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[MUSIC PLAYING]

JIMMY [VOICEOVER]: My dad died
today.

When I was five, I was on this
pier

with him asking what came

first, the chicken or the egg?

He told me to bugger off.

Then he grabbed me and chucked
me high into the air.

It was dead kush.

It felt like I was flying with
the seagulls,

so I made him do it over and
over until his arms

nearly fell off.

And Mom said I really was her
angel now.

But soon after, Dad got made
with

for the second time, and he
never chucked us in the air

ever again or told me stuff like
what

he shot in the ,, put
the bob in the bob.

Dad soon forgot all about that
day on the pier,

but I never did.

I just had to be up there flying
around in it,

an angel among the seagulls.

It's amazing the things you'll
do

to get what you want even when
your dad's always in a temper.

I mean, the last thing I did was
to put in a job application

to the Archangel Gabriel,
because I figured

he was probably in charge of
recruitment and personnel

and whatnot.

I didn't realize what I actually
had

to do was to get my dad to pick
me up and chuck me in the air

just one more time.

Granddad, what does eschatology
mean?

Escha-what?

Eschatology.

I'll stop you going in that
shop.

Leave your granddad alone.

He hasn't had his sausage yet.

Do you have to do that here?

What time's your appointment?

I don't know.

Jesus Christ.

Can I have a note for games?

No, you can't have a note for
games, and hurry up.

You're going to be late.

Dad?

Listen, when I was your age, I
was running for the county.

But I've got a bad foot.

You'll get a bad foot right up
your backside.

I think he's clinically
depressed, don't you?

Clinically depressed?

Not much clinical about your
dad.

Just try and be more patient,
will you?

It's not easy for him.

Go on, gives us a note, Mom.

Bugger off, will you?

I'm late as it is.

Do you have to work at Fat
Sam's?

I'm thankful for small mercies.

See you.

Dear Mr. Ellison, Jimmy cannot
do games--

Sorry.

[INTERPOSING VOICES]

I've warned you, Sproat.

And what is it this time, spud?

My kits still in the wash, sir.

Well, then you will have to
clean those toilets.

Away, lads.

Dickhead.

JIMMY [VOICEOVER]: Things had
been really boring for ages.

All Dad did was cough his guts
out.

And all Mom did was get in a
knock.

Excuse me, sir?

Mr. Spence, the doctor will see
you now.

JIMMY [VOICEOVER]: If I'd been
Dad,

I would've gotten a divorce.

Come to think of it.

If I'd been Mom, I would've got
a divorce as well.

Granddad had no one that he
,,

except his pigeons.

I couldn't ever imagine him
divorcing them.

All I could do is hope Gabriel
got a move

on with my job application.

Otherwise, I was seeing myself
getting one of those where you

divorce your mom and your dad.

[MYSTERIOUS MUSIC]

GABRIEL: Now, look, if you're
really

serious about this application,
I need some personal details.

Date of birth.

Aren't you supposed to know
this already?

GABRIEL: Do you want to be an
angel, Jimmy?

20th of September, 1989.

GABRIEL: Occupation?

Still a boy.

Marital status-- or for goodness
sake.

I don't normally do
applications.

This form's clearly meant for
someone older.

Ah, here we are.

Health status.

Hereditary illnesses or formal
debilities?

I had mumps as a toddler.

GABRIEL: Annual income of
household?

I don't know.

GABRIEL: Well, give me a
ballpark figure.

JIMMY: Well, my dad's an
unemployed welder.

My mum's a chip and
my granddad's a pensioner.

GABRIEL: Are your parents happy,
Jimmy?

I don't know.

Did anyone ever touch you as a
child?

Make you do anything you didn't
want to do?

Get lost.

GABRIEL: Hey.

I'm just trying to get an
overview here.

It wouldn't disqualify you
anyways.

Don't get all shirty with me.

I wasn't getting shirty.

GABRIEL: We have to ask.

Standard procedure.

I'm completely normal, OK?

GABRIEL: I don't suppose you
keep a diary, do you?

Should I?

Oh, it might have come in
handy.

Good.

Well, I'll put this through the
system, then I'll be in touch.

Wait.

JIMMY [VOICEOVER]: Gabriel
looked a bit weak to me,

and he was a lot older than in
them

paintings where he's telling
Mary about giving

birth to Jesus and that.

In fact, he looked older than my
dad even,

so I thought angels must get the
age a bit,

or maybe it was an optional
thing.

I suppose it could get a bit
boring to be

the same for all eternity.

MOM: I've left yours on the
side, OK?

DAD: All right. Thanks.

MOM: You'll have to give that up
for a start.

One bit of comfort I get in
this life.

MOM: They don't send you to
hospital for nothing.

DAD: Where the hell do you think
you're going?

Upstairs.

No, you're bloody well not.

Come around here like freaking
Jesus.

What's happened to your
trousers?

I fell over.

You'll have to start taking
balancing lessons.

He's ripped the ass out of them.

It's just a nick.

Has someone been knocking you
around, Jimmy?

No.

What do you mean no?

How'd you got in that state?

Caught them on a spoke.

Catch you on a bloody spoke.

Did you hit them back?

Never anybody.

I caught it on a spoke in the
changing rooms.

Sitting duck now, Jimmy.

You know that, don't you?

Dad, nobody did nothing.

Are you all right, Jimmy?

If you made more of an effort
in games,

you wouldn't have these
problems.

Where the hell do think I'd be
if I just stood around

and let people rip me pants?

Come here.

Say someone's coming at you,
what do you do?

You have to block, son.

Come on.

That's it.

Faster, Jimmy.

Dad, nobody hit us.

Oh, Jimmy.

Stop it.

You'll never get anywhere with
that attitude.

Come on, man, defend yourself.

Ow.

Shit.

Look what you've done now.

MOM: For Christ's sake, what's
going on in here?

You stupid bastard.

MOM: What the hell did you do
that for?

DAD: Just teaching him to defend
himself.

MOM: For Christ's sake, Peter,
you've

got to get a hold of yourself.

Get yourself out or something.

You could have put his eye out.

Don't be ridiculous.

This little fellow has won me a
bob or two in his time.

He's been out of sorts the last
couple of weeks now.

So, lad, nothing interesting at
school this week?

No.

That's a pity.

Come on, little fellow.

Cup of tea, Jimmy.

No, thanks, Granddad.

Hey.

Shouldn't you be in school?

It's Saturday.

Dimwit.

I thought you were staying at
home with your dad?

Just try and be more patient
with him, will you?

Here, take these.

Now, bugger off.

You'll get us into trouble.

I'll see you later.

Beans?

No, mission peas.

See you.

JIMMY [VOICEOVER]: I spent most
of my time

wondering how long it took to
sort

out the angel applications.

Was there a separate department
just for that,

or was there one big office with
loads of desks dealing

with everything, including
prayers

and final judgments and stuff?

I hoped it wasn't like the
office,

where they keep asking you more
and more questions

and make you fill in more and
more forms

till you're so sick of the whole
business you give up.

Which is what they want you to
do in the first place.

Am I am in then?

Not yet.

Your general knowledge isn't too
hot.

So I need to just get a few
ethical points.

It is standard procedure.

Right.

What do you think of the most
pernicious obstacles

to leading a moral life?

What?

GABRIEL: What do you think's
really bad?

Tidying my room.

Mr. Bean.

I hate Mr. Bean.

GABRIEL: Things that are really
evil, Jimmy.

Like Hitler?

Why did you apply Jimmy?

Thought it would be kush.

Kush?

Yes.

Helping people, flying around
everywhere and that.

GABRIEL: Maybe you're too young
for all this.

What do you mean?

In the olden days, by the time
people were my age,

they were miners and sailors and
stuff.

Some of them even had babies.

Not strictly true.

My dad would be dead proud.

Yes, but can you handle the
responsibility?

Is that the wrong answer?

Well, that's just it.

It isn't a simple case of right
and wrong.

Why not?

OK, Jimmy, for the last time,
why

do you want to become an angel?

To save people.

From what?

From themselves.

From each other.

From the intolerable burden
society

puts upon their shoulders with
its pernicious

institutions, which lure them
into a false sense

of hope and security.

That would be kush, hm?

Yeah.

Well, I'll be in touch.

Just don't get your hopes up.

Where's ?

Norway.

MOM: Who the hell's been phoning
Norway?

DAD: Got an order for a new rig
and their short on welders.

MOM: And?

DAD: You have to pay your own
fare to get there.

GRANDDAD: They'll be asking you
to supply your own tools next.

MOM: How the hell are we going
to pay the phone bill?

DAD: How the hell am I supposed
to find work.

MOM: Sit down.

Dinner's not finished yet.

We'll be a civilized family at
least once a week.

I just wanted to see what was
on the telly.

MOM: Never mind the telly.

Get yourself back here now.

There's a documentary about
Josef Mengele on Channel 4

at half past 7:00.

Who?

Josef Mengele.

He was a Nazi doctor at
Auschwitz, the angel of death.

We're not watching that on a
Saturday night.

Why not?

Because I'm watching "Blind
Date" at half past 7:00.

Mom.

The opiate of the billy masses,
is that.

Christ, here we go.

More .

If ever there was an example of
a pernicious institution

that society uses to lull people
into a false sense

of hope and security--

MOM: One bit of comfort I get
around here.

There's "Swan Lake" late on BBC
too.

You've got to be joking?

I like a bit of ballet.

We're not watching it, and
they're all puffs.

How do you know?

Oh, for Christ's sake, Jimmy.

,, Jimmy, them
fellows are as tough

as any in the shipyards. - Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, I saw the Bolshoi in
Brighton at the--

Bolshoi bollocks.

We're watching "Blind Date" and
that's that.

They'll rot their minds with
this drivel,

but do they listen?

What about high rise housing?

I predicted that back in the
60s.

Oh, give it a rest, Dad.

He doesn't want to hear you
wittering on.

I do.

What was that for?

For being clever.

I wasn't being clever.

Yeah, but you thought you were.

GRANDDAD: I've told you about
them fags.

Paying to bloody well kill
yourself.

For Christ's sake.

- Where you going? - Down the
club.

I'm not staying here with
chairman Mao

running down me .

Here.

Take my tickets for the meat
draw.

Where are you going?

Nowhere.

Well, I put your case to the
lads upstairs,

and although you're no moral
philosopher,

your overall spiritual
coefficient's no bad at all.

What does that mean?

Well, you can forget being
for a start.

But seeing its exceptional
circumstances and all

that, we've had a little confab,
and you've been accepted

on a sort of traineeship.

Oh.

Hey, I stuck my neck right for
you.

What do I have to do for it?

I'm sorry.

I can't tell you.

You see, that's the whole point.

We have to see how you react to
different situations,

just for a trial period.

If you prove worthy, you get the
halo right away,

no questions asked.

You screw up, game's over.

What do you reckon?

Well, can I have a harp?

Well, I'm afraid harps are
reserved for cherubs only.

I could rustle up maybe a
trumpet, something like that.

I'll start you out with wings,
all that other nonsense

in the fullness of time.

If you'll just sign here.

Any questions?

Well, does God exist?

Oh, I'm sorry, I couldn't
possibly say.

But you're the arch angel
Gabriel.

Exactly.

It's classified.

Thank heaven for small mercies,
young man.

How will I know if I've passed?

You'll know.

Who you talking to?

No one.

What are you reading?

Nothing.

The doctrine of death,
judgment,

heaven and hell, the present
significance

of this in Christian life.

Eschatology.

You wanted to know what
eschatology meant.

Why?

Thanks, Granddad.

Harold.

Hey.

Slimy bastard.

So what do you reckon?

I don't know.

Come on, look at the
perspective on that.

Well, they're fantastic, Peter.

I mean, if they were lasses with
big knockers in a g-string,

there might be some kind of
market for them around here.

Attention, please.

The first prize in the next draw
is a lovely leg of lamb.

Just look at that greasy
bastard.

And it goes to 240.

Yeah.

Norman Banks.

Third bollocking week in a row,

Listen, Peter, there's not much
doing just in the minute.

I have heard rumors that

might be needing welders in a
month or two, but, well,

.

Our winner is--

eyes on your tickets, ladies and
gentlemen.

[NOISES]

DAD: What are you on about?

I only had two pints.

Where's old Jimmy?

GRANDDAD: What happened at the
meat draw?

MOM: He's gone to bed. What's
that?

DAD: Jimmy?

Norman Banks won a leg of lamb.

GRANDDAD: What?

Come here, son.

The month's report.

- Leave him be. - Jimmy?

MOM: It's 11:30.

Leave him be.

You can't stand this sort of
thing week after week.

What you always wanted, eh?

I don't know.

Come on, think.

GRANDDAD: I've been putting into
that raffle for five years.

A violin.

No, not a bloody violin.

Dictionary?

Come on, not a dictionary.

What any normal kid would give
their right arm for.

I don't know.

An encyclopedia.

And more by

A full United strip with
tracksuit.

Look, it's the full
,, that is.

Where'd you get that from?

It's knocked off, isn't it?

Bought it off Wrigley.

Then it's definitely knocked
off.

Ta.

Give it here.

Is that all you can say?

Ta?

You can take it back where it
came.

DAD: Give him back his present.

MOM: I'm not having stolen goods
in this flat.

What about the telly?

Give him back his football
strip.

I don't want it.

You're bloody well having it.

I don't you want a football
strip.

I'll thump you in a minute.

Ignorant sot.

Stuff the bloody football
strip.

MOM: Leave that. I'll do it in
the morning.

GRANDDAD: Oh, it's no bother.

You go on up to bed.

Go on, back to bed.

JIMMY [VOICEOVER]: In no time at
all,

I was really beginning to get
the hang of it,

going higher and higher, further
and further each time.

I knew things were going really
well because suddenly

something kush happened.

I was all puffed up with the
flying,

so I stopped for a breather and
out of absolutely

nowhere, granddad's dead pigeon
appeared right next of us.

It just had to be a sign from
above.

So when it flew away, I took off
right after it.

He hovered around for a bit, and
then I found a perch

at the very tip of the tallest
in the yard,

because I knew that otherwise
just a

was my job to keep a sharp
lookout.

No one seemed to notice, so I
waited

and waited for him to come back
up, but he never came.

Then suddenly, I realized he
must have been drowning.

So I swooped into the river like
a dipper bird.

I could hardly believe it.

It was horrible.

I grabbed him, but he was dead
slippery,

plus I was just a trainee and
that, and I could hardly see.

I was like dancing but without
any floor.

Then I realized I was drowning
too.

I was all dizzy and wobbly, and
my lungs were bursting,

and all I could feel was his
body and the pitch black.

Then all of a sudden, we rushed
up like a gun going off,

and we burst through to the
surface.

And he was safe, and then he
said--

Are you really an angel?

I'm a trainee.

You're wearing a dress.

It's my uniform.

You won't tell my dad, will you?

I better go.

Thanks for saving my life like.

Maybe I could show you a few
knots sometime?

Yeah, if you want.

See you next week then.

See you.

You're wearing a dress.

And your wet.

Of course, I'm wet.

Didn't you see us?

I just saved a boy scout.

Really?

Yeah.

Really.

So you better write this up in
your report.

That should do the trick.

Prove I'm worthy.

It was really kush.

I was flying around everywhere
and I saw him go in the river,

so I dived right off the top of
the

and I swooped down.

It was amazing.

Any witnesses?

No.

Yes, the boy scout.

Doesn't count.

Why?

There has to be a third party.

Now, I'm not saying you didn't
do what you said you did,

but in those situations when the
adrenaline is pumping,

it's easy to get carried away a
little bit.

Know what I mean?

What?

Are you telling me this really
doesn't count?

Afraid not.

I just done the most amazing
rescue.

You should have been there.

I mean, where were you?

You're supposed to be
??

Look.

I'll tell you what.

I'll make a note of it.

But it can't be an official
entry.

But I nearly bloody drowned.

It's a good thing you didn't.

Next time, why don't you try
something

a little less ambitious?

It can create a better
impression.

Yeah, well.

I could be waiting for ages.

GABRIEL: Hey.

Why aren't you wearing the new
United shirt?

I wouldn't be seen dead in it.

You're an atheist, aren't you,
grandad?

GRANDAD: Well, if there was a
god,

why would it be war and disease
and kids starving?

So all war and stuff means that
there's no god.

GRANDAD: Well, you tell me.

Can there still be miracles if
there's no god?

The only miracle around here
will be when

you shut up for 30 seconds.

Listen, son.

Christianity is a complete
bloody mess.

For a start, Jesus was Jewish.

Do Jews believe in God?

You'll have to ask a Jew.

JIMMY: Do I know any Jews?

Go upstairs and tidy your room,
Jimmy.

JIMMY: I did it this morning.

What if God exists, but he
doesn't want

us to know that he does exist?

So he pretends that he doesn't.

Uh, ya what?

What if God's just pretending
not to exist?

Jimmy.

Go upstairs.

I want to talk to your mum.

What do you think, Dad?

Upstairs, Jimmy.

Now. JIMMY: Why?

I only want to know .

For Christ's sake, will you
never do as you're told?

I think God's a right bastard,
OK?

My test came back today.

There's tumors all over my left
lung.

Are they absolutely sure?

He showed us the X-rays.

Oh, God, Peter.

Well, we're not to despair,
son.

They can perform miracles these
days, you know?

Oh, aye.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

JIMMY: Why can't you save him?

GABRIEL: It's not that simple,
son.

It's not even my job.

I've been running around like a
blue horse fly as it is.

JIMMY: You're not much of an
archangel, are you?

GABRIEL: I'm not omnipotent, you
know.

JIMMY: Well, can't God save him?

GABRIEL: I can't answer that.

JIMMY: Why?

Is it classified?

Maybe he thinks my dad's not
worth it.

Is that what you think?

Is it true you're Jewish?

Well, that's a fascinating
question.

Just tell me if my dad's going
to get better.

I'm afraid I really don't know.

Well, my granddad says doctors
can

perform miracles these days.

The plateau of Nauru is largely
composed of rock

phosphate, leeched from guano.

Can anyone tell me what guano
is?

STUDENT: Shit soup.

[LAUGHTER]

TEACHER: Bird droppings.

These droppings cover almost 70%
of the island.

And were at one time over 30
meters thick.

Why, that's a load
of shit sir.

Thank you, Sproat.

But this shit--

[CHEERING]

This deposit of guano is
actually

a very valuable commodity.

A rich, natural--

Jimmy, pass .

TEACHER: Fertilizer, that formed
the basis

of this island's economy.

Hitherto this discovery was
considered, economically

at least, very unimportant.

[INTERPOSING VOICES]

Picture of your mum.

TEACHER: --on Nauru is among the
highest

in the world. - Go on, Jimmy.

Give it to her.

Go on, give it to her.

TEACHER: Current rates of
extraction--

I'm disappointed with you, Spud.

Very disappointed.

Detention.

[LAUGHTER]

[DISTANT HELICOPTER SOUND]

DAD: Oi.

What the hell do you think
you're doing?

Nothing.

Thought you were going out.

I am.

Well, go on then.

Bugger off.

Hello.

JIMMY: You found us all right?

Yeah, recognize your face.

This isn't the full
you know.

.

Finish them off.

Brought another packet.

Thanks very much.

Do you see lots of people?

Not really.

You're the only one so far.

Told your dad?

He's got cancer.

Did you tell yours?

BOY: He's dead.

Maybe I Keep an eye
out for you and that.

What for?

Well, you never know.

We might even be able to do
something about your dad.

But not tell anybody

I promise.

It's what the angels do.

It's meant to be good for you,
being kissed by an angel.

You're my guardian angel?

Is it all right to see your
wings?

JIMMY [VOICEOVER]: My brain said
no, but my mouth said--

OK.

Not here, though.

JIMMY [VOICEOVER]: As usual,
Gabriel was nowhere to be

seen when I really needed him.

I knew I was about to breach the
angels' official secrets act.

So in desperation, I fired off a
silent prayer.

And someone must have heard,
because--

Are you wearing your pants?

Because I'm a Muslim.

We're not allowed to look at
another person's body

unless they're wearing their
pants.

Wow.

JIMMY: What do you reckon?

BOY: They're lush.

Soft soft.

JIMMY: Fluffy?

BOY: Can you flap them for me?

[FLAPPING SOUNDS]

Hang on.

I'll take me top off.

JIMMY: I'm not sure you should.

BOY: It's all right, man.

I'm a boy scout.

OK.

JIMMY: What's it like?

BOY: It tickles.

Can you not flap them faster?

JIMMY: No, man.

I'd take off.

[SOUND]

What was that?

I think I'd better go home now.

BOY: But I haven't even shown
you any knots yet.

Don't forget your promise.

You're not to tell anybody about
my wings.

BOY: I won't. - See you.

Honest.

JIMMY [VOICEOVER]: Apparently,
some bloke

from the Salvation Army said
that the devil

had all the best tunes.

But then Shakespeare reckoned
that music

was the food of love.

Well, everyone knows the devil
doesn't have any love.

And love can cure anything.

[CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING]

What the hell's this?

It's Handel. GRANDAD: That old
crank.

MAM: What do you fancy for
supper, pet?

Turn it down.

GRANDAD: It's bloody murder.

It's good. GRANDAD: Get it?

Handel.

Old crank.

Turn it off, Jimmy.

I cannot concentrate with that
blaring away in my ear.

GRANDAD: You have no
appreciation

of the finer things in life.

MAM: You want some fish fingers
or frozen pizza?

Whatever.

Jimmy, I'm warning you.

MAM: Or there's chicken pieces.

They need eatin' up.

Oh, for Christ's sake.

Bugger the chicken pieces.

GRANDAD: I was listening to
that.

Nobody was listening to
anything.

It's like in here.

Careful with my CD.

DAD: Here.

Take your bloody CD.

Fucking hell.

Look at that.

That's my first proper
commission,

gone for a fucking burn.

I'll skip tea, sweetheart.

I think I'll have a lie down.

Sorry, dad.

Sorry.

It's all right, love.

Why you sitting here?

GRANDAD: I was just thinking.

Are you crying?

I was thinking this place is
just a bit small for all of us.

I hate them.

No you don't.

Will he go to heaven?

He's not dead yet, Jimmy.

Grandad.

Is it true that if you believe
in something enough

you can make it happen?

Maybe.

Can I tell you something?

Go on.

I'm training to be an angel.

That's good.

And I've got a friend who I
saved.

Oh, aye?

Aye.

He's a boy scout.

Your dad was a boy scout.

Kush, yeah.

Well, good luck with the
training.

You won't tell anybody, will
you?

If you won't tell anyone you
saw me crying.

Not a soul.

ANNOUNCER [TV]: Way to go, John
Robson.

He's got a great face, and he's
really enjoying himself.

As he should be.

ANNOUNCER [TV]: For the last
three holes,

averaging the 16th is 4.6.

The 17th is getting on for
almost 6.

Did you know that Gabriel
dictated the Quran to Muhammad?

You mean .

Same difference.

I found out that there's angels
everywhere.

Even in Africa.

When somebody dies in Africa,
they

get something that belonged to
that person

and bury it in the ground.

And in the night, the angels
come

and turn back into that person
so they come back to life.

BOY: Really?

Yeah.

I thought we would try it on
your dad.

All we need is one of his old
shoes or something.

What do you reckon?

Is that really a celestial
trumpet?

Yep.

[POOR TRUMPET PLAYING]

What the--

Jimmy?

I think you should take a
breather.

DAD: Jimmy.

Shit.

DAD: Jimmy.

What the hell is this?

I'm practicing.

Practicing what?

My trumpet.

Kush, eh?

It's bloody murder, Jimmy.

Cut it out.

What's he doing here?

He's practicing as well.

He hasn't even got a trumpet.

Go and play outside, the pair of
you.

DAD: What have you got on?

It's me tunic.

It's a frock for Christ's sake.

It's not a frock.

It's a frock.

And it's coming off this minute.

You're not dressing like a
fucking fruit in this flat.

Dad?

Get it off now.

You can play your trumpet in
jeans and T-shirt

like every bugger else.

What the hell is this?

JIMMY: Nothing.

What have you two been up to?

Nothing.

What have you been doing alone
with Jimmy?

He didn't do anything, dad.

Has he been messing around with
you?

No.

DAD: It's disgusting.

I'm downstairs barely able to
catch my breath

and you're up here with a boy
scouter.

Dad, stop it, dad.

It's the school's.

It goes in the cubbard.

Dad, please, man, you don't
understand.

[COUGHING]

I bloody well do under--

[COUGHING]

What's going on in here?

Mom, he smashed my celestial
trumpet.

I'll smash your bloody heads
together,

upsetting your dad like that.

Come on, love.

Put some clothes on when you've
got guests.

[COUGHING]

[POOR TRUMPET PLAYING]

GABRIEL: He's going to have to
write

a note to your music teacher.

This thing's beyond repair.

I know that.

You're not being very helpful.

What exactly do you expect of
me?

Why won't you
bloody angel?

angel, none of this
would have happened.

Is that what you think?

JIMMY: Yes, that's what I think.

Do you know, I thought you were
a lot smarter than that.

What did you think you were
doing wearing a dress

with your dad in the flat?

The man's an unemployed
Newcastle

United supporter with cancer for
crying out loud.

If you'd been there, you could
'a told us to take it

off before he came barging in.

Do you think you're in some
kind of course

where people teach you how to do
all this stuff?

I told you straight from the
start, prove yourself worthy

and you get the halo straight
away and no questions asked.

But you have to do it on your
own.

Well, ask you to do
just one thing for us?

Fire away.

Write us a note for the music
teacher.

DAD: He's not normal.

MAM: He's perfectly normal.

DAD: He's not.

Normal kids worry about United
avoiding relegation.

They don't give a toss about
Jews

believing in God and whether
God's pretending not to exist.

Christ, where does he get all
that from?

Not from you, obviously.

Why hasn't he got a girlfriend?

He's 11, Peter.

By the time I was his age, I
knew

the name of every last

who was sprouting tits.

Need we say more?

I wonder if he's started
wanking yet.

Peter.

Talking of which--

lend us a hand?

Not sure I can manage much else.

Lie back, lover.

Think of England.

[BAND PLAYING MUSIC]

.

Who did that?

[LAUGHTER]

What on Earth do you think
you're doing?

I'm surprised at you, Jimmy.

I thought you were more mature
than that.

But miss--

Detention.

You could've had my eye out.

Right.

From the beginning again.

1, 2, 3, 4.

[BAND PLAYING MUSIC]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

JIMMY [VOICEOVER]: Dad's cancer
was getting worse.

Ticking away like the clock on a
bomb.

We all knew the doctors would
have

to perform miracles to stop the
ticking

before the bomb went off.

DOCTOR: Tests show that this is
a malignant tumor

that has spread not just in the
lungs,

but widely through the body.

Perhaps if I could just show you
on the CT scan,

the area of the tumor which has
spread

to the center of the chest.

JIMMY [VOICEOVER]: But what no
one else could see

was there's something growing
and spreading inside of me too,

making me tingle and sparkle
until I was sick.

I didn't know how long it would
take,

but I knew when I was filled up
to the top with it,

I'd be able to stop the ticking
of any bomb.

Then everyone would say I was an
angel.

And everything would be better.

At least that's what I thought.

I thought we could do with a
nice pie.

What's in it?

GRANDAD: Do you like it?

It's not too bad.

Pigeon.

There's naught wrong with pigeon
pie.

It's a gourmet dish, is this.

Yeah, well, waste not, want not.

[DISTANT CAT MEOWING]

Jimmy.

Sorry.

[DISTANT DOG BARKING]

JIMMY: Shh.

Did you get it?

Here.

It's a sock.

I couldn't find a shoe.

Won't it work with a sock?

I don't know.

Why couldn't you get a shoe?

This is pathetic.

It's all there was.

Sorry.

while I dig a hole.

OK.

Put it in.

Aren't you supposed to do a
spell or something?

I'm an angel, not a witch, you
divvy Shit.

Just pretend you're waiting.

What are you doing, Jimmy?

It's four in the morning.

Planting things.

What things?

Socks and that.

You're going to have to stop
this, we told you.

What are you doing here?

It's his dad's sock.

Does your dad know about this?

His dad's dead, mom.

What about your poor mother?

He's a scout.

- He'll have to go home, now. -
Why?

Because I say so.

Right.

Sit down.

We need to have a talk.

Sorry I was digging so loud.

It's not about that.

It's about your dad.

Try and understand.

They're going to have to take
him in, Jimmy.

In where?

To the hospital.

The tumors are growing, and--

he won't be coming home.

What?

Not ever?

He's going there to die.

That's why he's been so
horrible, isn't it?

Just forgive him for me.

I'm trying my best.

MAM: I know.

He's not going to die.

He is, love.

I'm going to make him better.

That's what angels do. - Jimmy--

JIMMY: I've been practicing.

I saved a boy scout .

Jimmy, listen to me.

Mom, you've got to believe
this.

MAM: Jimmy, be quiet. - No.

- Shh. - No.

[SMACK]

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- Get off - I'm
sorry.

- What did you do
that for?

- I didn't mean it. - Why did
you hit me?

I didn't mean to.

Get off us.

Get off us, you

[CRYING]

You're going to have to help
me, Jimmy.

You're going to have to be very
grown up.

He's going to get very ill.

He's going to look old and
terrible.

But you have to be very brave
and not let him know.

Why not?

MAM: Because we have to give him
hope.

[COUGHING]

We've woken him up.

I'd better go.

I love you, Jimmy Spud.

I'm never going to make it at
this rate.

Look what happened with the
sock.

Anyway, it should have been his
dad's shoe.

OK.

Right.

That should do the trick.

[LAUGHTER]

You said there was no
..

Granddad was wrong and all.

Doctors can't perform miracles.

It's all a load of
bollocks.

What did your mom say?

He's going to look horrible.

I wouldn't tell your dad that.

Why not?

It wouldn't make any difference.

Maybe you're trying too hard.

Miracles are tricky things.

Even I can't do them.

Why don't you stick to something
you know?

Do the right thing.

It's surprising how difficult
that can be.

Sorry I tried to look at your
tits in Music.

It's all right.

Do want to see me fanny? JIMMY:
No.

Pervert.

You're not crying again, are
you?

No, no.

Oh, where'd you get it from?

GRANDAD: Do you like it?

Aye.

GRANDAD: Well, it's all right
then.

Oh, grandad.

You'll one of your
old shoes, won't you?

[LAUGHING]

[TRUMPET PLAYING]

Does he look horrible-like?

You're not to mention it.

If just keep going.

It's for his own good.

I'm not sure this is a good
idea.

He looks terrible.

Stay here until I give the
signal.

Dad.

Dad.

Jimmy.

Are you OK?

Smashing it.

I took a walk down the corridor.

JIMMY: That's good.

Got knackered, though.

Do you want to try it?

Aye.

Go on then.

It's just like breathing air.

It's pure bloody nectar, son.

You'll be all right, won't you
dad?

Well, they say it's getting
worse.

There's a good chance it'll not
go into the other lung.

Not a bad fit.

You'll soon grow into it.

I'm sorry I smashed your
trumpet.

It's all right.

Look who's here to see you.

Hello, Mr. Spud.

Jesus.

Well, you'll think it's weird
but we've got to try

doing it in front of you.

We've been doing it for ages
now.

Jimmy.

You're only 11.

I'm his guardian angel.

I told you about him.

I'm an angel, dad.

You're a little deviant, Jimmy.

I'll save you.

God will come.

Jimmy, don't-- oh no, Jimmy,
don't.

[TRUMPET PLAYING]

JIMMY [VOICEOVER]: Handel
obviously hadn't

worked because it was a CD, and
not

really music of the spheres.

I mean, what was the point of
being an angel, between heaven

and having harps and trumpets
and stuff,

and not using them to do your
job?

Anyway.

Everyone knows that if you
believe in something enough,

you really can make it happen.

[COUGHING]

[DEVICE BEEPING]

It's making him worse.

.

DAD: Bugger off, the pair of
you.

[COUGHING]

.

Bloody , you.

You're not be my guardian
angel.

.

Don't come near me ever again,
mad bastard.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

JIMMY [VOICEOVER]: Everything
was going from bad to worse.

And everything seemed hopeless.

Like when you look at the stars
and they're a million years

old, and everything is dying and
falling, and you're tumbling,

and there was no one to catch
you.

And you are tiny and
insignificant,

and if the history of the world
was the beach,

you are smaller than the
smallest grain of sand.

And there were no wings to save
you.

And you are all alone.

You're a complete wanker, Spud.

You'll be banned from school for
life.

Shut it, Sproat.

I want a word with you, Spud.

You're not in here for a
telling off, you know.

I know about your father.

You see, when I was your age, my
dad, he got ill too.

It wasn't his lungs.

It was his pancreas.

But--

What's that?

What's what?

Pancreas.

Well, it's another one of your
internal organs.

Anyway, I remember how I felt
when I used to go

and visit him in the hospital.

And you-- you feel hopeless,
don't you?

Totally useless.

Because there's nothing that you
can do.

And I remember--

I remember sitting there and
thinking, I love you.

You see-- so I do know how
you're feeling, son.

You really loved your dad,
didn't you, sir?

Yes, I did, son.

Well, I hate mine.

He's a bastard.

Oh, Jimmy.

Get off me.

You're a bastard.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

SAM: It's all right, love.

It's all right.

Whatever happens, you can count
on me.

Thanks, .

No, no, no, Sam.

Grandad.

Grandad.

Grandad.

Grandad.

Grandad.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Jimmy.

What are you doing?

You worried

What?

to prove you are
who you say you are.

Jimmy.

.

My dad's dying.

And you can't be bothered to
help him.

Oh, Jimmy. Listen to me.

I really care about your dad. -
Get off.

Fuck off. Get off me.

Stuff your trainings up your
ass.

You fucking useless .

I must have been mad thinking
you'd be any help.

I hate you.

But I hate you more.

If you're the Archangel
Gabriel--

Oh, Jimmy.

Then God must be in real
trouble.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Grandad.

[DISTANT PLANE FLYING OVERHEAD]

He needs a bit of work on his
spelling.

I'd better call the police.

I don't think we need to do
that just yet, love.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[DISTANT HELICOPTER SOUND]

GRANDAD: Jimmy?

Grandad?

Christ,

JIMMY: How did you know I'd be
here?

I wasn't sure I could make it.

I brought you a pie.

Don't worry.

It's not pigeon.

Third prize in the meat draw.

I put in a complaint to the
committee.

Your mum made it.

Go on, eat up.

I'm not hungry.

Give it here, then.

I'm bloody starved.

JIMMY: How did you know that was
there?

I put it there.

This was me , lad.

A long time ago, mind.

And I wasn't sure this stuff
would still be here.

You sure you don't want a piece?

Delicious.

Your mom can half cook.

Look.

You can just make out the
Neptune yard.

They built the down
there, you know.

I know.

Of course, all this was lit up
like a Christmas tree

in the old days, when the yards
worked three shifts.

Ships were being built here 24
hours a day, 365--

Why does dad hate me?

He doesn't hate you, son.

He does.

He doesn't much like you,
either.

He calls you names, like Ho Chi
Minh.

Who the hell is Ho Chi Minh?

Well, that depends on your
point of view.

He was either a great man, or
just another commie bastard.

They say he might not last
through the weekend, Jimmy.

If I had kids, I wouldn't break
their trumpet.

I'd they were
musical.

And I'd be pleased if they
wanted to become angels.

What happened to your friend?

He went away.

Is dad really going to die?

Yes, Jimmy.

He is.

I was crap at being an angel.

GRANDAD: Did you try your best,
son?

Well, that's all anyone can ever
do.

Are the pigeons all right?

Why shouldn't they be?

They're homing pigeons, lad.

Put them on the Moon, they'll
still come back.

Well, I'm not coming back,
Grandad.

I'm going away and I'm staying
away.

OK, Jimmy.

Only you can decide what's right
for you.

I'll leave the rest of this pie,
because it

can get really cold up here.

Listen.

Before you go, why don't you pop
by your dad, if only to

say goodbye.

Right.

I'd better be off.

Your mom will be wondering where
I've got to.

You should be in bed.

Couldn't you sleep?

No.

Where's your mom?

She's having a cuppa.

I could murder a cuppa.

Do you want us to bring you
one?

No.

I couldn't drink it if I tried.

How's school?

Ellison knows about you.

He's a tosser.

His heart's in the right place,
but that's about it.

Do you want us to call the
doctor?

I want to pick you up and chuck
in the air, remember?

Aye.

Play the trumpet, Jimmy.

Not now, you divvy.

But play it.

And whatever you like.

You can do things I never could.

You .

You're a marvel, Jimmy Spud.

Put the mask on, dad.

Dad?

Dad, put it on.

Can hardly lift me arm.

I need help to piss and I can't
even breathe.

I love you, Jimmy.

I want to throw you high in the
air.

Help us, son.

Help us throw you high in the
air so I can watch you fly.

Fly, Jimmy.

Fly.

[STRUGGLING NOISES]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Dad.

Dad.

Dad. Dad.

Wake up.

Dad.

Please wake up, Dad.

Dad, I didn't mean it.

Dad, please.

didn't mean it.

It was a mistake.

Dad.

Dad.

Dad, please. - Jimmy.

Jimmy. - I'll save you--

Jimmy. Jimmy.

It's me. It's me.

It's me, it's me, it's me.

Mom.

My love.

Oh, my love, my--

my sweet lover.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Mom.

It's all right, sweetheart.

It's all right.

I love you, Jimmy Spud.

Oi, Jimmy.

Dad?

He's gone, sweetheart, he's
gone.

Mom.

Oi, Jimmy.

Oi, son.

JIMMY [VOICEOVER]: My dad died
today.

He never did much care which
came first, the chicken

or the egg, or whether God was
pretending not to exist,

and if Jews believed in Him and
all that stuff.

But when I was five, he picked
us up

and chucked us high in the air.

I never imagined he would
remember that day,

or that ever since, he'd been
trying

to figure out how he could pick
me up and chuck me in the air

just one more time.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Are you ready?

Good.

[SINGING IN NON-ENGLISH]

[SINGING] I looked over Jordan.

[SINGING IN NON-ENGLISH]

A band of angels.

[SINGING IN NON-ENGLISH]

Swing low, sweet chariot.

Swing low.

Coming for to carry me home.

Swing low.

Swing low.

Swing low, sweet chariot.

Coming for to carry me home.

I looked over Jordan and what
did I see

coming for to carry me home?

A band of angels.

A band of angels coming after
me.

Coming for to carry me home.

[SINGING IN NON-ENGLISH]

I looked over Jordan.

[SINGING IN NON-ENGLISH]

A band of angels.

[SINGING IN NON-ENGLISH]

Swing low, sweet chariot, coming
for to carry me home.

Swing low.

Swing low.

Swing low, sweet chariot, coming
for to carry me home.

[MUSIC PLAYING]