Toxic Town

- - No one ever listened to me.

I'm just a mum.

So I had to make them listen.

What do you say to the closure?

No!

In 12 months from now,

what do you think the position of Corby will be?

That is a very, very difficult question,

but I… um… my answer would be, "Corby will survive."

Come on, everyone!

Peter, get up here!

Absolutely not!

Birthday boy's got shy.

No, no, no! Fuck off! You're comin' up!

She's ruined me life anyway, so I may as well crack on with this.

Come on, everyone!

- -

All right, love?

- Dawn French to kiss-- -

Any sound?

-No. -No sound at all?

No.

What did you do all night?

Nothin'.

Pete, give her the fiver.

-Night, Frank. - Night, Tracey.

Are you awake?

-Are my hands cold? -

I'm ovulating.

- It'll be this time. - I'm trying to concentrate, Trace.

You'll see. It'll be this time.

Birthday treat!

-Go for it, Hugh. -

There's something… Wait. Oh, it's…

-Are you all right? -Yeah.

- -

Thank you.

Thank you, thank you.

You've got to be…

Susan, where are my footie boots? I'm late for five-a-side.

- -

You been using them old condoms, twat?

-What? -I'm up the duff again.

What? Are you really?

Pull your knickers up. I'll give you a cuddle.

Oh!

I'm so happy. Another lad.

-It's definitely a lad, innit? -

Roy. Roy.

Sorry, Councilor Hagen. Can't stop. Late.

Wondered whether you'd had any more thoughts

on me chairing the rail committee.

I'm deputy leader, Sam. It's not in my gift.

-Come on, Roy. You know it makes sense. -

Come on.

Corby needs a railway station, and the railway station needs Sam Hagen.

Ah. Look, I'm busy.

Tonight matters.

Besides, you're on enough committees. Go play some golf or something.

Decided I don't like golf.

In 1950,

the great William Holford produced a plan for the new town of Corby.

It was a plan built on one simple thing, the steel industry.

Forty-five years later, in collaboration with the executive group,

we are trying something ourselves.

New Labour, new Corby.

And that is what this is all about.

Districting of shops and industrial parks seen in blue.

Tourism growth.

All on the back of continuing a rapid reclamation

and cleanup of steelworks land.

For 15 years, this council's tried to do something about it.

This year, we'll finally succeed.

Corby's a Labour town.

And we will continue to build a town for the laborers.

"Smelt it anew," as William Holford did.

Needless to say, we need everybody behind this.

So, what questions have you got?

All set.

All right. Got this one.

Dib, Dib, Dib. Here comes the clipboard. You all right?

Ah, he wasn't wearing a mask.

Oh, that's Derek. He's a good lad. Just gets hot.

Uh, where are the wheel washers? It's a question for my inspection.

Is he writing the report?

I'm just here to supervise. Get him settled in.

No, it's a good question.

It's nice to see young talent on the council.

Very nice.

Wheel washers are over there.

Uh, when do you put the covers on the trucks?

Ted, pencil pushers don't quite get it.

This isn't about pencils. This is poisoned land.

Soil reports identify iron, arsenic, chromium, cadmium, calcium…

Listen, lad. British Steel did a shit.

Seventy years of steel waste when we took those buildings down.

They did a shit and didn't flush, and now we're the bog brush.

Listen to him, "bog brush."

He's not the bog brush. I am.

And the truth is, I love it. Can't complain at all.

I want the Middlehampton job too.

I saw the tenders for that were--

And the tendering needs to be done proper.

Our Bill wants his kitchen doing, doesn't he?

What does that mean?

It means Pat's a prick.

-That's his idea of a joke. -

Listen, Ted. I'll handle the paperwork on this one

while you learn the ropes, okay?

Good idea.

Now, come on. Let's go and have a brew.

Stinks out here.

All right, Jimmy. Feeling brave, are we, mate?

Come on, then!

No fucking way.

Come on.

He's got it!

Yeehaw!

The doctor said if you need to take your happy pills…

I don't.

-All I'm saying is that… -I don't need to take my Valium.

I feel happier than I have in a long time.

If it wasn't for Daniel…

And this time I'll know what I'm doing.

-Come on, then. What we calling him? -

Hey. Forty-six loads today.

That's £36 bonus.

-You okay? -Yeah.

Mm.

If I do that over the course of the week, that's £150 minimum, on top.

And did you talk to Pat?

About putting you more in the office? About giving you some responsibility?

The council were in. Wasn't a good time. But hey, 150 to the extension fund.

Never a good time, is it?

-Come on, Mags. -You know you're better than he knows.

Put a call in to Pete Webb. Go work for Weldon Plant.

Ring up Noone and McGowan.

£150 for your extension…

Pat'll do me right.

What's for tea?

- Yes, we've a heartbeat here. -Oh, thank God.

But I would like to keep you in tonight, if that's okay.

What else are you seeing? You seeing something else?

I think the baby's movements are on the lower end of average.

I would like to observe to confirm that. The baby…

Shelby. Her name's Shelby.

That's a lovely name.

Shelby will probably be absolutely fine, but best to be sure.

Maybe, Mr. Taylor, you could bring in some pajamas for Mrs. Taylor?

Do you have pajamas?

She don't usually wear pajamas, Doc.

It'll be fine. You heard her.

Just need a chance to have a proper look, that's all.