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Man: It was shanks here
that, eh, managed to drag me

kickin' and screamin'
in my first a.A. Meetin'.

And I sat there--
not a happy chappy--

I just wanted
out of that place.

The top table was this guy
with all these scars on his
face,mean, mean lookin' bastard.

And he was tellin' us how--

he started off by tellin'
us how he stabbed this
postman,and he got life for it.

And all the time this guy was talking,
I just--i just looked at this guy

and looked at shanks
and thought,

what, so,
that's an alcoholic?

I mean, this guy, he'd done
his 15 years in the jail.

Then they put him
in a hostel on his lonesome--

no support, nothin'.
He takes to the booze.

The booze lead to the jail.
The jail back to the hostel.

Hostel to the booze.
Booze to the jail.

And this poor bastard's on this fuckin'
choo-choo train.Through the gutters.

But even as he's tellin' us all
this,did I give a monkey's? Did I fuck.

I sat there
with a big grin on my face,

looking at shanks like, what,
so, that's an alcoholic.

And this poor guy's life
gets even worse.

He ends up on the street--

gangrene, ass hanging
out of his trousers.

Asleep in his own vomit.

Utter misery and I did not
give a toss.

'Cause I shoot coins
with these poor unfortunates,

and as soon
as I walked out that door,

I thought, my name is Joe.

And thank fuck
I amnotan alcoholic.

5 years later,
my second meetin',

shanks once again
dragged me to it.

5 very, very long
miserable years.

I'm there,
because I couldn't say--

I couldn't take the "not"
out of that sentence.

I couldn't say
9 simple words--

my name is Joe,
and I'm an alcoholic.

There was a wee woman
there that night--

tiny, tiny,
wee frail woman--

who whispered--
whispered everything.

And she said something
that was so simple,

she says, "I can no longer
drink with safety."

And that really touched me.

Even in the state
I was in,

and I was
in ideal state,

and she looked me right in the
eyeballs.And she said, "remember, you are
not alone."And I looked at this woman,

and I thought,
you're me?

This wee woman
gave me the courage

to start the 12 steps
with shanks there.

And I'm not stupid.

I know that I've got
a long way to go.

I take one day at a time.

And i--and I pray.

And I just hope to Christ
I get through it.

And I know there could be
all sorts around the corner,

but I'm really,
really glad to be here.

And I'm very grateful
to be sober.

Thank you.

[Clapping]

Open up! Police!
Nobody move!

We've got you surrounded!

[Yelling]

Move!

Fuckin' run!

Hey, how come I never see you
run like this on the pitch?

Joe!

You're such
a fuckin' ass![Indistinct yelling]

Move. We're late.

Fuckin' done
my leg in now.

That's the best
that could happen to you.

That was fuckin'
out of order.

What? What? Coulda said I was a
soldier.That could have been worse.

Greg, come on son.

Fuck's sake, man. Who you doin'
that to?Come on. Come on. Move.

What is these?

Oh, for fuck's sake.

What kinda stain
is that?

Franz beckenbauer wouldn't be
seen dead in something like
that.Who's--who's totally idea stripes?

No wicked.
Billy here.

It wasn't me. It was dog brought them
out.Fuck off! It was zulu's mullet ration

so you can blow it
out your ass.

Aw, that's shite.
Leave it to me, guys.[All talking at once]

There he is.
Fuckin' zulu.

Don't follow him,

just keep going,
Joe!

Just fuckin'
leave him, man.

Christ, bastard,
look at my shirt!

You were supposed to wash these, you
ducking poof.[Indistinct yelling]

Joe: Bye-bye, zulu!

Just fuckin'
leave him, man!

Yeah!

Where's sepp maier?

Oh, sepp maier said he's cashin' his
gyro, Joe.Says he's meet us up there--

thought he would
meet us anyway.

Where's Liam?

At a bookie's.
Fuck's sake.

I think it's great he's
nearly made it in time.

Pesh, man,
where are they?

Great, here you are, boy. How
you doin', man?Hey, lads, come
on. Get the fuck out of there.

Move it!

[Horn honking]

Hey, perfume, get Liam
and scrag come in here.

With the fancy
shades and all that,

were you expecting
sun to come out?

Hey, was it
something I said?

Your music is shite.

Let's go, man.

Come on. Where's Liam?

I don't know where's Liam.
I don't know.Where's Liam?

Hey, hey.
Where's the snaps

oh, the snap shirt.
The snaps.

Got in that pipeline.
In the pipeline.

I'll give you pipeline. I'll
stick one up your fuckin' hole.Go
on in there. Shanks, my man.

[Horn honks]

Christ almighty!

Jesus Christ!

What the fuck!

Fuckin' bitch.

[Engine starts]

[Indistinct chatter]

Oh, hey,
look at this one.

There's the woman that
tried to kill us all.

[Laughing]

[Cheering]

Dropped her rolled paper.
Oh, what a sweetheart.

How are you, Liam?

Hi, Joe.
There's your uncle Joe.

Hey, you want
a hand there?

Thanks a lot.

Tell me, darlin', did you
lose a dog back there?

What dog?

Your gay dog.

Don't need a gay dog,
thank you very much.

Do you know you
that you nearly wasted

110 million pound worth
of talent there?

Aye, you're right.
I need a gay dog.

Hey, come on,
move it, you.

Look, just
stay where ye are.

Move it, Liam,
we've gotta go.

Don't you dare, Liam,
listen,

did you wanna walk up the
stairs and sleeping in?

Is he upstairs?
Ready?

Can you do us a favor,
darlin'?

Can you take the wee Scott up to
his mom, please, will ya?Yeah,
but I'm goin' to see Liam as well.

What?

I've got to see Liam as well.
Liam, move it in the van.

He's not goin' anywhere.

He's goin' in the van. He's not
goin' anywhere--Lassie, he's
got a really important game.

Look, I've got to see Liam and sabine
with Scott.Listen, we have to make
an appointment to see you, right?

Liam!

So why don't--

why don't you just make an appointment
to see us?I'm a health visitor.

Oh, really, I thought you were a
drivin' instructor.That's very funny.

Listen, listen, seriously, seriously,it's
a really important game today.

The tournament thrown
is with a league.

D'you know what I mean? It's that
serious.Oh, that serious-- Liam!

Aye, it is that serious.

Jesus, man, look,

I don't want you to take
this too personally,but
sometimes I think you people

just think the sun
shines out your arse.

I know it's just football, but it's
important to us.Do you know what I mean?

Now, Liam, Liam,

I want you to make an appointment
with her, all right?Aye. No, I
mean it. You stick to it, ok?

I will, I will.
Yeah?

Ok, I don't want you missin' this,
Lassie.Don't call me a Lassie.

Well, excuse me,
Mrs. Magoo.

See you later, Scott.
See ya's.

[Children singing]

Joe: Hey, in the van,
in the van.

[Scott singing]

[Chatter]

Mojo! Tattie!

Scrag!

[Whistle] Mojo, tattie, scrag, up here.

Come on, guys.

Hey, come on,
carry it out.

Remember last time
how these bastards beat us.

Right, cause we didn't
keep our shape,

and we played
like a bunch of wussies.

Know what I mean,
so this time,

I want you to get really out amongst
'em.And don't give them any time.

They needn't get
any time on the ball

soon as somebody gets
on the ball,

close 'em down, all right?

Keep your shape. Keep your
shape all the time, men.

Keep that passing game goin'.

Right?

Right--clock this mob.

They got on the same
stripe as us.

[Indistinct grousing]

Nancy fucks.

[Indistinct grousing]

How come they got
taught as this?

Referee, we always
play in west--

we're always west Germany.

You lot couldn't organize a bloody
peg night.What you talkin' about?

Who's the away team?

We're the away team.
You're away team.[Indistinct grousing]

Hey, mojo! Mojo,
get fuckin' back, man, here.

We fucking
wear black and white,

they wear red and black.

They always wear red and black.We've
always wore these fuckin'
stripes.[Indistinct grousing]

You're the away team,
take the shirts off.It's fuckin' freezin'.

They play
in red and black.

Listen,
the rules of the game

state that home team--

oh, then, right, ok,

we'll get our shirts off.

Just take your
shirts off.

Ok, we'll take their
shirts off.

[Indistinct grousing]

I've been Franz beckenbauer
for years, by the way.

If you're Franz beckenbauer,
I'm a tooth fairy.

Just get a strap off
now, Franz.

Lover man, aye.

Lover boy...

[Whistle blows]

Joe: Then come on,
lads.

[Indistinct chatter]

[Whistle blows]
Come on, men!

Hey, come on,
I want their ass.

[Whistle blows]

Pass it.

[Shouting]

[Clapping]
[Whistle blows]

Can you get something
about this cunt?

What? What?

[Chattering]

What's the matter?

Guy's fuckin' pullin' my shorts
off.Oh, Jesus, mojo, it doesn't matter

he's pullin' your tie,
just go on with it.

[Shouting]

[Cheering]
[Whistle blows]

Aw, fuck,
great.

That's an example.

Look. That's an example?

Look what they did.

No, not the point.

Hasn't even crossed the line.
What?Hadn't even gotten an ear off of
the back.The documents find a seal yet?

Yeah...

[Indistinct]

What is cow say?

Moo.
Moo.

Ooh, too big.

And came like a cow
and said moo.

He did.

Ah, that's
a good boy.Good.

That's smashing.

Sco it's full.

Ok, Scott, can you do somethin' else
for me?We'll take this away, right.

Could you draw me
a lovely picture?

On this bit of paper?

And I'll talk to mommy?

Ok? Sabine, this is just
a preschool check up.

Pre--
right.

He's had all his jags, has he?Well, his
next jag to get is his preschool booster.

Ok, but you'll get a card
through the door for that.

Just go down the clinic
and get that.

Em, and...

Oh, yeah, has his testicles dropped ok?

What do you mean?

Em, are his wee balls
hangin' down all right?

I think so,
don't know.

Right.

[Scott yells]
[Gasps]

That's wonderful.

That's brilliant.

He's gonna do really
well at school, aye?Aye.

Hey.

Liam reads to him
every night.Does he?

Aye, see, Joe that runs the football
team,he brought me color books,
and any other messes.He get bored
with the same patches all the time,

so Liam just makes up
stories about stuff.

No, I mean, it's about mine
we all know this.

[Chuckling]
Well, that's good.

We'll all have it,
and I mean it's funny.

Ah, that's great,
that's fantastic, eh?

It's me like somethin'.

[Scott mutters]

It is.

It's always me.

Oh, well.

Ok.

Well,
it's too great.

Really. No worries.

You'll get cash.

Hundreds.
Ha ha ha.

Hundreds
and hundreds.

Feels like I've been
5 hours of Mike Tyson.

Oh, listen, lad.
3 months ago

you weren't anything
but a half-trained pup.

Hey, well,
talk to me.

What's up? Talk to your old uncle Joe.

I don't know, Joe.

What?

I don't think I can cope.

Wish I'd been in that.

Listen, man, you've got to hang
on, there.One day at a time.

I know, you tell me--

just keep the faith, boy, just keep
the faith.What? You want to go back to
being some junkie bastard?It's getting
fuckin' harder to handle the rest.

I know, I know.

Hold on a minute, Joe.

What?
Pull in.

Pull in.
Stop here. Stop--

pull in here.

Fuck, it's mcgowan's police.What?

Hey, come on, help me hand off.Hey,
no, no. Stay there, you know what?I'll
need a witness, [indistinct] Does
he?Please trust me on this, Joe.

No, wait.

[Whistling]

[Indistinct shouting]

Hey, you want
a hand?

Don't be so mean,
lass.

You've not got a home
to go to?

Should be in gold,
fair as you are.

Very funny.

Can I ask you
a personal question?

[Sighs]

How long you been running aboutwith all
this wallpaper here, about?Couple of days.

'Scuse me?

Right. 2 weeks.

Is this a survey?

Here.

Give you my phone number and I'll tell
you what,I'll do the whole caboodle
in one weekend.What do you say?

And also an offer around your neck,balls
your eyesore. What do you say?

What are you talking about?

Well, you're running about with all
this stress,all this what. And i'm
just gone insane then, bugger all.So
I'll decorate your place for you.

Why chance it?
Name's Joe.

And I run
your football team.

Sarah.
The sun shines out my arse.

So I heard.

[Car door slams]

[Engine starts]

[Indistinct chatter]

So, hold on,
I'll get the address, eh?

So what
are you looking for?

We're looking for-- so I guess--uh,
you're looking for 64 high street.

This is 40 bucks?

Yeah. Can we put
our heads together, man?

Not gonna argue
with the money, man.

Never hung wallpaper.

My arse.

Belongs to you. I've not hung a strip of
wallpaper in my life.You ringing me up?

No, I'm not
ringing you up.

Shanks, you'd better be ringing me up.What
do you mean, you've never hung wallpaper?

Seriously.

Well, who the fuck
are mold and sid?

Oh, that was us. I mean, that
was sid did all the heavy
stuffwhen I knackered my back.

It's all about specialization.
You do the--you do the paper,
and I'll paste. We'll be cool.

Oh, my arse, man.

I'll do the paste and you do
the paper,and I just hope to
Christ it's not a ceiling.Well,
if it's a ceiling, we're fucked.

Shanks?

I've been in the game
a while.

I just tell you, in my
experience, it's not a good
ideaputting paper on the ceiling.

No, not in these
old houses.

No.

Yeah, but i--i mean, I just thoughtif
we put the lining paper up to cover
the cracksand then paint over it?

Well, that sounds all
right in theory, but...

I don't know.

It should be ok.

Who--who--
who's upstairs?

Eh...a couple of students.

Students?

Nah,
it's not so good.Bad news, bad news.

You're talking about
parties and stuff.

Sarah, you'll get
a lot of vibration.

A lot of people don't realize how delicate
these old ceilings are.Do you know?

Plus there's the mines around
here.Aye, and there's the continuous,
uh, uh...Settlement. Settlement.

You know? I mean,

you--you look from the window to the
door there...I mean, that's a big slope.

And I'd give it,
what, oh,

3 months before the wallpaper
started coming down.Shanks:
If that. If that, you know.

Yeah?
Aye.

There may be no point in it, to be
honest with you.I mean, it's all right--

we can do it.

Jeez, he's 10 years in the
game.He's wallpapered many ceilings.

It's no trouble
putting the paper up,

but, I mean,
to be honest with you,

it's what we in the trade call a bristle
number.Totally. It's a paint job.

Yes. It's definitely
rustic, you know?

Ok.

Ok, you're the experts.[Chuckles]

Well...that's good. Right.

I'll leave you to it,
all right? Ok?

All right, see you.

[Door closes]

[Laughing]

Rustic?

Stupid.

Shanks and Joe: ♪ driving across
the country ♪♪ and getting fat ♪

♪ saying everything is groovy ♪

♪ while your tires are flat ♪

♪ and it's ♪
hi ho, silver lining ♪

♪ and away you go now, baby ♪

♪ I see your sunny side-- ♪

Would you like a cup of tea?

[Laughing]

Aye, sweet, thank you.

I'll just put it down here,
all right?

Great.
Excellent. Biscuits.

Joe: Are the biscuits ours?
Yeah.

Oh, nice one.

Cheers.
Thank you.

♪ Have a drink and... ♪

Get a health and safety officer down
here.♪ ...And see what you can buy ♪

♪ chh chh, chh chh, ♪
chh chh chh chh ♪joe. Joe.

[Humming]

That cunt's
from the social.

No.

Aye. The cunt's from
the fuckin' social. The fuckin' social.

[Door opens]

What's going on?

Oh, he's--
he's running like fuck.

What is it?

Ah, Jesus, it's a guy from
the social taking pictures.Oh, nightmare.

Give me the fucking camera!

Joe!
What's he gonna do?

Give me the camera!

Give me the fucking camera!

What are you doing?

Stop that! That's enough!

Give me the camera!
That's enough!

That's government property.

That's government property.
What?

Government property?
I'll give you government
property.Look, it's just my job.

Just your job?

Do you goose-step
as well?

Is that part of your job, you scum
fuck?!Come on, look. Very funny.

Ok. Hey, I'm calm.

I'm not gonna hurt you.
Just come on out.I don't believe you.

What?
I've got a bad heart.

You've got a bad heart? I do first-aid.You
come out here and I'll give you

a special fucking heart massage,
you scum bastard!I'm gonna tell
everybody what you are, you fuck!

What are you doing
to my car?

That's
government property!

[Shouting]

You're a nutter!

That crazy-- he hit him with a
brush!That's fucking assault!

I'm gonna report you!

Hey--

Shit.

[Dog barking]

Somebody must
have stuck you in.

Who's gonna do that?

Ah, it's sad, but there's some
dirty bastardwho's always willing
to do their bit, you know?

I don't think so.

Well, either that
or he followed you.Oh, what, for 20 quid?

Hey, look, you're gonna have
to do something, Joe.They're
gonna have you in court.

They're gonna
cut your dole money.

Shanks, you're not telling me
anything I don't know, ok?All
right? I mean, I know that.

Well, it was funny.

Well, it's not funny now.

How are youse getting on?

Fine. Nearly there.

There's some pizza
ready, too, if youse...

Oh, not for me, darlin'.
I'm on night shift.

He'll hang about.
He'll have some.

He can have mine. You
like pizza, don't you?

No, you're all right, ta.

You're welcome.

Thanks.

He likes pizza, darlin'. He's just
bein' a bit shy.Youse two hang about.

There you are, then.

Well, what do you think
of that?

Sarah: Well,
the end's in sight.

What do you think?

It was a split decision.

He's not just a decorator.

You can actually park your bike. You know?

Fuckin' yul brynner with
the axe through his head.

Go on and fuckin' pull up your
breeches. Excuse the language.

Sorry.
Thanks.

You're...seriously embarrassing
the woman.Wouldn't have you putting
off your pizza on my account.

[Sarah laughing]

White man,
hammersmith palais.

Clash.

[Laughing]

Hong Kong garden.

Eh, siouxsie
and the banshees.

Eh...

Blockbuster.

Sweet--

um...

Puppy love.

Eh, oh, jeez, Donny osmond.

Eh, girls...Girls?

Girls?

Girls. Aye.

As in girls, girls, girls?
As in--aye, aye.

Oh, oh. Hmm, no.

[Ding]
Duran Duran.

What?

Wasn't it?
No!

[Laughing]

See, once I get past the early
seventies, I don't get it.Um, right...

Eh, stand by your man.

Oh, uh, ♪ sometimes it's hard
to be a woman ♪♪ giving all
your love to just one man ♪

♪ you'll have good times, ♪
you'll have bad times-- ♪

Er...er...ah...

[Ding] Tammy wynette! Tammy wynette!

No!

Tam--i got there just before--bell rang
first. Bell rang first!I got that just--

I got Tammy
and you went bong!You can't sing!

I can sing!

[Telephone rings]

That's a bit harsh, I can't sing.You
don't like that? It's good.[Ring]

[Ring]

Hello?

Sarah: I'm ok.

[Sarah indistinct]

[Laughing]

It's fine. It really
goes with the room.

Fine.

This your da?

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, he looks like you wouldn't mess
with him, eh?[Laughs] he's a big man.

Big guy.
That your mum?

Yeah. And me.

Yeah, Jesus,
the resemblance...

[Sarah laughs]

So, are they still on the go?

No. And my dad died
14 months ago.

And my mum died
when I was a teenager.

Oh, sorry to hear that.

Have you got any family?

Me? No.

No. Aye, aye!

Jesus, how could I forget
my family?

Of course I've got a family.

[Sarah laughs]

Yeah. You like to see a
photograph?Big family I've got.

All boys.

There we are. Sunday best.

[Laughs]

My god.
The dream team.

Yeah.

Very nice.

Not quite house-trained
yet.Oh, well. Cheers.

I don't drink, Sarah.

Why didn't you say?

I'm an alcoholic.

Oh...

How long
have you been off?

About 10 months.
Nearly a year.

Right.
Have you had any help?

I'm in aa.

Right.
It's good.

Long way to go.

I'm too nosey,
aren't I?

No, it's all right.
No, it's good.

It's fine. I like it.

You're direct,
don't mess about.

Hey, I'm out of here--poof.

Time I was up the road.

Ok, thanks again.

Thank you.
Thanks for the pizza.

Oh, you're welcome.

Thanks for the company.

Welcome.

And, eh...

Yeah. Yeah. You've been really
good, considering, uh...Considering
you've never hung wallpaper before.

Is there any point in lying?

Uh, wait,

I'll get my stuff.

Ok, I'll just see you...

Is that everything?

Aye. Shanks took the rest.

What you gonna do
about the dole?

It's another of life's
wee adventures, isn't it?

Oh, your money.

Right. Ok, cheers.

I'll see you.
See you later.

Yeah.

Bye.

Bye-bye.
Cheers.

Check.

[Clears throat]

Ask her out.

What?

Ask her out.

Fuck's sake.

I'll ask her down to the pub
for 15 pints of diet coke.

The pictures?

No, can't sit still
that long.

What's it a meal for two
these days?

20, 25 quid.

Kidding me on?

Ah, fuck, we can forget
about it, then.Oh, financials, man.

She's got a wee car, a job,

a check at the end of
every month, the pension,

her own house.

I'm a 37-year-old man.

I'm 38 next year
and I've got fuck all.

Joe kavanagh--
that's all I've got.

Ten pin bowling.

I'm not ready for this, man.

I really don't think
I can cope with this.

I'm glad you were using
emulsion, Mr. Kavanagh.

They've had a job
getting the paint off that.

You recognize
that writing?

No.

Are you sure?

Positive.

Do you know
a miss downie?

No.

Funny.

She seems to know you.

"Dear sir, I would like to
point out that Mr. Joe kavanagh

"is a personal friend who carried
out work in my flat on may 1st.

No money exchanged hands."

Blah, blah, blah.

"Yours sincerely, miss Sarah
downie."She's prepared to sign
an affidavit to save your bacon.

We're stopping your money
for this week.

You can appeal
if you want.

Receptionist: Just one second,
please. Thank you.Who was
your doctor, miss Hobson?

Right, Dr. Clegg.

Uh-huh, right. Well, can I have
your phone number, miss Hobson?

9-7. Ok, he'll be in touch.
Thank you. Bye-bye.

I've been waiting here
over 20 minutes

for a prescription.

I know.

[Telephone rings] It's getting beyond a
joke--i know. One second, Mr. Hammond.

Hello. Could you hold the line,
please?I've been waiting that
long, rigor mortis is beginning
to set in.I know, Mr. Hammond.

Honestly, it's gone through just for a
signature.I haven't got long to live.

Please sit down. It'll be 5
minutes.And you can assure me
I'll get a prescription this
week?Absolutely. Keep holding, please.

Ok. It'll be straight out.

Can I help you?

Yes. Sarah downie?

Ah. Is it about the parenting skills
class?No. Just tell her it's a friend.

Can I have your name,
please?

Kavanagh.

Kavanagh.

Well, I know she's busy
up until...Um...Is it Joe?

Aye.
Uh-huh.

Why don't you--

she's just down at the end of the corridor
there.See the door just facing you?

Uh-huh.
The one on the right?

Just go down and pop your head
in the door.Thank you. All right.

Cheers.
No problem.

Hello. Mayfield health center.

Sorry to keep you.
How can I help?

Can I have your name,
please?

Jesse Jamison?

[Baby crying]

Sarah: Cleaning the boys.
Well, um...When--another thing
when you're cleaning the wee
girls,um, it's not a good idea

to use talcum powder
on the wee girls,

because it gets inside
the wee girl's vagina,

and it's very,
very hard to clean,

and it can
cause an infection.

But the wee boys--
the wee boys are fine.

Yeah.

I'll...
2 minutes?

I'll head...

No, just 2 minutes.

Ok.
Sorry...I'll wait outside.

Joe!

Joe!

Hi.
Hi.

I'm sorry for barging in like that.Thanks
for sending that letter to the social.

Not bad.
How'd you get on?

They docked my week's money,

but I thought it was
gonna be a lot worse.So thanks a lot.

You're welcome.

So you're busy in there?

Oh, I know. It's mobbed.

Crazy?
Yeah.

I know you're busy
and stuff.

I just wanted
to tell you, so...

Thanks a lot.

You're welcome.

Good day.
See you later.

Bye!

You fancy, eh...
Coming bowling sometime?

What?

Ten pin bowling.

Fancy it?

Can I think about it?

Aye, sure. Sure.

You still
got my number?

Aye.

Ok. Well, give us a phone if you
fancy it.All right. Ok. I got it.

See you there.
Bye!

I'm not going.

What did you say?

I'm not going.

Come on, Sarah. Why not?

'Cause he's a bit wild.

He's a bit wild. And what's
wrong with ten pin bowling?

I've never done it before.

So what?
It's not an art form.

You just go, you roll a
few balls down the thing,

have a few drinks,
have a laugh, go home.

So what?

I'm not going.

Oh, you're joking!

I'm not goin'.

♪ When I die ♪
and they lay me to rest ♪

♪ gonna go to the place ♪
that's the best ♪

♪ when I lay me down to die ♪

♪ going up ♪
to the spirit in the sky ♪

♪ going up to ♪
the spirit in the sky... ♪

Way to go.
Way to go.

♪ When I die ♪
and they lay me to rest ♪

♪ gonna go to the place ♪
that's the best ♪

Ah...

Ahh...

Good one!

♪ Prepare yourself, ♪ you know it's a
must ♪♪ gotta have a friend in Jesus ♪

♪ so you know ♪
that when you die... ♪

[Both talking at once
and laughing]

Do you want a cup of tea?
Do you want--

no, no, I'm fine.
I'm fine.

Ok.

All the same,
thanks very much for tonight.Thank you.

It was good. It was fun. I liked
it.All right. See you. See you.

Joe!
Yeah?

Joe, listen here!

Take this.
What?

You'll not get a bus. Catch a
taxi.Aye, take it. I can't take that.

I won't take your money,
Jesus.

Don't be daft.
Come on, take it.

I'm ok. I'm all right.

I don't need the money!
Come on, take it![Door slams]

Sarah: Shit.

Have you got
your keys in there?

[Sighs]
I can't believe this.

Aye.

Better phone
a locksmith's, then.

It's a bit late.
We'll never get one.

Let's see.

Want me to kick
the door in?

No. No.

So--so what are you
going to do?

[Sighs]
I may sleep in the car.

How can you sleep in the car?
You left your keys in there.Shit.

Look, come on. This is--this is
daft.Look, come and stay at my place.

Hey, that wasn't a come-on.

You sleep in the bedroom,

I'll sleep
in the sitting room, ok?

Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure.

Ok.

Good.

Joe: Ok.

[Door closes]

Right. Uh...

This is the bedroom.

Sorry about the mess.

Uh...

Bathroom's in there.

I'll get you a towel...

For the bathroom.

There's a pair of pajamas
for you if you want.Uh...

There you go.
I'll just...

Change the...
Change the sheets.

That's all right.

[Sarah laughs]
Uh...

Can I have a cup of tea?

Sure, sure.

Of course. Of course.
Sorry. Here.

[Laughs]

This is the sitting room.

Uh...

Go in, grab a seat.

You sure
it's tea you want?

Tea, please. Just milk.

I can make you a coffee.

No, tea's great.

Just milk.
Just milk?

Ok.

Joe?
Yeah!

Is it ok
if I put some music on?

Sure, go ahead. Yeah.

[Water running
in kitchen]

[Classical music playing]

The dream team?

Aye. Our one and only
victory.You were in a band?

Yeah.

Won the local talent contest and
everything.All right. Go and grab a seat.

Are you cold?

Um...
Yeah?

Yeah.
I'll put the fire on.

It's lovely, isn't it?

Aye. Brilliant.

Reminds me
of my crazy days.

Why?

Oh, I can't tell you. You'd
think I was a nutter.[Laughing]
it's a bit late for that, too.

[Both laugh]

Well, uh...Um...

There was one day
when I woke up...

Absolutely desperate
for a drink,

totally skint.

So I went to a music shop

and I stole this whole
bundle of cassettes,

took them down the pub
and sold them off.

And the lot went--

you know, country western, pop. I mean,
everything--all went-- except for this.

It was 25 pence.

So I took it home,

I got pissed...

As was my wont.

And, uh...Stuck it on.

And it was just...

Magical.

There was something
about it.

My own space,
my own dreams, you know?

Anyway...

I still play it these days

just to...Remind me
of what I was, you know?

What I might be.

What made you stop drinking?

Why do you want to know?

Well, it must have been a big
turning point in your life, eh?

I'm quite scared
to tell you.

Why?

I think there's a strong
chance you may hate me if I do.

Don't be daft.

There's a girl
I used to drink with.

Rhona.

We lived together,
on and off.

In my mind
I loved her.

In her mind
she loved me.

That's where it stopped.

We were both
just tangled up,

clinging on
like grim death.

Anyway, we used to have these
really terrible arguments...

I mean,
always really fierce.

We used to
tear each other apart.

But it was never
physical...

Ever.

Anyway,
one day we went to largs.

It was a great day.

Weather was really good.

Walked along the beach, being stupid,
you know.And of course I had a drink.

I'd been a lot drunker.

On the bus on the way
back I had a kip.

And I don't know, maybe
that's where it started.

Because when I woke up...

When we were walking
up the close

in the shithole
where we stayed...

And this cloud
had just descended.

Really, really dark.

And suddenly
I hated her.

I hated me.

I hated that shithole.

Oh, fuck. Holy...

So I tried
to open the door,

put the key--
key in the lock,

and the stupid--i mean,
it was so stupid--

the key,
it wouldn't go in.

It wouldn't go in.
It was the lock.

I had meant to fix it
and never got round to it.

She laughed. She found this really funny.

Which it probably was.

Next thing I knew, her head
was up against the wall.

Think it's
fucking funny? Huh?!

And I was punching her.

And I was kicking her.

[Rhona screams]

Why are you
fucking crying?

You bastard!

What did you
call me?

Bastard!

Once more,
you fucking bitch!

Leave me alone, bastard!

Shut up!

The next day, I said
I remembered nothing.

It was a blackout.
She believed me.

There were
plenty of blackouts.

I still remember.

I remember every punch.

Every kick.

Her screaming.

And then...

Then the shame started.

And the feelings
of disgust.

Then more shame.

More disgust.

I could hardly
fuckin' breathe.

Like it was on my chest.

So I went to the a.A.

This time
it was serious.

And I haven't
touched a drop...Since.

You've never
forgiven yourself?

I know about that as well.

[Joe sobs]

Ssshhh... ssshhh...

Joe, ssshhh...
It's ok.

It's ok.

Shh...

Joe: In there, doc!

Shanks: Come on, doc,
get in again!

Joe: Clear it!

Oh, no luck, ravanelli!
Pretty poor show!

Joe: Come on,
look for the ball!

Shanks: Robbo,
push them out!

Joe: Hey, doc,
steam in!

Come on, catman!

Play it, catman!

[Cheering]

That was without the teeth!

Want to see him
with the wallies in?

Joe: Zulu, take the wing!

Hey, Liam, turn and face
the ball! Liam!

Liam!

Player: Oh, fuck off!

He fuckin' knows what this
was for, right? Now fuck off!

It's all right.
It's all right.

Shanks: Your weans must
be proud of you, cunt.

You're ok?

Can't breathe.

What was that about?
Eh?

What was all that
about?

I fuckin' noised one of them up
in the pub the other night.

He's just getting us back,
that's all.

Ok, come on, up.

Oh, fucking hell.

Ohh.
Ok.

You still clean?

Eh?

Are you still clean?

Fuck's sake, Joe.
Of course I'm still clean, man.

Ok.

Receptionist:
Doctor clegg, I'm afraid

he's actually got someone in
with him at the moment.

Would you like to call
back in 5 minutes, I think?

Uh-huh, certainly.

Right. I'll let him know
that's cancelled.

Ok, thank you.

Got an appointment to see my daughter,
ma'am.Just one second, please. Excuse me!

Excuse me! Can you put
your cigarette out, please?

2 minutes.

Ok. It's no smoking in here.2
minutes. [Phone ringing]

Hello,
Mayfield health centre,

could you hold the line,
please.

It's appointments only, and it's
completely booked up for 10 days.Look,
I've just left my work yard.

I know. Give me one second.

Excuse me! Would you mind
putting the cigarette out,
please?Give us a minute, eh?

No. I've asked once really.
It's no smoking.Then don't ask
again. I'm not putting it out.

It is the last time.

If you don't put
the cigarette out,

you're not going to be seen
by the doctor.I'll get to
see me a doctor, all right.

You'll wait till I've fucking
finished it.I'm not putting it out.

Look, don't make this
a big issue.

All you have to do
is put your cigarette out.

Fuck off, I'll do
what I want, all right?

I think you've got your
daddy's face there, haven't
you, pet?Do you ever take him?

I can't get near him.

Let me see you hold him.
You take him.

Turn him 'round
the other way.

So that he can hear
your heartbeat.

They're used to that
from the womb.

There you go.
You're with your daddy.

I'm worried about his eyes.
He's awful scaly, you know?

My brother's
as scaly as fuck,

has eyes the other way,
you know.

No. That's normal. They
don't start to focus

till they're 6 weeks
showin' so...

He can't see anything?

No. He can see shadows
just now.

But once he's 6 weeks old, they'll
sort themselves out.And her nipples,
they're giving you gyp as well.

Her nipples are giving her
gyp, too--

I can speak for myself.

They're quite sore.

This might seem strange,
but...

Keep a cabbage in your
fridge, right? And chill it.

A cabbage leaf down
each side of your bra,

that'll cool
your nipples.

Maybe put one
down his crotch, yeah.

Excuse me a wee minute.

[Argument outside]

Receptionist: Keep your voice
down. That's enough.Now cool it.

Hand over the prescription.You're
not going in my bag!

Do you want us to call
the police?

Phone the polis!
Get out of my bag!

Don't touch
my fucking bag!

Leave my bag alone.

Get your fuckin' hands
off me!

Fuckin' wrong.

Give me my fucking bag,
you snobby bitch!

Sabine, stop that!

If you've nothing in it, you've
got nothing to hide.I'm looking
for the prescription pad.

That's fucking crap!

Right, what's this?

Doctor: Very smart, sabine.

If you'd given me
my prescription,

I wouldn't have
to fuckin' steal it!

Listen, you know the score.
You've been on a program.

I want my script!

There's no prescription!

I want my fucking
prescription!

I'm not moving
fucking...

Man:
Let's go, come on.

Sarah: Take it easy.

She's taken
the prescription pad.

He's not giving me
my fucking script!

Doctor: You'll get no more
prescriptions from here!You'll get
no more prescriptions from here!

Frank, can I talk to you
about this for a wee moment?

What's going on?

This has happened
umpteen times before.

I've put a lot of work
into that family, frank.

I know you have as well. Can
we just maybe speak about it?

Listen, I want to tell ya. I
don't want her on the register.

I want her
to find another doctor.

Listen, can you send in
the next patient?

Television:
This has been--

we've got Steve disouzie.

The weather
here in saginaw--

[music plays]

Drivers in first
and second place.

Where have you been?

Out.
Out? Where?

Aye, with my pals.

What pals? Maggie and that.What
the fuck? Look at the state
of you!I wanna talk to you.

I need the toilet.

Get in there before I drag you in. Move
it!Fuck off! What's your fucking problem?

You were up the town,
weren't you.

No, I wasn't.

Don't fucking lie to me!
I know you were.What the fuck is this?

What the fuck is this? Eh?

Who are they for?
I don't fucking use them!

Are they for that guy?!

You take me for a fucking prick?!I'm
here cooking Scott's dinner,

fuckin' telling him
bedtime stories,

and you're taking
the fucking prick out of me!

Are you? You fucking idiot!

Different fucking story when
you're getting your share, eh!

Aye, a different fucking story.

I'm not back streets
getting shagged by perverts!

Neither fuck am I.

I can't go on like this.

You're telling me.
Neither can I.

You nag, nag, nag. Fucking
driving me up the wall.

Look at the
fucking state of you!

Huh? You know what people
are like when they were here!

What if they twig on?

So fuck them.

So fuck them?

What if they tell the social
worker?You're on junk, you're on the game!

We're gonna lose Scott again,
is that what you want?

We're gonna lose him again!

No, we're not.

You're gonna fucking lose me.
I can't handle this.Fuck off, will you!

I will fuck off.
But I'll tell you this.

I'll take Scott aways.

No, you're not.
I will.

I'll take Scott and leave you here to
fuckin' rot.That's what you want. No.

No? Well, fucking...

Have a look at yourself,
sabine!

Is that what you want?

Fuck off... fucking asshole.

Send us a postcard,
Helen.

Will do.

Listen, I need to go up
and see sabine and Liam.

What's up?

She was in yesterday causing absolute
havoc.She got struck off the register.

I need to get her
a new doctor.

Hiya.

Can I have a word, please?Be
with you in a minute, Joe.

The baby's had diarrhea
for 3 days...

Is your mummy in?

Yes.
Yes.

There was fighting and Liam was
crying.There was fighting? Hm-hm.

Liam?

Liam? [Knocks on door]

What the fuck
are you doing?

Trying to get a vein.

Your wean'll be looked after
by another fuckin' wean.Will
you pick that up? Where's Liam?

Gonna give me that up?
Where's Liam?

Fucking give it.
You know what this is like!

You fuckin know!
Give me that!

You gotta come
off that stuff.

I'll help you.

Fucking please. You gotta give me
this, please, man.I'm begging you.
Please, gotta give me that.You've
gotta give me this. Hold that.

Oh, no.

Fuck, please.
I can't hold it.Come on, Joe. Please.

Where's Liam, sabine?

Sabine, where's Liam?

Mcgowan's boys got him.

What was that?

Mcgowan's boys got him.

When did they come?

Sabine,
when did they come?

A wee while ago.

I need to go.
Where are you going?

Mcgowan's lot have got Liam.

Oh, my god.

Look, sabine's in there.

Don't let him in there.

Be careful, Joe!

Where's mcgowan?

Hold on.
Is he in his office?

No. He's not
in his office.

Where is he?

He's...in the snooker hall.

Snooker hall.
Snooker hall.

Man: How are you doing, Joe?
How's things?

Look what the wind
blew in, boys

pint of meths
for the alky.

He's more classy than that. Give
him a vodka with a twist of lemon.

Have one on me, Joe.

Pay your monkeys more,
their patter's shite.

Shut it. Last time
you were in here,

you had shit
running down your fuckin' legs.

Alfie... give us a minute.

Joe: Can I have a word?

Sure.

Where's Liam?

He's bitten the hand
that feeds him, Joe.

You don't do that.

No, I like things
nice and simple.

Liam tells me one thing
and then does another.

Says he's gonna pay one time,
doesn't show.

No' once, no' twice,
but 3 times.

That's what I call
taking the pish.

They've got a 4-year-old
boy for fucks sake!

I've got 2 fucking boys,

but if I do nothing, I'm finished,
and you know that.Listen, I don't
mind you giving him a doing.

I don't want you
taking liberties.

Or what, Joe? Or what?

Where is he?

Over there.
Having a wee think.

Liam.

Made up my mind.
Want to get it over with.

What are you
talking about?

Well, they want their money.

You told me
you stopped dealing.

I have. I stopped
when I went inside.

But I still owed them
500 quid.

But they forgot about it
until this happened.

What happened?

Sabine owes them 1,500 quid.

Jesus Christ! How can
sabine owe them 1,500 quid?

Because she took over dealing
when I was inside.

Look, I liked her.

You told me she'd stopped dealin'.
Why are you lying?I'm not lying
to you, Joe. She did stop.

She did.
She was doing fucking well.

She started back again
a couple of months ago.

I didn't realize
until it was out of hand.

Then she started
using it all for herself.

That's how she ran up
the debt.

Why d'you no' tell me?

What could you do?

All right,
so what's the score?

Well, they want
their money back or...

They want sabine
to work the streets.

Pay it back.

He's a scumbag.
He's a fucking scumbag.

Nice wee bit of skirt.
That's what he says.

I'm not fucking stupid, Joe.
I know she's on the game,

but I couldn't handle that.
Not with them.

I know I could get her off.

But I need to square
it off with them first.

So that's it.
I've made my mind up.

I want it over
and done with.

You're not making
any sense, man!

What over and done with?

They're gonna
fucking break my legs, Joe.

That's what they want,
to break my legs.

Mcgowan!

You fucking touch him! You
fucking touch him!Touch that boy,
and I'll fucking kill you, man.

Joe, Joe.
Behave yourself.

Come on. Easy.

Let him go, guys.
Let him go.

Come here.

Come on,
it's all right.

Listen. I can't lose
face, that'd be suicide.

Let's sort
this out, Joe.

I'm gonna have you.

Don't be
a daft boy, pal.

I'd have you first,
and you know that.

I've got fuck all to lose.

What about that nice wee nurse you got?

I could do something
with her.

You touch her,
I'll stab you.

Just trying
to find a way out.

Why don't you
do a job for us?

I'll do fuck all
for you.

Come on. Pay off
the boy's debt?

Something reasonable--
one, two trips up north.

Why not Liam?

Do you really think I came up the
Clyde in a banana boat, son?What
you got to do is pick up the stuff,

bring it down, drop it, and that's
it. What do you say?That easy? Aye.

Well, how come your pricks aren't doing
it for you?No, I want you to do it.

Why me?

I like the idea.
For old time's sake.

Well, for old time's sake, to
take a flying fuck to yourself.

Take care of yourself.

Let's do it.

You all right?

All right?
Sure?

What did they do to you?

Oh, it's ok.

You sure?

What happened?

See you later.

Sure, you're going
to be all right, sabine?

Aye.
Ok.

See you later.
See you later.

Liam, get the door
fixed, eh?

Aye. Ok, Joe.

What happened?

Och...mcgowan.

Thought Liam
was taking the pish,

so he wanted
to make a point.

He's made it.
So it's ok.

What about
the money they owe?

Well, the money's sorted.
Mcgowan seems happy...

[Whistles]

Ah! Fuck!

[Resumes whistling]

[Door closes]

How are you feeling now?

Much better.

Doing all right?

Yeah. I chop great celery.

Looks great.

[Indistinct]

Joe, I'm gonna
drop this.

I'm gonna drop them!

I don't care.

Don't you...I'll put this
in your face.

Don't you dare.

Ahh...fire woman.

Let me see.

[Zipper]

Oh! Jesus Christ!

Oh...my...!

Instant circumcision
or what?!

Christ, I only hurt
your foot. Fuck's sake!

Ohh!

Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.

[Seagulls]

[Payphone rings]

I'm here. Hello?

Man: See the b&b
"Stella maris"?

Where's that?

Look to the right. It's the last
white building."Stella maris".

No, I don't...

Aye, I see it. Ok.

It's Latin.

What?

"Star of the sea."

Is this some kind of fucking
codewordor something you're giving me?

No, you prick.

I just thought you may want to
know what it means.Youse are
cracking me up. You're fuckin'i'm
in hysterics, man. Fuckin' place.

Fuckin' listen.

Go in and ask for a set of keys in
the name of mccormick--Paul mccormick

outside you'll see a black cherokee car.
Right?What? Outside the "Stella maris"?

Right. Ok, I see it.

You know where to go?

I know where to go.

That's you, then.

Is that it?

[Dial tone]

[Car alarm]

Oh, fuck off!

Fuck off.

Don't fucking
do this to me.

[Car alarm
changes pitch]

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Ho!

Know how to stop this?

It'd be
in the instruction manual.In the what?

The instruction manual.

I've no' got
an instruction manual.

Give me the keys.

[Alarm stops]

Watch your lip.

Cheers.

By the way, what's the registration
number?What are you saying?

Well, this could be daylight robbery
in front of my eyes.Yeah, I've got a
couple bodies in the boot if you want to
look.Make sure you dispose of them then.

Oh, fucking stupid cunt.

Oh, come on,
shanks.

Jesus, I have to go through
with this, right?

Shanks: So, what happens
in future?

Does he hog up Liam
again and say,

"I'm kick his fuckin'
head in,

unless you do
another job."

I'll do these 2 jobs and I walk
away. That's it.Oh, do these 2 jobs.

Just going for
a wee trip up north.

Where'd the second job
come from.

It's just 2 jobs.

I--fuck's sake!

You may as well get your fuckin'
membership card for the mcgowan clan.

Fuck off.
Come on.

I'm not working for him--

you are fuckin'
working for him.

Do you get
short-term contracts

for fucking
drug dealers?

What's the problem
with Liam's family?

What's the problem
with sabine, Joe?

Tell me.
She's a junkie.

You might as well go north and get
her some fuckin' junk, then.You
dance with the fucking devil.

That's it, man.
You're in the gang.

I can't believe how
fucking naive you are.

Joe: I'm not naive.

I've got
nothing to say, Joe.

You've got
to trust me, man.

[Bagpipes: Scotland the brave]

Tea, please.

Milk and sugar?

Just milk, ta.

That'll do. Ta.

He only knows 3 songs.

Scotland the brave...

Skye boat song,i bet you.

Aye. And
fiower of Scotland.

Does he sell shortbread?

He does...Sell it.

Bonnie Scotland.

Bonnie Scotland, right.

Sarah: What are you
smiling about?

Do me a favor.
Close your eyes.

No chance.

Go on,
close your eyes.For me.

Are they really closed?
No cheatin'?Hand, please. Thank you.

Now you can open them.

Oh, what's this?

You didn't need
to buy me a present.

Oh... they're lovely.

Like them?

Oh, they're gorgeous!

What do you think?

Oh, nice.

Go with your eyes.

Thank you,
they're beautiful.

Right, once more.

What?

Close your eyes again.
No way!Oh, Joe... you're mad.

Just close your eyes.

Right.

Hand.

What's this?

It's a ring.

Why have you done this?

What have you bought
this for?

'Cause I love you.

How can you say that?

I can say it
because I mean it.

Joe, we've only known each
other for 4 or 5 weeks.

If you knew me, you
wouldn't be saying this.

What do you mean?

No, I can't take that.

I don't want it.

I got it for you.

I don't want it.

Take it.

I just can't
handle this.

What have I done wrong?

Sarah!

Sarah!

Sarah! Hold up!

What is going on?

Just...

You've ruined everything now,
haven't you?

Look, I didn't mean to upset
you. It was just a present.

Well, you have.

You've really upset me, all
right?Just leave us alone, will you?

[Classical music playing]

[Mumbling]

[Knock at door]

[Turns music off]

I'll just go, then.

No, it's all right.

In you come.

Cup of tea or something?

That'd be good.

What have you
been up to?

Just been reading.

Your earrings look good.

Thanks.

Don't ask for
the fucking ring.

What happened?

Fucking tossed the
fucking thing, didn't I?

[Laughs] Did you?

Where?

The river,
where do you think?

Don't worry,
I'm gonna get it back.

Got my flippers
and my snorkel ready.

Start scuba diving.

Oh, Joe, come here.

Ohh.

Does somebody want to tell
me what the fuck's going on?

Men: No!

See, when you get to the end of
this road,take a left, right?

Take a right?

[All talking at once]

Joe: The left. Right. Jesus.

Zulu: Right
as in right, ok?

Oh, right, right.

No, left! Left!

Joe: Hey, where now?

Just keep going, man. I'll keep you
right.There's a canal at the end, right?

With a wee bridge.

A what?!
A canal.

Listen, this better be
fucking kosher, guys.

Just fucking
mellow out, Joe,

and trust us
for once.

Trust you?

Just keep driving,
mate.

Robbo: Keep your eyes
open for scrags.[All talking at once]

Hey, Joe,
take a right there.

At the back
of the shops.

No, no, keep driving!
Keep driving!

All right,
just park here, here.

[All talking at once]

Keep going
around to the shops.

Shh, shh, shh.

Well you getting out
or coming in or what?

Shh, shh, shh!

Go! Go! Go!

[Yelling]

What...the...fuck?

Get in here!

[All shouting at once]

Joe: Liam! Liam!

Liam!

Come on!

Hurry up!

[All yelling at once]

Fucking bastards!

The fucking stuff's away,
look at that!

Brazil!

[All yelling and cheering]

That's sacrilege, man!
What?

A Brazilian strip.

They were born
wearing that strip.

Sacrilege.

Yeah!

Bravo. There you go,
there you go.Pele! Yeah!

Don, you look
like a budgie!

There you go.
The teeth of rivelino!

Rivelino's teeth?

Hey.

With these
we can't lose, man.

[Jeering from the opposition]

Where'd we get
these strips, Joe?

Hey, come on. Hey,
let's get it going, man.

[All yelling]

[Indistinct chatter]

Hey, Billy.

Maggie, can I speak
to you for a minute?

6--just a second.

69 what?

Sarah, this better
be good.

Right, Maggie.
What color's that?

Blue.

And what color's that?

Blue.

And what color's that?

Blue again.

So you can safely say, the patient
is pregnant.Then why am I here for?

Oh, my god.

Not Sarah.
Not the health visitor?

Not Sarah that runs the
health education classes?

Sarah that takes the
teenage pregnancy courses?

Yes.

You've been on the fucking radio about
it!You're pregnant, I don't believe it!

Sarah--
I feel really weird.

You're pregnant!
Oh, my god!

I need to sit down.
What are you gonna do?

I don't know.

Sarah, how...?

I don't know.
What did Joe say?

I just did it in here.
He doesn't know.

I'm the first person
to know?

Yeah.
Oh, my god.

Are you ok?

Yeah, yeah.

Come here
and give me a hug.

Congratulations!

[Closes car door]

Shall we do that song again?

♪ I want some... ♪

Join in.

Maybe they're at Mayfield. I'll
sort it out, though.I've seen
doctor Craig, he's real nice.

Dead helpful, so, yes.

Good, good.

What about mcgowan?

Joe sorted it.

What d'you mean?

Paid them off or something.

What d'you mean, paid him off
or something?I don't know.

What are you
talking about?

What do you mean,
Joe paid them off?

You owed them
2,000 pounds.

I don't know nothing.

What's she
talking about?

She's talking out her arse.

Joe went to see mcgowan

and he got us more time
to pay it off.

How long?

Couple of months.

And how much per month do you pay?Look,
Sarah, just drop it, all right?

It's my problem.

Well tell me,
how much?

Look, come on, you.

Now, wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

Look, I've got
to get him fed.

Tell me what Joe's
got to do with this.

Joe knows fuck all.
Don't listen to her.

Liam, you're lying.

I swear to god,
Sarah.

Joe met mcgowan,
had a wee one,

and got us more
time. That was it.

How are you gonna pay?

I don't fucking know.

Well, what's she talking about?

She said Joe paid him off.
What's she talking about?Fuck's
sake, Sarah. She's all mixed up.

Well, you're lying, Liam.

Look, a good
catholic boy like me?

You're lying.

I'm not lying to you.

Don't listen to her.

Joe's got nothing to
do with it. Say cheerio.Bye-bye, darling.

Cheerio.

What the fuck
were you saying?

[Sighs]

[Joe whistles]

Hey, darling.

What's the matter?

What's up?

Tell me again
what happened with mcgowan.

Tell me again.

Nothing happened
with mcgowan.

Tell me.

I'm telling you

nothing happened with mcgowan.Well
how come after seeing sabine

she said that you
paid him off?

Well, sabine said this?
Mm-hmm.

Oh, Jesus, darling,
she's a smackhead.

Did you borrow money
off mcgowan?

I wouldn't borrow money off that bastard.

Did you borrow money
off mcgowan?

I didn't borrow
money from mcgowan.

Well, somebody else, then?

I didn't borrow
money from anybody.

Jesus, darling,
you shouldn't be

concerning yourself
with any of this--

I'm very concerned.

I'm very concerned
see if you're lying to me.

Ok.

Mcgowan and I go back a bit, all right?We
were brought up on the same scheme.

I used to write my papers to his lads.

He's a total bastard.

I went to him
on my hands and knees

and I begged him
not to hurt Liam.

And he did.

And Liam's
on the last chance.

You'd better be telling me
the truth.

That is the truth.

Because if you're not, I'll
break something.You still--
you still don't know?

You don't know
how much I love you.

I'm not gonna put
all that at risk.

I'm no lying.

[Sighs] I was so frightened.

[Banging on door]

Fuck off.

Thank fuck you're in.
I came to warn you.

Sarah was sniffing
about this morning.

This--

[breaking glass]

Sarah, you've gotta
listen to me.

Sarah.

Look...

Look, you need
to trust me, ok?

There's some things
I can't tell you,

all right?

And I don't
want you to ask.

All you need to know is all
I'm doing is helping Liam.

All right?
In a week from now,

it's over.
It's done.

Ok?

It's got nothing
to do with us,

I swear, it's
a different planet.

Sarah?

Well, if you think it's got
nothing to do with us,it's over already.

All right, ok.

You want
the truth? Ok.

The day I went to see
mcgowan in the pop,

he'd given Liam
a choice.

Choice one, he pays up.
Problem, he's no money.

Choice two, mcgowan
puts sabine on the game.

And how the hell's she supposed
to come off the smack then?

And choice three,

they break
his fucking legs.

Do you expect me
to walk away from that?

I couldn't walk away
from that!

I was there!

Mcgowan said if I done
a wee job for him,

and he'd pay off
Liam's debts.

What job?

I had to pick up a car.

Next week I pick up another
car, and then that is it.

It's over.

2,000 pounds worth of debt
for you to pick up two cars?

Yeah.

What was in the car?

What was in the car, Joe?

Dunno.

You're lying.

I don't know.

You're lying.

What do you think
was in the fucking car?

Huh?

They were gonna break his fucking
legs!Look, you wanted to know, so now
you know, right?I mean, I'm really sorry,

but we don't live in this nice,
tidy world of yours.You know,
some of us can't go to the police.

Some of us can't go to
the bank for a loan.

Some can't even move house and fuck off.

Some of us
don't have a choice!

I didn't have
a fucking choice!

But I don't want him
splitting us up.

I don't want him--

you're a drug dealer!

I'm not a fucking
drug dealer!

Transporting drugs, what would you
call that?What would you have done?

Listen, I've seen
babies rattling,

sent out to intensive care
with expected brain damage!

Have you ever seen
a 14-year-old child

choke on his own vomit?

Oh, for fuck's sake, I only did
it the once!Where did you get the
money for the earrings and the ring?

Where did you get the money
for the earrings and the ring?

Mcgowan gave me
500 pounds for myself.

I wish this had never--

I wish this had
never happened.

Where's my...

Don't fucking stop me!

Get out of my way!
Get out of my fucking way!

I'm not letting you go again!

Get out of my way!
No.

Leave me!

No, calm down. Just calm down.Are
you gonna hit me too, Joe?

[Sobbing]

Oh, fuck!

Come on, shanks.
Come on, shanks.

Be in. Come on, be in.

[Ringing tone]

Shanks, on answering machine:
If you would like to leave a
message...Fuck off! Fuck off!

Please speak
very, very slowly

as this contraption
is running too fast.

Thank you.

[Beep]

Shanks, it's Joe. Give us a bell
when you get a chance.Cheers.

[Knocks on door]

[Barking dog]

Hi, Joe.
Hi, sabine.

Sorry, by the way.

I'm really sorry.
I had no idea.

Whatever.
Can I go and--

there's three
under there.

Ok, that'll give you a couple
hours to leave.No, listen,
you've done enough for us.

Take the money.

I'm going to see mcgowan, all
right?I'll tell him I'm out.

Ok? I'm not doing
the second run.

You know
what that means?

All right? Means he's gonna come
after you two.So you take the money,

jump on a train
or something.

Go to a bed and breakfast, wherever.

You just get the hell
out of here.

Liam, you have to think for yourself
on this one.I tried, I really tried.

It's not up to me.

Ok? It's you,
your family.

Look after them,
all right?

Tell me--

Liam, it's not
up to me now.

Gotta do it
yourself, man.

Sarah in?

She doesn't want to see
you.I need to talk to her.

She doesn't--
damn it!

Sarah.

I spoke to Liam, all right?

Now I'm gonna
speak to mcgowan,

and I'm telling him
I'm out of it.

You hear me?
You hear me?

Maggie, will you
give us a minute?

Go, Maggie.

I'm not going anywhere.

Sarah, darling.

I just drew
a different slant on it.

See, somebody helped me once

and I figured
I could do the same.

But I swear to god, if I thought
that now I was gonna lose
you,I'd never have done it.

I love you

and I can't lose you.
You're my soul.

I can't
see you again, Joe.

Oh, don't say that, darling.
Don't say that.

No, please.

I just can't
see you again.

I'll do anything.

Just go on.

Tell me I've not lost you.

Maggie: Joe,
come on. Please.

I don't know what to do.

This isn't fair.

This is not fair.

Maggie, softly:
Just go.

[Slams door]

Man on telephone:
Hello, minicab hire.

Mcgowan there?
No.

Where is he? Uh, said when he left,

was going down
to the pub. Ok?

[Dog barking]

[Indistinct chatter]

[Woman laughing]

[Indistinct chatter]

I want out.

I'm no fucking good at this,
you know that.

I'm not your man,
do you know what I mean?

I'm not for this.
I'm gonna get caught.

Do you know what I mean?
We'll all get caught.

Joe, son, that's not
the way it works.

You know that.

You can't get out. You've gotta finish
it.Otherwise Liam gets away with all this.

If Liam
gets away with it,

I'm a laughing stock. I'll not be having
that.Listen, man, I'm fucking begging you.

I'm no good.

I'll fuck it up. I know.

I'm not built for this.

Please, man,
I'm fucking begging you.

Let me go. Please.

Away you go.
Away you go.

Come on.
Don't get desperate.

It's embarrassing. Away--away
you go.You don't want me. Alf!

Couldn't you just let us
out of this?

Please.
[Murmuring]

You never learn,
you prick.

You won't be smiling

when I fuck that wee nurse of
yours either, will ya?Oh, fuck!

[Grunts]

[Grunting]

[Indistinct muttering]

Eh? Eh? You fucking--

wha--uhh! Fuck you!

You fucking bastard!

Fuck off! Fuck off!

You want some of this? You fucking
want some of this?You want some
of this? Where are you going?

Hey! Hey!
This mcgowan's?

This mcgowan's?

Want to drive it?
Well, fucking drive it!

[Bottles clanking]

[Clanking]

[Classical music playing]

Joe!

Joe, you'd better be getting out
of here! Joe! [Turns music off]

Joe, you'd better get
your arse into gear, man!

Come on! Everybody knows

it's mcgowan and that.
Now, come on.How'd you get in here?

Your door was open, Joe.

Oh, fucking hell.

[Footsteps]

Joe, we're gonna
have to get out, pal.

Did you kick in
my fucking door?

No, your door
was opened.

What did I tell you?
I told you to fuck off.

I know, Joe.
I gives you 300 pounds

and I tell you to fuck off.
I know.

So what the fuck
you doing here then?

You never fucking listen.

Joe, I did listen
to you.

No, you don't,
you stupid wee prick!Look, Joe...

I fucking gives you the money!I
tell you to go. That wasn't the--

what the fuck
are you doing here now?

I wasn't the money
I was talking about.

Where the fuck
could I go?

I've not got
anywhere to go.

I'd think about it.

I was gonna just fuck off,
me and Scott.

But I couldn't take sabine,
could I?

I fucking couldn't
take her.

She can't live
without Scott.

I'd fucking have to sign a death warrant.

No, no, I said--
you're fucking useless.

I thought about
fucking off, myself, right?

You're useless.
I'm not fucking useless!

Listen to me then.

If I'd have fucked off myself,i
wouldn't have seen Scott!

I gave you
the fucking money!

It wasn't
the fucking money!

I'd end up doing in
fucking London myself!

Back on the junk. I can't
handle that again, Joe.

That's what I said.
I've just fucking cracked it.

That's what I said.

What?

You're fucking dim.Joe, I know
you don't mean that.

I hate you, I hate your scumbag, whore
fucking wife.Hey, Joe. Fuck off, man.

I hate
your scabby fucking wean.

Joe, don't say
anything else.

I know it's
the drink talking.

I'll shoot the lot of you.

I would shoot the fucking lot
of you.I'd take you outside...

I'd get a gun

and I'd put a bullet through

your useless fucking heads,
you scum.

What could I do?
Joe, what could I do?

I had nowhere to go!

You've got fucking
excuses for everything.

It's no excuses, Joe.
Fuck's sake.

I'm telling you
the truth.

Excuses for everything, man.

All you live off
is a fucking excuse.

Joe...
You're a fucking excuse.

You tell me
what I can do.

Tell me what it is,
and I'll do it.

Come on, tell me.

They'd be better off
without us.

She fucking coped
when I was in jail.

So,
you're fucking right.

I shouldn't have
thought about me first.

That's what I was doing,
thinking about me.

[Telephone rings]

[Ring]

[Ring]

Will I get it?

[Ring]

[Ring]

Hello?
Sabine: Liam, is that you?

Sabine? Aye.

Mcgowan's boys
have been round.Oh, fuck.

They smashed up the house.How are you?

I'm all right.
They didn't touch me.

What about Scott?
He's all right.

They want you and Joe.

Oh, Liam,
don't come back here.

Listen, listen.
Just grab the wean

and get to your ma's,
right?

Don't you come back here,
Liam,'cause they're gonna kill you.

Ok.

[Dial tone]

[Liam sobbing]

Fucking better off
without us.

Liam: Oh, fuck.

No fucking chance.

No fucking way.

No fucking way.

[Softly]
Joe, I'm sorry.

What the fuck...

Joe, I'm sorry.

[Weeping]

I know you didn't mean

what you said
about us, Joe.

[Crying]
Here's your photo back.

[Sobbing]

Man: Fucking prick! Jump,

'cause I'm gonna fucking
kill you anyway!

You got it?

Liam!

Liam!

Liam!

[Grunting]

Ah, sweet Jesus,
give me strength.

Ahh, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus...

[Muttering]

Ah! Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!

[Sobbing]

Ah, Jesus!

Jesus, Jesus!

Priest: Eternal rest
grant unto him, o lord...

And let perpetual light
shine upon him.

May he rest in peace. Amen.

My dear brothers
and sisters,

let us go now
in peace and in calm.

[Sobbing indistinctly]

Here we go.

Get on up.

All right?

He was great, eh?

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