[music playing]
[theme music]
[heckling] Tickets this way for the Chatsworth Express.
[yelling]
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.
(YELLING) Stay away!
What sounds on earth could ever replace--
Hey!
--kids needing money or wives in your face?
[barks]
Cuz this, people reckon, and me included,
is why pubs and drugs were kindly invented, to calm us
all down, stop us going mental.
These are Chatsworth Estate's basic essentials.
Whoa!
We are worth every penny for grinding your axes.
[gasps]
You shit on our heads, but you pay the taxes.
[laughs]
[laughter]
Imagine a Britain without Chatsworth buccaneers
who come on your face for the price of a beer.
Make poverty history, cheaper drugs now!
[laughs]
Scatter!
Party!
[theme music]
So Maxine then?
MICKY (VOICEOVER): See, here's the problem of society.
We've got too much choice.
[grunting]
Every decade that rolls past, we get more
and more lifestyle options.
[grunting]
And the one thing you can guarantee about people.
[ian groans]
Give them a choice, and they'll pick the wrong fucking one.
And then it's too late.
Can't rewind, can't go back.
You've made your choice, and you and everyone else
has gotta live with it.
ASAP.
(BITTERLY) Was happy to feed Stella, make
sure the bills are paid, stop dad
from choking on his own vomit--
It's not choke as much as a certified gaggle.
--but you've just blown the camel's back.
Camel?
Hey!
Biscuit.
It's just take, take, take with you, isn't it?
Should have got that tidy little thing
you hang around with to sew for you
instead of pissing Liam off.
That's her jobs, see?
Maxine?
We broke up, remember?
Oh, she gave you the sharp end of the elbow, did she?
No, I dumped her.
[scoffs]
No, seriously, I did.
It was me, all me.
She's out of your league, mate.
You're supposed to hold on to those ones.
Not choke 'em away.
We just didn't feel right.
Good in the sack?
Made you laugh?
Bit of a brain on her?
Cracking tits could stare at for hours?
Well, yeah.
So what the fuck didn't feel right?
Yeah, well, while you're ruminating on your failings
as a human being, two eggs sunny side up.
So you'll do it, then?
[sighs] I don't know.
It's weird.
Um, statement, not a question.
Cuz I've already told my mum and dad
that I'm bringing my boyfriend to their anniversary party.
- (MUMBLING) Oh, great. - Oh, and you're a doctor.
- What! - Congratulations.
But I'm not a doctor.
And even if I was, I'd be a gay doctor.
So that's even less use for you.
You're the only half decent man I know.
So show up, slap a smile on your face, and pretend you like me.
Why are you so bothered about impressing your parents,
anyway?
Because they think I'm a fuck-up.
And I am a fuck-up, but I don't want to provide
them with any more ammunition.
[sighs]
[tsks]
Tell you what.
That black goes there and you're on.
[door opens]
[laughs]
You all right, mate?
[clears throat]
Look, I don't want to sound like a tit,
but your angle's all wrong.
Go on, then.
That was actually pretty good.
Nothing.
What?
That doesn't count.
You said the black had to go in.
You didn't say who by.
Wear something straight.
Got any Tom Bakers?
What?
Scarves, you know, like Tom Baker wore.
Ladies Wear, third floor.
Hey?
It's the lowest form of wit, love.
Never mind.
Gonna look like a real twat if I turn up without one.
Bournemouth, three days, Doctor Who Convention.
There's going to be a real live Cyberman there.
And I fucking love Cyberme--
$4.50.
I hear Karen Maguire's coming out of prison today.
- You sure? - Yeah.
It was hospital, Lillian, and not prison.
No, Mimi definitely said prison.
Ta.
See ya.
Yup, live long and prosper.
[somber music]
You OK?
Stayed in worst places.
It's all right, you--
you can give me a hug.
I'm not going to break.
[somber music]
[door shut]
Pretty quiet in here, isn't it?
People aren't willing to slap down cash for a quickie
anymore.
Everyone just stays home and wanks.
I thought when Lillian left me in charge,
it'd be a chance to do things my way.
But you can't have a knocking shop if nobody's knocking.
[knocking]
Mmm.
Umm--
Piss off, son.
Come back when you're older. - Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Don't you fucking move.
How old are ya?
16.
You got an ID?
Technically, he's legal.
Yeah, but if he gets his rocks off in here, then
every bloody kid for miles is going
to be coming through that door.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Park your ass.
[door shuts]
She's young, I said.
They make mistakes.
That's what youth is all about.
She'll learn.
The main thing, she did her time like a good girl.
Makes me feel proud.
She's not half like me.
[clanging]
I wasn't in jail.
Let's not talk about this now, eh, Karen?
I was in hospital, a psychiatric hospital.
Insanity play, works a charm.
I've been diagnosed with being bipolar.
It's an affective disorder in which the individual
alternates between states of deep depression
and extreme elation.
And it is nothing to be ashamed of despite what
some people might think.
You ruin the good name of this family.
Have you actually looked at the family recently?
Because if you really think the Maguires have got a good name,
maybe it's you that needs to stay in the nut house.
[sizzling]
Cereal for dinner?
Yeah.
Anytime of the day.
Not breaking laws.
Going out?
Yeah, Maxine's folks are having a party.
Oh, well, a better warning would have been nice.
I've not even had a shower or anything.
- It's a private party. - Oh?
It's not going to be fun.
I've got to pretend to be her doctor boyfriend.
Boyfriend!
Well, she does know that you are?
- Some kind of bird? - Shit stabber.
Of course, she does. You know that.
Ta-da!
You scrub up OK.
So do you.
Yeah, flirt puff.
Well, I'm dead busy tonight, me.
Oh, got loads of things to do.
[turns on tv]
Should we hold hands or something?
I don't know.
If you want.
(YELLING) Hello?
This is going a bit over the top.
Shut up!
[kiss]
Hi, mom.
Hi, love.
Ah.
Dad, this is my boyfriend.
Oh, hi.
Hi.
--Dr. Gallagher.
Doctor?
Ah, can't be bad.
[chuckles] Come in.
[bruce sings karaoke]
(YELLING) So how come you ended up with our Max, then?
We met at um--
a social function.
It must be frustrating, you know?
Well, no, not really.
But you see, you've obviously gone out
and made something of yourself.
And now you've been lumbered with her.
It's like her brother, Bruce.
He's directionless, yeah.
But he's got drive.
You know, he's got a bit of gumption.
I've got drive!
Of course you have, sweetheart.
Don't be so sensitive.
She's just like her mother, you know?
You'll help yourself to beer, won't you, Ian?
Don't.
I'm fine.
Cool fucking beans on toast.
Let's just get through this party without fucking up.
You know, I find that the sexual peak for a woman
is in her 30s.
That's like 60 in dog years.
Micky!
What are you doing?
I'm making conversation.
No, what the fuck are you doing here?
I'm looking out for you.
I'm watching that Maxine.
She fancies you.
Don't talk shite.
It'll get messy.
Stop trying to run my life.
Stay here.
Don't touch anything.
Don't talk to anyone.
Maxine won't mind.
Well, Carl's here too.
You shouldn't be here.
It's a party.
It's not that sort of party.
You can't stay.
Well, I'm sure your boyfriend won't mind.
You could have asked me, though.
BRUCE: Thank you.
[applause]
Have a bit of fun.
Hey, doc, are you gonna have a go at that karaoke?
Watch out for our Max.
She sounds like a pig being punched when
she starts belting them out.
Cut it out.
Cut what out?
You're making Max feel bad.
I know you probably don't mean to.
I don't wanna cause an argument, but you need to ease up on her.
Give her a smile or a thumbs up or something.
What we singing?
"I Got You, Babe."
[clinging]
Oh, dude.
MAN: Oh, my God.
[thumping]
[sucks] Got to go home some time, kiddo.
No!
Not until they stop treating me like a slave!
Unless I'm getting in the way?
Of course you're not.
[laughter]
Right, number 64, you're up.
[laughter]
WOMAN: Oh, my lord.
Calm down.
Deep breaths.
[inhales] [exhales] Have fun!
After school specials.
You're a genius.
Shame it's out of my pocket, straight into Lillian's.
No, you just need a bit of creative accounting,
that's all.
Nah, I couldn't do that.
[door shuts]
Hi!
I've counted it twice.
Here's your ticket.
Take a seat.
Cheers.
[coins clinking]
Then again, what she doesn't know, right?
[kissing]
[gasping]
KAREN (VOICEOVER): Jaime.
[screeching]
It's like a thousand insects scrabbling away.
[groans]
[panting]
KAREN (VOICEOVER): Jamie, why won't it stop?
Jamie.
[karen groans]
Why won't it stop?
Stop!
(YELLING) Stop!
Fuck!
[panting]
[exhales] Sorry.
It's just-- oh, sorry.
It's OK.
I understand.
[pants] It's not you, Karen.
It's just a--
I'm tired, babes.
[pants]
It's all right.
[party music]
So you really like our Max, eh?
Yeah, she's great.
[inhales] You're a shit liar, little gay boy.
Cut it out, Bruce.
It's OK, he knows.
I tell my little brother everything.
For fuck's sake, I thought you were going to punch me there!
(CHUCKLING) Oh, yeah.
With his penis.
- You're kidding! - Are you?
One of the gays? Yup.
For me sins. - I'm one of them lot, too.
Bloody, hell, Max.
Have you got any friends that aren't parking
their car up chocolate lane?
I don't.
Yeah?
That's a shame.
All right, well, you boys can all crash here,
but don't expect any Caligula-style orgies.
Smoking dope's one thing, but I don't
think pops would be too pleased if he found us all with us
dicks hanging out.
And cheers for sticking up for my sis.
If you were shafting her, I'd definitely
give him my seal of approval.
I'll get some pillows and stuff then.
I was thinking I could stay in your room
and we give the lads a bit of space and all that.
Oh, yeah, it's just Ian's my fake boyfriend.
So my dad, you know.
Might be weird.
Yeah, good point.
Hey, your singing, you were dead good, like proper singing.
Oh, cheers.
[music playing]
What's?
Shh.
[exhales]
MICKY (VOICEOVER): I'm looking out
for you, watching that Maxine.
She fancies you.
[water boiling]
[music playing]
[pouring liquid]
Cheers for last night.
I do appreciate it.
- That's my mug. - What?
Says Ian on it.
Ian, that's me.
So respect that, thank you.
[clinking]
What's his problem?
You've put a wind up him.
Sorry?
He knows.
Knows what?
That you fancy him.
[gasps] I don't.
Whatever you think is gonna happen, it's not, right?
I'm sorry, but it's not.
You need to get a fucking hobby, sunshine.
Too much time on your hands.
Fuck.
[gasps]
Friendly warning letter.
Official warning letter!
Red!
No more fucking warning letters!
Easy, Karen, easy.
Hey, come on, calm down.
You think I'm doing this because of me condition?
Crazy fucking Karen?
We are one bill away from being out on our asses.
Hey, it's all under control.
I'm dealing with it.
You've got nothing to worry about.
You promise me?
Well, yeah, of course.
OK.
[pills rattling]
Voila!
A tiny bit of artwork by yours fucking truly.
[sighs]
What, what the fuck!
Mmm.
[kissing]
You all right?
Don't speak, all right?
Don't say a word.
[door shuts]
[groaning, kissing]
[panting]
Oh, yeah, ah--
Ah!
[pants]
Oh!
[groaning]
[panting]
MICKY (VOICEOVER): Watching that Maxine.
Because whatever you think is going to happen, it's not.
She fancies you.
He knows that you fancy him.
Mmm, I've got to run.
Well, we'll see you later, yeah?
Yeah.
[groaning]
Have you seen the scissors--
[groaning]
Oh, oh--
Ah!
[panting]
Give us a kiss.
Fuck off, Micky.
[groaning]
[pants]
[club music]
It's back on.
It's so back on.
You should have seen her all over me.
All right, we get it, mate.
You're great, you're fucking amazing.
All right, I'm off.
You're joking?
You can't go home!
Are you not seeing what I'm seeing?
They're all right, I suppose.
All right?
It's girls in school uniform.
There's no way we are not (FADING)
going home without them.
Nah, I can't.
I won't be right.
No!
It really would be.
Fucking--
Hey, listen.
It's two of them and one of you.
And they're all gagging for it.
So stop being a tit and get over there!
Happy birthday!
See you later, mate.
Yeah.
Lady's toilets, two minutes.
What?
You heard.
Do I know you?
No.
So what's this about then?
Oh, I just wanted to see what sort of person you are.
Like, are you the sort of man who walks into the lady's just
because a stranger told him to?
And?
[panting]
[laughs]
[panting]
[yells]
[pants] (EXHALING) Woo.
I was gonna knock this time, honest.
Oh, come on!
It was sort of funny.
Have you been eating twat sandwiches today or something?
Because either I've done something wrong
or you've turned into a total fanny overnight.
[voices on the tv]
Micky thinks you fancy me and he keeps going on about it.
It's messing with my head a bit, sorry.
I don't think you need to worry about that.
Even if I did, it'd be pointless.
So don't flatter yourself.
[tv off]
It's not just that.
It's-- I don't know--
What are you doing?
I don't know.
- Don't do that, don't. - Sorry.
I know you're just trying to be nice,
but I fucking hate nice.
And I don't need your sympathy!
It's not sympathy.
Ian, a few hours ago you had your dick in Micky.
So let's not pretend otherwise, ey?
I did it because I thought it'd help.
You don't have to justify it.
That's what you do.
Who you are.
Sorry (LAUGHS) All right?
Piss off.
[tv on]
Stop, all right.
(MUFFLED) Stop.
[keys jangling]
[ian groans]
[maxine groans]
[panting]
[groaning]
[maxine yells]
Please tell me you weren't watching me sleep.
We're going to watch a movie.
It's a bit early for porn, isn't it?
It's not porn, it's art.
Oh, really?
What's it called?
"Handbugger Hill, Part 2."
[video playback]
RICHIE (ON TV): We do this.
That is Richie Rockwood, 10 inches of pure, hard steel.
He won the Gay Adult Video Awards,
Best Performer three years in a row.
Oh, he's gorgeous, isn't he?
He's all right, I guess.
No, he's not all right.
A cup of tea in the morning's all right.
Beans on toast is all right.
Richie Rockwood is fucking incredible!
And I want you to admit that to me, right here, right now.
[thumping, panting on tv]
You saw us?
Too fucking right I did.
Ruined me dinner.
No, it must be confusing for you.
It's confusing for me, too.
Really fucking confusing!
Hey, don't worry.
Yeah, we're going to sort you out.
We'll-- we'll de-straighten you.
Everything will be fine.
Ian, just watch the movie!
I don't want to watch the fucking movie!
Fine! Well, we'll go to bed, then.
No!
Well, you didn't have a problem with it yesterday
before she fucked with your head!
She didn't fuck with my head.
So I'm just a piece of meat to you, am I?
A booty call?
I'm sorry.
I-- I-- I shouldn't have dragged you in--
I shouldn't have slept with you.
Yes, you should, Ian.
Because I'm a fucking man and that is fucking natural!
[thumping on tv]
[plastic crunching]
I'm not handling knockoffs.
They're not knockoff!
They're 100% legit.
Where'd you get them from then?
I won 'em in a raffle, youth club.
Oh, the youth club was raffling off Ladyshaves?
50 quid.
Done.
Liam!
Breakfast.
Carl? Stella?
Anyone?
Hello?
[cheering]
All right, on you go.
Don't forget your souvenir snaps, only 2 quid.
Look, come on, son.
This is no place for a young lad.
Fucking hell.
[sighs]
You only want me home because you can't look after yourself.
Well, yeah, obviously!
Buy you-- you're part of me.
You-- you're me flesh and blood.
You know, I'm not one of those amputees who just lost a limb
and still thinks that it's there.
20 quid.
It's not about the cash, Liam.
It's about the family.
20 quid!
I could get a maid for that, a butler!
Me own personal Jeeves.
Then get one.
Just--
[coins clinking]
What? You want?
Huh?
Don't fucking try it.
No.
Me own fucking flesh and blood.
[door opens]
[door shuts]
I think you must have wandered into the wrong house
because everybody knows Paddy Maguire wouldn't pay for it.
[sighs] I just thought as two fellow entrepreneurs
we could have a little chat.
Mm.
A business opportunity.
Doing fine as we are.
You haven't even heard my proposal.
That's right, I haven't.
Goodbye, Paddy.
Try and control your women, son.
(WHISPERS) Before someone else has to.
[MUSIC - HANK WILLIAMS, "KING OF THE ROAD"]
[sighs]
[tsks]
[crumples paper]
[panting]
Whatever your game is, I'm not interested.
Jamie-- it is Jamie, right?
Mm.
Sit down.
Now, there's a woman in Manchester on a conference.
Three months ago she discovered that her husband
had been having an affair for over two years.
She's vulnerable, a little insecure.
But most importantly, she needs cheering up
and someone like you could really
put the smile back on her face.
[chuckles] You've got to be kidding me, eh?
Uh, I put $200 in your pocket.
Missing $50 here.
I have bills to pay.
Times are hard, I get it.
That's why I'm offering you work.
I said I had bills.
I didn't say I wanted to become a fucking man-whore.
[chuckles] You still took 50 quid off me to pay some bills.
But it won't be enough, will it? (LAUGHING) Plus,
there's always another brown envelope
waiting to land on the doormat.
One hour's work and you get this.
No, I'm not interested.
You are going to walk away from this?
I've got a wife and a kid.
So yeah, I am.
Think about it.
[car door shuts]
Hey, I can guarantee you at least 200 quid a session,
all right?
Well, that's three sessions a week,
that's nearly 2 and 1/2 grand a month, right?
Tax free.
Yes, you have a wife and a kid, but that kind of money
is going to make life a lot easier for everyone.
You want to know more, get in the car.
[bells jingle]
It's through back, gents.
Game kicks off in five minutes.
It's a 100 quid minimum.
And time wasters, you know where the exit is.
[footsteps]
[bells jingle]
No!
What?
Can't do it, Joe.
One thing I've learned is life has got to be simple.
It is.
You, me, and the baby, we get in a car and we go right now.
I heard you got tagged.
Oh-- that.
It was a misunderstanding at the casino.
It's a 10 minute detour to a mate.
It's a blowtorch and wire cutters moment.
It's not a reason to stay.
Jamie can't look after you.
He can't provide for you.
Not like I can.
He does his best.
And it's never going to be good enough!
I just came here to say no.
That was it.
[breathes heavily]
[yells]
[shattering]
Really fucking smooth, Joe.
[exhales]
[knocking]
Ah, hey.
Shh.
Come.
Come on, sit down.
Close your eyes.
Come on, close them.
[sighs]
OK.
What's this?
Open it and see.
[sighs]
Jesus!
It's real.
What-- Carl, you haven't thought this through.
I have, really.
Look, we've been stupid and we've made mistakes.
But I'm certain about this, Max.
I really am.
You and me.
Whoa!
You've got terrible timing, you.
I'm running late for work.
Five minutes?
[sighs] I'm already on a warning.
They're gonna kill me. Last chance, they said.
[keys jingling]
Well, go on then. You'd better run.
I'll come see you after.
Yeah.
[door shuts]
Guess what?
What?
I'm getting married.
[sighs]
[door opens]
Come in?
Not gonna give you much of a night out.
What do you want?
Assistance.
And what makes you think I'll say yes.
Because you want to be in full possession of your kneecaps.
And I'll be forever in your debt.
Who knows, maybe it'll mend a few bridges
between me and your ma.
Is this something like being made an offer you can't refuse.
It's exactly like being made an offer you can't refuse.
[music playing]
[rustling]
[exhales] Over 1,000 quid in two days.
God, if Lillian wasn't coming back tomorrow.
I know.
I mean, the best thing is we did this.
Thought they'd all buggered off home.
[sniffing]
[exhales]
What the fuck you doing?
Out!
Everyone out!
I'm sorry.
Fuck being sorry!
What the hell is wrong with you?
It's only coke.
And when since have you been a fucking coke dealer, Chesney.
You work for him?
[deep breath]
OK, you can piss off now. Uh-uh.
We're keeping the coke and the money.
He'll fucking kill me.
I'll handle him.
[sighs] I didn't have a choice.
So she said yeah, then?
No, she's gonna.
I can tell.
See, I know Maxine.
No you don't.
What do mean?
You don't know Maxine at all.
You don't know anything.
Ian's sleeping with her.
What?
(LAUGHING) Stop.
I caught them.
Yeah, I'm sure you did.
Ian an Maxine.
I came home and they were fucking.
They didn't see me.
Well, Ian's gay and you're insane.
Well, think about it.
All that time they spent together, laughing and joking,
best mates.
More than best mates.
You've seen it too.
Micky, you're starting to piss me off now.
Well, ask him then.
Ask him about it.
Well, why would I lie to you for fuck's sake?
I'm trying to stop you making a fool of yourself!
Fuck off!
In his bed, I saw them fucking each other.
Well, I'm telling you this to help you.
Why are trying to mess with me like this?
(ANGRILY) Tell me it's a lie!
Tell me!
I can't!
It's not.
Ian and Maxine?
My Maxine?
No.
That's not fucking-- that's not fucking possible.
She wouldn't.
She want's to be with me.
We'll she got up and walked out on you
the moment you pulled out that ring.
Has she called you about it?
Texted you?
Anything?
No, because she's fucking your brother.
(ANGRILY) Fuck you!
[thump]
That's not true!
(CRYING) That's not fucking true.
[somber music]
MAXINE: [groans]
[pants]
[groans]
(ANGRILY) Why the fuck did you tell Carl?
Because he loves her.
No!
No, no he doesn't.
He just thinks he does.
He proposed to her!
What?
And he was gonna ask you to be the best man!
You!
Oh, no.
This can't be happening.
Just explain to him that it was all an accident.
How can I explain it to him when I don't
even understand it myself?
Well, the damage is done.
So you better put a stop to the whole thing.
It's for the best.
No.
But you can't like her.
She doesn't-- she doesn't even have a cock!
Maybe I just like people.
People with cocks.
Or maybe I am confused.
And maybe me and Maxine are just mates.
Or maybe it's more than that.
But how can it be?
(ANGRILY) I don't know.
I don't have all the fucking answers.
I just know that when I'm with her,
I'm not thinking man or woman.
It's just Maxine.
And maybe sexuality isn't one thing or another.
Maybe it's something that's just shifting or moving--
(ANGRILY) Fuck you!
What?
Fuck you.
I looked up to you.
I though you meant something.
Because until I met you, I was a freak.
I was disgusted with myself.
But you showed me that I didn't have to be.
You're a fucking traitor.
It wasn't-- it wasn't personal.
I didn't mean to.
But you did.
And I loved you.
Micky--
And not in a "want to shag him all over the place" way.
But just love!
Just proper fucking love!
But now I see you for what you are--
a cunt.
[door slams shut]
[baby whining]
I understand you have something that belongs to me.
We are having our dinner here.
Chips?
I've already had four of my five a day.
Have a bloody banana then!
(WHISPERING) You had no right dealing at Lillian's
and to school kids!
Free market, supply and demand.
Exactly the same as you were doing.
Oh, no, no.
I just wanted them to have fun, harmless fun.
Show 'em a good time.
No, you wanted to make some easy cash.
At least I wasn't lying to myself.
You don't have any bloody bananas.
Then have some milk or something!
Milk?
(WHISPERING) Oh, Jesus.
Don't you dare act like you're better than me.
You're the one who paid to fuck your own son's girlfriend.
And you're the one who took the money.
Now, I would like my property back.
Thank you.
[plastic crunching]
True what they said, dear.
If you look into the abyss long enough,
it'll stare right back at you.
Don't ask.
I've having a bit of a tough time of it at the moment.
I haven't got any money.
I don't want any money.
Wouldn't ask you anyway.
Oh.
I just-- I don't know.
Do you ever think you're one thing
and then you breathe in that maybe you're not.
I went to Southend-on-Sea once, the sixth circle of hell.
And I stood on the beach, resisting
the urge to do a Reggie Perrin.
And there was this old fella just eating custard creams.
He's just shoving 'em down his throat.
And he looked miserable even though he'd probably
bought 'em all for himself.
He looked so fucking miserable.
I'm not sure I follow.
Oh, me neither.
It's fucking bits and pieces, this life of ours.
Mm.
Could be worse.
Could be a poof.
[exhales]
So Maxine then?
[thump]
You fucking piece of shit!
[dog snarling]
[grunting]
[yelling]
[muffled shouts]
[yells]
Fucking hell! [grunts]
Carl! [groaning]
I'll fucking kill him.
Stop it! [wheezing]
Stop it!
He's your brother.
[coughing]
He's fucking dead to me!
Get him out.
[coughing]
Get him fucking out.
Ian, are you all right, son?
[coughing]
Ian, I'm--
Don't say sorry.
But I am.
I'm sorry.
[sighs]
I'm not.
MICKY (VOICEOVER): That's the thing about this world of ours.
(WHISPERING) You OK?
MICKY (VOICEOVER): Even if we are twats,
it just keeps on rolling.
Wife walks out on you.
Father passes away.
Cat gets run over by the number 10 bus.
Doesn't matter.
[laughter]
World's not gonna stop, not even gonna pause for breath.
[beeping]
SHANE: Yeah.
Gotta pop out for a while.
Sure.
SHANE: No!
MICKY (VOICEOVER): Nobody cares about your problems.
But sometimes you find someone--
someone who seems to understand, someone who gets you.
[laughter] [kelly-marie laughs]
SHANE: (LAUGHING) Fuck it!
MICKY (VOICEOVER): And for a little while, it's better.
We can lie there in the dark and promise
never to leave each other.
We have someone to hold on to, for a little while anyway.
[main theme]
[buzzing]
Sss.
Oh!
(GASPING) Busted!
I'm not going to ask.
[door shuts]
[music playing]