Anyone watching thinking they know fuck
all about knowing fuck all about owt needs to watch their backs.
So you've had your Labour reclassifying skunk,
sending prices sky high, literally-- literally-- taking
the grass off its own roots.
Now you've got your condemnation,
Liberals noshing Tories like altar 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 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 cloud, necking mushrooms rarely found.
This green and pleasant land in ancient times.
Yap, yap, yap, yap, yap, yap.
It's not theirs anymore.
This is our England now.
Party!
JACKSON (VOICEOVER): Me dad used to take me
and our kids to the countryside.
Didn't do well.
We had no money.
Bread didn't have time to go stale it our house,
so the dogs missed out.
Just sat on the hillside and watched the clouds go by.
Didn't even talk.
When I got older, we still weren't talking,
but that's because neither of us knew what to say anymore.
After a few more years, that stopped being a problem,
because we couldn't bear to be in the same house
as each other.
To this day, I don't know if we fell out
because I hated the man, or because I realized
I was slowly turning into him. - Dad!
Dad!
Get your jollies elsewhere, you dirty fucker.
JACKSON (VOICEOVER): Me dad got the last laugh, though.
She's gushing.
JACKSON (VOICEOVER): Because every now and again,
I open my mouth to speak, and he falls out.
Everything he said then, I say now.
[gasping]
LETITIA: Dad!
Fuck out of my house!
Ah!
LETITIA: No!
Hey, stop!
Wait up!
[shouting]
Mrs. Powell?
I find you sniffing around here again,
and I'll cut your fucking--
Jackson!
--cock off.
Mary Twill, social worker.
It's about our fostering application, Jackson.
We'll be ready for you next time.
Won't be abusing any kids.
JACKSON: Yeah, we'll stop putting cigs out on Letitia.
Not that we smoke.
Certainly not weed.
Or crack.
Look, what happened, that's--
that's not how I normally conduct myself--
we conduct ourselves.
Let's start next time with a new slate, shall we?
Yeah.
Thank you.
Bye.
SOCIAL WORKER: Bye.
Total overreaction, as per.
I caught some dirty little bastard shagging our daughter.
How else was I supposed to react?
He's not some dirty little bastard.
They've been seeing each other for weeks.
You knew what they were doing in our home?
It was better than doing it in some crack den in [inaudible]
Having a boyfriend is a no no, but having
some fucked up foster kid in the house is all right?
Language!
You're only doing it because you'll get paid.
I know you might find it hard to believe, but paid or unpaid,
some kids would be grateful having
someone give a fuck about them.
[sighing] Language!
Oy!
Where do you think you're going?
Back in the house.
Avril, Stella's got a temperature.
Uh, blue bottle, top shelf, next to the sink.
Two, five mils every four hours.
You're a star.
Oh, is she asthmatic?
Eh, no.
How old are you?
Stop!
Leave him alone!
17.
We were only kissing.
She's 15.
That's rape.
Do you want to go on the sex offenders' register?
And that's assault. You want to lose your job?
I'm telling you the truth.
Nothing happened.
You lay one fucking finger on her, and I'll--
CARL: This the one, Avril?
That's the one.
Lovely lad looking after his little sister.
Chicken pox.
Yeah.
What the fuck do you think you're doing, you cunt?
Stella's still in there weeping, and I don't mean crying.
FRANK: Chicken pox could finish off a man in my years.
See you when she's scabbed over.
Well, I want you home by 12, you bastard, and sober.
It's not like this normally.
Everyone's gone mad today.
Must be something in the water.
Avril, I put some [inaudible].
I think it stuck.
Am I Colleen Nolan?
No.
Can I have a clue?
You're a shit interior designer.
Laurence Lewellyn-Bowen.
No.
Your wallpaper's crap.
Ugh.
Would you shut the fuck up?
MAN: Come on.
Let's see what you got.
Wait, we're going to have to play somewhere else.
We're all skinned.
Blow jobs?
Busman's holiday.
What's the point?
I get them anyway.
Right.
Whoever wins the hand gets to choose between truth, dare,
kiss, command, or promise.
It's a bit playground.
WOMAN: And you're being so fucking mature.
Yeah.
All right.
On my count.
One, two, three.
Ah.
Read 'em and weep.
Right.
You two kiss.
[laughing]
That is awkward.
Just a little clue.
Iris, freedom fighter or terrorist,
depending on your politics. - Oh.
Louis Walsh?
Daniel O'Donnell?
Donna?
[inaudible]?
Val Doonican?
The Coors?
[inaudible]?
Oh, now, I promised Aidan he could go
check on her before he shuts.
Can't leave Stella on her own while she's sick.
See.
You do it.
I'm her brother, not her dad.
And I want a promise.
Now go.
FRANK: Just let me--
CARL: Go!
[yelling]
GROUP: (Singing) Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you,
happy birthday dear Sarah, happy birthday to you!
[brakes screeching]
Fuck off, ya bastard!
FRANK: Ya bastards!
[groaning]
[drunken muttering]
FRANK: Ahhh!
[bushes rustling]
Stella.
Have put her upstairs.
Frank's AWOL.
Carl's at work, Aidan's learning the drums.
Where's Letitia?
Revising round at Dee's.
I said she wasn't to see him again.
Which is the best way of making
her do the exact opposite.
At least this way we know where she is.
We don't even know where he lives!
You know they won't be revis--
I knew you'd worry.
So I gave her condoms, and asked her to write the address down.
He's a lovely kid when you get to know him.
Apart from his name, Africa.
No wonder he calls himself Dee.
He's shagging my underage daughter.
I don't want to fucking know him.
Where you going?
Where do you think?
Before you start looking after other people's kids,
you want to try looking after you're own.
[door slamming]
[bell ringing]
[knocking]
[chattering]
We always wanted two kids, didn't we?
A little boy, a son.
Well, a son of sorts.
A foster son.
Might be another girl.
Look, I know how hard this must
be for you to see your baby growing into a woman,
but Dee's a great lad.
You should get to know him.
[door opening]
Any chance you could keep Stella while I finish my shift?
I'll pay you.
I'll put some calamine on her spots.
Oh, cheers.
You talk some sense to him, Carl.
He seems to have forgotten what it's like to be young.
Must've been the same when you were their age, Jackson.
That's the trouble, I was.
[stella crying]
Shhh.
Letitia's new boyfriend, new boyfriend
who I found her doing the dirty with, is probably my son.
A one night stand with Avril's best mate.
I knew she was pregnant, but I thought she got rid of it.
She told me she was going to get rid of it.
You gotta tell--
Fuck!
Shagging your sister, that's like me and Aunt Debbie.
Avril will kill me when she finds out about this.
So, what, you gonna keep strong?
Say nothing, and I let my daughter shag her brother.
Come clean and my marriage is over.
My wife leaves me, taking my daughter,
and my testicles with her.
Fuck, Carl.
I was a kid.
A stupid fucking-- kid.
What do we do?
Don't move!
Ah-- uhh-- I--
I had a few drinks and took some drugs, sorry.
What sort of man does this?
Well, I might be able to explain, if I knew where I was.
Right now, my synagogue.
10 minutes time, a police station.
Next week, hopefully in prison.
The law doesn't tolerate this sort of behavior any more.
Well, sort of but look, look look just chill out--
Ahh!
I'm on my hands and knees, scrubbing my son's grave day
after day, ridding it of the filth that you and your sort
have dobbed all over it!
Oh no! No!
No way, no way on this earth would I--
[police sirens]
Look, look, I am not anti semith--
sist.
I'm just a stupid drunk looking for shelter.
You're a religious man, obviously.
Show some mercy.
For the Lord's sake.
For my children's sake.
[sobbing]
Oh, God.
If I'm incarcerated, I do--
I don't know how they'll survive.
Please!
Please, I'm begging you.
[sobbing]
I want to atone.
Really.
Let me.
[knocking]
I lived like you.
As fast as I could go.
Drink, women, gambling.
Oh yeah, I don't do gambling so much, now, you know.
Sooner spend the cash in the Dead Sea.
Booze, you know.
I drew the line at drugs, but my success in business
went to my head, and I thought I was invincible.
Untouchable.
But god reminded me my sinful life came with a price tag.
How much?
The most precious thing in my life was taken from me.
Your car?
Plasma tele?
Your iPod thingie?
My son!
Three years ago.
Punishment for the way I'd live my life.
Since then, I've done what I can to atone.
Gave up my job.
My life's a sin.
Bet your missus has so much say about that.
She had said.
She'd left me years previously.
I work in the synagogue, live as good a life as possible.
I was put there so you and I should meet.
I lived a godless life, and lost my son.
My redemption is to help you keep yours.
It's so clear.
[MUSIC - ARCADE FIRE, "MODERN MAN"]
You got the stuff?
[baggie ruffling] I owe you.
Holly Jones?
Will you stop fucking following me?
Bad news, Chinese Elvis is doing
badly they can let us have two Thai
Brittany's for the same price.
Tell them to fuck off.
What about sacking the act?
Me and mine could do us a gold party.
It'd be a laugh, and people good earn a few bob
off their old jewelry.
Oh, hilarious.
An evening of crack whores and choker chains.
You carry on having a laugh and leave the entertainment to me.
Right, come on.
Show your cards.
PLAYERS: Ooohhh!
Oh oh oh!
Come on, girls.
You know the drill.
Don't you dare us to kiss.
All right, all right, come on.
I command you two to kiss. - Get on with it.
This is what's weird about you even asking for this.
Every man's fantasy, two women.
[kissing]
Hi, love.
Uh, can I grab a bottle of lager, please?
Yeah. - I'll get it.
Two lagers.
Any mate of Letitia's is a mate of mine.
Now, let's just get this straight.
I stay here free of charge.
Food and board?
What if I say no?
I'll call the police and tell them I'd
like to report a hate crime.
Oh come on, it's hardly that.
How else would you describe vandalizing a synagogue?
Um, Well, I know you were married and everything,
and forgive me for asking this, I have to.
Because marriage excuses no one the freak's roll call.
You don't bat for the other side, do you?
And I'm not talking Palestinians.
I see we're going to have to start from the beginning.
I'm here to help you, but first, you're here to help me.
Now, from sundown today until sundown tomorrow --
that's six to six --
is the Sabbath.
I'm forbidden to do any work, which includes giving orders,
making requests.
That's where you come in.
So for example, I might say, it's a little chilly in here,
and you'd suggest--
Double glazing?
You'd say, I'll put the heating on.
I say, I'm a little hungry.
You say--
I shall prepare a light snack, Isaac.
This is going to work just fine, my friend.
[music playing]
Come on, Frank, get them lit.
Paint me black and call me Benson.
[music playing]
This carpet looks dirty.
You think?
Drink, yeah.
Don't mind if I do.
I'm a little peckish.
You say--
Mine's a double voddy.
Easy on the tonic.
Now I say, it's Friday night, I'm parched.
And you say--
Hello, police, I'd like you to arrest this man
for crimes against humanity.
[glasses clang]
No.
No, well, strictly speaking, it will be me calling the filth.
Kidnap and blackmail were still illegal, last time I checked.
[drinks]
Ahh.
CARL: Can't believe you'd do this to your own kid.
JACKSON: It's for me other kid, for Letitia.
Are you sure it was yours?
She might have been with other men.
No, it was me she had in her sights.
Everyone knew it.
Do with used to knock my fellas left right and center,
keeping herself free for me.
Her words, not mine.
He's a really nice lad.
So Avril keeps telling me.
Works two jobs as well as school.
If you want incest, it'd be perfect.
Oh, Carl.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
We'll do what we agreed, yeah?
Please.
We'll have Stella for the next three nights.
Deal.
You can tell he's yours.
Can't handle his ale.
You do know I'm straight.
Need to be, where we're going, fella.
[music playing]
Am I dreaming?
Wide awake, kid.
Well, almost.
I can't feel my knees.
Try concentrating on another part of your anatomy.
You smell like Toothpaste.
That's the second nicest thing anyone's ever said to me.
I can't get up.
Well, that's why you pay a professional.
Leave it to me.
[unwrapping]
Let Kelly work her magic.
I can't get up.
Off of my legs.
Lift your arm.
I can't.
Oh, I want to see my girlfriend.
I don't think she'd want to see you in this state.
I need to see Letitia.
Leticia?
Powell?
Bloody brain cow!
I wouldn't be telling you if I didn't care about Letitia.
I saw him going in there off his tits.
This one belong to you?
Found Him passed out in Lillian's.
Lillian's!
You dirty bastard!
No offense, Kelly.
None taken.
You better stay away from my daughter, from now on.
You hear me!?
Wait, no.
No, you've got the wrong end of the do da.
Poor sod walked in, saw Trixie and the girls
hosting a naughty NHS night thought he were at the dentist.
[vomiting]
He kept asking for a root canal, and crying for Letitia.
Well, that's how I knew to bring him here.
I think someone spiked him.
I've got an appointment waiting.
He's in no fit state to get home.
I'll take him.
If we're quick we'll catch the last bus.
[groaning]
[music playing]
Alyah.
Well, well, well.
You are a very bad man, Frank.
I see now, clearer than ever, you have to be stopped.
Tell your dad to stop being a cunt,
and find us another drink.
Hahaha.
What did you say?
A joke.
Put.
That.
Down.
Hey, look.
I know that you miss him and all, but in lots of ways,
you're lucky he's dies.
He'd have only grown into a twat like mine did.
Is
[knocking]
Come on!
Don't go all [inaudible] on us. Let us out, eh?
I would love to, Frank, but as you know,
I'm not supposed to do anything on the sabbath.
So you sleep it off.
I'll sort you out tomorrow.
You told me you weren't keeping the baby.
You told me you'd love me forever.
So, what you been up to?
Oh, you know.
Same old, same old.
I've got a son now.
He's shagging his sister.
She's only his half sister.
Not like they're breaking the law.
Yes, they are.
No, they're not.
Your name's not on the birth certificate.
Whose is?
Mr. T
That's still blood.
I can't believe you knew about this.
And you let it carry on?
Calm down, you'll wake him up.
What are we going to do?
I looked at him tonight.
He's so fucking beautiful, he made me want to cry.
I want to be part of his life, but I can't do it to Avril,
it would kill her.
It's not all about her.
She hates your guts.
You've given me the one thing that she couldn't.
We're sorted.
We've got to split them up.
That way, you can still be part of his life.
Avril won't find out.
It'll be our little secret.
It'll teach her.
We'll tell Dee a part of the Duke of Edinburgh's scheme
helped him get into university.
And splitting them up?
I'll just tell him to look at the mother.
That should put him off.
Why didn't you tell me you kept it?
Him.
Because it was none of your fucking business.
Pretty clear where you stood back then.
She didn't deserve you.
We'd have been good, me and you.
And our son.
Me and you were a mistake.
You might as well have another.
Last bus is long gone.
We've got a lot of catching up to do, ain't we?
[music playing]
Morning, daddy.
[baby crying]
[kids playing]
[stella crying]
Will it be light round here with another kid
under our feet?
Yeah, it'll be great.
You better get changed, the social worker
will be here any minute.
Don't know if I'm past my nappy changing days.
So what exactly did you say you did last night,
when you took Dee back?
What did his Mom say?
Just thanks.
Thanks very much.
Nice kid, though, isn't he?
Lovely, yeah.
Gentle kid.
Intelligent, sensitive, bit of a looker, too.
Is Dad in, he said?
Yeah, we just took him straight upstairs,
then threw him into bed.
Then me on the two-seater.
Hardly slept a wink.
[music playing]
Dad!
Dad, over here!
[punching]
Son?
Yeah, I know.
Goatees are so 2005.
You OK?
[punching]
You get used to it.
You go and enjoy yourself.
You've earned it.
What about Stella?
Paralyzed and close to death, due to complications with
chicken pox, but in good hands.
You go and have a good time.
Hey, check some of them coats.
Might just get lucky.
[music plays]
[coins rattling]
Isaac!
Can you let me out, please, I really need the toilet.
I'm a [inaudible]
God loves a try.
What about a gold party?
What?
A theme night.
We'll do a gold party.
Nice one.
God, there mus must be an echo in here.
Because I said that yesterday.
No need to pull your face.
If you don't like it, just say.
I do like it--
What's your problem?
You don't have to get yourself wound up over nothing.
You had your tablets today?
Hey.
What's up with you?
I was-- ju--
nothing!
Kelly!
Have you claimed your prize yet?
(WHISPERING) Fuck's sake We asked for this.
What's up with you?
I think Jackson might be having an affair,
With a 17-year-old boy.
Ugh, you need to cut down on the [inaudible]..
It's no chance.
I can spot them a mile off after all--
[group cheering]
Ew, ya dirty bastards!
[group laughing]
See?
They're all out here.
[music playing]
The fuck!
You've had my daughter. I have my husband.
Do you want to theatric?
How could you even think that--
(ANGRILY) Look me in my eyes, and tell me
you've not slept with him.
I haven't, I swear!
Who the fuck wrote that on your back?
Huh?
ALYAH: It wasn't him.
It was me.
Last night?
No not last night!
Nothing happened last night!
Is that true?
Then what the fuck is this all about?
Just something I had to tell you.
Dee's his son.
[music playing]
Isaac!
I'm sorry.
I locked you in last night, but you had to be punished.
The way you talked about your children broke my heart.
But you haven't even seen them.
You should count your lucky stars you still can.
I am the victim here!
Oh, for once in your life, tell the truth.
Atone for your sins.
While you still have time.
Cause there's no time left for me, Frank.
(SOBBING) And I can't take it anymore.
I can't
[sobbing]
Fuckin-- What?
Why?
Couldn't you have taken me instead of him?
The sins of the father, have visited other children, Frank.
And he's punishing me, but I need it to stop.
What was his name?
[crying]
His name?
Daniel.
What happened to Daniel, I don't think had much to do with God.
You don't understand--
Ugh, just-- apply a little logic!
All right?
All the fucking Nazis out there who have fathered sons,
are here.
And have done despicable things.
You know, Stalin, Mussolini, Thatcher, Blair.
I don't mean lying or--
Their kids weren't smited.
Were they?
Stroke down?
I sinned.
No--
[laughing]
No, I've sinned.
Drugs. Drink.
Sex.
Neglect.
It's all about no one but me.
And I don't think I ever will.
I don't think I wanted .
So, if anyone deserved a good smiting, it's me.
Don't arouse his anger, Frank.
Ooohh, well come on!
Do your worst!
Wha-- Well, give this poor bastard a break, will ya?
Ooh
[laughing]
[music playing]
It wasn't your fault. Oh, come on.
It's all right.
I think we need some time to ourselves.
I want her here.
Independent observer.
Innocent bystander if it gets rough.
I just--
Yellow card.
You no speakie, you listen.
comprende?
You've always made me feel loved, and because of that,
I can forgive you anything.
We'll get over this.
But that's-- I was--
Shush it.
You're not off the hook, yet.
You could have come clean.
You could've told me.
Made all that shit I put you through with the credit
cards and the debt balance out.
Now, all the time you were wagging your finger at me,
you had your own dirty little secrets.
That is what kills me.
I never meant to hurt you.
I'm sorry.
The first thing I knew about Dee being mine
was when I clocked Alyah was his mom, and did some muffs.
I could never have kept him a secret from you.
You have to believe that.
And I'm truly, truly sorry.
I'll send that kid for my stuff.
You don't get to walk away after causing all this shit.
I tell you to fuck off if this isn't working out,
which it will.
Thanks, Kelly.
I'll take Stella.
You owe me a drink.
You owe me a lot drinks.
Lots.
Lip, he's a great dad.
I've even got one with ginger hair, too--
actually he's got fuck all to do with me.
All I'm saying is that you can't take the blame, or the glory,
for your children's successes or failures.
But you could be at home sharing
those successes and failures.
And ginger's a recessive gene, by the way.
[laughing]
You're a decent man, Isaac.
I might not know my ass from my elbow, most of the time,
but I've got a good antenna when it comes to human nature.
You're a good man.
Wait.
This isn't much, but it might help ease your burden.
If you're not worrying about putting food on the table,
maybe it will give you the time to rediscover and enjoy--
[music playing]
What's important.
[music playing]
Can I drums at the reception?
My drums, can i play them at Letitia's wedding reception?
[music playing]
Leave yous to it.
You've obviously got a lot to discuss.
[music playing]
You light a cigarette on a candle, a sailor dies.
Oh, my thoughts to Captain Birdseye, then.
He got younger and his face changed.
Mimi, another.
Face or a pint?
Money.
This'll do.
60 quid?
It's worth 10 times more than that, you know it,
and I know it.
How dare you call me a cheat.
FRANK: Lend a 10 of cap. CARL: Oh, fuck off.
FRANK: I'll buy you one, and then I'll sell this tomorrow,
and we'll all be rich, eh.
Clue, Mimi.
You're a lying twat.
Nick Clegg.
You are so fucking cheating.
I can't do this much longer, dad.
Huh?
Look after the kid, run the house, cook, clean.
It was different when we was all at home
Yeah, talk, I'm just going for a quick gypsys.
You, me, rematch tonight?
Should learn when to walk away.
Don't you want to win your dignity back?
Come on, Jamie.
Don't come crying to me when you're lip locked with Lillian.
All right, and don't you back down
at paying up when you lose.
Swear.
I want your word.
All right, you got it.
Carl. Stella, quick!
What's happened? What's wrong?
Don't panic.
We've got to get her to a hospital.
Ambulance is here. We have to go, now.
MIMI: I'll tell your dad.
Frank, Stella's on her way to the h--
Hospital, I know.
I heard it the first time.
Best place for all of them.
You're not going?
She's pox stopped.
I could catch it.
Then I'd be no use to anyone, would I?
And we couldn't have that, could we?
[music playing]
Straight to voicemail.
They can't get married, they're too young.
They're brother and sister!
[door closing]
You're not invited.
To the wedding that won't be allowed to happen?
I don't want my son being born out of wedlock.
[music playing]
You can't keep it.
My mom said that'd be the first thing
that came out your mouth.
Dee, I'm sorry I wasn't there for you.
Implying I've missed out on something?
I've done fine without you, thanks very much.
Straight As, and I've got Uni on the horizon.
I don't smoke, take drugs.
Oh, and let's get spiked from a biological father, of course.
I was trying to protect you.
You were denying my existence.
No.
If anything happened between me and Kelly,
you'd have told Letitia, and should have been me,
wouldn't you?
You'd have allowed me to walk out
of your life, never said a word to Tish, or her mom,
wouldn't you?
You're not sorry you was never there for me,
you're just sorry you found me.
Don't say th--
I'm sorry you found me.
Look what happened since you did.
That poor kid.
She's pregnant, and we're going to look after it.
I'm not pregnant.
Then why lie?
That's rich, coming from you.
We haven't even slept together.
I saw you two--
Kissing.
You saw us kissing.
I did tell you.
You just get your mind out of the gutter, Mr. Powell.
[music playing]
[door closing]
See you around, yeah?
Hope so.
Never had a brother, before.
AVRIL: Dee?
You're welcome around here any time.
Thanks.
Don't think that'd do anyone much good, though.
Do you?
[music playing]
I'll put you in the hospital if you don't go
and see how your daughter is.
Carl's rang four times!
Well, I hope you're aware of the risk I'm running.
They'll finish me off if I'm infected.
We can borrow.
These girl party's a great idea of yours.
[music - spandau ballet, "gold"]
I'm not kissing Frank, I'm not inserting anything,
I'm not doing any shit with melons.
Apart from that, do your worst.
Looks like I'm kissing my mom, or you.
True, dare, kiss, command, and promise.
Is it true that you like it when I do this?
Mhmm.
I dare you to unzip.
Mom.
Maguire word counts for nothing, then?
[music - spandau ballet, "gold"]
Now, kiss.
You ready for your command?
Mhmm.
I command you, give me my pub back.
What?
Signed by the right of attorney
that you took from me when I was ill.
- Go away. - Backing off?
That you stole it in the first place,
I'm fucking outraged that you kept hold of it.
Forcing me to resort to this stupid fucking game
to even get you to talk about it.
What's it matter?
You gave your word.
The pub is mine.
And until you swear you'll return it,
you ain't getting your bollocks back.
Stella!
Stel--
[squeaking toys]
(Whispering) Stella!
[babies crying]
Stella!
Can you hear me?
Get away from the kids!
I-- I just wanna see my daughter!
Stella!
Just, just, just tell me she's OK.
You're too late.
She's gone.
[music playing]
She only had chicken pox!
[music playing]
ISAAC (VOICEOVER): The sins of the father
visited on the children, Frank.
The sins of the father have visited on the children, Frank!
I'm sorry.
[sobbing]
I'm sorry!
[music playing]
Where the fuck were you?
I don't know.
If I could turn back the clock--
Oh, fuck off!
[groan]
You're a selfish, self-centered, piece of shit!
All you do, all you've ever done is fuck people over.
Your family, your own kids, I needed you.
Stella needed you.
I've had it, dad.
I've had it.
You know, if-- if I could turn back the clock, do a deal with
God to put it right, I would.
You been on the gin?
Always like this when he's been on the gin.
A sentimental, moping twat.
Is God's judgment, my failures, my sins,
is to live with her death on my conscience
until the day I'm called to answer for it?
[crying]
That's right.
All your fault.
Don't know how you live with yourself.
[stella crying]
Fuck's sake, Stella.
We had him on the rope's end.
She's alive.
Stella's alive!
Temperature Spiked.
She had a fit.
Doc said she's fine, though.
[stella crying]
She's alive!
JACKSON (VOICEOVER): I made a mindset
I should write my dad a letter.
Sort all the shit out before he died, because if I didn't, I'd
regret it.
Not long after, I passed my dad in the street.
For less than a second, we looked each other,
then we both looked away like we were complete strangers.
He'd let me go.
When you have your own, you realize how hard that is.
I know now that every shitty comment or put down my dad
made, was cause he loved me.
He couldn't help himself, because he was terrified I'd
fuck my life up like he had.
But it don't make it right.
Cause that's the same excuse those nutters
make who kill the kids before topping themselves.
"I did it because I loved them."
If you're that fucked up, do them a favor,
and get out of the way.
Cause as hard as it is, if you want to be part of their lives,
you've got one option.
That's to stand on the sidelines, and cheer them on.
[music playing]
[theme music]
Nice try.