Anyone watching, thinking we know fuck
all about knowing fuck all about owt,
needs to watch their backs.
Ow!
So you've had your labor reclassifying skunk
sending prices sky-high, literally, literally, taking
the grass of it's own roots.
Now you've got your Con-dem nation,
liberals noshing Tories like alter boys picking dimps up.
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 average
with irony in Chatsworth.
Well, for fuck's sake, we live in Manchester,
and they charge us for water.
I wandered lonely as a clown, necking mushrooms rarely found.
Green and pleasant land in ancient times.
Fucking bastard!
FRANK: Yak, yak, yak, yak, yak, yak, yak yak.
It's not theirs anymore.
This is our England now.
[cheering]
Party!
[moody music playing]
PATTY (VOICEOVER): Can someone please
explain the criteria for a lie to be a little white lie?
Who's standard are we measuring this by?
Why don't we have labels for other sizes of lies?
Lies that are off-white?
Or darkening shades of gray?
Until in the end they turn to big, dirty,
pitch-black abominations?
KAREN: Uh oh.
Uh oh.
A big rub.
Wow!
[children laughing]
Pains me to admit it, but I never
thought she would be this good.
Uh, need to change the barrel, yeah?
[sigh]
What for?
[commotion]
Jamie!
[band playing]
[sigh]
Oh, shit.
You taking the piss?
Mom, mom, leave it.
Leave it.
[celebrating]
[laughter]
[mellow music playing]
Just couldn't go quietly, could he?
Lady Diana had less people lining the streets.
God bless the soul.
[scoffs]
When did he die?
You all right?
What are you doing?
(MOCKINGLY) Ooh.
Surprised they weren't wearing balaclavas.
[knocking]
Ooh, that's a pretty one.
(EXASPERATED) It's fucking lovely, Mimi!
Right. How's it going, man?
You all right? - Fine.
Hi, Adam.
How's it going, man?
Good.
MICKEY: Hey, I though the IRA gave all the guns to the filth.
[cocking guns]
Yeah, but plenty slipped through the net.
- A shame. - Good stuff.
- Cheers, mate. - Cheers.
Thanks.
MIMI: See you, love.
Take care.
Nice weapon.
[laughs]
Talk about drawing attention there.
JAMIE: He's not stupid.
Now the police think he's dead.
He can start all over.
So where is he?
Gone off to Thailand, didn't he?
[knocking]
SHANE: He's sipping cocktails on a beach somewhere in Koh Samui.
MIMI: Or hanging out with some underage brass in Patpingpong.
MICKEY: Yeah. - Ugh, fuck this.
MAN: Hi, Mimi.
Hi.
Fill your boots, lads.
[radio playing]
RADIO ANNOUNCER: A Moss-side man has been arrested
on suspicions of arson.
The arrest follows a three-month long
investigation of a suspected firebomb attack on a house in--
I need pushing to Chesney's.
Well, why can't he take you?
He's got to further his education
so he ends up nothing like you.
[sigh]
Oh, spare the fucking rub, Patty.
This is the 21st century.
You can't buy a flagon mead in the Jockey, you know.
And live rent free, as well.
Well, helping out covers that.
Tinned food and chip shops?
Uptight bitch.
How many fucking brain cells is that going to help me barter?
Take a look around, Frank.
All those child benefits?
Long gone.
Carl looks after me.
Occasionally.
It's my money that keeps you going.
Plus, I couldn't trust you with any more than a tenner.
It was a one-off.
You think I'd risk bankrolling such disgusting behavior
at Lillian's again?
It's a proven, timeless cure for love-sickness.
Even if you can't get it up?
[music playing]
You should never have driven Libby away.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
If you'd kept it in your pants, she'd still be here.
Cigs please, Ches.
And some green papers.
Hiya.
[music playing]
Chesney!
How long have you been there?
You need to speak up, love.
I'll have you for discrimination.
Doubt it.
Keep your pork faggots.
Hey, little one.
Procession was a bit OTT, wasn't it?
You just practiced looking sad.
I had the tears my clown.
How is business?
KAREN: Demand is definitely there.
Could do four parties tomorrow if I had the staff.
The staff?
Ugh, shit.
I have. I've double-booked.
Look, relying on other people could be hard work.
I thought you were supporting me.
You know I am.
So then why do you keep avoiding me?
I-- I love what you're doing.
KAREN: Lend us 500 quid then.
- It's cheap for a reason-- - No--
- Karen. - No.
It's not cheap when you see what it can do.
You look after me, and I might show you what I can do.
[chatter]
What's up with you?
You're still missing Libby, are you?
[laughs] Hello, Vernon Francis doesn't lose
any kip because the lady's split-ass
can't deal with the heat.
Everyone can see right through you.
Tell me, do I look bothered?
PATTY: Don't feel sorry for him.
You all saw how he treated her.
25% off any of the girls, except Marcie and Mandy--
they've just been vaggazled.
Swarovski.
PATTY: Ugh.
FRANK: Do I look like some low-life punter
with zero self-respect?
No offense, of course.
Suit yourself.
Huh.
Ah.
[futuristic sounds]
PATTY: Ugh!
This bloody pub.
She'll be perfect.
I just need two more now.
Huh, you've got no chance.
KAREN: Where there's a will--
PATTY: I'm sick of it.
How am I supposed to get in and out on my own.
Now what are you winging on about?
Your toilet-- couldn't swing a cat in there.
MIMI: Oh, yak, yak, yak.
Buy a drink or shut the fuck up.
PATTY: If they're too small, I'll
have you for discrimination.
Hey!
Whoa, fucking Dr Quinn, Medicine Woman.
Lower than a rattlesnake's clout.
- Ugh. - Agreed.
What?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What are you doing?
There's nothing worse--
grasses make me sick.
I haven't done anything.
And there's nothing for you to do if you're already barred.
Stop!
[smack]
Back at the gaff, Strangelove.
[scoff]
I know they weren't together anymore,
but Mimi has just lost her husband.
Well, that scose bitch shouldn't
speak to me like that.
They're gangsters!
[scoffs] More plastic than a Tupperware party.
I remember when Manchester had real villain's.
[chuckles] Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Old-school QSG.
Those old fuckers wouldn't last 10 minutes in the streets
today.
You don't mess with the Maguires.
Half-breed tinkers?
Don't scare me.
Here, read that bit.
"2.2 by 1.8."
Mm hmm.
"With a minimum turning circle of 1.5 meters."
Right.
Come on.
That's it there.
PATTY: See?
Knew it-- miles out!
Pass me the phone.
It's about time somebody stood up to those bullies.
[dialing phone]
POLICEMAN: Sorry for your loss.
MIMI: Thank you.
[cork popping]
[cheerful music playing]
[celebrating]
That's every police station in South Manchester.
Something wrong with your legs?
What am I supposed to put the ale in?
[frantic music playing]
[laughing]
Do us a favor, will you?
Collect some glasses.
Oh, I've done a lot worse, for a lot less.
I'm going to go lay down a minute.
[music intensifies]
Why can't you juggle like that?
Because that nob-head was born a clown.
[mimes gunshot]
Karma police.
Paddy McGuire, bang, to rights.
Hey, what's the odds that old nick-knack paddy-whack
drifting off, all peaceful, with a smile on his napper?
[scoffs] No chance.
Chuckie ar la.
Bet half of him is not even in there.
You know what I mean?
[mimes saw]
[music playing from ear buds]
Think he is chopped up?
What happened to you chatting me up?
Well, what's the point if you won't let me do anything?
A guy at the shop gave me this, just to watch
me bend over from behind.
I only want a kiss.
A kiss is actual contact--
intimate.
Even prostitutes don't do that.
I'll have to work out what it's worth.
- What do we want? - Toilets!
- When do we want them? - Now!
PATTY: What do we want? CROWD: Toilets!
What the--
- When do we want them? - Now!
What do we want?
Toilets!
You are having a laugh!
[commotion]
- What do we want? - Toilets!
When do we want them?
Now!
Get the fuck away from my pub!
[gasps]
They're disabled!
So they should know better!
PATTY: You stupid bitch.
[shouting]
This is a peaceful demonstration.
[smacking]
Someone call the police.
MICKEY: Jamie!
[sigh]
[shouting]
PATTY: Get away from me you lunatic!
You're getting it for being on the premises!
Leave her alone!
Jamie!
[frantic music playing]
Jamie, do something!
Mom!
We don't need any trouble with that coffin around.
We'll do it.
Someone see's sense.
You'll change both toilets?
Men's and women's.
CROWD: Yay!
And a ramp?
CROWD: Yay!
- And am I still barred? - No.
CROWD: Yay!
It's the right thing to do.
[frantic music playing]
[gasps]
[honking]
KAREN: Jamie!
Jamie!
[frantic music playing]
Jamie.
[laughter]
Jamie!
Ugh.
KAREN: J!
Wonder how he really died.
Probably had a heart attack.
A bit young.
My cousin's got one of these.
[key clinks]
You don't break into gangster's houses.
I think I just worked out what a kiss might be worth--
a picture of Paddy on your phone.
[music playing]
[sigh]
WOMAN: Letitia!
AIDAN: Wait.
Ugh.
[laughs]
What happened?
You tell me.
You fainted.
Ugh.
Jamie. [laughter]
[music playing]
[laughter]
[camera snapping]
Ah, isn't he funny, Jamie?
[camera snapping]
[laughter]
[choking]
[laughter]
Oh.
JAMIE: They've set me under ever since.
KAREN: And I thought you were a big, hard, fearless gangster.
Stop - This can't get out, Karen.
Of course not. JAMIE: I'm serious.
Any sign of weakness and people pounce.
KAREN: Tony Soprano went to a shrink.
Karen.
OK.
I get it.
[music playing]
- Hi! - Oh, Karen, don't!
Shh.
OK, OK.
It'll be OK.
Please.
I promise it will be all right.
See?
Ugh.
Just let it go.
Karen, please.
I'm fucking begging you.
Shh.
This will work. Don't be scared.
[whimpering]
Come on.
No.
KAREN: OK.
[sirens wailing]
[dogs barking]
Are you some kind of pervert?
You owe me.
You didn't even get a photo-op.
What if I got something better?
Uh, are you stupid?
We could sell it.
We?
Leave it out. What if it--
[gunshot]
[music playing]
The trigger's a bit--
[car alarm sounding]
What are you doing?
[screaming]
Get away from here.
Outside. [car alarm sounding]
Just now.
Two shots.
Quickly.
[hangs up]
Should never have left Longsight.
You all right?
That's all that matters.
[police sirens wailing]
[sigh]
MIMI: How would I know if anyone was out to get us?
Could be kids fucking about.
Why would we have enemies?
POLICEMAN: Just part of the investigation, Mrs. Maguire.
[radio chatter]
I'd like to know which grass reported this bullshit, though.
[music playing]
KELLY-MARIE: These things dig right into me tits.
Fucking Gunchester-- give me the Dingle any day.
Well, that was every wrong one in town,
and nobody's owning up to firing a gun.
It seems like our enemies are laying low.
Right.
[hangs up]
Well, go on.
The police.
JAMIE: Ah, now they really are taking the piss.
Not commiserating for Paddy.
Mental Macca got killed last night.
They haven't got a body though.
No but half his brain's left splattered on a wall.
How'd you know anyway?
[music playing]
He wouldn't "no" for an answer.
We had no choice.
Is nothing sacred?
It's an empty coffin!
With your father's name on it.
It was a lot less messy than chopping Macca up.
The bizzies just said that whoever killed
Mental Macca is shooting at us.
KELLY-MARIE: Why would they say that?
MIMI: The bullet casings they found are from the same gun.
Oh, bullocks.
They can't be.
SHANE: Maybe it's their idea of a joke.
MIMI: Oh, funny.
Very fucking funny.
Yeah.
Do you want to rearrange?
OK.
Bye.
[hangs up]
What's up?
Another cancellation.
What's wrong with you?
Nothing.
I just need to check something.
Oh, what have you done with our daughter?
I paid her off.
Will teach her bad habits.
AVRIL: She'll need plenty if she's to get what she wants.
[water spraying] - Oh, I know what you want.
[laughter]
Mhm.
[laughter]
[squeak]
And the warriors climbed off the unicorns and dived
into the crystal pool, which made their shorts
go all see-through.
And all the children lived happily ever after.
What's Mental Macca doing in there?
Ow, whoa, what have I done?
Where is it?
What?
The gun.
I thought we'd sold them all.
JAMIE: The one with my prints on it.
Ah.
[hits table]
JACKSON: That big, daft afro was the only reason
you went out with me.
Is that what you reckon?
My comb at an angle, Tachinni track suit,
break dancing at West Wythy with Jason Orange.
I sure picked the right one then.
I could spin on my head better than him.
Only because you had more padding.
Round two, upstairs?
Mhm.
I'll be waiting.
[intense music playing]
[music playing]
CHILDREN: Bye!
[laughing]
MEN: Hey!
PATTY: I'm delighted the landlord has
seen fit to cater to our needs.
It's about time more people stood up
for what they know to be right.
Three cheers for Patty. Hip, hip--
- Hooray! - Hip, hip--
MEN: Hooray! - At least they're spending.
MAN: Hip, hip-- MEN: Hooray!
We'll take to the road, and show no mercy for any business
that fails to meet the basic levels of support needed
by everyone in this community.
[cheering]
[bell ringing]
How was it?
Not bad.
Come on, over here.
[snickers]
CARL: I always knew you were a clown, Micky.
KAREN: So who's got the best tips?
What happened?
[music playing]
Ooh hoo.
Who wants to see some magic kids?
Want to play?
[sniffs]
Ooh.
[squirts]
[laughter]
Ow.
[laughter]
Ow.
So no one got paid?
I had to pay them for compo.
But I'll cover it.
KAREN: Do you know how much this gear costs?
We'll do better next time.
- Please, Karen, I love my job. - Me too.
KELLY-MARIE: Must be true what they say,
old Dr Time can heal all wounds with the help
of a crushed-up Viagra and a gram of Charlie.
[snickering]
MAN: Jamie, get Patty whatever she wants.
A single malt.
FRANK: Pint, Mimi.
Your fetid little maggot's back in working order then?
What are you on about?
Libby's better off away from such filth.
FRANK: Lest we forget, your own daughter
fucked off on you as well.
KAREN: Because you filled her head full of romance
and turned out to be a gobshite.
Ah, and has she been in touch with her dear
old mom to tell her how she is?
Treat her to a coffee?
Let her know where the fuck she's even gone?
[scoffs]
Son?
[music playing]
[knocking]
Where is he?
Aidan!
I'm on the radio in a second.
That's nice.
Are you listening to your favorite great auntie
on the wireless?
You're my only great auntie.
Record it for us.
Did you hear back?
It wasn't there.
And they're not saying anything-- they're
just messing with my head.
You two get it on yet?
PATTY: I'm on the radio in a minute, Carl.
Yeah, nice one. I need a few Z's.
I had another late one.
ANCHOR (ON RADIO): We will now discuss mathematics
and science in older children.
The governments latest drive to raise
standards in math and science--
Aidan!
Aid-- Carl!
It's about to start.
ANCHOR (ON RADIO): --immediate review of the education system.
That's all the news.
But now, here's the Someone come and just turn it up!
--sunshine, mainly in the afternoon.
Generally southeasterly breeze with warm temperatures
and highs of 20 to 22 degrees Celsius.
[music playing]
PATTY (ON RADIO): More people stood up
for what they know to be right.
MAN (ON RADIO): Three cheers for Patty.
Hip, hip-- MEN (ON RADIO): Hooray!
MAN (ON RADIO): Hip, hip-- MEN (ON RADIO): Hooray!
MAN: Hey, look everyone, it's Patty!
[cheering]
We heard you on the radio, Patty!
Give her what she wants!
Whiskey.
Again.
No gratitude for getting your mates in?
A sheet of plywood and a brick?
MIMI: I know.
Wish I would have thought of it earlier.
And again.
MAN 1: Patty, come and join us!
MAN 2: Yeah, come and have a drink!
Come on.
Yeah, you should go and celebrate!
Children.
of the revolution!
Chorlton nil, wheelies one, eh, Patty.
No, it's a wonderful day, my sister of Shankly.
Especially when the drinks are on those close to you.
[chuckles]
Well done, Patty.
Well, aren't we popular.
What do you want to keep your mouth shut?
80-20 on the disability benefits.
No Chaffs
Huh.
Hey, everyone!
Come on!
A big cheer for Patty!
[cheering]
Yeah, fucking, fucking, whoa!
Your call.
Yeah. Come on!
Drinks all around!
[cheering]
Wheelies, what's your pleasure?
Come on.
[laughing]
[upbeat music playing]
[laughter[]
1, 2, 3, 4, 5-- look at that one--
6.
[cheering]
Cheeky f--
[frantic music playing]
Oi!
Leave it alone.
Chatworth's my patch.
Yeah?
It's a free market.
Ugh.
Fuck you!
Ah!
MEN: Hey.
[chuckling]
MAN: Come on, guys.
That's got to be worth 50 quid.
Cheers, love.
Here, girls.
Do you want to leave us your numbers?
You might be able to get some business.
KAREN: That'll come in handy.
[cash register sound]
No, I'm really sorry.
Right now, I can't make Cody's birthday party.
It's very important.
Sorry.
[sigh]
No word?
Maybe the filth are playing games with us.
Why would they?
Because that's the sort of bullshit they pull.
Would the police fire a gun through your mom's window?
JAMIE: Well, somebody has.
It's doing me head in.
Silver lining--
I am cutting on all the clowns around here.
[intense music playing]
[cat screeching]
FRANK: Fallen down the stairs the day
before your daughter's wedding?
That's right.
All the way down?
I needed an operation, didn't I?
Impeccable timing.
She was too good for him.
Oh, too good for all of them if it means leaving you.
180 a week disability is no lottery win.
Hey, keeps the wolves at bay.
Stop showing off-- drawing attention.
People know I can't stand the sight of you.
[door knob turning]
CARL: Clean off, mate. [inaudible]
Clean off.
[interposing voices]
FRANK: Hello, boys.
Grab a plate.
I've made plenty.
[opens cabinet]
MIMI: Here yo go.
And yours, Mimi.
I just laid it all out on a plate didn't I?
Changed man.
Virtually went down on my knees, and still she went.
She always thought she was better than she was.
And then she threw it all back in my face.
MIMI: I've seen women like it all my life.
PATTY: She just wanted respect.
She's taking us to the cleaners, Frank.
Oh, well, she's blagged lesser men than you.
Real mover and shaker.
You see where Libby got it from.
PATTY: Don't bad mouth my daughter in public.
The teeniest bit of effort-- that's all she needed to make,
Lilian.
PATTY: Me, me, me.
Why do you really think she left?
You wouldn't have dared.
She wanted to give it another go with you.
No matter.
I begged and reminded her you're nothing but a useless piss-pot.
So you told her that you could walk--
Maybe I needed to come clean.
--just so she'd fuck off?
Unburden myself of a hateful lie.
And if knowing the truth helped her to find
the strength to move on--
FRANK: And I've been running after, you like
a busy cunt, for four months.
Mm hmm.
And for what it's worth, you'll carry on.
Oh.
Eh.
Uh, excuse me.
Oi, hey.
Fellow Jockey-ites!
Get on this.
Sss.
Fuck!
Christ!
Don't do it.
Yeeh!
[chuckles]
Is this a blagger I see before me?
Frank.
You taking the piss?
She can, you know?
As in, when requested.
Yeah.
I saw her.
Go on, show them.
Rambling madmen.
Oh.
What did you see?
Well, did I-- humph.
"Ooh, listen to me on wireless."
Tic. Tok.
Tic.
Click. Tok.
Pfff.
[interposing voices]
PATTY: Do you enjoy reminding me I'm a cripple?
Now, now, Patty.
Change the description.
No, that's what I try--
try every morning, because I pray for a miracle every night.
And one-- one time in 1,000, I get the strength
to force myself up, and manage to whole second
suspended on my feet before I always fall back down again.
MAN: Leave her alone, you bully.
She's suffered enough.
[sniffles]
Oh, you're good.
Come here, you fucking fraud!
[gasps]
MAN: Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Frank, Frank.
Wolololo!
[shouting]
No wonder fucking Libby left.
MIMI: That's enough.
OK, OK, OK, OK.
MAN 1: Whoa! MAN 2: Hey!
MIMI: Frank!
I'm warning you!
[shouting]
You lying, twisted, piss-stained old fraud!
PATTY: You soft-arsed, bone-idle tramp.
Libby's gone for good!
[intense music playing]
[shouting] Oh!
MIMI: Come on!
MAN: I'll kill him!
PATTY: Help!
Ah! - See?
She-- she can feel it!
I told you!
Whoa!
WOMAN: Leave her alone!
FRANK: Oh!
Oh, my god.
MAN: He's right.
You.
[scoffs]
She can walk.
Hallelujah.
Oh, for fuck's sake.
How brain dead can you get?
Hope it was worth it.
[music playing]
So what about Mickey and Lilian?
KAREN: No, I haven't got the booking.
This stuff costs a bump to hire.
It wasn't because I was smoking weed?
KAREN: I'm just not ready to expand.
Whatever it is, don't do it.
I know she knows I know they've got it.
Maybe they haven't.
Maybe it fell through a hole.
Like I wouldn't have fell
A hole in the floor.
What are you doing?
When
You still owe me a kiss.
You owe me a photo.
When did you get that?
Last night.
Send it to me then.
Kiss first. [sigh]
Standing.
[sigh]
SHANE: Look, I've told you, Kelly hates guns.
All I'm saying is she's capable.
She lies for a living.
What's that supposed to mean?
She tells nonces she loves them all day long.
Karen is no angel.
Go on.
SHANE: She knew you were selling guns too, you know?
She never even goes around there.
I know for a fact Kelly did not take that gun.
Well, by my reckon, then that only leaves you!
Whoa.
JAMIE: You going to give your new boyfriend a kiss.
Get off me.
Again, where's the gun?
I don't know what you mean!
JAMIE: Look what we do to people--
do you think we give a fuck if you go in the ground as well?
[laughing]
[whimpering]
Have it your way.
[laughing]
No!
No, stop it!
Stop!
I took it home.
Ugh.
You.
You better hope they haven't sold it.
Check upstairs.
[sigh]
Who's a lucky boy then.
[music playing]
Ah, fu--
So you want to play with fire, do you?
[whimpering]
No!
[squirts water]
[upbeat music playing]
Hey boy.
Someone start the DJ's.
Hey, here we go.
Hey girl.
Hey boy.
Someone start the DJ's.
Hey, here we go.
Hey girl.
[cheering]
Hey, here we go.
No!
Ah!
[cheering]
MAN: Get them off.
[cheering]
[ominous music playing]
We've already gone half an hour over.
KELLY-MARIE: That's all you're getting!
Get off me!
Nobody said anything about this.
Yeah, like you didn't know.
KELLY-MARIE: Karen!
This parties over.
Get the door.
[door slams]
MAN: You're not going anywhere.
Bit of a prick teaser, are we?
Get it out. Good lads.
Yes.
Hey, hey, hey, give us that. It's his treat.
MAN: Let him fuck you.
[cheering]
KELLY-MARIE: Karen!
Come on, most strippers do a bit more!
Yeah!
[cheering]
Do you know who I am?
Some pot-less, dirty bitch.
Karen McGuire. MEN: (MOCKINGLY) Ooh.
Wit woo.
[whimpering]
(MOCKINGLY) Whoa!
[laughter]
That's a big one.
Where's that going?
Up your fucking ring-piece if you're not careful.
[cheering]
MAN 1: Jimmy!
MAN 2: What did you do that for?
Him as well!
MAN 2: No!
Get off!
That's a heavy water pistol.
Reckon?
Ah!
[screaming]
My leg!
Ah!
That's what you get you fucking cunts!
Karen?
[sigh]
Karen?
[moody music playing]
You OK?
What happened?
It's all right.
Come on.
Tell me.
Just come here.
Dad always said you were at it.
So were you.
Don't you dare waste that.
Bet you can fix things with a full English.
PATTY: He's not been right for days.
Hey, don't sl--
OK.
I'll take 50/50 on the disability benefits.
You've got nothing on me anymore.
Are you sure about that?
No chance.
FRANK: Well, grassing never sits easy.
DSS, they're like pit-bulls-- get a sniff of blood
and 20 years of false claims--
they are going to want a big chat.
I'd say our fee seems fair.
Keep your pathetic threats, Frank.
Someone's beaten you to it.
[moody music playing]
FRANK: Time to pack your bags.
What are you looking at, you fat lazy bastard?
You wouldn't be in here if it wasn't for me.
You're full of shit.
Like I don't know it.
Who backed her trip to Lourdes?
Bottom line, it's down to her you're even in here.
Oh!
The kid from Cincinnati, he say, yes!
Hey, hey, hey, Oh, I don't believe it.
Luck of the Irish.
MAN: Burn the slag.
I said leave it.
PRIEST: Oh, blest Lord, creator God, in you, all things are
rendered pure by you, are strengthened to endure Oh,
blessed, holy hand of God, all things are sanctified by you.
Adorned, enriched-- you make them new.
[phone ringing]
I'm at a funeral.
[haunting music playing]
[cheering]
[clapping]
Squaw Valley, California.
1960.
I was to be the first Irish winter ice-dancing Olympian.
Then I got pregnant with Libby.
What at 15?
Welcome to your spiritual home.
My country.
The Olympics.
How I imagine.
Oh, because you didn't get to fuck about on ice skates,
it's all right to steal your daughter's life?
What was your excuse you useless parasite?
Ah, well, yeah.
You got me.
Guilty as charged.
I stole Libby's heart.
You know, when you're like that, the colors are brighter,
bird-song's clearer--
until the novelty fades away.
Back in the arms of the only constant--
my only true love.
Am I a lesser man?
You know, this mother-child thing?
Whoosh.
Nurture?
Shelter?
Protect?
That's instinct!
Yeah?
It's instinct!
That's natural.
Then, with love and prayers, you set them free.
Too right.
Amen.
Just a thought.
I booked a termination at an underground clinic
in Liverpool.
Oh, fuck off.
Fuck off.
Abortion was still illegal.
Now you need to button it.
PATTY: But the worst storm in a decade
stopped the ferries for a week.
Daddy found out-- locked me in my room for a month.
I wanted to get rid of her then, and I don't need her now.
Well, I hope it was worth it.
I don't need anybody.
PATTY (VOICEOVER): At what point does withholding
the truth become a lie?
I bet politicians are given books to guide them on that.
At what point in the lie you've just
created is it too late to back out, and telling the truth
would do more damage?
When you have to keep it going because you know that, even
if you manage to keep that lie going forever,
it will eat you up so much inside
you won't want to live anyway.
[theme music playing]
[screaming]
Ugh.
[ominous music playing]
[screaming]
[sentimental music playing]
[sighs]