[theme music]
Tickets this way for the Chatsworth Express!
Come and watch pikeys making a mess of the lives
they were given by him upstairs and kids they're convinced
aren't actually theirs.
What sounds on Earth could ever replace kids needing
money or wives in your face?
'Cause this, people reckon, and me included,
is why pubs and drugs were kindly
invented, to calm us all down and stop us going mental.
These are Chatsworth Estate's basic essential.
We are worth every penny for grinding your axes.
You shit on our heads, but you pay the taxes.
Imagine a Britain without Chatsworth buccaneers
who's come on your face for the price of a beer.
Make poverty history.
Cheaper drugs now.
Make poverty history.
Cheaper drugs now.
Little scour.
Party!
Is this the gaff?
I thought you said she'd moved.
She did.
[screaming]
WOMAN: I think it's time now, Patrick.
[screaming] My daughter, Patrick.
Rachel.
Call course, she looked different towards the end,
once the heroin had got hold of her.
You gave it to me.
PATRICK: No.
[car alarm] [key click]
PATRICK (VOICEOVER): My mommy would tell us
terrifying tales of witches and ogres who'd gobble up children.
I'd have nightmares, scream the place down.
Morning.
Just up?
Didn't sleep too good.
Go find your toy, sweetheart.
PATRICK (VOICEOVER): Before you know it,
you're a parent yourself.
The joys are beyond expectation, but the fear
paralyzes beyond words.
Not saying hello?
[grunts]
Turkish wrestling.
Big, hairy blokes in leather shorts covering themselves
in oil, rolling around, trying to get their hands down
each other's pants.
PATRICK (VOICEOVER): So you tell your babies
those same terrifying fairy tales
that kept you awake to prepare them for just
how hardcore this world can be.
Because monsters do exist.
Jesus Christ. What are you doing?
Jamie's right downstairs.
I just want to talk.
Where's Mandy?
MAN: Going to her folks', tell them
about the engagement party.
Tomorrow night, if you and Dad can make it.
I know it's short notice, so--
[sobbing]
We couldn't really move on from his affair.
Affair?
Who's taped over me Turkish wrestling?
How many affairs have you heard
of where a person kidnaps another
and turns him into a smackhead?
I'll kill ya!
MANDY: This wasn't some great romance, Mom.
PATRICK (VOICEOVER): Then comes the day when strangers
don't scare them anymore.
That's when your nightmares return.
MAN: I don't want to hurt her again.
She's a good person.
She's the kind of girl you love and want
to spend the rest of your life with.
Whereas you, however, are a dirty slag who shagged
your best mate's fella, because that's all
you're good for, with your tight tops and your short skirts.
How far gone?
Fuck off and die.
You don't whose it is do you?
Oh now you really belong to me.
Jamie!
MAN: I never really thought I wanted to.
But do you now?
Want one, I mean?
You can't control these things.
If it comes, it comes.
If it doesn't, well, that's fine too.
I'll try
It's not about trying.
It's about nature, biology.
Come on, Debs, I got to go to the post office.
DEBBIE: Well, take her with you.
The post office, don't be daft.
She hasn't had all her jabs yet.
Has she?
Liam, school.
Oh, Fiona.
Exactly.
DEBBIE: See you, Frank.
Oh, you can't leave me in charge of a baby.
Oh, get off!
Don't even waste your breath, Frank.
FRANK: I think she shat herself.
What are you doing?
You can't shirk your responsibility,
Yvonne, for fuck's sake.
I only agreed to foster Liam and Stella so you could
keep your family together.
Oi, get back.
I'm not a fucking nanny, Frank.
I've got a shop to run!
Language, Yvonne.
FIONA: I don't believe it.
He can't have had that job in the funeral
parlour for more than an hour.
The male of the species flatters the female
with acts of ever more outlandish buffoonery
in a vain attempt to get his appendage gobbled by one,
or preferably two, handbags.
But wait.
A rival gamma male approaches boasting a larger appendage
or a smaller plate in his head.
[car horn plays godfather theme]
Morning.
Women.
What's all that about?
Women have a different selection process, Carl.
You know, they want transport, money.
No, they want mobility, a change of scenery.
No they don't all want to hang around the Chatsworth
and go to the Jockey.
Where you two off?
Jockey.
Yoga
[chip bag rustles]
[crunching]
[bell rings]
[vacuum]
Fuck's sake, Lillian.
Do you have to?
Lice.
[wolf whistle]
[interposing voices]
What have I told you about first doors?
No punters until yoga's done.
Stress free mommies equal stress free babies.
You, you prick, crunchin crisps all the way through.
Fucking gnaws me chakra right up!
Fucking Buddhists.
Forever starting shit on the news.
Mark.
How was last night?
$120 in tips.
What, for one night's work?
Where's this?
Got any jobs going?
Spit rose bar and grill behind Selfridges.
VIPs, valet parking, got footballers tipping him.
I've got him all to myself today.
So don't be offended if we slip out--
Ah, babe, I'm feeling a bit shagged.
And I wouldn't mind just rolling a fat one--
Fucking students.
I'm back in at 9.
Anyway, what are you doing that's so important?
We're getting the money back for this suit
then buying myself a new motor.
Probably score more birds.
Are you even aware that you're turning into some sort
of Benny Hill character?
Go on.
That's me.
When did you set your sights so low, Carl?
What, 'cause I like shagging?
Liking shagging ain't something
I've got a problem with.
Finding reasons to maintain a friendship with someone
who acts more and more like a walking ball bag
increasingly is.
So you get yourself a car and fuck off.
Mandy.
Can I give you a lift?
Joe's picking us up in a minute.
Just to the kerb's fine.
Moving in, then, huh?
Yeah.
Heard you were working for him too now.
That right?
Businesswoman, is it?
Yeah, right.
Just renting out flats to DSS.
Didn't mean to seem weird before.
I think she's missing you pretty badly.
Where on earth did you find this?
MANDY: I've had it years.
It was your granny's.
Kept her stuff in it.
I like it.
Smells of her.
[sniff]
How are you doing?
Can't complain.
Busy.
Got to get out.
Crack some heads.
There's a few debts I've neglected
to take care of recently.
Coming tomorrow night?
We're having an engagement party.
Your mom
Your mom coming?
Bye, sweetie.
Nearly there.
Just a couple more boxes.
All right, Paddy?
Flippin' heck.
We're going to need a gaff for all this stuff, eh?
Right.
I better get on with it.
See you tomorrow then.
Tomorrow.
[music playing]
You--
We have some unfinished business.
[groaning]
Oh, Paddy!
Paddy!
Fuck!
You got any naloxone?
No.
I got rid, in case the feds raid--
It's fucking legal, you stupid bastard!
No, but they can sue you for injecting
someone against their consent.
You're a fucking idiot!
She's still breathing.
Call an ambulance.
I got no battery.
[grunting]
[music playing]
Ah!
Keep going! Ah!
Keep pulling!
Micky!
Hey, what's her name?
I don't know.
We found her in the street. - OK.
And what's she had? - Uh-- heroin.
OK.
Naloxone, two milligrams.
[coughing]
OK.
Just keep her talking.
Get me an IV access.
[vomiting]
NURSE: You're OK. It's OK.
DOCTOR: Give me IV access.
Keep her monitored, and give her oxygen, OK?
[baby crying]
Oh, fuck!
Uh-- Post Office Police.
Coming through, excuse me. Excuse me.
Post Office Bobby.
- Are we all right? - Yeah.
Just do as I say.
All right.
Hi, you, Frank.
Can you lend us a smoke?
Jackie. Fucking hell.
Are you pregnant again? POST OFFICE EMPLOYEE: Next!
Yeah.
Getting engaged now, when I turn 14.
Well, congratulations.
Kids is just what we need around here.
What's this?
Where's the rest? Fuck off.
Child benefit-- 18.10 pounds times two kids worth.
Check it again.
Right.
If you think I'm fucking about here the whole day,
filling in a new claims form, think a-fucking-gain.
Gallagher, Vernon Francis.
Child benefit.
Restart.
Now!
Stop!
This is housing benefit.
Housing benefit!
If it's about a child benefit claim,
you're in the wrong department.
[music playing]
Excuse me, love.
I want to report a violation of the Human Rights Act.
Hang on, man.
[grunting]
I thought-- I thought he was Mick Hucknall.
I've got this phobia about him.
You know, he's-- he's fucking worse than clowns.
Oh, it's not gingers, per se.
You know, I'm cool with that.
Well, some of my best mates-- well,
not best mates, but, you know-- it's just that curly
haired, ginger ponce.
He just gives me the creeps.
It's an involuntary medical condition.
Even the mention of his name just gives me the willies.
[grunting]
He just crept up on us!
I know it's not him.
He looks so like him!
Doesn't he?
Just something gets me started.
Have you got a car for sale? Yeah.
Well, what's the address?
Because I'm coming down now.
Anchor Way. Right.
Well, I'm Anchor Way right now.
Where the fuck is CK Autos?
All right, Carlos?
CARL GALLAGHER: It's a bit fucking
different to the photo, Ches.
CHESNEY KARIB: It's an old photo, that.
It's not just an old photo.
It's a different fucking reg and everything.
I sell loads of these, low profile.
You'll never get a pull from the dibble in one of these.
It's a classic.
The ladies love a classic.
[cars honking]
[car steaming]
CARL GALLAGHER: A bit to the left, a bit to left.
Yeah.
Bollocks! A fucking score down the drain.
Buy low, sell high.
Basic business, Carlos.
Bags in the boot.
You scratch it, I sue.
Comprende?
[music playing]
I don't need to tell you to keep your mouth shut
about this, do I?
So what was it?
Bad smack?
Well, is there another kind?
No.
I mean, if there's contaminated drugs out there,
then people should know, right?
Yeah.
Too strong for her.
Second time she's been in this month.
I mean, I can see if we've got a bed for her tonight, but--
Well, what about her family?
Her mom?
[music playing]
[door opening]
[door closing]
[change dropping]
[match lighting]
[music playing]
I'm not going to get anymore of them.
I'll shift these back to the flat.
Hi, Karen.
See you, babe.
See you!
Fuck, I'm late.
I've got to get over to Longsight.
Can't you just slack it off?
I need to talk to you.
This is the first proper job I've ever had.
I'm starting to feel like a normal member of society.
[music playing]
Sorry, I'm late, sister.
Oh, OK.
[music booming from car]
Hey!
You'll never guess what just happened.
What?
No, no.
I can't tell you.
Sweet fit!
What?
I've been training and that.
Whose is that Eco disaster outside.
Mine.
Something like this?
Exactly like this.
The man's a Photoshop genius.
What are you up to?
Can't tell you.
[music playing]
Liam?
Oh, it has come to this-- that a decent,
hard working man of this once great nation should be deprived
of a parent's basic staple--
their child benefit!
Well, if it comes to the choice of starving
by the road sides or martyrdom, give me immortality!
Change, we need!
I need change!
Oh, get out!
I need change!
And See?
What did I tell you?
It's a recognized medical condition.
What's this about child benefits?
One of the few benefits of having them and now they've
stopped it!
Well, what do you expect?
Liam and Stella are officially wards of court in foster care.
What?
So little Liam's supposed to get a job in a call center
to pay for his Turkey Twizzlers, is he?
No.
His foster parents are expected to pay for them
out of their allowance.
Foster care allowance.
Have you not got anymore tin pates, then?
No.
I don't think we sell it.
271.68 pounds week for Stella.
It's like tripe and robbit in jelly pate,
you know, for going on toast.
288.68 pounds for Liam.
Where's my fucking end?
Did it have a picture of a cat on the tin?
That's it!
You wouldn't even have any kids to foster,
if it wasn't for me.
Me fucking child benefits been--
Is it called Pussy Munch?
That's it.
That's the one!
CHESNEY KARIB: Bottom shelf, center, next to the dog
biscuits, Lillian.
That money is to pay for their upkeep.
That money stopped my child benefit.
Tough shit.
I've had her all day, anyway.
Oh! Whoa!
Whoa!
The government themselves have decided to retire
me from the parenting game.
She's your legal responsibility now, Yvonne?
You can't go abandoning children, can you?
Frowned upon in fostering circles, isn't it?
Right.
I'll give Debbie 40 pound a week.
That will cover the child benefit.
You have Stella nine while six daytimes,
I'll give you 2 pound an hour.
- 2.50. - 2 pound.
[phone ringing]
2.40.
2 pound.
2.30.
I'll tell you what-- how does 1.90 sound?
- 2.20. - 1.80.
All right.
No, no, no, no! 2 pound.
Fair dues.
1.70.
Oh, fuck's sake! Deal!
[baby cooing]
One man can make a difference.
You've get an email account, Yvonne.
(READING) We would be most delighted to put
your two exciting, new signings on tonight's guest list.
Best wishes for the forthcoming season.
Marco.
[music playing]
[screaming]
[moaning]
[dance music playing]
Oh, oh, oh!
How's this for low profile?
[photos snapping]
Good evening, good sir.
[dance music playing]
What the fuck are you doing here?
The same as any other self-respecting, young,
free, single, elite footballer.
Here to claim free bottle of champers.
So what other celebrities you got in here tonight?
You're not a celeb.
I think the guest list will beg to differ man.
Except that fucking idiot's told him we're Danish.
Watch out.
There's girls in here, hooked to the tabloids,
looking for dumb, young footballers
to fill full of coke, fuck senseless,
and expose in the papers.
Yeah.
Well, if any of them come asking, I'll be over there.
[crying]
If you're wait for me to beg for my life,
I swear to you, I won't.
[whimpering]
[music playing]
[sniffling]
I'm-- I'm here to tell you I'm sorry.
I am so sorry.
[dance music playing]
Ladies and gentlemen, could I just have
your attention for a moment?
We have a very special guest with us here tonight.
All the way from the Ukraine, pop sensation, Duma Paluma.
[cheering]
[applauding]
(WITH UKRAINIAN ACCENT) he is!
As I am sure you all know, this is
Danish international footballer.
Carlos Larson.
[cheering]
He is very surprised for me to be here,
as we have been together for four years tonight!
[applauding]
[cheering]
You know, when I first saw him, he was playing in the final
against Azerbaijan.
And in the very last minutes, he took the ball
from his own goalposts, down the wing, shaking off defenders,
and scored the winning goal.
[cheering]
The crowd picked you up and carried you on their shoulders,
chanting, Carlos!
Carlos!
And then you started to cry.
[laughing]
Like a little girl.
And then you pissed your pants.
[laughing]
And you were standing in front of all of those people,
sobbing like a little girl with piss pants.
I said then, that is a passionate man.
One day, I would dance with that man.
Happy birthday to you.
[cheering]
(SINGING IN UNISON) Happy birthday to you,
happy birthday to you, happy birthday, Carlos
Larson, happy birthday to you!
[cheering]
[applauding]
[dance music playing]
Na zdorovje.
Fuck me, why are you doing this?
The famous football, Carlos Larson?
Happy birthday, Manchester football boy!
Oh!
Ladies and gentlemen, can I get you any more drinks?
- Vodka! - Vodka.
Where are you from in Denmark?
It's (WITH ACCENT) It's a little town, just outside of, uh--
Stockholm.
You probably won't know it.
I thought Stockholm was in Sweden.
Well, yes, it is a few miles from Sweden.
Isn't it like here?
Yes.
And you're from Ukraine?
Oh, you know it?
No.
Then why the fuck you asking?
[sniffing]
[dance music playing]
You don't have much of an accent.
Well, no.
I've traveled around a lot, you know?
Those girls-- they are friends of yours?
What?
Them?
No, I've only just met them.
I don't even know their names.
Good.
They remind me of wam-pires.
Oh, is it-- is it v or w in English?
Vampires!
No, it's wam-pires.
You're right.
[dance music playing]
Bastard!
[photo flashing]
They're both mental.
As for Mandy-- well, she's got herself a decent job.
She's running properties with her new fiance.
They've got an engagement party tomorrow night at The Jockey.
It's the pub that--
[light pulsing]
Jimmy, my eldest, runs.
Nice.
I thought about you a lot.
They call that Stockholm syndrome.
And about Rachel.
She was a good girl.
Beautiful.
She didn't hang out with the wrong sort.
Ballet lessons, gymnastics, horse riding,
better schools, extra tutoring.
Never a minute spare.
It was all thrown away to die on the floor of a squat.
A squat.
Kids.
Give them the opportunities you never had.
Everything I never had.
Not like me.
I was pregnant and on my own at 19.
Yeah?
Mm hm.
Where is Mr. Maureen?
Oh, he's long gone.
Yeah.
You try keeping a man in your life with all that going on.
They don't stay long.
None of them.
We didn't really see eye to eye when
it came to keeping drug dealers tied up in the spare bedroom.
Stop!
Oh, sorry.
He wasn't, um-- he wasn't Rachel's dad or anything.
Didn't really know her.
Sooner or later, everybody runs away from me.
Did Rachel run away?
MAUREEN: Yeah.
Why do you think she did that?
I don't know.
It must have hurt.
You pick up the pieces.
You ever see her again?
Um-- there was just the one time she came--
she came and called at the house.
Yeah.
But--
You didn't see her?
Uh-- No.
No, not quite.
I did, um--
Yeah.
I did.
I opened the door, but--
[music playing]
Did you shut that door on her, Maureen?
What?
Did she come to you for help?
She needed to learn that there were boundaries,
that she couldn't just come swirling back into my life
with all that chaos.
I had move on!
I needed to show her I was serious!
[crying]
I didn't think that she'd--
All this time, you've been looking for someone to blame.
If I knew who was responsible for the death of my child,
I'd personally deliver them to the gates of hell.
[music playing]
[dance music playing]
Gin!
[laughing]
Fucking bloke threw the tabloids!
Cheers for the fucking video, mate!
But there doesn't appear to be any players--
roll your dices-- called Chesney!
[laughing]
But feel free to send out the videos you may
have of you sucking off nobody!
[laughing]
[cheering]
Do you fancy going upstairs, then?
What's up with you?
You.
But why are you being all moody now?
I thought we got on. Thought we had a buzz.
It was a laugh--
being different people.
But now you default to being the same reject
from a "Carry On" film.
Do you want to hear a theory?
Carl-- not as thick as he looks.
It's a wild theory.
And if it's true, the universe might just implode.
What if it's all a ploy to make you jealous?
Oh?
Look, I might have been interested once, but now--
Because it did provoke a pretty extreme reaction.
He might not have anticipated you turning up at the club,
but since you did, you have to lay it on the table.
Any attempt at bluffing is meaningless.
Get the fuck out of here.
Come on, Mickey.
Yeah!
[baby crying]
The wonder of nature, Bunty.
They're joys to be around.
A gift.
It's a shame you never had any of your own.
You can't put a price on spending time with your kids.
BUT if you had to, how does 0.50 pence an hour sound?
[baby screaming]
The RSPCA might not be prepared to give you a second chance,
Bunty, but I will.
- Deal. - Great.
See you later.
[baby crying]
If I can give him a second chance,
you should be able to, all right?
You can't go through with this.
You've got a call this engagement off.
I'm trying to tell you something.
And I don't know how to tell you here.
Would this be the same thing you've
been saying since I met him.
No!
Although I do think he's a cunt and I wish
you'd never laid eyes on him.
Do you have any idea what it's like,
trying to move on, knowing that even everyone you know,
but-- everyone you care about thinks
you're a knob because of something
they know fuck off about?
Any fucking idea how insulting to my intelligence that is?
He fucked me!
I'm pregnant.
Karen, you need help.
I think you might need to see someone.
You're retreating into your own, little, fantasy world
to compensate for your problems.
Problems?
Losing the baby.
And I know you're not happy.
Joe has told me about what happened, when you--
you coming onto him at the football.
I'm not angry.
He's not angry.
What the fuck you're talking about?
Karen, it's not an admission of defeat to take some help.
Do you know what?
Just get the fuck away from me.
I was trying to help you.
Just do on.
[knocking]
Sorry.
Mandy, phone for you.
You're not going to believe this--
a woman's just called to say she's found a wallet with 300
quid in it, no ID, just a raffle ticket for a raffle
at The Jockey Pub, Chatsworth.
Says, would you be able to return it to the rightful owner
or should she take it to the police station?
- No. - I'm serious.
It could be someone's wages.
Wages? Wages!
That's a killer.
OK.
Attention, everyone!
It's probably not worth asking, but has
anyone lost a wallet with 300 quid
and a raffle ticket inside it?
[screaming]
300 quid and a raffle ticket!
Oh, bollocks! He's winding you up!
No, seriously!
No!
I was-- I was just sat there, thinking I'll just get myself
another pint, then I put my hands in my pocket,
and I thought, that's funny, where is my wallet?
- You've got it. - I haven't got it.
I'm just--
As if you'd buy a raffle ticket.
How dare you?
Nice, little engagement gift, that.
Just get back here with the dough, rapid.
Can't be dealing with this engagement
do and the family on my own.
- Thanks, mate. - Hey.
See you later.
[tapping on glass]
And so, in the time honored tradition of the fairy tale,
it begins once upon a time and ends happily ever after.
But just like old Lenny Crabstick sang in that song,
sometimes it ain't over till it's over.
Hello. I'm Mandy McGuire.
We spoke on the phone earlier about the wallet.
JAMIE MAGUIRE: And the winning ticket is number 76!
Yeah, baby!
[groaning]
Yeah!
How are you doing, sweetheart?
How are you?
You all right?
Mimi, that problem--
I want you to know, I fixed it.
Maureen-- that psycho bitch.
She was outside my house at 5 o'clock this morning,
threatening to kill yourself, screaming all over the state,
looking for you.
You haven't sorted anything, you've just made things worse.
Now you really have to sort it.
Joe's car's outside.
They're here!
Shh!
[door opening]
Surprise!
[cheering]
Oh, shit! She's not with me.
She won't be long!
[clock ticking]
I'm, um-- a friend of your father's.
Are you Maureen?
The one that kidnapped him.
I just think it's about time we put this whole thing
to bed, if you'll help me.
I'll just go and see if the kettle has boiled.
It's not fair that I took that call.
She could have told me about it.
300 quid?
No way I would have told any of you fuckers.
Why didn't she?
I don't know.
She specifically asked for Mandy Maguire.
But what-- oh, I should have just asked her,
do you know what I mean? What-- what is it regarding?
Oh, I could have--
[phone dialing]
[clock ticking]
[gas hissing]
Hello?
[gas hissing]
[phone ringing]
[coughing]
Mandy!
When you get this message, call your dad
as soon as possible, OK?
[music playing]
[coughing]
Get out the fucking way!
[coughing]
[grunting]
[groaning]
[banging on door]
Mandy!
[coughing]
Mandy, are you in there?
Dad!
Mandy!
[coughing]
No!
[house exploding]
[glass shattering]
[music playing]
And froggy said, what an adventure,
as he yawned a big yawn and snuggled up in his bed
to have lovely dreams.
He won't go into the woods by himself again now, will he?
And that's little froggy there, isn't it?
He's got his mirror and his backpack.
And do you know what that is?
That's a duck, isn't it?
Can you turn the page?
That's it.
You've got it.
Mom and dad are going to take the rest of the ashes
back to Ireland.
Scatter them in the Shannon.
That's nice, mate.
It's really thoughtful.
You know I'm here for you, if you need anything.
(SINGING) 'Tis the last rose of summer left blooming alone.
All her lovely companions are faded and gone.
No flower of her kindred, no rosebud
is nigh to reflect back her blushes--
(SINGING IN UNISON) Or to give sigh for sigh.
I'll not leave thee thou lone one, to pine on the stem.
Since the lovely are sleeping, go sleep now with them.
Thus kindly I scatter thy leaves o'er the bed,
where thy mates of thy garden lie scentless and dead.
[tapping]
Yahoo!
[irish rock music playing]
[cheering]
Fuck off.
FRANK GALLAGHER (VOICEOVER): November, 1989.
Don't fucking touch me.
FRANK GALLAGHER (VOICEOVER): The Stone Roses played Ally Pally.
Half of Manchester followed them down on coaches
put on from Piccadilly.
Me and Monica took the kids.
They were all there.
Fuck off!
FRANK GALLAGHER (VOICEOVER): In the right place,
at the right time, buzzing our tits off to the single most
important band since The Beatles,
when, after standing here, some wrong 'un down in the front
starts chanting, Manchester, la, la, la!
And Ian Brown just says to him, it
ain't where you're from, mate, it's where you're at, right?
That band could have changed the world.
It was theirs for the taking.
They had it all.
They were just like Georgie Best, 20 years earlier.
What could it be, never was.
And it broke our hearts.
Manchester-- the world's first industrial ghetto.
It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at.
And so 20 years on, this is where we're at.
Bon viveurs are us!
People down here make the most of the time they've been given
and they know that life is unfair and all too brief.
But yeah, all right-- some of them
might have had too many nipples and not enough teeth,
but when all is said and done, they're
smart enough to understand that one of the most
vital necessities in life and death, for that matter,
is they know how to throw a party!
Gallagher!
[theme music]
Yeah?
My name's Ms. Twill.
I'm a foster care assessor.
I have an appointment. - Yeah.
They don't live here anymore.
They're next door.
I have an interview with a Mr. Francis Gallagher.
He's registered his interest in becoming a foster parent.
[groaning]