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Smells lovely, that.

Well, it is your birthday.

I don't mind giving you a full English once a year.

Happy birthday, old man.

I'm married to an old man.

-And you're getting younger, are ya? -I am, you cheeky get.

I'm taking a special pill.

Oh, what's that? Black pudding?

-From the butchers and all. -It's very bad for me.

I know, but you like it very much.

I like you more, though.

Yeah. Only when I'm doing you a fry-up.

No, no. Christmas as well, when you've got your suzzies on and that.

Hey!

You leave my suspenders out of this. You'll get yourself excited.

What do you mean, "get myself"?

Hey!

-Maybe later. -Come on, love. I'll only be five minutes.

You're never five minutes.

-Five minutes. -She won't get up till gone 12.

She won't sleep till 12 on her dad's 50th.

Later. Come on, be good. Concentrate on cards. Birthday cards.

You're a spoilsport.

Eggs, scrambled or poached?

- Fried. - You're dying young.

I'm dyin' happy.

Me dad and Jean.

Written by Jean.

A fiver.

Can't even buy a pint for a fiver these days, can ya?

No.

Aww. It's a lovely picture.

He's made you look handsome.

- It's good, innit? - Yeah.

He's put the effort in.

-Shit. Dad? Dad, have you seen the van? -Eh?

- The van outside. Have you seen? - No.

- I… - Huh?

Oh, fuck.

- Dad, I… - Shit.

I'm sorry. I…

-I dunno what… -Hey, it's not your fault.

- They're such dickheads. - Hey, language.

Sorry.

-Did you see anything, Eileen? -No, nothing, Eddie.

-You didn't see a thing, no? -Sorry. It's been quiet this morning.

-Right, go and phone the police. -Again, you think?

That's what he said. Anything happens, give him a ring.

Okay.

- Dad, I'm sorry. - Come here. It's not your fault. Come.

It's all right.

Happy birthday.

They're all out, aren't they?

Did you see anything, mate?

- No? - No, mate!

- None of youse? Did you see anything? - No. Sorry.

Fuck.

Right, a bit of soap and water will get this off.

Can't believe you never saw nothing.

-When was the last time you seen the van? -When I parked up last night.

- What time was that? - Dunno. Must've been about eight o'clock.

- Eight o'clock? - Yeah. About eight.

Eight o'clock till now.

"Nonce."

Hang on.

N-O-N-S-E.

Yeah, I can see that.

Well, I don't know. Is that for me to decide?

Maybe they think Jamie's a nonce. Maybe they think Eddie's one.

Do we take a picture?

You don't need to come.

Me husband'll take it off. Should we take a picture?

No. Sorry, love, I'm not waiting. I'll take three pictures for you, okay?

And I'll get me daughter to email them over to you, okay? Thank you, love.

Thank you.

Take three pictures and email them to Sam.

She's in me email contacts.

Little twats.

Hey.

-Calm down. -It's your birthday.

Yeah, but they weren't to know that, were they? Just calm down.

Think of our Lisa.

Thanks for letting me know.

I'm not telling you what you should be doing.

I'm just saying, let's think of her, shall we?

Eddie, I've had enough of this.

Please, love, don't start. Don't say anything.

-What am I saying? -Look, you know what you're saying.

And it's not happening. We're not having this conversation. Not again, love.

Right?

We've been through it all.

He's in the dock in four weeks. Everyone'll be having a stare.

Yeah, but not at us. Right?

And he's behind a big screen, isn't he? Look, they're hiding him, that's all.

Yeah, they're doing a great job.

They're protecting him. We've been through all this with the lawyers.

This isn't gonna get any better.

-Me mum says she can get you work. -I don't need your mum to get me work!

What would I want your mum to get me work for, eh?

I've got work here. Love, I've got lads that depend on me.

I know that, but--

Love, she's got college, hasn't she?

Right? Do you wanna take her out of college?

Do you wanna ruin her fucking life as well, eh?

And you think moving back to Liverpool it'll be any better?

Because I promise you, it'll be ten times fucking worse, and you know that.

You know that, love. You know it'll be worse.

We've done nothing wrong, have we?

-Have we done anything wrong? No. -No.

No, so we're not moving. We're not moving, Mand. End of story.

-Shit. -It's all right.

I'll clean… I'm so… I'm sorry about that.

I'm sorry about that. I'll clean it up.

- Dad? - Hey, what are you doing there?

You shouldn't be listening.

Don't worry. I'll clean this off.

Did you send the email?

Yeah. Yeah. Um…

-There's your phone. -Thanks.

Who are you texting?

Billy.

Oh right. And how is that?

It's none of your business.

Is Dad all right?

Your dad's all right.

I'm just giving him space, because that's what I do.

He loves that van.

He doesn't love it. It's just a van.

I don't know. I don't…

I don't think soap and water's gonna do anything to it.

I don't know anything about paint. Do you?

-You're fuming, aren't you? -No, I'm not.

I'm not.

I… just don't understand who the nonce is meant to be.

I mean, he's 13. The fucking idiots probably don't even know what it means.

And, you know, it's obviously not Dad, and I just… Jamie, he wasn't…

He…

I found myself in his room the other day, giving it a hoover.

Yeah?

I didn't know what to do, really.

I can't go in.

You're all right.

Is Billy looking after you?

Mum, Billy doesn't look after me. Can you stop saying that?

I can… I can look after myself, right? I do look after myself.

You know, no one's…

No one's written "nonce" on my locker at school, so there's that.

- Okay. - Mand, where's that big sponge?

It's under the sink.

- It's not! I can't find it! - It is. Just look.

I'm looking!

All right, I'll be down now. I'd better go and help your dad.

Want a cup of tea?

No, I'm all right.

Okay. I love you.

I love you too.

- Did you find it? - Yeah.

-Want a cup of tea? -No, you're all right.

- You all right, Eileen? - Yeah, Eddie, thanks.

-Do you want a chair, love? -No.

-A chair to rest your legs? -No, I'm all right.

-Fancy a brew, love? -No, I'm fine.

Might have a bit of birthday cake, if you want some.

No? Fuck off, then, you nosy old cow.

All right, nonce!

Hey? Hey!

- Hey! - All right, nonce!

Did you do that to my van?

Did ya?

Nonce!

Hey, nonce!

Excuse, love. Watch out. Sorry.

- It's not coming off. - Isn't it?

No.

- Do you want to try some bleach? - That won't work.

Sorry.

-We'll have to go to Wainwrights. -Now?

-Yeah, now. We'll have to go now. -Why?

Because I need to get it off, Mand. I can't…

I can't turn up for work with that on my fucking van, can I? Hey?

-I know, but-- -Can I? No, I can't.

So, come on, let's go now. Won't be long. Come on, let's go. Lisa!

- Lisa, get downstairs, love! - What?

Put your coat on. We're going to Wainwrights.

- Can't I just stay here? - No, you can't stay here.

Someone vandalized the van.

Who knows what they'll do next? Not leaving you here on your own.

Why would I wanna go?

-Because I'm asking you to go! -Eddie, I've got the breakfast on.

Girls, please! Please, girls, do me a favor.

Please, help me out, love. I'm trying.

All right. Yeah, we'll all go.

- We'll get the day back. - Yeah? Hey?

-We'll get the day back. -Okay, yeah, yeah.

-Yeah. -Get the day back.

- I'll turn this off. - It is me birthday, isn't it? Hey?

Let's get the day back.

So, going to Wainwrights is some big birthday treat, then?

Yeah. It is for me.

I used to have fuck all when I was a kid. Count yourself lucky.

Didn't even get a tangerine, me. Right, in you go.

- Lock that door properly, love. - I have.

Keep your eye on our house, Eileen, would you?

Of course I will, love.

- Yeah? - I'll keep an eye on it.

Make sure you text Neighborhood Watch as well.

Eddie.

Well, just saying.

-Right on the fence. -Ta-ra, love!

Fucking nosy old bag.

Right. Let's get the day back, shall we? Hey?

-Yeah. -That's what you said, didn't ya?

Lise, put some music on, love.

Make sure you pick a good tune with a bass line.

What are you on about?

All good music has to have a proper bass line.

Know what I mean? You need a good bass guitar.

None of this plinky-plonk shite or your drum and bass bollocks.

Give me a proper bass line I can sink me teeth into.

You talk such rubbish.

And another thing,

when we get back from Wainwrights, we're going on an outing.

-An outing? -Yes, we're going on an outing.

A family outing.

And what will you do on your family outing?

I don't know.

-Climb a hill or something. -A hill?

Yeah. And we'll go to the zoo.

I'm not going to a zoo. I'm almost 18.

-All right, we'll go ice skating, then. -You, ice skating?

Yeah. What's wrong with me ice skating?

-All right, we'll go to the pictures. -Yeah, I'd, um… I do that.

-If I had to do anything, I'd do that. -Yeah?

-Yeah. -Pictures?

-Yeah. -All right, sweet. Pictures it is, then.

-Mand, do you fancy the pictures? -Yeah.

Yeah? All right. Have a look on t'internet and see what's on.

What's got into you?

Nothing's got into me, love.

I'm just… interested in solving…

-Solving the problem of today. -The problem of today.

And I'm helping.

Thank you.

"Solving the problem of today"?

-It's what the therapist has been saying. -What are we solving?

Nothing.

I just think it'd be a good idea for us to go to the pictures. That's all.

Yeah. We'll have breakfast first, though, hey?

Yeah.

She's making me a full English. With black pudding and everything.

- Black pudding? - Mm.

I got some in for your dad.

- You know, you are dying young. - That's what I said.

And I'm having fried bread.

And I've got some lovely bread in for that as well.

She's a fine woman, your mother.

So you tell me.

- Hey! - Sorry.

Right, so that's it, then. Sorted. We've got our day back, kids.

Come here, get the stuff, back to the gaff,

me and our Lise'll get the paint off while you cook the breakfast,

we'll all get changed, go to the pictures, and have a massive tub of popcorn.

-Ooh, yeah. -Can we go for a Chinese?

-Yes, we can. -Yes!

What do you want?

I want all of it.

-All of it? -All of it. I'm so hungry.

Okay.

It's ages since I've gone to the pictures.

-Yeah. -Found a tune yet?

I dunno. I don't really know what's got bass.

Put on…

Just type in, "a-ha."

Like, "a-ha."

"Take On Me."

-What? That hasn't got a bass line. -It has!

-No, it hasn't. -It has!

-They didn't even have a bass player. -They did. Paul.

-Who? -Paul.

He played the bass. He could play the drums and everything.

-Are you sure? -I'm positive. I was in the fan club.

Oh my God.

-You was as well, weren't ya? -I was.

Your ma had posters on her wall. She had badges, scarves.

-I loved those badges. -You have never told me that, ever.

Do you know, years ago, right, early days,

when me and your dad were just going out, it was at one of our first school discos,

and you decided to test me.

-It wasn't a test. -It was.

It wasn't a test. I'm telling ya.

Your dad, right, he wore this daft pink wig.

Everyone was laughing, but your dad never cared when people laughed at him.

Hey, I loved that wig. That wig was boss.

And it was the middle of the night, so, like, no one was dancing yet.

And we were what? About 13?

-We were in third year. -That's Year 9 in your language.

And the DJ was Mr. Barnes, our geography teacher.

- Slaphead. - Yeah. Slaphead.

He was getting desperate 'cause no one was dancing,

'cause, like, everyone was just too shy.

-A-ha was top of the charts at the time. -Yeah.

And your dad… This was bonkers.

He starts dancing on his own in the middle of the dance floor.

- No, it wasn't like that. - It was.

Right. No, Barnesy was a great teacher, right? But he was a crap DJ.

I was just giving him a hand. I was helping him out.

And everyone was just standing there, laughing their heads off at your dad.

-They weren't laughing. -They was.

No one was laughing, love.

They were loving me Northern soul dance moves.

-Northern soul? -Yeah.

-Is it that one? -I was a brilliant dancer.

-You was. -You know I was.

But then, right,

he starts slipping and sliding all over the floor.

Yeah, but tell the truth why, though. Tell her why.

-Why? -Right? No, tell the truth.

I bought these pair of red and white bowling shoes, right, from a…

No, from a charity shop to go with me wig. Right?

But I had no idea that these shoes, they had no grip.

-Because they're bowling shoes! -They had no grip.

So then… he slides, slips,

splits his legs in two, landed flat on his face.

Bosh.

And then he stood up, and he'd smacked his nose.

And there was just blood hammering down his face,

and everyone was just pissing themselves.

And then he said, "I'm bleeding here!"

For years in school, everyone'd just shout it at you, wouldn't they?

They'd be like, "I'm bleeding here!"

-Fucking shitty shoes. -It was funny, though, Ed.

I'm glad you found it funny, love.

I loved them all. I would've done anything for any of them.

Right. She would've done anything for any of 'em.

If your ma would've had her way, you'd have looked completely different.

You'd have looked like one of them…

You'd have had a Norwegian kipper. You know what I mean?

You'd have looked like Erling Haaland or something like that.

-It's coming up now, where you slipped. -You remember it?

♪ It's no better to be safe than sorry ♪

"I'm bleeding here!"

♪ On me ♪

♪ Take on me ♪

♪ Take me on ♪

The rest of the night, we just stayed sat together, didn't we?

I couldn't dance again in them shoes, could I?

Then you walked me home. Well, I walked, and you slid.

Your nana and granddad were waiting up for me.

Me dad said, "Have you been in a fight?"

And you went, "Something like that." Dead hard. "Something like that."

-Then you snogged the gob off me. -Dad!

-Oh my God. -You did.

Dad, no, stop!

She did. First time she ever gave me a frenchie.

-Dad! -I'll never forget it.

-Full tongue and everything. -Dad!

-Love, you swallowed me tonsils. -Ugh, Dad!

Well, maybe I did.

But you are really good at holding hands.

-Shall we hold hands in here? -Yeah.

-No. -Oh, why not?

-No. -We'll embarrass our daughter, will we?

-No, just don't want to. -What do you mean?

You should be made up. You're a child born of love.

Dad, stop.

You know, a child made of romance and petals.

No! No!

Yeah. You little love child, you.

Come on.

- Child made of rainbows-- - Dad!

And dandelions and daffodils.

Yeah, all right.

So immature. The pair of you. Children.

So, what exactly are we looking for, then?

Uh…

I dunno. Just something to get the paint off.

- Mm. - I'll meet youse back here, yeah?

What are we supposed to do?

I dunno. Spend some money or something. You're good at that, aren't ya?

- We are. Lovely. - We are good at that.

Come on, let's spend some money.

Excuse me, mate.

-You all right, fella? -Uh…

Someone's put some spray paint on me van. Wondering if you knew how I get it off.

Oh yeah. Um…

Not up on that really. But me colleague, he might be able to sort you out.

Okay.

Quint?

Where's he gone now? Quint?

-Yeah, he's good with stuff like that. -Okay.

-You all right? -Yeah, mate.

Fella says he's got some spray paint on his van. Wants to remove it.

Oh no. Have you tried water and soap?

Yeah, didn't touch it, mate.

How powerful was your hose?

I used a sponge.

Okay. Well, you'll need to hose it.

Then, use a paint thinner, or strong alcohol.

Vodka would do. Isopropanol, better.

Then a microfiber towel. Use that in a circular motion.

What's that?

We sell 'em. Um…

-Follow me. -Ta, mate.

So, yeah, circular motion with a towel.

Bit of a prayer. Best you can do, really.

Bit of a prayer? Won't the towel thing get it off, no?

Well, you'll probably have the residue.

No, if you want it all off, it's a respray job.

What is it?

A tag?

God, kids. I blame the parents, me.

Can you just show me where the blue paint is, please?

Well, no, if it's paint, like I said, you'll want it resprayed.

I can't afford that, mate. Just show us where your blue paint is.

Any color will do, really. It doesn't have to match.

-I just need to get the thing off me van. -Hey, I've just worked out who you are.

I've seen photos of you on Facebook.

-Can you just show us where the paint is? -Yeah. Just up here.

-Sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you. -It's all right.

It's just, uh…

Well, I'm on your side, you know.

Your son's side. For what it's worth.

Because he didn't do it, did he? I mean…

Well, even the stab wounds, where they said there were stab wounds,

there's bone in the penetration spots.

If you're making stuff up, at least make it anatomically possible.

Do you know what I mean?

And, uh…

Well, I've seen the photos of her.

So you've got my support--

-Can you just get me the paint? -Sorry, yeah.

-I just want the paint. -Sure. Just…

You should get him a good lawyer.

If you crowdfund it, lots of us would get behind it.

Here's your paint.

Dad. Dad.

You know, um,

I think there's people actually here for a proper day out…

Next, please.

- Anything else for you today? - No, ta.

- Interest in joining the club? - No, you're all right.

No? No worries at all, then. £34.99 altogether, please.

- Dad, you all right? - Receipt?

No, ta. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm all right.

Yeah. Just… I'm just hungry, that's all.

Okay.

- Got a lovely plant. Isn't it lovely? - Nice.

I think a fella in tires was eyeing me up, you know.

We'll have to tell our Jane to come here. It's a great place to pick up a fella.

What?

That's him, isn't it?

- Who? - Is he following me?

They're taking the piss, aren't they? Taking me for a twat?

- Eddie! - Shit!

- Come here, you little shit! - Eddie!

Come here. Fucking get up!

-Eddie! -Did you do that to my van?

-What? -Did you do that to my van?

-It was just a laugh. -Well, it's not fucking funny, is it? Hey?

Is it funny?

Don't smile, kid, 'cause I'll slap that fucking smile off your face.

Don't you fucking ever!

Listen to me, you little twat. Get up!

-Get up! Listen to me! -All right.

-You don't do that to people. Understand? -Yeah.

You don't know what the fuck I've been going through.

Don't fucking laugh at me, boy! Don't laugh at me!

Don't laugh at me.

Go on, fuck off.

You stay away from my family!

- Come on, hurry up. - What you doing, man? Go!

Take your fucking bike as well!

- Come on. - Wait.

What are you doing? What are you doing? Eddie!

Eddie, come on.

Eddie, please. Come on.

Let's just get in the van so we can go home.

Give us that plant. Give me the plant, love.

Give me the plant. Give us your bag.

Give us your bag. Come on, give me your bag.

Right, come on, girls. Get in the other side, please.

- Are you gonna clean that up? - You what?

Are you gonna clean that up?

- No. - It's a mess, pal.

- I've paid for it. - You need to clean it up.

- Not gonna happen. - Eddie!

-You're on camera-- -You fucking shut up, you dickhead!

-You shut up and get in the fucking shop! -You're on camera.

- Get in the van! - You and your fucking mate, weird twat!

Dad, should I… should I answer?

Go ahead.

- This is a message from… - Jamie.

…at Standling Secure Training Centre.

This call is from a person currently in a prison in England or Wales.

All calls are recorded

and may be listened to by a member of prison staff.

If you do not wish to accept this call, please hang up now.

Dad?

Hello, lad.

Just wanted to say happy birthday.

Thanks, mate.

Thanks for calling.

Did you get my card?

I did, yeah. Yeah.

And did you draw it?

Yeah, I did.

Thought so.

I said to your mum, I thought it was really good.

Forgot how much you used to love drawing.

Yeah. That's why I've started again.

Is everything all right?

Now the noise has settled down and that?

Uh, yeah. It's all right.

The librarian's all right with me, but

I've been getting some bother in the yard, but it's nothing.

You know what to do, don't you, lad?

Yeah. Yeah. I've got people to talk to.

Good.

What are you doing today, then?

I was just gonna have some breakfast.

- You haven't had breakfast yet? - No.

No, not yet, lad. We've been busy.

Oh.

I think we're gonna go to the pictures later.

And then our Lise wants a Chinese.

Kung po king prawn?

Yeah, you know the order, lad.

Got any good presents, Dad?

No, not yet. We haven't done pressies yet, Jay.

Um…

-Dad? -Yeah?

Uh, I…

I… I know today's not the day for it, but it just happened, you know, and--

What's happened, lad?

Just tell me. Forget it's me birthday. What's going on?

Well…

Well, with it all getting closer, I…

I… I've thought about it, and…

Dad, I'm gonna change my plea.

Hello?

Dad, I'm…

I'm sorry, but I'm gonna plead guilty.

Hiya, son. We're here as well.

Hiya, Jay.

What?

Oh.

Has the food got any better, love?

Uh, yeah, it's fine. I thought it was just me and Dad here.

I wrote to them about your intolerances.

Did you? That's fine.

Are you still in the gym all the time?

Only when I'm allowed.

Are you gonna turn into a bodybuilder or something?

Not really, no.

Anyway… I'd better get off 'cause there's other people waiting.

All right, son.

Usual time, end of the week, yeah?

Perfect.

-Dad? -Yeah?

I'm… I'm… I'm sorry.

And… and happy birthday.

Thank--

Get out this side.

Watch the paint.

Is he gonna be all right?

He'll be all right. Come on.

Come on.

What happened there, love? Kids, was it?

Fuck off, Eileen.

He hasn't fixed these windows properly.

They didn't seal it right. Did you feel a draft last night?

-Is that the top that I got ya? -Should've done it meself.

Yeah.

-Yeah. -It looks so lovely on you, that.

You're not bad for 50.

Let's leave going to the pictures.

No, you're all right. I've got changed now.

It's okay. We'll just leave it.

No, it's all right. We'll go.

It's okay.

-You sure? -Yeah.

Ta.

I thought he sounded better than last week.

Didn't he?

Maybe making a decision has made it a little better, eh?

-You remember what Jenny said? -Yeah.

Yeah, I do. And I'm not.

I'm not blocking ya. Honest, I'm not. I'm not doing that.

-Why are you being like this? -Being like what, love?

You were the one in with him.

I've never even seen the tape.

Please, let's not do all this again.

That's becoming your catchphrase, isn't it?

"Let's not do this. Let's not do that again."

I mean me being in there, you not being in there. Can we not do that again?

-That wasn't what I was saying. -Well, what are you saying then?

You saw the tape. I didn't.

This isn't you.

Threatening kids. Wrecking your van.

I know you're angry.

But him going guilty is probably for the best.

And if you were honest, you'd see that as well.

I saw what I saw.

And I didn't wanna believe it.

And then, when I saw it…

Eddie, I've known you since you've had bum fluff.

We've gotta survive this.

What if we can't?

Jenny says that when we feel like--

Fuck what Jenny says, love.

Fuck what Jenny says. She's not here now, is she?

He never left his room.

He'd come home, slam the door, straight up the stairs on the computer.

I'd see the light on at one o'clock in the morning.

And I'd knock, and I'd say,

"Jamie, come on, son. You've got school tomorrow."

And the light'd turn off, but he never said nothing.

We couldn't do nothing about that.

All kids are like that these days, aren't they?

You don't know what they're watching in their room.

Could be watching porn or anything. Do you know what I mean?

Look at that fella that popped up on my phone,

going on about how to treat women, how men should be men, and all that shit.

I was only looking for something for the gym, weren't I?

You can't keep an eye on them all the time, love. We just can't.

He has a terrible temper. But so have you.

Don't say that.

Well, I didn't give him that, did I?

-What, did I give him that? -No.

But I do sometimes think we should have stopped it.

Seen it and stopped it.

We can't think like that.

Remember? That's what she said.

It's not our fault.

Can't blame ourselves.

But we made him, didn't we?

When I was his age, my dad used to fucking batter me.

Sometimes he'd take the belt at me, and he'd fucking whack me,

and he'd whack me.

And I promised meself…

I said, "When I have my own kids, I'd never do that."

I'd never… I'd never do that to me kids.

And I didn't, did I?

I just wanted to be better.

But am I?

Am I better?

You tried to be.

We both did.

Yeah, I tried to be.

I took him to footy, didn't I? 'Cause I thought it'd toughen him up.

No, but he was crap.

So they just stuck him in goal.

And I just stood there on the side of the pitch

while all the other dads were laughing at him.

And I could feel him looking at me.

And I couldn't look at him, Mand.

I couldn't look at me own boy.

He idolized you.

And then, I took him boxing.

I thought that'd make a difference.

Well, that lasted ten minutes.

I know.

-He used to draw downstairs, remember? -Yeah.

Remember he sat at the table, the kitchen table, and he'd draw pictures.

-And he was good, wasn't he? -Yeah, he loved it.

He was really good. He loved it. He was there for hours, wasn't he?

Then he stopped that.

He wanted a computer, so we got him the computer.

We got him the desk and everything. The keyboard, the headset, all that stuff.

And I used to play the footy with him. Remember I played the footy with him?

Yeah.

And then the business took off, didn't it?

I'd have to leave at 6:00, and I wouldn't get back till 8:00.

I was home earlier, and I did no better.

You were a good mum.

You are a good mum.

Maybe I took my eye off the ball a little bit.

But he was in his room, weren't he?

-We thought he was safe, didn't we? -Yeah.

Didn't we think he was safe?

You know, what harm can he do in there?

I thought we were doing the right thing.

I was a good mum.

- You was. - I am a good mum.

You're a good dad. A great dad.

But we made him.

So if my dad made me…

how did I make that?

Come here.

We didn't know what he was gonna do.

That's why he wanted you in there with him. He knew you wouldn't believe it.

He thought you'd protect him.

Should I have protected him?

You couldn't.

-Could I have protected him? -No.

Should we have done more though?

I think it'd be good

if we accepted that maybe we should've done.

I think it'd be okay for us to think that.

I still see that little boy.

A bit gormless.

Swinging on the monkey bars.

Drawing pictures downstairs of monsters.

Eating choc ice.

And he'd get it all over his face, wouldn't he?

It'd be all over his face.

His little face.

It feels like it was yesterday.

It was.

It was.

He just kept saying it over and over.

He just kept saying, "It wasn't me."

"Dad, it wasn't me."

And I believed him.

And then I saw the tape.

How?

I wish it had been you.

I wish he'd have picked you. You'd have done better.

-No. -Yeah, you would.

No.

You'd have done better.

Are you guys all right?

- Yeah. You all right, love? - Yeah.

Is that new? It's lovely.

-Yeah. -No, it's not new. I'm probably just…

Probably just wearing it different 'cause…

You know, guys, it's the combinations.

I talk about it all the time. Combinations are everything.

I just… I just thought, "When else do I get to look a bit nice?"

It's Dad's birthday, you know.

Is that the top that Mum got ya?

Yeah.

It's nice.

-I should put something nice on as well. -No.

You look lovely as you are.

Lisa, I'm sorry, love.

-Them lads and this stuff with the van. -Dad, the van…

It's fine. I mean, the van looks worse, but you can't read the word on it anymore.

I'll get it resprayed.

Was it them lads?

Yeah, do you know them?

Yeah. They're…

-They're dickheads, to be honest. -Hey, language.

Sorry.

-Have they caused you any trouble? -Dad, ev--

Everyone causes me trouble.

Jamie's sister.

But we're staying here.

We're not moving. We can't move.

-We could do though. -No, Mum…

Mum, if we move, it'll be better for a bit.

But then someone's gonna find out something,

and then that… that something is gonna be everything,

and then it'll just be even worse.

You know…

It's Jamie.

Jamie's ours.

Isn't he?

We thought we'd leave going to the pictures.

Yeah. That's, um…

That's good. We can, um…

-We can rent a film here? -Yeah.

-That's a good idea. -Yeah, we could find some popcorn.

-We've got popcorn somewhere. -Yeah.

-We can get takeaway. -Yes!

-Yeah. -Please.

Prawn crackers for everyone?

Prawn crackers for everyone.

Shall we have some breakfast?

-A sort of breakfast? -Yeah.

Come on.

That black pudding will be sprouting legs and walking soon.

-Um, I'll set the table. -Thank you.

-I'll give you a hand. -You're coming nowhere near, birthday boy.

How did we make her?

The same way we made him.

♪ World is covered by our trails ♪

♪ Scars we cover up ♪

♪ With paint ♪

♪ Watch them preach in sour lies ♪

♪ I would rather see this world Through the eyes of a child ♪

♪ Through the eyes of a child ♪

♪ Darker times will come and go ♪

♪ Times you need ♪

♪ To see her smile ♪

♪ And mothers' hands are warm ♪

♪ And mild ♪

♪ I would rather feel this world ♪

♪ Through the skin of a child ♪

♪ Through the skin of a child ♪

♪ When a human strokes your skin ♪

♪ That is when you let them in ♪

♪ Let them in before they go ♪

♪ I would rather feel alive With a childlike soul ♪

♪ With a childlike soul ♪

I'm sorry, son.

I should've done better.