Have you seen Supergirl?
Yes. With Mummy and Daddy.
I learnt this new song, um, at school today.
Go on then.
- He's freezing. - Yes, it's cold outside.
Been outside all day?
I don't have anywhere else I can take him.
You don't have to live in that awful place.
Evidently I do, since you appear to be living in my flat.
- Gonna kiss me good-bye, Christopher? - No.
Bill! What happened?
- Fell off my bike. - Are you all right?
- Yeah, I'm fine. - You look as if you need a drink.
- Yeah. - It's over-
Hey.!
- Hello, Alice. - Bill!
Hello!
No, you didn't.
Organization amongst the rioters was apparent...
with bricks or petrol bombs being moved up...
with some groups assigned to dig up paving stones and other masonry...
for use as ammunition.
Do you mind getting out of the way, Bill?
The onslaughts on the police lines were relentless and merciless.
What do you expect if you keep taking people's jobs away?
That's got nothing to do with it.
- Everything caught in the middle- - What do you mean?
Those people don't want jobs, at least not the kind they're qualified to do.
So even if we did manage to open all those steel mills...
and dog biscuit factories...
we wouldn't get them to sign on.
And who can blame them?
Are you trying to say they don't want to work?
Oh, I dare say they wouldn't mind being president of I.B. M...
or a TV star.
John McEnroe.
Obviously you don't know the first thing about unemployed kids.
- Who does? - I do! I defend them all the time.
Oh, you think that's the same as knowing them?
Roger does too. Don't you?
He teaches them.
Only little ones.
In Brighton, bewildered and angry residents were led to say-
What are they like?
Well, um, very nice.
We used to call ourselves "the kids,"remember?
What, back in the days of radical chic?
The vast majority of tonight's 230 casualties...
were policemen caught in the continuous chaos at the heart of the mob.
And, for the first time ever in memory in Britain...
a shotgun, and now a pistol, were used in the riot.
Well, how's Cheryl?
Oh, she's fine.
And your little boy? Sorry, I've forgotten his name.
They're separated.
I'm terribly so - I didn't understand.
L- I-I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, Roger.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- Are you all right? - Yes, thanks. I'm -
- My name's Bill Hooper. - Roger Miles.
If I understood what you were saying, we have a lot in common.
Oh.
My wife took my boy as well.
I see.
Bloody awful, isn't it?
Yes. It is.
Can I give you a lift?
Do you know Cheryl, my wife?
Eh?
She's amazing.
She's a bit of a star at university.
- That's where I met her. - Yeah.
That's where I met mine.
- She got sent down. - What for?
Valentine's Day dance. Putting acid in the punch.
Silly bitch. Sorry.
Nah. It was a bit irresponsible.
They put her on probation.
So she just walked off with your boy?
Well, ours.
- Didrt she give you any warning? - No.
Just came in from school one day, and they'd gone.
You seem very calm. I'd be bloody furious if that happened to me.
- I thought it did happen to you. - No.
No.
I left Emmy.
Oh.
Well, we gave each other total freedom...
and we hated each other for taking advantage of it.
Or maybe we just got married too young.
And, uh -
We used to say we'd met the right person...
but we'd met them far too soon.
- So you left her? - What? Yes.
- And your boy. - No. How could I leave my boy?
- Sorry. I thought you said - - I wasrt thinking. I didn't realize.
I didn't know she'd have some new boyfriend installed before you could say "knife. "
He sees Christopher six days a week, and, uh...
so naturally Christopher thinks he's his father, and, uh...
There's Daddy number two.
He can hardly remember who the fuck I am.
My God. She's a bloody bitch.!
Anyway...
otherwise I'd, uh - I'd never have -
I'm really sorry.
Oh?
You don't even seem to be angry.
I can't afford to get angry.
If I ever let myself get angry, I could do some real damage.
I've decided they really piss me off.
Women.
- What do you mean? - What?
All this relating - relationships, interrelating.
That's what they're good at.
Oh, don't get me wrong. I always endorse all that.
I used to argue feminism against women.
I was such a good boy, you know. I even joined a mers group once.
God, it's... really depressing.
Endless whinging and -
It's not like a womers group. They enjoy themselves.
They used to meet at our flat.
I used to hear them haranguing one another or, uh...
roaring with laughter...
while I was making the bloody tea.
I really envied them.
I knew at the time that they were right to be angry.
I knew they were absolutely justified.
I never disputed that for a moment.
All the same, they really piss me off.
Morning, old son. A good weekend?
- Go fuck yourself. - Not very civil.
- Ha-ha, ha-ha-ha! - Let me have it!
- I can run faster than you! - No, I wanted to be in editorial.
They didn't have any vacancies when I arrived.
Then I found out how badly they got treated in editorial.
Miserable pay, first to get fired, et cetera.
So then I decided to stick with marketing.
Might I have read anything you've marketed?
Yeah. Diana, Our Princess of Hearts.
No.
I missed that one.
- Do you like teaching? - Yeah, I've always enjoyed it.
Pay's not very good though, is it?
- I get nine and a half thousand. - Oh.
- What about you? - Twenty-three.
- I expect your wife costs you quite a lot. - No, no. She works at home.
Earns her own money. I give her about 150 quid a month to watch Christopher.
That's less than I give Cheryl.
- What, you're paying her money? - Well, you know, she's on the dole.
- Not fair.! - How much, for God's sake?
- Two hundred and fifty a month. - What?
That's all I can manage.
- I don't believe it. - Not fair.! Not fair.!
This woman steals your son, and you're paying her 250 quid a month?
Don't ever say that again, Bill.
I don't ever want to hear anything like that again.
Stop it. You're hurting me. Stop it.!
- Stop it! You're hurting me! - Now you've got it, and you'll pay for it!
- Christopher! Stop that! - Give it back!
You're hurting me!
- There's no need for that. - Sorry.
I bought this for all the girls I thought were gonna go off with me.
You might as well have it.
- Okay? - Hang on.
Right. Yeah.
Roger!
Hello, Richard. Hey. Mmm.
- Careful with that knife. - I'm perfectly safe.
Where's Roger?
Gone to the school. He'll be back in a minute.
Oh. Well, I have to leave Richard here.
I've got a dance class in half an hour, and my friend's had to go to a meeting.
- So if Roger could take him for the night - - I'm sure he can.
- You must be Bill. - Yes, I am.
- I'm Cheryl. - Yes.
You're married to that little Emmy Hooper.
- Oh, I didn't think she was that little. - Oh, you know what I mean.
No.
She's living with someone else. Is that right?
How is Roger?
- I worry about him. - He's all right.
You're not very forthcoming, are you?
No.
Good-looking, isn't she? Cheryl?
Yeah.
Don't know what she ever saw in me.
Here we are.
"The Way Forward" by Cheryl Langford.
Here's my favorite bit.
"No longer the cowering female victim in the alleyway...
"but the female sniper on the rooftop.
That will be the characteristic image of the new age that is dawning. "
That's good stuff.
"Recent genetic research has proved the inerent weakness...
"of the male-producing 'Y' chromosomes.
So, from his very inception -"
"So, from his very inception, we can see that the male of the species...
"is fundamentally inferior...
"and biologically aberrant to the female.
- Therefore -" - Bloody rubbish.
- It's only a joke. - Ajoke?
Yes. You mustrt take it too seriously.
What do you mean? What she's saying is that technically speaking...
men don't count as human beings.
- Balls! - She wants us dead. Don't you understand?
It's the quarterly bulletin of the Crouch End Womers Collective.
- It's a period piece. - She wants us dead.
What about you? Fancy a drop of the proper stuff?
I'll stick with this.
Why are you drinking so much? What's the matter with you?
I don't know. I should be on top of the world.
Susan and the children move back in at the weekend.
That's good, isn't it? I thought she was setting the lawyers on you.
She did.
Said she'd done it just to jerk my lead.
- What? - Jerk my lead!
- She said that? - Yeah.
Whoo-hoo-hoo!
I can't understand what you've been so miserable about.
I quite like being footloose and fancy-free...
not having those three little sods bouncing up and down on my bed...
at 6:00 yelling their heads off every morning.
So what you're saying is I should be enjoying myself, is that it?
Of course. This party, for example.
Can'te blanche.
All this time, Creighton, and you still don't bloody know me, do you?
Come on. There must be some compensations.
No, there aren't!
Cheryl found a new bloke yet?
No. She's not like that.
- Yeah, they all say that. - No, really.
She already lives with someone. A woman.
What?
Whoo! Bloody hell!
When you say "lives with" -
That's right.
How'd you know?
I've always known.
Now, you bring these to the table, Chris. There.
Okay, you bring them. I'll take these. Here we go.
Here's the sprouts. Serve them out!
Here's the sauce. Eat it like a horse!
Here's the "taties. " Tuck in, mateys.
Where's the turkey?
Arert we "lurkey"!
Didrt know you could hear with all that going on.
- Did you have a nice time? - He's all right. These are his things.
- Ooh! What did you get? - I hope this isn't going on all night.
- He's very tired. He needs some sleep. - He'll be fine.
- Why don't you come in for a drink? - Not bloody likely.
Well, then just wait here a minute. I'll go and get your present.
I don't want your presents. Give them to your fancy man.
Stop it!
And a merry Christmas to you!
And to you too. Bitch!
And a happy New Year to you all!
Bloody bitch!
She's taking Richard away.
What are you talking about? How can she?
She just is.
Where?
Australia.
What?
That's whereJeanie comes from.
Perth or somewhere.
- When? - Soon as she can get a visa.
Bloody bitch.
No. She's really quite upset.
She said perhaps I could visit in the Easter holidays.
Uh -
Get him back.
What?
Get him back from her.
- You mean, take him away? - Yes.
- But she's his mother. - And you're his father.
Why should you cave in, let her walk all over you?
Come on. Fight back.
- What, you mean kidnap him? - No.
No.
No, you do it legally.
How can I? We're not even divorced.
That doesn't matter. You get custody of him.
Uh -
I don't think I could take Cheryl to court.
You don't have to. All you need is a solicitor's letter.
A friend of mine's wife did just that. Hard-nosed formal letter.
Gave him the fright of his life. People do that now.
But I haven't got any grounds. You need grounds.
We'll think of some.
I couldn't.
Look, all you have to do is jerk her lead a bit. That's all. Just jerk her lead.
No.
There it is.
- I'm not sure about this. - Australia.
Right.
So, yes, she left seven months ago, but now she says that-
Don't say another word.
I'm sorry. I never act for a man in a custody case.
- What, not under any circumstances? - Matter of principle.
Oh.
Let me arrange for you to speak to one of my colleagues.
He'll help you.
David, have you got a few minutes to see a client?
Thanks.
You stay here, Bill.
Good luck.
- I was just reading your tits.
Yes.
- That what you really think? - Yes. Otherwise I wouldn't wear it.
Out! Get out!
- Can't have you riding with a rapist, can we? - For Christ's sake, Bill!
- You out too. - Don't be absurd.
Shut up and get out. I've had enough.
- I just don't believe this! - I do.
You can take this.
Will you pass Christopher out to me then?
Certainly not. He's a man, isn't he?
What the hell do you think you're playing at?
I told him you'd help him out. What's the matter with you?
Why have you become so serious?
- Serious? - Yes, you're so bloody serious.
You used to be a lot of fun.
You think Roger's wife is entitled to the kid because she's a woman, don't you?
- Yes, I do! - Yeah.
We've known each other a long time. You could have made an exception.
Do you know what, Bill? I think you've always taken things far too personally.
I told him I'd always known Cheryl was gay.
He said in that case the judge would probably decide I'd condoned it...
and have Richard taken into care.
- Christ. - Well, fuck that!
Couldrt he come up with some sort of compromise?
Compromise?
She's taking him to Australia.
What sort of compromise do you suggest - Singapore?
I'll find another bloody lawyer.
Once he finds out that you knew about Cheryl -
- I won't tell him. - That's dishonest.
Oh, dear. Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear!
You were right, Bill.
Bloody women. They do want us dead.
He's my son!
So you had absolutely no idea...
your wife was subject to these tendencies?
Mmm, none whatsoever.
Good.
And how did you find out?
- My son told me. - Oh, excellent.
What did he say?
That she shares a bed with this woman.
- Who is a known lesbian? - Yes.
She got married once.
Excuse me?
To another woman.
I've got a cutting about it somewhere from Gay News.
I don't know if she's had a divorce.
Well, this is most promising.
And where has your wife taken the boy?
- Um, Brixton. - Oh, wonderful.
Now, then...
under the Guardianship of Minors Act...
the court's first consideration must always be that of the welfare of the child.
Normally a judge would feel, looking at it from the child's point of view...
that the enforced removal of that child...
from the care of one parent could only ever be justified...
in the most extreme circumstances.
Of course. Of course.
However, fortunately, these are extreme circumstances.
- Are they? - Oh, yes.
Lesbianism has never been illegal in this country...
but I think it is true to say it's something most judges take a fairly dim view of.
Right.
So, perhaps at this point, we should avail ourselves of some expert opinion.
Oh. I thought that's what we were doing.
No. No, Mr. Miles.
You'll, uh, need a barrister.
Ah. I see.
So perhaps at this point...
it might be appropriate to raise the matter of costs.
Mm-hmm.
In law, as in most things...
we get what we pay for.
And I would like you to have the benefit of the very best.
Unfortunately...
that does tend to come rather expensive.
I see. How much?
If we're lucky, we might get away with £400.
Well, that's all right, I suppose.
Per diem.
Ah.
Uh, how many, um, days?
Difficult to say.
Three, as a general rule. Possibly four.
And, of course, there would be my own fees.
Uh, the trouble is, I'm a bit strapped at the moment.
Sorry.
We upped the mortgage last year, and that put a bit of pressure on -
Quite. Quite.
It is as well to give all this very careful consideration.
No, it's all right. Don't worry. We'll manage.
Oh, good. Well, then let me see if I can make an appointment.
It's all right.
Uh, no. No, Mr. Miles.
I think, if possible, we should try and arrange something directly.
This way.
- I can't let you pay for this. - I'm not going to.
I'm just gonna help you out.
I don't know.
How much can you get hold of?
Eight hundred, a thousand perhaps.
I'll pay anything over a thousand.
- Perhaps I should sell the house. - Look, just take the money.
I'm not doing anything else with it.
- I'll pay you back. - Fine. Don't worry about it.
- With interest. - Great.
We were lucky to get Mr. Varda.
He really is very able.
One of the best of the younger men.
Oh, good.
Quick smash and grab in the county court, if we can get away with it, don't you think, Leonard?
A bit of a long shot, isn't it?
I would have thought we'd stand a better chance with the magistrates.
Not much fun though, is it? Also a bit hit-and-miss.
What we need is the right judge.
- Hello. Harry? - Yes, Mr. Varda?
Find out who's on at Battersea, will you, this afternoon?
- You're looking well. - Bought a yacht. Sixty foot.
Picked it up cheap. Yard was going bust.
- Really? - I want to take it to Barbados this summer.
Yes, Harry?
- Judge Kirby-Smith, sir. - Terrific!
See if you could book us in, will you?
Well, that is convenient, isn't it, Leonard?
- Catholic, isn't he? - No. But very high.
Censorious old bugger anyway.
I say "old," but he's probably not much more than 50.
Which means we can rely on him for the next 20 years, with any luck.
What Mr. Varda has in mind, and I couldn't agree more...
is an ex parte application before a county court judge...
which means we'll be applying for an order which will direct your wife...
to surrender care and control of your child.
We do have reason to believe that this particularjudge sitting this afternoon...
is liable to take a very serious view of your wife's lifestyle.
On account of her being a naughty girl.
If so, we should be able to obtain custody of your son.
- When? - This afternoon.
- What? - That's right.
- Doesrt Cheryl have to be there? - No, no, no.
Hence the phrase "ex parte. "
Are you allowed to do that?
Sorry.
It'll only be a temporary order.
We'll have to go back before thejudge, very probably within seven days...
at which time your wife will be at liberty to contest your claims...
and we shall be obliged to substantiate them.
Yes, Harry?
- 3:15 do you, sir? - Well done, Harry.
Should do it if the traffic's kind.
Now, this is your affidavit, Mr. Miles.
It sets out your reasons for applying for care and control.
Should be all right. Bound to be really.
Always rely on Kirby-Smith for a genuinely reactionary decision.
We'll put all these points orally, of course, but thejudge generally does-
Some of the big-city judges are starting to give custody to lesbians.
Kirby-Smith would rather have a child taken out and shot.
- Would you care to run your eyes over it? - Have we met somewhere?
A party at Sally and Sam's.
Oh, yes. That was it.
- Three-eighty on the clock, guv. - How are you feeling?
Well, rather excited.
- Bit of a prick, isn't he? Varda? - A prick is just what we need.
- Thank you. - Thanks a lot.
Straight in.
- Tie's loose. - Oh.
- It's in chambers, I'm afraid. - What?
No spectators.
Good luck.
- My God, you've only been five minutes. - Nine, actually.
Still it all went very smoothly. I must dash.
When shall we three meet again?
Or four.
I'll phone you tomorrow.
- How did it go? - Very smoothly.
I think we probably have very little time to waste.
Come on.
It's very depressing round here. Do you know it at all?
Yes, I've lived here for years.
Ah.
I live near Ascot myself.
Excuse me.
- Do you have any children, Mr. Hooper? - Yeah. Little boy, six.
Ah. Nice age.
Here she is.
What the fuck do you mean, sir?
Who did you say you were?
- Who are you from? What did you say? - Bond Street tube.
What have they done with my son? Where is he?
Bond Street all right for you?
Oh, yes. Perfect.
Good afternoon.
- Are you all right? - Yes. Why do you ask?
Well, you spoke to me.
Yes, I'm fine.
Well, would you like a cup of tea?
Is he in?
No - No one's in.
When do you expect him back?
- Oh, Bill. - What?
He moved out last month.
Well, why didn't you tell me?
You never gave me a chance.
- Don't you see him anymore? - Sometimes.
But it's over.
Are you angry with me?
I didn't much like your carving that word on my front door.
- I'm sorry. - I had to pay the porter to take it off.
- How much? - Ten quid.
Oh.
Take it.
Okay.
I've decided to get a flat.
Oh. That's good. Where -Whereabouts?
Hmm? Just round here.
I'm, uh -Well, you know, I'm keeping my eye on the papers.
Yes, I thought I could have Chris for the odd night.
- You know, if you don't mind. - Of course I don't mind. I'd be delighted.
It's what I want. Some rational arrangement.
Oh. Good.
Good.
Anyway, I'd better be going now.
Nice to see you again.
Look, if there's anything, uh-
No.
Hey. What are you doing down there?
Just listening.
Yeah. The barrister's dynamite.
Awful bugger called Mark Varda.
- Really? I think I was at school with him. - Oh, yes?
What's he like?
Posh, dark, rich.
- How about yours? - Short, fat and miserable.
Used to get bullied all the time.
Mostly by me, if the truth be told.
He was also conspicuously smelly.
Used to pong the place out.
Well, he owns a yacht now.
We used to call him shit-bum.
It was one of those very expensive schools, was it?
- Mm-hmm.
Well, I'm glad you've cheered up.
- Yeah, I have been a bit of a pain, haven't I? - You've been terrible.
- Never knew what you were gonna come out with next. - Oh, it wasrt that bad.
You called me a hopeless alcoholic.
Well, you are a hopeless alcoholic.
Wort be a minute.
- What's her name? - Mary Hall.
- She's all right, isn't she? - You mean to say you hadrt noticed?
No, not really.
Mary Hall.
This is, uh, really good. Just what we wanted.
- Thank you. - It's terrific.
- Is anything the matter? - No.
It just seems such a long time.
I thought it was like riding a bicycle.
Also, it's, uh -
What?
Well, I'm not used to it being so easy.
See, when I was your age, I - It was the middle of the sexual revolution, and...
I can't tell you the rigmarole we all had to go through.
It's cold.
I don't see there's any need for all that song and dance.
No.
I really like these.
God, they're terrific.
- Do you sell many of them? - Hardly ever.
Don't you mind?
No.
I would. I - Well, I did.
I used to write novels, and, uh -
They kept getting rejected.
Anyway, I - I burned the bloody lot.
You gave up?
Yes.
I only do it because I enjoy it.
Tell me. Don't you hate doing illustrations for...
you know, rubbishy part-works of-
No.
It means I can afford to go on doing these.
Now, that's terrific.
Will you sell it to me?
I'll give it to you.
Hello.
Yes, I'm afraid there's been a half hour delay.
Fancy a spot of fresh air?
Ah, South London has a flavor all of its own, doesn't it?
Hello, muck! Hiya, mire!
They're still out then, the dustmen?
The awkward squad, eh?
So exhilarating living in a period of radical change.
I suppose you think they're overpaid.
On the contrary, I think they should be paid twice as much.
They should employ half as many people.
What to do with the surplus people - that seems to be the problem.
It's not about pay, actually.
It's about the council wanting to employ private contractors.
I suppose change is the last thing you'd want, isn't it?
What are you talking about?
Arert you a member of the "forever young" generation...
still hanging on to your illusions?
Certainly not. I have no illusions whatsoever.
I don't see what's so wrong with illusions.
Word in your ear.
Now, this is important. Absolutely no reaction.
- Oh, my God. - What's the problem?
- I thought solicitors werert allowed in court. - County court they can.
Don't worry. We've got her over a barrel.
Want to come in this time?
- I didn't think- - I'm sure we could swing it.
You've done so much, seems unfair to make you miss all the fun. Leonard.
- Go straight up. - Can we use an unpaid clerk?
What?
I suppose so. Sit next to me. Don't say a word.
Bow to the judge when we arrive.
Your Honor, uh, may I have a word with my learned friend?
- Very well, Miss Powell. - Thank you.
What the hell do you think you're doing?
If I were to report you, your feet wouldn't touch the ground.
You're not going to be boring about this, are you, Janie?
When you're ready, Miss Powell.
Yes, Your Honor.
So, Your Honor...
on the one hand we have the father...
a man with a record of 15 years' service to his profession.
On the other hand, the mother...
who also possesses a record of sorts.
Sent down from university for a prank involving narcotics.
Suspended sentence for disorderly conduct...
at an antigovernment demonstration, March, 1971.
Fined for shoplifting, July, 1973.
Passport withdrawn for one year, following an assault on a customs officer...
in Italy, June, 1974.
I should also like to draw to Your Honor's attention...
a series of articles and pamphlets...
notably this publication...
of the Crouch End Womers Collective...
which I believe...
has an especially relevant bearing on Mrs. Miles's suitability...
as the sole guardian of a young son.
- Your relationship with Miss Bryant. - Yes?
- How long has it been going on? - About 18 months.
So this was before your separation from Mr. Miles, in other words?
Yes.
And this was from the outset a sexual relationship?
Yes. It was.
And did you conceal this from your husband?
No.
And what was your husband's attitude to the relationship?
He didn't mind.
- He didn't mind? - No.
I think he rather liked it.
So you had absolutely no idea...
that your wife was indulging in these practices while you were living with her?
None whatsoever.
And had you discovered that she was indulging in these practices...
can you tell us what your reaction would have been?
- I would have been very shocked. - He's lying. You know you're lying.
Will you please be quiet.!
Sorry.
I submit we may safely disregard...
my client's high-spirited iconoclasm...
of more than 10 years ago...
and the minor scrapes into which she has, like many another ofher generation...
been led.
Uh, as we've heard today, she's put all this far behind her...
and she now takes not the slightest interest in any of the modern-
current radical feminist movements.
As to her relationship with Miss Bryant...
which my client strongly maintains her husband was not only aware of...
but actually encouraged...
Your Honor is certainly aware of many recent cases...
in which the principle that a lesbian preference...
in no way diminishes a womars ability to be a good mother...
has been upheld.
I am prepared to accept Miss Powell's contention...
that her client's writings and former opinions...
however forcibly expressed, have no bearing on the present situation.
However...
I cannot pretend to have gained a very reassuring impression...
of Mrs. Miles's character and stability...
and I continue to regard the matter of her open lesbianism with considerable seriousness.
I fully appreciate that another court might take a more lenient view...
but this is not another court.
Mr. Miles's failure to be aware of what was going on under his nose...
may lay him open to accusations of naļiļveté...
but it is not a crime to be unobservant, and I see no reason to doubt his word in this.
The fact remains that a lesbian relationship...
is not a proper setting for the rearing of a child...
particularly when that child is a boy.
I therefore see no reason to vary my earlier order...
giving interim custody, care and control of the child to Mr. Miles.
I now order a welfare report in this matter.
- I shall require an affidavit from the applicant within 28 days...
And a reply from the respondent in 28 days thereafter.
May I ask Your Honor to reserve this matter to yourself?
Yes. I don't see why not.
The hearing of the full application will be set down...
once both parties have filed certificates of readiness.
Well, the next time should be a formality.
The trick was to get the judge to agree to preside over the final hearing.
Same judge, same verdict. That's the beauty of the system.
I wish she hadrt cried. Cheryl never cries.
Well -
Hooper!
You really are a vile and despicable bastard!
It was all very well her crying.
I mean, you were crying when I first met you.
She didn't care, did she?
I suppose not.
She just tried to put one over on us. That's all.
And we put one over on her.
Yeah.
- I'll be able to cook for you when my flat is ready. - Great.
I don't know many people your age.
Those I do, you never seem to get...
very exercised.
About anything. Do you?
Is that fair?
I'm not sure you can generalize.
Well, you know. I mean, we've known each other-
How long? What? Six weeks, isn't it?
And, uh...
do you know we've never had a single argument?
Never had a breath of disagreement.
Well, isn't that good?
Well, yes.
When I was at university...
say, um, you had to fight all the way.
It was all a question of...
negotiated settlements.
- Sounds exhausting. - Well, yes.
Huh. It was.
But you preferred it that way?
No.
No, I didn't say that.
If there's anything we can do to make it better for you...
you have to tell me.
You misunderstand me. I'm just saying it -
It's not what I'm used to. That's all.
There it is.
I don't suppose any of our friends will ever speak to me again.
- What, because of Cheryl? - Yeah.
Janie Powell certainly won't.
I used to know Cheryl a bit. I always thought she was a really patronizing bitch.
- Did you? - Then I realized it was all front. She's actually very weak.
Anyway, I don't see what you did wrong.
She had no right to bunk off to Australia with the little boy.
Anyway, the judge decided Roger would make a better parent.
- That's not your fault, is it? - No. I suppose not.
Here we are.
Huh.
One thing...
if you got this far, doesn't look as though you're ever planning to come back to me.
Well, do you want me to come back?
Supposing I said yes?
Well, then, I'd come back.
- Got your fingers crossed. - I haven't.
You wouldn't do it.
Well, try me then.
Yes, we were pretty bad in the end, werert we?
Awful.
I can always sell this place, you know, if we -
We could have had this conversation months ago. Why didn't we?
Because we felt things so strongly. The feelings always got in the way.
You are the love of my life though.
Oh, yes.
You just can't stand to live with me. That's all.
- This is really nice. - Do you like it?
Do you think Christopher will like it?
- I'm going to show him on Saturday. - Mmm.
You can't stand to live with me either, can you?
Perhaps you're right.
Tell you the truth, I'm much happier on my own.
For the time being anyway.
Well, we shall just have to bring up Christopher as best we can.
- Yes. - As long as I can have a - a part of him.
You do. Of course you will.
You're his father.
And you're a good father.
Ah.
I've really enjoyed seeing you again.
I must fetch Christopher.
What's the matter?
I don't know.
Something I've been meaning to tell you for some time now, and, uh -
I think we should stop seeing each other.
Why?
It's nothing to do with you. It's just me. It's something I'm going through. I -
I'm no good to you.
But you are. You are.
It's just my feelings are all used up. I -
I can't seem to care anymore. So -
- I've got nothing left to give. - Of course you have.
And even if it's true, I don't mind.
Hmm.
I'm sorry.
- There isn't someone else? - No, it's not like that.
It's just me.
Do you like being on your own?
No, I don't like it, but it seems to be what's required.
I suppose it's nobody's fault.
No.
Bill.
- I was going to ask you. - What's that?
- I wanted us to have a baby. - Oh, God, no.
That's not what I mean.
- So- I want to explain to you. - It doesn't matter.
It does. That's what I'm trying to talk to you about.
It's Christopher.
Emmy and I were all right until he was born.
That's when it started to go wrong.
All -All the love that's going, they take it all.
They...
suck you dry.
I couldn't stand living with him anymore.
So, when I left, it wasrt Emmy I was leaving.
It was him.
- Yeah. - Hello?
- Hello, Bill? It's Roger. - Roger?
- Yeah. Hi, Bill. Sorry- Sorry if I woke you. - Roger?
Yes. We -We got the final hearing.
- Yeah, uh - - 3:00, Battersea.
- 3:00. - Yeah. Okay?
- Yeah. - I'll see you there.
- I'll be there. - All right. Thanks. Sorry.
- Sorry to - Bye. - Yeah.
- Is there anything I can do? - Mind your own fucking business.
I see there's no provision in the agreed order...
to prevent the boy being taken to his mother's present home.
Your Honor, arrangements for access have been made...
to the satisfaction ofboth parties.
What the parties have agreed to and what the court feels to be the correct solution...
are not necessarily one and the same thing.
Mr. Miles has no objection to the access arrangement.
He may well not, Mr. Varda, but I do.
In my judgment, as long as the mother continues to live in her present circumstances...
there can be no question of the child being allowed access visits to her address.
- It's yourjob to know. - It's not myjob to know.
It's myjob to advise you. I don't know exactly what they're gonna give you.
- You're supposed to fucking know. - I don't know. Stop swearing! This is a court of law.
- You smug - - I beg your pardon.
- If you're not careful - - You'll be in fucking hospital.
- Oh, yes. And who's gonna do that? - Me, mate. Yeah.
Congratulations.
Tell me something. Just as a matter of interest.
Anything similar in your own life?
What do you mean?
Separation, divorce...
afraid of losing a child?
Yeah, I suppose so.
Thought as much. It's always the way.
Crony in the background vicariously working out his own anger- or her.
Much more commonly a woman of course.
Is it?
Anyway, hope you're feeling better now.
Tell me something.
Does the name shit-bum mean anything to you?
What an extraordinary thing to say.
Fucking -
Get off!
Get your fuckir hands off me! Get off!
Bill.
Oh, God.
Oh!
I hate this... filthy, horrible place.
Yeah.
- I wish they'd build on it. - All right.
You make me sick! You wouldn't have done any of this if it hadrt been for me.
- I would. - You bloody wouldn't!
You only wanted to get a solicitor's letter.
Bollocks!
I played a part in this as well.
- You can't deny that. - I don't.
And I didn't do it for you either.
I was thinking of Emmy, and I was thinking of Christopher.
No, I wasrt! I was thinking of me!
I didn't think of anyone else but me.
I just wanted to hit out!
- I wanted to do some damage! - I know that.
I'm not a complete idiot.
Come on. I want you to come home with me.
- No. I can't. - I think you should.
Now?
How is he? Ah!
- He's had a bit of a cold. - He's fine.
How did it go?
Same as we thought, except the judge added a provision...
that he's not supposed to visit you where you live.
But we don't have to worry about that.
So that's it.
- It's over. - Right.
- Have to rush. - What time shall I bring him over tomorrow?
- About 6:00. - Fine.
- Bye now. - Bye-bye, Mummy.
Cheryl.
Your bag.
Thanks.
Okay. That's it.
Bye-bye. Take care.
What's that called?
The Spanish conquer the universe.
We've been talking it over.
Wejust want to share him.
- But you can't. The judge - - Bugger that.
How are they going to find out?
- You gonna tell them? - No.
I don't understand.
I asked Jane if we could just skip the whole thing today, say we'd come to an agreement...
but she said the judge is so bloody-minded he might have turned against us...
and have Richard taken into care.
Oh, I see.
What about Australia?
She decided against it.
Jeanie's going on her own now.
Oh.
- When you get the bills, um - - I've had Scruby's already.
Yeah? How was it?
- Colossal. - Oh.
Well, uh - Look, you know, just -
- It's all right. - No. We agreed.
It's all right.
- Cheryl's gonna help me out. - Cheryl?
She's got a job.
Oh.
Oh. Huh.
I don't expect we'll be seeing so much of each other.
No.
But, you know -
Ah.
Well, I'm glad it worked out.
It did work out, didn't it, though?
I think we did the right thing.
Well, we certainly jerked her lead.
Why did you have to say that?
I wouldn't have.
Except it's true.