[music playing]
Anyone watching, thinking we know
fuck all about knowing fuck all about,
needs to watch their backs.
So you've had your labor, reclassifying school, sending
prices sky high, literally.
Literally.
Taking the grass movement's soul roots.
Now you've got your condemnation.
[cheers]
Liberals noshing [inaudible] is like altar boys [inaudible]..
Haven't we had enough snot fucking stroke?
Or what?
Is revolution a word--
[explosion]
--or was it never?
Anybody watching needs to know we call [inaudible]
better than our flinch with irony in Chatsworth.
Well, for fuck's sake, we live in Manchester.
And they charge us for water.
I wander lonely as a clown necking mushrooms rarely found.
This green and pleasant land avenged in [inaudible]..
Fucking bastard. [scream]
FRANK GALLAGHER: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
It's not theirs anymore.
This is our England, now.
[crowd cheering]
FRANK GALLAGHER: (Yelling) Party.
[wind whistling]
KELLY MAGUIRE (VOICEOVER): Worst thing ever
happened to me, losing me mum.
She was me anchor.
Even with her pissed and passed out on the couch,
I felt safe, protected.
Keep your fucking animal under control.
KELLY MAGUIRE (VOICEOVER): But my mother died,
and all the shit she kept at bay landed
on me, adding one huge dollop.
There were times I thought I might do what she did
and take the easy way out, but something inside
said things will get better.
And they did.
I met Shane and had some of the best years of me life.
Then there was Marty.
With him came another big surprise.
So when I hear things going to sod, I always think, what next?
Because contrary to popular belief,
I'm a sunshine-after-the-rain sort of girl.
Your silver lining type.
COACH: Slowly through the nose, and when you exhale,
I want you to imagine your breaths as arrows of light,
colors of the rainbow.
And shoot them out.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.
And relax.
[music playing]
Good morning.
Hey, good morning.
[inaudible]
[knocking] JACKSON POWELL: Knock.
Still allowed in me own house, aren't I?
Haven't moved in a newer model yet, have you?
Someone more socially acceptable?
Don't be soft.
Frank Gallagher's looking for digs.
Is he more your type?
I'm all right to go up and get some clothes, aren't I?
They are my clothes.
Dad.
Baby, I'm so sorry.
[sad piano music playing]
I'm so sorry.
MARTY: You look like a Lennon man to me.
Power to the people. Don't shoot.
Fuck's sake, Marty.
I'm just trying to make a living.
Your old coat will cheer them up at the shelter, won't it?
Got nowhere to live, but at least I've got
some decent knocked-off tunes.
Best of luck, mate.
Keep positive.
You never know, it might be the best thing
that's ever happened to you.
Where you heading to?
Loncar.
MARTY: You'll love this.
Snoopy Dogg.
Ear worm.
Only dicks pay for music nowadays.
It's not Victorian times.
Bad day at the office.
Fucking recession.
Nobody's got disposable income anymore.
Disgraceful.
MICKEY MAGUIRE: What you up to, Marty?
MARTY: Not much, why?
Going crazy [inaudible]
OK.
Late start this morning.
They can afford it.
They're winning.
They've won.
JAMIE MAGUIRE: It's not over yet, Karen.
It's all about hearts and minds.
I thought it was about houses.
Well, yeah.
COACH: Thank you, ladies.
See you next session.
Partner couldn't make it again?
KELLY MAGUIRE: Really bad weather up in Aberdeen.
False nine.
Couldn't get off the rig.
I'll make sure he's up to speed.
Well, fingers crossed he makes it for the birth.
Has he booked time off?
Not sure.
Let me look.
Ah, here it is.
Filed under mind your own fucking business.
You're crowding me [inaudible].
[music playing]
BILLY TUTTON: It's like "Sopranos," isn't it?
Hanging outside the club, drinking,
talking, cruising the bitches.
Without changing buds and nappies.
Bat your eyes, KCK, she gets cranky.
Yeah.
That's like the Sopranos.
Future flashing before your eyes, eh?
Look, what happened?
It wasn't your fault.
It fucking was.
Totally stole Kelly off Shane [inaudible]..
Bullshit, man.
It goes against the code.
I'm Talking about his wife and kids flying in a fire
in Spain, you twat.
[groan]
There is no code.
She's more my feel soul than you.
Fucking gangster me.
Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow.
[baby crying]
[baby talk]
Look, I got a flat screen there before.
You'll be a good dad, you.
I won't.
Don't listen to that prick.
If it don't involve acne or MILFs, he's got no experience.
I'm a fucking jinx, all right?
Everything I care about, everyone I love, get damaged.
There's no such thing as jinxed.
Who's been in my life long term?
Cum bucket.
CHESNEY KARIB: Look, for 10 pounds I'll [inaudible]
ANGRY CUSTOMER: Fucking thief.
Guy's going off his knocker because I
won't give him 50 quid for a two-year-old portable.
Can't fucking move that shit [inaudible]..
I always used to think it was prawn shop.
I always thought me grandad was taking his wedding
ring down to the prawn shop.
You better have a good reason for dragging me out of my pit.
Oh, yeah.
Sorry I'm late.
Fucking yoga stresses me out.
Bob upset? - He never showed.
Bob?
He hasn't missed in--
ever.
Had an accident, something to do with a truck and a pelican.
Poor bugger.
[music playing]
He's got no one.
Mm-hmm.
He was a gentleman, you know?
He always asked after me.
"How were you today, Kelly?" and he'd
actually wait for an answer.
And then you'd toss him off.
I'm going to go see him.
Hospital's no place for you in your condition.
You might catch something.
Maybe it's me hormones.
I mean, fuck knows I could bottle and sell them
at the minute, but I'm going in.
You missed a bit.
[music playing]
Bastard.
Fucking [inaudible] scratched myself now.
For fuck's sake, we're not robbing cars.
We'll never shift them.
It's not the cars that we're after.
Watch and learn.
Stop fucking hitting me.
I'm 26 years old.
Could you explain yourself?
All those fuckers that are evicting
people from the estate, yeah?
The gestapo.
We've got to leave them out with somewhere, don't they?
We can't bring them onto the Chatsworth.
There's teeth snuffing about.
It's out about the cars.
It's about the boot being the boot.
You've seen the gear.
They've got a lot of phones, laptops, tablets, scanners.
Got to keep it somewhere.
So you're taking pictures of it.
If I want to connect me PIN number to me computer,
I wouldn't do it if they want my Austrailian all over the place.
You know I don't believe in computers, don't you?
Bluetooth.
It detects another wireless device
and asks you if you want to make a connection.
To which you reply--
You clever bastard.
[car alarms]
Mortgage or not.
Job or no job.
I will always be with you.
This makes you a very lucky man because I'm a catch.
Say thank you, Avril.
I wanted more.
I didn't.
The whole world is fucked up because people want more.
I want us, Tish.
Everything else is just--
stuff.
There are people around here are far worse off than us.
WOMAN BELOW TRAMPOLINE: You can say that again.
What are you doing?
WOMAN BELOW TRAMPOLINE: Evicted.
We've been living under here three days.
MAN BELOW TRAMPOLINE: Listen to your missus, mate.
She talks sense.
Want one?
Pig in a blanket.
[snort]
Unacceptable.
Oh, yeah?
Didn't take you long to revert society.
I am still the same lad.
I'm Carl fucking Gallagher.
Except now I've got a job.
It's not a job.
It's a Faustian deal.
You sold your soul to Beelzebub, you fucking moppet,
and you don't even know it.
Oh, yeah.
What, because of your father or your grandfather
are some [inaudible] 200 years ago?
They're as much my blood as they are yours.
[inaudible] come from here.
Have some dignity.
Change you name.
Fuck the past.
[inaudible] Stella.
[inaudible] Little Cilla?
That's why I'm doing it, to make this place less of a shithole
for them to grow up in.
They've sucked out your soul.
Bollucks.
Well, prove it then.
Now, go on.
Yeah, I thought so.
FRANK GALLAGHER: We were brought up
to be suspicious of the police, you know, the oppressive
arm of the state, charging demonstrators
on horseback, riot shield on the noggin, all that.
I got me [inaudible] back once, after some
little Welsh prick rubbed it.
FRANK GALLAGHER: Your grandad was in Cork, then, you know?
Black and tans.
We can't have a Gallagher in the police.
It's good pension.
FRANK GALLAGHER: I mean, he's a bright lad.
You know, not academic bright, mind you.
You know, he takes after his mother in that respect.
But you can [inaudible] his hands--
And he's a looker.
Well, I always thought he looked
like he just got his finger in a socket or something, you know?
[grunts] - No.
The teens, the MILFs, the GILFs.
They've all ride him given half the chance.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
He was in here last night.
I had one too many.
Some will think of me and the stalker.
It wasn't me.
Smell if you want.
I'll need reimbursing.
After all the business he's given you over the years?
True.
He was a lovely customer.
Is a lovely customer.
He's not dead yet.
He you're here.
Every time I saw him lately I kept complaining about my feet
killing me.
Used to give me a full massage.
Had a thing about feet, didn't he?
And a briefcase full of all kinds of books on feet.
He's a chiropodist.
Wouldn't put it past him.
Back to work soon, Ells.
Profit in that bump.
[heart monitor beeping]
[music playing]
[door close]
For old time's sake, pal?
[fast heart monitor beeping]
[slower heart monitor beeping]
JACKSON POWELL: Do I look like a man with quid to spare?
It's [inaudible] again, mate.
She did David [inaudible] already.
Could ask Jonesy.
I know he won't be able to take it on account
he's got no house to live in.
MICKEY MAGUIRE: How much?
JACKSON POWELL: That's all I've got.
How do you sleep at night?
I don't care who did it.
I even admire you cheek, a little.
But I want my computer back.
It's not a work computer.
It's my personal property, immaterial,
of sentimental value.
And pictures of my children, Christmas, birthdays, holidays,
things I can't replicate or replace,
and stupidly I have no backup.
JAMIE MAGUIRE: Sorry you've lost your mementos.
Thanks to you, these people have lost their homes.
KAREN MAGUIRE: Still got photographs.
They just don't have anywhere to put them.
This is a step too far.
Personal items are not part of game.
The game?
Yeah.
The fucking game.
You people, oh, you think you're so clever.
What you do is not a victimless crime.
You're a mad cow.
All your cheating and scamming and benefit fraud.
Good people like me--
And me
--have our lives impacted upon directly
by your scavenging lives.
We bear the cost.
JACKSON POWELL: No, you fucking, dumb--
what you mean is, the rules are rigged in your favor.
Everything's rigged in your favor.
And the moment one of us bites back in the smallish way,
you kick and scratch and scream "I want mine.
What about mine?"
That's my mom.
WOMAN ON RIGHT: Look, come on.
Piss off, fuck off, you bitch.
Leave me alone.
Upset by a couple of evictions, are you?
Yeah.
Getting all Spartacus on my ass.
Progress is coming, like it or not.
Five years from now, maybe seven,
this place won't even be here.
None of you will be here.
The rest of society are not funding the underbelly anymore.
We're not doing it.
So it won't be 30 evictions, or 40, or even 100.
Ten years from now, this place will be wasteland.
(WHISPERING) And that's not opinion.
That's policy.
Well, fuck off.
I don't know.
If I wanted misery, I could have stayed at home, you know?
What sort of shop you running here, anyway?
This place is fucked.
It's always been fucked.
It's a vital part of its appeal.
People don't know what the future holds.
They're upset.
The future is what you fuching make it.
Come on.
Where's the spirit, '68?
[dead silence]
Oh, what the fuck?
Student riots?
Paris?
[inaudible] Tune in, drop out?
[crowd chatter]
Shag a skag because she'll let you?
Civil disobedience.
Huh?
You don't have to play by their fucking rules.
Make some up of your own.
Seize the fucking day.
It's not French.
They blockade the motorways, don't they?
[inaudible] burn sheep.
Ditto.
Thank you.
You have to admire the Gauls for their gall.
Despite their cheese-eaten surrender monkey tendencies.
What more can we gip?
Why does it matter to you so much, anyway?
Because all this misery is ruining my fucking pint.
[music playing]
[steady heart monitor beep]
I'm hanging up me crotchless when this little bundle drops.
Can't have your [inaudible] on the game, can you?
I've got to be responsible.
I mean, if me and Marty go tits up like me and Shane--
because these things happen--
it'd just be me and the kid.
I want this more than I've ever wanted anything, Bob.
If he'll have the kid, flat, nice little job where I
don't have to wear a cumshield.
I want the dream.
I reckon him upstairs will let me have it.
BOB'S WIFE: Have what?
Sorry, who are you?
His wife.
Who are you?
Not a typical hospital visitor, if you don't mind me saying so.
I'm just aware that some folk don't have anyone.
I mean, I had no idea Bob were married.
You missed his wedding ring.
He never wore it.
Sorry.
My dad never wore a wedding ring.
Just don't even think to look.
[sad piano music playing]
That must have been a real shock.
I'm sorry.
The doctor said I should prepare myself for the worst.
The damage to his brain is extensive, and if he did
make a recovery--
Look, you don't know what'll happen, nor do the doctors.
They're just giving you a worst case scenario.
Have a look at my photos.
I know she's going to have some homemade porn on there,
don't you? - She's a businesswoman.
She's filth.
I can tell, mate.
And this place will be wasteland.
Almost cum in me pants. - Ew.
[group laughter]
Hey, we could stick a couple of barricades,
block the roads like Derry in the old days.
Oh, that's all we need?
Rubber bullets and petro bombs.
MIMI MAGUIRE: Could I enlist Marty Fisher.
He [inaudible].
Oh, that's opening a can of worms, isn't it?
He's imbalanced.
He won't know when to stop.
(LAUGHING) Till Kelly says so.
Sorry.
Maybe we'll take the fight to her.
Why is Chatsworth the battleground?
Take it to Zergaf.
It's nice, Zergaf.
She tried to seduce me there, you know.
MIMI MAGUIRE: Hah.
JACKSON POWELL: She's got a meeting tomorrow at her hotel.
Council, work, and pensions, they're all coming.
MIMI MAGUIRE: Dress to go up as a chambermaid.
Book the room.
LETITIA POWELL: I'd look brilliant as a chambermaid.
JAMIE MAGUIRE: Good idea, Jason Bourne.
Shall I just get me a big bag of fucking listening devices?
I resisted, if anyone's interested.
I think she craves the furry chalice.
Oh, fuck me.
I would pay to see that.
We won't need to book the room.
JAMIE MAGUIRE: How so?
You'll see.
Hi, everyone.
This is Joelda.
She's got a rather unique talent.
If you can just stand aside.
The old one is saying, "dress you up like a chambermaid
at my place.
We could charge it on an hour."
The young one says, "I will have tuition fees to pay."
Fuck
She-- she can read minds?
Lips, dickhead, she lipreads.
Joelda is going to be our secret weapon.
Now go.
(SINGING) Roxanne, you don't have to put on the red light.
Hiya.
Cripes.
[inaudible] Not much for betting now.
Nice, brilliant.
I like singles.
Doubles are big.
Look, don't let your dad get you down.
Oh, no.
I won't.
Going to your thing, then?
What is it?
Personnel raid.
[inaudible]
You've got to.
Fucking idiots around here will shoot anyone down.
We've got to do our own thing.
It's not that easy.
Your dad has made his own choices in life.
Sins of the father revisited on the son.
Women just don't understand, mate.
Will you fuck off with your father/son [inaudible]..
Frank is just better.
Yeah, but it won't make it any easier for him to cut
him loose, though will it?
All right, so Carl's supposed to give
up the best opportunities ever out there to babysit his dad?
But can I say something?
[inaudible] Can you fuck off?
I'm in the bath.
MIMI MAGUIRE: [inaudible]
KAREN MAGUIRE: Reading the paper, Daily Mailer thing.
MIMI MAGUIRE: Boredom bitch.
Can't believe I missed loose women for this.
Oh, the lap dog's arrived.
Ugh.
She makes my clit shrink.
People in suits with her.
Joelda.
Poor girl.
MIMI MAGUIRE: Nice one, Jody.
I'll save you some sweeties.
She can't you.
You have to say it to her face.
Just as well.
I was lying, anyway.
[sad piano music playing]
What's going on?
One of the girls had it upstairs.
It smells.
Me hormones are mental I could smell
a strawberry a hundred yards and I ripped skin off me nostrils.
Where have you been?
Hospital.
Bob's wife's she's in bits.
I did ring you.
What's the [inaudible].
Being with him.
He's over as sudden as that.
You have to cherish what you've got.
But you know that better than anyone.
[crying softly]
This is yours.
It's ours.
You made it with me.
I can't do it on me own.
Actually, I fucking could.
But I don't want to.
I'll mess it up.
You'll mess it up if you carry on ignoring your baby.
Isn't enough of that around here.
If you can't, I need to know now.
May as well fuck off now.
MIMI MAGUIRE: Ah, that's done for the day.
Thank you.
Isn't Jody's handwriting lovely?
Dead Fancy.
[groans]
Mimi.
Oh, my God.
Postcodes, bank accounts, credit history,
cross-referred databases, specially designed software--
Oh?
Computers we use are about 20 years old and shit.
They know everything about everyone.
They can do what they want.
There's 112 houses cleared so far.
And tomorrow it will pass the tipping point.
MIMI MAGUIRE: What's tipping point?
A math formula.
An exact calculation of how many empty
houses it will take before the Chatsworth will never recover.
JAMIE MAGUIRE: What do you do with a load
of empty fucking houses? [ticking clock]
What if we all moved into each other's places
instead of their own?
So nobody's in the house they're supposed to be in?
Then the fuckers won't know who's who.
Say that again, what you just said.
What if we all moved in, into a house.
And the fuckers won't know who's in each of them.
Right?
When I ran away, I stayed at this guy's house called
Derek for a couple months.
He claims squatter's rights in this tight little terrace.
Still there now.
Musical houses.
Everybody squats in everyone else's gaff.
They'll have to start from scratch, then wouldn't they?
Well, we've only got till tomorrow.
[music playing]
Think we're leaving you on your own in here,
I think you've got another thing coming.
What the fuck?
[music playing] You better smoke another blunt and continue
dreaming.
You can't front, Jack.
Yeah.
When you see me coming, get the fuck out the entrance.
[inaudible] fill up, yo.
I'm gonna kill [inaudible] that thing, kill Bill.
Yeah.
I'm a [inaudible]
Right, move.
[music playing] Yo.
Kill that thing, kill Bill.
Yeah.
When you-- when you see me coming,
get the fuck out the entrance.
Very nice.
Hi, lads.
You all right?
[music playing] So put that in your pipe and smoke it.
You can't front, Jack.
When you-- when you see me coming,
get the fuck out the entrance.
Yeah.
So put that in your pipe and smoke it.
But remember, you don't go anywhere near your old home.
You go to the properties that are allocated.
I don't fancy that.
Or you can stay homeless, you ungrateful fucks.
We've just put an en suite in, though.
You've got a one-bed maisonette.
Why'd you need an en suite?
- Have they been cleaned? - Yeah.
Yeah, Aki's been in with the other one.
I've cleaned your fucking hovel.
Can you believe this, mom?
Josie, number 12, Marine Road.
John, 28 Anchor Way.
That's only a one-bedroom in there.
It's not grand designs. [inaudible]
[MUSIC - THE SMITHS, "WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES IT MAKE?"]
Go, go, go.
(WHISPERING) Wake the kids.
It's time to Go to your new house.
Wake up.
[yelling]
[grunting]
[MUSIC - THE SMITHS, "WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES IT MAKE?"]
Tonight the devil will find--
[inaudible]
[MUSIC - THE SMITHS, "WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES IT MAKE?"]
--work for idle hands to do.
Come on, Chaz.
Put your back into it.
Keep moving.
[baby crying]
[grunting]
[MUSIC - THE SMITHS, "WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES IT MAKE?"] But
now you made me feel so ashamed because I've only
got two hands.
But I'm still fond of you.
Oh--
[grunting]
[excited chatter]
[knocking]
Wake up, now.
The sun's about to shine on your ass,
for the first time in a while, I'd guess.
[banging]
[yelling]
There you go.
Make yourself at home.
Hi, girls.
We can do this.
[laughing]
More of Abby's stuff coming.
[MUSIC - THE SMITHS, "WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES IT MAKE?"] Oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh--
Why don't you slow down for a bit and [inaudible]??
Why is he not wanting that?
What are you doing?
Police [inaudible].
Fuck it.
Nice, big brucey bog.
[laughing]
[children laughing] [MUSIC - NAT KING COLE,
"YOU STEPPED OUT OF A DREAM"] You stepped out of a cloud,
I want to take you away, away from the crowd.
I don't understand.
This can't be happening.
[MUSIC - NAT KING COLE, "YOU STEPPED OUT OF A DREAM"] Alone
and apart, out of a dream--
Breaking and entering, damage to property.
You said yourselves yesterday, we make the rules.
So every time you break them, you're
just giving us more ammunition.
You're damaging yourselves.
That's clever.
We'll just evict all over again,
only this time the penalties will be stiffer, custodial.
Yeah, but no one's back in the same house.
What?
Oh, no one's returned to the same properties.
All got new occupants.
With your info, work and pensions, land revenue,
council tax--
Immigration.
--Useless.
You don't know who's who.
Or where.
You don't seriously think this will stop it?
Yeah.
I seriously do.
So screwed.
They'll be back.
Only next time they'll hit twice as hard.
Dogs.
PSCs, alarm systems, and custody
for anyone who doesn't comply.
I love my job.
[phone ringing]
COACH: Two three, four, and out.
Arrows of light.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.
Camel toe.
Bless you.
[inaudible] twitches.
Ha, ha, ha
Well, you know I still get it with you when I've got the on.
You've got the on?
Yeah.
COACH: Ha, ha, ha ha--
Fucking brilliant.
Now I've got the on.
COACH: Great. OK.
Up we get, mums.
Thank you very much.
This is better than being in the rig off Aberdeen, eh?
What?
Have you booked time off for the birth?
Oi. One born every minute.
Back off.
No, it's all right.
We're not going to be negative about this.
We'll be good.
[giggles]
You'll have to excuses us, but, you
know what hormones are like.
I really need to go and ride me boy.
Have you had any thoughts on breastfeeding?
Unleash the beast.
Say one nipple rush, areolas, [inaudible]..
Poopies.
Milky mountains.
[grunting and groaning]
- Tell me again. - I want my baby.
I want my baby.
[screaming] Baby.
Well, the first day is over, your housing, health education.
It just got bloated and unaffordable.
Just like a direct consequence of everyone living longer.
[sighs] Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
That's what you sound like to me, do you know that?
We can beat them.
We're better than them.
It's not about them and us.
We're no fucking different.
What, you think they don't love their kids
as much as we love ours?
I have rejected 20 calls today from my estranged,
alcoholic husband who presently is fucking a girl
barely scraping legality.
And yet, at some point--
at some point, I will let him come back
and rip the heart out of me again,
and I'll pay for the privilege.
How is that better?
My husband wets the bed.
Look Look, it's about the system and getting it to work for you.
That's all that counts.
It's time to grow some balls, Feeney.
You don't sound like yourself.
Be very clear, there are no lengths I won't go to.
What, you think I'm going to let 10 lazy bastards
keep me from my salary?
JAMIE MAGUIRE: Well, it's all right.
I'll admit you're the middle of the fucking sandwich.
[inaudible] up there.
Oh, that's a fucking no.
I was tricked down here. All right?
Said she'd give me a blow--
Only till [inaudible] I tried the trailor records
and he didn't pick up on it.
Right, that door stays locked until you sort it out.
Oh, come on.
Any stock he drinks, you pay for it.
I shouldn't have to prove myself.
You're my dad.
100 million sperm, and me best swimmer
turns out to be a Judas.
What are the chances?
I need you.
I'm five months gone.
You're first?
We only had the one.
Unplanned.
This one took me a little bit by surprise.
Scared
I'm fucking terrified.
Oh, you'll be a great mum.
Look at the kindness you've shown me.
Look at how you care for Bob, someone you don't even know.
I think you're remarkable.
I love a man who's in touch with his feminine side.
I've got your moisturizer on me forehead, too.
Christmas present, or the coupon?
Green bottle.
Can't read any more of this.
It's all spreadsheets and proposals.
I'm going snowblind.
You did good.
I won't let it go to my head.
Have you seen this?
Our contract is on here.
It's totally gold-plated.
I've got to get this to Karen and Jamie.
Is interesting stuff.
A contract of employment, terms and conditions.
150 grand.
All that's her salary?
That's her bonus, if she manages to permanently
board up 120 houses.
That's horrible.
You can see why she'd be pissed off at us.
Is it wrong, right?
That she gives me a full-on stiffy every single time
I see her?
Mind if I ask you a question?
How'd you do it?
I mean, the whole wife thing?
All those years, and he's still in love?
We haven't been in love in a long time.
We've been married 45 years.
People change.
Yeah, but you change together.
The love we have now is--
nothing like the love we used to have.
Well, that's normal, isn't it?
I suppose.
Bob was never the most physical of men.
He never-- he wasn't a sexual man.
Heh?
I know it must seem odd to a woman of your age,
but I need that attention, the satisfaction.
So I look for it, and I find it with other men.
Other lovers.
Truth be told, I'm very much in love with someone.
I was going to tell Bob, but then this happened.
You're leaving him?
He's an old man, inside as well as out.
Maybe you weren't trying hard enough.
Excuse me?
Never had any trouble when he were with me.
Worked out well for you, this, doesn't it?
Best of luck, he'll pop his [inaudible]
you won't have to tell him.
What do you mean, with you?
I'm a prostitute, love.
A hooker, a lady of the night.
I'm a la Douce.
Bob was one of me regulars.
Probably saw me when you were at your lover's, being satisfied.
You slut.
You're no better.
Get out.
(YELLING) No, Hannah, stop it.
Get off me.
[groans]
[louder heart monitor beep]
RADIO ANCHOR (VOICEOVER): Moving on, on a [inaudible] man
has been arrested on suspicion of arson.
The arrest follows a three-month long investigation
of a suspected fire bomb attack on a house in south Manchester.
Now let's have a look at what's happening on the roads.
Traffic's starting to build up in the usual places.
We've had reports of an overturned lorry
on the M60 clockwise--
[breaking glass]
[screaming] You fucking bastard.
[yelling and laughing]
[MUSIC - SEX PISTOLS, "ANARCHY IN THE UK"] Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha ha, ha, ha, ha I am an antichrist,
I am an anarchist, don't know what I want,
but I know how to get it.
I want to destroy passer by 'cause I want to be anarchy.
What's happening [inaudible]?
[MUSIC - SEX PISTOLS, "ANARCHY IN THE UK"] Anarchy,
you know what I mean.
And I want to be an anarchist.
I'm getting pissed, destroy.
Right.
Let's go.
[car alarms]
[screams]
She's destroyed people's lives.
She's caused her own mayhem.
How is hurting her going to benefit us?
I enjoy violence as much as the next man.
We need to keep a cool head.
I want her to suffer.
I seen this film once where a cowboy, like,
cuts off the squaw's tits.
Jesus.
No.
When did you become so tough?
[inaudible]
Oh, Karen, you're reverse psychology has fooled me.
I'm off to take a chainsaw to the woman.
Very funny.
What do you want?
I will not be intimidated.
I'm not trying to intimidate you.
You're going to get chopped up and thrown
in a Manchester ship car.
I'm not so shocked.
You're not the first.
I knew 100 lads like you when I was growing up.
You don't have to be like this.
Don't be scared.
It's not that messy, once all the blood
drains from your corpse.
The only question remaining for you is do you want to pass up
this literally once-in-a-lifetime
opportunity and deliver me a blow job before it's too late?
JAMIE MAGUIRE: DNA, Shane.
Fuck off.
I'm just asking.
[squeals]
It's like the old days around here.
One in the bathroom, two in the dungeon.
Grub's up.
FRANK GALLAGHER: About fucking time.
Of course, the kidnappee upstairs is worth a few bob.
[inaudible] a fifty grand bonus if they can
get people out of their houses?
[inaudible]
Where's the poetry of the free market?
Sure.
Oh, she's insured up to the hilt as well.
She so much as trips over a stiletto on the job,
she's minted for life.
She can't lose for winning.
- See what you're on about? - [inaudible]
These are the ranks you joined.
You are directly responsible for the death of this community.
It's not fucking funny.
It's tragic.
You miserable asshole.
Look, this committee will never die.
Look how much they're fighting back.
Kicked out of their homes, and still
refusing to lie down, no matter what that blumbin does to him.
You are still spreading her gospel.
She has no fucking gospel.
If you clubbed her over the head for the insurance,
she'd be delighted.
So make your mind of what fucking side you're on.
I'm on me own side.
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up.
Shut-- - Yeah?
Shut up.
Shut up thought for me.
(WHISPERING) Carl.
Carl.
Carl, Carl, Carl, Carl. Carl.
Carl, Carl, Carl, Carl, are you in there, son?
- What? - My boy.
That is the best idea I have ever--
What is?
Do her in for the insurance money.
Let her take her black, black soul off somewhere else.
I never said that.
Yes, you fucking did.
And I have never been prouder of you.
Under those layers.
Layers.
Think of it.
Gallagher still be.
[grunting]
Get off me.
CARMEN KENAWAY: No.
Under no circumstances.
You're covered by a gold-plated insurance scheme
while on agency business.
Absolutely not. If you
If you get injured at work, you get a six-figure payout.
Yeah, that doesn't make it any more palatable.
It's the injured bit that, you know, leaves me a little cold.
You will not empty this place.
People won't just lie down.
We can arrange for you to be hurt.
In a controlled manner.
And in return, you erase all databases, spreadsheets,
original copies, mainframe, and backup on every person
on the Chatsworth estate.
You're not asking for much, are you?
Can you do it?
Yeah, it only takes a password.
I have remote access to all the systems.
I can delete them.
Permanently?
Including backup?
Permanently and irrevocably, if I have a mind to.
Which I don't.
Why are you so nasty?
I'm not nasty.
I'm focused.
I think woman needs to be.
Excuse me.
Need the little boys room.
How old are you?
[inaudible]? 45?
Fuck off.
Scrape the cement away.
That one will never see 50 again.
Your point being, is this how you want
to spend the next two years?
Are you really that committed on getting one over on us?
She's not committed, though.
Are you?
It's not political.
It's not an agenda.
It's about being strong. Being in control.
Bet your husband's a right prick.
Ha, ha, ha.
You don't hide it well.
I believe in what I'm doing.
It's necessary.
But-- I'm so sick of all this unpleasantness.
I am.
I'm so tired.
I'm exhausted.
What safeguards would I have?
Trust us.
Violence is our thing.
Do you need me to get you a nurse?
We-- she'll get you some painkillers.
How's Bob?
Same.
Sorry.
The baby, who--
I told you I was jinxed.
I don't need this.
Everything I touch turns to shit.
Everything.
I don't have the strength for this to be about you, Marty.
Can't leave Bob on his own.
Oh, forget about fucking Bob.
He has no one.
And he could be stuck inside that injury for years.
I'll take care of Bob.
Worry not.
You take care of her, or you've got me to answer to.
I'm sorry.
[loud knocking]
Private meeting.
Fuck off.
All right, take one each.
And don't let anyone else see it.
All right, everyone's volunteered, but only one of us
can do the deed.
There can be only one.
Behave.
If anyone gets fingered for this,
they'd be looking at a very long stretch.
Serious assault of someone in government business.
What the fuck--
am holding the coats, or what? - She knows you.
We don't want her to be able to ID the attackers.
Well, you took a ballot.
You're hardly inconspicuous.
[gasps] - Ratted.
Firstly, Enoch, we're not the only blacks in the village.
Secondly--
[groans]
[laughing]
[inaudible]
It's the principle.
All right.
Whoever's got it, wear the mask.
Wear the mask.
Right.
And exercise some restraint.
Just beat him enough to get compensation.
Not enough to piss her off.
[groaning]
Crack her on the nose.
What about-- kneecaps?
They're always good, aren't they?
Look, definitely no kneecaps.
Too far.
Yeah, she won't walk for months.
I've heard enough here.
Look, a targeted beating.
Just enough to fool a loss adjuster.
There you go, love.
Good boy.
No need to hang on, now love.
You've already gone, haven't you?
Goodnight, sweetheart.
God bless.
[MUSIC - NAT KING COLE, "YOU STEPPED OUT OF A DREAM"]
You stepped out of a dream.
You are too wonderful to be what you seem.
Could there be eyes like yours?
[screams]
[elevator jazz music]
KAREN MAGUIRE: I got you flowers.
Got you grapes.
Can you move your hand?
Yeah.
That's the correct account.
I just want to check how much outstanding
we have on our council tax.
Done.
You better not be winding us up.
Because there is still time to plant you under a flyover.
What they've all crashed?
And when will they be back up and running?
Everyone's system went down at the same time.
Congratulations.
You're a wealthy woman.
Nice doing business with you.
While I continue to be a police officer,
I will, to the best of my skill and knowledge,
discharge all the duties thereof, faithfully
according to law.
Can you eat that after?
The fondant fancy?
Dismissed.
[music playing] He won't step on you again.
--step on you--
Let's get you a drink, yeah?
Fuck off.
Give the lady a beer before I stick me toe up your ass,
and not in a nice way.
She's our guest.
Now treat her like one.
Mingle, Mrs. Feeney.
Nope, can't make it out.
They're Polish.
Cheaper.
Is that what you're looking for in a condom?
Cheapness?
Forget condoms, son.
Bareback is best, first and always.
Sorry for your loss.
Come here, man.
You're a fucking animal.
What?
The guy just lost a baby.
Fuck off.
MRS. FEENEY: Can I have a cold one?
Why are you all being so nice to me?
Well, you're losing your religion as we speak.
And we've all been there at one point or another.
You know, I never really thought of you people as--
people before.
[loud laughing]
You're a curious one.
We really achieved something big.
I'm proud.
These people here.
Every one of them-- has a bar tab as long as a bride's train.
License to sell alcohol, reinstated.
But you said everybody's drinks were on the house.
You didn't believe that, didn't you?
Hearts and minds, Karen. Hearts and minds.
Take me.
Rough, six out of 10.
Stamina-- I flushed myself twice just watching them.
Why am I sitting with you two?
I'm so confused.
[gasping]
KELLY MAGUIRE (VOICEOVER): So when it seems you can't take
anymore, it looks like there's no way out,
no solution to your problems, just remember this:
there's always tomorrow.
It's easy to give in, to give up.
It's much harder to look for the silver lining,
but it's worth looking for.
It's really worth looking for.
[theme music]