Anyone watching thinking we know
fuck all about knowing fuck all about
needs to watch their back.
So you've had your Labor reclassified
scum sending prices sky high.
Literally, literally, taking the grass from its own roots.
Now you've got your condemnation.
Liberals noshing Tories like alter boys picking dim sum.
Have we had a national fucking stroke or what.
Is revolution a word?
Or was it never?
Anybody watching needs to know we cope better than ever
with irony in Chatsworth.
Well, for fuck's sake, we live in Manchester,
and they charge us for water.
I wandered lonely as a cloud, necking mushrooms rarely found.
Green and pleasant land and ancients
are yak yak yak yak yak.
It's not theirs anymore.
This is our England now.
Party!
Some people are born bad, some are born good.
You know, got a lot of love to give.
Mom.
You want a kid of your own, go make one.
And I'm not talking carnal, because, let's face it,
if you can't get a shag on a Saturday night,
there's something seriously wrong with ya.
I'm talking unconditional.
I want someone to love, who loves
me as much as I love them.
Someone to have a trust with, an understanding.
You're all right, Dad.
We'll get our own.
I want a meeting of minds.
So
(SINGING) Can anybody find me somebody to love?
Each morning I get up I die a little.
Can barely stand on my feet.
Take a look.
Take a look in the mirror and I cry.
Lord, what you're doing to me.
I spent all my years in believing you,
but I just can't get no relief, Lord.
Somebody, somebody, somebody, somebody, can anybody find me--
Fuck that.
I'm not on my last legs yet.
I've got so much love to give.
I just need someone to give it to.
Got Trixie on a special, you and a mate, twos up, 20 quid,
chicken in a basket.
As much advocaat as you can hold down.
And she's as tight as a gnat's chuff since her trip
to Thailand.
Then just when you least expect it,
just what you least expect.
You paid for it?
Charitable donation.
And it's a her, not an it.
Vermin in China.
Bit of soy sauce, spring onion.
Main course in Vietnam.
Filthy fuckers.
Dusty doesn't like being watched when she eats.
Dusty?
It's the eyes.
Take the off the cat and put them
on a blond bird with a beehive, and she'll
be singing "Son of a Preacher Man," I'm telling ya.
Oh.
Surprise.
Eternity ring.
Stones are guaranteed shatterproof,
color never fades.
I think it's symbolic. Eternal.
Because there's no beginning and no end.
Like your love for Kelly.
100% cubic zirconia.
So the cat's for?
She needed a home.
And so does Pissy Percy from the subway.
You better not be dragging him back here.
The ring.
You've only just put it down.
I will slit the little bastards guts open, Micky.
She might not have eaten it.
Oh, yeah, then where the fuck's it gone?
Half an hour max.
Die now.
Come to Daddy.
Grandy's called me up to Bradford.
Granddad?
For?
Wants to see the books, see how I'm managing the place.
But I'm not going.
Might cut your supplies off.
He can cut my balls off.
Going nowhere.
Got a couple of cars need your Midas
touch over the next few days.
Need you to drop one off, pick one up tomorrow.
I'm helping Ches at the shop.
I did mention it, J.
Well, if they're not clean, there won't be a drop tomorrow.
There's no drop, there's no job the next day.
Ches pay as well as I do?
I'll sort it.
Clean a few cars for us.
I'll get your cleaning stuff.
You're not eating into my profit's.
You get your own.
I'll bother you later for the where and when.
Child labor.
Put the great in Britain.
Once upon a time you could rely on a spliff
to do what it says on the tint.
These days, takes a quarter to do the job
of what an eighth used to.
See?
Who'd have thought getting stoned
in this day and age would be such a fucking problem?
No offense.
What the fuck's that?
Language.
What's it look like?
Like my allergy in a fake house.
If she goes, the mice stay.
Your call.
Mice?
Shane reckons she swallowed the ring he got for Kell.
Just waiting for nature to take its course.
Can you do it outside?
I mean, the baby.
You're right.
The laxatives will be kicking in any second now.
Laxatives?
Ah!
Any luck?
Any washing missing?
No.
What's up?
Something missing off our washing line.
What?
My nickers.
How many pairs?
Just the one.
That's open.
Bradford ain't my dream destination.
This one.
At least it will get me away from her.
She's all right, Sita.
She a good girl?
They're all good girls to you till the second
after you fuck them.
Come on, we've only got half an hour.
Well, I need to pack.
Auntie Uzma's done it.
Socks and undies for the week.
Couple of vests.
Right.
Laters, bro.
I'm leaving you in charge.
Not her.
You got that?
Ta-da.
An eternity ring?
Yeah, took a fucking eternity to get it out of that thing.
Explain.
The ring was stuck in her ring,
so the vet had to do a quick procedure.
Got it out.
Realized she wasn't feeling herself, did a blood test,
and then she's dying.
She's got the AIDS.
Maybe the kindest thing would be to spare her any more pain.
It might be wise to just think about getting her put to sleep.
Would you have had Liberace put down?
No.
Freddy Mercury?
No.
Dusty will die surrounded by love.
My love.
Does she look like she's any sort of danger--
Sweet Jesus, Micky, you could be infected.
Got an Spaghetti-Os?
We've got Alphabetti.
I'm dyslexic.
30 quid could flow.
I've took 32 pound 8 since you've left,
so that's 62 pound 8 count there.
Can you stomach beans with your, you know, weakness?
Is anyone serving?
Yeah, sorry, one minute.
I'll handle this.
3.69, please?
I can eat them just as long as I'm sitting down.
Thank you.
Count there.
When I cash up.
I do not rob mates.
Ches told me to look after the place,
and that's what I'll be doing, whether you like it or not.
You got that?
MEENA: Loud and clear.
If I get my hands on you, I'll have your bollocks for eatings.
Are you OK?
No, my nickers have gone again.
Think we should get the police involved?
What are those useless bastards gonna do?
Mimi, you're not the only woman around here.
Avril's in danger, Leticia's in danger.
Danger of what?
There's a sexual deviant on the loose.
Throw a rough round here, you'd hit a dozen.
Someone's stealing underwear.
Maybe the best thing is to dry them indoors from now on.
I'm not having my behavior dictated to
by some fucking nuts.
The knickers stay.
Where's my pussy?
It kicked Stella off with her asthma.
We have to keep it away from the baby.
I want that thing out.
It's a fucking liability.
I didn't know you could get queer cats.
Dusty's female.
How the fuck did she gets the AIDS then?
Is she a cat lesbian?
Can lesbians get the AIDS?
How can you even think like that?
It's the 21st century, for fuck's sake.
I've asked for counseling.
And how are they going to do that, you soft twat?
It's not like she can tell you how she's feeling.
For me, you bastard, not her.
She's facing a messy, painful, elong--
ulast?
A really drawn out death, and I'm
gonna guarantee a dignified ending to this lady's life.
You could have it yourself.
You can't catch the AIDS from a cat.
She fucking did.
And if you can catch it from a toilet seat.
It's all body fluids.
Not just jiss and fanny batter.
It's tears, spit, puke, piss.
I don't want one of us being the first to catch it
from a sneeze.
That's ridiculous.
So is fucking a monkey, but that's where it came from.
You don't think someone's been slotting cat one, do ya?
You can't catch the A--
it's not even called AIDS.
It's FIDS, Feline Immune DS.
Dusty needs care, and tenderness, and love.
And if you feel that there's no place in this house for her,
then there's no place for me.
Just scrapping out, but you know that already, don't ya?
I've got better things to do than sit
watching you earn minimum wage.
What is it with you?
I thought we were getting on?
Got anything for a jippy tummy?
This is a family business, not family and cousin's mates.
Jippy how?
Bit like buses.
You wait ages for one, nothing happens,
and then three come all at once.
Well, cousins may help you out there as soon as he's done.
Give you a chance to get your pulse back to normal.
How many times, Carl?
You're not my type.
I meant every time you saw me going near the till.
I handle a bit of cash, your blood pressure
goes through the roof.
You can go now.
I'll finish up.
Assuming I'm a thief.
Assuming I'll rob you blind. - I never said--
It's been like this since day one.
Grow up on a council estate, scum.
Went to a camp, scum.
Has a pint, scum.
Dad's a waster, scum.
Asian, uptight.
University, uptight.
Nondrinker, uptight.
Nonsmoker--
You know nothing about me.
Ditto.
I'm here because I know and you don't that Ches wants
to make a proper go at this.
He's working his balls off to make this work.
He asked for my help, and I said yes.
So grab that and make yourself useful or shut the F--
or get off my back.
Is your cat dead yet?
No, she fucking isn't.
This car will stink in of a matter of hours.
You're not washing, and her decaying.
I don't need this, Lilly.
Let me help ya.
Will Say take us in?
Fuck, no.
I can't stand cats.
I've got a mate taking dinner round might be able to give you
a few pointers.
Give me a shout later.
Really?
Maybe they've not been taken.
Maybe you've just misplaced them?
How do you misplace your knickers?
I'm always losing mine.
I've stopped wearing them now.
Anything can happen after a few too many vodkas.
I've not been that pissed for a long time.
Or that lucky.
Still in the washing machine maybe?
No, probably just someone having a laugh.
Just what we thought back in the summer of '74.
Lingerie flying off lines all around the estate.
Complained but police did nothing.
In my teens, went out with a girl
we used to call Yo-yo Knickers.
Used them as ankle warmers.
But one woman was singled out.
Knicker Knicker was obsessed.
Killed her in the end.
My mom told me about that.
Kept her body in the freezer.
Used to take her out every now and then.
Defrosted her for a bit of how's your father?
Outrageous.
But they only found the body when his house was broke into.
Burglar found him in bed with the corpse.
Called the Fifth.
Maybe he's back.
Something I should have told you, Micky.
You need to leave any prejudice you have at the front door.
As he's got full blown HGV.
Well, it's HI--
Hello?
Well come in.
There is nothing to fear.
No judgment here.
I know there'll be pain.
I know it will only get worse.
I can cope with all of that, I think.
I just need a bit of--
Support.
I know.
Come in.
Mind the yucca.
Feel no shame.
I don't.
Good.
Stay positive.
Pun intended.
Spam, peas, and mash, liquidized as requested.
Oh thank you very much.
I can't put anything solid in my mouth
without gagging these days.
Oh, the irony.
I'll bow out here.
Be gentle. he's quite fragile.
Kid gloves.
Be a good idea if we closed up for the night.
Concentrate on getting this finished.
I don't think you're scum.
I still think you're uptight.
Who else would use a word like uptight, you hippie?
I'm just worried about Ches, that's all.
Ches could land in a barrel a shite
and still come out shining.
It's the third time Granddad's bailed him out.
Not him exactly, but his family.
First his dad, then mom, now him.
Better do right by him, then hadn't we?
My dad left when I was nine.
Went to Pakistan to arrange a business deal,
and never came back.
Ches told me.
It was a car crash, wasn't it?
He ran off with his cousin.
Left my mom with four kids under 10.
No one else knows that.
Secret.
What you telling me for?
Coffee?
One sugar.
Don't tell Ches?
What time do you call this?
Time for you to go home.
What?
20 past 11:00.
What is this?
Fucking prohibition?
Is Eliot Ness back in town?
You know, the Untouchables, sorry, no offense.
Girls are reclaiming the night.
Some nutter on the loose, and they're
sending out a clear message.
They will not be intimidated.
He fucking will be if he claps eyes on that lot.
Look, if you're scared of him--
Oh, we shite scared of him.
Then why are you allowing said pervert to send you
home earlier than anticipated?
Eh, we're not going home merely 'cause we're scared.
We are going home to show him we're not in the least
intimidated by his behavior.
So is that some sort of reverse psychology?
All I know is I get an early night.
Oh, stay, come on.
Who in their fucking right mind's
going to sexually assault any of you lot, eh?
What? [knocking]
Thought we were closed?
You OK?
We're reclaiming the night.
Who from?
From whoever it was that took it.
There's a thief out there stealing Mimi's undergarments
to aid his onanism.
What?
He's out there now?
God help him if he is.
Imagine that poor woman and the kids she left behind.
Mom's gone to Iceland, and she's not coming back.
Give us two pints of semi-skimmed
then we'll get off.
88 pence, please, Mimi.
On me slate.
Ches has left me strict instructions,
no slates from now on.
Sorry.
She's like royalty.
Doesn't carry cash.
- I'll get you a cab. - What for?
You heard her.
There's a nutter out there.
I'll stay here.
- You can't. - Says who?
My mom says she knew from when I was an infant.
Well, how could she?
According to her, my first word was cock.
It was rejection from there on in from those that should
have cared for me the most.
I imagine my story is very similar to yours.
- What you mean? - There's no need to be coy.
Well, there's nothing wrong with my family.
Well, yeah, but they did kick you
out as soon as they found out about your condition,
didn't they?
My condition?
Oh, denial.
Your prognosis is much better than mine,
but it's still a lot to take on, isn't it?
What exactly did Lillian tell you?
Oh, my mind was too awash with Lebanon's finest at the time,
but I know you need me.
We are cut from the same cloth you and me, Micky.
Well, I don't think--
Yes, separate, but our stories are heartbreakingly similar.
Look, I think you've got the wrong end of the stick here,
Lulu.
There's no need to explain.
I know everything I need to know,
and I know that I need you to know
that as long as there is breath in my body,
there is room for you here.
And there's room for you here.
There is a price however.
I thought there might be.
A big, stiff one inside me before I nod off.
Dubonnet.
Double.
[thumping]
I need a once over from a doctor.
I am a doctor.
Not yet you're not.
I think I bust my wrist when I fell.
Can you move your fingers?
Nothing broken.
How am I going to drive for Jamie tomorrow?
You'll have to.
Like I've got nothing better to do.
If you don't cover me, I'm out of a job.
Ah, shit.
No way, Carl.
Coming over with damage.
You swatted me around the head with a bat.
Trying to kiss me.
Cheap.
You could not be more wrong.
I felt a bit woozy.
Well, if you still feel woozy in the morning,
then get to A and E.
I'm sorry about this, Lulu.
There's been an accident.
Oh, you're all right, Micky.
If it weren't for these fancy pants,
I'd be leaving a trail myself.
This isn't me.
Oh, I know.
No, no, no, there's much more to you
than just a body that's failing its function.
I need to explain myself.
This isn't even human.
What have they done to you?
You've allowed their poison, their prejudice
to warp your mind.
You fucking cunts!
He is a human being.
If you prick him, which I don't advise, by the way,
does he not bleed?
You poor, poor boy.
I'm all right.
Honest.
Fuck them.
Fuck their prejudice.
Fuck their world.
It's not that bad out there.
15 years ago I got the news, and I wept,
but the closer I get, the more it appeals.
And when I go, I want to be allowed to go.
I don't want to be strapped to some machine that's pumping
breath back into a body that's convinced
it's breathed it's last.
What I want is D-N-R written across here.
Go on.
D-N-R. Do not resuscitate.
I dictated how I live my life, I'll do the same with my death.
You'll make sure, will you.
Micky?
Of course I will.
When I slip into unconsciousness, let me go.
I will.
Not dead then.
Sorry to disappoint.
I've already eaten.
Did you make your own breakfast?
A man who can cook for himself.
There is hope for the world yet.
New job.
Early start.
He's covering for Carl while Carl covers for Chesney.
Oh, a working man now.
A little good luck present for the man bringing the cash in.
Better get off.
You don't want to be late.
My head's fine, thanks for asking.
I said I'm sorry.
Your phone's off.
I told you to keep it on.
I need you to drop that car later.
Aiden's getting it ready.
It should be done around 1:00ish.
Here's the address.
The car you need to pick up is at the same address, OK?
Cool.
Say, yeah, and I'll agree to drop the charges.
To what?
And what charges?
Do my driving and ABH.
You know, twatting me head, nearly busting my hand.
Joking aside, I'll be out of a job if that car's not dropped.
Well, it's no good looking at me.
What You can't drive?
Shit.
You seeing this?
He's done a cracking job.
I hope he'll be rewarded for his efforts.
Yeah. Yeah.
If you're still in the mood, Aiden,
the pub could do with a going over.
Let me get a photo.
Bend down like you're cleaning the wheels.
I feel stupid.
You look stupid.
I've been worried sick that some nutter's been tracking me
down, and all along it was him.
How dare you hit him.
Oh, stop it.
Just fucking stop it now.
Oh, Mom, fucking hell.
Spare the rod.
Spoil the child.
Is that what Stella has to look forward to?
Fucking hell, Libby!
I'm not gonna smack her, am I, soft shite?
She's a girl.
Oh, so it's just the lads, is it?
No wonder they've turned out as well as they have.
I know the reality of bringing lads up,
and if you're not firm with them, tough with them,
then you've fucked them up for life.
Don't ask.
Oh, God.
Sweet Jesus.
It's too late now, isn't it?
It's too late now.
Fucking Spanish onions for your cat medicine.
Too late to take them out now, isn't it, Dusty?
Sorry, Lulu.
She had an accident.
I feel like I sprung a leak myself sometimes.
Maybe later.
Will you just give that a stir while I get rid of this?
You know, before you came, the very day before you came,
I felt like I was coming to the end.
I thought what the fuck have you got to live for, Lulu.
Who the fuck.
I realized I had nothing at all maybe except that liquefied pot
of noodles and power ballads.
And I found myself praying to God for a sign,
and the very next day in you walked looking for advice.
I'm a lucky man.
Thank you, God.
Thank you, Micky.
Listen, I'm going to put the feelers out for a flat,
so we won't be under your feet for too long.
You being here, sweet boy, is no problem.
No problem at all.
Divine.
Homemade food and good company, what could be better?
[cat screeching]
Phone an ambulance.
She's having a fit.
Phone an ambulance.
Where we off to then?
I had the address here.
Jaime gave it to me before.
Just give him a shout.
MEENA: And say what?
Oh, you know that address you gave me, well,
dick head has lost it already.
Sat nav.
With any luck, the Home button should do it.
GPS: In 500 meters, turn left.
Not as daft as you look, are you?
No, but you are.
GPS: You've reached your destination.
So where's this car you're picking up then?
Could be parked anywhere.
Be that one, or that one.
Oh, another satisfied customer.
I only reported it missing this morning.
About an hour or so ago.
So where did you find it?
Can you fetch me some ID, so I can match car
registration documents, please?
I'll get the paperwork.
For fuck's sake, get back in.
Come on. - What?
The car's robbed.
This was where it was robbed from.
Seat on.
Near 200 quid to the fucking vet.
Only to be told the reason she was having difficulty breathing
was she had more merry wine in her system than a Rastafarian
with a bad habit, and her collar was too tight.
Sorry.
I appreciate your concern for the creature, Micky,
but for fuck's sake, she's a twatting cat.
That's not exactly the point.
It is when you're talking to someone who's looking death
in their face, who puts their head on the pillow
never knowing whether they're going to wake up again.
Keep your voice down.
You're upsetting Dusty.
Fuck Dusty.
Fuck her.
What about me?
Why is it always about you with people like you, eh?
God, every person in my life, it's me, me, me, me, me.
And you know what Lulu, I've had enough.
Where are you going?
It's not right, me being here.
I know you need someone, but it isn't me.
Don't leave.
You've been really kind to me, Lulu.
And while I've been here, I've learned
a really valuable lesson, but in the end, it's just me.
I'm on my own.
The doctor's given me one month!
I don't want to die alone.
We all die alone.
I'll tell Lillian.
I'll get in touch wit the support group.
Don't leave me, you hard hearted bastard.
Get off.
I know your suffering.
I understand better than any mother any brother any lover.
It's not me, OK?
I didn't mean to lie to you about the AIDS thing,
but it's Dusty who's got it.
I mentioned it to Lillian, and she said that you
might be able to help us.
You lied.
I tried to tell you, but you wouldn't listen.
And then it just went on too far, and--
Picking over my life, my disease, to help that.
Get out.
You deserve everything that's coming to you.
Get out.
Well, drop dead, you twisted old fruit.
Fuck.
Shit.
Fuck.
Shit.
Phone.
Fuck.
Oh, shit.
Help!
Help.
Thanks very much.
Cunt.
I couldn't just let you die.
Why?
Because I wouldn't be able to live with myself.
You might have fucked up your own life,
but you're not fucking up mine.
The medic said you've not been taking your meds.
- What's the use. - Right.
Here's the deal.
I stick around as long as you're still
breathing on the understanding that you
just stop your fucking moaning.
I don't need it.
You're staying?
If you kick off again, I'm gone.
You can drown in your own piss for all I care.
You got that?
Loud and clear.
There's going to be a few changes.
I'm gonna decorate.
Something bright and welcoming.
We could re-carpet.
New couch.
Some drapes.
That's curtains.
Cost a bit.
Well, I've got a few bobs stashed.
I can dip into the funeral fund.
And there's a quiz every Sunday at the Seaman's Arms.
We're going.
I don't--
When was the last time you partied?
Lady Di's funeral.
I threw some flowers in the canal, got trollied on GHB,
came home, locked the door, and that was it.
So it's a quiz for starters, then we can hit a few clubs.
There's plenty of '80s nights and that,
so you'll be able to throw a few shapes.
There's a big world out there, Lulu, a fucking big world.
This calls for a celebration.
No, no, no, no.
Let's do it properly.
Bubbly.
[whistling]
MICKY: Hey, stop looking at me ass.
[sirens]
In about 10 seconds, I want you
to slam on, get out and run.
Strip your jacket and dump it just in case they clock you
and get a description out, OK?
What about you?
I'll get in the driver's seat, so hopefully, they'll
follow me, and you'll be able to get away.
- Your hand. - I was lying.
I just wanted you with me.
They'll follow me, and I'll ditch the car
as soon as I get a chance.
And if you don't get the chance?
Brake now. Now.
Sorry.
If I'd known the car was robbed, I would have never
have put you in that position.
I swear to God.
Right.
It's nicely chilled.
I got some pie and a few baps.
Some nuts and crisps.
I thought we could have a bit of a do, you know?
Not the cheap shit, either.
Only the best for us.
I can teach you, and you can teach me.
We'll face it all together.
Get each other through.
Just me and you against the world, eh, Lulu.
No.
There you go.
Have a nice glass.
Thanks.
You didn't know he was Beirut?
Fruit? Queer?
I don't know.
I don't think so.
One of God's innocents, aren't ya?
He was a gayer.
No.
I used to work in a bar in the gay village years
before it was the gay village.
The laughs we used to have, such good people to be with,
life and soul of the party.
But then when the pub's shut, and the clubs and the bars,
they go home alone and cry themselves to sleep.
So it's down to you to organize his send off.
But will you help, 'cause I don't know where to start.
He gave me his card and pin number.
He took to you, didn't he?
He didn't, I mean, he didn't, you know, charge you rent?
Make you pay in-kind?
Jesus, did he try it on with ya?
He was just lonely.
Just wanted a bit of company.
What a way to live, eh?
It don't have to be like this though, does it?
I mean, if his family would have just
accepted him for what he was.
His family rejected him?
Bastards.
No mates?
Long gone.
Address book.
We should see if we can trace any of his family.
Why?
Fuckers never gave a shit when he was around.
Why would they be asked when he's not?
I didn't know Phillip for long, Lulu.
But I did know the pain he was in.
Not because of his illness particularly,
but from the scars he covered from years of rejection
by those he held dear.
Those he loved, who couldn't love
him back because of who he was.
What he was.
He knew that once he stood up and said, I am what I am,
there'd be a price to pay.
Years of loneliness and isolation.
His only friends a half-witted old woman and his doctor.
You're wrong.
He have the courage to live his life his way.
To die his way.
A life with no compromise, with no regard
for the scorn and disappointment heaped on him by those nearest.
Those who should have moved him no matter what.
What do you mean by that?
You know what I'm talking about.
Are you insinuating that I reject my own brother
because he were gay?
We all know you couldn't face him for years.
I had him around Christmas, New Year's, Easter, birthdays.
Guilt getting to you, is it?
You cheeky fucker.
Get off him.
A couple of times when I was younger,
I tried to broach the subject of it.
He'd have none of it.
Not the story he told me.
Not the story he told anyone.
Disappeared in 1985.
All Mom got was a postcard saying
that he were living in London.
Not to bother trying to find him.
Well, you're mom never liked him anyway.
He was the apple of her eye.
Broke her heart when he went.
She used to say to me, how come he didn't tell me?
Trust me, the thought for one second no one love him.
He said, you rejected him.
You all did.
When we were kids, Momma sang to us.
I loved you from the moment that you went to this world,
and I'll never stop.
I'll love you for all time.
Eternity.
The only one who had trouble believing that were Philip.
You knew?
All the time you knew?
What he were?
Who he were.
Didn't stop me loving him any less.
Thanks for doing what you did.
He hadn't even suffered anything.
Just a big, lying puff.
He was lying to protect himself.
Think so?
It was himself he couldn't face.
That's what his brother said.
And he's right.
How sad is that?
You're better off saying, aren't you really?
Just summon up the courage and say,
a life lived lying is like a life half lived.
Honesty is the best policy.
Now, I've got to admit.
I'd fucking freak if it was one of mine,
do you know what I mean?
Too late.
Spend the rest of my life wondering what
the fuck it was I'd done wrong.
I mean, is it genetic?
Something they learn?
What makes a lad like cock?
I mean, apart from his own like.
And arse's?
Could never get me head around that.
Dusty?
He'll be out on the prowl somewhere.
Dusty?
Where is she?
Where is she, you fucking--
Fuck off with that Billy Casper routine.
What have you done with his cat?
Why you so fucking bothered?
It was just a cat.
It was his cat.
You haven't?
Fuck's sake, Shane.
You haven't?
Haven't what?
It was sitting on Stella's face, what
the fuck am I supposed to do?
Leave her?
Where is she?
In the bin, where she belongs.
KELLY: You bastard, Shane.
You fucking bastard.
MICKY: They say I got a lot of water in my brain,
got no common sense.
I got nobody left to believe in.
I used to think Freddie was singing
about me when I heard that.
But I know I have.
And I know they're out there just waiting for me.
All I have to do is find him.
[theme music]
Would you like me to be the cat?
Yes, please.
Don't be frightened.
Here's some milk.
You like that, don't ya?