Anyone watching thinking we know fuck
all about knowing fuck all about owt needs to watch their backs.
So you've had your labor reclassifying
skunk, sending prices sky high.
Literally-- literally taking the grass from its own roots.
Now you've got your condemnation,
liberals noshing Tories like altar 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 sake, we live in Manchester.
And they charge us for water.
I wandered lonely as a clown, necking mushrooms rarely found.
This green and pleasant land in ancient times.
Fucking bastard.
FRANK: Yak, yak, yak, yak, yak.
It's not theirs anymore.
This is our England now!
Party!
[music playing]
Clear with number one or number two?
FRANK (VOICEOVER): Society is dead.
It was all a big fucking lie anyways, so save your tears.
Don't mourn.
Schools, hospitals, pensions, care for the wrinklies-- all
that cradle to the grave shite was just an expensive luxury.
What were we thinking?
We are animals.
It is survival of the fittest.
To paraphrase the one good scouser,
I don't believe in government.
I don't believe in society.
I just believe in me.
[music playing]
Straight ahead.
Noble profession, optician, yeah.
Helping the blind to see, windows to the soul.
Well, there was more money in dentistry,
but I didn't make the grades.
So here I am, living the dream.
One of the girls will help you pick out some frames
in my own brand range.
Beg pardon?
Your prescription.
Oh no.
You don't understand, doctor.
The dole sent me down here.
Have to go through the motions, or they dock your benefit.
I'm not a doctor, and you need glasses.
It's not possible.
It's fact.
I'm not of the four-eyed persuasion.
You know, I'm strong.
Aye, it's me against--
I've the constitution of an ox.
An ox that needs glasses.
There's fuck all wrong with me eyes, love.
So let's get serious, shall we?
Just put your breasts away, and look again
with the little torch thing, and see if we
can't get it right this time.
[MUSIC - THE STONE ROSES, "I AM THE RESURRECTION"]
(SINGING) Down, down, you bring me down.
[music continues]
(SINGING) Down, down, you bring me down.
Down, down.
[music fades]
[laughter]
Ha ha.
Very fucking funny.
How can a piss-stained tramp like you
be too vain to wear glasses?
It's not vanity.
Yeah, and a wash wouldn't go amiss.
Fuck off, you chimp.
[mocking]
All right, knock it on the head!
MICKY: Come on, we're only having a joke.
Fuck off!
ALL: Whoa.
Have we hurt your feelings?
[commotion and laughter]
How was the graduation?
Brilliant ceremony.
All dresses and gowns and hats.
Like the royal wedding, but without the inbreeding.
Magical pregnancy.
It's brilliant. - Oh.
It's a hoot.
Do you mind if I have a little rub?
Fire in. Everyone else does.
Good to have a graduate in the family, though.
White collar worker, respectable.
Is that what it's all about?
Respectability?
You're asking the wrong person.
KELLY: You dirty bastard!
I hope he appreciates all this effort.
I'm buzzing.
Best day of my life.
I'm going home. MAN: No, no.
Come on, Jackson.
Just stay for another drink.
Yeah, don't go.
Be fair.
His mates are throwing a party for him.
Yeah, me mates.
[MUSIC - STRAUSS, "ALSO SPRACH ZARATHUSTRA"]
Graduated.
I'm a qualified teacher.
Mammoth.
Mates.
Fuck it.
They can wait an hour.
[music continues]
[toasting]
You're right, love.
Must have got caught with his classmates.
Did you tell him you were planning a do?
Though he'd pick up on my hints.
Clearly not.
His phone goes straight to voicemail.
Poor cow's in denial.
What of?
That her man's an asshole.
Thank fuck we're normal son, eh?
Fuck's sake, look in the mirror before you come out the toilet,
will you?
[playful music]
Sorry.
[music continues]
How about some Porky pig?
Ugh.
Oh, vanity, thy name is salmonella.
Jesus Christ.
What the fuck, Nosferatu?
If you troll in the night looking
for the blood of virgins, you'll have a long wait around here.
I have the sweats.
And you're lucky I do.
If you could read, you'd see it's
not fit for human consumption.
I was saving it for the ducks.
Ducks can't eat bacon.
Tell me something I don't know.
And aren't you a bit past your own sell
by to be self conscious about wearing glasses?
I am not self conscious.
Bollocks.
You're like a teenager who's been told not to pop a zit.
We do have mirrors.
I am aware that energy expended on vanity
is largely wasted on my part, kind
though it is of you to point it out.
So what?
I cannot be weak.
I know what they think around here.
You've seen how they treat me.
Laugh, point, kick, rob.
Not many tears shed when I fell in The Jockey, was there?
Stick and stones.
It's just only because I have this.
Huh?
This.
Faculties, senses, head, body.
If I am strong, they can do whatever they like.
But they cannot penetrate.
I am immune.
And wearing glasses fractures your superhero defenses?
Spectacles, hearing aids, walking sticks,
prosthetic limbs.
These indeed place me on a very slippery slope.
If I am weak, I will not survive.
Yeah, we open at 7:00.
Doesn't mean I actually want to be out of my pit at 7:00.
What time do you have, Feeney?
Just gone half past the hour, miss.
Begin.
[dramatic music]
Right, lads. Not much time.
You know the drill.
You, number 10.
You, 11.
[knocking on doors]
Remember, be firm and get straight to the point.
Leave them in no doubt.
They'll be glad of it.
God in heaven!
You'll have the thing off its hinges.
Don't open the door this time in the morning.
It can only--
Operation New Start.
Oh.
DSS.
Gestapo.
These are court signed documents
ordering you to vacate these premises with immediate effect.
You're being evicted.
JAMIE: All right, all right!
Keep your hair on!
So I can scalp you when I open the fucking door!
- Can we come in? - No.
It's not even 9:00 yet. What's going on?
Been evicted.
Who has?
All of us.
Oh, fuck.
Now, they can't search the house, right?
We've still got some human rights left in this fucking
dictatorship of the moderate.
So we don't need to flush the drugs, then?
No, no, we're sa--
what drugs?
Oh, you stupid-- if the place wasn't swarming with suits,
I'd strip search you, you bastard.
What you doing?
Make noise, move about.
Be several children.
Hey, come on!
Keep the noise down, will you?
We've got guests.
Bloody hell, kids.
It's mayhem up there.
Oh!
Hello.
He still doesn't get it, miss.
Stop calling me miss.
It's creepy, like I invented you in a fucking lab.
Sorry, mi--
So, Aidan Croker, 14, should be upstairs?
And this little angel should be Stella.
Are you enjoying your, your breakfast?
Prawn cocktail.
Loves her seafood, so she does.
Right, so no other children.
Is that correct, or were you suggesting
there are some more up there?
Yeah, just the one.
But you know, he puts himself about a bit, you know?
This is a multi agency operation, Mr. Gallagher.
Department of Work and Pensions, Local Council, HMRC,
Environmental Health, Police.
That's not fair!
In the past, people have relied on the left hand
not knowing what the right hand is doing.
Not anymore.
You can't put people out on the street, a child, a cripple.
A geriatric fucking cripple.
No, it's a broad remit.
Premises inspection, checking that claimants are getting
all they're entitled to.
Or not.
And in some very extreme cases, I am sorry to say,
the serving of eviction papers to those individuals
who have repeatedly ignored the wishes of the court.
What court?
Gallagher, Vernon Francis has failed
to answer a variety of charges relating
to benefit and council tax fraud, amongst other things.
Well, nobody told me.
We have to look at this as an opportunity.
It frees you from that cycle of debt and dependency.
Free to pursue a new start.
Temporary accommodation for you and the boy.
Make sure and call ahead.
Saint Helen's!
To get that sense of freedom.
Being evicted so you can go forth
and fulfill your potential.
See it as an opportunity to give up the fags for good.
Change your life.
Fuck off.
You bastard, look what you've done to me!
I'll never fit any of me clothes ever again.
In the delivery room, I want you there
with an extra strength filter tipped and a Zippo ready to go.
I don't care whether they've snipped the umbilical or not.
Grub up.
All nice and healthy for the baby.
It's cozy.
How's the flat hunt going, Micky?
I've not started yet, you know?
I've been a bit busy.
Life just takes over, don't it?
Well, you know what they say, two's company.
Four's a party.
I can't believe I'm going to be called Uncle Micky again.
Not by blood.
No, but we're roomies, aren't we?
So she can call me that, if she wants.
Just called her she.
Just going to have a dump.
Kick me mates out the spare room.
We have got to get him out of this fucking house.
He won't take a hint.
Maybe we could move.
I'd better get going.
What you flogging today?
DVDs, bit of weed, fags.
Homebrew Viagra, toasty makers.
You can't get enough of fucking toasty makers.
MICKY: OMG!
Come and have a look at this, Kel.
It's absolutely enormous.
What time is it?
Something's up.
People running about all over the place.
When did I get in?
About 4:00.
I got caught up.
I'm sorry.
Tomorrow's chip paper.
I'm off.
You better think about how you're
going to make this up to me.
You're totally up shit creek.
[people talking loudly]
Enough!
They're like a herd of geese, squawk, squawk, squawk.
Gaggle.
What?
It's not a herd of geese.
It's a gaggle of geese.
Well, you wouldn't say a flock of dogs, would you?
Half six this morning, bailiffs turn up.
[commotion]
Any idea what they're going on about?
Don't know, don't care.
But they can't hang around here.
Tell you that for no charge.
Where else are they supposed to go?
Fine!
I'll go and see what's going on.
[dog barking]
[sirens wailing in distance]
I presume there's a story here.
Good night, was it?
Yeah.
Your missus just put on a decent spread.
It's a pity you missed it.
She's a good woman.
Don't fuck it up.
Speak from experience.
I'll make it up to her.
What's going on?
Arresting folk for false claims.
Half the estate will be in jail.
I think that's the plan.
You know, if you can't do the time, eh?
Dick.
What's the story, Ches?
Don't know.
Storm troopers, occupied territory.
Step back, please.
I'm a local business owner.
Got a couple of questions.
Let her through.
Can I ask what's going on?
You are?
Carol McGuire.
I run a pub just up the road.
You are?
Oh, I'm so sorry.
Carmen Kenaway.
Care Kenaway Solutions.
I'm on secondment with Operation New Start.
You're evicting people.
We, uh, provide support for those who most need it.
So you're not evicting people?
Those defrauding government agencies
have all assistance suspended.
Including housing?
Karen, leave it.
What?
We've got licenses to protect.
Don't open the door, Benny!
Don't open the door!
You don't let them in, they can't force entry.
[knocking on door]
Two streets so far, seven families.
It's got fuck all to do with us.
Last thing we need is to draw attention.
They can't just evict people.
Pint, please.
Splitting families up, temporary accommodation,
hostels, shelters all over the Northwest.
Wiggins, Saint Helen's, Liverpool.
That's worse than being homeless.
And chance of some fucking service down here?
These families are in proper trouble.
Well, everybody's got a sob story,
so forgive me if I can't get worked up about it.
I've got problems of me own, like where am
I going to house my dependents?
Don't be stupid.
We've put Patty in our spare room.
I've got Aidan at ours.
And we got Stella.
Well, don't all rush at once.
Maybe if you weren't such--
A scrub up?
A cunt, I think she was going to say.
You can't wash that off.
Well, fuck the lot of you.
Hello, officer.
I heard you were coming back.
Well, good luck.
They're not going to make it easy.
What's happened?
No one told you.
You've been evicted, Carl.
Pat is bunking at ours, Aidan and Stella
are staying at the Maguires.
So everyone's safe.
And Dad?
I'm sure we can make space for you.
I'm OK.
I'll sort something.
We'll have a few drinks later, celebrate you being back.
[people chattering]
[music playing]
Oh, the prodigal pig returns.
You let us get evicted?
Move along.
You're not fit company.
So this is your plan?
Live rough?
Sup the breakfast of champions?
Hey!
Yeah.
How could you do this to me?
To you?
Yes, to me.
Remember, the one who brought you up.
Fucking shame of it.
What have I done to deserve this?
It's a good job.
You're a police officer.
MAN: Fucking hell.
Oh, yeah, fucking hell.
Yeah.
One of them.
Yeah, I am.
Job, pension, purpose.
You're no son of mine.
Oh, I'm devastated.
Has he joined coppers?
I don't know.
H-hey, hello, hello, hello.
You all right?
Thought I might get a bite to eat.
Where you been?
Haven't seen you in ages.
Been doing me training.
You know I've joined the--
you bastard.
Welcome back, mate.
Besides, it's not like they brain washed you, is it?
You're still one of us.
Well, yeah, of course.
Look at you!
All grown up.
Where are the handcuffs and the truncheon?
Don't graduate until next week.
Get all the gear then.
I'm hoping they'll let me bring a taser home.
Where you crashing?
Don't know yet.
Just found me dad.
Stay with us.
The more the merrier at the minute.
- Sure? - Yeah, of course.
Come on, grab a box while you're at it.
Don't Work about that, mate. On you go.
Sure?
Yeah.
[music playing]
Spunk bubble!
Jesus Christ.
How long-- ferret-- have you been stood there for?
Long enough to know you're a fucking weirdo.
Pot, kettle-- cunt--
black.
I don't like you being here.
You should go.
I've got a message.
Like Jesus or Dan Brown?
Magdalene!
No.
Fuckwit.
For you.
And my ex.
Should I write it down?
You've got a baby coming.
And I know how much she wants that.
And?
It's not the baby's fault she's
the spawn of a mental midget.
- You said she. - Yes, I did.
Didn't I?
For what it's worth, I don't wish you harm.
There'll be no trouble from me.
You're losing circulation to your hand.
Thank you.
Jaffa!
Choccy's too big.
You might have to open the door.
Can you do that?
Oh, wait a minute.
I might have found another one.
Oh!
There's more than one way to skin a cat, Feeney.
A little bit of initiative.
Hey.
You're doing a good job.
It's time someone took this place to task.
And what's your name?
Jackson Powell.
FEENEY: Jackson Powell?
Ah!
FEENEY: What is it, miss?
What is it?
No.
Oh!
You dirty bastard! Get up!
Hang on.
Isn't that the person we saw this morning?
I, I think it is, miss yes.
Get up!
No, F-- Feeney, Feeney, wait.
This is an opportunity.
I mean, look at him.
How long's old Malki lived here?
I don't remember a time when he didn't.
And have you ever seen him put his hand in his pocket?
Not once, the tight fisted fucker.
He's been nursing that for four hours.
Right!
It's time to get a shift on.
Hooverville won't build itself, you know!
What are you doing?
They're getting a bit cozy.
I told them they could crash here.
Well, that can't be legal.
So untell them.
Tweet me and complain.
Like me uncle Terry, that.
This One time, he beat the living shit
out my auntie Sheila.
Did she deserve it?
What?
Did she deserve the beating?
I don't know.
I was only little.
Anyway, that's not the story.
She didn't deserve it, because hitting a woman
is never acceptable.
Understand?
This is an important lesson for you,
since you married our mam.
I understand!
I do.
Got to give it a proper wash. [giggling]
Hey.
I've got a few kegs I need to shift up from the cellar.
Give us a hand.
Earn your keep while you're here.
Yeah, no probs.
What's that for?
You've made something of yourself.
And you don't let anybody fuck it up for you.
So how are we going to make this work, then?
How do you mean?
Monthly retainer.
A little bit extra if we need something more specific.
Fuck off.
I'm in probationary for two years.
I'll be making the coppers and having a piss taken out of me.
Yeah, well, call it a long term investment then.
You'll be able to buy yourself a nice little runaround
before long.
I'd never land you in it, J. You know that.
But I'll always be me own man.
Can't talk about this again.
Besides, half of these are doubled up, you tight bastard.
Yeah, couldn't get to the fucking bank before it shut,
could I?
So what we shifting?
These big bastards over here.
Hey, they don't skimp on expenses
for the corporate raiders, do they?
I won't lie to you.
So you feeling better?
FRANK: Well, I regard you bringing
me here as a hostile action.
You were destitute, you ungrateful pig.
Temporarily, I think you'll find.
Daniella-- please excuse Mrs. Feeney.
We're a very close team, and she's-- she's naturally
protective. - Mrs?
Really?
Somebody need a passport?
Uh, would you leave us, please?
So Frank, I am curious.
Were there no family that could take you in?
No friends?
Social evolution in practice.
What?
I wear glasses.
Right?
These.
Slippery slope.
Galapagos Islands around our way.
If you're weak, you'll be savaged.
If I From fucking this man, cunts in this place
will eat me alive without a second thought.
Thanks to you lot. - Oh, my lot.
Oh, come on.
Don't pretend you're of the people.
Fucking shoes alone will buy a three bed semi in my street.
Come on.
People are-- you know, they're tired of this them
and us mentality.
Aren't they?
It always seems to be the Old Etonians telling the rest we
live in a classless society, as they pass laws to deregulate
around their investments.
The old divides don't apply.
It's about survival, nowadays.
Hey, your neighbors weren't slow to cast you out.
Hm?
Do you think they're worried about what's become of you now?
Hm, I suspect not.
We want the same thing.
You scratch my back.
Well, I wondered when this was coming up.
No more free lunches, eh?
Oh!
I was thinking more information and less penis.
Derek Molinari, what a fucking chancer.
Punches in for his shift at Meinhoffer's, ting, ting.
And And then heads out to the bookies all day.
Only stepping out to sign on every Thursday.
KENAWAY: Bet he's not the worst.
Oh, not by a long shot.
I'll tell you who's a lying twat.
He never shares his smokes.
Biscuit-arse Pettigrew.
Ronnie, to his mother.
Apart from having BO that could fell a fucking
buffalo at 20 paces, he's claiming
on four different addresses.
And does he share the goodies around?
Did Jesus have a rubber cross?
Thought I was going to run out of tape.
Would you like me to have your room cleared?
That's not my room.
Oh, I wouldn't let that stench anywhere near the place
where I lay my head.
Nope.
I'm over here.
Would you like a wake up call, miss?
I could bring you a coffee?
(WHISPERING) If you were mine, I'd have a cast
made of your magnificent breasts.
And this tongue would probe and plunge
deep from bottom, not back.
Did you say something?
No, miss.
I was just thinking, um--
Night, Feeney.
Good night, miss.
(sighs)
Offer the fuck?
I don't carry cash!
Me arse isn't clean!
Ha, ha, ha, ha.
Ha, ha, ha, ha!
Go on, fight. Yes, Kelly?
Micky, do you mind?
Can't deal with telly first thing.
Oh, it's brilliant, this one.
It's where they get the DNA, and they find out it's been--
There's no fucking milk.
Marty's got something to ask you.
Well, see-- uh--
You need to move out.
What?
We're nesting.
We need room for the baby, mate.
But I was going to help you out, you know?
Like the Three Musketeers.
No.
We're like the two musketeers.
And you're like a bloke who insists on crashing with us
and won't take a fucking hint.
You've been hinting?
In neon, with megaphones.
I had a biplane fly past the other day trailing
the banner, Micky, have the sense you were born with,
and get the fuck out!
You're a brilliant flatmate.
No.
You're right.
Your needs are greater.
Don't be like that.
I'll be gone in an hour.
Think you were direct enough?
Hm.
Are can't you crash in the dormobile?
Oh, I don't get the keys for that.
They know how to sell their rust bucket.
Don't wash your gonads in the sink.
Other people have to brush their teeth there.
So where are you going to kip tonight?
Wherever I lay my hat, son.
I was born under a wandering star.
I need no man.
I am a rock.
A rock?
Yeah.
Frank, you're washing yourself in me brother's gaffe.
And you're rolling on deodorant supplied by the--
supplied by the bollock washer.
Trust me.
It's every man for himself.
Only the strongest will survive.
Don't-- don't do that.
KAREN: Yeah, a bit of soup.
Keep strength.
All for one, one for all.
You don't fool me for a fucking minute.
[bouncing on trampoline]
All right, Shane, what's the abuse today?
Go on!
Do your worst.
I'm a big boy.
You all right?
Got you something.
What am I looking at?
All of them.
Any one you like.
Might as well aim high.
Time to move on.
Finally.
What if I don't want to?
I like it here.
It's what we always said we'd do when I graduated.
I think we were wrong to want that.
I think we're right.
You need to make the most of it while you can.
Random drug tests and all that.
Fuck off.
Besides, I don't think I can go through with it.
What?
Passing out ceremony.
So you did all the training, but you're
not going to graduate?
What's the point in that?
I can't.
Not-- not without me dad's blessing.
Fuck your dad.
If I go, who's going to look after him?
He's a survivor.
There's no one there to protect him from himself.
He'll be dead within 18 month.
I can't do that to him.
I can't let him cut me off.
Miss, no one's answering their doors.
I haven't the patience for this.
Call a town meeting.
Put our cards on the table.
Are you sure?
What we're are doing is for the good of these people.
It's time they understood that.
That's 75% of benefit claims in this area are fraudulent.
They're not fraudulent.
They're rejected.
There's a difference.
Parliamentary procedure.
Miss Kenaway has the floor.
If you want to make an interjection,
approach the microphone, and the chair will recognize you.
You heard me.
Yeah.
The thing is, you have got to pay your way.
And more importantly, you've got to be seen to pay your way.
Don't lose your head.
It matters to me.
Why?
Because if I fuck them, I fuck myself.
I don't buy into all this nobility bollocks.
Yeah, you do.
You can't fool me.
I know you.
You can't go on like this.
Less than 15% of residents pay any council tax at all.
No wonder!
Uh, order!
Oi!
Why should anyone pay council tax around here?
The state of the roads, half the street lights
haven't worked in a year.
[applause]
You're make my point for me.
The Chatsworth is a failed estate.
MAN: Hey, it might be a shithole.
But it's our shithole.
No one wants to move here.
You can't expect the authorities to just keep on throwing
good money after bad.
Invest.
[applause]
All right.
OK, I know for a fact that someone in this room
works at the Meinhoffer brewery and is
claiming disability benefit.
Someone else lives in-- thank you--
Anchor Way, is claiming on four separate addresses.
KAREN: Swing a cat, and you'll hit half a dozen.
That's not the point.
Order!
Well, what is the point?
Well, I'm waiting.
Stop punishing people who can't defend themselves.
We're not punishing anyone.
Yeah, you are!
This place sticks in your craw because we're
a dent on the balance sheet.
And the fucking balance sheet is your god.
Correct?
[applause]
This operation will continue whether you cooperate or not.
Fine.
Bring it on.
[applause and cheering]
You'll barred!
How do I get the feeling I've just been set up?
Because you have.
Told you I knew you.
You do realize we've just declared war?
What are you doing?
How do you mean?
I told you that stuff in confidence, just between us.
You're the one who doesn't believe in society.
Doesn't mean I want to join in the goose stepping,
though, does it?
Oh, this isn't about class.
We're not the SS.
It's about people getting away with it.
They bought shares in utilities and satellite dishes
when the going was good.
They?
Who are they?
Well, they are the people who might
be a little bit funny if they knew that you
and me had been chatting.
Keep your ears open, Frank.
I want to know what they are doing.
Shit.
26? Come on.
No.
Why the fuck not?
'Cause you're a tosser.
Serve him, Ches.
It's all right.
Forget it.
I think I just lost me craving.
Well, you should be proud of Carl.
Proud! Proud?
Of that traitor?
Yeah!
Not the traitor bit, though.
And what is your problem?
Want the truth?
Yeah.
You are not like your brothers and sisters.
You are destined for far lesser things.
Cheeky bastard.
You were my one great hope, the salvation of my loins.
We fuck up.
We turn the other cheek.
We run away.
It's our DNA.
Rotten to the core.
Like father, like son.
I'm nothing like you.
Oooh.
I'm not.
Oh, oh--
What are you doing?
You're freaking me out, you tit.
This job won't last.
The real you's in there, fighting to get out.
And I am counting down the days.
You know what gets me, though?
Some fucker's grassing them up.
Passing on details and that. It's not right.
D'you know what?
I fucking hate grassers.
Yeah, they know how to treat them in Iraq and Iran.
And, you know, in the Middle East, they cut their heads off,
man.
No messing about.
They decapitate you for shopping someone?
Yeah!
Big, curly sword.
Pa-chow!
They've got the right idea, mate.
No, no, no no, no.
The Irish, they had the right idea.
They tarred and feathered the informants,
tied them to lampposts.
Come on!
Look, please.
[car horn honking]
Could get hypothermia!
Fucking bird flu, maybe.
Fuck off.
Like turkeys at Christmas.
Morning.
MAN: Morning, sir.
[cheering]
Yeah, fuck off.
Our very own little Che Guevara.
Is that--
The one on the t-shirts.
Footballer?
Yeah.
What's your fucking hair like today?
Where's Karen Maguire, please?
Kiss my dick.
Perhaps your mother has better manners.
I'll tear your fucking head off and shit in your neck.
I'm here.
Uh, your license to sell alcohol on these premises
has been suspended pending investigation.
Investigation of what?
Several possible contraventions
of the Licensing act, 2003, including letting patrons
spend the night at the location.
You don't have the right to serve these.
Oh, this is a multi agency operation.
It's Tobacco and Alcohol, too.
It's across the board. - Fine.
Go ahead. Suspend the license.
We'll give the drink away.
What?
We'll give it away.
We can take the hit.
This place doesn't close ever.
You won't starve us out.
I'll have a triple voddie Rockefeller.
Could you help me out, please?
I've been in here since Tuesday.
Could you not put a little more on the deposit?
For an extra 2,000, you could get this one.
It has a downstairs toilet.
Be perfect for me.
You?
You're going to have to get used to the idea
that this could be a permanent living arrangement.
You're welcome to stay until you sort
out alternative accommodation.
But for the first time in my life,
I could be approved for a mortgage.
And it's for my family's future only.
We may never get our house back.
You wouldn't cast a destitute pensioner out onto the streets.
If I had to, yeah.
Jackson Powell?
Yeah?
We're from Operation New Start.
You claimed income support whilst
undergoing teacher training.
Yes, yes.
But that's--
You also received a maintenance grant
to the sum of 2,906 pounds.
No.
No, it's not-- you don't under--
And a teacher trainee bursary to the sum of 6,000 pounds.
You can't expect a man who was a family to provide
for to live off that alone.
As well as overclaiming on family tax
credits over a period of four years.
You're not listening to me.
My family need it.
Every penny goes on our survival.
I'm like you, an honest working man.
[sirens wailing in distance]
That's the last of it.
Micky, I'm-- I'm sorry.
We owe you big time.
If circumstances were different,
we'd love you to stay.
I-I could babysit.
Get the fuck out!
Get a fucking life!
Don't have to tell me twice.
Hm?
Are you going somewhere?
Moving out.
You all are.
Council sponsored, court sanctioned eviction order.
I'm being prosecuted.
Can you believe that?
He invited them in, made them a cup of tea.
Which, by the way, I've noticed neither has touched.
And offered a light snack for the privilege.
They've made a mistake.
We're not all scroungers.
There's no point.
I'm signing off anyway.
I'm a qualified teacher now.
I've got a post at Saint Morrissey's.
My husband has no comment.
Both of you, out of my fucking house now.
Not another word.
We'll be in touch.
Did you see the way he just looked at me?
Like they would Frank Gallagher?
How fucking dare they?
I'll fix this.
And that's fine then, isn't it?
Just in case, put this pot away somewhere safe.
Because after that lot gets through with us,
at least we'll have something left to piss in.
Pasta do you for lunch?
Oh, I can't stand fucking Italian food.
I-- pasta would be lovely.
More quid, come on.
Can't sell them in the shop.
Look at them all.
What have we done?
CHESNEY: Come on, boys.
Get your pennies out, man.
[cheering]
God knows.
Pint and an orange.
Put a large voddie in it.
Bairn's got to get used to it sometime.
Go on.
What you having?
No, you're all right, thanks.
I'm fine.
[crowd becomes silent]
[pin dropping loudly]
For fuck sake, is it panto season?
What you doing, Frank?
Listen, I'm just--
I'm-- I've had me fill, that's all.
Frank?
I haven't done anything.
You're refusing a free drink.
I'm not.
I'm just--
He's got a guilty conscience.
Wha-- about what?
You threw me out.
He's lying.
He can't even look me in the eye.
Swear on the kids' lives.
I swear.
Swear on Man City.
I swear.
On your mother's memory.
MAN: Oh, Frank.
Grass.
She's got us over a barrel.
If I don't--
[crowd groaning]
No, listen!
If I don't weight her in with info,
she's going to fucking hang me out to dry.
[crowd groaning]
Well, come on then!
Come on!
Come on.
Bring it on, you pack of hyenas!
Fuck all of yous anyway!
Come on!
I'm fucking just a fucking punch bag, ain't I?
One man's torture is another man's justified measures.
I mean, I don't know if I believe
in punishment for its own sake.
I'm more of a rehabilitation man myself.
I have no conscience about it.
I want to see him suffer, two-face grassing bastard.
I might cut your knob off, you know.
You Is still like that, knobless.
I always thought it'd cause you to bleed to death.
But probably not.
You can't kill Frank.
Be like drowning a pet.
I've drowned loads of puppies.
Trust me.
It's fuck all like this.
Still carrying a torch for him, are we?
Yeah.
I don't want him murdered, so I must
be carrying a torch for him.
Is that your logic?
Because there's loads of people that I don't want murdered.
So that must make me a right slapper.
It does turn you into a soprano, though.
You know, high voice and all that.
Sopranos used to be dead valuable in history.
When I say soprano, I do mean castrato, obviously.
[mumbling in objection]
The pope had a whole choir of them in the 16th century.
Burn me, shoot me, drown me at sea.
I don't care what you do, but stop fucking talking.
Punishing him for his own sake makes no sense.
How does it benefit us?
It isn't supposed to benefit us.
Maybe it is.
Look, he spied for them, yeah?
Why can't he spy for us?
Find out what they're up to, bring it here.
And maybe some on some duff information to them
while he's at it?
JAMIE: What, Frank Gallagher, double agent?
Fuck me.
We must be desperate.
Look out, Mata Hari's on the case.
Oh, ha fucking ha.
I don't have to do this.
You shouldn't have blabbed your fucking mouth
off to them in the first place.
You owe us.
All of us.
Big time.
I know that.
That's why I'm trying to put things right, aren't I?
I'm finding out what they're up to.
So you-- we've got a fighting chance of stopping them.
Good luck.
[music playing]
Big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big plans.
Pray tell.
It's bribery.
Need to keep a close eye on your team
because someone on the inside's passing info
in exchange for reddies.
Get Frank another drink, yeah?
I think it helps him to talk more freely.
So Frank, um, what sort of information
are they supplying exactly?
Cite addresses of where you're going to swoop next.
When are you swooping--
you know, in a matter of interest?
MAN: Carmen!
Carmen!
Couldn't find you.
I have no sympathy or time for this.
I love you.
I used to be at your beck and call
every time she spent my money!
Oh, great.
Carmen may be some time.
Oh.
I'm in no rush.
It's all right, love.
Your virtue's safe with me.
I may need glasses, but I'm not totally Stevie Wonder.
Where the fuck has Carmen got to?
Won't see her now.
This always happens when he shows up.
And she falls for it every time.
Her husband.
Ah.
Going through a divorce.
He's a drunk, a womanizer.
He'll have had his way with her, and then
run back to the younger model.
That bastard!
Do you have a little lady crush?
Yeah.
I-- I touched her boob once, while she was asleep.
The left one.
Just, um, brushed my palm across her nipple.
Sleep on it now.
Hard to tell because I'm so pissed,
but I might have just cum in me pants.
You're all stuffed, though.
You know that.
Oh.
It's political, like immigration.
No government can be seen to be supporting benefits.
The underbelly is a cancer.
Let's have another drink.
Oh, no.
Come on.
Come-- you know you want to.
Come on!
Oh, all right.
And then we call it a day.
Right, and I need to um--
Leave the table here.
KENAWAY: Where's Feeney?
What are you doing?
I just--
I dropped me glasses.
[phone chimes]
You look shagged.
[dog barking]
You going somewhere?
I don't know who you are anymore.
Oh, I'm going somewhere.
I don't want to be like everyone else.
I want two parents.
You're so keen to move on.
I think you should.
You're not that stupid.
15 years of marriage?
15 years?
Letitia.
I wouldn't want you looking down your nose at us.
Maybe one of your better class of mates can put you up.
In.
In!
I won't be blackmailed.
Not a fucking word.
[quiet music]
There you go, love.
Oh, Book on.
I've earned it.
If I had my way, you'd be propping
up a bridge somewhere by now.
Oh, what?
You're going to stuff your gums with orange peel,
tell me Luca Brasi sleeps with the fishes?
You don't scare me.
We're fucked.
They're going to evict as many as they can.
But there's no new tenants.
No one's moving in.
They're going to keep the houses empty permanent.
That's stupid.
No, that's clever.
Left empty, the houses will rot.
Yeah, but then no one will want to live here.
Which is exactly what they want.
They're looking to shut down the whole estate.
No houses, no pub, no punters, no people.
This will become one of those places people used to live.
Well I, for one, am lying down to no bully.
I'm with you.
We need a plan.
I wear them for reading sometimes.
I wear contacts.
I need them for watching telly.
I don't need glasses.
I only wear them because fellows can't resist
the sultry secretary look.
How are we going to fight them?
They've got cops and dogs.
CARL: They've got tasers.
We need to be smart.
Guerrilla warfare.
Yeah.
French resistance.
But we're not French.
We're all in the same fucking boat.
FRANK (VOICEOVER): All right, so maybe I was a bit premature.
These are difficult days.
You know, post banking crisis, post
comprehensive spending review, cuts, cuts, and more cuts.
And kick the living shit out of the underbelly,
because they're least equipped to defend themselves.
The more things change, the more they stay the same.
Yeah?
[music playing]
[kenaway talking]
FRANK (VOICEOVER): Society is dead.
Long live society.
[theme music]
The spunk stains on the pillow case and dried in lubricant.
It's a working house.
Have you got a little stiffy under there for me?
No! I really don't.
You'll come round eventually.
[playful music]