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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. -[cheering]

Party!

[intro music]

[intro music fades away]

[Jackson] Me dad used to take me and our kid to the countryside.

Didn't do owt, we had no money.

Bread didn't have time to go stale in our house, so the ducks missed out.

Just sat on the hillside and watched the clouds go by.

Didn't even talk.

[indistinct chatter]

[Connor giggles]

[Jackson] When I got older, we still weren't talking,

but that's because neither of us knew what to say anymore.

After a few more years, that stopped being a problem

because we couldn't bear to be in the same house as each other.

[both shout indistinctly]

[Jackson] I still don't know if we fell out because I hated the man

or because I realised I was slowly turning into him.

-[Carl] Dad! -Get your jollies elsewhere, dirty fucker.

[Jackson] Dad got the last laugh...

She's gushing!

[Jackson] ...because every now and again I open my mouth to speak

and he falls out.

Everything he said then, I say now.

[gasps]

[Letitia] Dad! -Get the fuck out of my house!

-[Dee screams] -[Letitia] No!

Take your stuff wi' ya!

[Jackson, Letitia shouting]

[woman] Mrs. Powell?

-[Jackson] Get out! -[Letitia] Dad!

I find you sniffing round her again and I'll cut your fucking...

Jackson!

[trails off] ...cock off.

Mary Twill, social worker.

It's about our Fostering application, Jackson.

We'll be ready for you next time. Won't be abusing any kids.

[Jackson] Yeah, we'll stop putting cigs out on Letitia.

Not that we smoke. Certainly not weed.

Or crack!

Look, what happened, that's...

that's not how I normally conduct meself. We conduct ourselves.

Let's start next time with a new slate, shall we?

[Avril] Yeah.

Thank you.

-[Avril] Bye. -[Mary] Bye.

Total over reaction, as per.

I caught some dirty bastard shagging our daughter,

-how should I react? -He's not some dirty bastard.

-They've been seeing each other for weeks. -Knew what they were doing in our home?

Better than doing it in some crack den in Gorton.

Having a boyfriend is a no-no,

but a fucked-up foster kid in the house is okay?

Language!

[sighs] You're only doing it cos you'll get paid.

I know you might find it hard to believe, but paid or unpaid,

some kids'd be grateful having someone give a fuck.

-[exaggerated sigh] Language! -Oi!

Where d'you think you're going? Back in the house!

Avril! Stella's got a temperature.

Err... blue bottle, top shelf, next to the sink.

-Two five mils, every four hours. -You're a star.

Oh! Is she asthmatic?

Er, no.

-[Jackson] How old are ya? -Dad, leave him alone!

Seventeen! We were only kissing!

She's 15, that's rape!

D'you wanna go on the Sex Offenders Register?

And that's assault, d'you wanna lose your job?

I'm telling the truth, nothing happened!

You lay one fucking finger on her and I'll--

-[mutters] Oh, fuck. -[Carl] Is this the one, Avril?

That's the one.

Lovely lad. Looking after his little sister.

Chicken pox.

What the fuck do ya think you're doing, ya cunt!

Stella's in there weeping and I don't mean crying!

Chicken pox could finish off a man of my years.

See you when she's scabbed over.

I want you home by 12, you bastard.

-[Carl] And sober! -It's not like this normally!

Everyone's gone mad today. Must be something in the water!

Avril, I put some ice on Stella's head and it's stuck.

[Stella crying]

-Am I Coleen Nolan? -No.

-Can I have a clue? -You're a shit interior designer.

-Lawrence Llewelyn Bowen. -No.

-Your wallpaper's crap. -[Mimi tuts]

[groans] Will you shut the fuck up!

-[Shane] Let's see what you've got. -We'll have to play for summat else.

-We're all skint. -Blowjobs!

-Busman's holiday. -What's the point, I get them anyway.

Right. Whoever wins the hand

gets to choose between Truth, Dare, Kiss, Command or Promise.

-It's a bit playground. -[Kelly] You being so fuckin' mature...

-[Karen] Yep? -All right.

On my count. One, two, three.

[grunts]

Read 'em and weep! [sighs contentedly]

[Jamie] Right. You two...

-Kiss. -[laughs]

All right.

-This hot for you? -[laughs]

[Shane shouts excitedly]

-Just a little clue. -Irish.

Freedom fighter or terrorist, depending on your politics.

-[Mimi groans] -Louis Walsh?

Daniel O' Donnell.

[Lillian] Dana. Bono. Val Doonican.

The Corrs. [tuts]

Boyzone!

[Carl] Home, now!

Promised Aidan he can go Chippy before it shuts.

I can't leave Stella on her own while she's sick!

-[slurring] Nanny state! You do it! -I'm her brother, not her dad.

And I'm on a promise. Now go!

-[Frank] Right, just let me... -[Carl] Go!

Carl, stop pushing... [cries out]

[Carl] Go home!

[clamouring, laughter]

[clubbers] ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy Birthday to you ♪

-♪ Happy Birthday, dear Sarah ♪ -[Frank sings along softly]

-♪ Happy Birthday to you! ♪ -♪ Happy Birthday to you! ♪

-[clubbers jeer] -[man] Fuck off, you bastard!

-[horn toots] -Ya bastards!

[grunts, groans]

[mumbles incoherently]

-[cries out] -[thud]

Stella. I've put her upstairs.

Frank's AWOL, Carl's at work, Aidan's learning the drums.

-Where's Letitia? -Revising round at Dee's.

I said she wasn't to see him again.

The best way of making her do the exact opposite.

-At least we know where she is. -We don't even know where he lives.

-You know they won't be revising. -I knew you'd worry,

so I gave her condoms and asked her to write the address down.

He's a lovely kid when you get to know him.

Apart from his name: Africa. No wonder he calls himself Dee.

He's shagging my underage daughter. I don't wanna fucking know him!

-Where you going? -[Jackson] Where d'you think?

Before looking after other people's kids, you wanna try looking after your own.

[drumming]

[letterbox rattles]

[indistinct laughter, chatter]

[Dee] Come on! Hey!

We always wanted two kids, didn't we?

A little boy. A son.

Well, a son of sorts.

-A foster son. -Might be another girl.

Look, I know how hard this must be for you to see your baby growing into a woman.

But... Dee's a great lad. You should get to know him.

[door opens]

Any chance you could keep Stella while I finish my shift? I'll pay ya.

-I'll put some Calamine on her spots. -[sighs] Cheers.

You talk some sense to him, Carl.

He seems to have forgotten what it's like to be young.

Must've been the same when you were their age.

That's the trouble. I was.

-Jackson, what the fuck you playing at? -Shh!

Letitia's new boyfriend,

new boyfriend who I found her doing the dirty with,

is probably my son.

A one night stand with Avril's best mate.

I knew she was pregnant, but thought she got rid of it.

-She told me she was going to. -You've gotta tell...

-Fuck! -I know.

Shagging your sister? That's like...

-me and our Debbie. -Avril'll kill me when she finds out.

Are you gonna keep schtum?

Say nothing and I let my daughter shag her brother.

Come clean and me marriage is over.

My wife leaves me, taking my daughter and my testicles with her.

Fuck, Carl.

I was a kid.

A stupid fucking... kid.

What do I do?

[gasps, grunts]

Don't move.

[stammers]

I had a few drinks and took some drugs. Sorry!

[Isaac] What sort of man does this?

I might be able to explain if I knew where I was.

Right now, my synagogue.

Ten minutes time, a police station.

Next week, hopefully in prison.

The law doesn't tolerate this sort of behaviour anymore.

What sort of... Look, look, look, just chillax..

-[cries out in fright] -I'm on my hands and knees

scrubbing my son's grave, day after day, ridding it of the filth

that you and your sort have daubed all over it!

[Frank] Whoa! No, no, no, no way.

No way on this earth would I...

[sirens in distance]

Look, look.

I am not an anti-semi-cist,

[stammers] I'm just a stupid drunk looking for shelter.

You're a religious man, obviously, show some mercy.

[sirens approach]

For the Lord's sake.

For my children's sake. [sobs]

Oh, God, If I'm incarcerated,

I don't know how they'll survive.

-[sobs disconsolately] Please, I beg you. -[doorbell rings]

I want to atone.

-Please, let me. -[knocking at door]

I lived like you.

As fast as I could go. Drink, women, gambling.

Oh, yeah, I don't do gambling so much now,

I'd sooner spend the cash on a dead cert: booze.

I drew the line at drugs, but my success in business went to my head

and I thought I was invincible. Untouchable.

But God reminded me that my sinful life came with a price tag.

How much?

The most precious thing in my life was taken from me.

Your car?

-Plasma telly? Your iPod thingy? -My son.

Three years ago.

Punishment for the way I'd lived my life.

Since then, I've done what I can to atone.

Gave up my job, my life of sin.

Bet your missus had summat to say about that.

She had sense. She'd left me years previously.

I work in the synagogue, live as good a life as possible.

I...

was put there

so you and I should meet.

I lived a godless life and lost my son.

My redemption is to help you keep yours.

It's so clear.

Have you got the stuff?

I owe ya.

-Aled Jones? -Will you stop fuckin' followin' me?

Bad news: Chinese Elvis is doing Burnley.

They can let us have two Thai Britney's for the same price.

-Tell 'em to fuck off. -[Karen] What about sacking the act?

Mate of mine can do us a Gold party,

it's a laugh and people can earn a few bob off their old jewellery.

Oh, hilarious! An evening of crack whores and choker chains.

You carry on having a laugh and leave the entertainment to me.

[Shane] Right, c'mon, show your cards.

-[Shane] Ooh! -[Jamie laughs]

-[Jamie] C'mon, girls, y'know the drill. -[Shane] Oh, dear.

-Don't you dare say kiss! -All right, all right. Command.

-I command you two to kiss. -[Karen sighs]

Get on with it.

There's summat weird about you even asking for this.

Every man's fantasy, two women.

-[Mimi] Hiya, love. -A bottle of lager, please.

-[Mimi] Yeah. -I'll get it, Mimi.

Two lagers. Any mate of Letitia's is a mate of mine.

Right, let's just get this straight: I stay here, free of charge?

Food and board.

And what if I say no?

I call the police and tell them I'd like to report a hate crime.

Oh, c'mon, it's hardly that!

How else would you describe vandalising a synagogue?

Erm...

Look, I know you were married and everything,

and forgive me for asking this, I have to...

cos marriage excuses no one the freak's roll call.

You don't bat for the other side, do you?

-And I'm not talking Palestinians. -I see we must start from the beginning.

I'm here to help you, but first, you're here to help me.

-How? -From sundown today till sundown tomorrow,

that's six to six, is the Sabbath.

I'm forbidden to do any work, which includes giving orders,

making requests.

That's where you come in.

So, for example I might say,

"It's a little chilly in here."

And you'd suggest?

Double glazing?

You'd say, "I'll put the heating on."

Oh...

[Isaac] I say, I'm a little hungry. You say?

I shall prepare a light snack, Isaac.

This is gonna work just fine, my friend.

-C'mon Frank, get 'em lit. -Paint me black and call me Benson.

This carpet looks dirty.

This carpet looks dirty.

-D'you think? -Drink? Yeah, don't mind if I do.

I'm a little peckish. You say?

"Mine's a double voddy, easy on the tonic."

Now I say, "it's Friday night, I'm parched."

-And you say? -"Hello police?

I want this man arrested for crimes against humanity."

[laughs] No...

Well, strictly speaking, it should be me calling the filth.

Kidnap and blackmail was still illegal last time I checked.

[Carl] Can't believe you'd do this to your own kid.

It's for my other kid. For Letitia.

Are you sure he's yours? She might've been with other men.

No, it was me she had in her sights and everyone knew it.

Used to knock back fellas left, right and centre.

Keeping herself free for me.

Her words, not mine.

-He's a really nice lad. -So Avril keeps telling me.

Works two jobs as well as school. If it wasn't incest, it'd be perfect.

Don't, Carl.

[sighs] Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You'll do what we agreed, yeah? Please.

We'll have Stella for the next three nights.

[Carl] Deal.

You can tell he's yours. Can't handle his ale.

-You do know I'm straight? -Need to be where we're going, fella.

[mischievous string music]

-Am I dreaming? -Wide awake, kid.

-Well, almost. -I can't feel my knees.

Try concentrating on another part of your anatomy.

You smell like toothpaste.

That's the second nicest thing anyone's ever said to me.

-[girl in next room] Oh, yeah. -I can't get up.

Well, that's why you pay a professional.

Leave it to me, cocker.

Let Kelly...

-work her magic.. -No, I can't get up.

-Can't feel my legs. -Lift your arm.

I can't.

[sighs] I can't!

[sobbing] I wanna see my girlfriend!

I don't think she'd wanna see you in this state.

[sobs] I need to see Letitia!

Letitia? Powell?

Bloody brain, Carl.

Wouldn't tell you if I didn't care about Letitia.

-I saw him going in off his tits. -[Kelly] This one belong to you?

-Found him passed out in Lillian's. -Lillian's?

You dirty bastard.

No offence, Kelly.

-None taken. -You better stay away from my daughter

from now on, you hear me?

[Kelly] Hey, no, no, you've got the wrong end of the doo-dah.

Poor sod walked in,

saw Trixie and the girls hosting a naughty NHS night

-and thought he were at the dentist's. -[wretches]

Kept asking for a root canal and crying for Letitia,

that's how I knew to bring him here. I think someone's spiked him.

I've got a punter waiting.

He's in no fit state to get home.

I'll take him. If we're quick, we'll catch the last bus.

[grunts with effort]

[soft, nostalgic music]

Alyah.

Well, well, well.

["Happy Days Are Here Again/Get Happy" by Judy Garland and Barbara Streisand]

[Frank laughs, mumbles to himself]

-[laughs] -You're a very bad man, Frank.

I see now,

clearer than ever.

You have to be stopped.

Tell ya dad to stop being a cunt and find us another drink.

-What did you say? -[Frank laughs]

-Joke. -[hysterically] Put...

that... down.

-[grunts] -Hey, I know you miss him an all that,

but, in lots of ways, you're lucky he's died.

He'd've only grown into a twat like mine did.

-[bang on door] -[Frank] Come on!

Don't go all Austrian dad on us!

-Let us out, eh? -I would love to, Frank,

but, as you know, I'm not supposed to do anything on the Sabbath.

So, you sleep it off and we'll sort you out tomorrow.

[to himself] Once and for all.

["No Woman, No Cry" by Bob Marley plays on stereo]

You told me you weren't keeping the baby.

You told me you'd love me forever.

So, what y'been up to?

Oh! Y'know. Same old, same old.

Got a son now. He's shagging his sister.

She's his half-sister. Not like they're breaking the law.

-Yes, they are. -No, they're not.

Your name's not on the birth certificate.

-Whose is? -Mr T.

They're still blood. I can't believe you knew about this

-and let it carry on. -Calm down, you'll wake him up.

What are we gonna do?

I looked at him tonight,

he's so fuckin' beautiful, it made me wanna cry.

I wanna be part of his life, but I can't do it to Avril. It'd kill her.

It's not all about her.

She hates your guts

and you've given me the one thing that she couldn't.

-We'll sort it. -[laughs]

We've got to split them up.

That way, you can still be part of his life.

Avril won't find out.

Be our little secret.

You're a teacher. We'll tell Dee ya part of the Duke of Edinburgh Scheme,

help him get into university.

-And splitting them up? -[scoffs]

I'll just tell him to look at the mother.

That should put him off.

-Why didn't you tell me you'd kept it? -Him.

It were none of your fuckin' business. Pretty clear where you stood back then.

She didn't deserve you.

We'd have been good... me and you.

And our son.

Me and you were a mistake.

You might as well have another. Last bus has long gone.

And we've got a lot of catching up to do, haven't we.

Morning, Daddy.

[baby cries]

[little girl giggles]

[bicycle bell rings]

[Stella crying]

What'll it be like here, with another kid under our feet?

[Avril] It'll be great!

You better get changed. The social worker'll be here any minute.

I dunno if I'm past me nappy changing days.

So, what exactly did you say you did last night?

When you took Dee back. What'd his Mum say?

Just thanks. Thanks very much.

Nice kid, though. Isn't he?

Lovely, yeah. Gentle kid.

Intelligent. Sensitive.

Bit of a looker, too.

His dad in, you said?

Yeah. We just took him straight upstairs, then threw him into bed.

Then me on a two seater. Hardly slept a wink.

[Carl's distorted voice] Dad! Dad, over here!

-[thumping] -[Carl grunting, panting]

Son!

Yeah, I know. [grunts]

Goatees are so 2005.

You okay?

[Carl] You get used to it.

You go and enjoy yourself, you've earned it.

[slurs] What about Stella?

Perilously close to death due to complications with chicken pox,

but... in good hands. You go and have a good time.

Hey... check some of them coats, might just get lucky.

Isaac.

Can you let me out, please? I really need the toilet.

[Jamie] Cheers, Mam.

Am I Dave, Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mitch and Titch?

God loves a trier.

-[Mimi] What about a Gold party? -[Jamie] What?

-A theme night, we'll do a Gold party. -Nice one.

God there must be an echo in here, because I said that yesterday.

No need to pull your face. If you don't like it, just say.

-I do like it-- -[Mimi] What's your problem?

You don't half get yourself wound up over nothing.

-You had your tablets today? -[Jamie] Eh!

What's up with you?

I was j... Nothing.

Kelly! Have you claimed your prize yet?

-[mutters] Fuck's sake. -[Shane] We asked for this.

What's up with you?

I think Jackson might be having an affair.

With a seventeen year old boy.

[scoffs] You need to cut downon the sherbets.

No chance. I can spot 'em a mile off, Avril.

[raucous laughter, cheering]

Er! You dirty bastards!

-[Kelly laughs hysterically] -See! They're all at it!

[cheering]

[Avril] What the fuck?

You've had my daughter, had my husband, wanna go for your hat trick?

-How could you even think that I'd-- -Look me in my eyes,

-and tell me you've not slept with him. -I haven't, I swear.

Then who the fuck wrote that on your back? Huh?

[Alyah] It wasn't him.

It was me.

-Last night? -No, not last night!

Nothing happened last night!

Is that true?

So, what the fuck's this all about?

[Alyah] Just something I had to tell ya.

Dee's his son.

Isaac?

I'm sorry I locked you in last night, but...

you had to be punished.

The way you talked about your children broke my heart.

-You haven't seen them. -You...

should count your lucky stars you still can.

-I am the victim here. -Oh, for once in your life,

tell the truth!

Atone for your sins, while you still have time.

[sobbing] Because there's no time left for me, Frank

and I can't take it anymore.

[sobbing disconsolately] I can't!

-Fucking hell... What? -[screaming angrily] Why...

couldn't you have taken me instead of him?

The sins of the father are visited on the children, Frank.

And he's punishing me, but I need it to stop!

What was his name?

[gut-wrenching sobs]

-His name. -Daniel.

Daniel. What happened to Daniel...

I don't think had much to do with God.

-You don't understand. -[groans with frustration] Just...

apply a little logic.

Right?

All the fuckin' nutters out there who've fathered sons...

right?

And have done despicable things,

y'know Stalin, Mussolini, Thatcher, Blair,

-I don't mean Lionel. -[laughs]

[Frank] Their kids weren't smited,

-were they? Struck down. -I sinned.

No. [laughs]

[chuckling] Fuckin' hell!

No, I've sinned.

[groans] Drugs,

drink, sex...

neglect,

I've thought about no one but me...

and I don't think I ever will.

[sniffs] Don't think I ever want to.

So... if anyone deserved a good smiting, it's me.

Don't arouse his anger, Frank.

Ooh! Well, come on, do your worst.

Go on!

But give this poor bastard a break, will ya?

[whispering] Whoa... Whoa! [laughs]

[sighs]

It wasn't your fault.

[soft piano music]

-[softly sobs] -[Frank] Oh, come here.

Hey... S'all right.

-Think we need time to ourselves. -I want her here.

Independent observer.

Innocent bystander if it gets rough.

-I just-- -[Kelly] Yellow card!

You no speaky, you listen.

Comprende?

You've always made me feel loved

and because of that, I can forgive you anything.

-We'll get over this. -That's what I--

Shh! You're not off the hook yet.

[Avril] You coulda come clean.

You coulda told me and made all that shit I put you through,

with the credit cards and the debt, balance out.

But no.

All the time you were wagging your finger at me,

you had your own dirty little secrets.

[sniffs] That's what kills me.

[sighs]I never meant to hurt ya. I'm sorry.

First thing I knew about Dee being mine,

was when I clocked Alyah was his mam and did some maths.

I could never have kept him a secret from ya.

You have to believe that.

And I'm truly... truly sorry.

I'll send our kid for me stuff.

You don't get to walk away after causing all this shit.

I tell you to fuck off if this isn't working out.

Which it will.

Thanks, Kelly.

I'll take Stella. You owe me a drink.

You owe me a lot of drinks. Lots.

[Frank] Lip, he's a great dad.

I've even got one with ginger hair too. Actually, he is fuck all to do with me.

What I'm saying is,

that you can't take the blame or the glory for your children's successes or failures.

But, you could be at home sharing those successes and failures.

And ginger's a recessive gene, by the way.

[laughs]

You're a decent man, Isaac.

I might not know me arse from me elbow, most of the time,

but I've got good antennae when it comes to human nature.

You're a good man. Wait.

This isn't much, but...

it might help ease your burden.

If you're not worrying about putting food on the table,

maybe it'll give you the time to rediscover and enjoy...

what's important.

[frantic music]

[knock at door]

Can I play drums at the reception?

My drums, can I play 'em at Letitia's wedding reception?

[suspicious music]

Leave yous to it. You've got a lot to discuss.

Light a cigarette on a candle, a sailor dies.

Oh, well, my vote's Captain Birdseye then.

He got younger and his face changed.

-Mimi, another. -Face or pint?

Money!

This'll do. Sixty quid?

It's worth ten times more than that and we both know it.

[Lillian] How dare you call me a cheat!

-[Frank] Lend us a tenner, Carl. -[Carl] Fuck off.

[Frank] I'll buy you one, sell this tomorrow and we'll all be rich.

-Clue, Mimi? -You're a lying twat.

Nick Clegg.

You are so fuckin' cheatin'!

-I can't do this much longer, Dad. -Eh?

Look after a kid, run the house, cook, clean.

-It was different when we was all at home. -Talk anon. Just going for a gypsies.

You, me. Rematch tonight.

-You should learn when to walk away. -Don't you wanna win your dignity back?

Come on, Jamie.

Don't come crying to me when you're lip locked with Lillian.

All right, and don't you back down at paying up when you lose.

-Swear. I want your word. -All right, you've got it.

[door bangs open]

-[Kelly] Carl! It's Stella, quick! -What's happened? What's wrong?

Don't panic, got to get her to hospital. Ambulance's here, have to go now.

[Mimi] I'll tell your dad.

-Frank, Stella's on the way to the-- -Hospital, I know, I heard it first time.

Best place for her, then.

-You're not going? -She's poxed up, I could catch it.

Then I'd be no use to anyone, would I?

And we couldn't have that, could we?

-Straight to voicemail. -[Jackson sighs deeply]

-They're too young to get married. -They're brother and sister.

[door closes]

-You're not invited. -To a wedding that can't happen?

[Dee] See, I don't want my son being born out of wedlock.

-[bluegrass music playing] -[baby cries]

-You can't keep it. -[Dee laughs]

Mam said that'd be the first thing out your mouth.

-I'm sorry I wasn't there-- -Implying I missed out on something?

I've done fine without you, thanks very much.

Straight As and I've got Uni on the horizon.

I don't smoke, take drugs,

oh... unless I get spiked by my biological father, of course.

-[Jackson] I was trying to protect ya. -You were denying my existence.

-No! -If anything'd happened

between me and Kelly, you'd've told Letitia

and she'd've binned me. Wouldn't ya?

You'd've let me walk out your life.

Never said a word to Tish. Or her mum. Wouldn't ya?

You're not sorry you was never there for me.

You're sorry you found me.

-Don't say that. -I'm sorry you found me.

Look what happened since you did.

That poor kid.

She's pregnant and we're gonna look after it.

I'm not pregnant.

-Then why lie? -That's rich coming from you.

Haven't even slept together.

-I saw you two sha-- -[Letitia] Kissing.

You saw us kissing.

I did tell ya.

You need to get your mind out of the gutter, Mr Powell.

[downbeat music]

I'll see you round, yeah?

Hope so. Never had a brother before.

[laughs]

[Avril] Dee...

You're welcome round here anytime.

Thanks.

Don't think that would do anyone much good though... do you?

-[sad music] -Oh, baby.

["Gold" by Spandau Ballet plays on stereo]

I'll put you in the hospital

if you don't go and see how your daughter is.

Carl's rang four times!

[groaning] All right. I hope you're aware of the risk I'm running.

Could finish me off if I'm infected.

We can but hope.

This gold party's a great idea of yours.

♪ You're indestructible ♪

♪ Always believe in... ♪

[sighs]

I'm not kissing Frank, inserting anything or doing shit with melons.

Apart from that, do your worst.

Looks like I'm kissing me mam or you.

Truth, Dare, Kiss, Command. And Promise.

♪ It's only two years ago... ♪

Is it true...

that you like it when I do this?

Mm-mmm.

I dare ya...

to unzip.

Mam...

Maguire word count for nothing then?

♪ Gold, always believe in your soul ♪

♪ You've got the power to go... ♪

Now...

Kiss.

♪ ...that you are gold Glad that you're bound to return... ♪

-You ready for your command? -Mm-mmm.

I command you...

to give me my pub back.

What?

Sign back the right of attorney you took from me when I was ill.

[groans] Go away.

Bad enough you stole it in the first place,

a fucking outrage that you kept hold of it,

forcing me to resort to this stupid fuckin' game

-to even get you to talk about it. -[whimpers] What's it matter?

-You gave your word. -Ah...

-The pub is mine... -[grunts]

...and until you swear you'll return it...

[Jamie moans lustfully]

...you ain't getting your bollocks back!

[slurring] Stella.

-Ste-- -[toy squeaks]

[whispers loudly] Stella...

[babies crying]

Stella, can you hear me?

[nurse] Get him away from the kids.

[Frank stammers] I'm just trynna see me daughter!

Stella Gallagher.

Just... [groans]

Just tell me that she's okay, yeah?

You're too late, she's gone.

She only had chicken pox.

[Isaac's words echo] The sins of the father are visited

on the children, Frank!

The sins of the father are visited on the children, Frank!

[Frank sobs]

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. [sobbing]

-Where the fuck were you? -I know... I know!

-If I could turn back the clock. -Oh, fuck off!

[Frank grunts in pain]

You're a selfish, self-centred, piece of shit!

All you do, all you've ever done, is fuck people over.

Your family, your own kids.

I needed ya, Stella needed ya!

I've had it, Dad. I've had it.

[sobbing] If I could turn back the clock,

do a deal with God to put it right, I would!

You been on the gin?

Always like this when he's been on the gin.

A sentimental, maudlin twat.

[Frank] It's God's judgement.

My penance for my sins is to live with her death on my conscience

till the day I'm called to answer for it. [sobbing]

And that's right. All your fault.

-Don't know how you live with yourself. -[Stella cries]

[Carl] Fuck's sake, Stella, we had him on the ropes then.

She's alive?

-Stella's alive? -[Carl] Temperature spiked, she had a fit.

Doctor said she's fine now.

[laughing joyfully] She's alive!

[slurring] She's alive!

[gasps] She's...

[Jackson] A mate of mine said I should write me dad a letter.

Sort all the shit out before he died cos if I didn't, I'd regret it.

Not long after, I passed me dad in the street.

For less than a second, we looked at each other.

Then we both looked away like we were complete strangers.

He'd let me go.

When you have your own, you realise how hard that is.

I know now that every shitty comment or put down me dad made

was cos he loved me.

He couldn't help himself

cos he was terrified I'd fuck me life up like he had.

But it don't make it right.

That's the same excuse those nutters make

who kill their kids before topping 'emselves.

I did it because I loved 'em.

If you're that fucked up, do 'em a favour and get out of the way.

Cos as hard as it is, if you wanna be part of their lives,

you've got one option.

That's to stand on the side lines and cheer them on.

Where there is darkness, I shall bring the light.

Jesus is doing no harm.

[muffled screams]

-[grunts in pain] -[Kelly] Marty!

[Shane] Some perv's buying you a plant as a thank you for paying to fuck ya?

Wasn't a perv, it was Marty.

-[screaming and moaning] -It's an orgy!

[Lillian] I've gone mobile. Couldn't get a punter past the God Squad.

[Micky] Got another poster? It's just for... college.

-[Chesney] What do we do? -Go round and nail them.

-Kill Jesus? -I can't call that off!

[Patty] You can't call it off.

[voice echoes] But I... can!

Nice try.