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-[tapping] -[intro music]

Anyone watching, thinking we know fuck all about knowing fuck all about owt,

needs to watch their back. [cries out]

So you've had your Labour, reclassifying skunk,

sending prices sky high,

literally, literally taking the grass from its own roots.

And now you've got your con-dem-nation,

Liberals noshing Tories like altar boys picking dimps up.

Have we had a national fucking stroke or what?

Is revolution a word or was it never?

Anybody watching needs to know

we cope better than average with irony in Chatsworth.

Well, for fuck's sake, we live in Manchester

and they charge us for water?

I wandered lonely as a clown, necking mushrooms rarely found,

this green and pleasant land in ancient times...

yak, yak, yak, yak, yak, yak!

It's not theirs anymore.

This is our England now.

Party!

[intro music]

[intro music fades away]

[Micky] Some people are born bad.

Some are born good.

You know, got a lot of love to give.

Mum.

You want a kid of your own, go and make one.

[Micky] And I'm not talking carnal.

'Cos if you can't get a shag on a Saturday night,

there's summat seriously wrong with you.

I'm talking unconditional.

I want someone to love, who loves me

-as much as I love them. -[girls shriek]

Someone to have a trust with.

An understanding.

[Carl] You're all right, Dad, we'll get our own!

[Micky] I want a meeting of minds.

So...

["Somebody to love" by Queen starts playing]

[singing in playback] ♪ Can anybody ♪

♪ Find me ♪

-[crowd cheers] -♪ Somebody to love ♪

[crowd cheers]

♪ Ooh, each morning I get up I die a little ♪

♪ Can barely stand on my feet ♪

♪ Take a look at yourself ♪

♪ Take a look in the mirror and cry And cry ♪

♪ Lord, what you're doing to me Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ I have spent all my years In believing you ♪

♪ But I just can't get no relief Lord! ♪

♪ Somebody Somebody ♪

♪ Ooh, somebody Somebody ♪

♪ Can anybody find me... ♪

[Micky] Fuck that, I'm not on me last legs yet.

I've got so much love to give. I just need someone to give it to.

I've got Trixie on a special.

You and a mate, twos up, 20 quid.

Chicken in a basket,

as much Advocaat as you can hold down.

And she's as tight as a gnats chuff since her trip to Thailand.

[Micky] Then just when you least expect it...

just what you least expect.

[romantic piano music]

[car honks]

You paid for it?

A... charitable donation.

And it's a her, not an it!

Vermin in China.

Soy sauce, spring onion. Main course in Vietnam.

[whispers] Filthy fuckers.

Dusty doesn't like being watched when she eats.

Dusty?

It's the eyes.

Take 'em off the cat

and put them on a blonde bird with a beehive and...

she'd be singing "Son Of A Preacher Man."

-Oh! -Surprise.

Eternity ring.

Stones are guaranteed shatter-proof, colour never fades.

-Rings are symbolic. Eternal. -[Shane blows]

'Cos there's no beginning and no end.

Like your love for Kelly! [laughs]

One hundred percent, cubic- zirconia.

[puts ring down] So...

the cats for...?

She needed a home.

So does Pissy Percy from the subway.

You'd better not be dragging him back here.

[alarming music]

The ring.

You've only just put it down!

[Dusty meows]

[Shane] I will slit the little bastard's guts open, Micky!

-She might not have eaten it. -Yeah?

[shouts] Then where the fuck it's gone?!

-[Dusty meows] -Half an hour, max.

Starting now.

Come to Daddy.

Come to Daddy.

Gandhi's called me up to Bradford.

Granddad? For?

Wants to see the books,

how I'm managing the place. I'm not going.

-Might cut your supplies off. -They can cut my balls off.

I'm going nowhere.

Got a couple of cars need your Midas touch over the next few days.

You drop one off, pick one up tomorrow.

I'm helping Ches at the shop. I told you.

If they're not clean, there won't be a drop tomorrow.

If there's no drop, there's no job the next day.

Does Ches pay as well as I do?

I'll sort it, ok?

[whistles]

-Clean a few cars for us? -I'll get your cleaning stuff.

Those are mine. Get your own.

I'll bell you later for the where and when.

Alright.

-Child labour? -Put the Great in Britain.

Once upon a time,

you could rely on a spliff to do what it says on the tin.

These days,

it takes a quarter to do the job of what an eighth used to.

Mh?

See?

Who'd have thought getting stoned in this day and age

would be such a fucking problem?

[coughs] No offence.

[door shuts]

-What the fuck's that?! -Language!

-What's it look like? -Like my allergy in a fur coat.

If she goes, the mice stay. It's your call.

Mice?

Shane reckons she swallowed a ring he got for Kel.

Waiting for nature to take its course.

Can you do it outside? I mean, the baby...

You're right. The laxatives'll be kicking in any second now.

[shouts] Laxatives?!

[Mimi screams]

Any luck?

[Mimi] Any washing missing?

No.

-What's up? -Something missing off our washing line.

[Kelly] What?

My knickers.

How many pairs?

Just the one.

That's open. Bradford ain't my dream destination.

This one?

But at least I'll get away from her.

She's all right, Sita.

-She's a good girl. -[Ches scoffs]

They're all good girls to you...

-till the second after you've fucked 'em! -[Carl laughs]

C'mon, we've only got half an hour.

-I need to pack. -[Sita] Auntie Uzma's done it.

Socks and undies for the week.

-Couple of vests. -[Ches] Right.

-Laters, bro. -See you in a bit.

I'm leaving you in charge, not her. Got that?

[door shuts]

[Dusty meows]

Ta-da!

[Kelly gaps]

-An eternity ring? -Yeah!

It took a fucking eternity to get it out of that thing!

Explain.

The ring was stuck in her ring.

So the vet had to do a quick procedure, got it out,

realised she wasn't feeling herself,

did a blood test and...

She's dying.

She's got the AIDS.

[Kelly] Maybe the kindest thing would be to spare her more pain.

It might be wise to think about...

getting her put to sleep.

Would you have had Liberace put down?! No.

Freddie Mercury? No!

Dusty will die surrounded by love.

My love.

-Does she seem in danger? -[Dusty meows aggressively]

Sweet Jesus, Micky, you could be infected.

[door opens]

Got any Spaghetti Hoops?

We've got Alphabetti.

[sighs] I'm dyslexic.

Thirty quid float.

I've took 32.80 Pound since you left, so that's 62.80 Pound.

-You can count it. -Can you stomach beans

with your... you know, weakness?

-[customer] Is anyone serving? -Yeah, sorry.

I'll handle this.

[tense music]

3.69, please.

I can eat 'em just as long as I'm sitting down.

Thank you.

[Lillian whispering]

Count it?

When I cash up.

Listen, I do not rob mates.

Ches told me to look after the place, and that's what I'll do,

whether you like it or not.

You got that?

[Sita] Loud and clear!

[shouting] If I get me hands on you, I'll have yer bollocks for earrings!

-[Avril] You okay? -No!

-Me knickers have gone again! -We should get the police involved.

What are those useless bastards gonna do?

Mimi, you're not the only woman round here.

Avril's in danger, Letitia's in danger.

Danger of what?

[scoffs] There's a sexual deviant on the loose.

Throw a rock round here, you'd hit a dozen.

Someone's stealing underwear.

Maybe the best thing is to dry them indoors from now on.

I'm not having my behaviour dictated to by some fucking nonce.

The knickers stay.

Where's my pussy?

It kicked Cilla off with her asthma.

[muffled meowing]

[meowing becomes clearer]

[Micky] Wanker.

We have to keep it away from the baby.

I want that thing out.

It's a fucking liability.

I didn't know you could get queer cats.

Dusty's female.

[Mimi] How did she get the AIDS, then?

-[sighs] -[Mimi] Is she a cat lesbian?

Can lesbians get the AIDS?

How can you even think like that?

It's the 21st century, for fuck's sake!

I've asked for counselling.

What? And how are they going to do that, you soft twat?

It's not like she can tell you how she's feeling.

For me, you bastard, not her!

She's facing a messy...

painful...

elong...

...elas...

Err...

A really drawn-out death.

And I'm going to guarantee a dignified ending to this lady's life.

You could have it yourself.

[Micky] You can't catch the AIDS from a cat.

She fucking did.

[Shane] And if you catch it from a toilet seat...

[Kelly snorts]

[Mimi] It's all body fluids, not just jizz and fanny batter.

It's tears, spit, puke, piss.

I don't want one of us being the first to catch it from a sneeze.

That's ridiculous.

[Mimi] So's fucking a monkey, but that's where it came from.

[Mimi] You don't think someone's been slotting the cat one, do you?

You can't catch the AI--

It's not even called AIDS, it's FIDS!

Feline Immune...

DS.

Dusty needs care.

And tenderness. And love.

[emotional] And if you feel that there's no place in this house for her...

then there's no place for me.

Ugh!

[Dusty shrieks]

Just scraping out, but you know that already.

I've got better things to do than watching you earning minimum wage.

I thought we were getting on.

[door opens]

Got anything for a gyppy tummy?

This is a family business. Not family and cousin's mates.

-Gyppy how? -[Bonnie] Bit like buses.

You wait ages for one, then three come all at once.

[Carl] Well, cousin's mate will be out of there as soon as he's done.

-So pulse will get back to normal. -How many times, Carl?

-You're not my type. -Every time you saw me go near the till.

I handle a bit of cash, your blood pressure goes through the roof.

You can go now. I'll finish up.

Assuming I'm a thief? Assuming I'll rob you blind?

-I never said-- -You're like this since day one...

Grew up on a council estate: scum.

Went to a comp: scum.

Has a pint: scum. Dad's a waster: scum.

Asian: uptight.

University: uptight.

Non-drinker: uptight.

-Non-smoker... -You know nothing about me.

-Ditto. -I'm here 'cause I know, and you don't,

that Ches wants to make a proper go at this.

He's working his balls off.

He asked for my help and I said yes.

So make yourself useful, or shut the f--

Or get off my back.

-[meowing] -Is your cat dead yet?

No, she fucking isn't!

This car'll stink soon, you not washing and her decaying...

I don't need this, Lillian!

Let me help you.

-You'll take us in? -Oh, no, I can't stand cats.

I've got a mate on me dinner round,

might be able to give you a few pointers.

-Give you a shout later. -Really?

Maybe they've not been taken, maybe you've just misplaced them.

How d'you misplace your knickers?!

I'm always losing mine.

Stopped wearing them now.

Anything can happen after too many vodkas.

I've not been that pissed for a long time.

Or that lucky!

-Still in the washing machine, maybe? -No!

Probably just someone having a laugh.

Just what we thought in the summer of '74.

Lingerie flying off lines all round the estate.

Complained, but the police did nothing.

In me teens, I went out with a girl we used to call Yo-Yo Knickers.

Used them as ankle warmers.

But one woman was singled out.

Knicker nicker was obsessed.

Killed her in the end.

Me mum told me about that.

Kept her body in the freezer.

Used to take her out now and then,

defrosted her for a bit of hows-your-father.

[Bonnie] Outrageous!

They only found the body when his house was broke into.

Burglar found him in bed with a corpse and called the filth.

Maybe he's back!

[Lillian] Something I should've told you, Micky.

Leave any prejudice at the front door, cos he's got full-blown HGV.

It's H I...

Lulu!

Wilkommen!

There is nothing to fear.

No judgement here.

I know there'll be pain.

And I know it'll only get worse.

I can cope with all of that.

I think.

I just need...

-a bit of... -Support?

I know. Come in.

Mind the yucca!

[sighs]

Feel no shame.

-I don't. -Good.

Stay positive. Pun intended!

Spam, peas and mash.

Liquidised, as requested.

[Lulu] Oh, thank you very much.

I can't put anything solid in me mouth without gagging now.

Oh, the irony!

I'll bow out here. Be gentle, he's quite fragile.

Kid gloves.

[tense music]

Be a good idea if we closed up for the night, get this finished.

-I don't think you're scum. -I still think you're uptight.

Who else'd use a word like uptight, you hippy?

I'm just worried about Ches.

Ches could land in a barrel of shite and come out shining.

It's the third time Grandad's bailed him out.

Not him exactly, but his family.

-First his dad, then mum, now him. -Better do right by him, then.

My dad left when I was nine.

Went to Pakistan to arrange a business deal and never came back.

Yeah, Ches told me.

A car crash, right?

He ran off with his cousin.

He left my mum with four kids under 10.

No-one else knows that.

Secret.

What are you telling me for?

Coffee?

One sugar.

Don't tell Ches.

[last-call bell rings]

What time d'you call this?!

Time for you to go home.

What, at 11.20?!

What is this, fucking Prohibition?

Is Eliot Ness back in town? You know, the Untouchables...

Sorry, no offence, mate.

Girls are reclaiming the night.

Nutter on the loose,

and they're sending a clear message they will not be intimidated.

He fucking will be if he claps eyes on that lot!

Look, if you're scared of him...

Are we shite scared of him!

Then why are you allowing said pervert

to send you home earlier than anticipated?

Ey! We're not going home early 'cos we're scared.

We're going home to show him we're not in the least intimidated

by his behaviour.

So, what, is that some sort of reverse psychology or summat?

All I know is, I get an early night.

[shouting] Oh, stay, come on!

Who in their fucking right mind's gonna sexually assault any of you lot, eh?

What?

-[door banging] -Thought we were closed.

-You okay? -[panting] We're reclaiming the night.

[Carl] Who from?

From whoever it was that took it!

There's a thief out there

stealing Mimi's undergarments to aid his onanism.

-And he's out there now? -[Patty] God help him if he is.

Imagine that poor woman

and the kids she left behind.

"Mum's gone to Iceland"...

and she's not coming back.

Give us two pints of semi-skimmed, then we'll get off.

Eighty-eight Pence please, Mimi.

On me slate.

Ches has left strict instructions, no slates from now on. Sorry.

She's like royalty, doesn't carry cash.

-I'll get you a cab. -What for?

-You heard, there's some nutter outside. -I'll stay here.

-You can't. -Says who?

Me mam says she knew from when I was an infant.

But how could she?

According to her, my first word was "cock."

It was rejection from there on in.

From those that should have cared for me the most.

I imagine my story's very similar to yours.

-What d'you mean? -There's no need to be coy.

Nothing wrong with my family!

Yeah, but they did kick you out

as soon as they found out about your condition, didn't they?

-My condition? -Oh, denial.

Your prognosis is much better than mine,

but it's still a lot to take on, in't it?

W-What exactly did Lillian tell you?

Oh, me mind was too awash with Lebanon's finest at the time,

but I know you need me.

We are cut from the same cloth, you and me, Micky.

Well, I don't think we...

Yeah, separate us,

but our stories are heart-breakingly similar.

Look, er...

I think you've got the wrong end of the stick, Lulu.

There's no need to explain.

I know everything I need to know,

and I know that I need you to know

that as long as there is breath in my body,

there is room for you...

here.

And...

there's room for you...

here.

There is a price, however.

I thought there might be!

A big stiff one inside me before I nod off.

Dubonnet. Double.

[laughs nervously]

[break-in noise]

[tense music]

[thud]

[whispers] Ah...

-I need a once-over from a doctor. -I am a doctor.

Not yet you're not!

I think I bust my wrist when I fell.

-Can you move your fingers? -[Carl hisses]

-Nothing broken. -How am I gonna drive for Jamie tomorrow?

You'll have to.

-Like I've got nothing better to do! -If you don't cover me, I'm out of a job.

Aagh!

-Aah, shit! -No way, Carl!

What? Coming over all damaged.

-You twatted me with a bat! -Trying to kiss me.

-Oh! -Cheap.

You couldn't be more wrong.

I... I felt a bit...

woozy.

Well, if you still feel "woozy" in the morning,

then get to A&E!

[Micky grunts]

[toilet flushing]

I'm sorry about this, Lulu.

-There's been an accident. -Oh, yer all right, Micky.

If it weren't for these panty pads, I'd be leaving a trail meself.

This isn't me!

I know, there's much more to you

than just a body that's failing it's function.

I need to explain meself.

This isn't even human.

What have they done to you?

You've allowed their poison, their prejudice,

to warp your mind!

[shouting] You fucking cunts!

He is a human being!

If you prick him, which I don't advise, by the way,

does he not bleed?

[door shuts]

You poor... poor boy.

-Look, I'm all right, honest! -Fuck 'em.

Fuck their prejudice.

Fuck their world.

It's not that bad out here.

Fifteen years ago I got the news. And I wept.

But the closer I get, the more it appeals.

And when I go, I want to be allowed to go.

I don't want to be strapped to some machine

that's pumping breath back into a body that's convinced it's breathed its last.

What I want...

is "DNR" written across here.

Go on.

DNR.

Do...

not...

resuscitate.

[Dusty meows]

[sad music]

I dictated how I lived my life,

I'll do the same with me death.

You'll make sure, will you, Micky?

Course I will.

When I slip into unconsciousness...

let me go.

I will.

I will.

Not dead, then?

Sorry to disappoint.

I've already eaten.

[Patty] Did you make your own breakfast?

A man who can cook for himself.

There is hope for the world yet.

[Aidan] New job, early start.

He's covering for Carl while Carl covers for Chesney.

[Patty] Oh.

[Patty] A working man now?

A little good luck present for the man bringing the cash in.

Better get off. Don't want to be late.

-Yeah, me head's fine, thanks for asking. -I said I'm sorry.

Your phone's off.

I told you to keep it on.

You have to drop that car later.

Aidan's preparing. Should be done around one.

Here's the address.

The car you need to pick up is also there.

Cool.

Say yeah and I'll agree to drop the charges.

To what? And what charges?

Doing me driving and ABH.

Twatting me head, nearly busting me hand.

Joking aside, I'll be jobless if that car's not dropped.

Well, it's no good looking at me.

You can't drive?

Shit.

Seen this? He's done a crackin job.

I hope he'll be rewarded for his efforts.

Yeah, yeah.

If you're still in the mood, Aidan, the pub could do with a going over.

Let me get a photo.

Bend down near the wheels.

I feel stupid.

Yeah, you look stupid.

I've been worried sick that some nutters been tracking me down.

And all along it was him!

How dare you hit him?

Oh, stop it! Just fucking stop it now!

[Libby screams]

Mum! Fuckin' hell!

Spare the rod,

spoil the child!

Is that what Cilla has to look forward to, is it?

-Fucking hell, Libby! -[Mimi screams]

[Mimi yelling] I'm not going to smack her, am I, soft shite? She's a girl!

[Libby] Oh, so it's just the lads, is it?

No wonder they turned out as well as they have.

[Mimi] Oh!

I know the reality of bringing lads up.

And if you're not firm with them, tough with them,

then you fuck them up for life!

Don't ask.

-[Dusty meows] -God.

Urgh! Sweet Jesus!

[crying] It's too late now, innit?

It's too late now.

Fucking Spanish onions for your cat medicine.

Too late take them out now, innit, Dusty?

Sorry, Lulu. She had an accident.

I feel like I've sprung a leak meself sometimes.

Maybe later.

Would you give that a stir while I get rid of this?

You know, before you came, the very day before you came,

I felt like I was coming to the end.

I thought, "What the fuck have you got to live for, Lulu?"

"Who the fuck?"

I realised I had nothing at all,

nothing except liquified Pot Noodles and power ballads.

I found myself praying to God... [sighs]

for a sign.

The very next day,

in you rolled, looking for advice.

I'm a lucky man.

Thank you, God.

Thank you, Micky.

Listen, I'm going to put the feelers out for a flat,

so I won't be under your feet for too long.

You being here, sweet boy, is not problem.

No problem at all.

[sucks sauce]

Divine.

Homemade food and good company, what could be better?

[Dusty snarls]

Phone an ambulance!

She's having a fit. Phone an ambulance!

[Dusty meows loudly]

Where we off to, then?

I had the address here. Jamie gave it me before.

-Just give him a shout. -And say what?

"You know that address you gave me? Dickhead here's lost it."

Sat-nav.

With any luck, the home button should do it.

[sat-nav] In 500 metres, turn left.

Not as daft as you look, are you?

No. But you are.

[sat-nav] You have reached your destination.

-So where's this car you're picking up? -Could be parked up anywhere.

Could be that one.

Or that one.

Oh? Another satisfied customer.

I only reported it missing this morning. About an hour or so ago.

So where did you find it?

Can you fetch me some ID?

Like car registration documents. I'll get the paperwork.

Fuck's sake, get back in.

-Come on! -What?

The car's robbed. This is where it's robbed from.

Sita!

[Dusty meows]

Near 200 quid to the fucking vet,

only to be told the reason she was having difficulty breathing

was because she had more marijuana in her system

than a Rastafari with a bad habit,

and her collar was too tight.

Sorry.

I appreciate your concern for a creature, Micky, but for fuck's sake,

she's a twatting cat!

It's not exactly the point.

It is when you're talking to someone who's looking death in the face!

Who puts their head on the pillow,

never knowing whether they're going to wake up again!

Keep your voice down! You're upsetting Dusty.

Fuck Dusty! Fuck her!

What about me?

And why is it always about you with people like you?

God, every person in my life is, "Me, me, me, me, me."

And you know what, Lulu? I've had enough.

-Where are you going? -It's not right me being here.

And I know that you need someone, but... it ain't me.

Don't leave.

You've been really kind to me, Lulu,

and while I've been here I've learned a really valuable lesson, but...

[sighs] in the end it's just me.

I'm on me own.

[Lulu] The doctor's given me one month! I don't want to die alone!

[Micky] We all die alone.

I'll tell Lillian. I'll get in touch with a support group.

Don't leave me, you hard-hearted bastard!

Get off!

[Lulu] I know you're suffering.

I understand better than any mother, any brother, any lover.

Look, it's not me, OK?

I didn't mean to lie to you about the AIDS thing,

but It's Dusty who's got it.

[Dusty meows]

I mentioned it to Lillian

and she said that you might be able to help us.

You lied.

I tried to tell you,

but you wouldn't listen

and then it just went on too far and...

Picking over my life,

my disease, to help that.

[Dusty hisses]

[shouting] Get out!

You deserve everything coming to you!

Get out!

Drop dead, you twisted old fruit!

[Lulu pants]

Fuck.

Shit.

Oh, fuck! Shit!

-[Lulu moans] -[Micky] Phone.

Fuck! Oh, shit.

Fuck! Help!

Help.

[Micky] Thanks very much.

-Cunt. -I couldn't just let you die.

-Why? -I wouldn't be able to live with myself.

[coughs]

You might've fucked up your own life, but you're not fucking up mine.

The medic said you'd not been taking your meds.

-What's the use? -Right, here's the deal.

I stick around as long as you're still breathing

on the understanding that you just stop your fucking moaning.

-I don't need it. -You're staying?

If you kick off again, I'm gone.

You can drown in your own piss, for all I care. Got it?

-Loud and clear. -There's going to be a few changes.

I'm going to decorate.

Something bright and welcoming.

We could re-carpet,

new couch,

some drapes.

-That's curtains. -Ah.

-Cost a bit. -I've got a few bob stashed.

I can dip into me funeral fund.

And there's a quiz every Sunday at the Seaman's Arm.

-We're going. -I don't think...

When was the last time you partied?

[Lulu] Err...

Lady Di's funeral.

I threw some flowers in the canal,

got trollied on GHB,

came home, locked the door and that was it.

So it's the quiz for starters, then we can hit a few clubs.

Plenty of 80's nights and that, so you'll be able to throw a few shapes.

There's a big world out there, Lulu.

A fucking...

A big world.

This calls for a celebration.

No, no, no, no, no. Let's do it properly.

Bubbly.

[grunts in pain]

[men catcalling]

[Micky] Stop looking at me arse!

[guitar playing]

[police siren wailing]

Shit.

In about ten seconds I want you to slam on, get out and run.

Dump your jacket just in case they get a description out.

-What about you? -I'll get in the driving seat.

Hopefully they'll follow me and you'll get away.

-But your hand! -I was lying. I just wanted you with me.

Follow me, I'll ditch the car as soon as I can.

-[Sita] And if you don't get the chance? -[Carl] Break now!

Now!

["End Credits" by Chase & Status playing]

Jacket!

♪ I can feel, something happening That I've never felt before ♪

♪ Hopeless dreaming, will start dragging Me away from heavens door ♪

♪ I can feel, something happening That I've never felt before ♪

[door slams]

I'm sorry.

If I'd known the car was robbed, I would've never put you in that position.

I swear to God.

[sighs]

[both panting and moaning]

["End Credits" by Chase & Status playing]

♪ When the blood dries in my veins ♪

♪ And my heart feels no more pain ♪

♪ I know, I'll be on my way To heaven's door ♪

[music stops]

Right. It's nicely chilled.

I got some pate and a few baps.

Some nuts and crisps.

We could have a bit of a do, you know.

Not the cheap shit, either.

Only the best for us.

[cork pops]

I can teach you

and you can teach me and face it all together.

Get each other through.

Just me and you against the world, eh, Lulu?

No!

[melancholy piano music]

-[whispering] There you go. Thanks. -[man] Thanks.

You didn't know he was Beirut?

Fruit, queer.

Dunno, don't think so.

One of God's innocents, aren't you?

He was a gay.

[ironic] No!

I used to work in a bar in the Gay Village,

years before it was the Gay Village.

The laughs we used to have.

Such good people to be with. The life and soul of the party.

But then when the pubs shut, and the clubs and the bars,

they go home alone and cry themselves to sleep.

So it's down to you to organise his send-off.

Will you help us? I don't know where to start.

He gave me his card and PIN number.

He took to you, didn't he?

He didn't... I mean...

He didn't, you know...

Charge you rent?

Make you pay in kind?

Jesus! Did he try it on with you?

He was just... lonely.

He just wanted a bit of company.

What a way to live, eh?

It doesn't have to be like this, though.

I mean,

if his family would have just accepted him for what he was.

His family rejected him?

[Mimi] Bastards!

-No mates? -Long gone.

Address book.

We should see if we can trace any of his family.

Why? Fuckers never gave a shit when he was around.

Why would they be arsed when he's not?

[door shuts]

I didn't know Philip for long...

Lulu.

But I did know the pain he was in.

Not because of his illness particularly,

but from the scars he carried from years of rejection

by those he held dear.

Those he loved,

who couldn't love him back because of who he was.

What he was.

He knew that once he stood up and said, "I am what I am,"

there'd be a price to pay.

Years of loneliness and isolation.

His only friends,

a half-witted old woman and his doctor.

You're wrong.

He had the courage to live his life his way.

To die his way.

A life with no compromise,

with no regard for the scorn and disappointment

heaped on him by those nearest.

Those who should have loved him

no matter what.

-What do you mean by that? -You know what I'm talking about.

Are you saying that I rejected my own brother because he were gay?

You're the one who couldn't face him for years.

I had him round Christmas, New Year, Easter, birthdays.

Guilt getting to you, is it?

You cheeky fucker.

Get off him!

[Mimi] Get off him!

[people shouting]

["Maybe this time" by Liza Minnelli starts playing]

[shouting resumes]

[glass breaking]

[Lulu's brother] A couple of times when I were younger,

I tried to broach the subject.

But he'd have none of it.

[Micky] Not the story he told me.

Not the story he told anyone.

Disappeared in 1985.

All Mum got was a postcard saying he were living in London.

-Not to bother trying to find him. -Your mum never liked him anyway.

He were the apple of her eye.

It broke her heart when he went.

She used to say to me,

"How come he didn't tell me?

Trust me? Thought for one second I won't love him?"

He said you rejected him.

You all did.

When we were kids,

Mum saying to us,

"I loved you from the moment you entered this world.

And I'll never stop.

I'll love you for all time.

Eternity."

Only one who had trouble believing that were Philip.

You knew?

All the time, you knew?

What he were.

Who he were.

Didn't stop me loving him any less.

Thanks for doing what you did.

He hadn't even suffered anything.

He was just a big lying poof.

He was lying to protect himself.

-You think so? -It was himself he couldn't face.

-That's what his brother said. -And he's right.

How sad is that?

You're better off saying, aren't you, really?

Just summon up the courage and say,

"A life lived lying is like a life half-lived."

[Mimi sighs]

Honesty is the best policy.

Though I've got to admit,

I'd fucking freak if it was one of mine,

do you know what I mean?

Too right.

I'd spend the rest of me life wondering what the fuck I'd done wrong.

I mean, is it genetic, something they learn?

What makes a lad like cock?

I mean, apart from his own, like.

And arses.

Could never get me head round that.

Dusty?

Dusty!

Dusty?

Dusty!

Pss, pss, pss!

She'll be out on the prowl somewhere.

Dusty!

Pss, pss, pss, pss, pss.

[steps approaching]

[Micky] Where is she?

Where is she, you fucking...

Fuck off with that Billy Casper routine.

-What have you done with his cat? -Why are you so fuckin' bothered?

-It was just a cat. -It was his cat.

You haven't?

Fuck's sake, Shane, you haven't?

Haven't what?

Haven't what?

It was sat on Cilla's face. What the fuck am I supposed to do?

Leave her?

[Micky] Where is she?

In the bin, where she belongs.

[Kelly] You bastard, Shane, you fucking bastard.

Oh...

[cries]

[sad music]

[Micky] They say I got a lot of water in my brain.

Got no common sense.

I got nobody left to believe in.

I used to think Freddie was singing about me when I heard that.

But I know I have.

And I know they're out there, just waiting for me.

All I have to do...

is find them.

-Jenny Taylor. -Jenny's going to be your carer.

[Bonnie] If you walk out that door, you won't be allowed back.

I mean it.

-Why do this? -I need someone.

You've got me.

[Libby] Parents, eh? Can't live with them...

-And you can't kill them! -[both laugh]

[Lillian] I can't do that. I just run things.

Suck off or you fuck off.

[Patty slurring] She's drugging me.

This rope's too tight.

Marry me.

-Would you like me to be the cat? -[Lillian] Yes, please.

Don't be frightened.

[Micky purrs]

[Lillian purrs]

Here's some milk.

You like that, don't you?

[Micky moans]