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Every morning...

I wake up...

and I count the bricks on the wall.

I do it because, to me, it's important.

If I don't, I think something terrible'll happen.

Like... I'll die, or my mum'll die.

And I know it's not true.

Fucking hell, 'course it's not true. It can't be.

But at the same time, I can't ignore it.

I'm controlled by it.

And it's very fucking convincing.

Putting me tongue on the middle brick for ten seconds finishes the job.

Seals the deal.

I won't die.

I'll live today.

And today is the 153rd and last day I'll do it.

Wait there.

There's your £76 discharge grant.

Here are your belongings.

And could you sign here, to say that you've got everything?

Once you've signed that, get changed in the cubicle.

£19.60 for that.

Thanks.

- There you go. - Nice one, mate.

- Have a nice day, now. See ya. - And you, mate, same.

Thank you.

Max!

Max!

I'm talking to you, don't ignore me!

Your face is a mess, it's dirty. Come here now.

Your face is dirty, I need to wipe it.

- No! - Do you want me to take your car off you?

Well, get here now, then.

People normally inject in the groin because their veins have collapsed.

You see, I do it to hide the marks.

Like, if people see marks, they get suspicions.

They tell someone. Someone comes, and they try to help you.

Just makes sense to stay clear of all that.

- Hi, can I help? - Danny Prentice.

- Got told to see Karen. - Push the door.

How many programmes you got running?

Quite a few.

- Tried shutting a few down? - That'd help.

Can you sign in for me, please, Danny?

- What time is it? - Ten to 12:00.

If you take a seat, Karen'll be with you in a minute.

Change the channel.

Jay, fucking change it. I know you can hear me.

Hi, Danny, I'm Karen.

- How are you doing? - I'm all right, yeah.

- Do you wanna come through? - Change it!

- Sorry, just hang on there a sec. - Change it! Change it!

- Change it! Cha... - Rob... Rob...

Enough.

He's a stubborn bastard.

We're watching Bargain Hunt, and he's turned it over.

- You what? - Haven't even got to the auction yet.

I wanna see how much money they make. It's bang out of order, that, cunt!

- Hey, Rob, enough. - Hey, Karen. Karen.

- That's assault, that is. - Jay, just change it back, will you?

- Sorry, Danny. - What you on about, you? "Assault"?

ABH, lad. Proper serious stuff, that is.

Do you wanna come through?

- Do you mind if I roll a cig? - No, there's no smoking in the house.

So, you can smoke in the garden or out the front,

but not in the house, okay?

I think it's good the way you've handle this, you know.

I mean, sorting out your accommodation whilst you're in prison's,

like, a really good thing.

You've been organised, and you've done well there.

- They helped me do it in there, so... - Hey, not everyone does it.

So, you'll be here on a trial period to begin with,

and we try and make sure that this place fits for you,

and you fit with the other lads that live here, all right?

So everybody's comfortable. That make sense?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

I mean, a lot of lads have used this house as a stepping stone

to getting their own Council flat.

But while you're here, we concentrate on following the rules, yeah?

The house has to stay safe. We don't want you using drugs.

No drinking, no wild parties,

no inviting people over to stay overnight who don't live here, all right?

I know we all need certain things,

but we have to think about what is right for the house.

So, no girls can stay over. Or boys, or whatever.

No!

We're here in the house to help you until 5pm,

and then me and the staff leave, and the house is yours to look after.

We expect the house to stay in one piece.

The staff here are great. They'll help you achieve your goals.

Things just come into my head.

Like, horrible thoughts.

See, I've got these ideas that...

they make me feel fucked-up for even thinking them.

They've done that since I was a kid.

And... it's just got worse.

I'm aware of your mental health issues,

and I know you had a few sessions whilst you were in prison.

I think it's important that you continue having therapy

now that you're out of prison.

The aim is to help you rebuild.

So, if you think that you're gonna start using drugs

or stealing again, you have got to talk to me.

Do you know what I'm talking about?

- Okay. - Yeah, no problem. I get it. Thank you.

Okay, I'll show you around.

I'll introduce you to the lads.

So, there's seven of you living in the house at the moment.

A couple of lads, they're out. Everyone, just give me a few minutes, please.

This is Danny. He's gonna be moving into the house.

So, you've got Jay, Rob, Gavin and Aiden.

And then you've also got Ryan and Jeff. They're both out.

The lads will tell you it's a nice place to live, won't you?

- Five-star facilities here, mate. - Breakfast in bed, is it?

Karen, you got these all over the place?

- What? - Cameras.

- On you like a rash in here. - Rob. Don't listen to him.

He's only winding you up.

They're in the living room and the office.

- They're not in your rooms. - They're everywhere, mate.

In the bogs and everything. Karen watches 'em personally.

She goes through the tapes, she files 'em.

- Rob, wind your neck in. - Just don't like being filmed.

Fucking Beyoncé over here.

Come on, I'll show you to your room.

Now you've got the keys, you won't need to sign in any more, all right?

There you go.

If you need anything, just ask the staff downstairs.

- Hello, Son. - Hello!

Come in.

- Hiya. - Hiya. You all right?

- Oh, I've missed you. - I've missed you, too, Mum.

Come in, then.

Doing all right?

- Me? Yeah, Mum, I... - Good, good.

I put some clothes and stuff in a bag for you.

There's not much.

- We'll have to get you more bits. - You shouldn't have done that.

Well, you'll need things, won't you?

- I mean, that's not enough, is it? - It'll be all right.

- Are you hungry? - Um, yeah, very.

Come on, then. Let's go and get some food down ya.

- Let's do it. - Look who's here!

You want some gravy, love?

- Oh, nah, I'm all right. - I'll have a bit.

Ta.

So, what's this place like, then? Are they looking after you?

Mm-hm.

Will you have to cook for yourself?

It's just a house, Mum So, yeah, you do everything.

- Will you have to cook, though? - Yeah.

- Yeah, I'll cook. - What will you cook?

- Egg and chips. - Egg and chips?

- Well, can you do that? - Fucking Jesus, Mum, yeah.

Mum, what are you on about?

Are you doing some kind of special interview with him?

Eh!

Be quiet, you, and don't be so bloody cheeky.

So, Danny, where is it, then?

- This place you're stopping. - The gaff?

It's not far. I'd say it's about a 20-minute walk.

Not bad. Well...

if you don't want eggs and chips, you know you can come here, don't ya?

Nice one, John. Appreciate it, thank you.

Just really glad you're doing well. We all are.

You've got some skills there.

I mean, why eat it? What's the point?

- At least put the carrots in order. - Oi! Get off me plate, don't touch it.

- I mean, the big one's... - I said, don't touch it.

- I've told you to never do... - Yeah, but it's not a perfect circle,

- and now it's annoying me. - You've got gravy on me hand, man.

- Can we just eat the food? - He's the one not eating.

I, eh... bumped into Cooky.

- Uh, Cooky? - With the pallets.

Yeah. Yeah, vaguely, yeah.

- Bumped into him. - Right.

Said he might have a bit of graft for ya.

Mm!

Only if you want it.

What the fuck?!

Are you fucking tapped?!

What have you done that for?!

You need fucking help!

Can't promise, but I'll ask.

Right, eh... Yeah, sound. Nice one.

- Yeah? - Yeah, man, yeah.

I've took heroin to control my thoughts for years now.

Before that, it was booze.

Heroin, it's a little medicine...

which gives me relief from meself.

Without the heroin, I can't stay sane.

You've got to be controlled

to stay in society with a habit.

People do it.

You just need the right set-up.

I feel a difference in me, you know? I just feel different to other addicts.

I mean, yeah, I'm the same in the fact that we all want comfort,

we all want escape...

we all want fucking love.

I don't think their heads are like mine.

I guess I'm doing it to be normal.

Danny?

Danny?

Da...

- Just leave it... - He's doing fucking gear!

He's doing gear in my house! I want him out my fucking house!

Danny, open this fucking door!

- Tell him to open the door. - Just...

- Tell him to open the fucking door. - Just leave it, will you?

Get him out.

I'm gonna fucking strangle you, mister, when you get out of here!

John, man, what are you fucking talking about?

I'm talking 'bout you doing gear in my fucking house!

No, I'm not, man. I can prove it to ya.

- Open the door, then. - Give me half a second.

You're not helping, are ya?

Fucking prove it! Fucking prove it!

You're doing gear in my house!

- I'm not... - You're doing gear in my fucking house!

Get out my fucking house!

I've brought you up from being a lad, and you're doing gear in my house?!

Just leave him!

Don't fucking touch me. Mum, you're with a cunt!

- Get off him! - Fucking brought you up!

Oh, Mum...

Has he hurt you, sweetheart? Eh?

What am I supposed to do, eh? I don't know what to do.

- What am I supposed to do? - I don't know!

I can't fucking help it.

I'm sorry, I just can't...

Your bag.

I'm sorry, Emma.

I'll see you soon, Sonny.

Yes, mate. You all right? It's Danny.

Yeah, yeah, I'm all right, I'm all right.

I'm just seeing if you're about for one.

Off the phone, you twat!

Yeah, yeah, I know it, I know it.

About a half-hour?

Yeah, all right, sound. Yeah, I'll be there.

All right. Safe, safe, safe.

- You after some business? - Nah, I'm all right.

Oi!

Don't you remember me?

I know you.

- Do ya? - Yeah, I do.

Laura.

- Yeah. - Fucking hell!

Come on, man, look at me.

Apart from this fluff here, I ain't changed that much.

Do you not remember me? I used to touch shit at school.

Used to touch chairs and shit like that, eh?

- Danny. - Yes, man!

- No way! - Shit!

- You weirdo. How are ya? - Fucking hell, man.

Yeah, I'm... I'm okay, yeah.

Are you looking at my stomach?

- What? Nah... - I'm not getting fat or anything.

- I'm having a baby. - Right.

Should get one of them T-shirts, shouldn't I?

- "I'm not fat..." - Oh, nah, man, you can't tell.

- Fuck off. Yes, you can. - Nah, you fucking can't.

- Danny! - You...

All right, maybe you can a fucking little bit, but...

Nah, you look good. You look really good.

- Is it a boy or a girl? - Oh, I dunno yet.

I want a little boy just 'cause I've got a girl,

- but, you know, whatever. - Yeah.

What you down here for, then? Bit of action?

Eh, nah, nah...

I'm looking to score, to be honest.

Um, yeah, dealer said meet him here in a sec, so...

I can't believe it's you, man.

This is fucking mad, do you not think?

Can I just...? Yeah, you're real. Fuck me!

You're still strange, you, you know.

Your sex drive should normally disappear on heroin.

Everyone tells you that. That's what they say.

But the thing is, yeah, I still want it.

It's never left me.

Guess I'm lucky in that way.

Fucking freak of nature, maybe.

Or whatever you wanna call it.

I still get hard-ons. I can still have a wank.

It's fucking mad!

- Apart from the big pot belly... - In fact, here's the little perv now.

One sec, yeah? I'll be back in a sec, all right?

- I'm sure. - You... What...?

I'll be back in a sec. Stay there, yeah? Stay there.

- What's happening? - All right, mate, yeah.

- Just had a go of that, yeah? - Eh?

- Oh. Nah, nah, mate. - You gonna?

- Nah, it's not about that, mate. - Fucking hell, man.

Missed your fucking chance there, mate. She's getting off.

- Nice one for that, man. - Yeah? Yeah, nice one.

- I'll catch you soon, anyways, man. - See you later.

Are they glued on?

They are ridiculous, mate.

They belong to a fucking giant.

Get the fucking toe on that!

Looks like a fucking finger!

Mate, I think a bit of fucking sick's just come in me mouth.

Innit?

- Can I sniff it? - I dare ya.

Hey, Danny. Danny, come here, lad.

Come here for a second. Get on this.

What do you reckon, right?Guinness Book of Records - those feet.

- They want fucking measuring, don't they? - They are a bit on the large side, them?

What size are they?

- Fourteen. - Fourteen?!

Fuck off, Jurassic Park! They're like fucking dinosaurs!

- That big toe is fucking mental! - See how mental it is

- when it hits you on the head. - Is it? What are you doing?

- It's hot. - Well, yeah, it's me tea.

Well, I didn't...

What?

Well, I didn't fucking drink it, did I?

- What's the matter with ya? - What's the matter with you?

- Why are you getting so fucking upset? - I'm not.

You are!

- It's all right, Danny. - Have a nice day, mate.

Danny!

Danny!

Danny, stay away from that fucking crack pipe.

Innit? Innit?

Come on in.

Um, sorry to keep you waiting. Do you wanna take a seat?

There seems to be a bit of a theme at the moment. Busy.

Um...

I'm Janet, and I'll...

When you're here, you can talk about anything.

I've looked through your records, so I've kinda got an idea,

but it would be more useful to hear from you.

How's it been going in your new place? Are you settling in?

It's better than the last place.

So, what I can gather is,

you're open to staying off drugs and you want help with your OCD.

Not sure you're going to be able to change much.

Are you saying I'm not good enough?

How've you been feeling at the moment?

Are you still using drugs?

- Are you gonna tell anyone? - I won't do that.

I'm guessing that you're still using.

Small amounts.

Little bits. To stop me going nuts.

Why small amounts?

I supposed the tiny doses just sort me head out.

Or it keeps me OCD in check.

It's a treatment.

Y-Yeah.

Well, I reckon most doctors wouldn't medicate heroin.

I want you to get on the methadone program me.

Get off heroin.

I can speak to your GP about it. We'll set it up.

I worked with a girl with Tourette's once,

and she used to booze to stop her tics and twitches.

So, she'd drink, and her tics would mellow.

But she got into drinking more and more.

And after five-day benders, she'd wake up covered in sick or blood,

often in a place she didn't remember going to,

waking up next to someone she had no recollection of meeting.

She was using alcohol to cope. It's tough to keep that up.

It's tough doing anything when you've got

loads of fucking mental thoughts running through your head,

and you can't stop touching shit.

Can you tell me about some of the compulsions?

Yeah. Um...

I dunno, like. They change all the time, really. Um...

At the moment, I sort of like to touch things.

Objects or people.

Um... I've got a pen...

I click at the moment.

Keep me having a good day.

I sort of, like, fight the urge to put things in me mouth and swallow 'em.

Fuck knows.

Those are fucking... But this is just some stuff, really.

Um, I find it quite difficult to explain everything.

What do you mean?

Well...

- It's okay. - Yeah.

Um...

Like, I get really disgusting thoughts as well.

Like what?

I hate thinking about this.

Go on.

Like, I worry if there's a hammer in a room...

I'm gonna pick it up...

and hit someone with it.

Or, like, if there's a knife sitting there,

I'll just pick it up and stab someone.

I worry that I'm gonna...

smash old people in the face when I see 'em.

Or just throw meself in front of a car.

Or kick a fucking dog to death.

Or, like, wank in public.

Or bite off me own tongue, eat a brick.

I dunno, glass people, or put me elbow through someone's skull.

Or just walk on the stumps of me legs, until orange shit just comes out.

I worry that I'll do any number of fucked-up things,

you know, like I'm just...

just a bad person, you know? Better off gone.

Some imaginative stuff, there.

I love the orange bit.

Cheers.

Listen, I don't think you're a bad person, or better off gone.

Everyone has a variety of strange thoughts running through their head every day.

It's normal. You said yourself you think they're disgusting things.

Look how anxious and agitated you are only talking about them.

So, if you wanted to punch people's heads in, then you'd be doing it.

There are plenty of violent people going around doing that already.

Even the thought of violence gives you a panic attack.

You're so worried about thinking terrible things

that you end up stressed-out.

The trick is that...

when these things pop into your mind,

to not give yourself a hard time, and to accept these thoughts will bounce around.

Nothing's happened. They're just a thought.

You've got an active mind.

You can use it. It's not a bad thing, Danny.

I want to change.

I'm tired of the routine,

tired of being powerless with no-one to talk to.

All the fucking systems I invent in me head, they lock me in.

I just spend time thinking and thinking, and it doesn't do anything.

I need something else.

Gotta make sure that's zipped-up. Catch yourself a fucking cold, there.

Fuck off, Danny!

What are you doing here again? Your dealer?

Nah. Wanted to see you.

Oi, what? What's that?

What, you've come down for a little natter, have ya?

I've been thinking about ya. Honestly, right.

I thought about how fantastic me and you have done

these past 12 years.

And I thought, "You know what? Fuck it."

"Gonna go and see my old school-mate, Laura."

- Why is it that you do that? - What, that?

- Yeah, your little... - Yeah, it's weird.

- Morse Code thing. - It's weird, innit? I dunno.

Had to touch all the fucking car wing mirrors on the way up an'all.

- Did ya? - Mm.

- Why? - I dunno, man.

Like, I think it's so it sort of goes well with you.

Don't give me that. I'll tell you what. What about this?

What about if I'm the one that's evolving,

and all humans'll have to catch up, be like me one day,

- and do all that to everyone. - Yeah, or maybe...

- you're fucking mental. - Maybe.

- Yeah. - Maybe that's the case.

- So, are you waiting on your dealer? - No.

- What? - Why are you here, then?

Like I just said, I've come to see you.

- Get lost, Danny! - Laura, listen, listen, listen.

Honestly, right? Cut the bullshit, right?

I'm getting off the gear, yeah?

And you're the only person that I've spoken to.

Apart from me counsellor.

- No, listen, listen, listen. - Lucky me.

Right, I'm doing it anyway, right? And I think you're nice.

So, I thought, if I come here...

come here, and I spent my money on you,

then I ain't gonna spend it on smack.

I'm your drugs program me, am I?

No, right. You're helping a member of the community.

I don't know if you're worth helping.

Really? Come on.

I was actually thinking, do you remember that time at school

when you and I kissed down near the canal?

- Yeah. - All I remember is that you were shaking

the entire time.

- I remember. I remember it well. - Yeah.

Me fucking hand was like that with me can.

Do you remember? Like a fucking alky.

I used to fancy you, you know. Big time.

- Did ya? - Mm.

What?

Just weird, innit?

- Seeing you again. - You're weird.

I'm weird, but you're fucking weird.

- I don't have to touch car wing mirrors. - That's very true.

Just another customer though, right?

- Mm. - Yeah?

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

35 quid.

35...

I've only got 30, you know.

I'm not even lying. Shit!

You come down here with your little speech prepared,

- and you've not even got the right money. - I'm so fucking sorry.

How about... Listen, Laura, I'll do an IOU, yeah? Listen.

- When's the baby's due? - Got another few months yet.

You looking forward to it?

Why do you still work?

I'm gonna stop soon.

- Glad I seen ya. - Yeah.

You're one of the nice ones.

I've gotta go. I need to go home.

Can I see you in the day?

Nah, listen, I've told you what it is.

Fucking hell.

Six... eight...

Stupid fucking...

Oi! Oi, Sarah, come on!

Oi!

Come on, stop pissing about.

Come on. Take the mick out of me.

Taking the piss. Behave!

- Ow! - Don't do that!

- Was there any need to do that? - Yeah, there was need.

- She was pecking me head. - You all right, babe?

- You don't need to hit her like that. - It's a little graze.

It just grazed off. Crocodile tears, that is.

Oi, dickhead.

Danny, get off him! Danny!

You okay, babe?

Come on. Stop getting me in trouble.

All you had to do was keep up.

- Dead simple, innit? - She didn't do nothing wrong.

Nope, you're still not playing.

Right, I'm gonna shoot with these. See you in a bit.

Mwah!

- See you in a bit. - Come on, you.

- Yes, lad, how you doing? - Yes, boys.

- You all right, mate? - Yeah, good. You?

How you doing, ladies? You good?

All right, Son.

- All right? - Good.

- New car? - Yeah, man, do you like it?

Could have cleaned it.

- It's a right filthy bitch, in't she? - In the back, let's roll.

- You getting the pints in, yeah? - I will do, yeah.

Laura?

- Hang on, don't go... - What you doing?!

No, no, just wait, wait, wait. Listen, you should be mad.

All right, I'm fucking stupid, I know.

- I'm just doing this, yeah... - How did you know I was here?

Laura, you're in me head. I can't get you out.

- But how did you know I was here? - I just wanted to see you again.

- How? - Well...

I followed ya.

You don't do that, Danny, that's fucking nuts!

Well, what am I supposed to do?

I couldn't get you out of me head. I couldn't just go home.

- What, you've been out all night? - Mm.

- No... - What?

What? What?

- No! - Just listen, listen, listen.

Listen, right? Okay, fine, fine. I'm sorry, yeah? Okay, but...

And I tell you what, he shouldn't hit the little one like that.

You think I'm mad? Yeah, I saw that. That's fucking mad.

Well, you shouldn't have followed me,

and you wouldn't have seen him do it, would ya?

Look, I don't give a fuck about customers, Danny.

Yeah, but I'm your mate, though. I'm not just a customer.

And, honestly, us meeting, I think it was meant to happen.

Seriously. Listen, man, I think you're brilliant, I do.

I do. I like ya.

- Is that okay? - No, I can't handle this, Danny.

- Come on, man, I wanna see you again. - Danny!

What? Come on. Come on.

- No! - What's up with ya?

- No! - Come on, what's up with ya?

Stop!

I've not having this. No, I'm not having it.

- What's up with ya? - Get off!

You're going on here. Get on here now! Get on here now!

- Danny! - Sit down, get on here!

You're fucking nuts, you.

I gotta go.

- What? - Don't follow me again, yeah?

Sarah, get off that!

Well...

Can I come see ya?

Eh?

- Can I? - We'll see.

What's the most important things to remember

before you go for an interview?

Any ideas?

I'll help you. It's cleanliness and presentation.

- That's you fucked. - Cleanliness and presentation.

- Simple, in't it? - It is.

And that's right.

You can't go into an interview

- if you're looking scruffy or smelly. - Oh, no.

I mean, a managing director is not gonna give you a job

if you go in and you've got mucky fingernails

and you haven't sprayed under your armpits with deodorant.

It's not funny. It might sound funny,

- but it's not fair on the interviewer. - No.

And it's not going to give you a fair chance.

- No. - Wear trousers,

wear a shirt, wear a tie. Even a jacket.

Shine your shoes, have a shower, brush your teeth, brush your hair.

- Be smart. - Mm-hm.

First impressions are key.

- Key. - That's right.

We need a volunteer for the next bit.

Anybody?

Come on, lads, we don't bite!

Yes, Gav!

Oh, well done! Well done.

Go on, Gav, lad!

Right, okay, so, um...

Let... Let's just imagine you're smartly dressed, right?

- What's your name, love? - Gavin.

Gavin. Okay, so, Gavin, you're dressed smart, yeah?

Right, now, what is the most important thing,

that first thing you do when you walk in that room to meet the employer?

What do you do?

Say, "When's payday, dickhead?"

Anybody else?

- Shake hands. - Yes! Exactly right. Shake hands.

Now, what is the most important thing about this handshake?

- Anyone? - Good handshake's a firm handshake.

Great answer! Yes, a firm handshake.

It has got to be firm. Can't go in there like a wet fish.

If you go in there like a wet fish, that says nothing about you.

You've got to show strength of character. That's what we're talking about now.

Right, Gavin, are we ready to give this a go?

- Yeah. - Yeah? Smashing. So, just...

No, it's fine. Just stand there for me, love.

That's great. Now, you're dressed smart.

Good lad.

Right, now, I'm your employer, and you're gonna come into me.

Come into me. Come on, come on.

- Hi. You must be Gavin. - Yes, I am. Pleased to meet you.

You see, now, that? That was great!

That was a good, firm handshake, that.

That that was great work. Well done. Thank you, Gavin.

- Yes! Masterclass! - Thank you, Gavin, thank you.

Right, now, we're going to do some group work.

You're going to practice what we've been doing here today.

Come on, come on.

- Think about your goals in life. - Come on.

- Just come forward. - Come on, lads.

You're our little star.

- You just wear your best jacket. - ..absolutely fine with that.

When you go for an interview,

make sure that you don't have

any shit on your face.

Always clean the shit off.

It doesn't leave a very good first...

Anyone?

Impression.

That's right!

Are they for real, these two, or what?

- Mate, it's like listening to your gran. - Yeah.

I quite fancy her in yellow, me. She's fucking tidy, look at her.

She knows what she's doing. Saucy!

- Yeah, she's a bit of a belter, in't she? - In't she? Fucking hell.

Off-the-shoulder, canary yellow.

- She's keen as well, man. - She is, man. You can tell.

Come down from the tree to Daddy.

I'm hoping her name's something like, um, Muriel.

- Muriel. - Do you know what I mean?

Or Doris. The name to guarantee a semi.

- Hundred percent. - Doris, fucking hell!

Look at Tony. Fucking look at him. What a dickhead.

'Cause he fucking wears shoes with jeans, the twat.

Here, she's coming over. She's coming over now.

- You're in, mate. - Nah, you're in.

Hello, you two. How are you doing?

Oh, mastered it. It's a massive help, cheers.

Thank you so much. Yeah.

I just feel like you're really giving us proper advice, you know.

I am actually, I was just saying to Danny,

starting to feel a bit better about meself.

- Mm. - Oh! That's lovely to hear.

Thank you so much. He was emotional.

- Yeah. Good pal, in't he? - Yeah, he's me mate.

- Yeah. - Me pal, yeah.

Do you want to take your hat off?

No.

- But it's very warm. - I know it's very warm,

but the hat stays on, I'm afraid. Sorry.

- Sure? - The hat stays on. Yeah, very sure.

Mate, honestly...

if I take this off, right, it'll send me fucking under.

Right you are, Danny. Important hat, that. Don't take any shit, right?

All right, everybody, if I could just have your attention for a minute, please.

We're all going to take a short break,

and we're going to enjoy some tea and cake!

So, if you want to come and help yourselves,

it's in the corner over there.

We've got doughnuts, we've got muffins.

Who's looking after your daughter? Dad?

She's with my mum.

What's her name again?

- Sarah. - Sarah.

Is that Sarah with a...

- S-A-R-A-H? - How else is it spelled?

Well, it's S-A-R-A.

That's "Sah-rah." She's not his.

That's why he's a bit funny with her.

Mind you, she's a bit funny with him an'all.

Where's her real dad?

Dunno where he is. Fucked off.

Wouldn't let him near Sarah, anyway.

My dad left me, you know.

I kinda remember him.

Remember that he liked throwing his weight around.

Found out that he died the other year, right?

- I'm sorry. - Nah, it don't matter.

Honestly, I don't even know if the guy had a funeral, do you know what I mean?

Fucking mental.

Sarah'll be okay.

You get on with it, don't ya?

What?

What?

- Fucking hell, are you all right? - Yeah.

Oi, look at me.

- Was that what I just said then? - No.

Yes, it... Fuck, come here. You all right? Hey.

What?

What you staring at?

Do you really wanna know?

Like, fucking really?

Yeah.

Right then, I thought I was gonna bite your lip off.

Like... Like, fucking, like, really...

really fucking hard, yer know?

Really hard, till me teeth just went right through.

Well, do it, then.

What?

Do it.

- Go on. - What do you mean, "do it"?

- Bite 'em off. - I'm not gonna fucking actually do it.

- Why not? - Why the fuck would I do it?

Go on, bite 'em and tear 'em.

Crunch 'em in your mouth, and pop 'em in your mouth.

- What you fucking on about, you? - Go on.

- What? - Do it!

You're fucking strange, you.

Come here.

Come on, then.

All right, babe?

Don't worry, mate, I'm her fella.

- What's wrong? - Yeah, nice to see you as well.

What's your name, mate?

What's your name?

- Hey, she's a good girl, in't she? - Gotta go. Bye.

- You all right or what? - Yeah, 'course I am.

Check your phone, there must be a million missed calls.

Yeah, 'cause I've just been with a customer,

and now you've just made him leave.

I don't care. When you get one missed call,

it means I want to speak to ya.

Did he wear a Johnnie?

- Did he wear a Johnnie? - Why have you come down?

Who are you talking to?

Look, you're too far gone for this, yeah? It'll have to stop soon.

- Okay. - Yeah?

Yeah.

Just get a bit more dough...

and then knock it the head.

You all right, Gav?

You want some?

It's a good one, that, mate. Good fucking move.

You what?

You know what.

I don't, mate.

That's my fucking butter. I paid for it.

Gav...

that's my butter, all right?

Oi, Gav, fucking watch it, yeah?! It's my fucking butter, all right?!

It's my fucking butter!

I went to the shop and bought it with my own fucking money,

you thieving little bastard, so I know it's mine!

- There's two butters. - Yeah.

That's what I'm saying, Gav. And that one's mine.

Yeah.

You fucking stupid...

daft, big fucking fuck.

Yesterday, I was worried that I was gonna rape Karen.

Like, I was freaking out that I might do it, you know?

- Could even be in the same room as her. - So, what happened?

Well, I just had to... had to get away.

Um, but I just couldn't get it out of me head.

And then, I was worried, for some reason, that I'd already done it.

- Did you feel anxious? - Yeah, 'course I did, man.

She's there, she's trying to, like...

Well, she's pulled me for a one-for-one...

and she's going through me job options and, you know,

futures, and stuff like that, and I just...

I couldn't even think properly.

Like, I was shaking, man. I just had to get away.

Right, well, this will feel odd, but I don't want you to avoid those situations.

I don't want you to hide from them.

The stress of trying to get away will make it worse.

We want this to be a breeze for you.

Yeah, I know.

And I have, you know, tried to do what you've told me to do.

You know, think of them as thoughts, you know.

It didn't work.

So, you spend all your time trying not to be in the same room as her?

Yeah.

Yeah, I know. Fucking nightmare.

Well, that's what I'm saying.

By putting all that effort into avoiding her, the fear builds up.

And when you do end up in the same room,

your adrenaline'll be so high, that it'll be even more scary for you.

You're in the situation that you've been dreading.

- I want you to change that cycle. - Yeah.

I'm just worried if I stay there, and she's there, she's looking at me,

she's just gonna see it written all over me face.

Inside, you're in turmoil, but outside, you probably look okay.

I've got an assignment for you that I'd like you to try, all right?

So, what I would like you to do, let's say three times a week,

to spend 20 minutes in a room with Karen.

And I want you to gauge your anxiety

during that time on a scale of one to ten.

Even write it down afterwards in a little notebook.

And then, I want you to report back to me,

and let's have a look at it and see how it's gone.

So, you want me...

to spend 20 minutes in a room with Karen...

three times a week...

and gauge my anxiety levels between one and ten...

after I've just told you that I was worried I was gonna rape her.

That's right. And I think you can do it.

All right.

What do you wanna be when you grow up, ay?

A hooker.

Yeah.

- Don't think you'll ever make it. - Ay!

If I work hard and practice, you know, get up early and that...

I reckon I could do it.

Mm. Maybe.

Maybe.

You know, I always wanted to be a singer in a band.

- Did ya? - Fucking mad, that, innit?

Imagine that. You know, like Radiohead or summat.

Can you sing?

- I... Yeah, I got a bit, I reckon. - Go on.

I always thought that the lyrics were more important than the voice, though,

'cause it is what you say that counts, innit?

Are you saying that 'cause you sound like shit?

Right, fucking hell, what do you want me to sing?

Don't know. Make it up, lyric boy.

♪ Laura... ♪

♪ I adore ya

♪ Bought you some wine

♪ But you're pregnant So, I'll fucking drink it for ya. ♪

- That were good, that. - Mm.

I never knew what I wanted to be, you know.

I knew I didn't wanna be fucking here, though.

I'd tell myself I was leaving. I'd say it over and over again in my head, but...

Why? Why didn't ya... just leave?

Dunno.

Does, um...

your mum know... what you do?

I think she just blocks it out.

It was better when I worked in a parlour, 'cause it was warm, but...

- then Warren fucked that up for me. - Warren fucked it up?

- Why? What'd he do? - He's just greedy and kicked off.

Agh!

What? What's up?

The baby's just kicked me bare, you know.

What? Fucking hell, Laura, don't do this. What's up with ya?

- You all right? - Have a feel.

Wha...

- I'm not feeling anything... - Wait.

Oh, fuck me! Yeah, shit!

Oh, my fucking... Let me feel that again.

Fucking hell, it's like Alien, that.

- Ah, it was bad, you know. - What?

- Yeah, that hurt. - What, worse than usual?

Is it meant to do that or not?

- Argh! - Oh, fucking hell, man!

Fuck's sake, you fucking...

Ah, the laughing hurt then.

I like you, you know.

Yeah, I know.

What about you?

Yeah, I like you, too.

Jesus, you're like a little fucking girl or something.

Would you ever leave him?

Eh?

All right, all right, fucking hell. You know what?

Should actually probably lay off this.

Yeah, I'm gonna stop soon.

I wanna stop working as well. You probably won't see me.

What?

- W-When? - I dunno yet.

W-Well, it's my birthday tomorrow.

And...

I kinda wanted to see you. Are you working tomorrow?

It's not your birthday tomorrow, it's your birthday right now.

Happy birthday.

Five pound. I'm joking!

Wah!

He's a dickhead. He's a prick. I'm gonna bang him out.

- I'm gonna fuck him up. - You wanna take that down.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-hoo! Yes! Now we're talking!

That looks fucking real. It looks legit, that.

Well, let's see if it is fucking real.

- Gav! - Rob...

- What the fuck is that?! - Fucking idiot.

- Fuck off. - Get your fucking shoes off.

Mate! Rob, mate, no! Rob, what the fuck are you doing?

- Rob, mate, stop it! - You better fucking dance for me.

- Stop it now. - Oi, oi, oi. Oi, oi.

- Birthday bumps, innit? - Whose birthday?

- What? No. Rob, man, no. - Birthday shots.

- Right up the arse! - Are you fucking joking?

It's your birthday! Get your arse out.

- Are you joking? - Get your fucking pants down.

Get over there, get your fucking pants down.

- One shot. - Danny! One shot,

- right between the fucking cheeks. - Get him in the knackers.

Right in the fucking rusty sheriff's badge.

- Go, go, go. - Get 'em down, get 'em down.

Danny, wipe your arse, lad!

One... two...

three.

Oh, my God!

Fucking hell!

Oi! Are you all thick?!

Oi! Where've you got that?!

- It's not on. I'm calling the police. - Calm down, it's a pellet gun.

I know what it is. I know what it bloody is!

Look, they can see, and they can see!

- A bleedin' pellet gun! - I'll take it in, then.

- No, you'll give it to me. - No!

- Yes. - No.

Rob, don't mess me about.

It's Danny's birthday. We're having a laugh.

You might want to try it, Karen.

I laugh when things are humorous.

And you, what are you doing, Danny?! You were doing really well!

- Yeah, Danny. - It's his go now, to be fair.

He just got shot in the arse.

Go on, let him have his go.

Right, that's it. I want everyone inside.

Get up! Up! Get in! Inside the house now!

- Now! - Oh my God.

- Oi, what you got there, lad? - This is my mate Mandy.

Cheeky dab.

Rude not to.

How'd you like that, dirty little fucker?

Oh, fucking hell.

- It's fucking minging, innit? - Mm.

You're an 'orrible bastard, you know that?

Innit? Happy birthday, Danny boy.

Thank you very much, sunshine.

- Enjoy. - Mm-hm.

Oh, mate! Imagine getting strapped into that.

- Fucking make you sick. - Here, they're where it's at.

A nice, like, chill one, mate, is that all right?

Like, not too fast.

Oi. Hey. Oi, oi.

He's gonna fucking smash us now, you know that, don't ya?

They rinsed us!

- What the fuck are they? - Little goats or summat.

I want that. Don't you fucking want that?

Argh! Cheeky little fucker!

- Go on, Rob, you get the ones on the... - All right, all right.

- Get the ones on the left. - I'm on the left.

- Basically, Dylan has us come in... - Mm.

has us play the games and that, just to keep it busy,

and then, when we get the tickets,

we just bring it back, and we get the money back, don't we?

- We need the money now, mate. - Guys, I can't serve you.

Harvey, you need to...

Mate, this could have a serious impact

on your career prospects moving forward, right?

Orange is mine!

Argh!

- Oh, he's on us, he's on us! - Oh, he's there!

Argh!

Go on, chase him. He's getting away, man.

Ah, nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide.

Fucking love you, lad.

Honestly, I'm having the fucking best day, I swear.

There's nowt left in that, anyway, Rob, lad.

Licking air.

Fuck off.

We should get some more.

It was a good fucking night, that, mate. Good night.

Mate, should we go upstairs to Gavin's room?

- Why? - Shit in his bed.

Fucking hell.

Oh, mate, I fucking hate him.

Same.

Oh, you know what, mate? Fuck me.

When I first came here, right, I thought it was gonna be shit, you know.

But it's been all right, I'm having a laugh...

- Yeah? - ..so, yeah, just...

- thank you. - No bother. No bother.

You're clearly a man that's easily pleased.

And you're...

clearly a cunt.

- Easy, tiger! - I just gone fucking weird.

Karen's a laugh, though, in't she?

She reminds me of me ex-wife, the way she gets wound-up.

- Do you miss her? - Who, Karen?

Nah, your... ex-wife.

Yeah.

I was always getting fucked-up, and she couldn't hack it.

What, so... she just left?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Fucking hell, mate.

She had it right.

I wasn't bringing anything to the table.

You're a good lad.

Nah.

There's more to it than that.

She was pregnant.

She was about six months into it. She collapsed at work.

- Really bad, mate. - Fucking hell, mate.

She had to go to hospital.

Surgery.

She survived...

and the baby died, we lost the baby.

And I was out, wasn't I? Getting fucked.

- Anyway. Whatever, man. Fuck it. - You're a good guy, mate.

- Yeah, it's all right, mate, innit? - Seriously, you're a fucking good guy.

It's all right, man. I don't give a fuck. It's all right, it's all right.

Wasn't expecting that, Rob. Fuck me.

Have you got a bird?

Um...

Sort of, yeah.

Like...

Well, I like here.

She's not sure.

Should just look after her.

- Yeah. - Be kind to her.

- Kind to her? - That's all, innit?

- That's all it really is, innit? - Yeah.

Thanks, mate.

- It's all right. - Kind to her.

What you doing?

- 'Ere you go. - Rob... Lad...

Rob, fucking hell, Rob. What you doing?!

'Ere, get hold of these, man. Get hold of these, fucking double-quick.

- No, mate! - Take 'em down.

- Get rid of that. - Rob, stop it.

- 'Ave it! - Rob...

- Oh, you fuck... - Here, cop for that, cop for that.

Are you fucking joking me? Oh, my fucking God, lad.

- You are... - Fucking stinks, this.

- Fucking daft as fuck, mate. - Oh, it fucking stinks!

Who does that?

Fuckers!

This is a piss-take.

You two, get up.

Get up now! Danny, Rob, get up!

No way! You can just wake up!

- Oh, Karen, keep it down, man! - Keep it down?!

- I will bloody keep you down. - All right, it's a bit much.

Look at the wall!

Danny, Rob, just look at the wall!

Do you think that that is acceptable?!

I'm gonna kick you out.

- You are both going. - K-Karen...

Guns and this... Shut up!

That's it, you've done it now. If this is what you want, then fine.

Go and live like animals out there, because that's how you behave.

All right, Karen, look, we was having a laugh, and we took it too far, okay?

- Honestly, we didn't mean it. - You've been here five minutes, Danny.

I have got to think about everybody.

All right, well, we're sorry.

- All right, Karen... - No, no, no, no.

- We're sorry, all right? - Karen, listen, yeah?

- Go on. - I did it. It's not his fault, all right?

- No, listen, Karen... - Look at the whole room!

He's not gonna write his own name on the wall.

- Rob, just pipe down, yeah? - Why don't you pipe down?

And why are you dressed like a copper, you fucking dickhead?

- You're a secretary. - I want a meeting,

and you'll come and see me in half an hour, all right?

Because I am not having this.

- Karen... - Shut up!

Fuck...

Fucking wankers.

It'll be all right, mate.

Oh, mate...

- Hiya, darling, you all right? - Yeah.

No, no, look. Do you know Laura?

- Do you know where she is? - I am Laura.

- Come on, man, she works 'round here. - Nah.

- She's always here. - Well, she's not here now, is she?

I'll give a hand job for a tenner.

Look, I ain't got a tenner, all right? Have you seen her or not.

- Do you know what? Get fucked. - Fuck off!

I don't think I can be myself.

I can only be a twisted version.

People tell you to cope, accept it.

"We all go the same way. Just swallow it."

Sometimes, I feel so desperate...

and on my own.

It's like my brain throbs.

I just wanna take it out of my head and lay it in a pool of water.

A pool of ice-cold water.

That'd feel so good.

Someday, this life will end.

Who is it?

Laura? Is Laura there?

- She's 65. - All right.

- Hello? - Laura.

It's me. Danny.

- Can I come up? - No. Go away.

Laura, come on, man!

Just let me in.

Laura!

Laura!

- Danny, stop it. - Do you hear that?

Yeah? Come on. Just let me in, man.

Laura!

Lau...

ra!

I can do this all day, Laura.

What?

What's up with ya?

- Can I have some juice? - Yeah.

- Hey. - Hi.

- Do you want a drink? - Oh, yeah, ta.

Proper pair of nutters, you two.

- Ta. - Do you wanna be like him, do ya?

Go and watch TV, babe.

You can't come up here again. What if she says summat to him?

- You just disappeared. - I told you, I'm not working any more.

You didn't tell me when.

Danny, I fucking told you what was happening.

You like me. I know you do.

And I need you, man, and I reckon you need me. Laura.

- You're a proper loon. - I've stopped using.

- Proper sorted meself out, man. - What does that matter?

Come on, man, you like me. I know you do.

I'm fucking pregnant!

- And I'll treat you better than he will. - What, a cosy life, is it?

What, you go to work, and I'll be here,

making you brews and making your dinner for ya?

You come home, and we'll all watch TV like happy families.

What's wrong with that? Sounds good, that.

Tell you what I wouldn't do, I wouldn't fucking pimp you out.

Right, well, you wouldn't have met me again, then, would ya?

Laura, just chill. Listen.

You know I think you're top. I'm sorry.

You know I think you're top.

Eh?

Come on.

- Come on. - Fuck, he's here.

- Danny, go! Danny, you need to go. - Nah, man. Nah, I don't care.

- Danny, get out! - No, I'm staying.

- Danny, I'm serious, you need to... - Let him see me.

- Get out! Get out! - Nah. No.

Right, write your number down, and I'll go.

- What? - Write your number down, and I'll go.

Right, get out!

You all right, babe? In here.

Doors are opening.

- You all right? - You all right, babe?

Yeah.

- You all right? - Yeah.

- You having that? - Nah, you have it.

What's she doing?

Dunno. She's been weird all day.

Fucking pack it in. Oi, pack it in.

Stop doing that.

You'll get her took off ya, doing stuff like that.

He might not be as bad as she's telling you.

- Well, he's a pimp. - What?

Well, that's what I mean. He was pimping her out, like.

She was working when I met her, right?

- So, she went to me school. - She's a prostitute?

Well, yeah, Janet, just... like, hear me out, yeah?

So, she's getting out the game 'cause she's pregnant, yeah?

So, she's fine on all that stance,

and I honestly think that we're right for each other.

Think about whether this is the best situation for you.

Think about how that is going to work for you.

You need to give yourself the best possible options.

- What you on about? - Well, think things through.

You need to think of you.

You getting better.You feeling secure.

- You, Danny. - Right.

Just being honest with you.

I'm gonna wear all red, gonna paint me face red.

- I'm gonna have a big fuck-off red sword. - Right.

Sounds proper romantic, that does.

Sounds like absolute fucking nonsense.

You can't get in the way of what we've got, mate.

- No. - Connection.

Yeah.

- Fuck me. - Hey, Woz!

Woz!

- You all right, mate? - Yes, Rob. You all right?

- Yeah. What you up to? - Trying to win on these fuckers, mate.

- Ah, it's a mug's game, innit? - Won four quid.

- How many have you bought? - That doesn't matter, mate.

- You all right? - I'm all right, mate, yeah.

I know you, don't I?

Yeah, I recognise your face.

Um...

I dunno, I live in the same house as Rob, but...

Yeah.

Ah, maybe it's just knocking about with this fucker,

but I do recognise ya.

Yeah, we get it. You know him. Where you going?

Paul's gaff. Bit of a session, if you're up for it?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

Sound. Yous can come as well, if you want.

Y'up for it?

Eh...

I said I'd chill with me sister, mate, to be fair, so...

Come on, we was gonna go to boozer, weren't we?

Yeah, but it's... I dunno.

All right, suit yourself. I'll see you back there.

- Think red, you. - Thinking red, yeah.

- Listen, um... - Mm-hm.

me dad's not mad any more.

You can come 'round for half an hour, if you wanted.

What? Nah, not now, man. Not now.

I'll catch up with him soon, though.

- Why don't you just come 'round now? - Nah. Next week, yeah? Promise.

- It's convenient. You can just chill... - Oh, God, Emma, do you know what, man?

I don't know why, but, fricking hell,

me head's just starting pounding, you know.

I'm starting to feel ill in me stomach as well.

Oh, my God, do you know what?

I'm sorry, Emma, I might have to shoot off.

Right.

What?

- I'm telling the the truth, man. - You're not going over there with your...

- with your mates, are ya? - No. What do you mean? Go with them?

They've just gone down that road there.

I'm... I'm jibbing left, but I'm sorry, I am gonna have to go back.

If you're getting off, just get off now.

Look, I'm sorry. Look, look look, look. I'm sorry, all right? I am.

- Just happens every time, innit? - I just feel fucked, all right.

I can't help how I feel.

Come here.

- You be all right getting back? - Yeah.

All right.

- I'll get in touch, yeah? - Love ya.

Yeah, yeah. You, too, man.

Take care, yeah?

You having fun?

- Where's Sarah? - With my mum.

You know, I think about you at least once every minute... every day.

Who gives a fuck?

Reckon anyone's ever thought about you that much?

No. And they shouldn't.

Don't say that.

Why have you picked here?

Near to yours.

It's shit 'round here. I fucking hate looking at this place.

What are you gonna do, then?

What you on about?

Well, me and you, we could get away from here, couldn't we?

Like you wished for.

Do you know what I mean? We could both just go.

Seen him today.

- Eh? - Your boyfriend. Warren.

He was near mine.

Lad from me house knows him. You know, he recognised me.

What, did he kick off?

I couldn't figure it out.

I can't keep doing this, Danny.

I love you.

You know that, don't ya?

It's not gonna happen.

You not hear what I just said?

I'm sorry.

I can't see it.

It's not what I want.

Warren probably thinks there's something going on now.

- What? - Between me and you,

he probably thinks there's something going on.

What the fuck does Warren care?!

- He fucking whores you out! - Don't say that!

Is that what you like, is it?

You like getting roughed-up and just left on the streets every night?

You're no better than me.

Look, I'm glad I've seen you again...

and I'm glad you are who you are and that you care, but...

this isn't happening.

Laura, man, please. I can't just stop how I feel.

- Well, that's how it is. - You know I can't.

Come on, man. Please, you're making a mistake.

- You know we'd be good together. - I'm sorry.

- Please, please. - I'm sorry.

Don't come near me again.

That's it, Danny.

Ah, come on.

Fuck. Shit.

Come on, come on.

Emma, call the police!

Emma, phone the police!

Daniel... Daniel, let go, Son. Let go!

John, just let him go.

Danny?

You bastard, Danny!

You're no son of mine!

Get in! Get in!

I can't get out.

That's it.

Everything's just the same.

All of it.

Doesn't change.

I used to worry all the time...

about getting things right.

I used to worry all the time...

about if I'm gonna die.

And now...

I actually wanna die.

Like, I just can't get... anything right.

Is this to do with the girl you told me about?

It's just everything.

You've done so well.

This is just a blip.

- Don't let it go to waste. - I'm using again.

- Then you'll stop again. - I'll stop again?

Are you sure?

What am I fucking doing here?

Seriously, what am I actually fucking doing here?

As if this is gonna fucking help me.

Fuck me!

Just sit down, and we can talk more.

- Yeah, 'course. - Danny, don't give up!

Oh, fuck!

♪ There is a house

♪ In New Orleans

♪ They call the Rising Sun

♪ And it's been the ruin

♪ Of many a poor boy

♪ And, God, I know I'm one... ♪

- Fucking pack that in. - What you doing?

Do you want a shot, you?

Yeah.

- Danny. - What?

- Pack that in. - All right.

♪ She sewed my new blue jeans

♪ My father was

- ♪ A gamblin' man... ♪ - Oi, oi!

Oi, oi! What's up, Woz?

Yeah, good, man. Yeah, sound.

Fuck me, here's a fella who'll sway me down.

- All right? - Yeah, good, good, good. Yeah, man.

♪ The only thing... ♪

- D'yous want a drink? - Yeah.

♪ A gambler needs

♪ Is a suitcase

♪ And a gun... ♪

- You remember Danny, don't yer? - Yes.

- How are you, pal? Yeah, you good? - All right.

- Uh, Steve, Andy. - How you doing, mate? You all right?

Saw you sister the other day, by the chippy.

Want one of these?

Eh?

I hate that drippy bit in the back of your throat, you know.

Yeah, I don't mind it, me.

I remember how I know you.

- What? - I remember. I know why.

Right.

You know what I'm talking about, don't ya?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Do us a favour. Don't say anything to these lot about what she does, yeah?

You've not told him, have ya?

- Nah. - Right.

She's not doing it any more. She's having me kid.

- Is she? - Yeah, yeah.

- Oh, right. - Mm-hm. Yeah.

I don't know what I was doing, letting her work on the fucking streets.

She used to work in a parlour, but they were just taking the piss out of her.

Just trying to earn a bit of extra dough, do you know what I mean?

- Without getting stung. - Yeah.

Here, what are you two lovebirds talking about?

The size of your mum's tits.

- They're fucking massive. - Fucking beautiful.

Here, get on this, right? Get on this, right?

What would you rather do?

Lick your mam out while your dad wanks himself off,

or, wait for it...

suck your dad's cock whilst your mam eats your shit-box out?

- You dirty... - Eh! You gotta choose, right?

Gun to the head, or your fucking parents get executed.

- Gun to the head. - Uh...

Lick me mam's pussy.

- Deffo, deffo. Gotta be. - All fucking day.

- Fucking hell! - Fucking deffo!

- What made you come up with that? - Dunno, mate.

That's a belter, that.

Just making me think about me mam's tits.

I think we're all thinking of 'em.

♪ There is a house

♪ In New Orleans

♪ They call the Rising Sun

♪ And it's been the ruin

♪ Of many a poor boy

♪ And, God, I know I'm one

♪ My mother

♪ Was a tailor

♪ She sewed my new blue jeans

♪ My father was

♪ A gamblin' man

♪ Way down in New Orleans

♪ Now, the only thing

♪ A gambler needs

♪ Is a suitcase

♪ And a gun

♪ And the only time

♪ That he's satisfied

♪ Is when he's on a drug

♪ I got one foot on the platform

♪ I got one foot on the train

♪ I'm going back

♪ To New Orleans

♪ To wear that ball and chain

♪ So, mothers

♪ Tell your children

♪ Not to do

♪ As I have done... ♪

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! What'd you do that for?!

It's all fucking shite, innit, eh?

My bird. The one you paid, yeah?

Did you know she was pregnant when you was doing her.

- No. - Yes, you did.

You must of! Don't laugh at me. You laughing at me?

- No, I'm... - Don't laugh at me. Don't laugh at me.

You must've saw the bump.

- You must've saw it. - Listen, why'd you let her out there?

Eh?

Why'd you let her do it, like?

You could have just stopped that, yeah, and got money some other ways.

Dunno.

Look, she's been doing it for a while, yeah?

- She did it before I knew her. - I...

Look, don't... don't say anything about...

Just don't say anything.

Don't whisper to anyone about anything, yeah?

- Yeah. - Just keep it between me and you.

Thank you!

Yes!

The same pub. They play here every week.

Well, if they get the place rocking, why not?

Do one. Back to mine, yeah?

- Going back to Warren's. You coming? - What?

- What, with...? - Yeah.

- Yeah, he'll be there. See you in a bit. - Yeah, maybe, man.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Are we going outside for a fag? Come on.

- Come on, then. - Eh, 20 quid.

Got a load of this. Come back to mine.

- I'm a bit fucked... - Don't be at it, mate.

I've been dishing it out all night. Listen. Eh, listen, listen.

- Sorry about that in there. I was a cunt. - Yeah, mate, it's not about that.

It is for me.

- I'm fucked. - I'm fucked. That was the Es, man.

I get dead paranoid, I snap up.

I shouldn't do it, you know what I mean? I've got a lot going on.

She's left, gone to her mum's for the night, so...

Come back, man. We'll have a bit of a party, it'll be sweet.

- You're coming back. - Oh, fu...

- Alright, yeah. - You're coming back, yeah? Sound.

Right, listen. Taxi's here, let's go, come on.

All night, mate. All fucking night!

See you in a bit, guys. Come on.

- Come on. - Come on, let's go back.

I anoint you...

in the name of the Father, the Son...

Stick your tongue out. And the Holy Ghost.

Don't be a dick, mate. Come on, give us a line of that.

You already owe me 40 fucking quid from last month, all right?

- Ah, fuck off... cunt. - Yeah, whatever.

- You need to watch yourself, fella. - What you going to do, buddy?

That's a fucking gram, that, don't let him do that.

Go on, then, fella. Go on, little man. Go on!

Get the fuck out, ya prick!

- Is he all right? - Fuck him. C'mon.

That fucking bear looks in a bad way.

Are you all right, mate?

- Slumped. - Yeah.

Listen, I'm, uh...

I'm sorry about before.

- I just get all wound-up. - Don't worry about it, mate.

- Nah, I shouldn't have done it. - It's all right, but.

- Yeah. - Yeah, sweet.

The fucking truth is, me and Laura had a fucking bust-up.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

What was you fighting about?

Fucking... You tell me.

She's fucking just went off.

She's just always snapping lately.

Just fucking snapping.

- Mm. - Yeah.

You want another pill?

- You sure? - Yeah.

- Sure? - Yeah. 'Course, mate, yeah.

I am fucked.

I'm gonna go get another drink, mate.

- Do you want one? - Nah, I'm sound, mate, thanks.

- Should I get him one? - Yeah, yeah.

- Yeah, get him... - Hairy fucker.

- Nice one, mate. - Yeah.

What was it you was doing in the kitchen,

with your foot, touching the tiles like that?

Mate, I just get the urge to just do weird shit sometimes, man.

Yeah.

Unusual, that, though, innit?

Yeah.

You ever seen anyone else do it, or...?

I ain't seen anyone else do shit like that, mate.

- Just me, that. - Just you, yeah.

Eh, listen, uh...

You know, I was saying before...

I'm all right about what happened between you and Laura, because...

I mean, you didn't know, did you?

You know, she...

You pay, she's a fucking hooker, and...

It's not your fault, is it?

- Mm. - Yeah.

Do you, uh...

you know...

you talk much? You get on?

Because she's a fucking cracking girl, in't she?

- Yeah, man. Yeah, top. - Mm.

Mm.

Talks too much.

Yeah.

Yeah, fucking hell, mate.

- She used to chat shit in school. - Yeah.

Used to, like, give the teachers, like, proper grief.

Yeah, that sounds like Laura, that.

Nah, she, um...

she's a good... good mate.

Good mate.

Suppose it helps, don't it? Being mates...

when you do something like that.

Mm.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

I just...

just want to say thanks for not...

you know, saying anything to them lot in there...

about what she does.

Yeah.

Let's have some ket.

- Is that mine? - Yeah, of course, mate, yeah.

- You sure? - All yours, mate.

Just gonna go and get some more skins for mine.

- Mm. - Yeah.

Oh, fuck...

How you doing? You all right, man?

You look fucking smashed, you two. You been behaving?

Made from fucking chinchillas, that.

Is it?

He's on the fuck in moon, man, in't he?

Hello-oh?

Fucking hell, he's a right. He's a good laugh, him, in't he?

I blew everyone off in school, that's a sport, innit?

- That's dirty! - That's a sport.

- Why were you blowing everyone off? - It's a sport!

- It's not a sport. - It is!

They're gonna take over the world Watch the YouTube thing about it, mate.

It's dead-cert, mate. Hundred percent, man.

- Like, proper true? - Proper fucking true.

Me and you'll be long gone. The robots, they'll be here for fucking ever.

- Nah, man. - Millions and billions of years.

Do you want me to take him back with me?

Nah, leave him, mate. He's fucking sound. I'll get him on the couch.

- Yeah? - Yeah, he's all right. He's fucked.

- Just fucking kick him out. - Nah, I'll look after him, mate.

See you later, Danny boy.

Go on. See you, love.

Shut the door.

Oi, Danny.

Danny.

Oi, can you hear me?

Hey, can you hear me?

You went to school with Laura, did ya?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Do you like her?

- Gorgeous, in't she? - Mm.

That why you wanted to fuck her? Eh?

Go on, mate, you laugh.

- I like her. - You like her?

How many times have you shagged her?

- Lots. - Lots.

Is that why you came here...

to my flat?

Teaching Sarah your little fucking weird moves.

You don't treat her right.

I don't... Say it again.

- You don't treat her right. - I don't treat her right?

Thanks, mate.

Did you always pay?

Eh?

- Oi. - Don't do that.

- Did you always pay to fuck my bird? - I wanna go...

No, no, no, no.

- I want to leave. - Nah, you're going nowhere.

Did you fuck her in this flat?

In my flat?

Did you fuck her on that couch?

I bet you did, because it's cosy, innit?

It's warm.

Do you love her?

Do you love her?

Yeah?

You fucking love her, yeah? Yeah, here you are.

Here... have some of this.

Fucking scummy cunt!

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

No, no, no, no. Take it, take it.

Shh, shh.

Shh, shh, shh.

Good lad. Eh?

Good lad.

Yeah, me mate stayed over last night. He's a bit out of it, is that all right?

We had a bit of a party last night, Sarah, love.

Just got a bit out of hand.

Have you seen Danny before?

- Go in the bedroom, love. - Have you seen him before?

- Is he Mummy's friend? - Go in the bedroom, love. Go on.

Yeah, go on, fuck off, you.

So, who's he, then, eh?

You haven't asked about him yet, have you?

- You've done him, haven't you? - I don't know what you're talking about.

You do know what I'm fucking talking about.

You fucking done him here and not out there.

He's a customer. You've seen him yourself.

Don't you fucking lie to me. Don't fucking lie!

You know what he told me, eh? That he fucking loves ya!

I don't know what you're talking about. He's a customer! He's paying!

Fucking customer? You know what I'm on about.

You fucking done him here and not out there!

- Warren, I swear... - Don't bullshit me, you liar!

'Cause I'll fucking kill him, kill you, and kill her as well!

- All right! All right, he's been here! - Don't fucking bullshit me!

- But he followed me home from work, okay? - He fucking followed you from work?!

Yeah.

He's fucking grassed you up, you idiot. Because you went to school with him...

- So? - ..didn't ya?

He's your little fucking mate! Fucking dickhead!

Don't fucking bullshit me!

- Please, please... - Fuck off!

He found out you was a whore, and you made his fucking day, didn't ya?!

You fucking slut!

Taking the fucking piss outta me, eh?!

It's fucking your fault, all this!

It's fucking your fault!

No.

Do something with me!

Oi! Please, help me! Do summat! Listen, help me!

Yeah, hello? Yeah...

Yeah, I'd like an ambulance, please.

Yeah, my girlfriend, she just fell over, and she's badly done-in, yeah.

She's pregnant.

Yeah, uh, 65...

65 Welbeck House.

M40...

6AU, yeah.

No, I'm gonna be here. Yeah, I'll be here, yeah.

Oh, God...

I'm... I'm so sorry.

I'm so... sorry.

Laura? Laura...

Laura, listen to...

Oh, fuck.

Oh, shit! Shit.

Laura, can you hear me?

Mum?

Hi, Sarah.

Mummy, you're gonna be okay.

Yes. Hey, hey...

Hey, Sarah. Sarah, look at me, look at me.

- Hi. What's this lady's name? - Eh... Laura.

Can I just get in there?

Laura, can you hear me?

- Is she gonna be all right? - We're looking after her.

She's gonna be all right, yeah?

Laura, it's the ambulance. Can you hear me?

Laura, it's the ambulance.

- It's the ambulance, love... - My baby.

I know. Laura, it's the ambulance. Let us help you.

Laura, look, I'm sorry, babe. I'm so, so sorry.

- Hey. No, no no no. Laura, I'm here. - Laura, try calm yourself down.

- Get off me. Get off... Get off me! - It's me and you!

- Get off... - No, come on!

- It's me and you! - Just leave her.

Laura, it's the ambulance.

We're here to look after you, okay? It's the ambulance.

We're gonna take you to the hospital, to look after you and your baby.

- Okay? - Is it gonna be okay?

Just calm yourself down. We'll look after you.

Look after you and your baby.

Laura, tell us what's happened.

I fell.

Okay, so, we'll take you to the hospital now.

Okay? Okay.

Shall we get you a chair? Let's get you to the ambulance.

Bit of a bump.

The messages are all there around you.

But you choose to make sense of them how you see fit.

If it feels right, then you go for it.

You know, you don't care if it'll work out.

Suppose we're all junkies in that way.

Laura's baby survived.

Resilient fucker.

I heard Warren went missing.

I wanted to see Laura again, but I just couldn't do it to her.

And it was never gonna happen.

I know that now.

My fucking mind always... pushes me.

You know, the thought, the obsessions, the drugs.

It's just part of me.

I do have me good days.

I suppose we are all resilient fuckers.

I wish it had worked with Laura.

I wish she was happy.

I wish we'd have been happy.

I think we could have been.

I still imagine us...

together.

Maybe she's waiting for Warren, to forgive him and be a family.

Or not.

Who knows?

It's hard to make the world fit for everyone.

You know, you don't just slot in or get a perfect fit.

You squeeze in, don't you?

It's uncomfortable, and you do what you can.

Well, this is my place.

Right here.

Bit by bit.

Day by day.

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