Show: Shameless - 7x9
With strong language, violence and drug use.
Tickets this way for the Chatsworth Express.
Come and watch pikeys making a mess of the lives they were given by 'im up stairs.
And kids they're convinced aren't actually theirs.
Stay away!
What sounds on earth could ever replace kids needing money or wives in your face?
Cos' this, people reckon, and me included is why pubs and drugs were kindly invented.
To calm us all down to stop us going mental.
These are Chatsworth Estate's basic essentials.
We are worth every penny for grinding your axes.
You shit on our head.
But you pay the taxes.
LAUGHTER Imagine a Britain without Chatsworth buccaneers who'd cum on your face for the price of a beer.
Make poverty history.
Cheaper drugs now!
(LAUGHS) Scatter.
Party!
In science we got told all kinds of these 'law' things, like, "For every action there's an equal and opposite reaction."
I don't ever want to see your faces around Chatsworth again.
You got it?
I've got a new one something about, "When two bodies are on the run, "the lack of planning and the distance they travel, is directly "proportional to how much bullshit they're leaving behind."
It was here on this very spot just under a week ago that local teenager Ted Boden, known affectionately as Bonehead to friends, had attended a house party after which he was brutally attacked and later died.
Please call Carl.
'This seemingly unprovoked assault has left Chatsworth residents 'reeling in shock and detectives are no closer to finding the killer.
' Hey Compo grieving or not.
Still no sign?
Of what?
Of what?
Something bad's happened.
Oh, don't be daft.
When?
Carl's gone missing.
No he's not.
Guess you won't be coming to the Jockey then?
Invitation duly accepted.
I bet you a packet of fig rolls he'll be back tomorrow with a cheeky smile on his face.
He's not even checking Facebook.
Look, when I was his age I followed the Bay City Rollers on tour for ten days without telling anyone.
Oh, you were considerate!
Slapper!
Is that where you were?!
Carl always says, "See ya".
Always.
Still?
How've you got one?
Haven't.
Saved this.
What the fuck for?
If it had been you and not Bonehead shagging her then, bye bye, Chesney.
I wouldn't have showed it everyone.
Who were you calling?
Anyone.
Who'll come and get us out of this shithole.
Tell anyone why we left they're in danger.
Yeah, so we'll lie low.
Stay out of sight until Jimmy's nicked.
Thinking with your dick was the start of all this.
You're to blame as well.
YOU bet I couldn't shag Sammi.
This is fucking stupid.
How far to the ferry?
Too fucking far.
Does it still count as a honeymoon if you don't go straight away?
Exactly!
If you want somewhere proper it's worth waiting for.
Safari?
That won't be cheap.
Real baboons.
His father's nose is coming through.
Go away!
I'd've knocked you right out, la!
There's no need for that.
Long as nana's accent stays at bay.
So what're you saying?
Fuck off!
Did you clock that?
He's just took it the wrong way.
What?
The threat to knock him out, Mum.
He knows I'm joking.
It's not you it's just, your manner can be...
Say what you mean, Karen.
To a more delicate soul you might sometimes come across slightly aggressive.
Me?!
Aggressive?!
Y'all right Jamie.
Can I have a lager and a blackhead, please?
Still no Carl?
Nah.
Yes, mate?
Two Stellas.
Oh, what convenient timing!
Stella, by name...
It's me youngest.
Fucking...no offence, mate.
Just apple of me eye, that's all.
Jimmy must have something to do with it.
Yeah, everyone knows he did it.
No not Bonehead.
Carl and Chesney legging it.
I heard that slag sister were all over Chesney at party Yeah, was that before or after Bonehead shagged her?
I'm fucked, I need to get me head down.
Where you going?
Here y'are.
Fuck this.
This'll wake you up!
DOGS BARK Whoa!
GUN SHOT Ches!
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
That'll do.
Look, please, stop pointing the gun at me.
Please.
I'm sorry.
Help him.
CAR TYRES CRUNCH In there.
Hurry up.
Come on.
What are you going to do with us?
I said hurry up.
Quick.
Move it!
Ah, that's hanging.
It's all right.
(SIGHS) Carl!
His phone's off!
Well, he wouldn't answer to you anyway.
What you did to him.
We need to report it.
They're grown men.
When's Carl gone missing for two hours before?
When he got herpes round his mouth.
He didn't.
Plating that mong who did handstands in the Jockey.
He's got a point.
If they don't want to be contacted...
I dread the day I have to rely on you.
Well, maybe you're just missing him?
What's she digging now?
Don't think about it.
What is she digging?!
Help!
You twisted fucker!
Let us out!
Anyone, please help!
Shut up.
Shut up.
(SHE SINGS) Please!
Just talk to us.
What do you want to talk to her for?!
Ask her not to do anything stupid.
More stupid than undress, kidnap and let us starve to death?
I'm too young to die.
We're not going to die.
SINGING STOPS Smell cooking?
It might be other runaways she's caught.
Help!
Help!
Help!
Help!
Help!
Somebody help us!
You sick bitch!
Let us out!
DOOR CREAKS So sorry, lads.
Smoking too much of my own shit always makes me paranoid.
Breakfast's ready.
Put your hands together for Mavis, who's had her best collection yet at Timperley Infirmary.
Er, £62.28 Oh, and, er, the calendar's drawing ever closer, girls.
(ALL) Ooh!
We need at least three more, even though Edith has volunteered to be on every month!
(ALL) Ooh!
(THEY CHANT) Out!
Out!
Out!
Out!
Out!
CHEERING I think that's time for a break, ladies.
What do you think of the gang?
All right, I suppose.
It's all right.
You'll settle.
That's just "first day of term" stuff.
It took me over a month before I finally settled.
Florence.
Florence.
Ethel wants to go naked in her wheelchair.
Give Stephen Hawkings a hard on.
SHOCKED LAUGHTER And now look at me!
I'd probably get me kit off for a good cause.
Especially if it'd help with the gang.
(Chatsworth.) Don't give them any more ammunition.
You'll find them an even harder bunch to crack.
Er, shall we do coffee?
Soon?
I'll call you.
(THEY CHUCKLE) (Drug addicts.) You two-faced skinny bitch.
Bet you never had to bring kids up.
Save it Lumley.
Nobody tells me what to do.
Don't fucking ignore me.
(POSH) In Hertford, Hereford and Hampshire, hurricanes hardly "hever" happen.
'You have 6% accuracy and 2% progress.
' Stuck-up slag.
KNOCK AT DOOR Mimi?
You OK?
Women's Institute?!
That is what all this is about?
They're all right.
They're not you.
I know they're not.
But the other night wasn't the only time I've scared someone off.
That is their problem.
It's not though, Karen.
I was born and brought up on a council estate 35 miles away from here, and I'm going to spend the rest of me life on one.
So, how are them stuck-up boots going to help?
Improve me jam-making?
I'm now in this constant struggle with my personality.
You've been through a lot, girl.
So don't you start trying to be summat you're not.
I promise.
I'm sorry about your dog.
More concerned with you two...
now you know my little secret.
Don't worry about us.
No chance of us saying owt.
You don't look like you'd grass.
As if!
Or that you're capable of taxing me.
You're holding the gun.
CAR PULLS UP Fucking hell, Cedric.
Shout at the Dibble?
These inbreds stick together.
He'll end up nicking us.
(THEY SPEAK WELSH) They talking Urdu?
Welsh.
ENGINE STARTS You...
..sit down.
(CHUCKLES) I unloaded it this morning.
Make sure there's no more accidents.
What did the police want?
Just reports of two lads trying doors on cars and sheds.
Wouldn't want to get arrested round here.
Have you seen The Wicker Man?
Guess not.
So...
No belongings and a fiver between you.
Tells me you left somewhere in a hurry.
Yeah.
You could say that.
It's just...
I'm not interested.
No shit on my doorstep.
Where were you headed?
We was going to go...
Ireland.
I'll drop you at the ferry tonight.
My way of saying sorry for doing a Papa Fritzl.
There's a spare bed if you want to get some sleep.
How much is there?
Well, we're here today to kick-start a brand new initiative that aims to allow residents of the community a voice of their own.
DOG BARKS Hey!
Aargh!
Tell us how this all came about.
Not bad, that.
Better than some.
Graffiti scares the punters, though.
Seen our Shane?
He's just gone badger baiting.
Seen our Shane?
In the daytime?
He needs to earn for his honeymoon.
But he's took Bunty's dog without permission, and it's epileptic.
Mind, some farmers are happy to see a few less.
I recognise Billy Smart in the suit, even without the oranges and a stiletto up his arse.
Hello.
What you filming me for?
You look like a likely candidate.
Freeze!
RSPCA!
Ha, ha, ha.
Bang to rights.
I've got the farmer's permission, you dickhead.
Here.
Put me down for one.
Pretending to be a grass is never a joke.
Ah!
It's a movie camera.
Digital.
Did Baghead Billy ram-raid Currys again?
Me and Liam got picked off the council cos Chatsworth's a shithole.
What for? "
Community initiative to aid our recovery."
We make films of our situation, yeah, and see what we look like.
Then it's easier to fix.
It's what the Yanks do.
Oh, my giddy fucking God.
You are a grass.
Why's that being a grass?
Why's it not?
The best one gets a grand and a free trip to Hollinwood.
But we can split the money.
Nah.
Two weeks' badger baiting earns more than that.
So?
What, killing god's creatures and stinking out the gaff?
I know what I'd rather do.
What is it with you and films?
It's good to dream.
It don't have to be interviews.
We can dramatise it.
What, like Corrie?
No.
Drama!
Anything.
You know. "
Nobody leaves the baby in the corner."
I've got evidence.
I'll be watching you.
Here.
Don't say owt in front of Donnie Brasco, but...
we have got a camera of our own, you know.
Next filming I do is from a hot-air balloon over the Serengeti.
It's a great way of holding the mirror to ourselves.
Amazing stories without the cost of scripted drama.
We'll interview you about your experience with the local community.
Kyle!
Jeremy!
Put the fucking lotion in the fucking basket.
Carl and Chesney are wanted!
For what?
Murder.
No way!
We were just reporting 'em missing at the police station and that slag sister was coming out.
Who?
Jimmy's sister stuck 'em in.
Slow down.
What happened?
Sammi.
She's give a statement.
She saw 'em with Bonehead five minutes before he was killed.
The police must know it was Jimmy.
That means nothing.
We've got to get 'em home.
Or keep 'em away.
Sometimes, I'd swear they're not even mine.
Oo-er, Mrs!
Local MP with a Marilyn fixation.
Oh, yeah.
(IN CHARACTER) Yes, Mr President.
Happy birthday, Mr President.
Orange and a high-heel shoe up your anus, Mr President.
(CHUCKLES) Come here, you daft get.
Know this, Kelly Maguire.
I don't, nor never will...
..need oranges, poppers, pills or Viagra.
Just you.
In the gear...or starkers.
(GIGGLES) Mm-mmm.
Pumpkin...
Yes, honey bunny?
You know Micky's camera thingy?
Mm.
Well, I do role playing at work all the time, and I think, maybe...I've always wanted to be an actress.
I like the sound of that, an' all.
No piss, pain or back bottom, though.
(MICKY) Cut!
Got it.
Liam.
Chop, chop.
Nosing at our film.
What's this supposed to be?
Tell 'em nothing!
We're calling it Fit Bird.
Why aren't you making a film that says something about our situation?
Said we should've done Top Gun!
Stupid!
Fit Bird is going to show the plight of working girls.
Help get 'em off the street.
Sugar-coated fluff.
You can show that but you can also make a stand.
What, like you are?!
It's verite, you twat.
The art of letting the estate speak for itself.
People would rather watch a film than a documentary any day.
Michael Moore might have something to say about that.
Who?
That arsonist kid in your year?
Why are they working with him?
Go, Liam.
Go.
(HUMS A TUNE) Oh, it's got to be worth a shot.
What's the point?
Don't we want to get away from here?
Why don't you just ask her?
You ask her.
It's your idea.
All right.
I will.
More salad?
He's on a diet.
I thought they were supposed to be fat.
When you sell 'em for meat.
I want this lazy fucker to mate.
He's too heavy to get off the ground to mount anything.
Can't girl pigs get on top?
What's it called?
He.
Harris.
Don't want to leave yet.
It's too early.
Hazel.
We've been thinking...
Your weed...
Forget it.
Oh, come on.
There's always a drought round our way.
There's a drought everywhere these days.
I bet we can beat what price you get now.
And pay with what?
Yeah, we know people.
It's all right.
Come on.
Just a little bit.
Hazel.
It's mainly personal anyway.
All that?
There's other users in the valley, and a couple of Scousers take the rest.
Probably are a bit cheap, though.
We won't be.
Go on, Hazel.
Just give us a sample.
We'll prove we're worth it.
If it's good, we'll get paid in advance.
Five days into blossom.
Go double with this.
The buds stink but it won't burn 'em.
Makes them stickier.
What about Ireland?
Second thoughts.
Make some money, we can go anywhere.
Crop's not ready.
Two days?
Four.
I'd say less.
But we can wait.
(CHUCKLES) Can you, now?
If you're interested.
Where will you stay?
Is there a hotel?
Won't that let people know where you are?
So?
You can't be proper fugitives, then.
We never said we were.
Come on.
There must be lots of jobs on a farm.
Just while we wait.
You lookin' at me?
Yeah, you.
You lookin' at me?
Because...
I can't see anyone else here.
Who the fuck do you think you're looking at?
Rated.
You look like a bell end.
Oh, well.
Life imitating art.
Your script better be as good as your porn was.
You don't have to dress as one to play Sonic the Hedgehog!
I'm writing a script.
What?
Carl and Ches.
They've pinned Bonehead's murder on them.
Someone needs to sort Jimmy out.
No!
You're Maguires.
Come on.
Do the right thing.
Round the family up.
Force Jimmy to confess.
I can't.
Why?
Cos it's not our fight.
That's never stopped you before.
I can't concentrate in here.
Do it for me.
I would.
I've already asked me dad.
He said he's not risking any of us for any of yous.
Plus, he can't stand the fucking sight of that Chesney after his mam ripped him off.
Look, I'm sorry.
(MIMI, POSH) Is it full frontal?
We will be nude.
But with fruit and flowers, tastefully placed to protect our modesty.
My Paddy loved me in nothing but a Santy hat.
I don't think it's your thing.
Laura Ashley, under a good old M&S cardie.
Make a good leprechaun in March?
Maybe not the modelling, Mimi.
Any other favourite labels?
Bit of Lacoste, back in the day. "
Dey do, dough, don't dey, dough?"
My ultimate fashion disaster was on Lady Captain's Day last year.
The heavens opened, and my bra strap was showing through my cashmere Pringle.
Not so fast, Little Miss Bootle.
Get off me!
All right.
Get off!
Shut it!
(Bitch!) You think sheep bite?
Probably.
It's good here, man.
It's not that good.
There's fuck all for me back there.
I know there is for you.
Should have just fronted the little dickhead.
Think so?
Nah.
He'd leather me all over.
And still hurt Liam.
I didn't think I'd miss home.
You'll get over it.
He wouldn't get us in Pakistan.
Behave!
I know.
London?
There's too many homeless.
John Macca's brother was on the gear in a week.
He was a baghead before!
Wasn't queer, though.
At least we're staying put till the weed's ready.
Carl?
You all right?
Thought you might be hungry.
Nice kid, in't he?
Let's hope he makes it to 12.
Anything good?
Small matter of a firearm.
Just got him another five years.
Let's get it and get out of here.
And action.
Chatsworth was developed as a garden suburb in the post-war years, a time of optimism in city planning.
The good intentions faded with time and the shift in cultural attitudes.
Good take?
Perfect.
♪..and the seven seas ♪ Everybody's looking for something ♪ Some of them want to use you ♪ Some of them want to get used by you...
♪ Stop doing that!
Go on, Hazel.
Hardly the Palladium, but I held a note longer than most.
Scran time soon?
This'll build your appetite.
Hmmm!
Haven't you got small hands?
Don't believe the hype.
I'd love to work on cruise ships.
You still wear armbands!
Why did you stop?
It's harder for mature singers when they leave the ships.
Look at Jane Macdonald.
Look at Jane Macdonald.
So why leave?
Indeed.
Which one's your ex?
At the back.
You'd be all right, the size of his hands.
They were the problem.
'..teenager Ted Boden...
' There's your dad!
'..had attended a house party after which he was brutally attacked and later died.
'The police have released the images of suspects, 'Carl Gallagher and Chesney Karib.
'A witness statement claims to have seen both men with the victim shortly before his death.
' I wanted to kill a man once.
We didn't kill him!
Looks that way.
Ches, we need to get back.
They've got fuck all evidence, we've just got to tell the truth.
And Jimmy'll come for us.
Not if he's in jail.
Brothers, uncles, rest of his firm.
We're on the run for murder.
In for a penny!
We're fucked either way.
Remanded for killing Bonehead or getting done in by wannabe gangsters.
We'll get police protection.
Yeah(!) Coz they're known for sympathy when a brother's got problems.
What protection?
You're suspects!
We need to get back and sort this.
Will that lessen the threat to your little brother?
Contrary to the trend of pub closures, and regardless of any recession, Chatsworth regulars still find ways to attend their local pub.
Scouse decoy service suspended.
You're not welcome.
At least you're still speaking.
You reckon?
They can't have kept you five minutes!
Not the point.
I'm not proud of myself.
Save it, Winona.
It's just that nothing beats that adrenalin rush.
Normal people stop around their 15th birthday.
I didn't start till I was 50.
Well, you need help.
I'm getting it.
I am sorry.
I promise I won't put you through that again.
Fair enough.
As well as the apology, I came to talk about the calendar.
My new white basque and the pom-poms?
I'm a lovely snowman.
I was wondering about getting something to help the mood?
You know, relax and open the girls up a bit?
A couple of them are really quite shy.
You know.
Oh.
And I can get that sort of stuff?
Can't you?
I'll sort something out.
Not that different to the rest of us after all!
Actually worse, but pretending to be better?
Hypocrites!
It's OK.
Wait and see.
Sshhh.
Leave it.
Don't.
No!
You think you're a big man?
Do the crime but you can't do the time?
Is that right?
What's going on?
And what's with the bullshit statements, you lying slag?
Hey.
That's not nice.
Stupid bitch!
You think everyone's scared?
You make me sick.
Fuckin'...
Get off.
Out!
SMOOTH JAZZ MUSIC The war on terror fucked me up big-time.
Back home, the war on crime raged all around.
And the good guys were losing.
CUT!
Bramhall, please.
Whoa, lady.
I think you'll find I saw him first!
We're making a film, love.
Aren't we all.
OK, let's go again, everyone.
From the top.
My fucking arm's killing me!
I still say it needs a stitch.
Yeah, five-hour wait with overdosing smack-heads for a scratch?
No chance.
Sorry.
Don't worry about it.
About everything.
Now I'm feeling even more guilty.
Don't use this to put another downer on us.
If Carl was still with you, he wouldn't be fucking about at parties.
He wouldn't be in this sort of shit and you wouldn't be getting whacked.
And if wasn't with you, I could be at parties, off me head and risk getting raped or killed by knobheads.
What sort of way is that to look at life?
Here.
You need it.
Now that will get a party going.
Not enough.
You'll incite an orgy.
Exactly!
Garcon!
Mam, we need a Scouser.
What the fuck do you look like?
Has anyone seen Liam?
Fucking gangsters, eh?
Eh, you remember, Lillian!
You know, before Slack Alices, me and our Bernard sent the Krays packing.
You'd have been about eight!
Platform seven, Piccadilly station, stood at the back, QSG.
Showed the "Cockneys", all right.
The shopping channel?
Not QS - Quality Street Gang, you know, Tommy the Hat, Benny Axes, Kenny the Dope.
You know.
Manchester's finest.
I prefer Roses.
♪ Raindrops keep falling on my head ♪ But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon...
♪ You're like ET.
♪..Crying's not for me ♪ Cos I'm never going to stop the rain...
♪ No, not round here.
Stop!
Stop!
Stop!
Stop!
What's wrong?
Just not here.
Come on, mate.
Enjoy it while we can.
I'm trying.
She was a bit lively getting you away from there.
Sacred spaces.
She's right into me, though.
She could be your mam!
MILF with her own weed farm - could it get any better?
See you later.
So you've had no boyfriends at all since your ex?
How long's he been dead?
Couple of years.
That's a long time without a man.
Maybe.
You don't talk about him much.
That's right.
But you started to.
Penile cancer sounds nasty.
Change the channel.
Just change the channel.
It's not contagious, is it?
Just kept going on and on.
You're right.
It's been too long.
I think she's up for it.
Never(!) What's up with you?
Let's see where your dick takes us this time.
Don't be like that.
She might want both of us.
Give her one from me.
Oh, no more!
FUCK!
PHONE RINGS 'Carl, you always say "see you".
' You'll be perfect for the part.
It's been a nightmare getting extras.
Do we share the prize money?
Why?
You're pulling out anyway.
We sacrifice our project for a greater cause.
You're not doing anything about Jimmy.
Seems everyone is too scared to do anything.
It's not our fight.
You know, the surveillance can look after itself.
All right.
We'll split the winnings.
OK.
For some reason, my new bird didn't understand me.
I love the start of this.
Are you right in the head?
Lots of couples watch these films.
On a first date?
And...cut Great.
Well done, team.
All across the estate...
Why won't the council sort it?
Smackheads, crackheads, rapists, murderers...
Does me in.
Looking for a good time?
Cabbages me napper...
Sends me under.
Then I sussedit.
Even though my swede kept pounding...
Save just one little lamb...
Save one...and the buzzing might stop and the headaches go away.
Damp pissflaps for the first time in years girls.
Right!
Come on.
Oh, come on, give it here.
Not so posh now, are you, girls?
Can you hear me now?
Can you hear me now?
Ian?
Yeah?
I fancy a drink.
Have you got a death wish?
He won't stop me.
You don't think?
Are you going somewhere?
Yeah I got something to do.
What's this?
Oh-ho!
Now who's got a death wish?
Have you got any better ideas?
It's not Micky's movie!
Somebody might come forward.
The whole estate's shit-scared.
He's not gonna just admit to it.
So I'll, I'll have to be subtle.
Ian, it's not the time to play the hero.
I'm no hero.
I steal my brother's girl then stand and watch her get hit with a pool cue.
Stop!
I don't know how anyone could hit a woman.
You'd be surprised.
Why d'you get with him?
He didn't start out like that.
I guess we both changed.
Still no excuse.
He broke six of my ribs once.
Scum.
You're sweet now, though.
I wish my life was this sorted.
D'you reckon?
What more could you want?
I wouldn't be so sure I'm that good a role model.
(SOBS) He can't stop you any more.
You could just go back on the boats.
He can.
How?
Oh, shit!
Fuckin' kill you!
Please!
I'm more a prisoner than before.
If I ever leave, then they find the body.
What do you think's left down there after two years?
Bet his hands are still as big.
Pigs eat anything, don't they?
No way, Chesney.
Harris'd love a break from that diet.
All right, mate.
You having a laugh?
Are you?
What is it with you and my family?
You must mean Carl, cos I ain't got round to Liam yet.
Where is he?
You think I'm stupid?
I found a camera.
You do think I'm stupid.
I'm getting out of here.
When?
Now.
Right.
I'm coming with you.
What about the weed?
Your new bird?
SCREAMS Great ambition.
They should be really proud.
(POSH ACCENT) Possibly as innovative as the original, considering the budget.
I thought you were a Scouser?
The Wirral.
'The hurricane of retribution flushed the shit down the drain.
'Me napper wasn't shredded.
The buzzing was a quiet beep.
'The dealers got fucked off as flowers bloomed 'and kiddies' laughter filled the air.
'Old people went back in the park.
'I married Beatrice and we adopted Jodie.
'United won yet another treble and we all lived happily ever after.
SMATTERING OF APPLAUSE EVERYONE APPLAUDS Your little cocktail certainly livened proceedings at the WI.
52 copies sold already.
12.99.
Threadbare-rug-munching.com.
Some sick fucks out there.
Check February...
'There's a better way of phrasing that law of physics 'opposite reaction thing...
'Just say it the way we do round here.
'What goes around comes around, and that.
' Blood?!
'Cos now it's time to stop all the bullshit.
'Stop flapping.
Galvanise.
Stick together in the name of righteousness 'and that.
Do the right things, innit?
' DOOR SLAMS Y'all right, all right?
Ian?
Please, Carl.
Just come home.
They're on to you already.
You're firing blanks?
It's a terrible affliction.
We put our heads together and come up with a solution.
You won't know which is which.
Think Kelly'll be up for it?
We all know who's really responsible.
If you don't fess up, I'll fucking kill ya.
Things can go back to the way they were.
No.
They can't.
Yeah, they can.
Are you sure you want to do this?
Gallagher!
Yeah that's right.
run after him.
I'm leaving.
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Fucking hell, Frank.
All right, here you go then.
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Emily!
This is my...friend, Lara.
This is my friend, Mandy.
Have you already met?
Yeah.
It was a coincidence.
'What's going on?
' Nothing.
James, aren't you supposed to be in jail?
Yes.
You can't just stay here!
Effie, what the fuck is going on?
You didn't reply.
Freddie!
Effie won't come out of the toilet.
You left her alone?
She's going to need us to help rebuild her again.
MAN: What are you thinking about?
My brother.
What about him?
Nothing.
Something happened to him, didn't it?
Lots of things happened to him.
He was born almost a month late.
Won a poetry competition when he was eight and met Sarah Ferguson.
Got the highest mark for a first-year essay in Cardiff's history.
And somewhere in there, he was hit by a bus and nearly killed, right?
Why don't you tell me about that?
Why that?
Why not the good stuff?
Because I'm not interested in it.
Tell me what happened to your brother, Elizabeth.
From the start.
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One, two...
Johann!
Stop it!
Johann!
Stop it, right now!
(JOHANN YELLS) Come here!
Come here!
♪...Who could heed the words of Charlie Darwin?
♪ Fighting for the system built to fail...
♪ Ooh!
You said you were cold.
I don't recognise it.
It's Freddie's.
Oh.
Do you want me to get you another one?
No.
It's fine.
I'll keep it.
You're doing so well, sweetheart.
There's a bus coming.
Tony doesn't see it.
He's distracted.
It hits him.
Runs him over.
He's in the gutter and he's bleeding.
He looks dead.
Open your eyes.
Well done, Elizabeth.
It's taken you three weeks to tell me that story.
How do you feel?
Awful.
I'd like us to try something now.
I want you to close your eyes again and imagine that bus never hit Tony.
Can you do that for me?
But it did hit him.
It's just an exercise.
Try to imagine it never happened.
OK.
Make a picture in your head.
What do you see?
Tony, standing by the road.
He's laughing.
Good.
Tickets this way for the Chatsworth Express.
Come and watch pikeys making a mess of the lives they were given by 'im up stairs.
And kids they're convinced aren't actually theirs.
Stay away!
What sounds on earth could ever replace kids needing money or wives in your face?
Cos' this, people reckon, and me included is why pubs and drugs were kindly invented.
To calm us all down to stop us going mental.
These are Chatsworth Estate's basic essentials.
We are worth every penny for grinding your axes.
You shit on our head.
But you pay the taxes.
LAUGHTER Imagine a Britain without Chatsworth buccaneers who'd cum on your face for the price of a beer.
Make poverty history.
Cheaper drugs now!
(LAUGHS) Scatter.
Party!
In science we got told all kinds of these 'law' things, like, "For every action there's an equal and opposite reaction."
I don't ever want to see your faces around Chatsworth again.
You got it?
I've got a new one something about, "When two bodies are on the run, "the lack of planning and the distance they travel, is directly "proportional to how much bullshit they're leaving behind."
It was here on this very spot just under a week ago that local teenager Ted Boden, known affectionately as Bonehead to friends, had attended a house party after which he was brutally attacked and later died.
Please call Carl.
'This seemingly unprovoked assault has left Chatsworth residents 'reeling in shock and detectives are no closer to finding the killer.
' Hey Compo grieving or not.
Still no sign?
Of what?
Of what?
Something bad's happened.
Oh, don't be daft.
When?
Carl's gone missing.
No he's not.
Guess you won't be coming to the Jockey then?
Invitation duly accepted.
I bet you a packet of fig rolls he'll be back tomorrow with a cheeky smile on his face.
He's not even checking Facebook.
Look, when I was his age I followed the Bay City Rollers on tour for ten days without telling anyone.
Oh, you were considerate!
Slapper!
Is that where you were?!
Carl always says, "See ya".
Always.
Still?
How've you got one?
Haven't.
Saved this.
What the fuck for?
If it had been you and not Bonehead shagging her then, bye bye, Chesney.
I wouldn't have showed it everyone.
Who were you calling?
Anyone.
Who'll come and get us out of this shithole.
Tell anyone why we left they're in danger.
Yeah, so we'll lie low.
Stay out of sight until Jimmy's nicked.
Thinking with your dick was the start of all this.
You're to blame as well.
YOU bet I couldn't shag Sammi.
This is fucking stupid.
How far to the ferry?
Too fucking far.
Does it still count as a honeymoon if you don't go straight away?
Exactly!
If you want somewhere proper it's worth waiting for.
Safari?
That won't be cheap.
Real baboons.
His father's nose is coming through.
Go away!
I'd've knocked you right out, la!
There's no need for that.
Long as nana's accent stays at bay.
So what're you saying?
Fuck off!
Did you clock that?
He's just took it the wrong way.
What?
The threat to knock him out, Mum.
He knows I'm joking.
It's not you it's just, your manner can be...
Say what you mean, Karen.
To a more delicate soul you might sometimes come across slightly aggressive.
Me?!
Aggressive?!
Y'all right Jamie.
Can I have a lager and a blackhead, please?
Still no Carl?
Nah.
Yes, mate?
Two Stellas.
Oh, what convenient timing!
Stella, by name...
It's me youngest.
Fucking...no offence, mate.
Just apple of me eye, that's all.
Jimmy must have something to do with it.
Yeah, everyone knows he did it.
No not Bonehead.
Carl and Chesney legging it.
I heard that slag sister were all over Chesney at party Yeah, was that before or after Bonehead shagged her?
I'm fucked, I need to get me head down.
Where you going?
Here y'are.
Fuck this.
This'll wake you up!
DOGS BARK Whoa!
GUN SHOT Ches!
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
That'll do.
Look, please, stop pointing the gun at me.
Please.
I'm sorry.
Help him.
CAR TYRES CRUNCH In there.
Hurry up.
Come on.
What are you going to do with us?
I said hurry up.
Quick.
Move it!
Ah, that's hanging.
It's all right.
(SIGHS) Carl!
His phone's off!
Well, he wouldn't answer to you anyway.
What you did to him.
We need to report it.
They're grown men.
When's Carl gone missing for two hours before?
When he got herpes round his mouth.
He didn't.
Plating that mong who did handstands in the Jockey.
He's got a point.
If they don't want to be contacted...
I dread the day I have to rely on you.
Well, maybe you're just missing him?
What's she digging now?
Don't think about it.
What is she digging?!
Help!
You twisted fucker!
Let us out!
Anyone, please help!
Shut up.
Shut up.
(SHE SINGS) Please!
Just talk to us.
What do you want to talk to her for?!
Ask her not to do anything stupid.
More stupid than undress, kidnap and let us starve to death?
I'm too young to die.
We're not going to die.
SINGING STOPS Smell cooking?
It might be other runaways she's caught.
Help!
Help!
Help!
Help!
Help!
Somebody help us!
You sick bitch!
Let us out!
DOOR CREAKS So sorry, lads.
Smoking too much of my own shit always makes me paranoid.
Breakfast's ready.
Put your hands together for Mavis, who's had her best collection yet at Timperley Infirmary.
Er, £62.28 Oh, and, er, the calendar's drawing ever closer, girls.
(ALL) Ooh!
We need at least three more, even though Edith has volunteered to be on every month!
(ALL) Ooh!
(THEY CHANT) Out!
Out!
Out!
Out!
Out!
CHEERING I think that's time for a break, ladies.
What do you think of the gang?
All right, I suppose.
It's all right.
You'll settle.
That's just "first day of term" stuff.
It took me over a month before I finally settled.
Florence.
Florence.
Ethel wants to go naked in her wheelchair.
Give Stephen Hawkings a hard on.
SHOCKED LAUGHTER And now look at me!
I'd probably get me kit off for a good cause.
Especially if it'd help with the gang.
(Chatsworth.) Don't give them any more ammunition.
You'll find them an even harder bunch to crack.
Er, shall we do coffee?
Soon?
I'll call you.
(THEY CHUCKLE) (Drug addicts.) You two-faced skinny bitch.
Bet you never had to bring kids up.
Save it Lumley.
Nobody tells me what to do.
Don't fucking ignore me.
(POSH) In Hertford, Hereford and Hampshire, hurricanes hardly "hever" happen.
'You have 6% accuracy and 2% progress.
' Stuck-up slag.
KNOCK AT DOOR Mimi?
You OK?
Women's Institute?!
That is what all this is about?
They're all right.
They're not you.
I know they're not.
But the other night wasn't the only time I've scared someone off.
That is their problem.
It's not though, Karen.
I was born and brought up on a council estate 35 miles away from here, and I'm going to spend the rest of me life on one.
So, how are them stuck-up boots going to help?
Improve me jam-making?
I'm now in this constant struggle with my personality.
You've been through a lot, girl.
So don't you start trying to be summat you're not.
I promise.
I'm sorry about your dog.
More concerned with you two...
now you know my little secret.
Don't worry about us.
No chance of us saying owt.
You don't look like you'd grass.
As if!
Or that you're capable of taxing me.
You're holding the gun.
CAR PULLS UP Fucking hell, Cedric.
Shout at the Dibble?
These inbreds stick together.
He'll end up nicking us.
(THEY SPEAK WELSH) They talking Urdu?
Welsh.
ENGINE STARTS You...
..sit down.
(CHUCKLES) I unloaded it this morning.
Make sure there's no more accidents.
What did the police want?
Just reports of two lads trying doors on cars and sheds.
Wouldn't want to get arrested round here.
Have you seen The Wicker Man?
Guess not.
So...
No belongings and a fiver between you.
Tells me you left somewhere in a hurry.
Yeah.
You could say that.
It's just...
I'm not interested.
No shit on my doorstep.
Where were you headed?
We was going to go...
Ireland.
I'll drop you at the ferry tonight.
My way of saying sorry for doing a Papa Fritzl.
There's a spare bed if you want to get some sleep.
How much is there?
Well, we're here today to kick-start a brand new initiative that aims to allow residents of the community a voice of their own.
DOG BARKS Hey!
Aargh!
Tell us how this all came about.
Not bad, that.
Better than some.
Graffiti scares the punters, though.
Seen our Shane?
He's just gone badger baiting.
Seen our Shane?
In the daytime?
He needs to earn for his honeymoon.
But he's took Bunty's dog without permission, and it's epileptic.
Mind, some farmers are happy to see a few less.
I recognise Billy Smart in the suit, even without the oranges and a stiletto up his arse.
Hello.
What you filming me for?
You look like a likely candidate.
Freeze!
RSPCA!
Ha, ha, ha.
Bang to rights.
I've got the farmer's permission, you dickhead.
Here.
Put me down for one.
Pretending to be a grass is never a joke.
Ah!
It's a movie camera.
Digital.
Did Baghead Billy ram-raid Currys again?
Me and Liam got picked off the council cos Chatsworth's a shithole.
What for? "
Community initiative to aid our recovery."
We make films of our situation, yeah, and see what we look like.
Then it's easier to fix.
It's what the Yanks do.
Oh, my giddy fucking God.
You are a grass.
Why's that being a grass?
Why's it not?
The best one gets a grand and a free trip to Hollinwood.
But we can split the money.
Nah.
Two weeks' badger baiting earns more than that.
So?
What, killing god's creatures and stinking out the gaff?
I know what I'd rather do.
What is it with you and films?
It's good to dream.
It don't have to be interviews.
We can dramatise it.
What, like Corrie?
No.
Drama!
Anything.
You know. "
Nobody leaves the baby in the corner."
I've got evidence.
I'll be watching you.
Here.
Don't say owt in front of Donnie Brasco, but...
we have got a camera of our own, you know.
Next filming I do is from a hot-air balloon over the Serengeti.
It's a great way of holding the mirror to ourselves.
Amazing stories without the cost of scripted drama.
We'll interview you about your experience with the local community.
Kyle!
Jeremy!
Put the fucking lotion in the fucking basket.
Carl and Chesney are wanted!
For what?
Murder.
No way!
We were just reporting 'em missing at the police station and that slag sister was coming out.
Who?
Jimmy's sister stuck 'em in.
Slow down.
What happened?
Sammi.
She's give a statement.
She saw 'em with Bonehead five minutes before he was killed.
The police must know it was Jimmy.
That means nothing.
We've got to get 'em home.
Or keep 'em away.
Sometimes, I'd swear they're not even mine.
Oo-er, Mrs!
Local MP with a Marilyn fixation.
Oh, yeah.
(IN CHARACTER) Yes, Mr President.
Happy birthday, Mr President.
Orange and a high-heel shoe up your anus, Mr President.
(CHUCKLES) Come here, you daft get.
Know this, Kelly Maguire.
I don't, nor never will...
..need oranges, poppers, pills or Viagra.
Just you.
In the gear...or starkers.
(GIGGLES) Mm-mmm.
Pumpkin...
Yes, honey bunny?
You know Micky's camera thingy?
Mm.
Well, I do role playing at work all the time, and I think, maybe...I've always wanted to be an actress.
I like the sound of that, an' all.
No piss, pain or back bottom, though.
(MICKY) Cut!
Got it.
Liam.
Chop, chop.
Nosing at our film.
What's this supposed to be?
Tell 'em nothing!
We're calling it Fit Bird.
Why aren't you making a film that says something about our situation?
Said we should've done Top Gun!
Stupid!
Fit Bird is going to show the plight of working girls.
Help get 'em off the street.
Sugar-coated fluff.
You can show that but you can also make a stand.
What, like you are?!
It's verite, you twat.
The art of letting the estate speak for itself.
People would rather watch a film than a documentary any day.
Michael Moore might have something to say about that.
Who?
That arsonist kid in your year?
Why are they working with him?
Go, Liam.
Go.
(HUMS A TUNE) Oh, it's got to be worth a shot.
What's the point?
Don't we want to get away from here?
Why don't you just ask her?
You ask her.
It's your idea.
All right.
I will.
More salad?
He's on a diet.
I thought they were supposed to be fat.
When you sell 'em for meat.
I want this lazy fucker to mate.
He's too heavy to get off the ground to mount anything.
Can't girl pigs get on top?
What's it called?
He.
Harris.
Don't want to leave yet.
It's too early.
Hazel.
We've been thinking...
Your weed...
Forget it.
Oh, come on.
There's always a drought round our way.
There's a drought everywhere these days.
I bet we can beat what price you get now.
And pay with what?
Yeah, we know people.
It's all right.
Come on.
Just a little bit.
Hazel.
It's mainly personal anyway.
All that?
There's other users in the valley, and a couple of Scousers take the rest.
Probably are a bit cheap, though.
We won't be.
Go on, Hazel.
Just give us a sample.
We'll prove we're worth it.
If it's good, we'll get paid in advance.
Five days into blossom.
Go double with this.
The buds stink but it won't burn 'em.
Makes them stickier.
What about Ireland?
Second thoughts.
Make some money, we can go anywhere.
Crop's not ready.
Two days?
Four.
I'd say less.
But we can wait.
(CHUCKLES) Can you, now?
If you're interested.
Where will you stay?
Is there a hotel?
Won't that let people know where you are?
So?
You can't be proper fugitives, then.
We never said we were.
Come on.
There must be lots of jobs on a farm.
Just while we wait.
You lookin' at me?
Yeah, you.
You lookin' at me?
Because...
I can't see anyone else here.
Who the fuck do you think you're looking at?
Rated.
You look like a bell end.
Oh, well.
Life imitating art.
Your script better be as good as your porn was.
You don't have to dress as one to play Sonic the Hedgehog!
I'm writing a script.
What?
Carl and Ches.
They've pinned Bonehead's murder on them.
Someone needs to sort Jimmy out.
No!
You're Maguires.
Come on.
Do the right thing.
Round the family up.
Force Jimmy to confess.
I can't.
Why?
Cos it's not our fight.
That's never stopped you before.
I can't concentrate in here.
Do it for me.
I would.
I've already asked me dad.
He said he's not risking any of us for any of yous.
Plus, he can't stand the fucking sight of that Chesney after his mam ripped him off.
Look, I'm sorry.
(MIMI, POSH) Is it full frontal?
We will be nude.
But with fruit and flowers, tastefully placed to protect our modesty.
My Paddy loved me in nothing but a Santy hat.
I don't think it's your thing.
Laura Ashley, under a good old M&S cardie.
Make a good leprechaun in March?
Maybe not the modelling, Mimi.
Any other favourite labels?
Bit of Lacoste, back in the day. "
Dey do, dough, don't dey, dough?"
My ultimate fashion disaster was on Lady Captain's Day last year.
The heavens opened, and my bra strap was showing through my cashmere Pringle.
Not so fast, Little Miss Bootle.
Get off me!
All right.
Get off!
Shut it!
(Bitch!) You think sheep bite?
Probably.
It's good here, man.
It's not that good.
There's fuck all for me back there.
I know there is for you.
Should have just fronted the little dickhead.
Think so?
Nah.
He'd leather me all over.
And still hurt Liam.
I didn't think I'd miss home.
You'll get over it.
He wouldn't get us in Pakistan.
Behave!
I know.
London?
There's too many homeless.
John Macca's brother was on the gear in a week.
He was a baghead before!
Wasn't queer, though.
At least we're staying put till the weed's ready.
Carl?
You all right?
Thought you might be hungry.
Nice kid, in't he?
Let's hope he makes it to 12.
Anything good?
Small matter of a firearm.
Just got him another five years.
Let's get it and get out of here.
And action.
Chatsworth was developed as a garden suburb in the post-war years, a time of optimism in city planning.
The good intentions faded with time and the shift in cultural attitudes.
Good take?
Perfect.
♪..and the seven seas ♪ Everybody's looking for something ♪ Some of them want to use you ♪ Some of them want to get used by you...
♪ Stop doing that!
Go on, Hazel.
Hardly the Palladium, but I held a note longer than most.
Scran time soon?
This'll build your appetite.
Hmmm!
Haven't you got small hands?
Don't believe the hype.
I'd love to work on cruise ships.
You still wear armbands!
Why did you stop?
It's harder for mature singers when they leave the ships.
Look at Jane Macdonald.
Look at Jane Macdonald.
So why leave?
Indeed.
Which one's your ex?
At the back.
You'd be all right, the size of his hands.
They were the problem.
'..teenager Ted Boden...
' There's your dad!
'..had attended a house party after which he was brutally attacked and later died.
'The police have released the images of suspects, 'Carl Gallagher and Chesney Karib.
'A witness statement claims to have seen both men with the victim shortly before his death.
' I wanted to kill a man once.
We didn't kill him!
Looks that way.
Ches, we need to get back.
They've got fuck all evidence, we've just got to tell the truth.
And Jimmy'll come for us.
Not if he's in jail.
Brothers, uncles, rest of his firm.
We're on the run for murder.
In for a penny!
We're fucked either way.
Remanded for killing Bonehead or getting done in by wannabe gangsters.
We'll get police protection.
Yeah(!) Coz they're known for sympathy when a brother's got problems.
What protection?
You're suspects!
We need to get back and sort this.
Will that lessen the threat to your little brother?
Contrary to the trend of pub closures, and regardless of any recession, Chatsworth regulars still find ways to attend their local pub.
Scouse decoy service suspended.
You're not welcome.
At least you're still speaking.
You reckon?
They can't have kept you five minutes!
Not the point.
I'm not proud of myself.
Save it, Winona.
It's just that nothing beats that adrenalin rush.
Normal people stop around their 15th birthday.
I didn't start till I was 50.
Well, you need help.
I'm getting it.
I am sorry.
I promise I won't put you through that again.
Fair enough.
As well as the apology, I came to talk about the calendar.
My new white basque and the pom-poms?
I'm a lovely snowman.
I was wondering about getting something to help the mood?
You know, relax and open the girls up a bit?
A couple of them are really quite shy.
You know.
Oh.
And I can get that sort of stuff?
Can't you?
I'll sort something out.
Not that different to the rest of us after all!
Actually worse, but pretending to be better?
Hypocrites!
It's OK.
Wait and see.
Sshhh.
Leave it.
Don't.
No!
You think you're a big man?
Do the crime but you can't do the time?
Is that right?
What's going on?
And what's with the bullshit statements, you lying slag?
Hey.
That's not nice.
Stupid bitch!
You think everyone's scared?
You make me sick.
Fuckin'...
Get off.
Out!
SMOOTH JAZZ MUSIC The war on terror fucked me up big-time.
Back home, the war on crime raged all around.
And the good guys were losing.
CUT!
Bramhall, please.
Whoa, lady.
I think you'll find I saw him first!
We're making a film, love.
Aren't we all.
OK, let's go again, everyone.
From the top.
My fucking arm's killing me!
I still say it needs a stitch.
Yeah, five-hour wait with overdosing smack-heads for a scratch?
No chance.
Sorry.
Don't worry about it.
About everything.
Now I'm feeling even more guilty.
Don't use this to put another downer on us.
If Carl was still with you, he wouldn't be fucking about at parties.
He wouldn't be in this sort of shit and you wouldn't be getting whacked.
And if wasn't with you, I could be at parties, off me head and risk getting raped or killed by knobheads.
What sort of way is that to look at life?
Here.
You need it.
Now that will get a party going.
Not enough.
You'll incite an orgy.
Exactly!
Garcon!
Mam, we need a Scouser.
What the fuck do you look like?
Has anyone seen Liam?
Fucking gangsters, eh?
Eh, you remember, Lillian!
You know, before Slack Alices, me and our Bernard sent the Krays packing.
You'd have been about eight!
Platform seven, Piccadilly station, stood at the back, QSG.
Showed the "Cockneys", all right.
The shopping channel?
Not QS - Quality Street Gang, you know, Tommy the Hat, Benny Axes, Kenny the Dope.
You know.
Manchester's finest.
I prefer Roses.
♪ Raindrops keep falling on my head ♪ But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon...
♪ You're like ET.
♪..Crying's not for me ♪ Cos I'm never going to stop the rain...
♪ No, not round here.
Stop!
Stop!
Stop!
Stop!
What's wrong?
Just not here.
Come on, mate.
Enjoy it while we can.
I'm trying.
She was a bit lively getting you away from there.
Sacred spaces.
She's right into me, though.
She could be your mam!
MILF with her own weed farm - could it get any better?
See you later.
So you've had no boyfriends at all since your ex?
How long's he been dead?
Couple of years.
That's a long time without a man.
Maybe.
You don't talk about him much.
That's right.
But you started to.
Penile cancer sounds nasty.
Change the channel.
Just change the channel.
It's not contagious, is it?
Just kept going on and on.
You're right.
It's been too long.
I think she's up for it.
Never(!) What's up with you?
Let's see where your dick takes us this time.
Don't be like that.
She might want both of us.
Give her one from me.
Oh, no more!
FUCK!
PHONE RINGS 'Carl, you always say "see you".
' You'll be perfect for the part.
It's been a nightmare getting extras.
Do we share the prize money?
Why?
You're pulling out anyway.
We sacrifice our project for a greater cause.
You're not doing anything about Jimmy.
Seems everyone is too scared to do anything.
It's not our fight.
You know, the surveillance can look after itself.
All right.
We'll split the winnings.
OK.
For some reason, my new bird didn't understand me.
I love the start of this.
Are you right in the head?
Lots of couples watch these films.
On a first date?
And...cut Great.
Well done, team.
All across the estate...
Why won't the council sort it?
Smackheads, crackheads, rapists, murderers...
Does me in.
Looking for a good time?
Cabbages me napper...
Sends me under.
Then I sussedit.
Even though my swede kept pounding...
Save just one little lamb...
Save one...and the buzzing might stop and the headaches go away.
Damp pissflaps for the first time in years girls.
Right!
Come on.
Oh, come on, give it here.
Not so posh now, are you, girls?
Can you hear me now?
Can you hear me now?
Ian?
Yeah?
I fancy a drink.
Have you got a death wish?
He won't stop me.
You don't think?
Are you going somewhere?
Yeah I got something to do.
What's this?
Oh-ho!
Now who's got a death wish?
Have you got any better ideas?
It's not Micky's movie!
Somebody might come forward.
The whole estate's shit-scared.
He's not gonna just admit to it.
So I'll, I'll have to be subtle.
Ian, it's not the time to play the hero.
I'm no hero.
I steal my brother's girl then stand and watch her get hit with a pool cue.
Stop!
I don't know how anyone could hit a woman.
You'd be surprised.
Why d'you get with him?
He didn't start out like that.
I guess we both changed.
Still no excuse.
He broke six of my ribs once.
Scum.
You're sweet now, though.
I wish my life was this sorted.
D'you reckon?
What more could you want?
I wouldn't be so sure I'm that good a role model.
(SOBS) He can't stop you any more.
You could just go back on the boats.
He can.
How?
Oh, shit!
Fuckin' kill you!
Please!
I'm more a prisoner than before.
If I ever leave, then they find the body.
What do you think's left down there after two years?
Bet his hands are still as big.
Pigs eat anything, don't they?
No way, Chesney.
Harris'd love a break from that diet.
All right, mate.
You having a laugh?
Are you?
What is it with you and my family?
You must mean Carl, cos I ain't got round to Liam yet.
Where is he?
You think I'm stupid?
I found a camera.
You do think I'm stupid.
I'm getting out of here.
When?
Now.
Right.
I'm coming with you.
What about the weed?
Your new bird?
SCREAMS Great ambition.
They should be really proud.
(POSH ACCENT) Possibly as innovative as the original, considering the budget.
I thought you were a Scouser?
The Wirral.
'The hurricane of retribution flushed the shit down the drain.
'Me napper wasn't shredded.
The buzzing was a quiet beep.
'The dealers got fucked off as flowers bloomed 'and kiddies' laughter filled the air.
'Old people went back in the park.
'I married Beatrice and we adopted Jodie.
'United won yet another treble and we all lived happily ever after.
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'There's a better way of phrasing that law of physics 'opposite reaction thing...
'Just say it the way we do round here.
'What goes around comes around, and that.
' Blood?!
'Cos now it's time to stop all the bullshit.
'Stop flapping.
Galvanise.
Stick together in the name of righteousness 'and that.
Do the right things, innit?
' DOOR SLAMS Y'all right, all right?
Ian?
Please, Carl.
Just come home.
They're on to you already.
You're firing blanks?
It's a terrible affliction.
We put our heads together and come up with a solution.
You won't know which is which.
Think Kelly'll be up for it?
We all know who's really responsible.
If you don't fess up, I'll fucking kill ya.
Things can go back to the way they were.
No.
They can't.
Yeah, they can.
Are you sure you want to do this?
Gallagher!
Yeah that's right.
run after him.
I'm leaving.
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Cut!
Fucking hell, Frank.
All right, here you go then.
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Emily!
This is my...friend, Lara.
This is my friend, Mandy.
Have you already met?
Yeah.
It was a coincidence.
'What's going on?
' Nothing.
James, aren't you supposed to be in jail?
Yes.
You can't just stay here!
Effie, what the fuck is going on?
You didn't reply.
Freddie!
Effie won't come out of the toilet.
You left her alone?
She's going to need us to help rebuild her again.
MAN: What are you thinking about?
My brother.
What about him?
Nothing.
Something happened to him, didn't it?
Lots of things happened to him.
He was born almost a month late.
Won a poetry competition when he was eight and met Sarah Ferguson.
Got the highest mark for a first-year essay in Cardiff's history.
And somewhere in there, he was hit by a bus and nearly killed, right?
Why don't you tell me about that?
Why that?
Why not the good stuff?
Because I'm not interested in it.
Tell me what happened to your brother, Elizabeth.
From the start.
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You said you were cold.
I don't recognise it.
It's Freddie's.
Oh.
Do you want me to get you another one?
No.
It's fine.
I'll keep it.
You're doing so well, sweetheart.
There's a bus coming.
Tony doesn't see it.
He's distracted.
It hits him.
Runs him over.
He's in the gutter and he's bleeding.
He looks dead.
Open your eyes.
Well done, Elizabeth.
It's taken you three weeks to tell me that story.
How do you feel?
Awful.
I'd like us to try something now.
I want you to close your eyes again and imagine that bus never hit Tony.
Can you do that for me?
But it did hit him.
It's just an exercise.
Try to imagine it never happened.
OK.
Make a picture in your head.
What do you see?
Tony, standing by the road.
He's laughing.
Good.