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- [Man] I used to have these crazy dreams.

I dreamt that we had it all.

We were happy.

(moody horn music)

- [Boy] Why do I have to do it?

I did it last time. - No, you didn't, I did it.

- [Boy] No, you didn't, I did it last time,

and the time before that, in fact,

I've always bloody done it.

- Yeah, but that's 'cause you're so good at it.

Besides, you wouldn't know what to nick.

Probably end up with just a bag of sweets, you pussy.

- [Boy] Shut up.

- [Boy With Hat] It's true though, you can't lie.

- [Boy] Fine, I'll do it.

- It's disgusting, I don't know how you can sell that filth.

- I wouldn't sell this filth if it didn't sell,

but sadly, it does sell and in a double-dip recession,

I'll sell what I can!

- School kids come in here every day looking at that stuff

and they think I can't see them.

They take as long to walk past the shelf,

as you do to stock it.

A generation of underage perverts,

that's what you're helping to create.

- If only your mother knew that her life of luxury in India

was funded by this "generation of underage perverts."

- My mother.

My mother, you always bring it back to my mother.

She's the one that got me to marry you, you bloody fool.

- [Man] (chuckles) And she's the one who has the luxury

of our money, the fool.

- Luxury? Money?

You call that a luxury?

Oh, my god, what's going on?

- [Man] He's having some sort of fit!

Quick, call the ambulance. - Where did you put the phone?

- [Man] The phone is underneath the counter!

It's underneath the counter, he's having some sort of fit.

- [Wife] Okay, okay, I've got it, I've got it.

- He's spitting from his mouth and everything.

Quicker, hurry up, the ambulance!

- Hello, ambulance.

Yes, no, a child.

Yes.

No, I'm not sure what's wrong with him.

What?

What!

- See what we've got.

Space. - Ah.

- Crisps, cookies.

- More cookies. - Crisps.

Oh, you shouldn't have eaten so many on the way here.

- It's alright. - (sighs) We did good.

- Yeah, we did.

- [Boy In Hat] Did you see the look on that guy's face

as I ran through? - I know.

His wife was even more angry, she was like, "what?"

- "What, what!"

That was hilarious, she's such a bitch, though.

- [Boy] Yeah.

- So, why aren't you going to the funeral today?

- He didn't want me goin'.

Told me to go to school.

- Oh.

So, wanna hear more about paradise?

- Go on, then.

- Well, I've heard they don't wear shoes there.

And I've heard the girls don't wear clothes, either.

- Fuck off.

- Serious, they walk around in bikinis!

Well tiny ones. - (chuckles) Oh, my god.

- And all the birds have well big tits.

Their dads pay for them when they turn 17.

- That's amazing. - Yeah, it is.

And we'll be there one day, you and me.

- Yeah, we will.

(moody electronic music)

(man in blue sighs)

- Alright, dude, give us that bank note.

I'll show you the Queen's arse.

Come on.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Alright, how does this go again?

(chuckles)

- My dad knew a soldier with a tattoo

of the Queen on his arm. - Yeah?

So he knew who he was killin' for? (chuckles)

Yeah. (chuckles) (somber atmospheric music)

(chuckles)

- (laughs) Pathetic, mate.

- [Friend] Yeah, well it worked on YouTube better, mate.

Alright, you have that back. - I'm sure it did.

- If that doesn't impress you, look what I got here.

Nicked it from the old hag round the offy.

(chuckles) The Holy Bible.

- You don't even believe in that shit.

- No, I was saving her from the madness, too.

- Chief.

- That'll get us a fiver from Mr. Sosa, I tell you that.

- Nah, mate, check this out.

A couple of these, more of them.

- You got the right money this time?

Easy's not gonna let us off, alright?

He's just got out on parole.

- Yeah, man, I got enough books for an eighth.

- Alright, don't your dad care about you nickin' them books?

- No, mate, he doesn't notice anything these days.

Only cares about himself.

- Alright, then.

His loss is our gain, eh? (chuckles)

- Come. - Right.

(somber piano music)

- [Radio Host] That last song was to Rose in Stratford,

who sadly lost her dog last week.

Keep smiling, Rose.

And now, for you country music lovers,

here's some Don Williams.

(muffled clinks)

♪ I've seen how you tremble ♪

♪ Whenever he walks through your mind ♪

♪ Stirring up memories ♪

- Hey, they're playin' our song.

♪ Where the light of our love ought to shine ♪

♪ I know that he hurt you, he hurt you so bad ♪

♪ He must have been going insane ♪

- Where's Luke? - Who cares?

- Charlie, he's a grown boy.

- He's a troublesome little shit is what he is.

- He's you when you were his age.

♪ He's just a ghost story so don't let him scare you ♪

♪ He's not really there like he seems ♪

♪ And tonight when I hold you, I'll hold you so close ♪

♪ I'll love him right out of your dreams ♪

♪ I know that he's called you and told you that our ♪

- [Friend] Alright, Mr. Sosa?

- What've you got for me today, boys?

- Got a good batch for you today, give us your best offer.

- I'll give you what I give you.

Besides...

What do you know about it, mm?

Can you even read?

(Luke chuckles)

(friend chuckles)

- We'd, eh, really appreciate your best price, Mr. Sosa.

See, we're tryin' to save up for a new fridge

for Tommy's mom. - Oh, fuck off, bruv.

- Of course you are.

(chuckles)

This one's a beauty.

I've not read this since I was a kid.

(sighs)

20 quid for the lot, take it or leave it.

- Yeah, 20's cool.

- This one's got writing in it.

Sure you wanna sell it?

- Bruv.

- Can you do 17?

- 15.

The one you're keeping's worth at least a fiver.

- Yeah, alright, 15, cool.

Do you wanna see the Queen's arse?

- Shut up, bruv. (Tommy chuckles)

- Alright, Mr. Sosa, good doin' business with ya.

See ya around, man.

You alright, Mr. Edwards?

- I thought I told you to do the dishes before going out?

- [Luke] Fuck off, mate.

- (sighs) Look at me when I'm talkin' to you, boy.

Look at the state of that.

Look at it, I mean, what'd you do all day long?

- It's nothin', Dad.

- What do you mean it's nothing?

Just do what I fucking tell you, alright?

Just do what I fucking say!

Fucking...

You live in shit.

Sometimes I think you're no fucking better.

- You watching the Chelsea game later?

(sighs) It's alright, man.

(sighs) Cup of tea?

- [Luke] Cup of fuckin' tea, mate.

(dark electronic music)

♪ I'm coming home, I'm coming home to you ♪

♪ Soot in my bones and earth in my boots ♪

♪ Wearin' this beard and fur on my tooth ♪

♪ My body moves every time I make a move ♪

♪ But then you lay me down, wash away the pain and anger ♪

♪ You cool me down, you chase the demons out ♪

♪ You put me in perspective and you sort me out ♪

♪ You sort me out ♪

♪ Don't you turn on me, keep on the light ♪

♪ While I'm away, know that you're on my mind ♪

♪ I'm coming home, now I got you in my sights ♪

♪ Keep on the light for me, keep on the light ♪

♪ Don't you turn on me, keep on the light ♪

♪ While I'm away, know that you're on my mind ♪

♪ I'm coming home, now I got you in my sights ♪

♪ Keep on the light for me ♪

- Didn't have one of them mad dreams last night, man.

- You and your dreams, bruv.

I swear, I've never met anyone who dreams like you do.

Go on.

Were you suckin' on your neighbor's hairy nipples again?

- Dickhead.

No, man, no, I was at the seaside with my mom and dad.

My mom was wearing one of those big ol' straw hats,

you know, like from the 30s or something.

And my dad was like fuckin' about,

tryin' to be all funny and shit.

This big ol' gust of wind came down,

blew the hat clean off her head. (chuckles)

My dad, he's runnin' down the beach.

He's tryin' to grab this hat and he catches it,

like, just before it goes in the sea.

And comes back and he's walkin' very slow,

a massive smile on his face.

As he gets to us, he like flips the hat over,

and wee white puppies come out.

- Yeah, no, that's some trippy shit, dude.

- He weren't always a dickhead, you know.

- People change.

- Yeah.

- So at what point in the dream

does your mom get her tits out, eh? (chuckles)

(moody horn music)

- Used to like that sort of stuff, don't ya?

Used to be curly myself.

I like something a bit more...

- Hello, Charlie, how are ya? - Alright, Paddy, you alright?

- Not too bad. - Quiet, innit?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - So, I'll have a bitter.

Cheers. - Sure, yeah.

- Get one yourself. - Cheers.

Thanks very much, Charlie.

- Still losing all your money? - Yeah.

Mug's game.

Now, Charlie, there you go. - Oh, nice one.

Cheers, thanks.

Oh, that's nice.

- How you doin', Pat, you alright, got those keys for ya.

- Cheers, thanks, Dan. - How you doin', Charlie?

You alright? - Danny, nice to see ya, mate.

- What happened to your kid the other day?

- What're you talkin' about, he wasn't late, was he?

- Nah, he didn't turn up. - What?

- Don't worry, mate, kids will be kids.

- Danny, I'm sorry, mate.

(moody horn music)

(knocks)

- Mate, kinda busy right now.

(knocks)

Mate, what the fuck?

- Yeah, sorry, bruv.

Nix, did you say your dad was up north?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, I think he's talking to the neighbor outside.

- Shit!

Get the fuck out, both of ya.

(sighs) Fuck.

- Alright. - Oh, shit.

- Hurry up, bruv.

Hurry up, run, hurry up!

(hushed background chatter)

- Charlie.

Charlie, it's nice to see you out and about.

- Hello, Grace, you alright? - Yeah, I'm okay.

Just, uh, coming to grips with all the rain and cold.

- Ah, well shit weather's something we should all

be getting used to by now havin' it.

- I, um, saw Luke out with his mate the other day.

Is everything alright there, Charlie?

- Don't ask.

Bloody kid.

(Grace chuckles)

- Take care, Charlie.

- Yeah.

I didn't know you came in here.

- Yeah, just out with a friend.

Bye now.

- Yeah, nice to see you.

Go on, say it.

- I didn't say anything.

- Well, I know what you're thinking.

- Well, she clearly has a thing for you.

- No, she doesn't, she's bloody like that with everyone.

I'd have thought in her line of business,

it's all part of the job.

- If I had a pound for every time you said that.

- No.

No, no.

No, listen to me.

You were the only one for me, you always have been.

And you always will be.

- Mate, Nikki's dad's a beast, yeah.

He lays bricks and shit all day.

Swear he'd put a brick right through my face

if he caught me gettin' it on with his daughter.

- You know, I don't even think it was him outside.

- What? - I was bored, bruv.

She haven't got a Playstation.

- Tommy, my dick was huge, I was touching her tits and shit.

Mate, she was fucking gagging for it.

- Yeah, well she's gagging for anyone

who'll let her on it, alright?

- What?

- I almost fucked her once.

Yeah, at Easy's house party a few years back. (chuckles)

I did, bruv!

- Where was I? - I don't know.

Probably getting your arse kicked by your old man.

- [Man On TV] Certainly wasn't a draw.

You know, there ought to be a law against dames with claws.

I tossed her out of the car on her ass.

Was I wrong?

Give her leftover tomato, you expect her to be nice,

don't ya? - Yeah.

- [Man On TV] After all, what kind of dame's some ride?

Sunday school teachers?

The little witch.

- Would it kill you to ask him how his day was?

(Charlie sighs)

- If I thought you had anything remotely interesting

to share with me, I would ask.

(sighs) Oh, and let me guess.

You and Tommy decided to go and do a little bit

of voluntary work in a local charity shop.

No?

Didn't think so.

Or did you two lazy fucks just lounge around all day long

getting stoned out of your fucking heads until eventually

you just became so bored that you decided to play

with each other's cocks?

- [Wife] Okay, stop it now, Charlie.

Leave him alone.

- [Woman On TV] Oh, just a minute, your change, sir.

- [Man On TV] Keep it, sister.

- [Woman On TV] Oh, thank you, sir, call again.

- [Man On TV] Be waiting outside for you

when you finish work.

(peaceful orchestral music on TV)

I drove all that night while Hasco slept like a log.

After a while, I began to get sleepy.

- Well, I mean, it's pretty fucking obvious

that Tommy wants to give you one, innit?

(chuckles) Well, am I wrong?

This makes me think that you must be

a bit of a poof yourself. - Okay, that's enough.

- You're such a cunt, you know that?

At least it gives you something to do, though, eh?

- You just don't fucking get it, do ya, boy?

It's a shit world out there.

You cross some of these fuckers, they'll slit your throat.

- What, you think I'm staying around here, mate?

Don't worry, I'll be long gone soon as, mate.

Sure as hell not hanging around to end up like you.

- Oh, yeah, here we go.

The big American dream?

Tommy still filling your head with that old bollocks?

America ain't the fucking candy land

you lot all seem to think it is.

Wake the fuck up.

- Yeah, I'm not the one sleepwalking, mate.

- You what?

What the fuck's that mean?

What the fuck's that supposed to mean?

- You heard.

- You think you're so fucking smart, don't you, eh?

What, you think I don't see you nicking

all that stuff out the garage?

You better not be fucking selling any of it.

Do you hear me?

You just leave that shit alone, do you hear me?

- You stay here with your fucking whisky and

your cigarettes

and your fucking records.

Pathetic old man.

- Luke.

(door closes)

- [Man On TV] Three was two again.

The long trip was practically over and there'd be no more

booking it down the concrete.

I began to think of the future.

- Alright, Mom.

I'm gonna head out now, can I get you anything?

Alright, see you later.

- [Man On TV] It's amazing what a full belly can do

to your imagination.

(energetic electronic music)

- Hey, can I get vodka cranberry and a vodka tonic, please?

Yes, he said he's gonna come down tonight.

- Why does Luke hang around with Tommy anyway? He's weird.

- I don't know, I think 'cause they've been friends

for so long he feels like, I don't know.

Cheers.

- Alright? - Hey.

- What're you drinking? - Um...

Vodka, do you want some?

- Alright.

- Alright, Tommy?

Happy as always.

- What is wrong with him?

- [Nikki] Get your own!

- Oi, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Fuck off.

- Watch where you're fucking going, mate!

- Chill out, mate, I didn't fucking touch you, yeah?

- What's that, weirdy-beardy?

- What'd you fucking call me?

- Oh, yeah, I see.

You got your faggot mate to come hold your hand?

- Shall I?

(thud)

- Fuck!

What the fuck happened to you?

- Where the fuck were you, bruv?

- How the fuck was I supposed to know

you're getting your arse kicked?

I was dancing, innit?

- Where the fuck were you, man?

Easy would've had my back.

Let's go there now, I want a line.

- It's true, like, when your mom made her--

- You don't own her, you don't get her approval.

- Yo!

What's up, man?

- You alright there, cuz?

You look a bit cutted out there, man.

Like some droolin' dog and shit.

- Oh no, man, but how about you give the dog a bone?

- Go on, then.

- Boss man.

Come on, anti-socials!

(sniffs)

- [Easy] You want some, yeah?

- If you're offering.

- Go on, then!

(friend sniffs)

Where the fuck you goin', man? - Talking to Nikky?

- What you think you just snort my shit and then just, what,

leave mud on my jeans and shit, sit the fuck down, man.

Circle yourself.

(chuckles) Yeah, little doggy dog.

Innit, Boss man?

Yeah.

(knocks) (groans)

- I'll get it. - Sit the fuck down, man!

(suspenseful music)

Yeah.

How many times, Boss man, eh?

Yes, half of what you owe me, fam!

- [Man] Easy, Easy, always business with you.

- I thought I told you, yeah, when you come to my guard,

yeah, you call before you come here, innit?

- I've no credits, you know how it is out there, Easy.

What, are you havin' a party?

- Boss man!

Yeah, a party, fam.

- Yeah, about the money, I got half.

- The thing is, this is what I'm gonna say to you, fam.

How comes, yeah, I'm always lettin' you off it?

How many times have I let you off, cuz?

All the time, "yeah, I got half the pay,

"I got half the pay, fam, I got your pay next week, chief!

"I got your pay next week, chief," you keep telling me,

"I have half your money, I have half your money."

I always let you off, cuz.

- Easy, it's just gettin' difficult between sanctions

at the Job Center, you know, Shaina's leg,

the pasty infection, come on, man, give a man a break--

- You think I fucking give two shits

about your housing situation, cuz?

Look around you, fam, yeah?

Does it look like some tramp shop to you, fam?

Do the people here look like orphans, fam, huh?

- You're the only starvin' African in here, mate.

- Please, man, just hook me up, just hook up.

Look, look, how long have you known man for, yeah?

I'm here on the regular, I line your pockets nice.

Yeah?

I don't talk to feds.

Me no know what goes on here, I don't chat business.

I don't say nothin' about your operation, your little

parties and all that. - Shut your mouth, cuz!

You, yeah?

You're a loyal customer, fam.

And true say you've never spoke to feds.

Love that, love that.

Loyaltility, I love that.

- Loyaltility! - Loyaltility, cuz!

You get me, I fucking love that shit, fam.

- Loyaltility, that's right. - Yeah, my loyaltility, cuz.

- That's it! - I fucking love that, yeah?

I hear you.

Hey, Tommy, hook it up, cuz. - Alright, yeah.

- I love this man!

I love this man! - Yeah, we'll sort you out.

Shut the fuck up, you fucking mug!

(grunts)

Shut the fuck up, Ube!

Come in my yard talking fucking shit.

Dickhead!

Boss man!

Come here, come here, little doggy.

Come here.

Come here, Boss man.

Boss man.

Boss man, come here.

What?

(dark atmospheric music)

(Luke laughs)

(Charlie laughs)

(Luke laughs)

- Boo! (chuckles)

You alright?

- Yeah.

So what the fuck happened with that cracker

at Easy's the other night? - Oh, yeah.

Some bird found him lying in a pool of his blood

up on Tanner Lane, called an ambulance and shit. (chuckles)

- Fuck.

- Yeah.

Oh, he'll be alright, got him all doped up in hospital.

He'll be back on the rock in no time.

- What, will Easy shot to him again?

- Fuck no, he shows his face round them ends again

and Easy will slit his fucking throat, mate.

Don't know what it is, you mention the old bill to Easy

and he goes like a fuckin' animal.

- Shit. - Yeah.

Don't know what them pigs did to him up there.

Yeah, well, gotta do what you gotta do to survive, right?

Law of the wild, innit?

You sure you're alright, bruv? - Yeah.

- How about we get some lunch, right, I'm starvin'.

- No, mate, I'm not hungry, you go.

(somber piano music)

- What's goin' on?

- Nothing, man, I'm just daydreaming, innit?

- Ah.

You're a lucky one, you know that?

- How the fuck am I lucky?

- 'Cause you get to dream.

Alright, man.

Oi. - (chuckles) Hiya.

Where's Luke?

- Not here, obviously.

- Well, where is he?

- What do I look like, his fucking mom?

- Ouch, what's your problem?

- I don't know.

I'm just not the Luke Information Center, you know?

- Well, I haven't talked to him since the other night.

Is he alright?

- Yeah.

Saw him goin' into town with some blonde bird.

- Did it look like he liked her?

- Well, she was pretty fit, so...

(Nikki sighs)

- Hey, you wanna get drunk?

- You buyin'? - Yeah.

Nicked a 20 off my dad before he went to work.

- I'm in.

(tense atmospheric music)

(Charlie sighs)

- It was nice bumping into you the other day.

Look, I know you're drinking again.

Don't beat yourself up about it, it doesn't have to be

a problem as long as it's in moderation.

But pouring alcohol on hate is a big mistake.

- I don't hate people.

I just hate what they become.

- Do you hate what you've become, Charlie?

I hear a lot of self-loathing in our sessions.

You blame yourself,

for what happened.

Do you think Helen-- - What, blames me?

- No, no.

I was going to say...

Do you think she wants to see you like this?

Don't you think she'd want you to be stronger?

For Luke?

- (chuckles) Luke.

- I love this song. (moody electronic music)

- You look Eastern-European in that outfit.

- Why do you always say rude shit?

I mean, the only person I've ever seen you be nice to

is Luke, what is with that?

- You don't know what you're talking about.

You don't know me.

- Yeah, but you don't exactly make it easy, do you?

- What the fuck?

- What is your deal?

I mean, I've never seen you with a girl.

Are you gay or something?

- No, ain't you with Luke?

- Yeah, well he obviously doesn't give a shit, so...

Wait, wait wait wait.

Can we not just kiss for a bit?

Yeah?

(dark atmospheric music)

Wait, Tommy.

Tommy, please.

Tommy, Tommy, stop.

Tommy, please.

Wait, Tommy, get off me!

- What the fuck?

Why the fuck did you start it if you didn't want it, huh?

Oh, fuck. - I'm sorry.

- Fuck.

- I'm sorry, look, I'm sorry.

Tommy.

You're not gonna tell Luke, are ya?

'Cause I know it doesn't look like it right now,

but I really care about him and...

- Alright, you don't know what's good for him.

You don't care about him as much as I do.

- I'm not trying to take him away from you, Tommy.

I'm really not.

I just...

Please don't, please don't tell him.

- You stay away from him.

Yeah?

I will tell him everything.

Tell him what a slut you are.

Oh, fuck.

Put your fucking clothes on.

- Fuck.

- Yo.

Yeah, you back from dreamland yet?

(chuckles)

- I got a call from Dan, you stupid fuck.

Do you know how long that took me to set up?

Three fucking weeks I set it up, three weeks that took.

All you had to do was turn up there.

You just had to go there for a job interview.

- I told you, I don't want your stupid little--

- Why not?

You need a fucking job.

- I got my shirt sorted! - What've you got?

What're you doin', then?

- Me and Tommy got a little fucking thing on the side.

- What is it, what do you sell, his arse?

Your cock more like. - Fuck off.

- What, has he got you doin' that now?

You fucking rent-boy poof.

I didn't raise my son to do this shit.

You fucking idiot.

You've gotta get your shit together, son, you've gotta get

your fucking shit together and get yourself a fucking job

and stop hanging around with that fucking queer.

- I wish you were fucking dead.

- What? (thud)

(moody electronic music)

- Let's get out of here.

Tonight, bruv.

You and me.

America's waiting.

- With what money, man? - Oh, money.

- Besides, I can't leave my dad, you know that.

We'll get there.

And when we do...

- Never look back.

- Paradise. - Paradise, man.

Yes, bruv. (chuckles) (Luke chuckles)

(somber atmospheric music)

We're good, yeah?

- Water under the bridge, mate.

- Yeah. - Shh, shh.

- Alright, I'm gonna get, um...

- What're you looking for? - Yeah, I'm gonna have juice.

Hey, get me a glass.

Innocent. (laughs)

That's not a glass.

(glass smashes) (door slams)

- Fuckin' really, bruv?

(Tommy laughs)

- You dickhead, bruv. - What the fuck's goin' on?

- Juice.

- What fucking time it is? (Luke chuckles)

Clear that shit up.

- It's not shit, it's just china, Dad. (laughs)

- What'd you say to me?

What'd you fucking say to me?

You think everything's a big fucking game, don't ya?

You think it's all a big fucking joke.

Do you see me laughing?

Do you see me fucking laughing?

- Maybe you should try it sometime.

It might make you less of a cunt.

(thud)

- It ain't so fucking funny now, is it, eh?

I mean, who's laughing now, hey?

(spits)

Fucking shit.

(water sprays)

- Fucking piece of shit.

Fucking cunt.

You fucking cunt. (thud)

You fucking cunt.

You fucking cunt.

Fucking.

Cunt.

You fucking, fucking...

Fucking cunt.

Fucking.

Fucking prick.

(sobs)

(somber piano music)

How long have you been standing there for?

- Not long.

I, uh...

I forgot my keys, bruv.

Can I crash?

- [Luke] Whatever, mate.

- Hey.

Wake up, bruv.

- [Luke] What time is it?

- It's, it's late.

Afternoon.

- Are you going home?

- No.

I got, I got something to do first, alright?

No, I'll catch you later.

(door closes)

The fuck are you looking at?

(somber atmospheric music)

(Charlie sighs)

(knocks)

- Charlie?

- [Charlie] Hello, Grace.

- Come.

- Listen, I'm really sorry to barge in on you like this.

- Don't be silly, it's absolutely fine.

I'm surprised you found me.

- I'm not interrupting or anything, am I, you're not--

- It's just me.

- [Charlie] Yeah?

Husband's at work, I suppose.

- Divorced.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

Kids?

- Nope.

Never had the pleasure, I'm afraid.

(Charlie laughs)

- Well, that's great, innit?

The woman giving me all the family advice is, uh,

suitably qualified. (chuckles)

- I know what it's like to have regrets.

- No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that.

(sighs)

Sorry.

- What are you doing here, Charlie?

- I hit him again.

I know, it's just, he winds me up so much, it all...

It just makes me so fucking angry.

He's got this look about him, I mean, I love him but,

he just looks at me like I'm a fucking idiot.

Like he's taking the fucking piss.

I just...

Gets on my fucking wit.

- You know, Charlie, I can only help you if you let me in.

- I know.

And I really want you to.

But I can't, can I?

Helen, she-- - Helen let you down.

She let you and Luke down when she did what she did.

- Don't say that, how do you know?

It might have been my fault.

- Whatever you think you've done wrong,

whatever regrets you have,

let it go.

'Cause all I see now is a man who's given up.

And missing out.

Take it from a suitably-qualified woman.

(frantic knocks)

- [Easy] Hold that, man!

Come like it's feds and all that.

- Alright, bruv.

- Shut the door, cuz.

What's up, fam?

Couch, man.

What's up with you, fam, you're comin' in here movin'

all nervous and shit, it's makin' me like tense and shit.

- Bruv, listen alright, you're not gonna like this.

Oh, fuck.

Look, I just came from Luke's house and, uh,

he just had a massive barney with his dad about,

I don't know, smoking too much draw or blow or something

and he says-- - Cuz, cuz, cuz.

You come into my house, yeah, waking me up outta my sleep,

fam, when you know, you know deep down I love my sleep,

and you know I love my sleep, innit, fam?

You come into my house telling me about

Luke's smoking too much weed, fam.

Cuz, I'm a fuckin' drug dealer, fam.

I like selling weed, fam, that's what I do, like,

how you gonna come to my yard talking shit, fam?

Like, allow it, fam, what the fuck's going on, blood?

- Look, man, I don't think you get it, it's about you.

Alright?

He said, um, you know,

he said he knows where he's getting it,

and that he was gonna get in contact with the old bill

and come here, I don't know, man.

- Come again, cuz.

- I overheard Luke's dad and Luke like havin' a barney

about, about drugs, alright?

And your name came up.

He said he even knew your fucking address.

- What the fuck are you talking about, cuz?

What the fuck are you talking about, cuz?

I'm gettin' fuckin' vexed now, blood, like, you come into my

yard, cuz, tellin' me, cuz, that I'm smokin' too much weed.

I fuckin' sell weed, cuz, yeah?

- Are you not fucking listening to me, man, alright?

He's gonna fucking ring the old bill and send 'em here,

tonight, for you!

You've got, man, look, you've gotta do something about it.

- You're telling me, cuz, yeah?

Luke's old man is gonna send feds round my house, yeah?

That's what you're telling me, cuz, yeah?

Yeah?

- Yeah.

- Look at ne, fam, look in my eyes, fam.

Look in my fuckin' eyes, fam, yeah?

I swear to fuckin' god, cuz, yeah,

if you're talkin' shit to me, fam, look at me, fam, yeah?

I will shank you straight in your fucking neck.

Do you understand, cuz, yeah, do you understand, cuz?

I'll ask you again.

You're telling me, cuz, that Luke's old man is coming to

my house, fam, yeah, to send feds round to my house, yeah?

Yeah?

Look at my fuck, do you understand what I'm saying, cuz?

- I'm not fucking lying.

- Well, what's his old man look like, cuz?

- Look, he's got this beard and he's like 50-years-old

and he wears this green jacket and he's always goin' round--

- Say nothin', fam, say nothin', fam, innit, you get me?

Say nothin', cuz. - Yeah.

(door slams)

(Charlie sobs)

- Charlie.

Charlie.

You've got to let go of me now.

You've got to let go of me.

And you've gotta let our boy live.

- I can't.

(sobs) I can't.

I can't do it without you.

I can't do it without you. (sobs)

- Dad, who are you talking to?

- What's that?

- I found it in the garage in Mom's box.

- Yeah?

(chuckles)

Oh, yeah.

- What does it mean?

- No, it's just a stupid book about a dog.

It was my favorite, growing up.

Your mom got it for me when we first

started going out with each other.

- Why did she do it?

- I told you.

It's my favorite book.

- Why did she do it, Dad?

- I wish I knew, son.

She might not have meant to do it.

It might have just been a cry for help.

- Is it my fault? - Eh?

- Did I ruin things between you two? I did, didn't I?

- No, no, son, you didn't.

It's not your fault, it's mine.

I should've noticed,

but I was too busy just givin' a shit about myself.

But listen, listen to me.

I missed the signs 'cause I was looking the other way.

But I see 'em loud and clear with you.

You roll in every night pissed as a fart,

and fuck knows what you've been on.

Yeah?

I ain't gonna miss it twice.

I ain't losin' you, Luke.

I ain't gonna lose you, boy.

I just can't do it again.

That's why I get so fucking wound up

when you come in so drunk and in such a state.

I don't know where you've been, what you've taken.

I can't lose you too, son.

I just can't.

- Didn't even let me say goodbye, Dad.

Didn't even let me go to the funeral, what the fuck is that?

- Yeah, well look what good saying goodbye did me.

Hey?

Listen, son, you're stronger than me.

You have your whole life ahead of you and you're right,

you're right, look at this, it's a fucking shit-hole.

Get out of it.

You know, you deserve better,

and she would've wanted that for you.

She had all those same crazy dreams that you do, too.

You're so much like her, son.

And Tommy fillin' your head with all this American stuff.

Alright, so if you wanna go to America, fuck off, go.

With my blessing.

- I'm gonna get out of here, Dad, trust me.

- Yeah.

- I mean, look at it here, it's fucking pale.

It's like blocks everywhere you fucking look.

We got it all planned out, me and Tommy. (chuckles)

We're gonna go to New York, his cousin's got these

Harley-Davidsons he can lend us for a couple of months.

We're gonna go down to Louisiana from there.

We're gonna see the Mardi Gras,

it happens a couple times a year.

It's all these chicks with like beads on and you give 'em

beads and they just (chuckles) get their tits out for you.

(Charlie laughs)

And then, and then go to San Fran, Tommy's obsessed with it.

Said it's made for people like us.

Said we belong there and that no one gives a fuck.

You do what the fuck you want there.

Dad, no one cares.

It's fucking freedom, Dad, it's what I want.

- Sounds like a paradise, kid.

- The sun never stops shining in California,

is what they say.

It's what we're gonna do. - Drink to that, then.

(sighs)

- Yeah, I'll get us some more.

Let me go. - Are you sure?

- Yeah.

- Thanks, son.

Hey, Luke.

Wear my coat, it's fucking cold out there.

(door closes)

- [Helen] My sweet Charlie.

I'll probably spend a lifetime trying to tame you,

but all I know is that I want you and all your wild.

I want to grow old with you.

Have a dog of our own and a baby, or two.

Anyway, a girl can dream, right?

Well, that's what keeps us alive.

To dream.

Love always, Helen.

(dark atmospheric music)

("Ghost Story" by Don Williams)

(knocks)

♪ I've seen how you tremble ♪

♪ Whenever he walks through your mind ♪

- Where's Luke?

♪ Stirring up memories that cloud up your eyes ♪

♪ Where the light of our love ought to shine ♪

(door slams)

♪ I know that he hurt you, hurt you so bad ♪

♪ He must have been going insane ♪

♪ Now I've finally learned how to hold you together ♪

♪ When somebody mentions his name ♪

♪ He's just a ghost story so don't let him scare you ♪

♪ He's not really there like he seems ♪

♪ And tonight when I hold you, I'll hold you so close ♪

♪ I'll love him right out of your dreams ♪

♪ I know that he's called you ♪

♪ And told you that our love can't last ♪

(dark atmospheric music)

♪ But don't you believe him, 'cause honey he's wrong ♪

♪ He's never been right in the past ♪

- [Easy] You'll send 'em, Grandad, huh!

Fucking fam!

♪ So don't let him haunt you and tell you those lies ♪

♪ He just can't admit that you're free ♪

♪ And the next time he calls you just hand me the phone ♪

♪ And see if he says it to me ♪

♪ He's just a ghost story so don't let him scare you ♪

♪ He's not really there like he seems ♪

- Fuck!

♪ And tonight when I hold you I'll hold you so close ♪

♪ I'll love him right out of your dreams ♪

(Tommy sobs) (somber atmospheric music)

- [Luke] Go on then, Tommy.

Tell me more about this paradise.

(moody electronic music)

♪ Out in the cold moonlight ♪

♪ Every sound's a sound ♪

♪ That brings you ♪

♪ I've never seen your smile ♪

♪ But I've seen the things ♪

♪ That make you ♪

♪ She'll just sail from the wind ♪

♪ Hold your head above water ♪

♪ All around I can see ♪

♪ This is how we'll survive this ♪

♪ Stay close and lie on my chest ♪

♪ You don't need my hand ♪

♪ I'll hold you ♪

♪ Fall to the voice of your youth ♪

♪ When you dream, you dream of childhood ♪

♪ And this world's just for you ♪

♪ There's a mother and father ♪

♪ Lose yourself to the feeling ♪

♪ This is how we'll survive this ♪

("Ghost Story" by Don Williams)

♪ I've seen how you tremble ♪

♪ Whenever he walks through your mind ♪

♪ Stirring up memories that cloud up your eyes ♪

♪ Where the light of our love ought to shine ♪

♪ I know that he hurt you, hurt you so bad ♪

♪ He must have been going insane ♪

♪ Now I've finally learned how to hold you together ♪

♪ When somebody mentions his name ♪

♪ He's just a ghost story so don't let him scare you ♪

♪ He's not really there like he seems ♪

♪ And tonight when I hold you, I'll hold you so close ♪

♪ I'll love him right out of your dreams ♪