[chime]
[sirens]
Chickens, this way for the Chatsworth Express.
Come on, man.
Come and watch.
Frankie's making a mess of the lives they were given.
[dogs barking]
By Him who say.
And kids are convinced I'm actually theirs.
Stay away.
What sounds on earth could ever replace--
Hey.
FRANK GALLAGHER: Kids needing money or wives in your face?
[dogs barking]
Does this people reckon, and me included,
is why pubs and drugs were kindly invented to calm us
all down, stop us goin' mental.
These are Chatsworth mistakes.
Basic essentials to me are worth every penny.
Oh, ah.
You shits over our heads, but you do pay the taxes.
Imagine a blitzen without Chatsworth walkin' here.
We'll cum on your face for the price of a beer.
Make poverty history.
Cheaper drugs now.
Make poverty history.
Cheaper drugs now.
Hey, hey, heh, oh, ow.
[music playing]
[soft music]
No you can't.
[inaudible] web cam.
Em, go play outside for a bit.
I'll do anything.
EM: Mommy.
Minute Twinkle.
What do you want?
I just want 462 pound and 10p please.
You scumbag.
How can you do this?
How can you live with yourself?
[suspenseful music]
MICKEY MAGUIRE: For too fucking long, I've been on a road
to nowhere.
Nothin' to show for meself, no master plan.
I've been told I was useless so much I believed it.
Well, it's time to stop crying in my ruby grapefuit breezers.
Stuff the knockers, negative fuckers, voices
in me head saying you can't.
Yes, I can.
[music playing]
I can do stuff.
I've got dreams.
And I'm going to make 'em happen.
[music playing]
Believe that.
[music playing]
Mickey?
What are you doin'?
Castle evacuation procedure.
To the shop.
[hysterical laughing]
[music playing]
Were you trying to avoid us?
No, I love these get-togethers.
You were seen wearing a dress under your uniform.
Do you like dressin' up as girls, Leon?
I don't know what you're on about.
And my name's Liam.
Not unless you pay the tall trolley boy.
Tender or it's all over school.
That will Dad.
Oh, probably buckin' a bit.
I'm off at the Etland Tower test made for rides.
Great.
Top of the ride, gallant sir.
Liam?
Love?
Oi, cloppy ears.
Hey, don't take it to heart.
Lads his age can just be sensitive.
[baby crying]
Oh, little man, what's your sob story.
Oh, he's narky with his mum for draggin' him
out to put up posters.
[baby crying]
Nice idea, lady.
It's mad what you think up at 3:00 in the morning
when you're doing a feed.
[baby crying]
Oh, here, you stick them up.
I'll watch Narky.
Thanks.
What's the matter?
Yes, better.
See?
I'm not really a witch.
[sirens]
[music playing]
Less five, four, three, two, one, two for Ian?
All right.
It's like havin' a hit man here again.
Give him some stick, Jock, or I'll never hear the last of it.
No, no Maxine, I believe in giving credit where it's due.
And your man's made great progress.
Of course, that's no good if you can't see a punch coming.
Ah.
PADDY: Still throwin' the low blows, Jock?
Imagine what a lack of pain can do.
We're infinitely back on our feet.
So if you don't mind, you can get off my case now, Paddy.
Keep your guard up, Gallagher, always.
[music playing]
I didn't know you knew Paddy Maguire.
Oh, yeah.
I've known him since he was a whippersnapper
on the run from Belfast.
Poor bastard never got any prettier.
Everything's all right?
Hey.
One, two, three, see?
Got to get to your own little bear.
Mm.
But still could kind of.
It's Frank, not so creative anymore.
Shit, all the boozin' finally have an effect?
Ack, no, his stomach's lined with asbestos.
No, he had the after Stella.
Frank Gallagher denying mankind his seed.
I don't think so.
Sadly, it's true.
Most pain he's ever felt. You should see the scar.
The one from the electric shock to his balls?
Hm?
I've heard the stitching story enough to know he would
never let a doctor down there.
[piano music]
You know vasectomies can be reversed.
It's-- no, it's never, you know, that successful.
You hear all sorts of stories, it's uncomfortable.
More uncomfortable than 100 volts to the nackers?
Ah.
You never got snipped, bastard.
You told me that you couldn't biologically.
So, you know, moment of compassion,
I told you I couldn't.
But we can artifically.
I froze my eggs, Frank.
They're in a clinic asking to be fertilized.
And you're going to give me what I want.
I'm a fuck.
Well, I'll just find myself a real man then.
Well, good luck.
Hey, you don't mess with nature.
Have we learned from Dolly the sheep?
[door slams]
[funky music]
Time.
Manual dexterity in your face, pow, pow.
[phone rings]
Don't you know, I'm in training.
In training?
For what?
The crimson factor?
Hey, reminds me that quick since that's how
I went round to on my loins.
Piss off you fuckin' one stay.
Do you want to get down in his boxing club, chairs
takes someone out on her back?
Yeah, there's some good joinin' up offers.
I'm fine.
I don't need your charity.
It's been that since we got back.
It's like treadin' on fuckin' egg shells here.
Three months until they're past their sell by date.
Well, what are my options?
And if I don't fertilize or donate?
Right, I best decide then.
[metal clanking]
LIBBY: That's why you lifted me earlier.
You can't tell anyone.
Yeah, this is for me.
I've been shortlisted.
I just have to past the assessment day.
Oh great, well, everything crossed.
Yeah, nice one.
You know what it's like when you want something so bad.
But it just feels right.
Now it don't scare me.
I'm calm in crisis.
I'll look well-fit in uniform.
Yeah, nothin's gonna stop me gettin' this.
[phone rings]
PADDY (ON PHONE): Numnuts.
Got a job for ya.
Grab a pen.
But I can't.
I'm busy.
Yeah, well, take down this address,
or I'll get busy on your face, you insolent fuck.
Ready?
Yeah.
[music playing]
Hey.
How 'bout make it more interestin'?
If I win, you come check out the boxin' club with me.
And when I win, you get your ego boost, job done.
No one beats me around here.
I own this fucker, eh?
Yeah.
[music playing]
Nah, stuff your deal.
Chesney wait.
It took me ages to get over that Jimmy crap.
And I know he scared the shit out you when
he chased you off the estate.
But you can't let it send you under.
Look, the only way to get your confidence back
is to learn how to look after yourself.
And you can't because Jock makes you feel unbeatable.
Next time some fucker comes at me, or takes the piss,
I'm ready for'im.
Let me go and fetch him.
[jump rope and punching sounds]
[knocking]
Jock, found you a new recruit.
What's going on?
Oh, nothin'.
Fuck nothin', your face.
I'm fine, Ian, all right, leave it.
Shit.
Who's this?
Chesney, my mate.
He was after boxing lessons.
Golden rule, pick your fights.
I always thought I caught the bugger a beauty,
I caught him, too.
He'd be uglier than you in the mor--
MICKEY: IAN: Agh.
Well, if you will walk into doors.
IAN: He didn't.
He walked into a jab from Jock.
He what?
Well, he hit me.
I was defending meself.
He owes me dad three grand.
I had to give him a warning, orders in it.
You could have said no.
He's an old man.
Tell Paddy to give him more time.
Well, that's between them.
I'm not asking, Mickey.
- But he won't listen to me. - Fine.
Pack your stuff, get out.
Ian.
But that was my last other job.
Look, I'm done with all that.
Big changes from tomorrow.
You'll be doing his dirty work forever, and you know it.
Go on.
Fuck off.
[music playing]
[sirens]
[pool balls clicking]
This show we set up for the Maguire's, talented sparrows.
Jamie, you've got a lovely voice.
Shane, unbelievable contortionist.
I was 10 years old.
I'm not so nimble anymore.
Yeah, I have to suck his cock.
How about you, Mimi?
You can carry a tune, can't ya?
Been known to, best daughter-in-law.
Been known to murder a few too.
Committed more crimes than the her share than Norman Bates.
What's she like?
LIBBY: The clinic say my eggs are going off.
If I want children it's now or never.
But this has come out of nowhere.
You know, you ju-- you just sprung it on us.
Can I-- can I have time to give it
the thought that it deserves?
I need your decision, Frank, tomorrow.
[music playing]
And cough.
Ahem.
Agh.
Ah.
OK there?
Ah.
Oh.
And cough.
Mr. Maguire?
Yeah, a dry mouth, a bit nervous you know.
[music playing]
Pervin' on me now?
No.
[music playing]
That was really good.
You can make real money doin' that.
Shut up.
Serious.
What you doin'?
Don't you want me to?
But I thought you liked--
[sneaky music]
God bless librarians.
This what you're lookin' for?
I was just checkin' to see if this clinic's legit.
There's a lot of quacks about, Lib,
preying on vulnerable women.
Don't make out you care, Frank.
What--
You just want to scramble my eggs.
I-- you've got a family here.
Can't we just make do?
She loves you to bits.
What happens when she gets to Liam's age she hates my guts?
What do you think I want one of my own?
[guitar clanking]
LIBBY: Liam, what happened?
Who's done that to your hair.
Where is he?
Where's my little man?
Say the word and it's fuckin' war.
Me and you, kid, Kelly's heroes.
Sorry, we are trying to resolve
this sensibly as a family.
Where are you at in your resolution?
We're at cease fire.
You're lettin' him off.
This isn't Chatsworth, love.
We do eye for eye.
Yeah, so everyone's blinded, good example.
For the love of God, Liam's sittin' there.
Why don't you try askin' him what he wants?
I just want it to stop.
[soft music]
[water running]
MIMI (SINGING): Karma, karma, karma, karma chameleon.
You come and go.
You come and go oh, oh, oh.
Lovin' will be easy if your colors were like my dreams.
Red, gold, and green.
How long have you been there?
Long enough to know that your ex was talking out
of his bum hole last night.
Paddy was just showing off.
He didn't mean any of it.
Still hear it.
He used to love my singing.
Said I had the voice of an angel.
Why care what he thinks?
Can't just stop the habits of a lifetime.
I really think you should enter the show.
No.
Nana's savin' all her songs for a new man.
You have the luxury of showing Mickey the door.
Not so easy for family.
Did he say why I kicked him out?
Nope.
And seein' him with that face and those bean bags
didn't put me in a talkin' mood.
Jock's a good man, Paddy.
He can't do enough for kids around there.
And he lives for that boxing club.
You know nothin' about that two-faced cunt.
Just give him another week.
A week?
I could give him a lifetime, and he'd still default.
He's shite with money.
But he always spends his way out of trouble.
Now does that seem sensible?
No, it's naive.
He's out of his depth.
Tell him I'll be round tomorrow with a van to gut the place.
[phone rings]
[music playing]
Don't be mad.
Don't shout at me.
Hiya Dad, how's it goin'?
Why has your phone been off, numpty?
MICKEY (ON PHONE): Because I'm on an assessment
course for the fire brigade.
Yeah?
That's not bad for you.
Now, listen, get your ass over here.
I need you to find a van.
No, I'm serious.
I'm going to be a fireman.
You?
Yeah.
But do you have any references?
If someone was askin' me, I'd say
you raised the bar in bungling.
And I only keep you because you're cheap.
Firemen my arse.
Ah.
Stupid piece of shit.
Piece of shit.
Bad reception, isn't it?
Float, sting.
You hittin' the sacks, it's me.
Two right.
Boy's a quick learner.
We'll get him workin' on the foot work tomorrow.
Paddy Maguire is goin' to shut you down tomorrow.
I tried talking to him, but he's got
it in for ya for some reason.
Hey, hey, keep your gloves up.
Peepin' over the top of the glove there, yeah.
Did you hear what I said?
Do you know who you're dealin' with?
Course I do.
IAN: Then why get into debt?
He said I could pay him back when it
was good for me, mates rights.
That man's always promised me the earth and then let me down.
He said you've got far for throwing money at problems.
This gym always comes first.
Paddy Maguire was my great hope.
He was raw but as tough as I've ever seen.
He just couldn't be tamed.
His father had just died.
He wanted to fight the world.
Go out in a blaze of glory just like him.
And I took that anger and I showed him how to use it.
And I made him believe.
But he didn't want to be a fighter.
He just wanted to be feared.
I know exactly what I'm up against, son.
[music playing]
Hey, Ches, hey, hey, hey, hey, all-- all right, all right.
Jock, Ricky Hatton, you still in touch?
Sure.
yeah, yeah.
Get him to make an appearance.
We'll sell tickets and clear your debt.
I-- I can't ask him to do that.
The lad's got too many commitments.
Jock, stuff pride.
Paddy's going to clear this place out
if he doesn't get his money.
Call the the hit, man.
I'll do the rest.
Liam, one last piece with your name on it?
I need some more.
I'm wastin' away.
Yeah.
Wait, wait.
What can I do?
You're trying too hard to be liked.
Nothing kids hate more. SHANE:
Thank you, Mother.
No, she's right for once.
Monica felt bad after the first bunk,
so she made a bit of an effort to get on the side, right?
Yeah, then she fucked off again.
Meaning Liam's seen it all before.
It's all about trust.
Yeah?
I've had to earn it time and again.
Nobody trusts you.
How do I make that happen?
Just stick around.
Just be there for'im.
[music playing]
[traffic noise]
[sirens]
Come on.
Hold on, lad.
Keep the pressure.
Give it up, son, you'll never make it.
Woo, woo, woo.
Ah.
Do it right.
[music playing]
OK, head right.
Head right.
Grab the ladder.
Four, right.
The ladder.
Go.
[music playing]
[orders being called out]
[music playing]
Bring your giro money because they'll be
rafflin' off fight memorabilia.
How much would you say loved me?
You want to keep goin' a bit more there, pal.
I spoke to the hospital press officer to make some calls.
It's going out everywhere, papers, radio, Ricky Hatton's
coming back to Chatsworth to save his old club.
No way.
Oh, we're gonna have a party.
Sh.
A pint.
Sure.
Charles was burnin'.
Fetch the engine.
Fire, fire, fire, fire.
Pour on water.
[breaking glass and screaming]
Oh, ho ho.
Do you think that's funny make me look stupid in front
of all these people?
I'm you're son.
Beat my drum, Dad.
Don't beat me into the fucking ground.
Take your foot off me head.
Have you any idea how much that hurts?
Every time you put me down, I bleed.
I've got fucking scars on top of scars, me.
What-- how am I meant to deal with that, hey, Dad?
Be a man and deal with it.
Get him another drink.
You'll pass next time.
Who says I failed?
[music playing]
I'm gonna be a fireman.
But you'll always be a bitter cunt.
Deal with that.
[distorted music]
[whirring alarm]
Different glass, Libby.
Proud to call that breakfast English.
First for you not born in the rushers.
[dishes clanking]
You need to cut Libby some slack, pal.
Come on, do it for me, appreciate it.
She's fuckin' broody, isn't she?
That's digustin'.
Sh, all right easy.
But listen, maybe you, I just think
that if you were a bit more acceptin'
she won't be as needy.
Libby, my guitar.
[dogs barking]
Would you like a lift to school.
In a fuckin' ice cream van? I'll walk him in.
Oh, the escort girl.
I could give it a miss.
No way.
No fuckin' danger.
OK Liam, apart from Gibbons School, what would you prefer?
I'll go my own.
It's my problem.
Maybe he'll get bored and give up.
[music playing]
Get on, I'll give you a bucket.
Then what? Another kick in?
I'm tryin' to make up for that.
Hurry.
Put your arms around me.
Liam, I don't want to wank. You'll fall off otherwise.
SHANE:
Well, just don't get your hopes up.
It's not my hopes you need to worry about.
Hey wait.
MAXINE: Left, Down a bit your end, Ian.
Lower.
What are you trying to say?
It's shit.
You fetched the pointers in.
Leave the look to me.
Oh, you puttin' this up or what?
Hey, fancy a fuck skinny, boy?
Hey.
You think you're fuckin' funny.
Ches, leave out. Leave out.
What do you say? - Go on.
Bring him back in. I'll give--
Come on, walk with me.
- Fuck off. - Cal don't.
No fightin' in here.
We're in a boxing club.
What the fuck's all the shoutin' about?
Nothing, everything's fine.
I don't want to right him, anyway.
He's a best mate.
When all that shit hap pend, you had them there for you.
Who did I have?
Me.
I've always got your back, brov.
Look, we're here for you, Chesney, any time.
[flute music]
[rock and roll]
He had no right havin' a go at me.
I've never stood in the way of any of my kids.
Never encouraged them either, stop supportin' altogether.
Do you even know the meanin' of family anymore?
There's benefits to havin' a family,
the family though will pass the health and safety every time.
That wretch hit me with a farmer's stick.
When you Before off and we were all over the place.
Fine, let's get together later, the lot of us.
And you can watch me murder a song in the talent show.
That sound good?
MICKEY: Right, do you want the bad news or the bad news?
KAREN: Don't stop Mickey.
Go on, son, give us your assessment.
As your appointed fire safety officer,
it is my duty to highlight hazards
and make recommendations.
Such as?
Closing down.
The place is a death trap.
You need right now or there will causalities.
[MUSIC - THE KINKS, "SET ME FREE"] Oh set me free,
little girl.
All you gotta-- - You are?
[MUSIC - THE KINKS, "SET ME FREE"]
do is set me free little girl.
Right, you've just been promoted to a talent show
superintendent.
Fix the problems, monitor the acts tonight.
And then we'll um--
We'll get your new tabard.
[music playing]
[side conversations]
You've only gone and done it, Champ.
Well, let's until the real stuff shows up, huh?
Ricky is the ultimate showman.
He'll be building anticipation.
I just hope he feels at home when he's out in wonderland.
I'm just going to go and check on Jock.
He's bugger fuckin' nose back there.
Good job, you're in the money, eh?
Hi Joe.
A 10, a 10, a 10, a 10, a 10, a 10, a 10.
You're such a chancer.
Just stayin' one step ahead of everyone else, Karen.
Life's all about makin' the most of your opportunities.
But how far are you prepares to go, Joe?
You'd take Ricky on?
He'd kill you, one punch.
I'm just sayin' if we met down an alley
while he was in between fights, bam, bam, bam.
Don't think he'd live with my lightnin' jab.
Undefeated even.
You got sparked out your last fight.
Yeah, for money.
If Paddy Maguire tells you to take a dive, you hit the deck.
Why should this lot that jab?
Exhibition match until Ricky shows.
Ah, you're right.
Wuss.
Marquis it's not performin' monkey.
I'll do it.
Stick me in the ring. - No.
I'll get one of the members to do it.
Ian, I can do it.
It's too soon.
There's nobody your standard in weight.
What about him? IAN: Nil's?
I'll tax him if he's struggling.
[music playing]
Oh, it's Wales all over again.
[fight sounds and music playing]
Let's see, you all right?
Yeah?
You sure you're OK?
Yeah?
Go.
[fight sounds and music playing]
[crowd cheering]
Ricky sends his apologies.
It's nobody's fault.
Oh, bollocks.
[grumblings and rumblings]
Ian, Jock doesn't even know Hatton.
What?
The lad fought here once as an amateur.
Gob site's been spinnin' that story since.
That's rubbish.
I drank with the boy.
Got him a pint so he could ask to name the gym after him.
Fuckin' user.
IAN: What were you thinking, Jock?
Why'd you let me go through with it?
Well, I didn't know it was going to go like this tonight,
all this press, and-- and-- and the radio.
And you were up to it.
And you've been so supportive.
I didn't have it in me to let you down.
Shite.
You don't care about him.
It's only ever about you, you pathetic fuckin'--
Paddy, don't, leave him, no, stop.
Look, leave him. Don't.
You've won.
It's over.
[music playing]
I'm gonna leave ya as you left me without
a hope in the fuckin' world.
[music playing]
Hey Maguire, you pass this, you're one of us.
Come on, mate.
Fuckin' show him.
What's going on?
It's all part of the test, workin' in confined spaces.
Go on.
MICKEY: Uh-uh.
PADDY: Will you stop there, son, hm?
Struggle.
Oh, he scored.
MICKEY: Get out of my head.
If you're in difficulty raise your hand.
Raise your hand.
Look, just stay calm and we're there.
You're running out of time, Maguire.
[music playing]
PADDY: Daddy's here.
Just say the word.
[music playing]
MICKEY: I can do this.
Ah.
Whoo.
Believe.
[camera shutter]
(SINGING) Hey, get, get, get get, get.
Come and give get.
Gotta give get.
Now.
Why is your dad so fuckin' bitter?
We need more people like you to stand up to the fucker.
MICKEY: He's not worth it.
No, there'll only ever be one winner.
Says the trainee fireman?
[crowd cheering]
They're rubbish compared to you.
Popular though.
We all look fellow--
Give'em some competition, makes yourself popular.
If I did it my way, I'd get destroyed.
Crap.
It's OK to dance differently?
But what did the judges think?
A trillion percent, yes.
That's what this competition is all about.
Thank you Pup Tents.
OK, here is Flame Filled Womper.
Is it good then making Jock suffer?
Why even give him a loan if you hate his guts
and you knew he'd default on it?
Ian, how do you think lenders make money?
By making a fucking killing out of failure.
Yeah, well, you'd know all about that wouldn't you?
Sorry?
IAN: You enjoy watching people fuck up.
You pick on them until they're dead.
I think you do it to feel better about yourself.
Walk away, Ian, while you can.
How much for that boxin' gear?
What?
I'll buy it back off ya.
Let it go, son.
You don't have that kind of money.
A grand.
PADDY: It's work treble.
IAN: And it's used.
$1,500.
PADDY: Why the fuck are you doin' this?
Because I want to keep boxing club open.
It might not suit you to.
Always been good to me.
Is that what you heard?
Is that what Jock told you, it doesn't suit me?
Yeah, because you never wanted to fight fair.
[music playing]
You'll be pourin' it down the drain.
That club's jinxed.
[oo's and ah's from crowd]
Jock doesn't deserve a fuckin' lifeline.
I'm not doin' it for him.
I'm doing it for lads like me.
[intense music]
MAXINE: Thanks Mickey.
Sorry about that.
[club noises]
Have you decided what you're gonna sing yet?
You really know chuff all about kids.
Liam's rivals are here, snotty little bastards.
They'll crucify him.
I know.
I didn't put him up to it.
I'll try and talk him out of it.
Wait, let me.
[music playing]
You've never performed in front of family
let alone the Chatsworth.
And you can't make a guitar hip hop.
Did you fix this so I'd play again or to score points?
No.
I-- I mean, of course, I want you to play for yourself.
I care.
I care about all of you, even your bloody dad.
Why?
He's rubbish at everything.
And as soon as you'll realize that, you'll leave.
I won't.
I know what I've bought into.
It may not seem perfect, but what is?
God, look at the baggage I lug about.
I think we both need each other.
Why not give us a chance, eh?
MAXINE: Now our next act takes really fancy chances
playing acoustic guitar.
You don't need to do this.
Yeah, I do.
It's our Liam Gallagher.
[crowd cheering]
[guitar playing]
[chanting off, get off]
[playing guitar]
[clicking of feet and hands]
[guitar playing]
Oh Dean, get off that table you puff.
[crowd yelling at mom]
Shut up.
Don't you dare.
[FEET CLICKING AND GUITAR PLAYING]
Ian, you've to come, it's Jock.
Mickey now.
[ominous music]
Rotten sneaky bastard.
[ominous music]
MUSIC - MIMI, " When you walk
SHANE:
Jock.
MUSIC - MIMI, " through the storm.
Hold your head up high.
[clapping]
Congratulations, it's the winner.
Well done.
Congratulations.
You put them up to this?
That's your idea of bleedin' support?
(SINGING) And don't be afraid--
IAN: Jock, we'll save--
JAMIE (SINGING): Of the dark.
IAN: We'll get you out there.
MAXINE: Ian, no its not safe.
Mickey do something.
No.
JAMIE AND SHANE (SINGING): At the end of the storm.
Get out of the way.
JAMIE AND SHANE (SINGING): Is a golden sky.
And the sweet silver song of the love.
GROUP SINGING: Walk on through the wind,
walk on through the rain, though you're
dreams be tossed and blown.
Walk on.
With hope in your heart.
And you'll never walk alone.
You'll never walk alone.
[crowd cheering]
PADDY: You don't deserve friends like these.
What the fuck happened between you two?
Do you want to tell them or shall I?
It was a long time ago.
And neither of us came out of it with any credit.
It doesn't matter, It needs tellin'.
Bastard hung me out to dry.
Said he'd taken me as far as he could.
But he was lyin' out of his arse.
He was been bankrolled by gangsters.
And when they needed muscle, they
got the best of his stable.
That Judas gave me up after treatin' me like fuckin'--
I tried to send you back to your mother.
I couldn't go back to Belfast.
I was a dead man there.
You knew that, knew I wanted away from that shite.
You should've stuck up for me.
But you dropped me right back in it, you weak fuck.
I was just a boy.
I was never gonna be good enough to be a contender.
But I had a shot at being decent, not bought,
instead I've just been a fuckin' letdown.
I'm so sorry, son.
MICKEY: I'm not gonna be a fireman.
I failed my last test.
[music playing]
I lied.
I just wanted--
I just wanted to get one over on ya, Dad.
[flute music]
For fuck sake, son, who cares?
You're a hero.
Better man than I'll ever fuckin' be.
[flute music]
I never used to know what people meant when they said,
I don't feel meself.
I'd be like, really, not even a tickle.
I had no idea it was about how happy they were,
not in themselves.
Confidence is like lovin' it.
We all want a hand to hold onto.
Some get lucky.
They're born sure, bastards.
Others find their feet eventually
after a lot of tumbles.
And then there's them ones who get
a buzz when they achieve stuff.
But they're up and down.
The rest have one good day where they can take on the world
but mostly crap ones.
Thing Fingers since I started believin' a bit more,
I have been feelin' myself, fuckin' loads.
And it feels mega.
[music playing]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Carl Gallagher?
Is it your dad?
Boyfriend?
Who's asking?
[round bell chimes]
[chime]