Some Say No (C'è chi dice no)

SHEEP BLEAT

WATER PATTERS

BIRDSONG

HE PANTS

DOOR CREAKS

WHIRRING

~ CHURCH BELL CHIMES ~ WOMAN: Oh, isn't it beautiful?

You feel better just looking at it.

~ Howard! ~ Hmm. ~ We've got to show it to them.

It's irregular, hasn't been tabled.

~ Oh... "Other business". ~ Yeah.

And it's chairman's prerogative.

You can't let Barry Fairbrother and his tribe of do-gooders

stand in the way of progress.

~ Those junkies and plebs streaming through our village. ~ Hmm.

~ Oh! ~ We must raise the drawbridge and lower the portcullis. ~ Exactly.

They'll just have to accept that Sweetlove House has had its day.

~ Hmm. That'll get their goats. ~ SHE LAUGHS

~ Their goats will truly be got. ~ SHE LAUGHS

Yeah.

Oh, this'll really put Pagford on the map.

That's good, I'll remember that.

TOOTHBRUSH BUZZES

HE SIGHS

HE SIGHS

RINGTONE PLAYS

Barry Fairbrother.

CHURCH BELLS PEAL

BIRDSONG

HE SIGHS AND MUTTERS

~ Oh, hi, Barry. ~ It's Sunday!

~ I know. ~ Go home.

Uh-huh. I've got a rather a lot to do.

~ You see... ~ It's all going to be fine.

Go home, Miles. We'll sort it out tomorrow.

Selling herself... again!

As if anyone's going to pick THAT up and going to pay for it.

POLICEMAN LAUGHS

20p tops and that's charity.

She can hear you, you know?

Do you want me to take your telephone number off her record?

No, keep it on.

You charging her?

Like I want the paperwork.

Come on, Terri!

Your knight in shining armour awaits.

KEYS JANGLE

The pleasure's all mine.

It's not like the old days.

How's your mum? Is she all right, is she?

She died 15 years ago, you came to the funeral.

Right.

Oh, that's a shame that. That's a real shame.

Yeah, she was such a nice lady.

You know, so kind and... do anything for anyone.

You take after her.

I'm not giving you any money, Terri.

I just need to get some stuff in for the house, you know?

Like some food, cos I got nothing in.

If you need groceries, I'll get some.

I'll even buy your fags, but I am not giving you any money.

Why not?

You know why not.

SHE SIGHS

SHE SOBS

~ You know... ~ SHE SOBS

You know, actually you're not nice and you're not kind!

~ You're just a... ~ I'm a wanker, I know.

You've told me before, many times.

You know, if I die... you know it's going to be your fault!

You know?

~ Stick with it, Terri. ~ Oh, fuck off!

~ Stick with it. ~ Fuck off!

DOOR SLAMS

TERRI MUTTERS TO HERSELF

MAN SPITS

ENGINE STARTS

HORN MUFFLED MUSIC PLAYS

~ CHATTER ~ I'm so sorry.

Now, if I might continue?

Yeah, sorry.

Character references,

plus a reference of the applicant's bank.

And we should interview them, if they're outsiders,

~ make sure they're Pagford people. ~ For an allotment?

Remember the tomato blight dispute of '97?

~ Do you remember that? ~ Yes, I do.

~ Carnage! ~ Every caution must be taken.

We should waterboard them, just to be on the safe side.

~ Guardian reader. ~ Can we have a show of hands, please,

for the allotments?

Motion carried. Good. Good.

Now any other business?

Sweetlove House.

You've been asked to table a proper discussion for ages.

The vote's in a month and now you spring it under "any other business"?

Chairman's prerogative.

~ We just thought it would be useful to air some thoughts. Hmm? ~ Hmm.

Democracy in action.

~ If you please, Shirley. ~ Oh.

HOWARD CLEARS HIS THROAT

As Dr Jawanda has reminded us,

'tis a mere matter of weeks

before the parish council will vote on Sweetlove House.

Is it still fulfilling its remit

of being for the enjoyment and betterment

of the people of The Fields, or does it have another future?

Oh, a boutique hotel and spa!

~ Oh! ~ If we felt that the House has had its day,

then the developers have done a little mock-up

of what it could be like.

~ HOWARD LAUGHS ~ WOMAN: Oh! ~ Ta-da!

~ Oh, Shirley! ~ Isn't it beautiful?

Oh, that's lovely!

LAUGHTER

~ You feel better just looking at it. ~ It's divine!

~ So they've been consulted already? ~ Well, nothing's set in stone,

but this would really put Pagford on the map.

What would happen to the food bank,

the clinics, the counselling, all the services, where would they go?

The food bank could be somewhere nearer those who need it.

Perhaps it could be in some sort of van.

~ A food bank on wheels. ~ HOWARD LAUGHS

Then it could go straight to the estate.

What about my methadone clinics?

The town has exactly the same services.

You have to catch a bus into Yarvil,

an expensive bus with an unreliable timetable.

Recovery is a very fragile process.

Oh, they'd get that bus if there was heroin at the end of it.

They'd crawl on their knees over broken glass

if there was drugs to be had.

Perhaps we could have a show of hands,

see which way the wind is blowing.

~ Erm... ~ We're running low on time, Barry.

"Restore, rejuvenate, revive.

"Immerse yourself in wellness."

Lovely photos.

Look at their lovely teeth.

Lovely hair.

Lovely Pagford people.

They'll pay a lot of money to be "immersed in wellness".

And this... this'll make Lord and Lady Sweetlove a few quid, no doubt.

That's not what Sweetlove House is for.

If we vote for this, then what we're really doing

is removing any reason for the people of Fields to come into Pagford

cos they've got problems.

So many problems.

Yeah, keep 'em on the estate, away from us.

Cos they're not picturesque, are they?

They don't... they don't look like that, do they?

~ Haven't got a pot to piss in, most of them. ~ Language!

That's erm... that's social engineering.

~ That's... apartheid. ~ Yeah.

You hang on a minute, would you?

Herding people into ghettos because they don't fit the aesthetic.

There's a name for that, isn't there?

~ Bill. Bill, you stormed the Normandy beaches, didn't you? ~ Yes.

~ Fighting fascism? ~ Yes. ~ Now, look what's happening here. ~ How dare you!

No, how dare you, Howard!

"Immerse yourself in wellness"?!

That house helps people to live, for Christ's-bloody-sake!

~ WOMAN GASPS ~ Language! This is a Church, remember? It's disgraceful!

Oh, you find language disgraceful but not this?

Well, I...

The parish council's not here

to make a quick buck for somebody who already has more than enough.

We are the guardians of something unique.

We are the custodians and the stewards of a shining principle.

We do not turn our backs and look away from people in need.

Our vote is in response to a simple question enshrined in law.

In law.

Is the legacy still of benefit?

Yes. It has never been so important. Never!

When we vote, we must vote to protect it.

It's that simple.

You can have your show of hands now, Howard.

Excellent, Barry. Excellent!

Yeah. Who says there isn't passion in politics, eh?

Thank you, Barry. Yeah.

Right, those in favour?

And those against?

MUTTERING

~ One vote out. ~ MUTTERING

Close.

MUSIC PLAYS ON CAR RADIO

'Going to take you back to 1981 now.

'Kim Wilde.'

MUSIC PLAYS

CHOIR SINGS

It's going to get dirty. I like a fight, me.

~ You were brilliant. ~ I might have gone a bit far.

And, Tess, you can't keep being late. So late! How does it look?

I'm sorry, I took my watch off, cos it pinches, and forgot.

Well, get a longer strap, for heaven's sake!

~ How's tricks, Sukhvinder? ~ Oh, she can't hear you,

she's got her music on.

Honestly, if I didn't drag her out with me,

she'd just mope in her room.

I literally drag her or she'd just sit inside all day.