[music playing]
Anyone watching thinking we know
fuck all about knowing fuck all about
needs to watch their back--
ugh!
So you've had your labor, reclassifying skunk,
sending prices sky high, literally, literally taking
the grass of 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's sake, we live in Manchester.
[smack]
And they charg us for water.
I wandered lonely as a clown, making mushrooms rarely found.
It was green and pleasant land in ancient time.
Fucking [inaudible].
[screams]
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya.
It's not theirs anymore.
This is our England now.
[cheering]
Party!
JAMIE: As far back as I can remember,
I never wanted to be a gangster.
But what chance when you're born into a family like mine?
And once you're in that world, image becomes everything.
But how long should you carry that image with you?
How much does it count as time hurdles on?
Even for you straightgoeers, I bet it was important
being seen as one of the toughest and collest kids
in the school.
Does that matter 5, 10, 20 years on,
driving your white van or your company car,
fantasizing about getting a grip of the secretary
at the work's do?
In my world, it's harder to shake.
What's it going to take to realize
that image can mean fuck all?
[scream on tv]
The sequel is never as good.
I thought the first one was shit.
What time is your mum back?
Half hour yet?
Gotta get moving then.
[snaps handcuffs]
What's all this about?
[banging on door]
[opens door]
[breathing heavily]
It's OK.
Aidan!
[chatter]
Aidan!
Aidan?
Aidan!
What's wrong with you?
You've been late every day this week.
See you there.
[sighs] You're losing it.
Cheeky little baghead's swerving again.
Name me a junkie that doesn't try it on.
Later, Slash.
[radio playing]
Leave it out, you chump.
[gags]
Pay up.
Or else those needles will be going into places
they really shouldn't.
[dial tone]
Is that to do with the window cleaner?
Window licker, always pleading poverty.
He needs a visit.
Uh, why can't Norbert go?
Are you calling Norbert?
'Cause you've got more of a presence.
No he hasn't.
Oh, come on, baby.
Why do you think we never send you out on your own?
Where does he live?
[music playing]
(SINGING) I walked away [inaudible] wandering, I know.
I look around [inaudible].
And as you would expect, [inaudible]..
Try and make it last longer.
Supply is getting low.
[closes door]
CHESNEY: Thanks.
See ya in a bit.
Since when does a copy of "Manchester Male" cost 40 quid?
[chuckles nervously] Nah, they were settling their mom's bill.
We had an agreement, Ches.
If you serve weed, you come to us.
It's not weed.
Well, it's funny-looking bugle.
But it's not normal weed.
What is it?
[sighs] Because it's in a sampler, some herbal shit.
Is it legal?
Until the government hear about people
having a good time. - What do you do, smoke it?
CHESNEY: Yeah.
Pipe, bong, bake in a cake, birds love it.
Yeah?
My Nina is well into that earthy shit, you know-- hairy armpits,
don't shave her legs.
Fuck off, full on hairy growler.
I love it.
Aw, Shane, leave it out.
Well, that's all that's left!
Well, you're lucky I won't have to tell our Jamie.
You'd be taxed a lot more than this.
[sighs heavily]
I'm not going to get in trouble over you.
Missy ain't back yet?
She'll be back in next week, driving
us mad with her shit poems.
Do you think turning ourselves in?
- To who? - The police.
You're right in the head?
They might go easy on us.
For what?
I did nothing.
Exactly, so why haven't you been yet?
She knows who we are.
It makes you wonder.
About what?
- Maybe Frasier was right. - About what?
Maybe she wanted it.
[DOOR CLOSES
Miss Sporritt asked where you were.
Look, if you don't get a grip, they'll
send you to another school.
Least of my worries.
[sighs]
Fancy the Trafford Centre?
Come on, then.
Ooh, who's this little honey?
Hello.
Ew.
You go.
I'll catch you later.
You're going to stay with these jokers?
For a bit. It's all right.
A little mouse tells me you're behaving irrationally.
The police.
You know I wouldn't.
'Cause I'll find you, and I'll kill you.
I wouldn't.
Definitely, the motherfuckers must
be messing with your napper.
Must be.
FRIEND: She hasn't reported anything, agreed?
So how have we done anything wrong, then?
Hmm?
That's my boy, Aidan, back on track.
Too right, the dirty bitch wanted
it just like that little split arse you were start with.
She's all right.
Well, tell her to bring some mates and meet us in the park.
She won't want to.
Come on, Aidan, share the wealth.
All of you hang with the back of her, while she sucks me off.
[chuckles] Come on.
[smack]
[thud]
[crash]
You little bastard.
You better be on your toes.
I'll find you.
Do it good then, 'cause I'll cut you up proper next time.
Yeah, right.
[door closes]
[laughing]
I thought you were at work.
Anyone'd think you want me on my back all day.
Hey, it's a gender thing.
Women are from Venus.
Men are assholes.
[door closes]
I thought you were a wanted man this side of Manchester.
And everywhere else.
[chuckles]
[vigorously backslapping]
Great, hey.
Hey, look at this, ey?
Look at that.
Life's certainly looking after to you, ey?
I could still bench press 200 pounds.
- So can my sister. - I can believe that.
I've met your sister.
Still got the gab?
Nice one.
[vigorously backslapping]
- Good to see you. - Yay.
Drink?
Yeah.
[opens door]
[techno music playing]
[closes door]
[kicks in door]
Shane.
[dog barking]
Get rid of the dog.
So you can do me in?
Not if you pay up.
[dog barking]
Now behave.
It's been slow.
You stop lying.
You saved those butt-heads to remake "Dawn of the Dead."
[dog barking] - Leave.
[dog growls]
Who's yours, Shane?
Exactly, he's the horrible one.
You can trust me.
[dog barks and growls]
Just put the dog outside, and then we can
work on a new repayment plan.
[dog growling]
It's for the best.
[closes door] [punch]
[thud]
Ugh!
[dog barking]
[kicking]
Where's yours, Shane?
What are you trying to say?
[dog barking]
WOMAN: Your work, you and your damn work!
[dog barks]
[opens door]
[dog growls]
[slams door shut]
[dog barks]
[techno music playing]
[opens door]
[dog whimpers]
[dog barking, growling]
Get off me, you filthy bastard.
[dog growling]
[kicks door shut]
Fuck off!
I hear the ambulance.
Well, I need one.
Where's Stuart?
Stuart!
[moans]
[dog barking]
He's, uh-- he's just popped out.
[screams]
Stomach cramps?
I'm having a baby.
Ah.
[groans]
We should've gone hours ago.
I need to get to hospital now.
[screams]
Please!
Call an ambulance!
Do something!
[crying, moaning]
MICKY: Hello!
Someone?
Oh, its head.
Just go for it.
[screams]
Here she comes, yeah?
Mhm.
Stick them in there any way you like.
If he worked South Manchester, he might know our Gaz.
He's a proper copper for people in big jail,
not on Fraggle Rock with all the other nonces.
Gaz is an armed robber.
[chuckles sarcastically] Yeah, if you say so.
He fucking is!
Must be Derren Brown.
Some piece of bacon.
Arseholes.
Old mate of Jamie's, copper.
Jamie don't have mates in the force.
I don't know.
Hey there, Officer!
Carl Gallagher, how'd you know?
His nose can smell poker a mile off, son.
Where do you work out of?
Run along, son, no questions.
The big boys are playing down this end.
Carl's all right. mate.
What do your superiors think of that, son?
Hey, remember this one?
Hey.
Ah.
I hope this little fellow won't follow
in his father's footsteps.
Never.
Jamie's doing all right now.
I always knew he had more about him, hardworking,
surrounded by a loving family.
That's what it's all about.
Ive seen good men waste chunks of their lives inside.
I'm glad that hasn't happened to your boy.
I have an appointment.
Listen to me, can we--
This isn't the time.
I'll be back.
Very nice to have met you all.
He promised he wouldn't touch any, not today.
Smackhead, by name?
He hates me going back to college.
I won't let him keep me down anymore.
[door opens]
Stuart!
It's coming!
[closes door]
That fucking bastard!
We'll be able to get an ambulance.
[dog whimpering]
Oh, the scumbag's left the dog.
Haven't fed him either, by the sound.
[dog barking, whimpering]
Will the baby be a smackhead?
I stopped straight away.
The doctor's gone on about the weight.
But eating's f to better than injecting.
If you're pregnant, you know, you can get away with it.
Have you been taking folic acid?
LIZ: Daily, high strength, and soluble aspirin
to thin my blood.
Well, your size, you know, that won't be a bad thing.
Oh, I used to write.
Oh, or course you did.
Yeah, short stories.
Yeah, and they got published, well, online.
So why are you bullying people to pay debts?
Writing can get lonely.
So read to me.
Transport your mind?
It'll help forget the pain.
It's not really--
it's just a--
[screams]
Be strong, girl.
Yeah?
You banged on track.
Read it!
[screams]
Chapter 1, "I am born.
Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life--
You OK?
I think men should have to wear heels, proper, 7-inch fuck
me stilettos just for a day.
Are you going to tell me?
Five years ago, when you and I were just about to marry,
you were having second thoughts.
JAMIE (ON VIDEO) I murdered all three of them.
I'm not proud of that by any means, but they deserved it.
And I'll do it again under the same circumstances.
It wasn't quite the clean job I'd hoped.
Brooksie made some evidence disappear.
Why?
Him an me dad came to an arrangement.
How much?
Brooksie has two houses in Spain
and one Portugal that I know of.
And who knows about this?
My dad, me, and now you.
Maybe he's just checking up.
JAMIE: [sighs] No, he doesn't makes social calls.
WOMAN: Oh, that's my boy!
Oh, yeah!
No, no.
Oh, god, stop it.
AIDAN: No!
No!
Fuck's sake!
AIDAN: No.
It's your turn.
Already?
AIDAN: No!
Your turn to soothe Sleeping Beauty!
AIDAN: [yells] No!
No!
No.
Aidan, it's OK.
No!
Mom!
Slag!
Ugh, hey, Aidan, it's all right.
It's OK, it's OK, it's OK.
[hyperventilating] Where am I?
Hey, you're at home.
It's all right.
Hey, it's going to be all right.
All right.
[breathing heavily]
Try like 10 times an episode.
LIZ: "The Hills"?
No.
One born every minute.
Keep hope.
I have to concentrate.
That fat white bird who had the Chinese twins while
the deep vein stockings, ugh.
I'm going to take care of meself after this.
Your baby needs you to.
It's embarrassing, 25 years old and nothing to show for it.
You will have soon.
Anyone can have kids.
MICKY: No, they can't.
Your little one will be like the biggest achievement of all,
Have you got kids?
One day.
Do you know your having?
She's a girl, Jazmine.
Nice, like the rice.
Aw.
I'm getting up.
You got to go to school, mate.
Do you want to talk about it?
I can't.
You'd be surprised.
Poof!
Sorry.
Does Kelly like her job?
Kelly?
Eh, she likes her independence, mainly works when she chooses.
[chuckles] Dirty bitch!
I wonder if my mom likes it.
Come on, you want to piss me, Dale?
[yelling]
SPECTATOR 1: What? - The best you've got.
SPECTATOR 1: Leave me alone.
SPECTATOR 2: Yes, we want action.
SPECTATOR 1: Oh, no, no, no, performance enhancing
substances.
Ha ha!
Fucking drug tester here.
Going back?
No.
[yelling]
Oh, hello, darling.
[yells]
[thump]
Yeah!
Yes, I got you!
Want to go again.
Double it.
Double it, double it!
That's a lot of money for us at the minute.
So I think quit while we're ahead.
She's right, mate, I'm not earning.
Better run along then.
Do as wifey says.
[simulates whip]
Jackson.
Back so soon, mate?
Who could stay away from this?
You're a very lucky man.
I've got nip to the Cash & Carry.
You fancy some air?
Sure, I'll buy you lunch.
Yes.
Ah, ah, ah.
[knocks on door]
[opens door]
Go on.
[slap]
Stand and do nothing.
[slap]
WOMAN: (CRYING) Is that all you're good for?
Did you like it?
God.
[slap]
You make me sick.
[slams door]
Well, I promise I'm on it.
I'll bell you as soon as something comes true.
You better do.
[open and close door]
You're right, it is a bad thing.
I need more. - Well, you took it all.
I'm telling you, mate. She gets filthy on the sniff.
You ought to see the stuff she's doing on this shit.
We will take all your cousin can get.
Well, he's been nicked.
I thought you said it was legal?
It is.
So let's get to Bradford.
Someone will know a supplier.
He's in Pakistan.
Fuck.
I think I can source something over here.
The same gear?
Hopefully.
Cheers, mate.
Yes, thank you.
The slop in jail was better than this.
Just be happy you're not still in there tasting it.
So what's this about?
Remember my little girl?
Vaguely.
She's 24 years old now.
What happened?
Her husband got a bit handy.
Broke her jaw, cheekbone.
She had to get off in hiding.
Piece of shit.
Worst thing is, my hands are tied.
I'm under investigation.
I'll do anything.
[spits] See you later.
No pension, no property, maximum security for me own protection,
in with the Non Sins and the ragheads.
That'd be the end of me.
I don't like asking I kept you on the outside.
We won't want any historical evidence suddenly
resurfacing now, would we?
No, we wouldn't.
[sighs] How bad do you want him?
BROOKS: All the way bad.
Still got it in you?
Yeah.
I'll save you a place.
If I'm in the Jockey, I've got a pub full of witnesses.
So where is he?
The one in the black.
[screams] Fucking out!
Push!
Push till the head is right there!
[screaming]
Push!
The next one, I can tell.
[screaming]
Almost, go on, girl.
[screaming]
Go on.
Go on!
[screaming]
[baby cooing]
Say hello to little Jazmine.
Oh.
[closes door]
What's happening?
You've got a baby.
Where's me money?
MICKY: It's my money. Hey, put the dog away.
You could come in.
Keep that lazy junkie out of here.
So I'm lazy?
Shove your fucking baby!
Satan!
[opens and closes door]
Isn't she beautiful?
Perfect.
And it don't matter that she's born into this shithole.
That's just physical.
That's easy to change.
But spiritual well-being, you with me?
Get your own place.
Keep her sheltered, clean, fed, water, you know,
all the basics.
Maybe even get some nice jewelry.
No piercings, mind.
[baby cooing]
But most of all, just love her.
Give her all you have.
She'll feel it. She'll know.
And when she's older and understands more,
she'll draw strength from that love.
Your love will empower her.
One day, all this will be yours.
[baby cooing]
[sighs]
Liz?
What's wrong?
Liz?
[baby crying]
Help!
Liz, wake up.
[baby crying]
Fuck!
Oh, no way!
Why aren't you in school?
You look worse than I feel, How's Mrs.
Sporritt coping with you lot?
I've not been in.
[scoffs]
[pouring drink]
Can't tell the police.
That's none of your business.
I wish I would've done something.
Tragically, bystander apathy seems
endemic in modern society.
Why don't you report it?
Will that get you in trouble?
As I thought.
It doesn't matter anyway.
I burned the clothes.
(CRYING) Scraped his sweat till my skin was raw.
I scraped his scalp out of my fingernails.
There isn't a trace of his DNA anywhere near me.
I'm sorry.
You should go.
[coughs]
Where the fuck have you been?
Welcome to the jungle.
[chuckles]
Yeah. - What's this for?
This time, I get to do it.
Oh, baby, doing good.
Finally growing a pair then?
Oh, bullying the weak and vulnerable, piece of piss.
Got a tummy ache?
Now why do you have to be so suspicious?
Are you gonna tell me what's going on?
Can't I just fancy some cornflakes?
[baby cooing]
[chuckles nervously]
[clears throat]
[opens cabinet]
[sighs]
[baby coos]
This is going to be interesting.
Jazmine must be hungry.
[baby cooing]
Aw.
We out, Lillian.
You know all the new rules.
Did he complain?
No drink and drugs at work. I won't have it.
No, he didn't complain.
Made me shove that up his ring piece
once we'd finished, a nifty maneuver
that earned us another tenner.
LILLIAN: I do not have a liquor license.
Running a brothel is illegal anyway, you mental bitch.
Who you calling an illegal?
Can't risk it anymore.
So do something about it.
I am.
You're fired.
You're gonna sack your best earner?
Tillie took twice as much as you last week.
Do one, you boggle-eyed old twat.
Do you think I need you?
Here we go.
Never a good time for me to be chatting
with the odd lot, Carl.
Your mate Brooks is a very unpopular man.
Yeah?
Not just the drugs and the money, not just bent as fuck,
but reckon he fancy himself with a knife.
He's in the frame for cutting up a prostitute in town.
300-and-odd stitches.
Yeah, well, he likes to specialize
in putting people in the frame.
Doesn't mean he did it.
He did it, mate.
His own partner is giving evidence against him.
So do your job and nick him.
He's a dangerous man to have in your pub.
I don't appreciate a veto on who I can serve.
Brooks is trouble.
You've got to cut him loose.
I can't.
I just can't.
Some sixth sense told me not to throw these away.
Wythenshawe Park Fair, when Connor stole
that candy for us on her head.
Gave him more air than she already has.
Ah!
Who's left?
Them scouts is like the kids sitting on the car roof.
Hey, we all did it.
It don't make it right.
[baby crying]
She's not going back to that junkie.
Stuart won't hang about in that flat.
Once the bizzies find that dead body,
they'll be on the hunt for him.
[baby crying]
What's stopping you from keeping her?
- Me? - You'd make a great dad.
That's what Liz said.
It might be the only chance you get.
Oh!
[chuckles]
Bonfire night, jockey.
Toffee apple.
Aw.
[closes door]
Brooks, huh?
Go on.
He wants me to have a word with someone.
What kind of word?
To scare them.
So do it himself.
He scares me.
Who is it?
His son-in-law.
Another villain?
A straightgoer.
So now you're bullying civilians?
This guy isn't a nice man.
Don't worry about him.
I've been here before.
Look, you don't have to do this.
What choice is there?
[bangs loudly on door]
I'll be a witness.
It's barely dawn.
I don't care what happens to me.
I'll be a witness
You get labelled a grass in Chatsworth,
you'll be an outcast.
Grassing on rapists doesn't count.
Oh, [chuckles] I doubt Frasier Kane will see it that way.
He don't scare me.
Oh, oh, so now you'll stand up to him.
You want to do something for me?
Yeah, anything.
Right, well, start getting up in the morning,
shower, make yourself presentable, go back to school.
He's been asking about my mate, Letitia.
What if he does it again?
Well, it won't be to me.
[closes door]
Careful, or you'll draw blood.
What's the emergency?
Finally realized I'm irresistible?
Another time, Carl.
This is important.
You're not wanting this Brooksie character here.
I can give him you, but I need something in return.
Brooksie may or may not have historic evidence
from an incident a long time ago.
He may or may not have Jamie over a barrel.
So what do you want me to do?
KAREN: I need you to check this guy out.
Here's an address.
He wants Jamie to do the bloke real harm.
Oh, shit.
Please, Carl, I'm worried.
[knock on door]
[sighs] [opens door]
Yes.
Hello, is Aidan in?
And you are?
Oh, sorry, I'm his teacher.
As far as we know, he lives here.
He goes in every day.
We won't be paying any fines.
Please?
Now?
Now.
Please don't.
[zips up bag]
Do you want to be a prison widow?
[chatter]
And keep making Dalmatians.
Don't do this.
I won't be long.
And then it's done.
I'm worried they won't believe me.
Police attitudes have always been a disgrace.
Back in the '70s, every one of us was an IRA suspect.
Muslims don't know they're born.
WOMAN: I say, get over yourself.
It's a tough old world.
Report it and move on.
You do none of us any favors making yourself a victim.
She's a teacher, not a hooker.
I also meant women, but thanks all the same for reminding me
of me station.
No, I didn't mean--
I accuse Aidan and standing by,
and I know it makes me a hypocrite.
You don't have to explain yourself to us.
I'm not brave . Sorry.
Don't apologize to that little shite.
LETITIA: Aidan?
[knock on door]
[opens and closes door]
[opens door]
Jesus.
Are you taking the piss?
It's what you smoked.
Cow shit?
Kanda, Indian cow shit.
[flies buzzing]
I mean, how different can our cows' assholes be, hey?
Are you telling me my bird is a nymphomaniac because of cow
shit?
There's loads getting on it over there, cheap as fuck.
I'm not sure this is dry enough.
This one is.
[smack]
Well, think how much of that is out there.
An endless supply.
[gags]
Well?
Is it anything like the last lot?
Hanging.
Maybe the girls will still be mad for it.
Chesney.
Nice, but unusual.
Mm.
What are you two doing later?
Well, what were you thinking?
I'm torn between chewing a baguette
or being the filling in an Hovis and soda bread sandwich.
[clears throat] Oh, that is the best
sleep I've had in a long time.
Your fish and chips will get cold.
Oh.
[slicing bread]
[telephone ringing]
[grunts]
What's this about?
Please, for fuck's sake, don't.
I swear, with me I'm due on a shift.
I'm under the production order.
If I don't answer, they'll be all over the shop.
[telephone ringing]
Answer it, and behave.
Or I'll rip your throat from ear to fucking ear.
[breathing heavy]
Hello?
It's for you.
Jamie, he's a police officer.
His name is Phillip Ryan.
He's never been married to Brooksie's daughter
or probably never even met her.
The picture Brooksie showed you is the prostitute he's
being charged of cutting up.
He's trying to make you a cop killer.
Jamie?
Say his name, Jamie.
Say it, Jamie.
Phillip.
[anxious, breathing heavy]
[disconnects call]
AIDAN: This is my mate Carl.
He's a cop, a policeman. - Pleased to meet you.
Could have the support officer right
before we start the ice cream.
Will he get in trouble?
Depends, but probably.
It's not about me,
No, you're right, it's not.
You still want to do this?
Yeah.
And we can do it here?
It's the right thing to do.
OK.
About fucking time.
Thanks.
[horse race on tv]
[door closes]
Summer Scott.
3:30.
Take a price.
About time.
Blokes like us, we can sniff a plain at a mile away.
If the flashing blue lights 'round the neck, they
wouldn't stand out anymore.
There's no scream going up about the cunt
I asked you to take care of.
I didn't do it.
[chatter]
Tell me you didn't call him.
Karen.
But you let her.
But she's a strong woman, family-minded.
Get in there!
Red army, 10 to 1!
So they're just keeping an eye.
As far as I know, yeah.
You know what happens now?
It doesn't have to be like that.
I'm in a corner, kid.
No hard feelings.
[head butt]
[stabs jamie]
[groan]
KAREN: No!
[thud]
Jamie!
Ah!
Jamie?
Jamie!
You two were supposed to protect him!
Jamie!
We'll meet again, kid!
Nothing surer!
Ugh.
J, about the other stuff, it's been sorted.
Never see the light of day.
You're safe.
Are you sure?
I'm just the messenger, man.
[sigh of relief]
OK.
MIMI: [whispering]
Mom.
MIMI: Look.
Uncle Will's house is free till he gets
back from Non Sin and Thailand.
No one knows you're in Ludlow.
Mom, I've got something that I need to tell you.
Shh.
Keep in touch, Daddy-O.
[baby cooing]
Laters.
[MUSIC - HARRY NILSSON, "EVERYBODY'S TALKIN'"]
(SINGING) Everybody is talking at me.
I don't hear a word they're saying,
only the echos of my mind.
JAMIE: If you're the real deal, you shouldn't need a front.
The true you shines through, regardless.
[lock door]
Fucking out of here!
[shuts window panel]
[banging on door]
JAMIE: You can fool some of the people maybe most of the time.
But how often do we see that the bigger the image,
the smaller the person inside?
(SINGING) I can't see their faces, shadows--
JAMIE: the image.
Just be yourself.
Be a man.
Be free.
(SINGING) I'm going where the sun keeps shining
through the pouring rain.
[laughs]
[music playing]