by James Graham
Mellish You bet your bottom dollar it is, mate.
Walsall North Hmm? (Beat.) You’re not getting rid of me?
Mellish Oh, don’t think in any other situation you wouldn’t be out on your bloody bum, mate. But we can’t. Not yet.
Majority’s too thin. With a suspended sentence you can stay on till we’re out of the danger zone and then piss off.
Walsall North No. No, I’m not staying here, I can’t stay in the House. I’ll resign.
Mellish Can’t resign, John. Only get booted out. Fact.
Walsall North Oh yes I can. The Crown Steward and Bailiff of the Chiltern Hundreds. ‘An MP who accepts an office of profit must resign.’ So there. I’m sorry. But . . .
Mellish (standing, grabbing him) You’re bloody well staying, right?! You’re staying here!
Walsall North (limply) Can’t you feel it?! Can’t you hear it . . . Listen! . . . it’s creaking. She’s moaning . . . it’s over. The whole thing is dying –
Mellish Enough of that, John, we know you were bullshitting the loony bastard stuff –
Walsall North How can you not feel it . . . it’s diseased . . . let it die. You have to let her die . . .
Government Whips’ Office. Harrison with Harper and Ann.
Mellish (entering) Arsehole. (Going to the board, replacing ‘+2’ with ‘+1’.) Walsall North’s going, we should assume we won’t keep the seat either. (Chucking the chalk.) Bollocks.
How’s the leadership looking, support?
Harrison Close call between Ebbw Vale and Cardiff, though reckon there’s more support for Bristol South East than folk are letting on.
Mellish Bristol? Jesus. See, this is what I’m talking about, divisive candidates, it’s the last –
Harrison Oi, and whatever happened to neutrality, Chief ?
Mellish I am bloody neutral, I’m just saying, I can see the road ahead, this rate, seen it before, no one does that self. . . what’s it, thing, better than Labour.
Ann ‘Self-’ what thing?
Mellish You know with the – (Imitates self-flagellation.) Where you hit yourself on the – it don’t matter. What time is it . . . ? Quarter to ten. Get off into the lobby, I’ll see you there.
The others leave as Mellish shuffles papers. Stops. Thinking . . .
He picks up his phone and dials a number, sitting at his desk.
Mellish Hello, it’s Bob. . . . Uh, I wondered if you were around at all later? Somewhere private. I, got some numbers. And I just kind of . . . well, wanted to pledge my own personal support.
Members’ Lobby. Weatherill passes Harrison.
Weatherill Oh, what’s up, Walter? ‘Trouble at mill’?
Harrison Nothing to worry your pretty little head over, Jack.
Weatherill Risky business this, change of leader, takes a crack team of Whips with the trust and respect of their members to achieve it calmly, smoothly.
Harrison Oi, don’t teach your gran to suck eggs, right?
Weatherill You can be smug all you want, Walter, all it means is you’re in power as the economy worsens and the blame can be on you. Not long now though until the profits from North Sea oil start pumping in, and we’ll take over just in time to spend it.
Harrison Poppycock.
Weatherill Alright, double the bet. Twenty?
Harrison Twenty, bugger off, fifty.
Weatherill Done.
The House of Commons Rifle Range.
Atkins fires a few shots at the targets and reloads. Weatherill behind him.
Weatherill They’re scared. Halfway across the tightrope and they’re having to change poles; it could go either way.
Atkins Good. So we just have to sit back and let them do what they do best. Tear themselves apart. It’s the best way to hunt, you know Jack-my-lad. Let the target come to you. (Fires. Reloads.) I don’t know why I’m not down here more often. Very relaxing.
Weatherill Careful. They’re trying to get rid of it. Sits incongruously inside a modern political establishment, apparently.
Atkins Huh. Really. (Aims.) I would have thought it entirely in keeping . . . (Fires.)
The Government Whips’ Office. Mellish and Cocks. Mellish is packing his things into a box.
Cocks I don’t . . . Bob, it doesn’t . . . I mean, Jesus. Why?
Mellish Backed the wrong horse, didn’t I? Ebbw Vale. You play your cards . . .
Cocks Why di – Why did you even back a horse? You always said we had to be –
Mellish Yeah and I’m right, you should be. I ju – I just wanted . . . oh, I dunno, Michael. I just got sick of this, being in the heart of the bloody kitchen, cleaning up the mess, doing all the . . . I just wanted a seat round that table. Maybe. As an equal, not the bloody whipping boy, one who makes ’em laugh with his, his . . . cheeky, cockney rhyming, bloody, docker’s son, fucking – sorry, Ann, oh, she’s . . . (not there.)
Cocks This is the most critical . . . I mean I’m not saying Walter’s not up to it, of course he is, but –
Mellish Not Walter. You.
Cocks (long pause) Me . . . ? But I’m . . . Bob, I’m not –
Mellish I know you’re not, that’s the point.
Harrison (bursting in) It’s not true, you’re not going, you’re not bloody going – ?
Mellish Walter, it’s fine –
Harrison Aw, what is this, no Bob, no, when we’re hanging by a thread?! How can he do– ?!
Mellish Walter, oi. He’s right to. You need your Whip to take a bloody bullet for you, and I stuck my neck out for the other guy. He needs someone he can trust. He needs . . . Michael.
Walter . . .
Mellish (to Cocks) Look, give us a minute, will yer?
Beat. Cocks exits.
Mellish Listen to me, Walter Harrison. You’re a bloody-minded Yorkshire bastard but I love yer, OK? And you’re the best Deputy Whip this building has ever bloody seen. And that’s why . . . that’s why you still will be the best Deputy . . .
Beat. Harrison sits, leans forward on his knees.
Mellish You’re the one that they’re either afraid of, or that they actually like and come to. The Chief can’t be those things. The Chief has to be above it all. And above it all, you’d be wasted. It’s your fault for being so sodding indispensible. Michael, he’s . . . he’s smart. He’s considered. Collects stamps, for fuck’s sake. We’ll need that level of patience, clear thinking, to navigate through this. But he’ll need help, Walter; someone to keep him cool, calm, you know what he can get like when he –
Taylor and Harper enter.
Taylor Bob?
Mellish Alright, it’s alright, look, let’s not make a song and dance about it.
Speaker The Member for South Ayrshire, the Member for Paisley!
Paisley and South Ayrshire bustle in, followed by Cocks hot on their heels.
Harper Oi, you two, I said wait outside!
Cocks Jim, John, / you can’t just come in here –
Paisley We’re sorry to barge in, Bob, but rumours are you’re off and we / need –
Mellish Bang on, old son, so out me way. Speak to Michael, there.
Harper Michael?
South Ayrshire Bob, we’ve come to formally resign the Whip. We can no longer in good conscience act as Members of Parliament for the Labour Party. I’m sorry.
Mellish waves them off with a free hand, turning and making to leave. Beat. Puts the box down and goes for the pair of them – yelling, the other Whips pulling him off.
Mellish You pair of disloyal bastards! I’ll have you! It’s over for you, I mean it!!
South Ayrshire Oh, don’t talk to me about loyalty, Bob! You hear?! Loyal, what’s loyal about giving the voters a promise on devolution and then not bloody well delivering?!
Taylor And how are we meant to deliver on something as big as dividing up the kingdom, Jim? (At the board.) With a majority that big?!
/> Paisley You’re not delivering on anything! On anything. This isn’t a government. Governments have powers, make decisions, rule. This isn’t a Parliament. It’s a fucking purgatory.
Paisley and South Ayrshire leave. Mellish tuts at his slightly torn shirt.
Mellish Pocket’s bloody . . .
Taylor Here, let me –
Mellish Leave it. Just . . .
Beat. Picks up his things. Walks towards the door. Stops.
Oh shit, my ca – Huh, I don’t have the, the car. Any more. It’s yours, Michael. I don’t . . . I can’t remember how I – hold on.
Cocks Bob, take the car, let it / drop you –
Mellish No, it’s fine, Christ, don’t make a . . . I just need to jog me – it’s the Circle, no District. District Line, Eastbound, from . . . see? I got it. It’s fine.
Don’t . . . don’t let ’em win. Alright? Halfway there. Don’t let the bastards win.
Mellish leaves. Silence. Cocks takes the chalk, and on the board replaces ‘+1’ with ‘–1’.
Harper . . . So. That’s it, then. Hung again.
Cocks No. That’s not it. (At the board.) We draw the odds and sods back over to us again, rainbow coalition, why not, we’ve done it before, we can do it again. We can. We . . . Walter can.
Harrison looks up.
Cocks Next vote is Aircraft and Shipbuilding Bill, a classic ideological one, we want to invest, Tories want to cut, if they beat us, they’ll call a No Confidence, which if we lose, we’re out, finished. If we win . . . well if we win, we fight another day. And another. All the way to five years. Together. (Beat. Holds out the chalk.) Walter . . . ?
Pause. Everyone looking at Harrison. He sighs . . . and stands, taking the chalk.
Harrison Alright, Chief. Let’s see what we’ve got.
Scene Five
From the dimly lit Commons Chamber, the Members’ Chorus are singing ‘The Red Flag’. A flash of light picks up the Member for Henley on the floor, facing them, back to us, brandishing the Parliamentary Mace above his head maniacally as the music explodes –
The Government Whips’ Office and the Opposition Whips’ Office. An eruption of activity as Cocks, Harrison, Harper and Taylor bundle Stirlingshire West into the Government office, holding a bloody nose, and in the Opposition office a mirror image, Atkins, Weatherill, Silvester and Esher help in the Member for Hexham, staunching his own bloody nose.
Esher Cheats! Bunch of double crossers! Can you believe it?! They broke a pair!
Hexham Ouch. It hurts. Everything on my face hurts.
The Speaker and Serjeant at Arms bowl in with Henley and Lowestoft.
Henley (shouting to members, outside) Yeah! Come on then! Bloody try it!
Speaker (trying to get above the din) Gentlemen, please! Try to act like Honourable Members of this House! And not football hooligans! I’ve already suspended the session for twenty minutes so that everyone can calm down. I’ve Commons policemen pulling people apart in the lobby and fighting, fighting, in the House of Commons Chamber! I have never in my life –
Henley That song, they were singing that bloody Commie song after they robbed us of the vote!
Weatherill Heseltine, put a sock in it!
Speaker I don’t care about the bloody vote! I do care about you removing the Parliamentary Mace from its sacred position and using it to threaten ministers!
Atkins Mr Speaker, they broke a pair, they must have done, they paired someone with one of our guys and then they brought him into the lobby for their vote!
Esher Cheats! Cheaters!
Speaker That Mace dates back to Charles II –
Henley I know, look, I –
Speaker – and symbolises – are you listening? – the royal authority under which the Commons sits. Interfering with it constitutes gross misconduct, the Serjeant at Arms, here, has the authority to take you to the cells / and imprison you –
Serjeant Only I am allowed to / place and remove that Mace, do you understand? Me.
Lowestoft Wow, wow, wow. Look.
Henley Alright! I’ll apologise!
Weatherill I’m going over there to sort this out. (Exiting.)
Speaker The House can’t reconvene for business until the Mace is placed back properly, and you put it back the wrong way round.
Lowestoft Oh, don’t – what?!
Speaker Parliament is not authorised to lawfully meet unless the Mace is in place, and you put it back the wrong way round!
Atkins Both of you, both of you, go with the Serjeant of Arms and replace the Mace.
Lowestoft Oh for GOD’S – !
He exits with Henley and Serjeant.
Government Whips’ Office.
Taylor Denis, are you alright?
Stirlingshire West Ponces, couldn’t, couldn’t throw a decent punch if – ow.
Cocks Alright, Joe, talk. Did we slip someone back in who was meant to be paired off ?
Harrison No, we agreed on six pairs and we gave them six pairs –
Harper It’s the Agriculture Minister, Chief. After the first vote tied, when we found out that Agriculture was delayed in Denmark and / hadn’t told us –
Harrison Hadn’t told us, exactly, which meant we actually had seven, seven off, and them lot had only asked for six, so we brought one of the others back in and it took our numbers up by one. We can’t help that, can we? But hey presto, done. We won.
Cocks That’s not . . . what –
Weatherill (bursting in) Michael, Walter, someone explain where your extra man came from.
Cocks Oi, this is the Government Whips’ Office, did you knock? / Go out and knock!
Weatherill Who was the Member that took your tally up from / 303 to 304?
Cocks Did you knock on that door?! Did you knock on the door?!
Weatherill All right! Knock, blimey, I’ll knock, bloody . . .
He exits, closing the door. Speaker knocks on the door.
Harrison Who is it?
Weatherill (bursting back in) God damn it, Walter!
Harrison (laughing) All right, sorry. Oi, you bugger. I’m sorry, right? We can sort this out.
Weatherill This is serious, this is really serious. Understand? The vote on our amendment was tied, 303 each, do we agree on that?
Harrison Jack –
Weatherill Then on the following division, the vote on your bill, the numbers were different. It was us, 303, and you, 3–0– 4. Which means someone who hadn’t been there at the first division was there for the second, now how can that be?
Harrison The Agriculture Minister, Jack. He’s in Denmark, right, and he wasn’t paired.
Weatherill Wasn’t pai – ? Well, had you asked for a pair, did you ask Fred for one?
Harper It was you lot, you asked for six pairs, and we gave you six –
Atkins, Silvester and Esher storm in with Speaker who has a thick book.
Atkins COCKS! I demand to / know what you did!
Cocks Uh, excuse me, all of you, / out of this office!
Weatherill Fred, the Agriculture Minister was away, did you pair him?
Silvester What? No, he wasn’t one of them, it was –
Atkins Oh, really!
Harrison Wait, just bloody listen. Jesus! We agreed pairs; six of ours for six of yours. But with Agriculture not getting back in time, we realised we actually had seven away. So even if I did chuck our member for Stalybridge and Hyde back in –
Silvester Pendry? But / he was paired –
Harrison – we still had six of our lot sitting out, as agreed!
Harper If we’d known Agriculture was away earlier, we’d have had Pendry in on the first vote an’ all. Fair and square!
Esher Cheats! Liars!
Harper Oh knock it off!
Weatherill No, that’s it then! That extra vote of your chap who went in is void, / it’s void.
Atkins Mr
Speaker, I demand, demand you void that extra vote and declare it tied –
Cocks Hold up, it isn’t tied, we won! The Bill will become law, get over it –
Speaker Wait, wait, look, according to all precedents, yes, in a tied vote, as Speaker I’d have to vote against the motion, but –
Taylor It isn’t tied! We won, by one! (Exits.)
Speaker BUT! Cocks is right, there’s nothing in the Erskine May rules that recognises pairing. That’s a gentlemen’s agreement between yourselves, I can’t call a recount.
Atkins Oh, you – that’s it, you, you . . . bastards! You’ve BLOODY HAD IT!
Speaker And I’m suspending the House for the night, so you can all / go home!
Weatherill Walter, Michael, I can’t / believe this –
Harper Why is it so hard for you to understand? You agreed six pairs and you got six pairs!
Atkins You think this is dirty? You wait. Just you wait. No – More – Pairing!
Harrison Oh don’t talk rubbish, Humphrey, you can’t just / stop –
Atkins I MEAN IT! It’s over. Pairing is off. Finished. Forget it! And The Usual Channels are closed!
He exits with the other Opposition Whips.
Taylor (re-entering) Chief, there’s uproar amongst the odds and sods, The Liberals, Welsh . . . all of them saying they won’t be voting with us again. They ‘can’t be associated with cheats’.
Cocks Oh brilliant, so . . . (At the board, tapping away.) All the odds and sods gone, and we can’t pair, with our lot, if we can’t pair – ! Fuck it!
Cocks hurls his papers across the room and exits, followed by Harper. Silence.
Taylor Walter, you need to go see Atkins now, repair the damage.
Harrison Oh ‘I need to’, is it? ‘I bloody need’?! . . . Sorry.
Taylor What, can’t take it from someone with boobs and no bollocks?
Harrison Oh fuck off, giving me that. Got bigger bollocks than anyone else here, Ann.
Taylor Because I tell you something, if there’d been more of us in there, there wouldn’t have been scenes like that tonight. We’d . . . we’d knock your bloody heads together.
Harrison (beat) Look, give . . . give me a sec.