Downloaded from YTS.MX
Official YIFY movies site: YTS.MX
It was Shanks here that, er,
managed to drag me, kicking and screaming to my first AA meeting.
And I sat there, not a happy chappie,
I wanted out of that place.
There was this guy with scars on his face.
A mean-looking bastard.
He started by telling us how he stabbed a postman and got life.
All the time he was talking
I just looked at this guy -
looked at Shanks and thought, "So that's an alcoholic?"
This guy had done 15 years in the jail,
then they put him in a hostel. No support, nothing.
He takes to the booze, the booze leads to jail.
Jail to hostel, hostel to booze, booze to jail.
This bastard's on his fucking choo-choo train,
through the gutters.
Did I give a monkey's? Did I fuck.
I sat there, with a grin on my face
looking at Shanks like, "So that's an alcoholic?"
And his life got even worse.
Ends up on the street, gangrene,
arse hanging out of his trousers,
sleeping in his vomit.
Utter misery and I did not give a toss,
because I shook hands with these unfortunates.
When I walked out, I thought
"My name is Joe...
"and thank fuck I'm not an alcoholic."
Five year later,
my second meeting,
Shanks, once again, dragged me to it.
Five very, very long, miserable years.
I'm there... because I couldn't say...
I couldn't take the "not" out of that sentence.
Couldn't say nine simple words.
"My name is Joe and I'm an alcoholic."
There was a wee woman there,
tiny, tiny wee frail woman
who whispered everything.
And she said something so simple.
She says, "I can no longer drink with safety".
That really touched me,
even in the state I was in.
She looked at me and said, "Remember, you are not alone".
I looked at this wee woman and thought... "You're me".
She gave me the courage to start the 12 steps,
with Shanks there.
I'm no' stupid.
I know I've got a long way to go.
And I pray.
I hope to Christ I get through it.
There can be all sorts around the corner.
But I'm really glad to be here.
I'm very grateful to be sober.
Thank you.
Open up! Police! Nobody move!
We've got you surrounded!
- Move! - Fucking run!
Why don't you run like that on the pitch?
- Joe! - You're such a fucking arse!
Move! We're late!
- Fucking done my leg! - Best that could happen to you.
Fucking out of order.
Could've said I was the Social. Scrag, come on.
- Oh, fuck's sake, man. - Come on, move.
Look at the state of these!
Oh, for fuck's sake!
Look at the state of that!
Beckenbauer wouldn't be seen dead
in something like that!
Who's had to do the strips?
- Hooligan! - Wasn't me! It was Doc!
Fuck off! Zulu's ma was meant to wash it!
- Blame the guy's mum! - She's not even in the team!
- There he is! - Fucking Zulu!
- Just keep going, Joe! - Just fucking leave him, man!
Bastard! Look at my shirt! You were supposed to wash these!
Bye-bye, Zulu!
Where's Sepp Maier?
Sepp Maier's cashing his giro, Joe. Says he'd meet us there.
- Where's Liam? - At the bookies.
Fuck's sake!
Thanks for turning up, mate.
Great that youse nearly made it in time.
Jesus, you're pissed. Where are they?
Hey, Robbo, how are you? Get the fuck out, move it!
All right, Perfume. Couple of youse wanna come in here?
Mojo, what's with the shades? Expecting the sun to come out?
Something I said?
Your taste in music, mate. It's shite!
- Get in there! - Let's go, man.
- How you doing? - Get in.
- Where's Liam? - Don't know, mate.
Where's Liam? Where's Liam?
You said he was at the bookies.
Hey, hey. Where's the strips?
- The strips? - Yes, the strips.
In the pipeline. Guaranteed.
I'll give you "pipeline". Go on, in there.
- Christ Almighty! - Jesus Christ!
- What the fuck was that? - Are you all right?
- You all right back there? - Fucking bitch!
- Fucking cow! - The ironing board is wounded.
- I've worked hard for this. - Look who it is, lads!
There's the woman that tried to kill us all.
Dropped her wallpaper... Oh, poor sweetheart.
You sort it out, Joe! A bit of diplomacy.
All right, Liam?
All right, Joe. Here's your Uncle Joe.
- You want a hand? - Thanks a lot.
Did you lose a dog back there?
- What dog? - Your guide dog.
Don't need a guide dog.
You need a white stick and a radar.
You nearly wasted 110 million pound of talent.
You're right, I need a guide dog.
- Come on, move it! - Just stay where you are.
- Move it, Liam. - Don't you dare. Listen,
- did you wanna... Is Sabine in? - Is she upstairs? We'll go in.
Can you take Scott to his Ma?
- I'm gonna see Liam as well. - What?
- I've got to see Liam. - You're in the van.
- He's not going anywhere. - He's going in the van.
- He's not going. - It's an important game.
I've got to see Liam and Sabine with Scott.
We have to make appointments to see you, right?
Why don't you make one to see us?
- I'm a health visitor! - Not a driving instructor?
- Very funny. - Listen, listen -
seriously, seriously.
It's really important. They may throw us out of the League.
- It's that serious. - Not that serious. Liam!
Aye, that serious.
Don't take this too personal,
but you think the sun shines out of your arse.
I know it's just football. But it's important to us.
Now, Liam, make an appointment with her.
- Aye. - Stick to it, OK?
Yeah? OK? Don't mess this lassie about.
- Don't call me a lassie. - Excuse me, Mrs Magoo.
See you later, Scott.
Right, in the van!
Mojo! Ty! Scrag!
Mojo! Ty! Scrag! Up here!
Come on! Gather round!
Remember how these bastards beat us?
'Cause we didn't keep our shape and we played like woosies.
This time really get in amongst them, don't give them any time.
As soon as somebody gets the ball, close him down.
Right? Keep your shape all the time, man.
Keep that passing game going.
- We've gotta start to... - Clock this mob!
Wearing the same strip as us!
Get... to... fuck!
Oh, referee! How come nobody told us this?
Referee! We're always... We're always West Germany!
You lot couldn't organise a bloody picnic!
- What? - Who's the away team?
- We're the away team! - You're the away team?
Hey, Mojo! Get fucking back here!
We've been West Germany since day one!
They wear red and black!
- We've always worn this strip! - We've got names on the shirts!
If you're the away team, get the shirts off!
It's fucking freezing!
They play in red and black!
The rules of the game say the home team...
All right, we'll get our shirts off.
- Just take the shirts off. - Right, get the shirts off.
I've been Franz Beckenbauer for years by the way!
If you're Franz Beckenbauer, I'm a tooth fairy!
Just get the strip off, Franz.
- Loverman, eh? - I love your tattoo by the way.
Come on, lads!
They'll know who you are.
Come on, men!
Come on "The Wanderers"!
Pass it!
Referee, for fuck's sake!
Do something about this cunt!
What's the matter?
He's fucking pulling my shorts off!
Jesus! Mojo, it doesn't matter if he's pulling your tadger!
Get on with it!
- For Christ's sake! - That's an example! Look!
- What? He gets the ball... - No, no! The point is...
...we didn't even cross the line!
We never got in our half!
- The duck might fall in itself. - Yeah.
- The cow might fall in itself. - What does a cow say?
- Moo. - Moo. Oh, too big.
- Donkey might fall in itself. - That's it.
That's a good boy.
Good.
- That's smashing. - Oh, it's gonna fall!
Scott, can you do something else for me?
I'll take this away.
Could you draw me a lovely picture?
I'll talk to Mummy.
Sabine, this is just a pre-school check-up.
- Right. - He's had all his jags?
The next is his pre-school booster.
OK? But you'll get a card through for that.
Just go down the clinic.
Em... Oh, yeah, has his testicles dropped OK?
What do you mean?
Um... are his wee balls hanging down all right?
I think so. I don't know.
That's wonderful! That's brilliant!
He's gonna do well at school, eh?
Oh, I've got ink!
Ehh...
- Liam reads to him every night. - Does he?
Joe bought him a couple of books...
hardly he never misses.
He gets bored with the pictures, so Liam makes up stories.
It's daft, it's about a man with a long nose.
- That's good. - He loves it, it's funny.
That's great, that's fantastic.
It's me that lets him down.
It is.
It's always me.
Oh, well... OK.
He's doing great. Brilliant, no worries.
Have you got kids?
Hundreds...
Hundreds and hundreds.
I feel as if I went five rounds with Mike Tyson.
Listen, three months ago you wouldn't have made half-time.
Talk to me. What's up?
Talk to Uncle Joe.
- I don't know, Joe. - What?
I don't think I can cope...
- ...with Sabine and that. - You've got to hang on there.
- One day at a time. - I know.
Just keep the faith.
Want to go back to being some junkie bastard?
It's getting fucking harder though.
I know.
- Hold on a minute. - What?
Pull in, stop here. Stop. Pull in, eh?
- Fuck, it's McGowan's boys! - What?
- I'll give you handers. - No, stay there.
I'll need a witness more than handers.
Please, trust me on this!
Hey, you want a hand?
We've got tae stop meeting like this.
Haven't you got a home?
- Should be in goals for us. - Very funny.
Can I ask you a personal question?
How long have you been running about with this wallpaper?
- A couple of days. - Excuse me?
- Two weeks. Is this a survey? - Yeah.
Give you my phone number and I'll do it in one week-end.
Millstone off from around your neck.
- What do you say? - What are you talking about?
You're running about with this stress,
I'm going insane doing bugger all. I'll decorate your place.
- What a chancer. - Name's Joe.
- Run the wee football team. - Sarah. Sun shines out my arse.
So I heard.
Stuart... Stuartville Street...
- I'll get the address out. - What are we looking for?
We're looking for... Sorry, guys.
Er... We're looking for 64 White Street.
- So it's forty bucks. - Yeah, twenty pound a head.
Won't argue about the money.
I've never hung wallpaper, so I won't quibble about the dough.
- My arse. - I'm serious.
I've never hung wallpaper in my life.
- Are you winding me up? - No, I'm not.
You'd better. What do you mean you've never hung wallpaper?
Seriously.
But you were in the building trade.
That was... I did the heavy stuff till I knackered my back.
It's all about specialisation. You do the paper and I'll paste.
My arse. I'll do the pasting, you the papering.
- I hope it's no' the ceiling. - If it is, we're fucked.
Shanks!
I've been in the game a while.
In my experience, it's not a good idea
- putting paper on the ceiling. - No.
- Not in these old houses. - No.
I thought if we put the lining paper up to cover the cracks,
- and paint over it. - Sounds OK in theory, but no.
- It should be OK. - Who's upstairs?
A couple of students.
- Students? - Nah, it's not so good.
Bad news, bad news.
You're talking about parties and stuff. A lot of vibration.
A lot of people don't realise how delicate these ceilings are.
- There's mines round here. - And the continuous settlement.
You look... from the window to the door there...
That's a big slope.
I'd give it... three months, before the wallpaper comes down.
If that. If that, you know.
There'd be nae point, to be honest.
- It's all right with us. - We can do it.
He's been in the game ten years, he's wallpapered many ceilings.
It's no problem putting the paper up, but to be honest...
...we in the trade call it a bristle number.
Totally. It's a paint job.
- It's definitely rustic. - OK.
OK, you're the experts.
That's good. Right.
- I'll leave you to it, OK? - All right, see you.
Rustic?
♪ Driving across the country ♪
♪ And getting fat ♪
♪ Saying everything is groovy ♪
♪ While your tyres are flat ♪ ♪ And it's ♪
♪ Hi ho silver lining ♪
♪ And away you go ♪ ♪ Now baby ♪
Would you like a cup of tea?
- Aye, that's great. - I'll just put it down here.
- Great. - Excellent... Biscuits.
- Are the biscuits ours? - Yeah.
Nice one. Cheers.
Get a Health and Safety officer down here.
Joe. JOE!
- That cunt's from the Social. - No.
The cunt's from the fucking Social.
What is it?
What's going on?
Oh, he's... he's running like fuck.
What is it?
A guy from the Social taking pictures.
Oh... nightmare.
Give us the fucking camera!
- Joe! - What's he gonna do?
Give me the camera! Give me the fucking camera!
What are you doing? Stop that! That's enough!
- Give me the camera! - That's enough!
That's Government property.
Government property? I'll give you Government property.
Look, it's just my job.
Do you goose-step as well? You scum fuck!
- OK. Hey, I'm calm. - Look.
- I'm no' gonna hurt you. - I don't believe you.
- I've got a bad heart. - You've got a bad heart?
I do first aid. I'll give you a fucking heart massage!
I'm gonna tell everybody what you are, you fuck!
What are you doing to my car?
That's Government property!
You're a nutter!
Christ! He hit him with a brush! That's fucking assault!
I'm gonna report you!
Christ!
Shit.
Somebody must have stuck you in.
Who's gonna do that?
It's sad, but there's always some dirty bastard
willing to do their bit.
- I don't think so. - That or he followed you.
For twenty quid?
You'll have to do something, Joe.
They're gonna have you in court.
Or cut your dole money.
You're not telling me something new.
All right? I know that.
- All right. It was funny... - Well, it's not funny now.
- How are youse getting on? - Fine. Nearly there.
There's some pizza ready if...
Not for me. I'm on night shift.
He'll hang about. He can have mine. You like pizza, don't you?
No, you're all right, ta.
- You're welcome. - Thanks.
He likes pizza, he's just being shy.
Youse two hang about.
There you are. What do you think of that?
Well, the end's in sight.
It was a split decision.
He's not just a decorator. You can actually park your bike.
Fucking Yul Brynner with the axe through his head.
Gonna fucking pull up your brecks? Excuse the language.
- Sorry. - Thanks.
You're... seriously embarrassing the woman.
Wouldn't have it put you off your pizza or anything.
- White Man, Hammersmith Palais. - Clash.
Hong Kong Garden.
Er, Siouxsie and the Banshees. Er...
- ...Blockbuster. - Sweet.
- Um, 'Puppy Love'. - Er, oh, Jesus, Donny Osmond.
- Er, Girls... Girls? - Girls?
- Girls. Aye. - As in girls, girls, girls?
- As in... Aye, aye. - Oh, oh. Hm, no.
- Duran Duran. - What?
- Wasn't it? - No!
Once I get past the 70s, I don't get it.
Er, right.
'Stand By Your Man'.
♪ Sometimes ♪ ♪ it's hard to be a woman ♪
♪ Giving all your love ♪ ♪ to just one man ♪
♪ You'll have good times... ♪
Er... Er... Ah...
- Tammy Wynette! Tammy Wynette! - No!
- I got there! - Bell went first!
- I got that Tammy! - Bell went first!
I got Tammy and you went 'bong'!
- You can't sing! - I can sing!
- A bit harsh, "I can't sing". - Don't you like that?
Hello?
It's fine. It really goes with the room.
- This your da? - Yeah. Yeah.
- You wouldn't mess with him. - He's a big man.
- That your mum? - Yeah. And me.
Yeah, Jesus, the resemblance...
- Are they still on the go? - No, my dad died 14 months ago.
My mum died when I was a teenager.
Sorry to hear that.
- Have you got any family? - Me?
No. Aye, aye!
How could I forget? Of course I've got a family.
- Like to see a photograph? - Yeah.
Big family I've got.
All boys. There we are. Sunday best.
My God. The Dream Team.
- Very nice. - Not quite house-trained yet.
Oh, well. Cheers.
I don't drink, Sarah.
- Why didn't you say? - I'm an alcoholic.
Oh... How long have you been off?
About 10 months, nearly a year.
- Have you had any help? - I'm in the AA.
- Right. - It's good.
Long way to go.
- I'm too nosey, aren't I? - No, it's all right. It's good.
It's fine. I like it. You're direct, don't mess about.
Oh! I'm out of here, man.
- Time I was up the road. - OK, thanks again.
- Thanks for the pizza. - You're welcome.
- Thanks for the company. - Welcome.
You've been really good, considering...
...considering you've never hung wallpaper before.
Is there any point in lying? I'll get my stuff.
OK, I'll just see you...
- Is that everything? - Aye, Shanks took the rest.
What will you do about the dole?
It's another of life's wee adventures, isn't it?
Oh, your money.
Right. OK, cheers.
- I'll see you. - See you later.
- Bye. - Cheers.
Check.
Ask her out.
- What? - Ask her out.
Fuck's sake. Ask her down the pub for 15 pints of diet coke?
- The pictures? - No, can't sit still that long.
How much is a meal for two?
- Twenty, twenty-five quid. - Your kidding me on?
Oh, fuck, we can forget about it, then.
Financials, man.
She's got a wee car, a job.
A cheque at the end of the month, a pension, her own house.
I'm 37 year old, man.
I'm 38 this year, I've got fuck all.
Joe Kavanagh is all I've got.
Ten pin bowling.
I'm not ready for this, man.
I don't think I can cope with this.
I'm glad you were using emulsion, Mr Kavanagh.
The photographer had a job getting the paint off that.
You recognise this writing?
No.
- Are you sure? - Positive.
- Do you know Miss Downie? - No.
Funny. She seems to know you.
"Dear Sir, I would like to point out that Mr Kavanagh
"is a friend who carried out work on May the 5th.
"No money exchanged hands." Blah, blah, blah.
"Yours sincerely, Miss Sarah Downie."
She's prepared to sign an affidavit to save your bacon.
We're stopping your money for this week. You can appeal.
Just one second.
Who was your doctor, Miss Hobson?
Right, Doctor Clegg.
Can I have your phone number, Miss Hobson?
9-7. He'll be in touch. Thanks. Bye.
I've been waiting over 20 minutes for a prescription.
- It's getting beyond a joke. - I know. One second.
Could you hold, please?
I've been waiting that long, rigor mortis is setting in.
I know. It's gone through for a signature.
- Haven't got that long to live. - It'll be five minutes.
- I'll get it this week? - Absolutely. Please hold.
It'll be straight out. Can I help you?
Yes. Can I see Sarah Downie?
About the parenting skills class?
- No, tell her it's a friend. - And your name?
- Kavanagh. - Kavanagh.
I know she's busy up until...
Is it Joe?
- Aye. - Ah-ha.
She's at the end of the corridor.
- See the door facing you? - On the right?
Pop your head in the door.
- All right, cheers. - No problem.
Mayfield Health Centre, how can I help?
Cleaning the boys, well...
Another thing when you're cleaning the wee girls.
It's not a good idea to use talcum powder on the girls,
because it gets inside the girl's vagina.
It's very hard to clean and can cause an infection.
But the wee boys are fine.
Two minutes?
I'll... I'll head... sorry... outside.
Joe!
Sorry for barging in like that.
Thanks for sending that letter to the Social.
- How d'you get on? - Not bad.
They docked a week's money, could've been worse.
- So thanks a lot. - You're welcome.
- Busy in there? - It's mobbed.
- Crazy. - Yeah.
I know you're busy. Just wanted to tell you.
- You're welcome. - See you later.
You fancy, er... coming bowling some time?
- What? - Ten pin bowling. Fancy it?
- Can I think about it? - Aye, sure. Sure.
- Still got my number? - Aye.
Give us a phone if you fancy it.
- All right. See you later. - Bye.
I'm not going.
What did you say?
I'm not going.
Come on, Sarah. Why not?
'Cause he's a bit wild.
Wild. What's wrong with ten pin bowling?
- I've never done it. - So what?
It's not an art form. You roll a few bowls,
have a laugh, go home. So what?
- I'm not going. - You're joking!
♪ When I die ♪ ♪ and they lay me to rest ♪
♪ Gonna go to the place ♪ ♪ that's the best ♪
♪ When I lay me down to die ♪
♪ Going up ♪ ♪ to the spirit in the sky ♪
♪ Place I'm gonna go when I die ♪
♪ When I die ♪ ♪ and they lay me to rest ♪
♪ Gonna go ♪ ♪ to the place that's the best ♪
Ah, fuck!
♪ Gotta have ♪ ♪ a friend named Jesus ♪
♪ So you know ♪ ♪ that when you die... ♪
You cheeky thing, it didn't.
It stuck on the side. It's strange.
- Do you want a cup of tea? - No, I'm fine.
Oh, um, thanks very much for tonight.
- Thank you. - It was fun. I liked it.
- All right. See you. - See you.
- Joe? - Yeah?
- Joe, listen! Take this. - What?
- You'll not get a bus. - Can't take that.
- Get a taxi. Take it. - I'm not taking your money.
- I'm not stupid. Take it. - I don't need the money.
Shit.
Have you got your keys in there?
I can't believe this. Aye.
Better phone a locksmiths.
A bit late. We'll never get one.
Let's see.
- Shall I kick the door in? - No... no.
- What are you going to do? - I'll sleep in the car.
How? You've left your key in there.
- Shit. - This is daft.
Look, stay at my place.
Hey, that wasn't a come-on.
You'll sleep in the bedroom, me in the sitting room.
- Are you sure? - 'Course I'm sure.
- OK. - Good.
Right, er...
...this is the bedroom. Sorry about the mess.
Bathroom's in there.
I'll get you a towel for the bathroom.
There's a pair of pyjamas, if you want.
I'll just change the...
...change the sheets.
Let's have a look...
Can I have a cup of tea?
Sure, sure, of course. Sorry.
This is the sitting room.
Er... Go in, grab a seat.
- You sure it's tea you want? - Tea, please. Just milk.
- I can make you a coffee. - No, tea's great. Just milk.
- Joe? - Yeah!
- Can I put some music on? - Sure, go ahead.
- Dream Team? - Aye. Our one and only victory.
- You were in a band? - Yeah.
Won the local talent contest and everything.
Grab a seat.
Are you cold?
- Um... - Yeah?
- Yeah. - I'll put the fire on.
- It's lovely, isn't it? - Aye. Brilliant.
- Reminds me of my crazy days. - Why?
Can't tell you. You'd think I was a nutter.
Bit late for that.
Well, er... One day when I woke up...
desperate for a drink, totally skint...
I went to a music shop and stole a bundle of cassettes...
Took them down the pub and sold them.
The lot went, country and western, pop. Everything went...
except for this.
Not for 25 pence.
I took it home, got pissed...
as was my wont.
And, er... stuck it on.
And it was just...
magical.
There was something about it.
My own space, my own dreams, you know?
Anyway...
I still play it to remind me of what I was, you know?
What I might be.
What made you stop drinking?
Why do you wanna know?
It must have been a turning point in your life.
- 'Cause I'm quite scared to tell you. - Why?
There's a strong chance you might hate me.
Don't be daft.
There was a girl I used to drink with.
Rhona.
We lived together, on and off.
In my mind I loved her.
In her mind she loved me.
That's where it stopped.
We were both just tangled up.
Clinging on like grim death.
We used to have these really terrible arguments...
Really fierce. We used to tear each other apart.
But it was never physical... ever.
One day we went to Largs...
great day, weather was really good.
Walked along the beach, being stupid, you know.
And of course I had a drink.
I'd been a lot drunker.
On the bus on the way back I had a kip.
Maybe that's where it started.
Because when I woke up...
when we were walking up the close
of the shithole we stayed,
this cloud had just descended.
Really, really dark.
Suddenly, I hated her.
And I hated me.
I hated that shithole.
I tried to open the door, put the key in the lock,
and the stupid key wouldn't go in.
I was meant to fix the lock and never got round to it.
She laughed. She found this really funny.
Which it probably was.
Next thing I knew, her head was up against the wall.
Think it's fucking funny?
I was punching her.
I was kicking her.
- Why are you fucking crying? - You bastard!
- What did you call me? - Bastard!
- Once more, you fucking bitch! - Leave me alone, bastard!
- Bastard! - Shut up!
The next day I said I remembered nothing.
It was a blackout. She believed me.
There were plenty of blackouts.
I still remember.
I remember every punch.
Every kick.
Her screaming.
And then...
Then the shame started.
And the feelings of disgust.
Then more shame.
More disgust.
I could hardly fucking breathe.
Like it was on my chest.
So I went to the AA.
This time it was serious.
And I haven't touched a drop... since.
You've never forgiven yourself?
I know about that as well.
Ssshhh... Ssshhh...
Joe, ssshhh... it's OK.
It's OK.
In there, Doc!
Get in again!
Clear it!
Oh, no luck, Ravanelli! Pretty poor show!
Come on, look for the ball!
Robbo, push them out!
Doc, steam in!
Come on, Catman! Well played, Catman!
That was without the teeth!
Want to see him with the wallies in?
Zulu, take the wing!
Liam, turn and face the ball! Liam!
Liam!
Oh, fuck off!
He knows what this was for. Now fuck off!
It's all right. It's all right.
Your weans must be proud of you, you cunt.
You're OK?
- Can't breathe. - What was that about?
- Eh? - What was all that about?
I noised one of them up in the pub.
He's just getting us back.
- OK, come on, up. - Oh, fucking hell.
- Are you still clean? - Eh?
- Are you still clean? - Fuck's sake. Of course I am.
Doctor Clegg, I'm afraid, he's got someone in.
Can you call back in five minutes?
Uh-huh, certainly.
I'll let him know that's cancelled. OK, thank you.
Just one second, please. Excuse me!
- Can you put the cigarette out? - Two minutes.
- It's no smoking. - Two minutes.
Mayfield Health Centre, please hold the line.
It's appointments only and booked up for 10 days.
- I've just left my work yard. - I know. One second.
Excuse me! Please put the cigarette out.
- Give us a minute, eh? - I've asked once before.
- Then don't ask again. - It's the last time.
If you don't put it out, the doctor won't see you.
You'll wait till I've fucking finished it.
I'm not putting it out.
- Just put it out. - Fuck off, I'll do what I want.
You've got your daddy's face, haven't you, pet?
- Do you ever take him? - I can't get near him.
Let me see you hold him. Turn him the other way.
So he can hear your heartbeat.
They're used to that from the womb.
There you go. You're with your daddy.
I'm worried about his eyes. He's awful scaly, you know?
My brother's as scaly as fuck, has eyes the other way.
That's normal. They don't start to focus till they're six weeks.
- He can't see anything? - He can see shadows.
Once he's six weeks old, they'll sort themselves out.
And her nipples... They're giving you gyp as well.
I can speak for myself. They're quite sore.
This might seem strange, but...
keep a cabbage in your fridge, right?
Chill it. A cabbage leaf down each side of your bra,
that'll cool your nipples.
Maybe put one down his crotch, yeah.
Excuse me a wee minute.
Keep your voice down. Cool it.
- Hand over the prescription. - You're not going in my bag!
Shall we call the police?
Phone the police! Get out of my bag!
Don't touch my fucking bag!
- Sabine, don't be daft! - Leave my bag alone.
- Calm down. - I fucking won't.
Give me my fucking bag, you snobby bitch!
Sabine, stop that!
If you've nothing in it, you've got nothing to hide.
- Where's the prescription pad? - That's fucking crap!
Right, what's this?
Very smart, Sabine.
If you'd given me my prescription,
I wouldn't have to steal it!
You know the score. You've been on a programme.
- I want my script! - There's no prescription!
I want my fucking prescription! I'm not moving fucking...
Let's go, come on. Take it easy.
She's taken the prescription pad.
He's not giving me my fucking script!
You'll get no more prescriptions from here!
Frank, can I talk to you for a wee moment?
What's going on?
This has happened umpteen times before.
I've put a lot of work into that family.
Can we speak about it?
Listen, I don't want her on the register.
Can you send in the next patient?
Drivers in first and second place...
- Where have you been? - Out.
- Out? Where? - Aye, with my pals.
- What pals? - Maggie and that.
Look at the state of you!
- I need the toilet. - I wanna talk to you.
Get in there before I drag you in. Move it!
Fuck off! What's your fucking problem?
- You were up the town. - No, I wasn't.
Don't fucking lie to me! Fucking give us this!
What the fuck is this? Eh?
Who are they for? I don't fucking use them!
You take me for a fucking prick?
I'm here cooking Scott's dinner, telling him stories,
and you're taking the fucking prick out of me!
Are you? You fucking idiot!
Different fucking story when you're getting your share!
Aye, a different fucking story.
I'm not back streets getting shagged by perverts!
- Neither am I. - I can't go on like this.
You're telling me. Neither can I.
You nag, nag, nag. Fucking driving me up the wall.
Look at the fucking state of you!
You know what people are like! What if they twig on?
- So fuck them. - So fuck them?
What if they tell the social worker?
You're on junk, on the game!
Do you want to lose Scott again?
- We're gonna lose him again! - No, we're not.
You're gonna fucking lose me. I can't handle this.
- Fuck off, will you! - I will fuck off.
- I'll take Scott. - No, you're not.
I'll take Scott and leave you here to rot.
- That's what you want. - No.
No? Well, fucking... Have a look at yourself, Sabine!
Is that what you want?
Fuck off... Fucking arsehole.
- Send us a postcard, Helen. - Will do.
- I need to see Sabine and Liam. - What's up?
She was in yesterday causing absolute havoc.
She got struck off the register.
I need to get her a new doctor.
- Hiya. - Can I have a word, please?
Be with you in a minute.
The baby's had diarrhoea for three days...
- Is your mummy in? - Yes.
There was fighting and Liam was crying.
- There was fighting? - Mm-hm.
Liam?
What the fuck are you doing?
Trying to get a vein.
Your wean's being looked after by another wean.
- Will you pick that up? - Where's Liam?
- Gonna give me that up? - Where's Liam?
Fucking give it. You know what this is like!
- Give me that! - You don't need this shit.
- I'll help you. - I need it.
Fucking please, man. I'm begging you.
You've gotta give me this. Hold that.
- Oh, no. - Fuck, please. Come on, Joe.
Please.
Where's Liam, Sabine?
Sabine, where's Liam?
- McGowan's boys got him. - What was that?
- McGowan's boys got him. - When did they come?
- Sabine, when did they come? - A wee while ago.
- Where are you going? - McGowan's lot have got Liam.
- Oh, my God. - Look, Sabine's in there.
- Don't let him in there. - Be careful!
- Where's McGowan? - Hold on.
- Is he in his office? - No.
- Where is he? - He's... in the snooker hall.
How are you doing, Joe? How's things?
- Look what the wind blew in. - Pint of meths for the alky.
He's more classy. A vodka with a twist of lemon.
- Want a sniff? - Have one on me.
Pay your monkeys more, their patter's shite.
Shut it. Last time shite was running down your legs.
Alfie... Give us a minute.
- Can I have a word? - Sure.
Where's Liam?
He's bitten the hand that feeds him. You don't do that.
Liam tells me one thing and then does another.
Says he's gonna pay, doesn't show.
No' once, no' twice, but three times.
That's what I call taking the pish.
- They've got a 4-year-old boy! - I've got two fucking boys,
but if I do nothing, I'm finished.
I don't mind you giving him a doing.
I don't want you taking liberties.
Or what, Joe? Or what?
Where is he?
Over there. Having a wee think.
Liam.
Made up my mind. Want to get it over with.
- What are you talking about? - Well, they want their money.
- You said you stopped dealing. - I stopped when I went inside.
But I still owed them 500 quid.
They forgot about it until this happened.
What happened?
Sabine owes them 1500 quid.
Jesus Christ! How can Sabine owe them 1500 quid?
She took over dealing when I was inside.
You told me she'd stopped. Why are you lying?
I'm not lying. She did stop.
She did. She was doing fucking well.
She started back again a couple of months ago.
I didn't realise until it was out of hand.
Then she started using it all for herself.
That's how she ran up the debt.
- Why d'you no' tell me? - What could you do?
What's the score?
Well, they want their money back or...
they want Sabine to work the streets.
Pay it back.
He's a scumbag. He's a fucking scumbag.
Nice wee bit of skirt. That's what he says.
I'm not fucking stupid, Joe. I know she's on the game,
but I couldn't handle that. Not with them.
I know I could get her off.
But I need to square it with them first.
So that's it. I've made my mind up.
I want it over and done with.
You're not making any sense!
They're gonna fucking break my legs, Joe.
That's what they want, to break my legs.
McGowan!
You fucking touch him! You fucking touch him!
Touch him and I'll fucking kill you.
Joe, Joe. Behave yourself.
Come on. Easy. Let him go, guys. Let him go.
Come here.
Come on, it's all right.
Listen. I can't lose face, that'd be suicide.
- Let's sort this out, Joe. - I'm gonna have you.
Don't be a daft boy, pal.
- I'd have you first. - I've got fuck all to lose.
What about that nice nurse you got?
- I could do something with her. - You touch her, I'll stab you.
Just trying to find a way out.
- Why don't you do a job for us? - I'll do fuck all for you.
Come on. Pay off the boy's debt? One, two trips up north.
Why not Liam?
You think I came up the Clyde in a banana boat?
You pick up the stuff, bring it down, that's it.
- That easy? - Aye.
- Why no' your pricks? - No, I want you to do it.
Why me?
I like the idea. For old time's sake.
For old time's sake, to take a flying fuck.
Take care of yourself.
Let's do it.
You all right?
All right? Sure?
- What did they do to you? - Oh, it's OK.
You sure?
What happened?
See you later.
Are you going to be all right, Sabine?
- See you later. - See you later.
- Liam, get the door fixed, aye? - OK, Joe.
- What happened? - Och... McGowan.
Thought Liam was taking the pish and wanted to make a point.
- What about the money they owe? - Sorted. McGowan seems happy...
Ah! Fuck!
How are you feeling now?
Much better.
- Doing all right? - Yeah. I chop great celery.
Looks great.
Lovely.
Joe, I'm gonna drop this.
- I'm gonna drop them! - I don't care.
Don't you... I'll put this in your face.
Don't you dare.
Ahh... fire woman.
Come here.
Let me see.
Jesus Christ!
Oh... my...! Instant circumcision or what?
Christ, I only hurt your foot. Fuck's sake!
I'm here.
- Hello? - See the B&B "Stella Maris"?
- Where's that? - Look to the right.
The last white building. "Stella Maris".
No, I don't... Aye, I see it. OK.
- It's Latin. - What?
Star of the Sea.
Is this a fucking codeword or something?
No, you prick. Thought you wanted to know what it means.
Youse are cracking me up. I'm in hysterics, man.
Go in and ask for keys in the name of McCormick.
Outside you'll see a black Cherokee car. Right?
What? Outside the "Stella Maris"?
OK, I see it.
- You know where to go? - I know where to go.
- That's you, then. - Is that it?
Oh, fuck off!
Fuck off. Don't fucking do this to me.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Ho!
- Know how to stop this? - In the instruction manual.
- In the what? - The instruction manual.
I've no' got an instruction manual.
Give me the keys.
Watch your lip.
Cheers.
By the way, what's the registration number?
- What are you saying? - Could be daylight robbery.
Yeah, I've got two bodies in the boot.
Make sure you dispose of them.
Oh, fucking stupid cunt.
Jesus, Shanks. I have to go through with this.
What happens in future? Will he say:
"I'll kick his head in, unless you do another job."
I'll do these two jobs and I walk away.
Oh, do these two jobs.
I thought you were going for a trip up north. For fuck's sake!
You'll get a membership card for the McGowan clan.
- Fuck off. - Come on.
I'm not working for him...
You are working for him.
Do you get short-term contracts for fucking drug dealers?
What's the fucking problem with Liam's family?
What's the problem with Sabine?
- Tell me. - She's a junkie.
You'd as well go north and get her some junk, then.
You dance with the fucking devil, you're in the gang.
I can't believe how fucking naive you are.
I'm not naive.
- I've got nothing to say, Joe. - You've got to trust me, man.
Tea, please.
- Milk and sugar? - Just milk, ta.
That'll do. Ta.
He only knows three songs.
- 'Scotland the Brave'... - 'Skye Boat Song', I bet you.
Aye. And 'Flower of Scotland'.
- Does he sell shortbread? - He does... sell it.
- 'Bonnie Scotland'. - 'Bonnie Scotland', right.
What are you smiling about?
Do me a favour. Close your eyes.
- No chance. - Go on, close your eyes.
For me.
Are they really closed? No cheatin'?
Hand, please. Thank you.
- Now you can open them. - Oh, what's this?
You didn't need to buy me a present.
Oh... They're lovely.
- Like them? - Oh, they're gorgeous!
- What do you think? - Oh, nice.
- Go with your eyes. - Thank you, they're beautiful.
- Right, once more. - What?
- Close your eyes again. - No way!
Oh, Joe... You're mad.
- Just close your eyes. - Right.
Hand.
What's this?
- It's a ring. - What have you bought this for?
'Cause I love you.
How can you say that?
Because I mean it.
Joe, we've only known each other for four or five weeks.
If you knew me, you wouldn't be saying this.
- What do you mean? - No, I can't take that.
- I don't want it. - I got it for you.
I don't want it.
Take it.
- I just can't handle this. - What have I done wrong?
Sarah!
Sarah! Hold up!
What is going on?
Just...
You've ruined everything now, haven't you?
I didn't mean to upset you.
Well, you have. You've really upset me, all right?
Just leave us alone, will you?
- I'll just go, then. - No, it's all right.
In you come.
- Cup of tea or something? - That'd be good.
- What have you been up to? - Just been reading.
- Your earrings look good. - Thanks.
Don't ask about the fucking ring.
What happened?
Tossed the fucking thing, didn't I?
Did you? Where?
The river, where do you think?
Gonna get it back. Got my flippers and my snorkel ready.
Start scuba diving.
Oh, Joe, come here.
Somebody want to tell me what the fuck's going on?
No!
At the end of this road take a left.
Turn right and keep going.
The left. Right. Jesus.
Right as in right, OK? Oh, right, right.
No, left! Left!
- Where now? - Keep going, man.
There's a canal at the end, right?
With a wee bridge. A canal.
This better be fucking kosher, guys.
Just mellow out and trust us for once.
- Trust you? - Just keep driving, mate.
Keep your eyes open for Scrag.
Take a right there.
At the back of the shops. No, keep driving!
Here's brilliant.
Sound as a pound.
Keep the engine running.
Sshh...! Sshh!
Well, are you getting out or coming in, or what?
Go! Go! Go!
What... the... fuck?
Get in here!
Liam! Liam!
Liam!
Fucking bastards!
The fucking stuff's away, look at that!
Brazil!
- That's sacrilege! - What?
- A Brazilian strip? - They were born for it.
Pele! Yeah!
You look like a budgie!
There you go. The teeth of Rivelino!
You holding Rivelino's teeth...!
With these we can't lose, man.
- Where'd we get these strips? - A sponsorship...
Maggie, can I speak to you for a minute?
Sarah, this better be good.
Right, Maggie. What colour's that?
- Blue. - And what colour's that?
Blue.
- And what colour's that? - Blue again.
You can safely say, the patient is pregnant. Why am I here?
Oh, my God.
Not Sarah. Not the health visitor?
Not Sarah that runs the health education classes?
That takes the teenage pregnancy courses?
You've been on the fucking radio about it!
You're pregnant, I don't believe it!
I feel really weird.
You're pregnant! Oh, my God!
I need to sit down. What are you gonna do?
- I don't know. - Sarah, how...?
- I don't know. - What did Joe say?
He doesn't know.
- I'm the first person to know? - Yeah.
- Are you OK? - I suppose so, yeah.
Come here and give me a hug.
Congratulations!
Shall we do that song again? "I want some..." Join in.
Maybe they're at Mayfield. I'll sort it out.
I've seen Doctor Craig, he's real nice.
Dead helpful.
What about McGowan?
Joe sorted it.
- What d'you mean? - Paid them off or something.
What d'you mean, paid him off or something?
- I don't know. - What are you talking about?
- You owed them 2000 pound. - I don't know nothing.
- What's she talking about? - She's talking out her arse.
Joe went to see McGowan and got us more time to pay.
- How long? - Couple of months.
- How much per month do you pay? - It's my problem.
- Tell me, how much? - Look, come on, you.
Wait a minute.
I got to get him fed.
- What's Joe got to do with it? - Don't listen to her.
- You're lying. - I swear to God, Sarah.
Joe met McGowan and got us more time. That's it.
- How are you gonna pay? - I don't fucking know.
What's she talking about?
Fuck's sake, Sarah. She's all mixed up.
- You're lying. - A Catholic boy like me?
- You're lying. - I'm not. Don't listen to her.
Joe's got nothing to do with it. Say cheerio.
- Bye-bye, darling. - Cheerio.
What the fuck were you saying?
How are you doing?
What's the matter?
What's up?
Tell me again what happened with McGowan.
Nothing happened with McGowan.
- Tell me. - Nothing happened with McGowan.
How come Sabine said you paid him off?
Sabine said this? Jesus, she's a smackhead.
Did you borrow money off McGowan?
I wouldn't borrow off that bastard.
- I didn't borrow off McGowan. - Well, somebody else, then?
I didn't borrow money from anybody.
Darlin', you shouldn't be concerned with this.
I'm very concerned. See if you're lying to me...!
OK.
McGowan and I go back a bit.
We were brought up on the same scheme,
I used to deliver papers to his ma's.
He's a total bastard. I begged him not to hurt Liam.
And he did. Liam's on the last chance.
You'd better be telling the truth.
If you're not, I'll break something.
You still, you still don't know.
You don't know how much I love you.
I'm not gonna put all that at risk.
I'm no' lying.
I was so frightened.
Fuck off.
Thank fuck you're in. Came to warn you.
Sarah was sniffing about this morning...
Sarah, you've gotta listen to me.
Sarah.
Look...
Look, you need to trust me, OK?
There's some things I can't tell you.
And I don't want you to ask.
All you need to know is I'm helping Liam.
In a week from now it's over. It's done.
It's got nothing to do with us, it's a different planet.
Sarah?
If you think it's nothing to do with us, it's over already.
All right.
Right, you want the truth? OK.
When I went to see McGowan, he'd given Liam a choice.
Choice one, he pays up. Problem, he's no money.
Choice two, McGowan puts Sabine on the game.
How's she supposed to come off the smack then?
Choice three, they break his fucking legs.
Do you expect me to walk away from that?
I couldn't walk away. I was there!
McGowan said if I done a wee job for him
he'd pay off Liam's debts.
What job?
I had to pick up a car.
Next week I pick up another car. That's it.
It's over.
£2000-worth of debt for you to pick up two cars?
What was in the car?
What was in the car, Joe?
Dunno.
You're lying.
- I don't know. - You're lying.
What do you think was in the fucking car?
They were gonna break his fucking legs! Now you know.
I'm sorry, but we don't live in this nice, tidy world of yours.
Some of us can't go to the police.
Some can't go to the bank for a loan.
Some can't move house and fuck off.
Some of us don't have a choice!
I didn't have a fucking choice!
I don't want him splitting us up...
You're a drug dealer!
I'm not a fucking drug dealer!
- What would you call it? - What would you have done?
I've seen babies rattling,
sent to intensive care with expected brain damage!
Have you seen a 14-year-old choke on vomit?
For fuck's sake, I only did it once!
Where did you get the money for the earrings and the ring?
Where did you get the money?
McGowan gave me £500 for myself.
I wish this had never happened. Where's my...
Don't even try to stop me.
Get out of my way! Get out of my fucking way!
I'm no' letting you go again!
- Leave me! - No, just calm down.
Are you gonna hit me too, Joe?
Oh, fuck!
Come on, Shanks. Be in.
If you'd like to leave a message...
Fuck off! Fuck off!
...Please speak slowly
as this contraption is running too fast.
Shanks, it's Joe. Give us a bell. Cheers.
- Hi, Joe. - Hi, Sabine.
Sorry, by the way.
I'm really sorry. I had no idea.
- Can I go and... - There's 300 there.
That'll give you a coupla hours to leave.
- You've done enough for us. - Take the money.
I tell McGowan I'm out.
I'm no' doing the second run. You know what that means?
He'll come after you two.
Take the money, jump on a train, whatever.
Get the hell out of here.
You have to think for yourself on this one. I really tried.
It's you, your family. Look after them, OK?
It's no' up to me now. Gotta do it yourself.
- Sarah in? - She doesnae want to see you.
- I need to talk to her. - She doesnae...
Sarah.
I spoke to Liam.
I'll speak to McGowan, I'm telling him I'm out.
You hear me? Maggie, will you give us a minute?
- Go, Maggie. - I'm not going anywhere.
Sarah, darlin'.
I just drew a different slant on it.
Somebody helped me once and I thought I could do the same.
If I'd thought I was gonna lose you, I'd never have done it.
I love you and I can't lose you. You're my soul.
- I can't see you again, Joe. - Don't say that. Please.
I just can't see you again.
- I'll do anything. - Just go on.
- Tell me I've not lost you. - Joe, come on. Please.
I don't know what to do.
This isnae fair.
This is no' fair.
Just go.
- Hello, minicab hire. - McGowan there?
- No. - Where is he?
Said he was going down to the pub.
I want out. I'm no fucking good at this.
I'm not your man, know what I mean?
I'm gonna get caught. We'll all get caught.
That's not how it works.
You can't get out. You've gotta finish it.
Otherwise Liam gets away with all this.
If he does, I'm a laughing stock.
I'm fucking begging you.
I'm no good. I'll fuck it up. I'm not built for this.
I'm begging you. Let me go.
Away you go. Don't get desperate, it's embarrassing.
- You don't want me. - Alf!
Just let us out of this. Please.
You never learn.
You won't be smiling when I fuck that nurse.
You fucking bastard!
Fuck off! Fuck off!
You fucking want some of this?
Where are you going? Hey! This McGowan's?
This McGowan's?
Want to drive it? Well, fucking drive it!
Joe! You'd better get out of here!
You'd better get your arse into gear, man!
Everybody knows it's McGowan and that.
- How'd you get in here? - Your door was open, Joe.
Oh, fucking hell.
We're gonna have to get out, pal.
- Did you kick in my door? - No, your door was opened.
What did I tell you? I told you to fuck off.
I gives you 300 pounds and tell you to fuck off.
What the fuck are you doing here?
- You never fucking listen. - Joe, I did listen.
No, you don't, you stupid wee prick!
- Look, Joe... - I fucking gives you the money!
I tell you to go. What are you doing here?
I wasn't talking about the money. Where could I go?
I've no' got anywhere to go.
I thought about it.
I was gonna fuck off, me and Scott.
But I couldn't take Sabine. I fucking couldn't.
She can't live without Scott. I'd have signed her death warrant.
- You're fucking useless. - I thought about fucking off.
- You're useless. - I'm no' fucking useless!
- I wouldn't have seen Scott! - You're a useless prick.
I gave you the fucking money!
- It wasn't the fucking money! - I'd end up in fucking London!
Back on the junk. I can't handle that.
I've fucking cracked it.
- What? - You're fucking dim.
- You don't mean that. - I hate you, your fucking wife.
- I hate your fucking wean. - Don't say anything else, Joe.
- I know it's the drink talking. - I'll shoot the lot of you.
I'd take you outside...
...I'd get a gun and put a bullet through your useless heads.
What could I do? Joe, what could I do?
I had nowhere to go!
You've got fucking excuses for everything.
- It's no' excuses, Joe. - Excuses for everything, man.
All you live off is a fucking excuse.
You're a fucking excuse.
You tell me what I can do.
Tell me and I'll do it.
Come on, tell me.
They'd be better off without us.
She fucking coped when I was in jail.
So, you're fucking right.
I shouldn't have thought about me first.
Will I get it?
- Hello? - Liam, is that you?
- Sabine? - McGowan's boys were here.
- Oh, fuck. - They smashed up the house.
- How are you? - All right.
- What about Scott? - He's all right.
They want you and Joe. Don't come back here.
Grab the wean and get to your Ma's.
Don't come back here, 'cause they'll kill you.
OK.
Fucking better off without us.
Oh, fuck.
Fucking Jesus.
No fucking way.
I'm sorry.
I know you didn't mean what you said about us, Joe.
Here's your photo back.
Fucking prick! Jump, I'll kill you anyway!
Liam!
Ah, sweet Jesus, give me strength.
Ahh, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus...
Ah, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus...
Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord...
...and let perpetual light shine upon him.
May he rest in peace. Amen.
My dear brothers and sisters,
let us go now in peace and in calm.
Hiya, wee man. All right?
He was great, eh?