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(panting)

(soft energetic rock music)

Smell the air, Phil?

Smell it?

Good country air there.

(soft energetic rock music)

Well, this is it, Phil.

New town, new start, new home.

New school, new friends.

What do you think?

Poxy weather, Dad.

You're right there.

Let's get in and get the kettle on.

Yeah.

(energetic rock music)

Everyone ready?

[All] Yes!

Everyone ready?

[Kids] Boston Kickout!

[Kids] Boston Kickout!

Don't you bite my hand

Cause its the only one

That feeds you

I'm gonna be your man

Cause there's no one else who needs you

(kids shouting)

Now I've got your heart

(kids shouting)

[Man] Fuck em!

You got to follow the sunshine

(woman shouting)

Kick out all those dirty window news

You'll be making headline news

You got nothing left to lose

Kickout

(kids shouting)

(man shouting)

You got to follow the sunshine

[Kids] Boston Kickout!

(kids shouting)

Now you realize

That the scene will never bore you

Look into my eyes

I'll never kneel before you

You got to follow the sunshine

(laughing and shouting)

(kids chattering)

Shit, what is he doing in there?

I mean how long does it take to take back

some bloody text books?

Yeah, but he's got to get his deposit back.

Yeah still.

well the more he gets back,

the more we'll have for the old festivities tonight.

(rhythmic horn honking)

All right, girls.

All right, bruv.

Yeah all right, bruv.

Missing it already are we?

You'll get it over it.

Eventually.

So what are you back for then?

Re-sits?

That's very good.

Oh that's very funny.

That's nearly as funny as that.

You've seen Mandy?

No.

I don't know what year she's in.

Fourth.

Well?

What you think?

You think I want to end up with some of the slappers

that you lot see?

No, fuck that.

I like them young and stupid.

Ah, there she is.

Right.

Get in.

He reckons its his one ambition

to get my dad kicked out the force.

Well he's going the right way about it,

I'll give him that.

Listen, I'm gonna see what's keeping Ted.

(soft reflective music)

(soft chatter in background)

(Speaking French)

Hello?

Its Phil, isn't it?

I'll see you then.

Adieu.

Au revoir.

Well?

What?

What?

What's the score with you and Miss Hewitt?

Well what can I say?

Right now the score appears to be

two one to Josephine.

But there's everything to play for.

Josephine?

Is that what you just said?

- Fuck off. - Josephine?

Come on.

Let's see if we can find some women

of the demi-monde persuasion.

(shouting)

(laughing)

Oh fuck.

This stuff's rocket fuel.

[Boy] How bout giving some to your comrades?

(shouts)

(energetic country music)

Whoa, easy, Ted, Ted.

Oi, Gagarin, ready for refueling?

(shouts)

(shouts)

Shit, I've dropped it.

Shit!

I'll go back and get it.

(soft reflective music)

Come on, lads.

(shushes) Ted.

Matt!

You fucking idiot.

And you wasted this.

You all right, Snow White?

Yeah.

(soft tense rock music)

Oh, Jesus.

What?

Not her again.

What is wrong with you, Phil?

Every time you see this girl you turn white.

I don't know, I can't help it.

Well nows your chance to talk to her.

Ted, don't.

Hey, you.

Yeah you.

Stephanie isn't it?

Come on, Phil.

Ah, he's lost his bottle.

Oh shit.

I just wanted to say, I think you're really beautiful.

Phil.

What?

Look.

I want you to look at this from a practical point of view.

How do you expect to have sexual intercourse

with a girls who's very sight makes you want to puke?

I don't know.

Its the vodka.

Ah, the vodka my derriere.

Come on, what are you doing?

Yeah all right, Matt.

Well hurry up then.

Look, what if I speak to her for you?

No, no, no.

Why not?

Look, I'll simply take her to one side,

explain to her how you feel--

And shag her senseless.

Well, I shouldn't think that will be necessary.

Look, Ted.

I understand what you're trying to do, right?

I'll handle it meself.

Oh yeah.

Just sit on your ass and do nothing with it.

Very popular in these parts.

Get the booze.

[Both] Happy birthday.

Oh Steve, you look gorgeous.

Look, I'm sorry we didn't bring any proper prezzies

or cards or any of that shit but loads of booze.

Yeah great.

Wheres Phil?

Oh he'll be here in a minute.

Where's the whores?

(laughing in background)

Oh here's one now.

Hello, Mrs. Richardson, how are you this evening?

I'm fine, thank you very much for asking, Theodore.

And yourself?

Oh, how did the exams go?

Oh you know.

Can't complain, wouldn't anyway.

Oh have you heard we got Steven a place in Durham?

Yeah, two As and two Bs.

Oh you'll get them.

He always does.

(laughs)

Oh funny you should mention that, Mrs. Richardson--

Barbara, you must call me Barbara, Theodore.

Sorry, Barbara.

You see I haven't quite made up my mind

which university to go for.

Obviously we're looking at Oxbridge

but its which one of the two.

And I was thinking what with your experience

in such matters, you'd be a valuable source of information.

Well, I mean you could always try Trinity in Dublin

which has a very good reputation.

In fact, if I'm not mistaken,

the director of British gas went there.

British gas?

Or just minute, is it British Telecom?

Well either way, you could do a lot worse--

Well this has been very interesting, Barbara,

but I better go and see the birthday boy.

We'll speak later.

Theodore.

Yes, Barbara?

We'll be playing Canastra in a little bit

so try not to be too long.

I'm sure we won't.

Toodle loo.

Gentlemen, in about 15 minutes we're gonna have

to play Canasta with a bunch of over 50 year olds.

I suggest we be prepare.

Let's get slaughtered

(cheers)

(upbeat techno hip hop)

Negligees are quite interesting.

White or black?

Do you have a preference?

[Boy] It depends.

On what?

- On what mood you're in. - On what mood?

Whites nice.

(laughs)

(laughing)

That's my mum.

(laughing)

No, no.

She censors them.

That's totally out of order.

Compromising your artistic integrity like that.

Yeah, yeah he's right.

He's right.

I mean when you first started all this right,

I thought, what a sad git.

(laughs)

No offense, that's what I thought,

but now its almost spiritual.

Its like that um, that church with the paintings.

Um the, with, what is it?

What the Sistine Chapel?

That's it.

That is it.

That is exactly what its like

and as such, it should be celebrated

and not censored.

Cheer.

Michelangelo, here's a little toast from Stevenage.

I mean, we love you and we love your work.

(laughs)

(laughing)

(soft chatter)

Oh, at last.

We've been waiting for you.

Right, now Matthew, love,

you come and sit over next to Auntie Babs.

And uh Theodore, come sit next to me.

You haven't been drinking, have you?

No, dad.

Honest.

(laughing)

Go on, sit down.

What have you got?

Hey?

You all right, love?

Its a game of cards.

Look, you pick up your...

Eh?

(vomits)

- Oh god. - Oh my god.

Marla, do something!

Jesus Christ.

Do something!

All right, that's it.

Out.

The lot of ya!

(sobbing)

What's wrong, mate?

How you doing?

Come on, you little shit bag.

(overlapping shouting)

Bloody hooligans.

- Let's get out. - This is criminal bloody damages.

Look I'm sorry, it must be the prawns.

Seafood doesn't agree with him.

I'll give you bloody prawns.

And you, you little shitbag, I'll freaking kill ya.

Come on, its his fucking birthday.

I suppose I got you to thank for that, haven't I?

What?

Come on, let's go.

What about Matt?

Fuck Matt.

Oi, I told him to stick to smoke.

Come on!

You dare to do that in my house?

You want a toke?

You, come on, get out!

(tense dramatic music)

Come on, Phil!

Get out!

Oi, watch me fucking t-shirt.

Fuck off!

(tense rock music)

Ted.

What?

Slow down a bit, will you?

What?

Is that slow enough for you, Phil?

Ted, will you just slow down a bit, please?

Don't you trust me, Phil?

Do you want to die?

Ted, don't, Ted.

What is the matter with you, Phil?

Are you scared?

Is that it, are you scared?

Yes.

Get out.

What?

You heard me.

I said get the fuck out.

Now shut the fucking door!

I'll see you in the next life!

(tense rock music)

(screaming)

(metal clattering)

(siren wailing)

Ted!

(siren wailing)

(police sirens in distance)

Oi!

Wanker.

Morning.

Is, is it?

How you feeling?

How do I look?

That bad, eh?

(groans)

Worse.

Price of pleasure is always highest in the morning.

Oh Dad, Dad can we save the philosophy, please?

I was only saying.

So what mischief did you get up to last night?

Usual.

Does the usual normally include getting a shiner?

Shit.

I fucking hate this town.

So what did you drink last night?

Whiskey, vodka, some beer, advocat.

Everything by the sound of it.

You shouldn't mix them, Phil.

You shouldn't mix them, Phil.

Yeah, that will get you on the right track.

Forgot the most important ingredient.

Thanks.

I think I'll stick to black coffee.

Suit yourself.

Have you done the ironing?

Oh Phil, you know how I hate ironing.

I take it you've come to apologize?

Uh, yeah.

Is Steve in?

As a matter of fact, no he isn't.

He's out getting a job to pay for last night's damages.

I suggest you do the same.

(shouts)

All right, Phil.

How you feeling this morning?

All right.

Shit.

(screams)

You gave you that?

No one.

Well I hope I don't fucking meet him.

He sounds hard.

Where you going?

Home.

You want a lift?

Yeah, all right.

Get in.

Wanker!

You should of applied earlier.

Me and Ted applied last Christmas.

I don't know, his place might still be open

but I doubt it.

Yeah well I only just decided.

Its funny him running off like that.

Where do you reckon he's gone?

Who the fuck knows?

Searching for women of the demi-monde persuasion.

Well.

Did you know Steve's working the bookies

down Broadwater?

Yeah?

Tell you the truth, I haven't seen him since the party.

Do you reckon he might be trying to avoid us?

I'm sorry, Phil, its gone.

I've just given it to that young girl, Susan Price.

Nice girl.

So, the only thing I've got running through to September

is this.

Its in a bakery during shift work.

The moneys good but its hard work.

Its the only temporary job we've got.

Thanks, Mum.

(soft tense music)

(soft tense music)

Yo, pussy boy.

Meow.

(soft tense music)

[TV] The ring, its said to ensure the health

of the wrestlers during the contest.

Once the consecration is complete,

only those involved are allowed to touch the ring.

Women aren't allowed anywhere near it.

(TV in background)

(phone rings)

Hello?

Hello Matt, its Phil.

All right, Phil.

All right.

Listen, I was wondering do you fancy going out for a pint?

Oh sorry, I can't tonight, mate.

I would any other time but I'm a bit

busy tonight.

All right, no worries.

I was just thinking its been ages since we last went out.

Look, what about Saturday?

Yeah, Saturday's fine.

All right, bye.

Matt, are you all right?

Yeah, yeah.

Look, I'll speak to you later.

(moaning)

(TV in background)

[Steve] Hello, I'm afraid we're not available

at the moment.

If you'd like to leave your name and telephone number,

we'll get back to you as soon as possible.

Please speak after the tone.

(mimic's phone tone)

[Phil] Um, this is a message for Steve.

Its Phil.

When did you get an answer phone?

Anyway, I was ringing to see if you'd fancy

going out for a pint, but seeing as you're not in,

its a bit unlikely.

No worries, give us a ring when you get back, yeah?

Oh, uh, I arranged with Matt to go out on Saturday.

Okay, bye.

(mimics tone)

(horn blaring)

Oi.

All right, tosspot.

How you doing, all right?

Right.

Listen, do you want a lift?

What, like before?

Ah come on, I was only joking.

Get in.

Hey, trust me.

Seatbelt.

So where you off to then?

Nowhere special.

Thought I'd maybe go for a pint.

Yeah, yeah smart.

Look I got to go and see the old lady first.

Gonna pick up Brad if he's in.

Then I wanna get off my face.

What, drugs?

No, walnut whips.

Of course its fucking drugs.

Hey, Phil, you're not gonna bottle out on me, are ya?

I mean you have done it before, haven't ya?

Yeah, yeah of course I have.

Yeah of course you have, good lad.

I'll tell you what, last time I was around here

there was this geezer Mick was there,

he was with his bird, Janet.

I mean, he was wasted, right, he was right out the game.

So me and Brad offered to walk her home, you know?

On the way back, she's coming on to us, isn't she?

Really fucking going for it.

I ended up knobbing her, out by Tescos.

Fucking Brad gave her one as well.

Tell you man, filthy fucking slag.

(soft punk music)

Yeah, this is it.

Cheer up.

All right?

(shouting in distance)

All right, Mands.

[Woman] You aint the fucking pregnant one, are ya?

(shouting in background)

What's she mad about?

Well he's only gone and done it again, aint he?

Who?

Well, Brad.

That's her step-brother.

Get Nicky pregnant again.

Poor bloke.

[Man] Mandy!

Yeah?

[Man] Get down here now.

So she already had a baby?

What Nicky?

No man, listen, listen.

She had an abortion, aint she, right,

then she had another one,

now she's gonna have another one.

That's uh three.

Fucking silly slag.

How old is she?

Ah she's older than Mandy,

she's probably about 16 I think.

Tell you, Phil, fucking Brad,

he can't leave her alone, man.

I tell you know, I would not like to be in his shoes

when he gets back.

He's a fucking dead man.

Be a dead rabbit.

(shouting background)

[Woman] You shut up, this is none of your business.

Fucking nutters!

(shouting in background)

All right, Brad.

I take it I'm in trouble.

Yeah, fucking big time.

Again?

Come on, I think I got what you need.

Well come on then.

(drunken singing)

She's got nowhere to go

She's got nowhere to go

She smiles at his eyebrows

With chocolate on her lips

She's fucking up her nips

All right, shut up, now.

You fucking, look every time I try

and do that fucking song.

Give us a toke, man.

Come here.

So what's this bread factory of yours like then?

What do you think its like?

Shite.

I'm not doing it for the love of it

I'm doing it for the money.

Its not another one of these college, university

funds shit things is it?

Maybe, I don't know.

I was thinking of going to university but I don't know.

University?

Uni-fucking-versity.

That's what we hear in our house.

Uni-fucking-versity.

Beats staying in this shithole, don't it?

I don't see the point in it.

No, I don't see the point in it, education.

Seriously.

Well, as Bob Marley said,

if I had education man, I'd be a fool.

That's what he said.

No, no man.

You'd be a fool anyway.

Give us a toke.

Here you go.

I want to show you something.

Hey, don't worry.

(laughs)

Is it real?

Of course its fucking real.

That is a 45.

That's one bigger than Dirty Harry uses.

What's it for?

Insurance.

(laughs)

Insurance?

Insurance against what?

What you got?

Stop it, man.

Don't fucking touch me.

Yeah, fucking leave it out, man.

Shut the fuck up!

(low tense music)

What do you think, Phil?

What you think?

You think I'm gonna bring you in

and let you fucking go?

You think I'm gonna show you this and then let you go?

That would be very fucking stupid, wouldn't it?

(tense dramatic music)

you ready?

Close your eyes.

Close your eyes!

(shouting)

you fucking asshole.

Hey, its not fucking loaded.

Fuck off!

Hey.

I hope you aint made a mess

on my car seat, you know?

(laughs)

Morning, Charles, sir.

Morning, pussy.

Hey, where you are go to?

I'm going for a piss.

What?

You must be fucking joking, mate.

This is my kingdom here, you know.

I and I eat, sleep, shit, drink it.

Just get your ass back on the lorry now.

Come on--

Go on!

Right, here sister, cool.

(chattering in background)

See you tomorrow night.

I'll reach there about 10 o'clock.

Harlesden side, brother.

Smash up the party stakes.

Got the bread ready, got the cake ready,

the icing bun.

Says superstar.

I'll drive down there and that girl knows

she'll have to draw some tits for I and I do

and maybe for you, if he does well tonight.

Wednesday, everything nice tomorrow night.

Just go in there drink up and feel good,

you know what I mean?

Yo, pussy,

you finished?

Yeah, I have now.

(chattering in background)

(shouting)

Look, listen.

I don't want anymore of that shit

that happened last week, all right?

What, I don't know what you're on about.

You know what we're on about.

What you on about?

No last week, that was, misunderstanding, weren't it?

I don't care what it was.

We don't want anymore of it, all right?

Yeah, that's fine with me, man.

I just want to have a drink, you know.

All right.

Do yourself a favor or you'll be going

out the wrong way, all right?

(laughs)

Get on about.

And that goes for all of you, all right.

Keep an eye on him.

All right, ladies.

Come on, you know my mum.

Fucking tart.

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Going for a slash.

Rob!

Come on, let's fucking rock and roll.

(upbeat dance rock music)

Philly, Philly, Philly.

What?

- Nutter! - Rob, Rob, Rob.

Come on, shorty.

Fucking wanker.

Look, I'm gonna see Sue, all right?

All right.

(upbeat dance rock music)

We've all fucked her, mate.

Pints then, yeah?

Yeah, nice one.

I'll have a vodka, yeah.

Two pints and a vodka, please.

(upbeat dance rock)

(laughing)

Look at that, outrageous.

What a state.

You can see what she had for dinner.

Here's our chance.

You coming?

No, no, I'm all right.

Coming?

No, I need a bit more lubrication.

Suit yourself.

You all right, you having a good time?

Not in here, there's no talent.

In here, there never is.

(upbeat dance rock)

Fancy a fuck?

Fucking lesbians!

Look at him.

Fucking slags!

(energetic dance music)

Swing to the left

Swing to the right

Swing to the left

Swing to the right

Swing to the left

Swing to the right

Swing to the left

Swing to the right

Swing to the left

Swing to the right

Swing to the left

Swing to the right

Swing to the left

You got your eye on anyone, then?

No one in here.

(burps)

What you doing?

Are you saving yourself for some rich tart at university?

Some nice rich boy perhaps?

Ducky?

Leave it out, Rob.

What's wrong with you two?

You're about as much fucking fun as cancer of the cock.

Right.

I'm gonna find myself a nice slapper

and then I'm gonna slap her.

(upbeat electronic dance music)

Steve.

Steve, look at this girl.

(upbeat electronic dance music)

You all right?

No.

I'm pissing blood.

What?

Or maybe I'm bloody pissed.

Steve, what are you talking about?

You know how sometimes you just feel so mad

that you...

(upbeat electronic music)

I need to slash.

Steve.

Steve!

(upbeat electronic dance music)

Excuse me, is anybody sitting here?

No, nobody's officially sitting there yet.

Would you like another drink?

No, thanks, no.

I've had all I can handle for this year.

So are you an American?

Canadian.

Oh that's nice.

Yeah that's nice.

Yeah.

Do you want to dance?

Don't you ask a girl her name

before you ask her to dance with you sometimes?

Yeah, sorry, sorry.

Um, whats your name?

Linda, what's yours?

Phil.

Hi, Phil.

Hi.

So um, do you want to dance?

Why do you want to dance with me, Phil?

Why?

Yeah, why?

Cause I love ya.

Cause you love me?

(laughs)

Cause you love me?

Yeah.

God, you are a flatterer, aren't you?

How old are you?

Old enough.

Old enough.

Old enough to dress yourself, maybe?

Sorry.

Phil, hey go on then.

Come on, let's dance.

(soft R&B music)

I love you

And all it takes is just night alone with me

To show you

That there can never be anyone else

All I need is just one night alone

Who wants to dance with me?

Me.

Come on, then.

Just one night alone

One night

And as we lay down here together

On this soft

Warm bed

I thought back to the time

When we first met

And all those memories

Just keeps dancing in my head

(glass shatters)

That's my brother!

(screaming)

you fucker!

(people screaming)

Fuck off.

Fucking wanker.

Come on.

Where's me fucking coat?

Fuck your jacket.

Go on, piss off, little shit.

Let's go back and fucking do em.

Thanks a lot Rob, cheers.

What?

I was in there until you started.

Oh fuck off, fucking Yankee bitch she was.

What do you expect me to do, eh?

Let me brother get beaten up?

No.

Well shut up, then.

I'm sorry, man.

- Yes, yes. - No worries.

Thrown out of every club in Stevenage.

There's only two.

So?

(soft guitar music)

B, B, E, yes.

Yes, come on, Matty.

Come on.

Steven.

C, shit.

Come on, Ted.

A, A, A.

Yes, yes!

Ms. Hewitt.

Yes?

Have you, well I wondered if you'd heard from Ted?

Why, should I have?

No, I just thought maybe he might of been in touch.

I take it you haven't?

No, none of us have.

I'm sure there's no reason to worry.

He can take care of himself.

[Ted Voiceover] Hi, you'll never guess where I am.

Well the front of the card probably gives it away.

Impressed?

Things are really exciting here.

I may even stick around for awhile.

Dare I say it, I may even matured a bit

but don't worry, not too much.

Love Ted.

PS, thanks for all the extra tuition.

How come he never writes to his mates?

Who you burying?

Meself.

You've got some go in you yet.

I got my results.

And?

Two Bs and an E.

Well done, son.

I told you it be all right, didn't I?

Yeah, its better than what I thought I'd get.

Just a matter of choosing which course

to go on, now.

Don't worry about that now.

Here.

Go out and celebrate.

Cheers, dad.

And you can take your cousin, too.

What?

Your cousin Shona's in town.

I said you'd show her around.

Oh, Dad.

Oh come on, I've promised her now.

Don't make me a fibber.

We've got bears here with every illness

from all over the world.

Leprosy bear, we've got yellow fever bear.

These bears you won't find anywhere else

and this is botulism bear.

Beautiful bear here needs a real cuddle.

Have a feel it.

How much is this one?

15 pounds a bear.

How much?

15 pounds.

Really gorgeous look.

He needs a cuddle, doesn't he?

Fine, I'll give you five.

- Five pounds? - Cause he's not very well stuffed, is he?

I mean its a bit, you know?

Away you go would you and stuff yourself.

Five pounds, who do you think you are?

Five pounds a bear.

Excuse me, how much is the yellow bear?

15 pound.

15 pounds?

Jesus Christ.

That's art you're looking at.

If its bargains you're after, try Toys R' Us.

Well boy.

All right.

So you found me at last.

Yeah.

(laughs)

Didn't think you'd know me after all this time.

Well, you know, it wasn't hard.

So you like the yellow bear?

Yeah, its great.

Its very yellow, isn't it?

Its got yellow fever, see.

Oh right.

Looks like it needs a cuddle.

That's the idea.

Right.

But no one seems to want them around here.

Must be your selling technique.

There's nothing wrong with me selling technique.

All right, must be the product.

Yeah, I reckon furry satellite dish covers

would better around here.

Well get your bones over here, would you boy,

and give us a hand to pack up?

Here we are.

Oh I love the wheels.

Pity its not mine.

Its hired.

What do you drive?

Mercedes is it?

No.

I can't drive.

I can give you a few lessons.

So, what's there to do in Stevenage?

Stevenage?

Loads.

There's loads to do in Stevenage.

If you like concrete.

Sure, why didn't you say?

I love concrete.

Let's go for a walk, boy.

And this is the pumping heart of Stevenage, the Mecca.

This is to Stevenage,

what the Blackpool tower is to Blackpool.

What the Eiffel tower is to...

[Both] Paris.

This the bookshop.

Don't look much like a bookshop to me, boy.

I could see why you say that,

I could see why you see that.

They took out all the books and put in the machines

but this is the bookshop.

You weren't joking when you said concrete, were you?

No.

Stevenage gives good concrete.

(laughs)

Can we go now?

I feel silly.

What do you think?

Is there any more sights you could show me?

They just put an ice skating rink.

Let's go ice skating.

That's it, you're great.

Bend your knees slightly.

Okay.

Your right knee, your left knee.

Your right, left.

Right.

I'm doing.

Keep you weight forward.

You're skating.

This is it, I'm doing it.

I'm doing it.

- You're skating. - I'm doing it.

Yes, this is easy.

(shouts)

Here we are.

Despite the protests, Stevenage was confirmed

as the location for a new town on the 11th of November 1946.

They should of listened to the protests.

The town on paper.

Here we are.

This is the town on papers.

(laughs)

The queen was here

and officially gave Queensway its name.

The real queen?

The real queen.

What's this?

Wow, neighborhoods.

Look at that.

(laughing)

pow, pow.

We won some money.

Listen to this, Bedwell.

This is where I live.

Right in the middle, right on the W there.

Do you bed well, boy?

I'm sorry.

Nothing to be sorry about.

You either do or you don't, you know?

(laughs)

[TV] A typical house was inspected by the queen.

When the queen officially declared

the new town open in 1959,

she brought to Stevenage a sense of it's own worth.

The pioneering Londoners who had settled here

felt that they were no longer a building site

but a real town.

While they were at it did they build any good pubs

in this place?

Pubs?

Yeah, there are loads of great pubs in Stevenage.

Especially if you want to get mullered.

Mullered?

What's that then?

Beaten up.

(soft music) (distant chattering)

How are ya?

All right, mate.

This is my cousin, Shona.

This is Steve, Matt, and Sue.

How are you?

Peanuts, great.

(soft rock music)

Didn't get the results then?

What are you gonna do?

Re-sit them at Christmas, I suppose.

And what about Uni?

I thought you had your heart set on Durham?

Yeah, well my mom certainly did, didn't she?

All right, darling.

Shona, this is Rob.

Rob, this is my cousin, Shona.

Your cousin?

Fuck me.

You kept that one quiet, didn't ya?

That's cause I can talk for meself.

Oh.

Feeling better, are we, today, Stevie, eh?

Poor little lad.

He was having a bit of a cry today, weren't you, eh?

Him and mummy.

Ah, what a shame.

Oi, I don't know what you're so upset about,

I mean, I mean what good are exams anyway?

You can't fuck em and you can't smoke em,

aint that right, Shona?

Eh?

(laughs)

I hear you lost your job at the bakery, then?

I resigned.

Oh yeah?

Well uh, how do you fancy earning yourself

a bit of extra dough then?

(laughs)

No, seriously.

Me and Rob have got this job coming up.

Keep your fucking trap shut.

All right, all right.

Now listen, you can earn yourself

at least five grand, right,

and the worst you can do is 18 months in the nick.

Its gonna be sweet as a nut, a doddle.

So you have a think about it, yeah?

Another game of pool?

Lovely.

Where'd you pick them up, out of the circus is it?

No they're harmless.

I think.

So do you live in Ireland?

Yeah, I'm over on business.

Oh what do you do?

I make furry satellite dish covers.

Whoa, really?

Um look, it seems a good a time as any,

I've got a little announcement to make.

Me and Sue are getting engaged.

(soft rock music)

What?

We're having a bit of a party on Saturday night.

You're all invited.

What can I say?

Congratulations, mate.

Thanks.

- Congratulations, Sue. - Thanks.

Yeah, good luck.

- Cheers. - Good luck.

Why?

Sorry?

What do you want to get hitched for, girl?

Shona.

Well um.

We just want to.

Are you pregnant?

(soft rock music)

There are other things you can do, you know?

What's the rush?

Oi, we're on next, mate.

What's happening?

It aint fucking water, is it.

Yeah or maybe we love each other.

Yeah but this is the rest of your lives

you're on about, girl.

Look.

I don't remember asking for your opinion,

you nosy Irish bitch.

What in fucking hell is he doing?

What?

(shouting)

Bonfire night.

Hang on mate, you got a light?

(laughing)

Fucking hell.

Fucking bonfire night.

Nutter.

Which ones the black?

Shona.

I'm sorry about what she said.

Its not your fault, is it?

I asked for it really.

Fancy a walk, boy?

You don't think much of my friends, do you?

I don't know them, do I boy?

I'm not sure if I really know them.

Well I mean, you know, people change.

I suppose they got they've got their own lives to do.

Haven't you got no one to talk to?

Yeah.

No.

Well, well the person I would normally talk to isn't here

at the moment, so, no.

You've got me, haven't you?

That's true.

Funny how this place becomes so sinister at night.

I don't know.

I think its really peaceful.

Do you?

You would.

(laughs)

Oi, big smile.

Still digging then, uncle?

Digging?

Have a bit of a respect.

I'm burying a man.

A man is it?

I hope he's dead.

Oh he's dead all right.

He was a bus driver.

Do you know how he died?

He got knocked down by a speeding ice cream van.

The last thing he heard and saw

was a ringing bell and a giant glowing 99.

Shocking.

Waste of time if you ask me.

What, would you as soon use a forklift then?

No I prefer to be cremated meself.

As my mother says, she feels she couldn't breathe

in the coffin.

I hate that word, cremation.

When I die, I want to be buried

in a little six by three by six

with a nice headstone.

Maybe some flowers, you know?

If someone's got the time.

As long as they don't incinerate me

and stick me in a tin piss pot.

Yeah well, I uh.

I see you caught up with him, then.

Is he showing you a good time?

Not bad.

Shona, come and have a look.

You may not remember.

That's one grave I was proud to dig.

Your father.

Flew him back special.

He was to be next to our parents.

I've got a plot here, you know?

Yeah?

Yeah.

I got it when they buried Charlie.

My grandparents are around here somewhere.

They used to live here when this place was a village.

Jesus.

They must be turning in their graves.

Yeah.

Ah, Phil, don't.

Why not?

I don't know.

Just I don't like it.

How come your mothers not buried in Stevenage?

Well she died in London, which is where

she was originally from.

Why, what happened to her?

My mother said it was really sudden.

No, she was ill for quite awhile.

Do you ever go and visit her grave?

Stop here, this is the one.

(laughs)

So come on, tell me about all this traveling you've done,

where have you been?

Lots of places.

I've been to France, Spain, Italy.

Most of Europe.

Morocco.

I've traveled all over the place.

You did this all on your own?

Yeah, you meet up with people.

Like hitch around, you know, then move on.

Glad I didn't go to India on me own though.

It can get a bit hairy out there.

I'm jealous.

I've done nothing but education.

All I've ever done is sit at a school desk, right,

scribble on pieces of paper.

I've got more to come as well, more paper.

You don't need bits of paper, boy.

All you have to do is go out and be yourself.

Its brilliant.

I don't know.

I think I'll go to Africa next.

Africa?

Would you come with me?

Yeah.

Course you can.

There's no ball and chain on you is there?

No.

What is that there?

I'm after telling you 10 times

not to take any photos.

Please, please.

They're good for looking back on, honestly.

What do you want to look back for?

I have to go to the toilet.

Come with me.

Sit down, boy.

(sighing)

(laughs)

That's it, lift it back up.

Lift your leg off the clutch, that's it.

This is off the clutch now.

Yes, but not so fast.

Yeah but straighten up the car.

Look, I've turned it.

(shouts) (laughing)

Stop the car.

I've got it, I've got it.

Well done, that's it.

I've got it!

So what's so great about this fella Ted, then?

He's my best mate.

He's my best mate and he happens to be Jesus.

(laughs)

no, you'd love him.

He's great but you must never met.

You will never met.

He'll fancy you, he'll fancy you.

You must never met.

So?

Well, you might fancy him, you know what I mean?

He's good look, well he's sort of good looKing.

You know, he's tall, he's got one eye.

(laughs)

what's, what's that meant to mean, that face there?

He's got one eye,

he's got no legs and he's french.

- Just your type. - Just my type.

Yeah.

(laughs)

We used to do this great thing called Boston Kickout.

We used to run through the gardens,

we used to smash in on doors,

kicking the garden fences down.

That's when I first got here, first time I met him.

- Brilliant. - You don't still do that,

do you?

No, no, I've grown up now.

I'm a big boy.

Do you want a piece of apple?

Yeah, I'm suddenly very hungry.

(soft upbeat instrumental music)

(snoring)

(soft rock in background)

Me and Sue have made up.

That's good.

Yeah, she's all right.

I still think they're making a mistake though.

You never know, could be true love.

Yeah, sure.

(soft rock in background)

Your mate Steve seems to be having a great time.

I don't care what you think

Listen, I was thinking maybe we could go away

for a couple of days.

Look, there's something I've been meaning to tell you.

What?

I have to be going soon.

Me moneys nearly gone.

I can lend you money.

No, I don't want it.

I can lend you money

No!

(soft rock)

I don't need anything from you

So um.

How much longer do you can stay for?

I don't know, a couple more days.

What?

(glass shatters)

- (upbeat rock music) - (clattering)

Steve.

What's wrong?

Ted.

What?

Its Ted.

Steve.

What's going on?

Steve?

Steve.

What's wrong?

What are we gonna do?

Blow it off the hinges, boy.

What?

Kick it in.

My mum will kill me.

For fucks sake, Matt.

Steve!

(upbeat rock music)

Steve!

So what's wrong with him then?

I don't know.

His mum won't tell me anything and Rob just says he's nuts.

Very useful.

I'll be back in a minute, all right?

Steve.

You gave us a bit of a fright last night.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

Wait here a minute.

What's this for?

Its a present.

Steve, I can't take this.

Thanks.

Thanks very much.

Steve, wait a minute.

Steve.

(burps)

(laughing)

Oh you nut.

(laughs)

Tomorrow when you leave

I'm gonna feel really alone.

I always feel alone.

In my mind.

Why?

Everyone does.

Everyone?

That's not true.

Course it is.

Just some people never realize it.

So they end up searching their lives for nothing.

Take Matt and Sue.

What do you think they're gonna find?

Do you think a bit of paper or even a baby's

gonna make them feel any closer?

We're on our own, the way it is.

The sooner you start to realize it, the better

cause otherwise you're just gonna end up hurting yourself

for no reason.

You.

Are just a pessimist.

Its just you're an optimist

that can't accept the facts, that's all.

It doesn't make me sad.

I just accept that we're on our own and I get on with it.

So what are we optimists supposed to do then?

Just give up?

Don't think you're the giving up type.

I'm still gonna miss you, though.

I will, too.

But you just said.

I know what I said.

I know what I said.

Can I ask you something?

When your father died, was it really frightening?

No.

Not really.

It was peaceful.

I was holding his hand when he died.

Just seemed like it wasn't him anymore.

I remember thinking there's nothing to be afraid of.

You know all that stuff I told you about my mother?

About her being ill and passing away?

I lied.

She hung herself.

I guess she just wasn't very happy.

Are you awake?

I wish I could go with you.

We could always write.

Yeah.

(somber tense rock music)

Rob, is that Rob?

His, its Phil.

Listen, have you got any of that stuff?

I want to get off my face.

(reverberating tense bass line)

Right, its set for the 29th.

That's bullshit.

You've been talking about this job for ages.

I'm telling you, its definitely on.

Now all I want to know

is are you in or not?

How many times have I got to tell ya?

I said I will think about it.

You've had plenty of time to think about it.

Look, Phil.

If you don't want to earn a little bit

of extra pocket money, you know,

give the old grant a bit of a boost,

then just say and stop pissing me about.

Cause you know there's plenty of others

who'd appreciate a tasty gig like this.

Yeah, yeah I'm sure there are.

What's all this about?

Oi, Steve.

What in the fuck are you doing?

Its too loud.

What are you on about?

Just leave it alone.

No, its too loud, Rob, turn it down, please.

Is that better?

What you need, lad, is to fucking cheer up a bit.

So what do you think?

What?

Oh for fucks sakes stop hassling me.

I said I will think about it.

Look, Phil.

If you aint got the bottle then just say.

Oh don't talk to me about bottle.

You're all talk, Rob.

You're all talk and no fucking action.

You reckon?

No I don't reckon.

I know.

Back in a mo.

(energetic punk rock)

Hey, hey.

(man grunting)

Hey.

(groaning)

You were saying?

You mad bastard.

You fucking mad bastard.

[Announcer] Over to you, mister starter.

12 laps, race 10, bangers.

(engines roaring)

(screaming)

(cheering)

Come on you fucking wankers!

(cheering)

get out the fucking way!

(engines roaring)

(shouts)

(screams)

You fucking twat!

Get out my way.

Steve, oi!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, Steve.

Its all right, he's with me.

Get down.

Steve, Steve, Steve.

Steve, Steve, Steve.

Steve.

Come on, come on.

How's all the planning going then?

You know, I'm not really very involved.

I just turn up and do a bit of nodding.

Its more Sue and her mum's show.

Yeah well, bride's day out and all that.

Yeah.

Hello, Phil.

Matthew.

- Hiya. - Hi.

Have you just been to see Steven?

And?

Well its rather difficult to say really, isn't it?

The doctor thinks it might be some kind of breakdown.

I myself can't help feeling that what's really needed

is a firm hand.

Oh really?

Rather than all this psychological business.

So what are they advising?

They've put him medication.

They think it might be a good idea to keep him in

for a couple of days observation.

Well we just be making a move.

I'll see you two around no doubt.

Very fucking sensitive.

Yeah.

(coughing)

all right, Steve.

Hiya.

All right Stevie boy?

What's all this?

Its my medicine.

Is it working?

Do you want some?

No, thanks.

So how you feeling?

Yeah, yeah I feel good.

They've put me on these drugs and I feel good, actually.

You should try some, its nice.

Some other time.

Listen, do you need anything?

Uh magazines?

Lucozadel?

(banging)

Where is he?

All right, bruv.

All right, Matt.

Phil.

All right, Stevie?

All right, boys.

All right, mate.

You're looking fucked.

What do you reckon to the leg then?

Smart innit?

I only need a parrot.

I'll be Long John fucking Silver.

(laughs)

Listen, Stevie, me and Matt are gonna have

a talk to the doctors again.

We'll see you later.

Yeah.

No worries, all right.

All right.

Oi, Phil.

Phil, Phil.

Me and Brad are gonna be in the club tonight,

you know the one.

Be there.

(energetic punk rock)

(laughing)

Steve, what the fuck are you doing here?

I brought him.

He's only voluntary, aint you Stevie?

What did you want to see me about?

Shut the fuck up!

I want to hear the band.

She's a wave

She's a wave

Nice one, lads.

Go on, Brad!

All right, Rob.

All right.

They're great, aren't they?

Best fucking band ever.

I'm Mick, Mickey.

The manager.

Oh right, great, thanks.

This is it, right.

All that's gotta happen now

is the right man hears this at the right time

and bingo, its ready city.

Just the man we needed to see.

Let me get you a drink, then.

No, thanks.

I'm not thirsty.

Right.

Well the score this.

Remember the job we told you about?

The bookies.

Well its on and we want to know if we can count you in.

No.

Come on, man.

We need you.

What him and his leg all bust up.

He aint gonna be good for nothing but driving a car, is?

How are you gonna drive like that?

I don't know, get an automatic.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, Rob what are you doing?

It won't hurt.

Steve.

Come on.

I'm taking you back.

Here, take this.

You two are a couple of fucking assholes.

I'm an asshole?

You're calling me an asshole?

Fuck that!

Its you, its you.

You're the fucking asshole who's turning his back

on five grand.

You're the fucking asshole who's letting his mates down.

What's wrong, Phil?

You gone soft or something?

Hey, why don't we just calm down a bit?

(shouts)

Dad?

Dad?

Dad!

Dad!

(low somber music)

No!

No, no!

Dad, no!

Don't worry.

I think you caught him just in time.

If he really wanted to die,

he could have made a much better job of it.

(soft instrumental rock)

(energetic soft rock)

(soft folk rock)

Hi, is Shona there, please?

Wait there.

I'll just get her.

There's some Englishman at the door for you.

An Englishman?

Yeah, sounds like a Londoner.

Jesus.

What are you doing here?

I had to see you.

They're lovely.

Thanks.

Wait here a sec.

I've got to get me coat.

Come on, let's walk.

Phil, don't take this the wrong way

but you know you shouldn't of come.

I missed you.

Oh god.

Look, this is a really bad time.

I can't handle all this at the moment.

I've got to get back.

Where are you staying?

The O'Connell.

Yeah I know it.

I'll call you later, yeah?

(upbeat Irish folk music)

So, what do you do then?

Well nothing at the moment

but I'm thinking of going to university.

University?

Very good, very good.

What are you going to study?

I'm not sure.

I was thinking geology or something like that.

Good, good.

(upbeat Irish folk)

You've changed, you know.

I didn't recognize you earlier.

I was just saying to Shona.

He's changed, hasn't he?

Yeah.

You all right?

Yeah.

So what do you think of Ireland then?

Ireland's very nice, very green.

Hertfordshire's green, sort of a muddy brown

but here its luminescent.

The people are really nice as well.

This guy stopped to offer me a lift

and I wasn't even hitchhiking.

Don't you worry.

We have our bastards, too.

(applause)

Do you want to dance?

No, thanks.

Go on, girl.

Give your cousin a dance.

(upbeat Irish folk music)

What, what is wrong with you?

Look, there's a few things I didn't tell you.

You've got a baby, haven't you?

Its all right, you don't need to be a genius to get it.

So how old is it?

He, she.

He's two.

Look, I'm not being funny.

I just wish you didn't come.

Why?

What about all that happened in Stevenage?

I was on holiday, it was different.

What about in the hotel?

Don't make a bigger deal of it than it is.

Don't make a bigger deal of it than it is?

It was you who sent the poems.

Poems, what poems?

The poems you sent my dad.

Cause I thought he'd appreciate them, that's why.

Oh yeah, he did.

You can't tell me that we don't mean anything.

We?

What we are you on about?

There is no we.

You're you and I'm me and that's it.

That is not it!

Stop doing this to yourself.

Me, me?

Its you who's treating me like shit!

For fucks sake are you stupid or something?

Do I have to spell it out for you?

I was on holiday.

I wanted to have a good time.

I like traveling about.

I like being fucked, okay, that's it.

Shona, Shona!

I think you should let the lady go.

What?

I said leave her alone.

(upbeat Irish folk)

(glass shatters)

(soft reflective instrumental rock)

You're back then?

Looks like it.

Where did you go?

Away.

Find what you were looking for?

Maybe.

Did you bring any whisky back?

Funnily enough, no.

I um, thought I lost ya.

You were the one trying to do the leaving.

I know, I'm sorry.

You and mum both.

I know, I know.

Don't fucking say you know.

You've got no fucking idea.

I don't even know where my own mothers buried.

No one had the decency to tell me.

It was all poor Ray this, poor Ray that.

What about me, huh?

What about my loss?

You know I was trying--

How many times I have heard her name

mentioned in this house?

How many, huh?

You gave me nothing.

Nothing.

No memories.

Nothing.

I was trying to protect ya.

You call this protecting me?

Huh, do ya?

At least when she did something,

she had the fucking courage to do it properly.

You're a coward!

I should of just left ya.

Why didn't ya?

What?

Because you couldn't.

You're like me.

You haven't got the courage.

Don't you fucking say I'm like you!

I'm nothing like you.

I'm nothing like you.

I've got more fucking guts, I've got more courage

than you'll ever have!

(sobbing)

(somber reflective music)

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

(sobbing)

Matt, smile.

No, no, you got yellow teeth.

Can you just move in at the end?

In the back, that's it.

Yeah that's perfect, all right.

All right, Sue, make him smile, come on.

All right.

Matt, look at the camera.

- What is he (mumbles). - Hurry up.

Ready, smile now.

All right.

Is that it?

- That's it. - Great.

Matt.

Where's Steve?

I don't know.

He must of gone straight to the reception.

Okay, let's synchronize.

What time have you got now?

3:58.

Right, 3:58.

You're getting there about, I don't know, 4:04, yeah?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'll give you about three minutes,

fucking three minutes tops

and I'm not fucking about

and then we're out there, all right?

All right.

Okay, so you know what you're doing then, Steve?

Steve, Steve.

Steve.

Steve!

Oh Jesus fucking Christ!

(applause)

(laughs)

(soft jazzy music)

Sorry.

That's okay.

I've got a confession to make to you, Steph.

You know when we were at school.

I bought you a Valentine's card every year

from the third year onwards and I never gave em to you.

And I used to walk past your house every night

just in case I bumped into you.

Why didn't you say something?

I was gonna once.

I even had a little speech prepared.

I've just got to pop to the loo,

I'll be back in a minute.

Can I come?

Doesn't matter.

The feelings gone, anyway.

All right, just fucking relax.

Don't forget the bag, don't forget the bag.

- Get your fucking hat on. - I'm ready!

Let's go!

Fucking do it!

Matt.

What's the date today?

You having me on?

What date is it?

Its the 29th, of course.

Get in here.

Right everyone, stay back.

Stay back.

Right, you!

Put the money on the counter.

Go, Steve.

Put the money on the counter now.

Come on, go.

Go, do it.

Fucking Jesus Christ.

Hold this.

Come on!

Put the money in the bag!

(tense soft rock music)

More!

More!

Give me all of your money now.

Excuse me sir, you can't park...

Its you.

What the fuck are you doing here?

Where'd you get this pile of shit, nick it?

(siren blares)

Bastard!

Sierra Oscar 165, I'm outside the Alpha-BET bookmakers

Broadwater and Crescent.

I need urgent assistance.

(tense rock music)

(grunting)

Stay still or I'll break your arm.

(grunting)

(low tense music)

Stay back, stay back.

Come on.

Don't be stupid.

Give me the gun.

I'm sorry, dad.

Steven.

I'm so sorry.

(shouting)

Steve, no!

(laughs)

It fake.

(cries)

Do you think I'll get sent down?

No.

No.

First offense, extraneous circumstances.

You'll be all right.

My dad reckons cause I'm crazy

I should be okay.

Do you know he wouldn't pay Rob's bail?

You're not crazy.

All right, Steve.

You're not crazy.

Just.

Just a bit mixed up.

[TV] Amid the chaos of street clashes.

(gunfire on television)

I've got things sussed now, Phil.

Everything's gonna be all right.

You know why?

Space.

I'm gonna be an astronaut.

A spaceman.

(gunfire on television)

There are scenes of extraordinary drama here.

What about you, what are you gonna do?

Um, that's what I came to talk to you about.

I'm going away.

Yeah?

Yeah.

I managed to get on a photography course

up in Scotland.

Scotland?

Yeah.

It was the only one that would take me at short notice.

It will mean a lot of catching up.

Well I'm pleased.

That's good, that's good.

(gunfire on TV)

don't worry about me, Phil.

I'll be all right.

Yeah.

Well.

Listen, I've got something for you.

Yeah?

I got something for you.

Ready?

(laughs)

All right, Steve.

I don't think I'm gonna be allowed this

what with my medication.

Look at it.

They expected the people to leave.

You know, the square, but they didn't and people stayed...

Phil.

Phil, look its Ted.

Ah, Steve.

No, no Phil.

Look, its Ted.

Tried attacking some, some police,

some police and also some Army guys

because the Army were drafted in and uh.

It is Ted.

Its Ted.

Got a bit hot headed and a few stray shots

went off and I didn't see what exactly happened.

Yes!

I know that one person was killed.

One person was shot.

Yes, yes!

(upbeat lighthearted rock)

Well?

All right, I think he's gonna be all right.

Good, what about you then?

Ready for the off?

Yeah.

Dad?

Yeah?

Give us a go.

All the way to Scotland?

Nah just as far as the motorway.

Go on, go on.

All right, then.

Thanks.

I haven't seen your face around

Since I was a kid

You're bringing back those memories

Of the things that we did

And hanging round

And climbing trees

Pretending to fly

To want to be a spaceman

And live in the sky

(soft lighthearted rock)

You got how many bills to pay

And how many kids

And you forgot

About the things that we did

The town where we're living

Has made you a man

And all of your dreams

Are washed away in the sand

Well its all right

Its alright

For you or me to say

What's wrong or what's right

Cause you still feel like me

Well sit down here and we shall see

We shall see

We can talk and find common ground

Or we could just forget about feeling down

And we can just forget about life in this town

Its funny how your dreams change

As you're growing old

You don't want to be no spaceman

You just want the gold

All the dream stealers are lying in wake

But if you want to be a spaceman

Its still not too late

Well its all right

And its all right

Who are you or me to say

What's wrong and what's right

Do you still feel like me

Sit down here and we shall see

We can talk about common ground

Or we can just forget about feeling down

We can just forget about life in this town