[chime]
[sirens]
Chickies this way for the Chatsworth Express.
Oi.
FRANK GALLAGHER (VOICEOVER): Caught [inaudible]
he's making a mess is the lives they were given
by them old stares and kids, they're
convinced are actually theirs.
Wicked.
Piss off.
What sounds on earth could ever replace.
Kids need your money or wives in your face.
Cause this people reckon, me included,
is why pubs and drugs were kindly invented to calm us
all down, stop us going mental.
These are Chatsworth Estates, basic essentials.
We are worth every penny for grinding your axes.
You shit on our head, but you pay the taxes.
Imagine the Brits about Chatsworth Buccaneers
who'll cum on your face for the price of a beer, eh?
Hey.
Make poverty history.
Cheaper drugs now.
Make poverty history.
Cheaper drugs now.
Heh, heh, heh, ow.
[music playing]
MIMI: You can take your skin buffers,
face tonics, and exfoliaters and stick them up your ass.
My Paddy can get me that box shit, 69 quids a bottle.
Must think I was born yesterday.
Come on, Frank, this is us.
Yeah.
[music playing]
Oh, Jesus, Frank.
Did you take a bath in Old Spice?
Whatever happened To the days when public transport
smelled of piss and tobacco?
God Almighty.
[engine revving]
FRANK GALLAGHER: THIS can't last,
this fucking misery can't last.
I must remember that and try to control meself.
[engine revving]
There'll come a time in the future when I won't mind
about this, when I can look back and say, oh quite peacefully
and cheerfully, what a complete tit I was.
But no, I don't want that to come ever.
I want to remember every tortuous, ass-clenching,
soul-bleeding, wonderful, fucking minute
always till the end of me days.
You see, I've fallen in love.
[piano music]
FRANK GALLAGHER (VOICEOVER): And it hurts like someone's taken
me bollocks and rolled'em in chili
sauce and invited them to take up
permanent residence in me gut.
[tires squealing]
[loud bang]
MONICA: Oh, my God.
You must have been up with the lark.
Haven't been to bed yet.
MONICA: How very thoughtful.
Eh, one more step, and it will be your last.
CARL: Good deal.
LIAM: It's like a hotel. Said
IAN: Said you should've told'em. CARL: Told us what?
Told us what?
I'm gettin' ready.
We're havin' guests tomorrow.
What guests?
She signed up with the church.
She wants some foreign students for the week.
Foreigners?
Church?
Eight quid a week, each one.
Are we auditioning for "The Sound of Music here or what?
Into the living room.
And watch out, the floor's just been mopped.
Not you, you're otherwise occupied.
What?
You restart course.
Oh, Deb.
Five days compulsory attendance or you
lose your dole.
You lose your dole, you're out.
Yeah, I know, but--
[inaudible] is miles away.
It's all in here, bus pass, packed lunch, pens.
A deal is a deal.
Yeah, yeah, I know.
Never let it be said, I look like a fucking student.
OK, here are the rules.
You better know them by tomorrow.
She's laminated'em.
DEBBIE: You're not now, nor ever have been a lesbian.
And you've never been involved in a genu fluctuant love
triangle.
No one wankin' in the house or within a 50
meter exclusion zone.
Your husband works on an oil rig.
You're in the van temporary until your house
is rebuilt following a fire.
No matches, lighters, candles, or fireworks.
No discussion of God or lack of, no politics.
So who are they?
Americans, Irish Catholic decent.
There's a party of 27.
We've got two.
So where these American Christians gonna sleep?
I'm not givin' up my bed.
DEBBIE: You don't have to.
Ian and Carl are moving out.
What the fuck?
If this works out, we can host loads.
That's more money.
I'm crushing at the Jockey.
Well you can move out.
It's as much my house as it is yours.
Why is this money so important anyhow?
Can't tell ya.
Fine, well, your students will need to sleep on the floor.
Because I'm not moving out.
DEBBIE: You have to.
[sirens]
All right.
But you've got to promise.
It's for a holiday for the family.
What the fuck do we want a holiday for?
Because we've never had a proper one.
Because just for once, when people ask,
I want to be able to say, yeah, we're
all booked up for the summer, whole family's off to Filleigh
for a week. - Filleigh?
Yes, Filleigh.
It's all we can afford.
Don't tell anyone, though, it's a surprise.
I've already put down a deposit.
This is for the second installment.
15.
40.
20, it's me final offer.
It's not going into my pocket, you know.
Shootin' pigs in a barrel.
Ian?
Can I crash with you at the Jockey?
Yeah, no problem.
You'll have to sleep in the middle, though.
Nah, you're all right.
[music playing]
What's the fucking rush, love?
Ken don't like his suckie making a comeback or what?
[engine revs]
Jesus.
[coughing]
Oh, a single to [inaudible],, mate.
[coins dropping]
Pick [inaudible] got no chance with you, have they?
[coughing]
ROSIE: Can I help?
Ghastly, like blunkett without the dye here.
It's a bit of rust probably spat out from the tank.
God was a boy when they last updated
the bus stop round here.
[music playing]
Yeah, right.
Keep it.
Thanks.
[soft music]
And that was the first time I saw her.
Eyes that invited you to plunge the depths
of her feminine soul.
Mouth that promised more sweet than any wine.
Should have known then that something had struck.
[bus air brakes]
[music playing]
Missed you with the napalm this morning, did they?
No, well, not for want of tryin'.
Sit down.
Thanks.
Rosie Buchan.
Frank Gallagher.
[guitar strumming]
Don't ask me what we talked about on that journey,
well, nothing of importance, the weather, road works, the fully
illustrated graffiti on the seat in front tellin'
us Mary gives free diddy rides.
Polite trivia designed to protect a delicate beginning.
[soft music]
Hi
I'm Brandy.
And this is my brother Barney.
He doesn't talk much.
Fuckin' hell.
BRANDY: Is everything all right?
DEBBIE: Yeah, everything's fine.
Just wasn't expecting you so early.
Excuse his language.
Yeah, sorry.
Shane McGuire.
I think your President's a dick.
But I won't hold it against ya.
I'm very pleased to make your acquaintance.
BRANDY: I'm very pleased to meet you, too, Shane.
Why don't we go inside.
[funky music]
Why are you puttin' more--
It's from Lord's.
You can have some of mine.
Ian and Carl have moved out for the week,
so it's just Barney and Liam.
Are you OK sharing, Barn?
Mm.
And you're in with me.
I'm not allowed to tell you God doesn't exist.
It's a chance to have a fresh start in a safe place, a--
a new life, a new identity.
Who would I be?
You'll just be the same, only with a different name.
How would anyone know me?
They wouldn't.
That's the whole point of the witness protection program.
One of the robbers is on the run, skipped bail.
And he knows you're the only person who can identify him.
[ominous music]
He will come after you.
I can't leave me girls.
I'm responsible.
Then at least take some measures to be incognito.
I'll try me best.
But you lot will look after me, won't ya?
Aerobics.
They're at it all hours.
[banging and piano music]
Don't cut me off.
I need a chance to win it back.
Benny, Benny, listen please, look, I'm good for it,
you know that. - Bye Lillian.
I'll call you back later.
Bye.
Sorry guys.
Come on Sarge.
Mom.
Calling me mom when I passed my exams.
A [inaudible] Julia Bravo.
Shut up.
I'm better than her.
FRANK GALLAGHER: So they say you can't smoke inside.
You go outside.
There's a sea of dims everywhere, isn't there?
Don't drive your Chelsea tractor 'cause
it's killin' the polar bears.
But will they invest in public transport, eh?
Eh?
Will they, fuck.
It's been 40 minutes I'm delayed here.
Frank?
Oh.
I thought I'd grab a cuppa, kill a bit of time.
Hey.
Well, just when I'm beginning to Gordon Brown personally,
silver lining walks through the door.
So, what's your story, Rosie Buchan?
Antiques.
Oh.
Nothing glamorous.
House clearances mainly, dead men's dressers,
widows wardrobe's.
Well, it's the only way to make any money, the antiques game
up here.
And you?
Well, I'm startin' a course at the moment
in professional development.
Doesn't matter to me what you do.
The don't make the man.
I've been on the dole so long they've
sent me on a restart course.
Well, like I say, that's not the man.
You married?
22 years.
Peter, tall and kind.
You'd like him.
And yourself?
Monica, small and mental far as I can remember.
I feel bonded to the place.
I mean, I've had loads of chances to leave Chatsworth,
you know, but, I don't know, it's in me blood, you know.
What would I be if I went someone else?
Some rootless bloke from nowhere.
[soft music]
So, house clearances, that's-- that's the only way
to make money, you sad, this.
Is-- is that why you go into it?
Antiques, I mean.
Wood.
And I don't mean like ash or beach or-- or pine,
though there is a lovely Canadian pine
that oils up as smooth as silk.
You know--
FRANK GALLAGHER (VOICEOVER): Well,
under normal circumstances, wood, as a subject,
would be about as interesting as life in a Filipino sweat shop.
But when she spoke about it, when Rosie spoke,
I wanted to take a runnin' jump inside that round,
sweet, Connie red mouth.
You look about 10 years old right now, Frank Gallagher.
WAITRESS: Ahem.
[piano music]
FRANK GALLAGHER: How would that be?
We're stoppin' off.
You know, this is me.
I had a lovely [inaudible] Frank.
Yeah, yeah, me too, yeah.
See ya.
Can I see ya again?
Well, I've got three days of auctions this week
so I'll be on the same bus.
No, no, I mean can I see ya again?
You know, just spend time with you, please.
The cafe tomorrow, 1 o'clock.
Great, OK, see ya.
See ya.
[piano music]
[bus engine revving]
FRANK GALLAGHER (VOICEOVER): I imagined
her going home to her husband Peter and telling him
she met a nice bloke on the bus, bought him a brew,
and flashed her nipples at him deliberately, or otherwise.
And then, suddenly, I knew she wouldn't.
I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she wouldn't.
And at that moment, I got a tingling in me
testicles that I hadn't felt since I was a teenager.
[piano music]
Benny?
This ain't exactly inconspicuous in the gent's toilets.
Benny?
Is this what it's come to?
Hangin' around a piss-soaked man's rooms
consortin' with the likes of Benny [inaudible]??
None of your business.
Where is he?
He's not comin'.
I'm here in his stead.
I bought up your debt, which I suppose
does make it my business.
My arrangement's with Benny.
He considers you a bad risk.
So I took it over.
Pay it 30 pence and a pound for the 5 and 1/2 grand
you owe, which by the way is 6 as of tonight.
I haven't got it.
Then don't gamble.
It's a vice.
There are other ways to clear a debt.
Don't touch me.
Don't flatter yourself little girl.
I prefer a little more meat on my bones.
Information, however, does have a certain value.
No, no I can't get involved with you.
Pay up.
[ominous music]
Frank, love?
Hm?
Is everything all right?
Yeah, couldn't be better.
Only you seem a bit keen.
Well, you know, I got to commit to the course,
haven't you?
Otherwise they're gonna cut your dole.
Fascist's.
You won't forget, will ya?
Yeah, scam, hospital, 5 o'clock.
Any thoughts on names?
Rosie, you know, if it's a girl.
[soft music]
Yeah, l like it. MIss ya.
[soft music]
Is everythin' all right?
I can't eat any of this stuff.
I don't do dairy.
And I've got an allergy to gluten.
Didn't seem to bother you yesterday.
You've got a lot of anger, Debbie.
I'm gonna pray for you.
Your parents must have paid a fortune for this.
Shouldn't you be going to museums and galleries?
I can look all that stuff up on the net.
And besides, it's not about the money,
at least for me it's not.
DEBBIE: What are you eating?
Custard booty.
It's Barney's favorite.
Don't want breakfast.
What have you done to your jeans?
They're brand new.
They were square.
Mornin'.
Hey Shane.
Shane's going to show me where the Beatles grew up.
In Manchester.
Yes, in Manchester.
[guitar twanging]
All right, Debs, how's it goin'?
Ah, what are you doin'?
Couldn't get a bed, could I?
Was that Shane goin' off with Brandy?
Shit.
Don't know what they see in her.
She's a Christian bitch from hell.
Well, it's amazin' how far a tiny waist and long
legs will get you in life.
[soft music]
Sorry I'm late.
I was waitin' on an item.
The bloody auctioneer held it till last.
Oh, that's all right, just as long as you got here, you know.
Organic shampoo, soy milk, goat cheese, tooth whitener.
Debbie, don't let'em take the pace.
I have to make sure they feel at home,
otherwise, no recommendation.
No recommendation means I don't cash this time
and I don't repeat visitors next.
Have you got a douche?
What the fuck's that?
LILLIAN: It's a bottle with a flexible lid
for washing out down below like a mouthwash for your fanny.
Where did you come from?
Crept in.
I'm keepin' a low profile.
Lillian.
Lillian, we saw you.
I've got to get some shoppin' in.
Yeah, I'm sure you've ordered deliverin'
in the circumstances.
You have to take this seriously, just
till your court appearance.
Um, might be a problem.
First time I've ever won anything.
You might as well have drawn a target on your forehead.
Maybe he doesn't read the paper.
[ominous music]
Till she went back to him, yeah, more fool her.
Di-- She asked.
Let me get this straight.
Your dad has eight kids with two different women,
though, only seven of them are actually his.
Your mom is bisexual but pregnant.
And you have one brother with a bastard daughter
not to mention the rest.
How did you expect to keep this a secret from the Church?
Oh, don't look so shocked.
If I weighed 300 pounds and had acne,
you wouldn't have told me that stuff.
Debbie, I think you can wave goodbye to that recommendation.
[guitar twanging]
I never plan for the future.
Doesn't seem any point, you know, the way that life sneaks
up from behind and mugs ya.
I feel different now.
You know, it's ha-- hard to explain it.
Sh.
Somethin's happenin', Frank.
I think it's already happened.
There was no turning back.
I'm fallin' in love deeper and harder
than I ever thought possible.
[knocking]
DEBBIE: Can we talk?
Jesus threw the money lenders out of the temple, Debbie.
He doesn't take kindly to people cashing
in on His Father's name.
I made a mistake.
I'm sorry.
Sorry that you did it or because you got caught?
It was wrong to you and Barney and to God.
Would you give me a chance to redeem myself,
to win forgiveness?
What would Jesus do, Brandy?
[music playing]
Rachmaninoff.
Oh, bless you.
[piano music]
My daughter, Alice.
A dear, really, 24 now, a lawyer in London.
Well, you did a good job.
And you're about to become a dad all over again?
Mm.
How long's she got?
Ah, six months in so it's not long.
Don't bother you bein' here with me?
Well, you think it would, should.
Oh God, no, nothin' has ever felt more right than this.
It was more than a humor, more than a magnificent bosom, more
than the suspenders she wore beneath the dispensable veil
of her skirt.
It was clarity, a brilliant sense of what could be.
I aspired to Rosie.
I hoped for Rosie.
I dreamed of us.
Yeah, I do understand.
There ain't much point havin' a car if you can't drive it.
But Frank is not available,
I don't want to learn with a stranger.
I could arrange for someone with a professional driving
background.
But it would be a bit more expensive, mind.
Mm.
Up front of course.
Yeah.
What?
Get to the side of the road.
Jeez, not-- just-- just look at the side of the road.
Not-- jeez, like, slow down.
Just slow down.
[moaning and sighing]
I think that's the first time I've fucked sober in 20 years.
It's the first time I've fucked
romantic since I were a girl.
[chiming music]
Oh, I love you, Rosie Buchan.
[chiming music]
I love you, Frank Gallagher.
[chiming music]
You don't know what I'm like.
I've made a lot of mistakes.
So, we all have.
All that matters is now.
[flute music]
FRANK GALLAGHER (VOICEOVER): An now was good.
It was the fucking best.
A whole future was opening up in front of me,
freedom, lightness, happiness.
There was the small matter of my eight existing children
and my heavily pregnant wife.
But apart from all that, everything seemed so simple.
Bless us, oh, Lord, for these thy gifts
that we are about to rece--
Carl, wait.
We're saying grace.
And these thy gifts, which we are
about to receive from Thy bounty, through Jesus
Christ our Lord.
Amen.
I feel a bit nauseous, morning sickness.
Mm.
DEBBIE: Liam, manners.
May I be excused from the table?
Of course.
She's gone mental.
Who?
Debbie.
She's went all God squad.
No she hasn't.
She's tryin' to keep Brandy sweet.
Don't think so.
Says she's takin' me for confession later on.
I'm only 8.
What have I got to confess?
It's all a load of crap anyway.
Brandy's lying through her teeth.
- What do you mean? - I read her diary.
She's been ground for six months at home.
Because she keeps sneaking off with boys to go
drinking and taking Ecstasy.
And she has sex with boys all the time in cars.
She just pretendin' to be holy.
[guitar twanging]
Vincent [inaudible].
It's all there.
So that's us even now, right?
Boys.
Meet Vinnie the Chin.
Well, how did you--
We've known about Vinnie for quite some time.
Been with us since last week, in fact.
So why did you want me to get information?
I understand you're sittin' your Sergeant's exam
in the near future.
Sure fire fast track to see CID for a girl of your age.
It would be very useful for me to have a friend inside CID
just till you work off your debt, of course.
No, my debt is cleared.
What makes you think that a name we already had
is valued at 6 and 1/2 grand. - Six--
PADDY: Now don't you worry yourself
about silly little things like money.
Just focus your energies on passing that exam.
And I'll look after ya.
Sergeant's not just for Christmas, you know.
Off you pop.
[flute music]
[singing on headphones] With every passing glance
we may never meet again.
[ominous music]
[door clicking]
[music playing]
[bottles rattling]
[music playing]
Oh, sorry, I'm late.
I had a couple of pints with the blokes after course.
Since when did you have a couple of pints?
You're sober?
Yeah, well, you're always on the clock, aren't ya,
you know, networkin'.
On a restart course.
It's a boy, by the way.
Oh fuck.
Boy, really?
Or a girl.
I didn't have the scan.
I waited outside the hospital for you for 50 minutes.
When you didn't come, I went inside
and they'd canceled the appointment.
[sobbing]
I'm sorry, I--
I just got caught up.
I could have taken Norma.
She's volunteered to be me birth partner hundreds of times.
But I really did think you were interested.
I am.
Look, we'll reschedule.
No.
They haven't got another slot till I'm 7 and 1/2 months gone.
And they won't do it then.
[sobbing]
FRANK GALLAGHER (VOICEOVER): Dear Monica, dear, spoiled,
open the door for Monica.
You're the only one in the world who could understand.
As it is, you're the only one in the world I can never tell.
I know I'm hurtin' ya.
And I'm sorry, but I've got no choice.
[sobbing]
[sirens]
Jesus.
LILLIAN: We had the police around you know.
That nice young one.
No stay on the road. Stay on the road.
Look.
Look where you're going then.
Try that, no, that's enough.
No, stop, stop, stop the car.
[loud thud]
Oh.
LILLIAN: Are you all right, love?
Fuck it.
LILLIAN: Have we finished?
Oh, jee-- oh, yes, Lillian.
Oh, we are finished permanently.
Fine, I'll teach meself.
[car revving]
[guitar twanging music]
She's comin'.
CARL: That's settled then.
Well, then, about 4:00.
What's happening at 4:00?
We're going to the Christian youth group.
Every week in the estate.
We talk about the Bible and do activities,
Christian activities.
Come if you want.
Suit yourself.
FRANK GALLAGHER: Right?
ROSIE: Have you ever been?
The palace, no no.
It sure I wIll, though, one day.
Have you?
NORMA: Frank?
Hi Norma.
What you doin'--
- I'm Norma. - Sorry, yeah, Norma.
NORMA: I'm a friend of the family.
Rosie.
So what you doin' here then?
Oh, I was just at the hospital gettin' me nose sorted.
So how's the course goin', Frank?
Oh, great, yeah, yeah.
It's just private reading now, you know.
Don't need to explain to me. You know, I--
Yeah, no I'm just-- NORMA: I'm not your keeper.
Yeah, no, I'm just-- you know it's--
It's very nice to me you.
Right, yeah, catch ya later, Norma.
[piano music]
FRANK GALLAGHER (VOICEOVER): It was the beginning of the end.
Begin.
[ominous music]
Been stickin' your nose in where it doesn't belong again?
Frank in late again last night?
Uh-huh.
You're all right about it?
Of course I am.
Well, you're not even curious--
No, Norma, I am not curious, not even a little bit.
And I would really prefer it if you weren't curious either.
[children's voices calling]
Fair enough.
I love you.
You love me.
The rest is just, you know, stuff.
I won't let this interfere.
We can't pretend the real world isn't there.
Well, who gets to decide what's real and what isn't?
I want this to be real.
You know, Norma, can take Monica back.
Peter is a grown lad, he'll look after himself.
No, he can't.
Yes, he can.
We've got our whole life.
Frank, Peter has pre-senile dementia.
What?
He's in a nursing home, temporary until--
I can't leave him.
I Would never leave him.
He needs me.
I need you.
It doesn't mean it's over between us.
We can carry on as we've been doing.
Oh, wh-- what, sneakin' around, hidin' on buses,
drinking bad tea.
It's better than nothin'.
Well I don't think it is, Rosie.
I can.
All me fucking life just scraps from the table.
Not now.
Not the distance that we've come.
Don't you understand?
I am not the same man that I was a few days ago.
What are you sayin'?
I'm-- I'm sayin' that it's all or nothin'.
I can't.
So, ah, what do I do then?
Nothin'.
Oh,
ROSIE: I didn't want to say.
But we've got this chance of a--
a place in a nursin' home down on the South Coast.
Oh, ho, ho fuck, no.
Well, that's where Peter's from.
It's-- it's familiar to him.
I think we should take it.
Let me travel back on the bus with you tonight, on last time.
FRANK GALLAGHER (VOICEOVER): So that was it.
The love of my life scuppered by a bloke who doesn't
know if it's Tuesday or Norway.
And all through that final shag, I kept thinkin' don't cum,
don't cum.
Make it last.
I'm no good without ya.
[inaudible]
[flute music]
The garden brown.
Oh, God [inaudible] shaggin' [inaudible]
Ah, ah, ah, ah, of fuck, oh, oh.
[flute music]
FRANK GALLAGHER (VOICEOVER): Fucking hair trigger.
And that it, the end.
Anything else would have been a slow death.
[flute music]
We're not supposed to drink alcohol.
Jesus did, didn't He?
Turned water into wine and stuff.
Anyhow, Thessalonians 5:21 says, test all things
and hold firmly that which is good.
[video game noises]
[music playing]
Take it off.
Woo.
I failed the exam.
The idear of being in your pocket for the rest of my days
seemed to damp my ambition.
I'm very disappointed but maybe not as much
as you should be.
Interest rates these days can be crippling.
[ominous music]
BRANDY: Oh, give it to me.
Oh.
Oh yeah.
SHANE: I'm going to cum.
[knocking]
One minute.
I'm cummin'.
What's going on?
SHANE: Woo, yeah.
It's not funny.
This is my room.
Hi Debs.
[music playing]
Carl, you are such a creep.
All the holy stuff's sacked.
If she gets a good report from here,
her parents won't force her to stay at home.
They want her to go to a local college.
She wants to move away.
Liam said somethin' about party school.
[music playing]
I won't tell if you don't.
Call it evens, yeah?
[music playing]
FRANK GALLAGHER (VOICEOVER): We barely spoke on the bus,
just wanted to hold on to every last moment.
Frank, you know what's really special about you?
MIMI: Fuck me.
Now I know I'm slummin' it.
Hi Mimi.
Who's your friend?
Rosie, Mimi.
Hiya.
Sounds What's that town like?
Got fucking clumped in Deansgate.
Cheek of it.
Was only in the salon half an hour.
Lost me purse.
Had to borrow the fucking bus fare.
Who was it said, if you travel on public transport
after the age of 30, your life's been a failure.
And I'll tell ya both, have you seen the price of gettin'
your legs waxed these days?
Unbelievable.
Failed?
You were a dead cert.
What happened?
Look, it was harder than I thought, all right?
Can we just leave it?
DISPATCHER (ON RADIO): All units, attention
requested to Briston Grove.
IC1, male reported acting suspicious.
Shit, that's near Lillian's.
[sirens]
MIMI: And you can take your skin buffers,
your face tonics, and exfoliaters
and stick them up your ass.
My Paddy can get me that box shit, 69 quids a bottle.
Must think I was born yesterday.
Come on, Frank, this is us.
[flute music]
Nice to meet ya.
Not much of a conversationalist is she, your mate.
[flute music]
Jesus, Frank.
Did you take a bath in Old Spice?
Whatever happened to the days when public transport
smelled of piss and tobacco?
God Almighty.
[flute music]
FRANK GALLAGHER (VOICEOVER): And that
was the last time I saw her, into this sunset
and out of my life.
My heart sank like a condemned man through the hangman's trap
door.
Come on, Barney.
All this for a week in a caravan in Filleigh.
You're mental, Debbie.
Away.
All right, in for that.
[ominous music]
Oh, agh.
What are you doin'?
Agh.
[tires squealing]
[loud thump]
[sirens]
FRANK GALLAGHER: What were the chances of that?
TOM: Lillian, you're all right.
[interposing voices]
FRANK GALLAGHER (VOICEOVER): I thought I
was too old to get blindsided.
But I suppose that's the ugly beauty
of the Divine sense of humor.
All our if's and but's and maybe's.
You know, the sun still rises.
Politicians still lie.
City continued to break my heart.
I'm just one man.
What the fuck do I matter?
Frank?
What?
[piano music]
Whatever dream you had weren't a very happy one, were it?
[dogs barking]
No.
You've been a long, long way away.
Thanks for coming back to us.
But Just a heads up, if you ever consider anything
like that ever again, I personally
will neuter you like the mangy tom that you are.
[guitar music]
FRANK GALLAGHER (VOICEOVER): And just like that,
me and Rosie and the tale of our brief encounter was history.
[music playing]
[heavy metal music]
MONICA: Liam?
[piano music]
[chime]