always has been, always will be.
Some of us don't regard other people as possessions.
She's had a lot to contend with lately
without dealing with you and your warped attitude.
You got a fucking nerve calling me warped, ain't you?
A man who dresses up as a woman.
False titties and a painted face?
I don't just dress as a woman, I live as one.
And I can sleep at night. My conscience is clear.
You think you know me?
Agh!
You don't know the first thing about me, Des.
Oh, I do, my darling.
Inside every gay basher, there beats the heart of a screaming queen.
See that she gets the letter.
That room's unoccupied, love.
Mr Quinn's staying here.
No, miss, he checked out this afternoon.
(Footsteps)
Oh.
I'm gonna mime tonight. I can't sing tonight.
(Sighs)
Have you seen the doctor yet?
What for?
Because you're pregnant.
I know your cycle better than you do.
I'm just late.
Joey's death and everything else.
- I'm just late. - Excuse me.
Who do you think you're talking to?
Hm?
Do you know who the father is?
And?
It's Tommy.
Tommy?
- Does he know? - Not yet.
Please don't say anything.
You are gonna tell him, aren't you?
Yeah. Course.
♪ DEEP PURPLE: Hush
♪ Na na-na na, na-na nah
♪ Na na nah
I love you, Cathy.
I know you do.
So where do we go from here?
I don't know.
I think I should buy us a flat.
Hm?
I think we should get married.
Be a real couple.
If that's what you want, Tommy.
That's what I want.
♪ Pop music
DESRAE: Quieten down, everybody. Oi.
Pipe down. Gather round, please.
Mum wants to say a few words.
This has been a very sad time...
for some of us, and...
...out of sadness comes joy.
And, Tommy, your dad would have been so proud of you,
to bring this joy back into our lives.
So, please, raise your glasses, to the beautiful bride and groom...
To Tommy and Cathy.
ALL: To Tommy and Cathy!
(Cheering)
Thank you for coming.
Cathy, darling, there's a phone call for you in the office.
He says it's important.
Hello?
Happy wedding day, Cathy.
How did you know?
- Who told you? - Tommy.
I speak to him quite often.
He's not the right man for you, Cathy.
- You don't know him. - Yes, I do.
Better than you think, maybe.
I'm expecting his baby, Eamonn.
Don't ring here again.
Fuck off!