Look at me, right, and look at the Queen.
I was never a fan until it occurred to me how much
me and Ma'am have in common.
Bringing up kiddies you can't remember the names of.
I know she's not a single parent,
but she might as well be.
Plus, the pair of us, we stuck to our guns-- her literally,
sometimes-- and flagshipped a dying breed.
Admired and despised equally.
Not for never lifting a finger.
No, for setting examples through extremity.
And whether you're a bigwig on her end or a bigwig on mine,
you've still got all your dickheads
in the middle to deal with, snip snip snipping at your benefits.
I mean, she can't not be looking at me and thinking,
what is your secret, Frank?
I got shot of my kids yonks back, whereas she's yet to see
the back of a single one.
Fine.
I've had to get out of bed on occasion
to make ends meet, whereas she-- she's done
the whole thing from a chair.
Oh, a drink for the lady.
Oh sure, there's perks.
But look at her lot.
Brian May prancing about on her roof.
Now look at my lot.
We know how to throw a proper fucking party!
[music playing]
DERILEE (VOICEOVER): When it comes to matters of the heart,
I'll tell you who got it right. Celine Dion.
She was everything she was because someone loved her.
Just like me.
I am everything I am because of the love of my husband.
True, mine and Celine's men couldn't be any more different.
My man never gave me wings so I could fly,
never saw the best there was of me.
And as for being me eyes when I couldn't see,
that was only because the bastard put his fist into one
of them in the first place.
But he no longer gets to make me anything.
I've left him, stopping at Frank's for now.
Because I'll tell you who really got it right.
Bye.
DERILEE (VOICEOVER): Nina Simone.
There's a new day and a new life waiting for me,
and it feels really fucking good.
If you make me late--
Frank, can this horror walk to school with you?
Anything to help my little Turkish delight.
I can walk myself.
Not a chance.
Spelling test, been trying to get out of it for days.
Got to go. See you back at home.
If I come back.
ESTHER: Promises, promises.
I can spell.
Come on.
GPS: You have reached your destination.
MAN: Shut up, lady.
GPS: You have reached your destination.
[MUSIC PLAYING FROM ICE CREAM TRUCK]
ESTHER (VOICEOVER): It's just a job interview.
Stay calm, Esther.
Stay calm.
[passing gas]
You could always try creating a diversion.
[passing gas]
Sorry, it's nerves.
Lovely.
Like what?
Well, our Carl used to hold his breath until he fainted.
Did it work?
Well, he's sick as fuck, so yeah.
I'd say so.
Get in to class.
The bell's about to go.
Some clever dick's drawn a picture of me in the toilets.
You can't deny kids freedom of expression.
The staff toilets.
I want it removed.
[schoolbell ringing]
[crow cawing]
[music playing]
New policy.
Every teacher has to sign in.
Success?
Too shaky.
One in the toilets was neater.
May I help you?
I'm looking for the janitor.
Frank?
Frank.
Aye, that's him.
May I ask what it's regarding?
Afraid that's a personal matter.
I'm intrigued.
An urgent personal matter.
What about her?
Been a bit quiet since she got fingered by Peter
Simcox at the Christmas party.
Frank Gallagher to reception.
That's Frank Gallagher to reception.
Please, miss.
Can I go to the toilet?
Be quick.
Is he on his way, love?
I'm sure he won't be long if he knows it's urgent.
[music playing]
[passing gas]
[fire alarm ringing]
Make your way to the nearest exit.
Oi!
You're setting off the alarms.
Immediate suspension!
I'm calling your mother.
I need to talk to Frank.
And I need you to step outside.
Walk!
Not run.
[MUSIC PLAYING AND FIRE ALARM RINGING]
Sir, I need you to move.
Everyone back into class.
We still need to follow protocol!
Everybody back in!
In!
Everybody back in!
Back in.
[commotion fading]
It's a gun!
He's got a gun!
There's a man with a gun!
[screaming]
[fast music]
[fire alarm ringing]
That one, that window there.
Here, Frank.
Geez.
I mean, I felt terrible, you know?
There's only so many I could get to, you know?
They didn't want to jump, but I told them,
there's a madman with a gun about to blow
your fucking brains out.
I mean, rather a broken ankle, eh?
Our hero.
Look at that.
That's perfect, like.
Oh, the romance.
Romance? Fuck romance.
Look what it got me.
That's the future.
[menacing music]
Where's the negotiator?
10 minutes away.
Had to drag him out of an antenatal.
On call does not mean sitting in a room full of men,
feeling sympathetic about other women's fannies.
Everyone accounted for?
Thalia Blanco went to the toilet
just before the alarm went off.
I haven't seen her since.
I thought she was lying!
This smart bitch locked my daughter in a cupboard
with a fucking gunman!
I didn't know there was a gunman.
She set the fire alarms off!
[shouting]
Ladies, OK.
Lock the place down.
[suspenseful music]
Where's Mimi?
Oh, she's in there with the pigs, helping them out.
Incident van?
Ah, sick.
Shouldn't you be checking on Stella?
Ah, she'll be fine.
She'll be on her way home by now.
Look at them all gawking.
It's fucking awful.
Want a drink?
Look, they're going in.
[menacing music]
Go, go!
OK, lads.
Easy does it.
Hurry.
[fast music]
What are they waiting for?
They're nearly there.
[music continues]
The good thing is, we know Thalia's exact location.
Oh, that's lucky.
Lucky?
What would you rather her be running
around willy nilly in there?
I will kill you with my bare hands!
Oh, get off, you fucking knobhead.
Agh!
Yeah, we've got our girl.
Yes.
Did you see that?
I'm going to overlook it on this occasion.
Well done, lads.
Fancy a bit of Cajun music tonight, in here?
Five for each.
Oh yeah, we'll take two.
I though we could have a hero's
welcome back at the ranch.
You know the rules, Frank.
Thursday night's girls night.
Friends before fannies.
(SCOFFS)
TV: The police have confirmed there has
been no sighting of the gunman.
It now looks as though it was a hoax.
What?
I saw him with me own eyes!
Tosser.
[playful music]
So neither you or any other member of staff
actually saw a man with a gun?
Could have got the King's medal for this.
[dog barking]
I'm making tea, Daddy.
You must be Frank.
- Tea? - Yes, please.
Delicious.
Wonder if your dad doesn't have something stronger, though.
[dog barking]
Oh no, that is not very hospitable.
Listen, mate--
I am not your mate, pal.
Easy, easy.
I don't even know who you are.
I think there's been some kind of misunderstanding.
No misunderstanding.
We need to have a little chat.
Yeah?
He'll enjoy that, won't you?
I hear you're very chatty, quite the wee pundit.
No wiser?
Well let's see if we can't jog your memory.
I'll just consult my big book of Frank's opinions.
You're too good for him.
You should move in with me, Derilee.
Biddy--
My name's Baxter, and you've been popping my missus, Frank.
The whoring was one thing.
We've got to make a living, and dog's like you
have got to get their hole.
But her moving out of my house and in with you,
I'm not standing for it.
Oh, fuck.
It was you at the school.
Yeah, that went a bit tits.
I'd never hurt a kiddie, though.
I'm going to go and play with Lilian and the alligator.
No, you won't do that, darling.
Stay here with your old dad.
You're a class act, Frank.
Sit down.
It's the worst shootout ever.
Bloody vultures.
What?
You were watching as well.
I'm a trained health care professional.
We were here to help.
Bullshit.
[sirens wailing]
No gunman, I believe.
No negotiation required, so you can toddle back
to your panting exercises and let me get
on with standing down my unit.
Au contraire, Veronica.
The governor thought you might need a little help
with the paperwork.
Get the fucking jingle jangle switched off.
[ice cream truck music playing]
GPS: You have reached your destination.
There's a dead kid.
No wait, it's a little postman.
He's definitely dead, though.
Start with a one mile radius of the school.
The perp is most likely on foot.
Come on!
And get me a chopper.
It was a professional arrangement,
only ever on a Friday, only ever with Sherilee.
She's just saying here, because she said--
She said what, exactly?
She's just a lodger, nothing more.
I need the toilet.
I told her to go back to you.
I said, Der, it's nothing to do with me, but Biddy--
Baxter-- it sounds like he's the one.
What did she say?
That you're a prick.
Why don't you go and have a piss, eh?
She tell you I hit her?
Yes.
No.
I don't have to tell you what Derilee's like.
Are you saying my wife deserves a thumping, does she?
No.
I am not here to judge.
You two need to talk.
She's in The Jockey.
With Sherilee? Yeah, yeah.
She's as bad.
She loved being yakky, yakking in her ear.
You get Der to come here, on her own.
What are you going to do?
I thought you weren't here to judge?
Your turn.
Him.
I reckon average length, generous girth.
Thick thatch, though.
Makes it looks stubbier than it is.
Agreed.
And the little brother?
Only by order of birth.
[cell phone ringing]
Not tonight, Josephine.
You'll just have to wait until tomorrow
for the full nine yards.
Or seven inches, respectable width, and big clanking balls.
Stella's poorly.
Poorly?
Yeah, she's-- she's running a temperature.
You know, she's asking for you.
Dads are hopeless in these situations.
Kids need the lodger.
We'll come over.
No, no, no.
Just you.
I don't want Sherilee catching anything.
DERILEE (ON PHONE): All right.
Cheers.
Yeah.
Jump.
- You gonna drink this? - Maybe so.
Maybe not.
I stopped off at Tesco's and picked these up for Stella.
Spoonful of each, she'll be right as rain.
All right, darling?
No big winch for your old man?
Put the lassie down, Der.
Go and play upstairs, love.
I was just explaining to Baxter about you and me--
you know, nothing going on there-- you know, professional
arrangement, you know.
So I should leave you two--
You're all right, Frank.
Der's just going to tell us how she's been a silly bitch,
then get her stuff and come home with me.
Yeah, I think that probably sounds best, Der.
Don't you, considering?
You've got a lot of years together worth fighting for.
A man just needs to know that his missus loves him.
Is that what you want to hear?
Aye.
Fuck you.
You didn't mean that, Derilee.
Bent like a banana and facing the wrong way.
It's neither use nor ornament.
Derilee MacGyver?
She's gone home.
We've just come from there.
What's your relationship with Mrs. MacGyver?
Best friend, born in the same hospital not two minutes apart,
practically sisters.
We'll need to ask you some questions.
Well, what are you going to do, stay here with him?
You want that, do you?
Well?
No.
Not even this streak of piss wants you.
He's never done this before.
School shootings tend not to be a repeat offense.
That's good, then.
Do you have any idea why he may have had issue
with the children, anything in the marriage
maybe, his own childhood?
He's fine with the kiddies.
I mean, they get on his nerves, but it's a professional hazard,
isn't it, in that van.
They're always giving him euros and shekels.
He's come home with toy money twice.
Is this helping?
You're doing great.
It's important we get a profile, understand him.
Ah, for fuck's sake.
Have you any clue where he might be?
Have you tried his house?
There's no one home.
Look, this guy popped a dwarf and then went into a school
with a loaded gun.
We need to find him.
He went to his place.
That's why you didn't find Der.
She's moved out.
She's at Frank's.
Great!
Moving out.
[sirens wailing]
Thing is, Der, if you just go home
with Biddy now while no one knows he's here, then--
[knocking at door]
POLICE: Police!
Open the door.
He's got a gun, and there's a child in here.
POLICE: He's got a gun.
Clear the area!
[fast music]
Come on, quick.
[music continues]
[sirens wailing]
Can't believe you're letting the police in here.
Our neighbors are in danger.
Get Cilla the jockey straightaway.
Um, shall I get the catalog?
That won't be necessary.
Friends of the family might be helpful, look after this one.
Yeah.
Attempting to establish contact.
[telephone ringing]
Look, you've not actually done anything.
You know, you came over.
We had a chat, we had a drink.
Had a gun.
Yeah, but he's not used it.
[phone continues ringing]
You talk to them.
Hello?
Baxter.
No, it's Frank.
Is Baxter there?
Yeah, he's here.
And he has a firearm.
That's right.
Tell them I haven't done anything.
He hasn't done anything with the firearm.
Top bloke, really.
Can you confirm who else is with you?
Baxter, obviously.
And Derilee, that's his wife.
And Stella, me daughter.
Is Baxter able to hear me?
No.
I'm going to be very open with you, Frank.
Baxter is a very dangerous man.
He killed a postman.
We found the body underneath the ice cream van.
Did I, fuck?
Christ.
Fucking-- Christ!
Jesus Christ!
Oh, fuck--
GPS: You have reached your destination.
Shite.
Shite, shite, shite, shite!
Boosh.
This shit just got real, bro.
He shot little Albert. - Mom?
What, the postman?
Yeah.
See?
It's OK.
He doesn't want to shoot children.
No, no, incorrecto.
He shot little Albert.
He probably thought he was shooting at a little kid.
Everyone!
He shot little Albert!
Yo!
He shot little Albert, everyone!
[commotion]
No.
No, no, no.
You should've just gone.
Well, they think I'm a murderer.
[phone ringing]
So nobody's going anywhere, now.
We were happy then, Der, weren't we?
Roxy Music at the Apollo, September the 30th, 1982.
The first time I saw her, and I knew it was destiny.
She hitched all the way to Glasgow daft on Brian Ferry.
Got something right, though, big Brian.
Love is the drug.
Yours is like smack.
Because she wanted to be near to her mother.
So I left my own mommy behind, moved south,
did what she wanted.
You did your best.
I did.
Slainte.
Maybe we could go, Frank.
Eh?
Scotland.
Take Stella on a holiday.
I could pop in on your mommy, Biddy.
Send her your love from prison.
I thought you said there was nothing between you two.
There isn't!
Excuse me, excuse me.
Coming through.
Make way here. Siege delivery.
Yes, Gazza.
There's some guy over there renting seats out.
Go grab one and sit down.
God to hand the bevvies out first.
You all right, kid?
Yeah.
We're just gutted he can't be in there popping this guy.
The little one will be OK.
I'm saying a prayer.
Excuse me.
Out of the way.
I'm the mother.
I've got the mother here.
It's my baby in that house.
OK, come through.
Is that Stella's mom?
Don't know. Never met her.
Don't think Stella has, either.
Saw it on the news, and I just had to get here, to my baby.
You did the right thing.
Got anything stronger?
It Can sometimes help if a relative,
a mother in particular, makes a direct plea to the perpetrator.
On the TV?
On the phone.
But sometimes on the TV.
I'd do anything for little Stella.
Have you got a recent photograph?
It helps to visualize a good outcome.
I've got one.
It's on my phone, I think.
Is this the slag that's got my daughter held at gunpoint?
No, that's the business partner.
I'm listening.
How come you ended up on your own, then?
Not being as lucky as you.
BAXTER: So no one special?
Broken heart.
Look, shouldn't we try and get out of it?
I mean, we're surrounded.
We might as well surrender.
Who was it broke your heart?
There's only ever been one woman for me, same as you.
Not the same woman, obviously.
Who was she then?
You dirty bitch!
Oh, Frank's told me all about you, you tramp.
Ladies, if we could just focus on what is--
Tramp?
Monica?
Moni-- Monica.
Yeah, Monica, my wife.
You said she was a miserable old cow,
and he hoped she was dead.
Well, that's the pain talking.
We've always been a bit like Burton and Taylor, me and Mon,
you know.
In my home, around my child?
Take a look at yourself before you get up in my grill.
- That's her? - Yeah.
You see?
Destiny.
What's he said?
You tell me what he said.
[phone ringing]
Baxter?
No, it's Frank again.
JOSS (ON PHONE): Is uh--
everything OK over there?
Yeah, good.
Baxter was wondering, uh, if we could have
a chat about some of them, um--
what do you call them? - Demands.
Demands.
We are prepared to negotiate.
I would really like to chat to Baxter, though.
FRANK (ON PHONE): No, he's not up for that.
OK.
What are his demands?
He's a good bloke and all, as I was saying.
And, and, and he's keen--
Go on.
W-well, he, he's keen that I see me wife.
I mean, I totally understand if that's not possible.
You know, it's delicate business, you know.
Is she there?
MONICA (OVER PHONE): I'm here.
I'm right here, baby.
It will, uh, have to be a hostage swap.
Make that clear to Baxter.
We'll send the wee one.
Yeah, that-- that's fine.
Yeah, we'll swap Stella for Monica.
Can you send some beers over and all,
if it's not too much trouble?
Cheers.
You OK with this?
You don't have to, you know.
He is armed.
I'll do anything for my baby.
If Katie Price here is your best bet,
those poor fuckers have had it.
[cheering]
I have a very bad feeling about this.
I'll do anything for my baby.
This is how we negotiate.
Give and take.
She's fully briefed.
It's all for my baby!
[cheering]
Is that my mum?
Yeah.
Come to Mommy, baby!
Oh, my little--
She's got Stella!
[cheering]
Told you so.
What's she doing?
Mothering, I think.
Thank goodness you're all right.
Oh!
Tell her to hurry up.
Come on.
Clear shot, ma'am.
Stella, not you!
Take it.
No, no.
Shit!
Jesus Christ!
They've missed.
Stella's gone back inside.
Frank!
What the fuck was that?
Frank?
BAXTER: They're trying to kill me!
Monica.
BAXTER: Jesus Christ!
Well done, Ronnie.
You've, uh, really surpassed yourself this time.
Clear the streets.
I want those fucking tramps out of there.
[commotion]
Place looks good.
(YELLING) Fuck sake!
Yeah, you look--
good.
I hope you appreciate this.
Thanks.
I brought you these.
Hey.
Come away in.
Away from the windows, away from the windows.
Frank!
Please, ladies first, eh?
Come on, come on.
Just keep away from the fucking window.
Go on.
Hey, hey, hey.
Play your cards right, something good can come out of all this.
We can do the paperwork later.
I want it noted immediately that I raised concerns
about Monica Gallagher's suitability for a hostage swap
and was overruled. - Hardly overruled.
The contretemps was entirely the result
of your shock and awe approach!
What happens now?
We negotiate again, though since DCI Veronica B. Johnson
wholeheartedly destroyed our last attempt,
I'm not sure how successful we're going to be.
I can't take it!
Can Can you get her out of here, please, Mrs. Tutton?
Mrs. Tutton, please.
OK, but we're witnesses to the fact that youse don't
know your ass from your elbow.
Let's go and get a proper drink.
[music playing]
Remember this one, love?
[helicopters circling]
[phone ringing]
You should tackle him.
You fucking tackle him.
You're bigger than me.
[phone continues ringing]
Fucking go on.
[MUSIC - ROXY MUSIC, "DANCE AWAY"]
(SINGING) When it seemed so cool.
When I walked you home, kiss goodnight.
I'm sorry to say this, but he's fallen into bad living
without you, Monica.
I can see that.
Taken up with my wife here.
How could you do this to me?
Uh, this from the woman who took three years
to get a loaf of bread twice.
Sometimes, things go wrong.
But if it's meant to be, you'll find a way back.
It's fate.
So what have you got to say about her, eh, Frank?
Derilee is a prostitute, a whore.
My wife the whore.
She's not even embarrassed.
I'm embarrassed of you.
So Baxter thought it'd be good for me and you to get together,
chat.
So, what have you got to say for yourself?
I wasn't always the best husband.
Ha!
I had a terrible life with him.
He never worked.
He never lifted a finger to help with the kids.
He's working now, though, earning a crust, aren't you?
Yeah, well, it's not much though, Mon.
You know, it's practically minimum wage
as janitor in a school.
Don't do yourself down.
That's a good number, council pension.
Sorted for the future.
But there was the emotional cruelty, too.
A woman can't just forget that.
The neglect.
Go on, Frank.
Tell her how you feel.
I've come to realize I've made mistakes, but you're the one.
My destiny.
Jesus, Lilian.
We'll do it later.
He'll be here in a bit, though.
Who?
Richard.
He's the best Cajun musician in Manchester.
He's my boyfriend.
Look, they all like a bit of Cajun.
What's animating that muppet?
She's got a boyfriend.
Lilian's lying too then, Mimi.
We've been through this.
It turns out there was a gunman, but there
was definitely no fire.
So Thalia is a liar.
Even now, you can't just admit you were wrong.
Amazing.
Stella's in bed.
She's asleep.
This is nice.
See, Der?
That's So it should be, a man and his wife.
Loving.
Tight.
[MUSIC - ROXY MUSIC, "MORE THAN THIS"]
We'll get through this, Der, you and me.
Just like them.
We're not like them.
No, you're right.
They've got seven kids, seven kids to show for their love.
And if you could've born me some wains,
we would have been like that.
Barren, though, this one, Frank.
My mommy was so disappointed.
I'm not barren.
Pretty fertile, actually.
Your very fertile, too.
Der.
It's fine.
It's a night of truths.
Let's get it all out.
You knocked me up no less than seven times.
And seven times, I thought about that little baby in my belly.
Your little baby.
Stop, just stop.
I went to the clinic, and I said, get this thing out of me!
What are you doing?
Checking she's OK.
Don't think he'd like you fiddling with her.
I'm not fiddling with her.
I'm checking she's not fucking dead.
It'd be calmer if she was, really,
after all them abortions.
It'd be better if you weren't yapping in me ear.
I'm only trying to help, Dr. Gallagher.
It's a shame he didn't fucking knock you out instead.
Frank.
Hey.
There hasn't been a squeak for 10 minutes.
Patience, mon ami.
He's probably weighing up his options.
Deciding which one to shoot first?
Thanks to you, he's got an even bigger selection.
You may not agree with my methods,
but storming in there has already
derailed this operation.
Just because you fucked up the hostage swap.
Must have known he'd react badly.
Any father would.
Do you know what it took for me to get away?
No one's saying you've got to go back to him.
Not permanently.
But there are ways of dealing with this kind of situation.
I will not go crawling back.
Look, love, you may not be as pro-life as I am,
but I have had seven kids.
And I want to get out to see them.
Couldn't you just indulge his little fantasy
long enough to get him shot and us to get out alive?
[helicopters circling]
Oh, Jesus.
I'm not sure I can do this.
Look, I know it's hard, but I can't see another way.
[sirens wailing in the distance]
The idea of my baby, so repulsive.
I lied.
There were no abortions.
I wish you loved me like I love you, cruel thing.
I do love you.
Fuck.
She can't be much fun to be around, always
feeling sorry for herself.
Her fucked up psycho husband is
now seven abortions nearer to blowing all our heads off.
How exactly should she be acting?
All right, no need to be snappy with me.
Look, try and relax.
I've been doing this tantric meditation that really helps.
Sorry, I'm a bit low on joss sticks.
Let me just rub your aura.
Oh geez, just get off.
Just trying to keep morale up.
If I was him, I'd definitely shoot that Monica one.
I'd give him self defense.
[music playing]
It's been a bad day for all of us.
That what passes as an apology around here?
Could put a word in for you at the school, set up a meeting
with the catering manager.
I don't want anything to do with your fucked
up, exploitative, supplying god knows how
many black markets school, OK?
You should be ashamed of yourself, making money
out of a captive audience.
Not here, love.
Captives are over the road.
When you left, I took the pills out of the bathroom.
I sat, and I counted out one for each year we've been together.
Just wanted to end it.
What stopped you?
So you're working now?
Yeah, living the public sector dream.
You've done well for yourself.
Oh, God.
I'm sorry, Frank.
I think it must be delayed shock or something.
Well, I reckon we're all in for a bout of that.
I mean, supposing you're right.
Supposing this is the end.
Hold me, Frank.
Let me feel in love again before I die.
[music playing]
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
Don't be daft.
Look how popular it is.
Lilian, there's a madman on the estate.
Everyone's been evacuated.
All right, folks.
We're going to play this one for the people of the Chatsworth.
[passing gas]
It was me.
Anyone got a fucking problem?
All right.
[band playing music]
[humming]
(SINGING) I could feel--
He's singing to her.
Oh, Jesus, he's building to the end.
You never sing to me.
Have I inadvertently locked myself in an asylum?
- I think it's romantic. - Jesus.
Look, I've come all this way to support you,
and you haven't said one nice thing to me all night.
Well, I'm sorry if I'm a bit distracted.
Might be to do with the gunman sitting in there, singing
his final fucking serenade.
What you just did, it meant a lot to Thalia.
You
Flatulence least of my worries today, not to mention Lilian
organized a fucking hoedown.
People seem to be enjoying the distraction.
[music playing]
Try and make contact again, then we're going in.
[phone ringing]
We don't have much time.
Give yourself up.
They won't hurt you.
They're gonna put me away for a long time, sweetheart.
I'll wait for you.
I won't let them take you away from me.
[phone ringing]
Me and Der need a bit of time alone.
Say no more.
We'll be on our way then.
Upstairs.
I'm not sure this is a good idea.
Nobody asked you, pal.
[phone continues ringing]
This isn't right.
Well, we just have to make the best of it.
I meant Der downstairs, about to be raped at gun point.
She's a prostitute, and she's married to him.
Just let him get his end away, and then we
can all get out of here.
[phone continues ringing]
Take first positions.
Move!
[music playing]
(YELLING) It's on!
They're moving in!
Try not to worry about it.
Hm?
He hasn't actually shot anyone yet.
The postman, little Albert.
Oh yeah, I forgot about him.
I read somewhere that fear can turn some people on.
I don't know about you, but I am very, very afraid.
Life or death situation, it's bound to have an effect.
(grunts)
Oh!
[commotion and cheering]
Ooh.
Uh.
Oh!
[gunshot]
Fuck!
Go, go, go!
[helicopter circling]
[MUSIC - DUSTY SPRINGFIELD, "LOSING YOU"]
DUSTY SPRINGFIELD (SINGING): How many tears do you cry, if love
should break your heart in two?
How many tears will I cry, now that I know I'm losing you?
I know that I'm losing you.
I can't stop wanting you.
And no matter what you do, you're still a part of me,
even though I'm losing you.
I'm losing you.
How many years will go by--
[music playing]
Kill you to tidy up once in a while?
I'm suffering from post-traumatic
distress disorder.
[laughter]
You said you'd make us a brew.
Hey, you're back!
Want to say goodbye.
They let you off then?
Self-defense.
So you say.
Frank, I need a hand.
Just gives us a minute.
She's not a permanent fixture.
Just stay, and we can have things as they were.
Just wanted to give this to Stella.
I won't be here for your birthday,
but you can't open it until then.
I promise.
Where will you go?
It's best You don't know.
I'm gonna miss you.
[tender music]
Goodbye, Frank.
MONICA (YELLING): Frank!
DERILEE (VOICEOVER): The more I think about it, the more often
Gloria got it right, 1978.
I will survive.
[upbeat music]
DERILEE (VOICEOVER): Because this is me.
Somebody new, with a lot of love still left to give.
[laughter]
DERILEE (VOICEOVER): We all end up with the love we deserve.
[music continues]
DERILEE (VOICEOVER): Just might take some
of us that bit longer to find.
[music continues]