Original subtitles

Look at me, right?

And look at the Queen.

I was never a fan until it occurred to me how much me and Ma'am have in common.

Bringing up kiddies, you can't remember the names of.

I know she's not a single parent, but she might as well be.

Plus, the pair of us, we've stuck to our guns,

her, literally sometimes, and flagshipped a dying breed.

Admired and despised equally.

Not for never lifting a finger, no, for setting examples through extremity.

And whether you're a bigwig on her end or a bigwig on mine,

you've still got all your dickheads in the middle to deal with,

snip, snip, snipping at your benefits.

I mean, she can't not be looking at me and thinking, "What's your secret, Frank?"

I got shot of my kids yonks back,

whereas she's yet to see the back of a single one.

Fine!

I've had to get out of bed on occasion to make ends meet,

whereas she, she's done the whole thing from a chair.

Oh, and a drink for the lady.

Oh, sure, there's perks.

But look at her lot. Brian May prancing about on her roof.

Now, look at my lot,

we know how to throw a proper fucking pa-a-rty!

[Stanton] I had a dream last night.

And in my dream, I was 19 again.

Could feel this broken body working again,

the energy, the spring in my step, and the people.

I could see 'em, too.

Oh, I've not really met any of these folk.

But young Aidan fills me in every day on what's going on.

All the comings and goings.

The screwing and the sorrow.

They sort of feel like neighbours to me now.

And I was in that place, the Jockey.

Could even smell the stale beer off the woodwork,

the smoke drifting in the air,

no matter what those health and safety bastards tell you.

And I was dancing with a girl.

She felt as real as anything.

See, you don't get older. Not inside.

Not in the head.

I'm still the same guy I was at 19.

But that was the worst part of the dream...

that horrific, shattering truth.

You got old.

[shatters]

And there's no going back.

No fountain of youth.

And I could feel myself stirring, waking up.

And I wanted to stop, to go back, to be young again,

to stay in that moment forever, I don't want to open my eyes...

So I had a dream last night and it was the last dream I ever had.

[music plays on gramophone]

You do know there's a great invention called digital?

Means you don't have to put up with this crackly shit.

It's the crackles that make it, Aidan.

Every pop, every scratch.

That's history there.

Stanton, I hate to say it, but I think your hearing's going.

Oh, stop your yapping.

Here, give me an hand finding a horse for the weekend, at Haydock.

Which one do you fancy?

It doesn't matter.

They always lose. I'm cursed.

Here, put a tenner on it anyway.

[bills rustling]

So, what else have we got planned for today?

What's she like, then?

A gentleman never discusses a lady's particulars.

So she's a dog.

No, no. She's gorgeous.

I mean, she's funny, she's smart.

She'd have to be to have a chance of going out with me.

Is she real?

You what?

Well, I've just never seen you out and about with her.

Most nights you're just pissed down the Jockey.

Are you accusing me of having a fake girlfriend?

My uncle fell in love with a sex doll.

They live in caravan together now, near Southport.

Fuckin' hell, Dom, nice one.

I'd suck her shit white.

What? It's a compliment.

Thanks. Lovely.

Dom! Dom!

I need your help.

I need you to perform the last rites.

OK. It's been a while, but here we go. Ahem.

We commend to you, Oh Lord, the soul of this your servant Aidan.

No, not for me. For the old guy, Stanton.

What, serious? He's that sick?

[record squeaks]

[door opens]

Jesus Christ.

[door closes]

How long has he been like this?

Five or ten minutes.

All right. Billy, move the table. Come on, give me a hand.

Come on, quick, we've got to get him down.

Look, you don't need to do that!

[groans]

-Did you call an ambulance? -No.

I'm on it.

Wait, er, what-what's the number?

Nine double bloody nine!

There's no point calling an ambulance!

He doesn't want it, Dom.

[gasps]

Come on, breathe, you old bastard.

Dom, will you listen to me? He wanted to die!

He did it himself.

[splatter]

Shit!

What the bloody hell's that?

I think you burst his catheter.

Ugh.

He took some pills.

He didn't want to live like this anymore. He didn't want to be brought back.

Are you sure?

Look, he said he was gonna leave a note.

And that he wanted a proper send off.

He believed, you know, in God and all that shit.

[Dom gasps]

He's gone.

[Billy whimpers]

Just give me a minute, will you?

[bottles rattling]

Oh, just, you know, bins and recycling.

Somebody's got to save the bloody planet round here.

It's OK, have it.

I only chucked it because...

because otherwise I would have probably finished the bottle by myself.

Oh no, I wasn't gonna drink it, you know...

but waste not, want not.

[belches]

There's no dignity in drinking alone, though.

[laughs]

I think we both passed the point of dignity

when we started hanging out by the bins, but I like your style.

I've got another one at home. Come on, then.

Oh, yeah.

[clatters]

[papers rustling]

Did he say where he was gonna leave the note?

[snaps fingers] Aidan!

No. I don't think so.

-What did he say about it? -Oh, I dunno.

I weren't here when he did it. I was in the kitchen doing the dishes.

[door opens]

It's gonna be a problem if we don't find this note.

The police will not like that at all.

They'll fry the bacon.

Police have got nothing to do with it.

But for all they know, you killed the old fella.

Why the fuck would someone think that?

He's just saying, you know, considering your background.

The tag and everything.

The fact that you were here when Stanton shuffled off the old mortal coil,

it's not the best situation, is it?

I didn't do anything wrong.

Which is why a suicide note would really help right now.

We could forge a note.

No.

No, we can't do that.

Tell you what, we need to call this in.

Oh, come on. Aidan's got form.

[Dom clicks on phone]

Without a note, the police are gonna be shining their light on ASBO boy, eh?

Assisted suicide, that's 14 years.

It'd be like 20, 30 by the time he gets out.

That's like the future.

We'll all be living on the moon.

Please, Dom.

I don't want to go to jail.

Please.

[Dom sighs]

[clatter]

[fridge door closes]

It's not today or tomorrow that's scaring me, Frank.

I can handle that.

It's just it's gonna be years and years of me doing this all on my own,

looking after the kids.

I'm putting the bins out

and all of a sudden I felt that time just stretching out in front of me.

Yeah. Look, look, look, you'll be fine.

I mean, trust me.

Look, I have raised seven... eight kids pretty much on my own.

I mean, if I can do it, you know?

You're an unlikely source of inspiration.

[door opens]

Yes.

Yes, I am.

Don't you have a job to go to?

Ah, the two most glorious words in the English language: sick, leave.

[dribbles]

Mum, it's the middle of the day.

You could take a pointer from the French, you know, kiddo.

Despite their notable cowardice and distinct lack of personal hygiene,

they adopt a laissez-faire attitude to the good grape.

I don't care, you freak.

She doesn't normally shut up that quickly.

I'll have to keep you around more often.

Oh, keep the drink flowing

and you won't be able to fucking get rid of me.

[laughter]

[birds chirping]

[clatters]

I weren't here when he did it. I was in the kitchen doing the dishes.

[wraps adhesive tape]

Do you really need the sellotape?

Look at the guy's hand.

If I'm gonna write like him, I need to be like him.

Aidan, has he got any family, you know, any kids?

[Aidan] A daughter.

[stutters] Alison.

Alison, OK.

Alison, my lovely daughter.

Alison, Alison, Alison, it'll come.

"Yo, I decided to check out early.

Hope all is good with you, Alison. Take care. Dad."

He's not nipping off down the shops.

It's the man's last words on earth!

All right, I've got it. I've got it.

"Alison, sitting here, in the twilight of my years,

I've realised that the hardest word in the world is to say goodbye.

And it breaks my heart that I have to write it,

that I won't have the chance to say it to you.

But know this...

I wish I could say it to your face one more time.

Gloria, hold you in my arms--"

Alison! Her name's Alison.

I know that.

-You said Gloria. -I said Alison.

It's shit anyway!

Well, you didn't give me time to finish.

He was a normal bloke.

There's nothing abnormal about this.

All right, granted, it might be a bit more poetic!

[Billy] It's a bit fuckin' torturous!

Right, fuck then, how about this?

"Decided to check out.

Hope all is good with you, Alison.

-Take care. Dad." -[bangs]

-You happy now? -Bingo.

-So you think that'll be enough? -Yeah.

[Dom] Right.

You come in tomorrow, all right, bright and early.

And the moment you come in, you phone 999, right,

you tell them that you found him dead, he's cold.

And I promise you, Aidan, nobody's gonna be sticking shit on you.

[Aidan] All right. I really need to go, I'm meeting my liaison officer.

OK.

Make sure nobody sees you on the way out, yeah?

Me and Billy will finish up here.

[clatters]

Bloody hell, tell you what, he must have been really determined to die.

You can barely do anything with hands like these.

Poor bastard.

Probably couldn't even wank either.

Yeah, could be worse.

Yeah, police could get all suspicious and that.

Come round, do the whole CSI thing, fingerprints, everything.

Chuck our arses in jail.

I didn't mean that, but...

Fuck.

[clatters]

Fuck!

[both moan]

Tell me you love me.

I love you, Dom.

Tell me you'll never leave me.

I'll never leave you.

[sighs]

[smooches, moans]

[phone rings]

You should probably answer that.

OK then.

[ringing continues]

[gasps]

Aidan, great timing.

What's up?

[chuckles]

It's not funny.

I'm sorry, I should have warned you.

He had a skinful,

and I thought it was easier if he just crashed out here.

[Thalia] He lives next door.

It's not like he has to get a taxi home.

He's probably traumatised after seeing you on the lavvy.

[Thalia] This is not a joke!

Morning.

[brushing buzz]

[Thalia] That's my toothbrush!

Cheers, kiddo. See you later.

[door opens, closes]

He's not coming round here again.

[Esther] Frank's OK.

He's been a good mate.

And think of it as a lesson.

Things aren't gonna be so easy anymore.

You're gonna need to learn to toughen up, roll with the punches.

Frank's the perfect training ground.

[footsteps approaching]

Has, er, Aidan called?

No.

Dom?

No.

You sure?

Yup.

Mm, that's a bit weird.

Thought I would have had an update.

Oh, er, young Aidan's found himself in a spot of trouble.

Big trouble.

Serious, really.

'Course, I am helping him out, like.

Pretty much the only thing standing between him and jail.

[laughs]

That poor lad. Then he is fucked, isn't he?

Do you know what?

I think I deserve a little bit more respect round here.

It's just as well you're handsome, lad, otherwise you really would be in trouble.

[Mimi laughs]

[door opens]

What's up?

It's his birthday.

Is that why you called me over?

Aidan, if one of the neighbours would have seen me,

it would have screwed everything up!

No. Look at the return address.

Angela. That's his daughter's name, not Alison.

I tried to change it, but I fucked it up. I was late, I was in a rush.

OK. It's no big deal.

I'll do it over again.

Have to be quick, though, right. Time's running out.

Longer we leave it, more chance of something screwing up.

[bangs on door]

[banging continuously]

Dom?

Aidan?

-[bangs] -[whispers] Billy.

Dom, are you in there?

[Aidan] Dom?

Aidan, you in there?

[bangs again]

[door latch rattle]

Get in. Get in.

Quick! Quick, quick, quick, quick.

What you doing?

Why weren't I invited?

It's not a party, you know.

We're not doing the fucking hokey-cokey in here.

There's a problem with the suicide note.

Well, don't leave me on the bench!

It's not fair. I'm not useless.

You know what, you're right.

You know, when Aidan phoned me this morning,

my primary concern shouldn't have been the note, dead body, the police, no!

It should have been Billy Tutton.

Thanks, Dom.

OK.

Don't do anything, don't touch anything.

In fact, don't even speak.

I need to get that note written again, and we need to get the hell out of here.

[clicks lighter]

[unwraps tape]

They're some nice treads, them.

I fancied a pair of them myself, but Mimi's sort of cut my pocket money.

Wanted these for ages, but you know?

Yeah, man.

Live each day as if it's your last?

What you doing? I was smoking that!

And you know who wasn't smoking it, don't you?

Ever? The old fella.

So when the ambulance men roll in and the place stinks of fucking draw,

don't you think they'll be the tiniest bit suspicious?

All right, Dom! I think you need to calm down a bit.

Oh yeah, of course.

It's me who's out of line, innit?

Not Smokey fucking Joe here.

Fine! Take it elsewhere.

Jesus!

He's round ours practically all the time.

And he slept in the bathtub?

Yeah.

That's not good.

Means he's already starting to nest.

Nest?

Burrow his way in, deep as he can, so he's safe and warm for the winter.

And you better get used to it.

Cool!

No, it's not cool.

I'm up for it.

As long as Frank's around,

Mum doesn't feel the need to yak away at us about Dad.

Fine. I'll deal with it.

It's bad enough we have to live here,

but I'm not sharing my space with that parasite.

You'll deal with it?

You're an amateur, kid.

Not only you're not in the same league as Frank,

you're not even playing the same sport.

[crying]

Oh, fuck.

No, no, no, I'm sorry!

Please, I didn't mean to upset you!

Oh!

The fake tears gambit!

Risky, but if you pull it off--

'Course I'll pull it off.

I'm a woman!

Frank Gallagher doesn't stand a chance.

[sobs]

I just feel like

now's the time the family needs to pull together, just us.

So, if you could give us some space, please.

Bloody hell, kid!

Thank you.

No, I mean, that was awful.

She's rubbish!

Harsh but fair. Nobody likes a critic.

Listen...

I have seen the masters of this art down the dole office.

I wanted the job so bad!

I'm a failure!

Dad, I let you down!

I mean, you, you're all over the place.

Too much vibrato, too many tears, too soon,

no sense of building to a crescendo, you know.

I don't want you hanging round my house, Frank!

End of!

Well, your mum does. End of!

You do not want to go to war with me!

That's a lot better.

Yeah, yeah. I think that could be your thing.

You know, cold, mechanical, threatening.

Leave the emotional stuff to the experts.

Morning.

[coughs]

You one of the family?

Come to wish the old bugger happy birthday?

No.

I'm-I'm here to do the garden.

Oh, you can do mine as well.

Free of charge, of course.

Yeah, OK.

Right, well, I'll just pop in and give Stan this bottle of whiskey.

It's got his name on it.

No, you can't!

He's-he's gone out for cake and ice cream, for his birthday.

I don't know when he'll be back.

Your eyes are a little bloodshot, son.

Yeah.

I'm allergic...

to grass.

[birds chirping]

Right.

What were you thinking?

You told me not to smoke inside.

Yeah, but the neighbours have seen you, so we can't go through with the plan now.

You said Stan wasn't here!

You're being a bit aggressive.

And you're fucking useless!

Don't, don't say that again!

OK.

OK, this is what we do.

We rewrite the suicide note.

We make up some shit about how he wanted to die

somewhere nice and peaceful, nature around him.

Yeah, that's nice.

[Dom] We take Stanton out to his car.

We stick him in the driver's seat, pills next to him.

Meanwhile, Aidan's showed up for work.

I think he just wanted to end it all.

[sighs]

Police go out there, find him in the car, dead,

probably been there all night, whatever.

End of story.

Right, Aidan.

Go outside, make sure the coast is clear.

Nobody, nobody can see us.

[door opens]

[door squeaks]

[groans]

-Got it? -Yeah.

[Dom] Keys?

-Shit! -Oh, I've got them.

[keys rattle]

[rustles]

This is from this morning.

Yeah, some dickhead traffic warden nabbed me.

You took the car out for a drive?

Well, I had to go town, get these trainers.

-That wasn't the plan! -It's OK.

He said that I could use his car whenever I wanted.

They are nice trainers, though.

I might ask Mimi to get me a pair for my birthday.

Are you both fucking insane?

This means we can't take Stanton out in the car

because it's been ticketed, logged, as being somewhere else!

Maybe he stopped off in town on his way to commit suicide.

He died yesterday, not today!

That's the whole point!

We had to make it look as if the car had been there overnight.

Maybe--

[Dom] Maybe the corpse had just got up, started the car, drove into town?

Shopping trip of the living fucking dead?

Shit! Yeah, I see your point.

Tricky situation, innit?

Christ, right!

Get him back inside.

Right, well, what we gonna do now?

I don't know.

All I do know is we're standing in a fucking garage with a fucking dead body

and we're all in the fucking shit unless we find a way out of this!

So come on!

[Billy groans]

[muffled voice] I think you need to come up with a better plan, Dom.

I mean, to be fair, you've pretty much screwed things up so far.

[door closes]

Eh, it would have been fine if your useless fucking arse

hadn't have come over and ruined everything.

Don't call me useless! Fair warning.

Well, what you going to do?

Get your fucking wife to fight your battles for you

like the useless twat you are?

-Told you to shut it! -[Dom groans]

Stop it! Stop it!

This isn't what I asked for!

He was a nice guy and you're not treating him with any respect!

I'm not! It's Dom!

He keeps going on at me!

-[door closes] -[Angela] No, I think the boy's right.

You're treating my father with a lot of disrespect.

[birds chirping]

I know it looks bad.

You're Aidan, aren't you?

I recognise you.

Dad sent me a photo.

You did it, didn't you?

Yeah.

Aidan, you don't have say anything right now.

Who are you?

I am a friend of Aidan's.

I'm a priest.

I'm on gardening leave.

-We're the cleanup guys. -No, we're not.

If people have a problem, they call us.

We're not professionals.

Yeah, I gathered that.

I know he wanted to end things.

He talked about it and I said to him, "Don't drag anyone else into this."

It's all right.

No, it's not.

[Aidan sighs]

He used to say he just wanted to sleep.

Said he was sick of waking up.

He had no right to ask you.

I'm sorry about all of this but...

I was scared.

I didn't want to get in trouble.

You're not in trouble.

My dad was lucky to know somebody like you.

[door opens]

What was all that about, eh?

Aidan swore he didn't do it and he goes all doey-eyed,

and Billy, come on, we need to talk about this!

You said I was useless!

Yeah?

What kind of a mate are you, anyway?

Well, we're not really mates, are we?

Yeah, exactly.

So I don't need to listen to you.

Try and wrestle your fucking head around this.

Aidan's fine.

Stan's daughter's cool.

You're still a twat.

Billy.

Billy!

[door opens, closes]

All right?

I'm gonna go stay with Gran for a bit.

What brought this on?

I realised that every time you look at me, Saul, Tam, you see him.

You see Dad and you resent us for being here.

No.

Don't say that.

It's OK.

I think it's good that Frank's here.

You've got a mate.

It's what you need.

I just feel I'm in the way.

[sobs]

You are never, ever in the way, all right?

I'm sorry if I made you feel like that.

From now on, just the four of us.

Don't cry.

You'll start me off.

[sniffs]

I hear you've been buzzing round Esther's.

Everybody needs good neighbours.

Friendly warning.

That's my brother's missus, you don't want the unfriendly one.

Well, it's not like that, you know, she's a mate.

[stutters] It's not sexual.

Well, not on my part.

The unfriendly warning involves you picking your teeth off the bar, Frank.

Service with a bloody smile, eh?

[Dom] If you're wanting to apologise for hitting me?

No. You deserved it.

You've got a really "punchable" face.

Just felt sorry for you sitting here alone.

-Where's your bird? -Working.

"Well, fuck off, Billy. Leave me alone."

Billy, no, it's just this whole Aidan thing, yeah?

I'm sorry.

Sit down.

[laughter in distance]

What are you so worried about?

Aidan did a good job.

We're all in the clear.

Because he lied to us.

He told Stanton's daughter he helped him to die.

Maybe he lied to her.

And what about flash trainers, eh?

And driving around in Stan's car?

You think he killed him?

No, but--

Maybe he did.

Fits the profile. Serial killer.

Mimi's got loads of them true crime books at home.

She's probably in some of them, too.

Ninety percent of all serial killers are male,

abandoned by their families,

unstable families with alcohol or drug addiction.

I mean, come on, his mum was a prossie and a junkie,

so that ticks that box.

Ah, for fuck's sake, he's not a serial killer.

Interested in voyeurism and pornography.

That's pretty much everyone round here.

Wets their beds until they were 12.

Look, Aidan's got no one else to rely on, right?

We can't start thinking shit about him.

He's just a nice normal lad.

[laughter in distance]

That's it.

I can't, not this afternoon.

Family problems. I really need to focus on my kids.

Yeah, but, you know, I won't make much noise.

You'll hardly even know that I'm there.

Sorry, Frank.

[door closes]

[sighs]

Aw, she'll come round.

She won't.

It's the bloody kids, you know?

They can't see it.

She needs me. She's got no one else.

Just get her drunk and shag her.

[siren wailing in distance]

No, no. It's not like that.

I like her.

She's a friend, you know, fucking mate.

[sighs]

So, blowjob?

Gimme a second.

Whoa.

Walked into a door.

Yeah, well--

It's nothing.

Just my old man Biddy.

Sometimes...

sometimes he struggles to get his point across.

Hang on, I've got some TCP here somewhere, I think.

I've told him I don't like it.

The shouting's bad enough, but.

No, no. You can't just tell him.

In one ear, out the other.

Write it down, make him read it.

Come here, right.

[exhales]

Right, hold still a bit. This-this may sting.

[screams] Ah!

The fuck!

Well, I said it might sting.

Fucking turps, Frank!

If you're trying to make me feel better, it's not helping.

Would a couple of pints and a party make you feel any better?

[chuckles]

Stan enjoyed a party.

[door opens, closes]

He would have been really made up to see everyone

having a great time just living life.

I guess all that's left to say is, to Stan.

[all] To Stan!

Who's Stan?

No idea.

Let's party!

[all cheering]

[hard rock music plays]

I'm just glad I could get Aidan off the hook.

I thought you said he asked Dom to help.

Well, yeah. Me and Dom.

Or more likely just Dom and you were hanging around like a spare twat.

She's always trying to make out like I'm useless.

Hey, you're not useless.

Come on, quick as you can.

[music playing]

[indistinct conversations]

You're being a right dick.

Mum's miserable and you're making it worse.

Just because the medicine tastes bad, doesn't mean it's not necessary.

Don't know what I was worried about, anyway.

Frank Gallagher was a total pushover.

You sure about that?

You made it.

Let me get that.

No, you're all right.

Oh, come on, Dom.

I'm buying a round for the whole bar anyway.

You know, these don't care about Stanton.

They're all leeches, hangers on.

Hey-ey, don't be arguing with my favourite customer!

Come on, Jamie.

He's a kid, he can't afford it anyway.

So you don't want me to pay for your drink then?

All right, fine.

[taps] Make it a double, yeah?

[bills rustle]

What the fuck's that?

This is Stanton's cash card.

-What are you doing with that? -It's OK.

No, it's not OK, Aidan.

Drinks for everyone!

[people cheering]

Outside, now.

[door closes]

-Why have you got his cash card? -He gave it to me.

Bullshit!

-He did. -[thump]

You've never had much luck, have you, Aidan, eh?

Your dad buggering off, your mam a junkie, on the game, turning her back on you.

But look at you now, eh?

With your flash new trainers, a car, money, centre of fucking attention.

[thump, groans]

Fucking hell!

Sorry.

[gasps]

I thought you were just a poor kid, scared out of his death.

But I see you for what you really are, Aidan, eh?

You killed him, didn't you little bastard?

Yes, you fucking did. You did it!

Dom!

["Storm Song" plays]

[siren wails]

[groans]

Is this how you think it went down?

Aidan!

[gasps, groans]

Probably enjoyed it, didn't I?

Got a kick out of it.

You don't need to do this.

Do it? It's already done.

Make you feel better, judging me, throwing me to the wolves?

Nah, it didn't, did it?

Poor old Dom, eh?

He ain't happy till everyone's fucked up as him!

[knife swoosh]

We can make that happen.

This is the part where you wake up, gasping for breath.

[thump]

Ah!

[coughs]

[sniffs]

[sighs]

How did it go, then?

Aidan got arrested.

Yeah, I heard.

Ah, so Frank came round, all droopy-eyed.

[mimics] "Me kid! Me fuckin' kid!"

Yup.

He doesn't miss a trick.

Me neither.

Bottle of whisky, please.

Drink's not always the answer.

[paper rustles]

[dog barks in distance]

-Do you have to go now? -You know I do.

Can't you just stay a little bit longer?

Hanging on by a thread here.

If you want me to stay till this afternoon,

you'll have to pay me again.

Just need a mate.

Then call a mate.

I don't have any mates.

Don't have anyone.

I don't have any more money.

I've got nothing.

Then call me when you do.

Take care, Dom.

Nadine, come on! Wait.

[kids chatter in distance]

Please.

My name's not really Nadine.

You do realise that, right?

[door opens, closes]

[birds chirping]

[Dom] Just wanted to apologise for last night.

You heard about Aidan, then?

Yeah.

I know he didn't kill my father.

You seem pretty certain about that.

I mean, these things do happen, especially where Aidan comes from.

Dad asked me, many times.

He asked me to help him die and I wouldn't.

I couldn't.

And he told me, he told me

he didn't want to see another birthday pass.

I knew he wouldn't be with us anymore.

Just be there for Aidan, eh?

He did a brave thing.

There aren't many brave men left in the world.

[footsteps approaching]

[thump]

Sorry about Aidan.

[kids chatter in distance]

[paper rustles]

Mum said you were sick, care of you and considering what's been going on.

[in low tone] Thanks.

[Frank sighs]

[restless music playing]

[door closes]

Bloody hell, mate! You going to a fancy dress party?

[sighs]

For with the judgment you pronounce, you will be judged,

and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.

Why do you see the speck that is in your brother's eye,

but you do not notice the log that is in your own?

Matthew seven, verses one-five.

[taps]

So, what? You've got something in your eye?

[siren wailing]

[door closes]

Any chance of a cup of tea?

You said you had information pertaining to Aidan Croker?

Yeah.

He didn't kill the old fella, Stanton.

He didn't even help Stanton do himself in.

He's innocent.

How do you know this?

Because it was me.

I helped Stanton.

I helped him die.

It was me.

[phone rings in distance]

Frank?

Frank, what the hell are you doing?

Frank!

What? What, what, what?

You're in my bed, naked!

Well, it's not, it's not what it looks like!

It's not, it's not sexual!

[kids chuckle]

[stutters] It's, come on, look, it's flaccid, it's flaccid!

It's like a baby's!

I know, Frank. I'm not stupid!

I know you didn't mean anything by it.

Thank you!

But you have to go, anyway.

I didn't...

want to get drunk.

They forced me.

My life's been turned upside down and back to front!

I don't want to live in a war zone,

fighting with my kids, with her, every day!

I don't have the energy!

[dog barks in distance]

Fine.

I'll just see myself out.

[door rattles]

You've made bail.

Friend of yours has posted it for you.

Love, I don't have any friends.

I wonder why.

Shift it!

[footsteps fade away]

Why didn't you tell me you helped Stanton die back in the house that first morning?

'Cause you're a priest.

Come on.

Not really.

Yeah, but you believe in that stuff, sin, the soul.

Didn't want you looking down on me.

I like you, Dom.

[Dom sighs]

You know, I don't know whether you're bullshitting me or not anymore.

You probably should have thought about that

before you turned yourself into the police.

I mean, you're screwed now.

Why did you do it?

You wouldn't understand.

That's all that's left of his money.

It's OK. It's a couple of grand.

It'll get you started elsewhere.

Brought your stuff.

[birds chirping]

You sending me into exile, Aidan?

This place is killing you.

And now you're gonna end up in jail, for what?

I know you don't think that I'm smart, but you're just like my mum,

fucking things up on purpose, punishing yourself.

See, Stanton, he didn't have a choice.

Parkinson's, he couldn't escape from that.

But you can.

Take you anywhere you like.

You're ridiculous, you know that?

[Aidan sighs]

[door slams]

[engine revs]

[sheep bleat]

[Dom] You can stop right here.

-[Aidan] Here? -[Dom] Yeah, here.

-[Aidan] But there's nothing here. -[Dom] Yeah, quite like that.

[tyres squeak]

[paper rustles]

For my own peace of mind, Aidan, what happened with the old fella?

What really happened?

Bye, Dom.

Thanks.

For everything.

[door slams]

[engine revs]

["Wild Horses" plays]

[kisses]

[whimpers]

[Stanton] There was a lot of things I meant to tell young Aidan.

How weird it was to think of it all going on without me, once I'm gone.

Life, people sleepwalking through it, racing through it, stumbling...

forgetting to stop and enjoy it.

Think you're right.

Think I am useless.

[sighs]

Who feeds Cilla every day?

Who looks after her, bathes her, plays with her, puts her to bed?

You're not useless, Billy.

You're a housewife and a damn good one.

Let's face it. I need you more than you need me.

[chuckles]

[Stanton] I meant to tell him that it doesn't matter.

We're having casserole for dinner.

And, you know, Mum makes too much.

So, you know, if you wanted to...

Touch my fucking toothbrush again and I'll fucking kill ya!

[Stanton] All the small problems, the slights, the bumps in the road.

That's mine!

[door closes]

[Stanton] One day, we'll all be dust and this will be nothing.

[sheep bleat]

[indistinct commentary on TV]

I meant to tell him the other thing about what I said,

about waiting for the right horse to come in.

[commentary continues]

Yeah, it's a pain in the arse when you lose,

but at least you had the thrill of the race,

the beauty of uncertainty.

At least you were living in that moment.

That's what it was all about.

Ah, he's a smart kid, he'll work it out.

-Promote it and they will come. -[mimes] They will come.

Are you going to Shane's festival?

[Letitia] "When a man is scared, testosterone and adrenaline increase."

Just scare him, right?

Fucking move!

-What's she going on about? -[Lillian] He shags his copper.

[Randall] Jack The Ripper can beast my ringpiece today.

[Shane] Six years with a psycho brass.

Now another mad bitch.

[Jamie] Maguire, crime family. Get rid.

-[camera clicks] -[Mimi] Right now!

You don't get to tell me what to do anymore.

[Billy] Go, go, go. We've got a fed, three o'clock.

At the hands of me own son!

So since I was running about like a twat,

and you've been round at Esther's the whole time,

who's been feeding Stella?

[gulps]

I dunno.

[dog barks in distance]

I suppose she's been feeding herself.

Hmm.

[mouthing]