Original subtitles

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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