Way Upstream (1987) - full transcript

I will say once again,

I am very sorry
to have kept you all waiting.

I'm sorry you had to sit in a pub
for two and a half hours.

I'm deeply sorry
that as a result of all that,

we are starting this holiday
four hours late.

But it was not altogether my fault.

It wasn't altogether
Keith's fault, you know, June.

No, he couldn't help it.

Hadforth's Bounty,
this is the one.

Thank goodness. It would be the last one.

Wait there, just wait there.



Oh. It looks quite small, doesn't it?

- Can you manage?
- Yes, yes, I'm all right.

- Someone pass the luggage aboard, please.
- Oh, yes, I'll get it.

June. June, my darling.

- Would you do something, please?
- What?

Would you pass
your luggage aboard, please?

I would like to get
your luggage aboard, if I may.

Thank you, my dear. May I help you aboard?

I can manage. Thank you.

Right, she can manage.
Fair enough.

Oh, damn it, damn it.

- On it comes.
- Help, Alistair. Help her.

Oh, yes.

Uh, do you want any help, um, June?



She doesn't need any help.
You heard what the lady said.

Blimey, she's barely in.
Here let me, June.

I'm all right.
I'm all right. I'm all right.

- Welcome aboard, darling.
- I told you, Keith.

First thing tomorrow morning,
I'm going straight home.

Fine, fine.

Oh, dear God. I don't believe it.
I don't believe it.

Sorry.

- Thank you, Emma. What's this?
- First aid box.

- Expecting trouble, are you?
- You never know.

They've just got to be joking,
got to be joking.

- What are these?
- Life jackets.

- Oh, will we need them?
- This is has got to be some joke.

If they think anyone's going to sleep
in that little broom cupboard.

-Come on, darling.
-Well, have you looked?

Now, I know you're determined
to hate everything.

No, seriously. Have you looked?

Yes, you've made your point. Don't go on.

No, please. Take a look.
I want you to look.

I don't need to look.
I know what's down there.

I chose this boat meself. I ordered it.

You didn't order this boat.
You ordered a completely different one.

All right, then I ordered
a very similar boat.

- You ordered a bigger boat.
- Alistair.

You let him put you off
with some feeble excuse.

- Pass your luggage down, please.
- Oh, yeah. Thanks.

Just go and look in the dog-kennelly
laughing little bedroom.

-Give yourself a laugh.
-Right.

No, I mean, seriously.

This has got to be the sickest joke
I've ever heard.

Four people expected to live
on this for ten days?

We couldn't survive.

She's always the same.

-Happy holidays, eh?
-She's always the same.

Satisfactory?

As a lavatory, this leaves
a great deal to be desired.

-Splendid. I'm so pleased.
-Is this the only one?

Oh, good Lord no.

There's seven more up forward.
Take your pick.

Seriously, Keith. A joke's a joke.

First thing in the morning.
I'm sorry, I'm off home.

Fine. It's your holiday. It's your choice.

I beg your pardon. This is not my holiday.

My holiday, when I have one,

will be in a comfortable hotel,
somewhere warm,

with a decent bed in a room
with space to swing a hamster,

and not in a floating rabbit hutch
on an open sewer.

Terrific. Isn't she terrific?

Great woman to be married to, bags of fun.

That's what I've always liked about her,
fantastic sense of adventure.

-It's okay, Keith.
-Of all the women there are in the world.

It's okay.

Why do we bother mating? Why do we bother?

It's a lovely
little front bedroom down there.

Forward cabin,
that's called your forward cabin.

Yes, sweet little beds.

-Bunks.
-Bunks.

I think it's brilliant, the way they fit
everything into the space.

Bless you, Emma. Thank you.
That is music to my ears.

Somebody actually enthusing,
actually showing some pleasure.

It's so rare. Thank you.

Well. You have to make the best of it,
haven't you? Oops.

She's a nice little craft, this, you know.

Nice little craft.

-Mm.
-Plenty of fenders, you see.

I mean, that's good. That's good.

The thing about Hanforth's boats
is they're not cheap,

but they'll never rent you rubbish.

-There you see, same this side.
-Ah, good.

Ah, this is gonna be
a great holiday, Alistair.

Just saying Emma,
it's gonna be a great holiday, this.

-Oh, yes.
-Fresh horizons.

As long as we don't sink.

Sink? You'd have to have a job
to sink this.

-Which way do we go, up or downstream?
-Upstream, of course.

-How far are we going?
-All the way. As far as we can.

-How far is that?
-Armageddon Bridge, that's the limit.

You can't navigate beyond there.

Right then.

-Ready for the off?
-Mm. Oh, right.

Let's give her a turn, see how she sounds.

Come on, my beauty.

Listen to that. Listen to that.

-Check astern, will you?
-How what?

Check astern,
see if the cooling system's working.

-Where?
-Go on, have a look.

Okay.

What's all this ghastly noise?

Well, what do you think it is?
It's the engine.

-How long does it go on?
-All the time.

-I'm not living with that.
-Well, you're gonna have to.

-Not for ten days.
-I thought you were going home, anyway.

How's it look?

Very splendid. What am I looking for?

Well, you see
where the smoke's coming out?

Yes.

Well, you should be getting water as well.

That means your engine
cooling system's functioning.

Otherwise, you're overheating.

Eventually, bang,
the engine blows up under you.

Oh, my God.

Right, stand by to cast off.

Now don't let your rope
trail in the water, will you?

Otherwise you'll foul your props.

Okay, yes, can't have that.

- Are you ready?
- Yes.

And away we go.

I tell you,
a small firm like ours,

small factory, low overheads,
competitive labour costs.

-You've got to win, hands down.
-Yes.

Anyway, it's all Martin Cook's problem
for the next 12 days.

I've instructed him
that if he gets any sort of trouble

from Ray Duffy, or any other employee,
he's to throw the book at them.

It's time we got tough, Alistair.

You know what'll finally
bring this country down?

-What?
-It's when we finally give in,

once and for all,
to people like Ray Duffy.

Well, I'm sorry.

If he wants what's mine,
he's gonna have to fight me for it.

'Morning to you.

Marvellous thing about the river,
great feeling of camaraderie.

-Yes.
-Only get that on the river.

You've got to admit it, June.
It's terrific.

Admit it.

-Hadforth Brick Works.
-What?

Hadforth Brick Works,
just passing the starboard.

Well, wow. I must just
dash off a postcard.

Ah, thank you, my love.

You don't need to wear that
all the time, you know.

-I know. I just feel safer in it.
-It's quite safe.

I know. I just feel safer,
that's all. Alistair?

-Yes?
-Coffee.

- Oh, marvellous. What have you got on?
- My life jacket.

- You don't need that on, do you?
- Probably not.

She doesn't need
her life jacket on, does she?

-No.
-Has she got her life jacket on?

-Yes.
-Sweet.

I just feel safer with it, that's all.

I just don't know why
everyone's making such a fuss.

Ah, it's a coot.
There, do you see it? Coot there.

Oh, yes.

- Darling.
- What?

A coot over there. Do you see it?
Just gone into the reeds.

- A what?
- A coot, a little bird.

Keith, the river is bristling
with bloody birds.

-You know an awful lot about rivers.
-Just a bit.

He knows nothing.
He gets it all out of a book.

Man your heads, bridge coming up.

Oh, my God, I knew it.
Alistair, what's happening?

It's a bridge,
at the Hadforth rail line.

Oh, yes.

Not used anymore.
Closed on the breaching.

-Staying below?
-Yeah, just for a bit.

Make the helmsman a bacon sandwich.
There's a love.

Yes, all right.

Beats slaving over a hot wheel
up here.

Better give these decks
a thorough going over this evening.

- Yes.
- Bit of the old division of labour.

I take the helm. You do the decks.
Emma does the food.

Ah, thank you, my love.

You see boats are a society in miniature.

Everyone has a role.
Everyone has a function.

-What's your function, June?
-Ornament.

Sheer ornament.

'Afternoon.

I'm not gonna be able
to stick ten days of this, you know.

No?

You know, I actually loathe him.
Isn't that awful?

No, you don't loathe him, June.

Oh, well, he's just so unspeakable.
He's an awful man.

Do you know there actually are some men,

there really are,
who understand women, intimately.

When they make love to you,
it's as though it were an act of worship.

-God, June.
-No, really, honestly.

And there are men of imagination,
men of panache, men of--

-Savoir faire?
-Yes.

They're not all insensitive,
little, sex-starved ferrets.

Ah, there she is.

Hello there, Mrs Hatfield! Good afternoon!

Yoo hoo! Good afternoon!

-Who's that? Is that Mrs Hatfield?
-It is indeed.

What's Mrs Hatfield doing here?

I made arrangements
for her to report in.

- How often?
- Every day.

- Every day?
- If necessary.

- Stand by on the bow line, please.
- Oh, yes, right-o.

Get the bow line, Alistair.
The one in the front.

Oh, yes, right.

Got a few land lubbers on board
I'm afraid, Mrs Hatfield.

Oh, well, soon find
their sea legs, no doubt.

Excuse me.

-What's going on?
-We're docking with Mrs Hatfield.

That's lovely. I like that.

-What is it?
-My life jacket.

Nice colour.

-Do you have to wear it?
-Yes.

Catch, Mrs Hatfield.

-Whoops.
-Okay.

-Well done.
-Okay, now.

- Hang on to that, Mrs Hatfield.
- I will, yes.

Whoops.

Right. Stand by the stern line.

This is Hell, I'm seeing Hell.

They're swinging
out at the back. Did you know?

Yeah, but that's because you're swinging
your rope, Mrs Hatfield.

Don't swing your rope.
Keep your rope flat.

Oh, for God's sake.
Please speak English.

Perhaps if you turned
your steering wheel the other way.

Just a second, just a second.

Uh, we're still swinging out
to the middle of the river.

-Did you know?
-I know! I know! Just a minute!

Lean back.
Lean back, Mrs Hatfield. Tie off.

I'm trying.

There's nothing to tie this to at all.

-Ballard, use your ballard.
-I don't have a ballard.

All right, all right.
All right Emma, take the helm.

-Me?
-Come on, take the helm.

- Keep it hard aport.
- Hard aport?

Alistair, take this, give me that.

Right. Now, try and push it back
towards the bank.

I don't know what I'm doing here.

I just don't know
what I'm supposed to be doing.

I'm sorry, Mr Taylor.
I'm gonna have to let go.

No, don't let go.

June, in the starboard locker
there's a round anchor.

- Throw Mrs Hatfield a round anchor.
- What?

Oh, June come on. For the love of Mike.

All right, just a minute. Just a minute.

I can't reach
the bottom with this.

Emma, give us a touch astern will you?
Very gently.

I don't know what he's talking about.

Mrs Hatfield, will you stop
pulling your rope?

I am not pulling it.
It's just pulling me.

All right, sorry.

So, so sorry.

Emma, what the hell are you doing?

-Sorry.
-I don't know what I'm doing.

I said I don't know!

We seem to have lost a bit
of the camaraderie of the river.

Just listen to instructions,
and do as you're told, all right?

Do as you are told!

Will you stop that hooting,
you stupid bastard?

Sorry about that. Sorry.

I've got a few things in the car
for you to sign, Mr Taylor.

-Mr Cook in control, is he?
-No apparent problems.

Mr Duffy has arranged to see him
at three o'clock this afternoon.

-Oh, has he?
-Oh, Lord.

You tell Mr Cook he has my full authority

-to be as firm with Ray Duffy as he likes.
-Yes, Mr Taylor.

Keith, I think we ought to find out first

if Ray Duffy is representing
the general feelings of the workforce.

No, we don't.

Ray Duffy represents nobody but Ray Duffy.

Listen, I just want to say this.

I don't want to get heavy,
but… there's a basic rule of the sea,

and of the river just as much.

Big ship, small boat like ours,
it doesn't matter.

Oh, come on. Get on with it.

On any boat,
there can only be one Skipper, okay?

One guy who actually gives the orders.

And it's got to be that way,
otherwise it's bedlam.

Now, I don't mind taking the job.

I don't mind the responsibility.

But I've got to have your support.

Okay, make sense?

-Yeah, it's fine.
-Yes? He'll have us all saluting next.

-Ah, come on. I'm not saying that.
-He is not saying that, June.

-No, he's not saying that.
-All I'm saying--

All right. Aye, aye. Fine.

Permission to go below, sir? Thank you.

I mean, what's the point?

All I'm saying, is there's got to be
an element of order.

Otherwise we'll finish up in the weir.
That's all I'm saying.

Yes, that's agreed then.
You're the Skipper.

-Emma?
-Yes, if that's what you both want.

Right. Fair enough.

I mean, he's behaving selfishly.
And this takes just about the bloody cake.

Promising me a holiday for a year

and then seriously expecting
me to put up with this.

What's wrong with you?

Absolutely unbelievable,
even for you.

- You want this in there.
- Oh, thank you.

I'll bring it through.

Ow.

- That your head?
- Yes.

Oh.

I mean, what sort of holiday
is this boat thing, for me?

- I haven't got the faintest idea.
- Exactly.

What the hell do you want from me?

I want you
to respect me as a woman.

That's what I want.

No, why should I?

What have I got to shush about?

Alistair?

Did they wake you?

Yes.

I don't think I can stand this
every night.

Things are apparently a bit awful.
June was telling me.

It's all gone wrong, apparently.
Poor June.

Poor Keith, really.

I thought you'd given up.

It happened again, didn't it? Today.

-What?
-Him appointing himself Skipper.

I mean he just assumed.
He never even asked you.

Me? I wouldn't want to be Skipper.

-I don't know anything about Skippering.
-Well…

It's not his boat.

We've all rented it together.
It's our boat.

It's the same with the firm.

You're supposed to be equal partners.
You'd never know.

-Are you enjoying that?
-No.

If I was--

If you ever thought I was
in great danger, say ever?

If I-I ever needed you,
because I was in danger…

and you had to sort of protect me
from something

or-or-or defend me, what would you do?

I mean, if it was really
dangerous for you?

I'd probably run the other way.

Oh, Alistair.

Come on, then.
You tell me. You tell me.

You know so bloody much
about what's normal, and what's average.

Oh.

Ooh.

It would've been nice, just the two of us.

I should have suggested it,
shouldn't I?

You know, I had this idea, this daydream.

We'd just cruise up the river
until we got to this island somewhere,

a very small island, deserted.

And then--

I don't know.

-Well.
-What?

We'd, and I'd--

We'd swim,

off the boat,

and we'd get on this island, and--

And what?

We'd sit there for a bit.

Oh.

-Well.
-Is that all?

Yep.

I'm a rotten swimmer. You know that.

Yes.

Alistair, do you still love me?

Yes.

Do you still want me, physically I mean?

Yes.

-Yes, I'm sure.
-I'm sorry, I should… I'm sorry.

That's all right.

No, I mean yes.

A bit difficult now, on the boat.

It's all right, you don't have to--

I mean, if I haven't, it's only because--

-No, no. I don't--
-It's not…

It's not…

It's not you.

I promise.

-No, I didn't mean that.
-Good, because it isn't.

-No, I know.
-Really.

-Don't worry.
-No.

-Don't worry for me.
-No.

-Time for bed.
-Yes.

Yoo-hoo. Good morning.

- Good morning, Mrs Hatfield.
- Good morning, Mr Taylor.

So sorry to rendezvous so early.

-Good morning, Mrs Wingate.
-Morning, Mrs Hatfield.

- Morning, Mrs Taylor.
- Hello.

-Good morning, Mrs Hatfield.
-Good morning, Mr Wingate.

What's going on then?

Well, the meeting yesterday with Mr Duffy
was rather acrimonious, I'm afraid.

Basically, because Mr Cook
refuses to accept

that Mr Duffy is speaking on behalf
of many other people besides himself.

Was he, indeed?

Usual pattern, isn't it? Little insects.

Now, wait there,
I'll come ashore and phone.

Now don't go mad, Keith.
Don't go mad, will you?

I think it's still possible
to find a solution, even now.

But people are getting very entrenched.

Perhaps someone
ought to go back. Alistair?

- Hmm?
- Do you think you should go back?

Oh, no, not me. Keith.

Keith should be the one to go.

- Why not you?
- I'd be no use.

Well, in actual fact,
Mr Wingate, you'd be,

well, one hesitates to say,
rather better than Mr Taylor.

You see?

We were just wondering
if Alistair ought to go back.

-Go back?
-See if he can calm things down.

-Do you want to go back?
-No, not really.

- Go back if you want to.
- No.

I don't think
it'll do you much good, though.

Mrs Hatfield was saying
that she's sort of--

Look, Keith, I might as well run her up
to the lock for you, meet you there.

- Oh, really?
- Why not?

-Do you think you can manage that?
-I should think so.

- Right, well, go carefully.
- Yes.

-Keep your speed low.
-Naturally.

And keep her over to starboard,
right of the river.

Will do.

Well, you're on your own now, matey.

- Is it very difficult, Alistair?
- Oh, yes.

You turn the wheel that way, you see,

and the boat goes that way.

On the other hand,
when you turn the wheel this way,

the boat goes this way.

-Mm. Very complicated.
-Terribly.

Ooh, here's his book. It's got everything.

Bridges, locks, oh,
a whole chapter on locks.

Ooh, wildlife.

-There's a boat coming.
-Yes, I see it.

-Big one.
-Yes, so long as it keeps to its side.

-What does that mean?
-I don't know.

Just hello, I think.

- Hoot back.
- Should I?

Keith always does.

Okay, let's give him a couple of bars.
Here we are.

Got quiet a conversation going.

-Why is it turning this way?
-Hmm?

-Seems to be staring straight for us.
-Does it?

-Oh, my God, he is.
-That thing's heading straight for us.

Hey, hey. Listen to this.

One short hoot, I am going to starboard.

Brackets to the right.

Two short hoots, I am going to port.
Brackets to the left.

Three short hoots,
I am going astern. Brackets…

You've given him
three short hoots, haven't you?

-Probably.
-Well, that means you're going backwards.

-I'm not going backwards.
-No, I know you aren't.

But you've just told him that you are.

And two short hoots,
that means. That means-- That means--

It means get out of his bloody way.

-Wait. Right, give him four short hoots.
-Four?

-It means I am unable to manoeuvre.
-Just about sums it up, really.

That's it.

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that one.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean that one.

No, you shouldn't have done that.

Four short hoots, followed
by one short hoot means

"I am turning
completely around to starboard."

Whereas four--

Oh, my God. Look out!

-All right?
-Yes.

Try it again, now.

What's going on?

-We are just a bit stuck.
-Stuck?

You mean you've run us aground?

-Yes.
-No.

-Oh.
-Fine, you've run us aground.

It's hopeless.
I think we really are stuck.

This man has actually run us aground.

-Oh, do shut up, June.
-This is unbelievable.

In the space of two minutes,
we've been practically mown down.

-And now we're shipwrecked.
-No, we are not shipwrecked.

Help!

Can somebody help us, please?

Help! Help!

-Help!
-Would you please shut up, June?

I'm trying to attract someone's attention.

- Well, there's nobody here, is there?
- Hello?

Ahoy.

Hello?

-Do you need any help?
-Oh.

Thank you. Thank you very, very much.

We must certainly do.

What an amazing man.

He's pushing the boat.

Look, he's pushing the boat.

-There she floats.
-Well done.

Bravo.

-Are you the Skipper?
-Ah, no. I'm just a temporary Skipper.

- You're going upstream?
- That's the idea.

- Would you mind if I suggested something?
- What?

May I take her up
to the next lock for you?

It gets a bit treacherous 'round here.

-Oh, well--
-Yes! Do, please do.

-Do you have a boat of your own?
-Not anymore.

I used to have a 42 foot
convertible flying bridge twin cruiser.

Coastal cruising mostly.

Did a good few hundred miles in her,
I can tell you.

- The Med, all over.
- Hmm.

-What do you do, Mr Grant, for a living?
-Oh, call me Vince.

I'm what you might describe
as a victim of the system.

Mm? Oh, dear.

How sad.

You're in business, are you?

Yes, my husband and Mr Wingate
are in partnership.

We have a small factory, novelty goods.

-Are you on holiday?
-Permanently.

What I always say is, life is a holiday.

How true, how true.

-Life is a holiday from death.
-Ah.

-Water fowl, you see?
-Oh, yes.

Sweet.

You always been a Managing Director, then?

Oh. No, that's quite recent. Um--

Actually, I was in the show business
before that.

-Were you now?
-I was a singer, principally.

Well, we were a group actually,
very young at the time.

We, uh, got our first professional
engagement in Torquey,

-would you believe?
-Know it well.

That's where I met my husband, actually.

I think he was responsible for booking us.

We only did one season.
I don't think we were frightfully good.

Anyway, soon after that,
I married my husband.

And that was the end
of my show business career.

A great story.
It's a wonderful world, show business.

Could that be your husband?

Yes. Yes, that's him.

Spot a Managing Director anywhere.

-Hello.
-Hello.

We've got a new member of the crew.

Vince, this is Keith.
Keith, this is Vince.

Keith is my husband.
Vince is a white knight.

White knight?
What do you mean, white knight?

He rescued us when we ran aground.

- You did what?
- Alistair ran it aground.

Ran it aground?

Alistair.

How on earth did you run it aground?

A slight misunderstanding
of river etiquette.

Don't carry on, Skipper.
It could have happened to anyone.

- This man's been simply wonderful.
- Not at all.

Would you care for a drink?

-A drink?
-With us.

Would you like to buy yourself
a drink, on me? Here.

Oh, no, Skipper. No, please.
I never accept payment.

-Not for good turns.
-Oh. Oh, well.

I'm sorry. Fine.

It's a little rule of mine,
if it's all the same for you.

- All right.
- Yes? Did you?

Yes.

Just typical.
He tips everyone, quite indiscriminately.

There's no such person
as a man you don't tip.

We'd better get underway.

I think if you're going
to thank him, you should do it properly.

You should ask him back on board,
and offer him a drink.

We don't want to ask him back on board.

We don't know who he is.

He is a thoughtful, kind human being
who went out of his way to help us.

See you, then.

- Bye.
- Goodbye.

Bon voyage.

- Cheerio! Thanks again!
- I say--

Hello?

We were just on the point
of opening a bottle of wine.

- Ah.
- We usually have a glass around this time.

Would you care to join us?

Oh, my God.

A, ah. What about that?

- Ah--
- Look at that.

Very good, very good.
Ooh, ooh, careful. Careful. Um--

No, no, no. Enough's enough.

-I've imposed on you enough.
-Rubbish.

Look, I only came on board for a drink,
and I've had a couple of meals.

Mm. You utterly deserved it.
Hasn't he, Keith?

Absolutely, least we could do.

Well, I didn't know what to say.

I know. The table makes into a bed.

We can make the table into a bed for you.

Well, thank you, June. God bless you.

You've torn us off rock, single handed.

You've steered us through dozens of locks.

- Three, three locks.
- All right, three locks.

-You've captained us magnificently.
-No, no. He's not the captain.

No, he's the captain. I'm the pilot.

Now get it right. He's the pilot.

-Well, whatever.
-Only one Skipper, eh?

Definitely. You're the Skipper.

Well, good night. See you in the morning.

Thank you for your food, your wine,
and your charming company.

It was nothing, sir.

Good night, Ginger Nut.

She told you about that, did she?

Were they really called that?

Four red heads, a smile, and a song.
They were dreadful.

-Lost me my job, actually.
-Ah.

Uh, you didn't mind what I was saying
earlier on about me being Skipper?

Not at all.

I mean, it's got to be sad.
There's only one Skipper.

-Dead right.
-You have to make it clear.

-Let people know who's the boss.
-True.

I mean, I'm the Skipper. This is my boat.

-Sure.
-And that's my wife. Okay?

Know what I'm saying?

My wife.

Certainly.

And there's nothing there
for you. All right?

I never imagined there was, Skipper.

Good.

So.

Okay, no offence?

None taken, Skipper.

Only one false step,
and I'll throw the book at you.

Good night.

Good night to you, Skipper.

Come on, then! Let's be out at you!

-Good morning. Rise and shine.
-What is it? What's the matter?

'Morning to you, Skipper.

I'm sorry, did I startle you?

What time is it?

Uh, 7:30, you said you wanted
to be on the move early.

Oh, yes. Thank you.

Uh… Sorry, I'm a bit uh…

- Skipper?
- Yes?

It just occurred to me, Skipper. I mean
I don't know how you'll react to this,

but it might help if we try giving
everyone a share of the responsibility.

How do you mean?

Well, someone at the helm one day,
and someone in the galley the next.

Get more of a-a team feeling.

Good point.

I'm not altogether sure about Alistair
going back on the helm, but--

I mean, let's face it.

He's gonna be a liability
wherever you put him.

I mean, he's not a river man, is he?

No, he's not a river man.

Well, let's say Emma at the helm,
and Alistair in the galley.

Yes. Right.

-What about me?
-Yes, of course. Now what's left?

-Deck maintenance.
-Deck maintenance?

Make with the old mopping buckets,
show them the Skipper can muck in.

Okay. Just for today, this is?

Oh, yes. Tomorrow we'll all move 'round.

What about June?

Well, we could start her
on cabin maintenance.

- What?
- Tidying up.

You're joking.

Don't blame me.
Take it up with the Skipper.

'Morning, Cookie.

Good morning.

Skipper's decided you're gonna take
the helm today, Emma.

-Me?
-Everyone's gonna take turns.

-Oh, no.
-Nothing to it. I'll show you.

You mean you want me to take it
through locks and things?

Naturally. Oh, you can
tell Alistair he's cook for the day.

-Cook?
-Yes.

- Alistair?
- Yes.

God.

Ow.

Okay, what do I do?

Right. Sit here.

Now, the first thing to do
is to start your engine.

- Now there's your ignition.
- Yes.

First, check
that you're in neutral

- by doing that, like that.
- All right.

And now your key.

Good. Well done, Cookie.

- Yes. You don't have to do that.
- What?

Keep holding on to me.
Please don't do that.

-I can manage, thank you.
-I'm sorry?

Please don't. I don't like it, thank you.

-Oh, I beg your pardon. I'm sorry.
-It's all right.

- Emma, did you say cooking?
- Yes.

-Right. What am I cooking?
-Whatever you want.

-You're the cook.
-Oh, no, I'm not, you know.

Oh, no, he's not, you know.

Now, can somebody tell me
what I've got in my hand here?

-Piece of rope.
-Incorrect. This is not a rope.

It may be what you call it a rope,
but it is not called a rope.

-On the river, it is called a scuff.
-What?

Now you notice
that both your scuffs are attached

to a metal ring, this,
which we call a piggle.

I didn't know that.

Now you attach your scuff to your piggle

by inserting it
through the piggle, like so,

and then tying it off with two half
semi stanchions, or sheep shackles.

- All right?
- Really?

And you do the same thing there, will you?

I've never heard of any of this.

Then pay attention,
and you'll learn something.

Now, to the boat itself.

Now this is divided, you'll notice,

into various areas,
all of which have names.

Now the names that they print
in the brochures,

they're not the correct names

that any self-respecting boat owner
would normally use.

This deck area here is your gaff deck,
the gaff deck.

Immediately below the area beneath that,
we refer to as the scuppers.

Now, you two are sleeping in the scuppers.

I thought we were.

Moving along.

The weevil deck, all right?

Beneath that, what you call the saloon,
and we call the mizon.

What do you call the kitchen, then?

It's called the galley, Cookie.

You knew that, didn't you?

Now this deck area here,
the so-called cockpit,

is in fact your kedge deck.

Now further astern,
stepping onto the roof of the poop cabin.

Below me is called the poop cabin.

This deck area here is called the dodger.

And here, right at the very, very stern,
this area here we call the snuffle deck.

Well, for obvious reasons.

Now finally, the long narrow corridor
running from your snuffle,

down each side of your dodger,
'round your kedge…

Are you listening?

…forward again, past your weevil,
and meeting at your gaff,

are your port and starboard squeezes. Mm?

Well, they speak for themselves.

Are you sure about this?

-What's the matter?
-Well, it's just that I--

Well, I've never actually
heard of any of these. Uh--

-Well, I've heard of them, but--
-What are you saying?

- Well, I'm saying I found--
- I'm sorry.

I… I don't quite see what you're saying.

Well, um--

-Nothing.
-Good.

Should we get it a try?

-Right, start engines.
-Start engines.

Good. Well done, Cookie. Right.

When I say go,
both of you unfasten your scuffs,

pull them clear of your piggles,
then wait for the command to board.

And as soon as you're there,
you shout out,

"Bow scuff aboard, Skipper,"
so she can hear you.

All right, off you go as quick as you can.

-Bow board.
-Is that me that does that?

Yes, you should come on
quick as you can.

- Right, done it.
- Good, now what do you say?

- Aboard scuff, Skipper.
- No, bow scuff aboard, Skipper.

- I'm sorry.
- All right, say it.

Bow scuff aboard, Skipper.

Good. Well done, Ginger.
All right.

Oi, oi, oi. What are you doing now?

I'm getting on board,
or the boat'll go without me.

- What have you got in your hand?
- A rope.

-A what?
-A scuff.

And what's your scuff attached to?

The boat. Uh, the, um, snuffle deck.

So if you hold on to that,
you'll be all right won't you?

Now, wait for the command.

What deck you standing on?

Oh, hang on, it's like rice and paella.
No, um--

- Kedge!
- Kedgery. Kedge, that's it.

All right. Stern aboard
with your scuff. Off you go then.

Come on, Alistair.

I think we'll call you Lightning,
Lightning Wingate.

Okay. Right, I'm here.

Stern scuff aboard, Skipper.

Stern scuff, and loudly.
She's got an engine running.

Stern scuff aboard, Skipper.

I can't hear him. Can you hear him?
Say it louder.

-Stern scuff aboard, Skipper.
-Again, louder.

- I can hear him.
- Come on, again.

Oh, bugger this.

Oh, we now have a stern scuff ready
to tangle around our propeller.

Brilliant. Good thinking, Lightning.

Look, I've not come on holiday
to be shouted out. I'm sorry.

But I'm not.

Oh, come on, Alistair. Don't be so weedy.

Alistair.

Oh, Alistair.

Do you want to take over?
Is that what you want?

What's all the noise?

-What's going on up here?
-Skipper.

We can have a demonstration
for the Skipper.

- Start engines.
- Start engines.

Bow aboard.

-Bow scuff aboard, Skipper.
-Stern aboard.

-Stern scuff aboard, Skipper.
-Go ahead, helm.

Go ahead.

Pull your scuff neatly into the boat.

-All present and correct, Skipper.
-Well done.

-Weren't we good?
-Brilliant.

He's terrific. He knows everything.

Well, I suppose I'd better do my bit then.

- You can mop the kedge.
- Do what?

- This bit, the kedge.
- You mean the cockpit?

It's usually called the kedge, Skipper.

-Is it?
-Normally.

Well, you will probably do this, and
the dodger, and possibly even the weevil.

But I wouldn't try the squeezes,
or the gaff till we're stationary.

No, no. You're probably right.

You're handling her very well,
Cookie, very well.

- Thank you.
- Gonna make a very good helmsmen.

What are you cooking up
for lunch today, Lightning?

- Stew.
- Delicious.

Isn't that a long business, making a stew?

Only if the tin opener jams.

What's that bird?

It's a guillemot.

-A guillemot?
-Yeah.

-Where's that book?
-Come on, Skip. Give me some elbow.

Hello! Hello!

Hello!

Emergency.

Looks as if I'm gonna have to go back.

Oh, no. For how long?

Just I'll this evening.
I've got to sort it out.

- Is it serious?
- Looks like we're having a strike.

-A strike?
-Oh, no.

Biggest order period of the year,
and they decide to strike.

-Bastards.
-Well--

The ingratitude that gets me,
the sheer ingratitude of these people.

I know. I know.

Well, my God.
They'd be unemployed, but for us.

I know. I know.

That's why I had
to catch you early, you see.

Quite right, Mrs Hatfield. You did right.

- In order to be back by two, you see.
- Quite.

Because after that, of course,
I'll be out as well.

- What's that?
- I'll be on strike, too.

It's unanimous, you see.

You'll be on strike?

Don't be ridiculous, Mrs Hatfield.
You're one of us.

No. Technically, Mrs Taylor,
I'm actually one of them.

What the hell are you wearing, anyway?

I'll leave Vince in charge.

There's no point
in leaving you in charge, is there?

Nope.

I'll have something to say to you
when I get back.

You're a broken reed, man, a broken reed.

And in future, will you kindly
come dressed for the office,

and not like
some renegade garage mechanic.

-You're not going with him, I take it.
-I don't think I'd be much use.

The trouble is I can see
both their points of view.

-Well, isn't that a good thing?
-Not in this case.

It means
they wouldn't listen to me, anyway.

The only people to get heard
in this world are extremists.

They're the only ones with the energy
to shout loud enough.

Oh, wonderful. Just wonderful.

Well, I'm going to start lunch

before Vince decides
to have key-holding practice.

Ahoy.

Guess who I met?

My very good friend, that's who I met.

-This is Fleur.
-Hi.

-Hello.
-How nice.

What have you bought, for goodness sake?

Well, I thought
we all might like to celebrate, so I…

- I bought some grog.
- Grog?

Well, Merdoc, Chabli, and Serta,
and that sort of grog.

- Did you get the eggs?
- Nor I did.

The bread? The milk?

Damn, I knew there was something else.

How much booze have you bought?

-How much money did you give me?
-Thirty pounds.

- Well, that's what it must've cost me.
- Ah.

What is it?

-It's a grebe.
-A what?

- Grebe, crested grebe.
- Who is she?

Friend of mine.
Make a lot of friends on the river.

Lovely bird. It's a lovely, lovely bird.

- Fleur!
- Oh, don't do that, Vince.

Come on, we're gonna have a party.

Just a minute.
Who says we're having a party?

Oh, he's always having a party.

Well, we're not having a party. Alistair?

- A party? Are we?
- Mm.

-Hello.
-Hello.

-Don't you like parties, then?
-Well, sometimes.

You should come down.

There's all us women,
and just Vince. It's terrible.

I'm sure he can manage.

Oh, well, yes.
With Vince, it's the more the merrier.

I've had threesomes,
and foursomes, and fivesomes.

Actually, it can be very unhygienic.

You married to Ginger or the other one?

-The other one, to Emma.
-Yes.

I thought you would be.

-Why?
-Oh, I don't know.

You look suited.

-What do you do?
-When?

-For a living?
-Nothing to speak off.

-Oh. You're unemployed, are you?
-No. I'm very rich, really.

I've got a lot of property.

And I let that to people at vast rents.

-So I don't have to worry.
-Oh.

-A capitalist, you see?
-Ah.

My father's incredibly rich.
He's the richest person I know.

That's the only way to be,
really, isn't it?

You look very unhappy, you know.

He's quite a man, isn't he, Vince?

They're always attractive,
positive people.

I try to be positive.

It's not that I don't want to be positive.

But even when I have positive ideas,
I find it hard to be positive about them.

Yesterday, for instance,
I had this thought

that one day Emma and I
would take a boat out on our own.

And we'd go up the river together,
way up stream.

And we'd find a really quiet bit,

and one baking hot afternoon,
we'd both dive off the boat…

without any clothes on, you know.

-Naked?
-Yes, naked.

And we'd swim around for a bit.

And then we'd crawl ashore
onto the grass in the rushes, and we'd…

- you know?
- Make love?

That's it.

You see I can say it to you,
a complete stranger.

But when I try to tell Emma--

You should have told her.

She'd have liked it.

Well, no. I don't think
she'd have been very interested, really.

- Why not?
- She can't swim.

All right.

-Want to give it a try?
-What?

A swim? Coming for a swim?

-Hang on.
-What?

Don't do that, please.

Please don't take this
the wrong way, will you?

But it sort of has to be
with Emma, you see?

I mean you're terribly
attractive and nice, but-- Oh, God.

- But it has to be with Emma.
- Yes.

Okay.

Fine.

No more to say then, is there?

Sorry.

-Hello, Lightning.
-Hello.

-Give Lightning a glass.
-No.

Oh, come on, Alistair.
Just for once enjoy yourself.

Here, have a drink. Here take it.

- You know what'll happen?
- Oh, yes, I know what'll happen.

-Isn't this a terrific party, Cookie?
-Yes, it's a terrific party, Vince.

Come on, Ginger.
Now, what are we waiting for?

Get 'em off.

- Now listen.
- Bravo. Bring on the Ginger.

No, no. Listen, listen.

Um, you're gonna have
to use your imagination.

-Shame!
-Come on!

-Rubbish!
-You've got to imagine I'm 17.

-Whoo!
-Oh, dear.

All right.

Radio off.

Ready?

- Ready.
- Ready.

♪ There's a place I want to be ♪

♪ Crazy place that's part of me ♪

♪ Deep within the heart of me, but ♪

♪ I wander ♪

♪ Right through the dream
That never dies ♪

♪ Where the lights of the night ♪

♪ Are as bright as my sights
Are aimed high ♪

♪ It's now or never I'm moving on ♪

♪ It's where I run out of luck
And know I'm not far ♪

♪ It's now or never ♪

♪ I've lived the rest of my life
It's now or never ♪

♪ It's now or never ♪

♪ Whatever's next coming up ♪

June! What are you doing?

Oh, here comes trouble.

What the hell are you doing?

-It's cabaret time.
-Would you like a drink?

And who the hell is that?

This is a friend of mine.
Fleur this is--

June, will you put
some bloody clothes on, please?

Oh, come on, Keith.
We're having a bit of fun, that's all.

-Fun?
-She was showing us her Ginger Nut skill.

Now that's quite enough from you.

Oh, come on Keith. Don't you remember?

♪ It's now or never ♪

Listen, June. I have not had a good day.

In fact, I've had the worst day
of my life.

I have spent four hours this afternoon

with my face pressed up
against a wire fence,

attempting to negotiate with Ray Duffy.

I am tired, I am angry,
and I am frustrated.

The last thing I want is to come back
to witness the spectacle of my wife,

prancing around half naked
on the roof of a rented boat,

making a complete
and utter bloody idiot of herself

in front of an audience
of 200 bloody strangers.

Now will you get down from there at once?

You are pathetic and embarrassing.

How dare you speak to me like that?

How dare you, you despicable little man?

Easy on, Skipper.

And you're off this boat as of now.
I've got your number.

Skipper says we have to go, we have to go.

-Nonsense.
-Hey, he's the Skipper.

Oh, come on, Vince.

No, listen. Let me explain.
Now, you're a crew.

And you've elected a certain person
as your Skipper.

- Elected? We didn't elect him.
- Didn't you?

-No, of course not. He just took over.
-We certainly did not elect him.

Yes, but nonetheless.

No, Alistair and I paid
for half of this boat.

We're just as entitled
to be called Skippers.

Yes, but you can't have
four Skippers, can you?

Well, we ought
to elect somebody then.

Let's do that.

What the hell
are you all talking about?

-There's his hat. It's up for grabs.
-Now don't do that.

Ah, ah, ah, ah. Don't touch it.

Not till you've been elected.

Do you wish to be considered for election?

I don't need to be elected. That's my hat.

Keith would like to be considered.

Any more candidates? Emma? Alistair?

Well, I would like
to propose Vince as Skipper.

- Ah, no, no.
- Vince? Now listen.

All those in favour
of Keith as Skipper?

Could we have a show of hands, please?

I'm warning you, June.

Any votes for Keith?

No?

You know, I don't think
anyone's voted for you at all, Keith.

No, I-I-I vote for the Skipper.
I'll stick with the Skipper.

Thank you very much, indeed.

Now, votes for Vince. Any votes for Vince?

Well…

That looks like it. Vince is our Skipper.

-Oh, no, he isn't.
-It was a fair vote.

It, uh, did look rather unanimous, Keith.

Wait a minute.
He'll vote for me, won't you?

Alistair?

Do you want to vote for Keith?

Well, yes.

- And no, really.
- Oh, my God.

Congratulations to our new Skipper.

Well.

Very reluctantly.

To the new Skipper.

-The Skipper.
-The Skipper.

I'm not accepting this, you know.

Tomorrow morning,
I am bringing in the law.

You have not heard the last of this,
not by a long shot.

This is mutiny, you know?

Legally, it is mutiny.

Deposing a captain of his ship
against his will is mutiny.

Hey.

Would you mind telling me
where I fit into this jolly little crew?

-First mate.
-Oh, goody.

I think I better go
and cheer up my crew.

-Have a good time.
-Right.

Oh, Vince, no.

I'm gonna go out
and teach them some knots.

Come and join us.

Did you say we're going upstream?

Yep.

Good. I can look for that kingfisher.

Hello.

I think you need
a little naval discipline.

Oh.

Fleur!

Where the hell are you?

Fleur at the helm, if you please.

Ginger, deck maintenance.

-Oh, really?
-If you please?

Terribly chilly for that.

-Lightning, cabin maintenance.
-Right.

- Cookie.
- Yes?

In the galley.

Oh, really?
I thought we were moving 'round.

We are, Cookie, but we are
moving in mysterious ways,

as the hymnbook would have it.

Well, it's just that I don't want
to get stuck.

-Cookie.
-Yes?

If you don't want to pull your weight
on this boat, that's fine.

But in that case,
it wouldn't be very fair, would it,

to expect this boat to pull your weight?

So if you'd like a little walk
along the toe path,

just say the word,
and we'll drop you off. All right.

Oh, I see. Terrific.

-Cookie?
-Yes?

Should get in the habit
of saying Skipper, shall we?

Now, we don't want to get sloppy, do we?

No, Skipper.

Good morning!

-Full ahead.
-Full ahead, Skipper.

Well, I don't know about you.

But Keith Taylor had an excellent night
at a very reasonable hotel.

He had a first class breakfast.

So all in all, Keith Taylor is happy
to look on last night

as a moment of relapse
in an otherwise perfect holiday.

True, his businesses in ruins.

His workers are, even now,
looting and pillaging his factory,

apparently with the full blessing
of the law.

But nonetheless,
he is not going to let that effect

what might be the last holiday
he can ever afford. Ah!

He's going to enjoy himself.
May he come aboard, please?

-Full ahead.
-Full ahead.

What are you doing?

-We're just going to leave him there?
-Bye.

Right! I'm fetching the police,
the police this time!

This is all your fault, Wingate, damn you!

You just stood by, didn't you?
You've given me no support!

Not at the factory, not here!

You spineless little rat!

- Me?
- That's it! We're through!

Partnership dissolved,
friendship dissolved!

I'm suing you for everything you've got!

Full ahead as she goes, helmsman!

Full ahead, Skipper.

Lightning, you are idling
about doing nothing!

You're on half rations!

- Cookie!
- Yes, Skipper.

Take note that Lightning
is on half rations till further notice.

Tell him, looking at this curry,
he's extremely lucky, Skipper.

Are we stopping soon?
We've been going nonstop all day, Skipper.

Got to keep up
the schedule, Ginger.

What's that up ahead, Skipper?

Paupers Lock,
highest lock on the river.

Poppers, as in fish?

No, paupers
as in victim of the system.

Take the port channel here, helmsman.

- That's the weir, Skipper.
- Yes.

Starboard channel's the lock.

Yes, I know what I'm doing.
Thank you, helmsman.

Sorry I asked, Skipper.

Right, standby for mooring,
fore and aft!

Ugh, God.

Come on, Lightning! Come on!

Oh, hell.

- This isn't a very good place to moor.
- Hang on there.

- This is an island, isn't it?
- That's right.

And as soon as you scuff,
I want to show you something.

Oh, right. Here, catch.

- Full astern.
- Full astern.

- Hey, what's happening?
- Hey, wait a minute.

Hi. Help, I say.

You left Alistair.

Hi. Help, I say.

- Full ahead.
- Full ahead.

- Stop engine.
- Stop engine.

-What's happening? What was that?
-It's the kedge anchor.

He told us a kedge was a deck.

Oh, it wouldn't believe
anything Vince says.

He wrecked daddy's boat.

I say. Don't forget me, will you?

What is Alistair doing over there?

Hello.

I seemed to be marooned.

Vince, what is Alistair doing there?

Hello?

- Lightning?
- Yes?

It was the opinion of the crew, Lightning,

that you were getting a bit soft,
a bit flabby you see?

Oh, yes?

So we thought you could do with a touch

of the Duke of Edinburgh awards,
all right?

Just a minute.

What is my husband doing,
marooned on an island?

We're toughening him up
for you, Cookie. He's soft.

Skipper, I married him soft.
And I like him that way.

And if you leave him all night
on that island in this temperature,

he will die of pneumonia.

Now get him back on board,
please… Skipper.

-Please.
-Request denied, Cookie. Start the supper.

Now, listen.

Tomorrow, we'll be returning downstream.

Now, this entails turning the whole boat
the other way around.

So what is now our port side,
will become our starboard.

And what is now our stern
will become our bow.

So, as from tomorrow,

starboard, port.

Similarly, forward, aft. All right?

Carry on.

-He's mad. He's totally mad.
-Sounds quite logical to me.

I'm on board a boat with a mad man.

Wingate!
Alistair Wingate!

Hello?

Keith Taylor is going
to hound you, Wingate.

He's gonna hound you
for the rest of your life.

Oh, Lord.

♪ There's a place I want to be ♪

♪ There's a place that's part of me ♪

♪ Deep within the heart of me ♪

Alistair.

- Alistair?
- Emma?

- I got you a tin of beans.
- Ah.

Alistair. They're all in bed together.

- Yes.
- They wanted me, too.

- What did you say?
- I said I had to do the washing up.

Alistair, what's happening?

I think it's called the final collapse
of civilisation as we know it.

Here, catch.

-Got them.
-Good.

Hello, hello.

I was… I was just--

He'll need this.

Thank you.

I think we're gonna have to deal
with you in the morning.

Now, look, you are not frightening me.

Not, not.

We could make her walk the plank.

That'd be great fun.
Happens on all the best pirate ships.

- The plank it shall be.
- I'm not--

I am certainly not planking.

I'm sorry. No, sorry.

Oh, my!

Nighty night, Lightning.
Enjoy your supper, won't you?

Very nice.

Come on, June. Time we were away.

-I want to be at Armageddon by noon.
-Ooh.

I think I slept on something awful
to my back.

-On the bow anchor, if you please.
-Yes, Skipper.

-Stern.
-Shut up.

-'Morning, Lightning.
-Good morning.

Haul away, Ginger.

-Sorry, I can't.
-Half rations for Ginger.

Half rations for Ginger.

It's no good, Vince. I'm a woman.
Women are meant to haul anchors.

-Quarter rations for Ginger.
-Quarter rations for Ginger.

-Seriously, Vince. Enough's enough.
-"Yes, Skipper."

When you talk to me, you will say,
"Yes, Skipper," or "No, Skipper."

Have you got that through your thick head,

you stupid, ugly,
middle aged, ginger tart?

Have you?

Yes, Skipper.

I will have discipline on my boat.

Where is Cookie?

Where's our Cookie hiding this morning?

Good morning.

Good morning, Skipper.

I think it's about plank-walking time,
don't you?

Look, listen.

I think this whole thing is very silly,
and getting out of hand.

And I wish to say--

Only one snag.
We haven't got a plank.

What do you mean, we haven't got a plank?

- Hello.
- Hello.

-Rotten morning.
-Yes.

You mustn't worry. He's only… he won't.

Now look, this is a rented boat, you know.

-You just can't go around--
-Cookie.

She'll be all right, won't she?

-I mean, you're not going to--
-All right.

Here we go. Come on.

Come on, man. Alistair.

Alistair!

You'll be okay, Emma! You'll be fine!

Ah. Do you want me
to give you a hand or something?

Alistair--

And another.

Long way to go yet.

- Come on.
- You're not going to--

I mean, she'll fall in.

Alistair, please help me.

Uh… it's, um, it's a bit…

Go on, and again.

It's okay, Emma!

Alistair, it is not okay!

In another 15 seconds,
I'm gonna step of a plank into a river!

-And again.
-Go on, again!

Oh, Alistair. In another five seconds,
I'm going to drown.

In another…

In another five seconds
I'm going to drown.

I'm going to die!

Yes, well I, uh--

Oh, hell.

Come on. Three or four more steps.

- There's plenty to go yet.
- Now, one more step!

Alistair, please help me!

Please, please help me!

All right, uh, all right.

Stop that!

I'm afraid you're gonna have
to stop this, please!

Sorry!

Stop it!

You mind your own business, Lightning.

I said stop it, and I mean stop it.
Now, stop it!

That is my wife on that plank,
my wife whom I love.

So we'd like our boat back please.

No, I mean, you can have the boat.
Have all our things. I don't care.

But I'd like my wife back.

Thank you.

I don't think you've quite grasped
the rules of the sea, Lightning.

Nobody leaves their ship
without the Skipper's permission.

So the only way
you're gonna get Cookie back,

is to take her from me.

You care to try, Lightning?

-Yes!
-What?

I care to try, yes!

Oh, Alistair.

He'll kill you.

I'm gonna do you a favour, Lightning.

When I fight, which I've been known to do
a lot of in my time,

I don't usually tell people in advance
what I'm gonna do to them.

I like to make it a surprise.

But in your case, I'm gonna be friendly.

So number one,
I'm gonna break your nose, all right?

Yes.

Number two, you're gonna lose
about four of your front teeth.

Fine. Yeah.

And number three,

I'm gonna smash one of your arms,

and make sure that you limp
for the rest of your life.

That sounds very reasonable.

Well?

Oh, it's appalling.

Somebody ought to stop this.

Go on, Vince! Kill him!

No! No!

No, Alistair! Please, no!

Oh, Alistair!

No! No, Vince! No, please no!

No! No, Vince, no!

Alistair!

No!

No.

Vince!

-Vince!
-What?

Don't move, Vince, whatever you do!

-What is it?
-It's the kingfisher!

Where?

Oh, now look what you've done, you… Vince!

Vince!

Vince. Oh, my God, he's killed Vince.

My God, the bastard.

Go on, then. Go in, and get him.

- Well, you go in.
- I'm not going in, I'll get wet.

Oh, Alistair. Alistair.

Back again.

Oh, no, you don't. You keep of this boat.

-What?
-Keep away, I warn you.

I'll cut you if you come any closer.

I will. I'll cut you.

-Look, all I want is some first aid.
-Right.

There's a bandage
and there's a tube of something.

Now, keep away.

- Upstream or downstream?
- I don't know.

Come on, you're the Skipper.
Up or down?

Up. Upstream, of course.

I'm going to hound you, Wingate.

Keith Taylor is going to hound you.

You can't go under the bridge, Alistair.

It's one of the things
you should have learned.

♪ We're going to get you ♪

♪ We're going to get you ♪

- ♪ We're going to get you ♪

Say your prayers, you middle-class vermin.

I want my boat back.

Lightning, I want my boat back.

Alistair?

Alistair?

Wake up, wake up, Alistair.
Alistair, it's all right.

It's all over, all over now.

It's all over.

-Emma?
-Yes?

Who's driving the boat?

Oh, my God!

Alistair, where are we?

We seem to have discovered
the absolute limit of navigation.

Should we stay here?

They'd never find us so far up stream.

No, we'll have to go back.

They're all…
They're all so unreasonable.

Then we reasonable people

will just have to go back
and reason with them.

- It's just so beautiful here.
- Well…

We could have a holiday.

No harm in that.

All right.

What do you want to do for your holiday?

I don't know.

What's the matter?

I'd forgotten how beautiful you were
without your life jacket.

Oh. Oh. Oh.