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Ow!

For God's sake, look at the state of my curtain.

Look at you.

If I've told you once, I've told you umpteen times.

Keep your trousers tucked in your boots.

Ryan Quinn!

Are you listening to me?

Come here.

-Can I go out and play? -You can go after.

Leave it. I'll do it.

I'll look like a spaz with them tucked in.

You'll not be saying that when you tip over and fall on your backside.

-Will you? -I'll look stupid.

You keep 'em tucked in.

-Is your foot in? -Aye.

I'll do it - do it myself.

Ma - Ma, can I go out and play?

-No, you cannae. -Ma, where are you going?

Ma, can I go out and play, please?

We're going to see your dad. Don't you want to see your dad?

Ryan?

James!

James!

What are you doing?

You fucking bastard!

Look, you shat yourself.

Dick!

I got you one there, huh?

I think this is what I'm looking for.

-These are what I made mention about. -Yeah.

Just put this through then.

Fuck!

-Hi. How are you doing? -Fine. How are you?

-I'm just going to Susan's. -Say hello for me.

See you later.

I thought it was you.

To the wee man.

Get the fuck away from there!

-Beat it! -Hey, beat it!

Come on. Let's go.

That's me here.

What, you're walking away? Don't leave me to walk up here myself.

By yourself.

Look, come up to my place, have a coffee, eh?

You want a wee coffee?

George, what you need is a good woman to look after you.

George, stop.

Go on.

Where have you been?

Go back to sleep.

Ow! Watch where you're going!

Oh...

A wee mouse!

Shh, darling. Don't be touching it.

Darling, don't be touching it.

No, no, no. Give me your hand. Give me your hand, darling. Don't, please.

-You cannae touch it. They're vermin. -It's just a wee mouse.

Well, these conditions speak for themselves.

You can't possibly deny

that there is a very considerable health risk under these conditions

under which many of the good people of Glasgow are at present living.

There's a risk in the form of decomposition of this material,

a risk of fire, a risk of it being spread by rats,

which are notorious vectors of disease...

What about Pete Connelly? He waited months before he heard anything.

You've told me already.

They ended up with a smashing house, didnae they?

Aye.

Here, look. Work was gonna chuck this stuff out.

What's that for?

It's brand-new. It's never even been opened.

What color is it?

It's a kind of pastel shade. Let me see this.

Look at that. All right?

You've gotta be joking.

-What? -It's gray!

-It's pale blue. -Oh, your ass it is.

What? Look under the light.

That's pale blue.

-Definitely. -You're not putting that up in here.

-Why not? It's good-quality paint. -It's bloody horrible.

Look, give this place a couple of coats,

cheer it up a wee bit, it's gonna look beautiful.

What's the point? We're moving.

Aye, maybe.

...dealing with 200 rubbish fires a day

down side alleys like these.

They have been issuing warnings that bonfires...

There's tea in the pot if you want some.

All right, I'm off.

It's good-quality paint.

James, don't you go near that canal. Do you hear me?

What are you staring at, you wee pervert?

-That's my ma's. -So? What's it got to do with you?

-Do you want a photo? -Of you?

No.

Stop making a mess at that table.

Shut up.

Hey, gorgeous!

Where are you going?

Whee!

Whee!

You don't got a pal or something?

Where are you going?

Nowhere.

Make yourself useful if you're gonna hang about here all day.

Get me a can of beer out of the fridge.

What? Do what I tell you. Go on.

Move.

Yes! You beauty! Go outside!

Oh, beautiful, Chelsea. Beautiful!

I'm telling my da on you.

Are you?

-My head! -Big lassies don't greet.

Go away. Aye, go away.

-You gonna tell my da? -Aye, I'm telling.

And I'm gonna tell him you drank his beer as well.

Anne Marie, shut up!

Stop it!

Right, okay, I won't - I won't tell.

-So you're not gonna tell my da? -No, I won't tell.

Where's my beer?

Mmm. Da.

Dad. Dad?

Da.

Where were you?

You watching football? It's an Old Firm game.

-Don't like football. -I like football, Dad. Can I watch it?

You watch it with me.

I've got it. Over here!

Where's the wee mouse?

Remember that wee mouse you put down the toilet, Dad?

-What? -The wee mouse.

Remember the wee mouse?

Ah, it's away at the sea, darling. It's away at the sea.

-The seaside? -Mm-hmm.

Went for a swim.

Da, James hurt me.

He drank your beer as well.

Did he now? I'll see about that later.

I'll see -

Go on, son. Jump for it! Jump for it!

You killed my mouse, Da.

Yes! Yes!

Go on! Attack!

Give them back, you bastard.

-Say, "Pretty please." -Pretty please.

-"Pretty please with a cherry on top." -Pretty please with a cherry on top.

What will you give me if I give you them?

-Anything. -No. Fuck off.

-Fuck off. -This stupid cow cannae see your hand.

Yeah, you lost your knickers as well, huh?

Fuck off and give them back.

Yeah, go on. See you later, darling.

You bastard!

Fucking cow!

-Asshole! -Fucking bitch!

Fuck off!

You see my glasses in there?

Can you?

-No. -Are you sure?

-Aye. -Come and sit here.

-What? -Sit here.

-What's your name? -James.

-Want a drag? -No.

I'll kill that bastard, Matt Monroe.

That canal gives me the creeps.

You hear about that wee boy drowned in there?

-No. -Ryan Quinn?

You wanna touch it?

See you later, James.

-It's heavy. -Let me get on.

Don't tilt it too much.

-Have you got it? -Hurry up, aye.

Be a minute.

Okay, push it in. Lift it up.

-Push it in. -I cannae -

-What did you let it go for? -It's your fault!

-What'd you let it go for? -It was all your fault!

Calm yourself down, hen. What's the matter with you?

You killed my boy.

What are you fucking talking about? That was my boy as well.

I loved him just as much as you, and you know that.

You killed him. You wasn't there!

Come on, you gotta get a grip on yourself. Please.

Get away from me, you bastard! I hate you!

Get away!

Cannae deal with you anymore. Every time I come near you, we argue.

He left us.

He left my boy. I couldn't watch him myself.

I hate him.

He killed my boy.

Wasn't it James about ya?

James! James, get my messages.

Leaving them lying in the middle of the street. Hurry up.

-James, come here, son. -Where are you going?

-Gonna take the messages up. -Just do what you're told. Come here.

Wanna give us a wee cuddle?

He's the double of my Ryan, isn't he? The same eyes.

Aye.

Maybe. Maybe a wee bit.

Will you do me a wee favor, pal?

Will you go up to Ryan's room for me

and get the wee box from Ryan's bed?

Will you do that for me?

Go on, James. It's all right.

Oh, fuck.

-Thanks for helping me. -They look great.

-They're cutting me. -Shut up, you.

What do you say?

-Say thanks to Mrs. Quinn. -They're too wee.

Thanks.

James. James.

James, look what I've got.

Ah, it's lovely. What's its name?

Suzy. She's a she.

It's nice.

I've got budgies and gerbils in the house.

For my birthday, I'm getting rats, tigers, bears,

and mouse-eating snakes.

-That's good. -As soon as I'm older,

I'm gonna have the biggest zoo in the world.

Look. I'm a member of the RSPCA.

That's good, man.

-What are you looking for? -Nothing.

Wow, look at all the wee tadpoles in there.

-Have you ever seen a perch? -A peach?

A perch.

It's about that size and it's got spiky, jagged fins.

-I seen a guy catch one the other day. -Was it big?

Aye, it was that size.

-You wanna catch one? -It's not that easy, Kenny.

I've got a net in the house.

It would pull you under.

-I'm a great swimmer. -Another time, Kenny. See you later.

James, what am I?

Are you a bird?

No, I'm an ostrich. An ostrich cannae fly.

See you later, Kenny.

James, James. You can come to my zoo tomorrow.

-All right. Cheerio. -See you later.

Is your mummy there, hen?

Uh, sh-she just went out to, um, see my auntie at the hospital.

It's just I thought I'd seen her coming up the road there, you know?

She did not come u - She come up and then she went back out.

I see. Will you give her this for m -

Aye, your ma's never around here, is she?

Here, give her for me.

Tell her the rent is due.

Is he away?

The smell in this place.

Oh, what's that?

Somebody's thrown out a perfectly good dog.

Eh, smell that.

Full of maggots.

-Fancy a swim? -Fuck off.

-You and Ryan Quinn? -Eh? Ladies first.

Eh?

Here.

-Hey, man. Are you a good swimmer? -How you doing? You a good swimmer, aye?

-Why don't you go dive in? -Fuck off.

-Huh? -Don't.

-What? -Piss off.

Here, leave him alone.

-Fuck off. -Leave him alone, man.

-One, two... -Don't do that to the wee guy.

Three!

-Oh, you shat yourself. -You're safe.

Boys.

Stef! Here we are.

All right, big man. How you doing? We're off to Margaret Anne's.

Keep an eye through the window in case her ma comes.

All right, Margaret Anne, guess who.

Billy?

Try harder. Who is it, Margaret Anne?

Stefan.

Okay, but you better get my glasses back, you prick.

Ooh!

Who is it, Margaret Anne?

Okay, sure, Tommy. Just fuck off.

-Not bad, kid. One out of four. -Leave me alone.

Get off me. Your breath is mingin.

Piss off.

You don't want a shot, man?

One more.

-Go on. -On you go.

-Hurry up. -Go for it.

-On you go. -Help yourself, Jimmy.

Go. Go for it.

-Get in there. -Go on.

Go on.

Scared of the bird?

-Whip it out. -Go on.

-We've been there and done that. -Got the T-shirt.

Hey, man, you okay?

What's it like down there?

He boldly went where no man's gone before.

Call an ambulance for that guy.

Feather duster.

Sweep the cobwebs away.

-What was that? -He's sticking his two fingers up at us.

-Hi, Lisa! Hi, Leanne! -Hi, Anne Marie!

Margaret, is it all right if I leave her here? My ma will be back soon.

All right, thanks.

Lisa, what did I say?

You get out of that rubbish right now, or you'll get your ass kicked.

Where are you going?

Piss off. I'm telling my ma on you.

I can do what I like. It's a free country.

There's no way you're getting on this bus with me. Go on home. Beat it.

-Have you got a boyfriend? -It's none of your business.

Look at the state of your knees, man. They're pure black.

No, they're not.

Look, go on home. You're not getting on this bus with me.

-Just tell us where you're going. -No, I'm not telling you nothing.

-Can I have 10p, please? -Where are you going?

-Can I get 10p, please? -Where are you going, wee man?

Here.

Just go on. Go on. Go on.

Okay, wee man, that's as far as I go.

Not to be funny, but you getting off or what?

♪ What's new, pussycat? ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa-whoa ♪

♪ What's new, pussycat? ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa ♪

♪ Pussycat, pussycat I've got flowers ♪

-You know I love you, don't you? -Oh, you come and you go.

Come here, gorgeous.

Aye, I'm always gorgeous when you're half-cut.

-♪ Pussycat, pussycat ♪ -See, your ma...

♪ I love you ♪

...she's one in a million.

Da, shut up.

Tryin' to watch this.

Your ma is one in a million.

♪ What's new, pussycat?

♪ Whoa, whoa-whoa ♪

♪ What's new, pussycat? ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa ♪

♪ Pussycat, pussycat You're so thrilling ♪

♪ And I'm so willing fo care for you ♪

♪ So go and make up Your big little pussycat eyes ♪

♪ Pussycat, pussycat, I love you ♪

♪ Yes I do ♪

Do you see him?

♪ You and your pussycat eyes ♪

Hey, have you seen my fags?

Hey, come on, Anne Marie.

Ow, Ma, it's stinging!

It's stinging.

It's nowhere near your eyes.

Oow!

Ow, it's stinging!

Get up. Come on.

-Come on. -They're not here.

Scottish League Division Two...

I was watching that.

Stirling Albion 20, Selkirk nil.

No, this Isn't Selkirk's goalie.

Believe it or not, it's actually one of Notts County's biggest supporters...

You panned?

-What? -...a dog called Ragamuffin.

Come here, you. You've been scratching and all.

No, I havnhae.

Sit down, James.

-Oh, your head's crawling. -No, it's not.

-Come on. -Ma!

James, sit.

Where's my fags? Have none of you seen my fags?

Well, if you looked farther than the ends of your backside, you might find them.

They're over there.

I looked there.

There are your wages, hen.

Right, want me to leave a couple fags for you?

No, you're all right. I've got some.

Okay, I'll see youse later.

-James, sit. -Cheerio, Dad.

-See you later. -Cheerio.

James, mate, take our rubbish down.

-You take it down! -James.

I got them from you, mingin wee cow.

Shut up! Ma, he was scratching his head well before me.

Take her out now and get her going, will you?

Ma, have you heard anything about the new house yet?

No, hen, we're still waiting.

Oi, you keep your head down.

Ugh.

-Can I see it? -Stay still.

What do they look like?

-Cannae see anything. -Look.

Is that it?

James, you're gonna catch lung cancer.

Is that right, Kenny?

My ma says I'm not allowed to play down there.

Oh.

It's an environmental - environment -

I really meant a health hazard.

What?

Guess what.

-What? -It's my birthday today.

Happy birthday.

Want to see my present?

Two minutes.

-Are you still there? -Aye.

Hey, Jamesy man!

Are you all right in there, Snowball?

Happy birthday, Kenny.

-Who's your pal, James? -Look, it's animal boy.

-What's that you've got? -You're gonna pop it.

-I'm not even doing nothing. -Leave it.

-Ah, look, it's a rat. -It's not a rat.

-What's its name, Kenny? -Snowball.

-Ah, that's lovely. -Let's see it out.

No.

Only James, you can see it.

Yeah.

Watch it stare at me.

Let me see it.

Aw, it's lovely.

-Let me see it. -No.

Oh, come on, you're one of the boys.

Am I, James?

Aye, so is James.

He's one of the muckers.

-Okay, for a minute, mate. -Oh, yeah.

The wee bastard bit me.

Give me my mouse back.

-The fucking thing cut my finger. -Fling it at the wall.

Don't hurt him or I'll kill you, you bastard.

Give it back!

Give me my fucking mouse back!

Move. I want it back!

Ma! Ma! Gonna Kill it!

Crush its head on the pavement!

No!

It can fly, Kenny.

Let it fly to James.

-Goon. -Goon.

Hold it, James! My mouse can fly.

Where's it gonna fly to?

-Go, James. Fucking kill it. -Where's it gonna fly to, James?

Just fling it at the wall.

-The moon. -That's sad.

Don't give it back.

-My mouse is going to the moon? -Aye.

You better put it back in its cage. It's done enough flying.

Don't give it back!

Oh, no!

I'm going to my ma and tell about all you!

Your ma only wears knickers to keep her ankles warm.

-Is that your pal, James? -You going to the moon with him?

-Look, James. -He's a fucking psycho, by the way.

"I'm going to the moon."

Look, everybody.

Bye-bye, Snowball.

Hi, James.

Hi, Kenny.

-What are you doing? -What?

-What are you doing? -I'm gonna catch a perch.

-How are you gonna do that? -I'll show you.

See this bread? I'm going to throw it in like that, right?

When they come up, I'm gonna do this and catch it.

I'll catch one, James. I'll catch one, James. Watch this.

I've got it, I've got it!

Here's some more.

-See that one? -Aye.

What was that, Kenny?

They're biting.

-Is there one down there? -Don't know. Must be.

-You want a hand? -No, James. I want to do it all myself.

All right. I'm gonna go, Kenny. See you later.

See you.

Is he stupid or something?

He's all right.

I've got one!

Oh, it got away.

Ow, you're hurting me.

You wanna see 'em?

Look.

Cannae see anything.

That's the wee beast there. See it?

-No. -You need your glasses back.

Hang on. I'll find another one.

A bigger one.

Oh.

I got it.

See it?

Aye, I think so.

Big beast.

That's you.

Have you killed them all?

I think so. You need to go and wash it now.

George!

Fuck.

George!

All right!

Oh, George, you need to help me! It's my boy! He's in the canal!

You've gotta wet your hair first.

Get off me. Get off me!

Fifty-seven! I can get up to 70 if I count faster.

-Where's the soap? -I don't know.

I need a pee.

I need a pee.

Although neither side are willing to say so openly,

it's clear that it was the threat to bring in troops

that made the strike leaders back down.

Clearing up all this mess will mean thousands of pounds

in bonuses and overtime for the dustmen,

compensating them for the nine weeks they've been on strike.

The threat that somebody else might do the work,

and they'd lose all the extra money,

produced an abrupt change of heart.

Your da's a hero.

What?

Is your mother or father in?

-My da's in, but he's sleeping. -We're from the council.

-Can we come in? -Is it about our new house?

Aye. Come on in.

Da, Da. Da!

It's the new house people. Wake up.

-Da! -Oh, fuck off.

-It's the new house people. Da! -What?

Who the - Who the fuck are you?

I'm Miss McDonald. This is Mr. Mohan. We're from the council.

We've come to inspect the condition of your property

and to assess your standard of living.

Have we caught you at a bad time?

Ah...

um...

-Um... -We just want a look round.

Mrs. Fowler, her boy, you know, he was in the canal.

And I had to get in the canal, and I can't even swim.

I had to - I dump dry rubbish in the back here, you know?

You've seen it there? It's a fucking disgrace.

It's a three-bedroom property you're looking for, Mr. Gillespie.

Aye, that's right. Aye.

Are we getting a big house with a bath, a toilet and a field?

Are we, Da?

-Here, that. -Cheers.

So youse had better come back when the wife's here.

We've got all the information we need. Thanks very much, Mr. Gillespie.

-That was great. -Thank you. Thank you.

-Goodbye. -Bye-bye now.

I'm sorry about the mess, eh?

Come here, you.

Can you not fucking do anything right?

Huh? What did you let them in for? Huh?

-Because I thought that - -'Cause you thought.

Are we still getting the new house?

If we don't, it's your fucking fault. Now get out of my sight.

Would you hold on a minute? What's the matter with you?

I'm itchy. Are you nearly finished?

I think you've caught something in that canal.

All right, that's you.

Whoa.

Margaret Mullen said the council inspectors were up to see her house today.

-They didnae come here, did they? -Who?

The place was a tip.

Dad, here. Mr. Mullen never took the money for it.

-Didnae? -No.

-Tell you what. You keep it, hen. -Really? Thanks, Da.

He told me to tell you you're a hero and all.

-Did he? -Right.

Look at the face on you.

Here's your shoes, Dad.

Oh.

That's them.

Ah, let us borrow it.

Can I get 50 pence?

Ooh, that's Mum's.

Here.

-) -Yes! -Shh.

James!

James Gillespie!

Where does that boy get to?

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls,

it's a great pleasure for me as lord provost...

-James. James. -...to welcome you here to our...

Look at that guy's sideburns.

...when we recognize the exceptional bravery...

James, do you think Snowball's reached the moon yet?

You be quiet.

I don't want to hear another word about that mouse. Now shut up.

And this is one of these occasions, so...

-Even the McKays are moving soon. -Aye, I heard, hen.

-When are we going to be moving? -We'll hear soon.

You always say that.

I will hand out the certificates and the medals

as awards for your acts of bravery.

Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen.

As I call your name, will you please come forward...

Wait. I'll fix your tie.

...to receive your award.

Thanks very much, George. I don't know what I would've done hadn't you been near.

-Really. I cannae thank you enough. -That's too nice.

What have you got to say to Mr. Gillespie, Kenny?

We sent Snowball to the moon, Mr. Gillespie. Didn't we, James?

No. What did I tell you to say? Look at the man when you're speaking to him.

Thanks for saving my wife - I mean, my life.

It's okay. It's all right.

Gavin McGillan.

-My da's a hero. -You're right, hen.

Congratulations. Well done.

Look, there he is up there. See him?

-Alan McC - Sorry? -George Gillespie.

George Gillespie.

-Da, it's lovely. -Thanks.

-Can I keep it? -I'm gonna take off.

Going for a wee drink, meet some of the boys at the pub.

Don't be too long.

-See you later. -See you.

See you later, darling. See you later, darling.

It's been an important occasion.

-Cheerio, Da. -See you later, love.

Please make sure that you have received your awards...

Anne Marie.

Okay.

Ma, remember, put Tom Jones on.

Ma, I asked you to put Tom Jones on. You weren't listening.

Ma!

I told you to put Tom Jones on!

Put Tom Jones on! Tom Jones!

You lot wouldn't know a good tune if it came up and bit you.

-Put Tom Jones on! -Stop screaming in my ear.

Tom Jones!

Tom Jones is shite, Anne Marie.

You're a shite. You're a big shite.

Hey, you two, that's enough of that language.

I don't want to hear that in my house.

-He said it first. -You hear me, young lady?

He said it first.

-Da swears all the time. -Right, who's dancing?

Come on, who's gonna dance? I'll dance by myself.

Me and your da were the best jivers at the Lindella.

Mm-hmm!

She's mad.

Is that right? Bet you couldn't do it. Are you dancing?

You're meant to say, "Are you asking?" Are you dancing?

-No way. -Come on, James. One dance for your ma.

-No, no! -Come on!

-Ma! -Go now, James!

James, you cannae jive!

James cannae jive. James cannae jive. James cannae jive.

I If my folks come a-home I'm afraid they're gonna have my hide &

Watch this move.

♪ There'll be no more movies For a week or two ♪

James cannae jive.

♪ No more runnin' round With the usual crew ♪

♪ Who cares? C'mon, everybody ♪

Let's try a double.

Whoa!

James cannae jive!

-Aye, he can. James is a good jiver. -I'll dance with you, Ma.

♪ I got some money in my jeans And I'm really gonna spend it right ♪

Ooh!

♪ Well, I been a-doin' my homework All week long ♪

One wee drink, right?

-One wee drink. That's all. -No, no.

Then you can go home.

You're a lovely lassie, but I need to go.

I've not got any money. Come on.

There you go. Buy yourself a drink, right?

-Okay. I will. -Buy yourself a drink.

-You're a lovely lassie. -I'll see you later.

See you later, darling. Look after yourself.

You too. Cheerio.

Mister, can you hold my cat for me so I can go to the ice cream van?

-Sure I can. -Thank you.

You mind crossing that road there, huh?

-Yes, pal? -Can I get one of these?

Where'd you get the cat, you pussy?

Ah, fuck off, all ye.

Fuck off!

♪ Lollipop, lollipop Oh, lolli, lolli, lolli ♪

♪ Lollipop, lollipop Oh, lolli, lolli, lolli ♪

♪ Lollipop, lollipop Oh, lolli, lolli, lolli ♪

♪ Lollipop

♪ Bum-bum-bum-bum ♪

♪ Lollipop, lollipop Oh, lolli, lolli, lolli &

♪ Lollipop, lollipop Oh, lolli, lolli, lolli &

♪ Lollipop, lollipop Oh, lolli, lolli, lolli &

♪ Lollipop ♪

♪ Bum-bum-bum-bum ♪

♪ Call my baby lollipop, tell you why ♪

♪ His kiss is sweeter than an apple pie ♪

♪ And when he does His shaky rockin' dance ♪

♪ Man, I haven't got a chance I call him ♪

♪ Lollipop, lollipop Oh, lolli, lolli, lolli ♪

♪ Lollipop, lollipop Oh, lolli, lolli, lolli ♪

♪ Lollipop, lollipop Oh, lolli, lolli, lolli ♪

♪ Lollipop

♪ Sweeter than candy on a stick ♪

-♪ Huckleberry, cherry or lime ♪ -Try them on.

♪ If you had a choice, he'd be your pick ♪

♪ But Lollipop is mine ♪

Don't want to.

I bought them for you, you ungrateful wee bastard. Now get "em on.

They don't look too big.

♪ Crazy way he thrills me Tell you why ♪

♪ Just like a-lightning from the sky ♪

Oh, no. Let me see.

I don't fucking like football!

♪ I call him ♪

♪ Lollipop, lollipop Oh, lolli, lolli, lolli ♪

♪ Lollipop, lollipop ♪

♪ Oh, lolli, lolli, lolli ♪

♪ Lollipop, lollipop Oh, lolli, lolli, lolli ♪

♪ Lollipop

♪ Bum-bum-bum-bum ♪

♪ Lollipop, lollipop Oh, lolli, lolli, lolli ♪

♪ Lollipop ♪

I thought I heard a noise. What you doing up here, son?

Who are you looking for?

You don't got a tongue in your head?

Oh, my God. They're gettin' younger and younger.

Another one.

Shit. There's your ma.

Don't worry. She won't come in.

Just turn the light out.

I'm freezing.

You're not coming in?

James, do you love me?

Aye.

♪ I know I stand in line Until you think you have the time ♪

♪ To spend an evening with me ♪

♪ And if we go some place to dance ! know that there's a chance ♪

♪ You won't be leaving with me ♪

♪ Then afterwards we drop into A quiet little place ♪

♪ And have a drink or two ♪

♪And then I go and spoil it all By saying something stupid ♪

♪ Like "I love you” ♪

♪ I can see it in your eyes That you despise the same old lies ♪

♪ You heard the night before ♪

♪ And though it's just a line to you For me it's true ♪

♪ And never seemed so right before ♪

♪ I practice every day fo find Some clever lines to say ♪

♪ To make the meaning come true ♪

♪ But then I think I'll wait Until the evening gets late ♪

♪ And I'm alone with you ♪

♪ The time is right Your perfume fills my head ♪

♪ The stars get red And, oh, the nights so blue ♪

♪ And then I go and spoil it all By saying something stupid ♪

♪ Like "I love you" ♪

Let's go!

-Come on, lads. Let's go! -Let's go!

Don't forget that mask.

Get those masks on!

Scabs! You're nothing but scabs! Every last one of you!

Shut your gob, you. It's about time these bags were cleared.

Mind your own business, you crone-faced old cow!

Hey, come on. Keep out.

-Beat it! -Come over here.

Here. Come on.

-Keep out. -Come over here.

Hey, come on.

-Bugger off. -Right.

Hey!

James!

Look!

Back up!

-Can I get up? -No, we're too busy.

James!

James! James, look. I killed it.

I thought you were a member of the RSPCA.

My ma says they're verm - verm - they're pests.

-Your ma's looking for you. -Is she?

Aye.

Look at the moon.

Hiya, Snowball.

Snowball's dead, Kenny.

You killed him.

Calm down, for fuck's sake.

Go for it.

Poor cow, poor cow, poor cow, poor cow.

Poor cow, poor cow.

-Come on. It's my turn. -Poor cow, poor cow, poor Cow.

Remember, be nice to him.

Poor cow, poor cow. Poor cow, poor Cow.

I'm not your pal anymore. I'm not your pal anymore. Ha-ha! Ha-ha!

Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off.

Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off.

-Fucking spastic! -I saw you, I saw you, I saw you.

I saw you, I saw you, I saw you, I saw you!

You killed Ryan Quinn.

You killed him. You killed him. You killed him.

Where have you been?