Original subtitles

[music playing]

FRANK GALLAGHER: Now nobody's saying that Chatsworth Estate

is the garden of eden, but it's been a good home to us,

to me, Frank Gallagher, and me kid's

who I'm proud of, because every single one of them

reminds me a little of me.

They can ll think for themselves, which

they've got me to thank for.

Quick leggy.

FRANK GALLAGHER: Lip, who's bit of a gobshite, which

is why nobody calls him Phillip anymore.

Ian-- a lot like his mom, which is handy for the others,

because she's disappeared into thin air.

And Carl-- we didn't let him grow his hair for two reasons.

One, it makes it stand on end and makes him look like Toyah.

Two, nits love him.

Debbie-- sent by God-- total angel.

You have to check your change but she'll go miles out

of her way to do you a favor.

Plus little Liam, who's going to be a star someday.

Wicked.

FRANK GALLAGHER: Sheila, me bird-- couldn't be happier,

one place short of a full set, though.

Carl and Marty, the lodgers from hell.

Last of the lonely hearts and a psychologist's wet dream.

Still, nobody's perfect.

But all of them, to a man, know first

and foremost, one of the most vital necessities in life

is, they know how to throw a party!

[inaudible]

SHEILA JACKSON: Don't misunderstand me, I'm still

anxious, depressed, panicked.

I get the shakes, day sweats, night terrors, palpitations,

heads, stomachs, chests, pins, needles, hand spasms,

leg spasms, facial spasms.

I'm obsessive compulsive, in constant [inaudible]

and fear of social exposure.

And there's the odd mouthful, sir.

So I can't say I'm cured.

I thought Frank's death would trample my love to dust,

but I've moved on.

I own my grief.

That's what Jesus says, anyway.

He knows everything.

[music playing]

Shit.

Why didn't wake us?

[inaudible] today.

She's got to find out sometime.

Oh, don't go.

Monica wants [inaudible]

Jesus and you know I'm always the strong silent type even

though she couldn't speak because her fucking tongue's

worn out.

Watch it.

Piss off.

Snap out of it.

You've been dumped.

- She's a slag. - No.

She's not a slag.

She'll fill in until a slag turned up.

I liked her.

DEBBIE GALLAGHER: You deserve better.

You are better.

CARL GALLAGHER: Debbie, don't give

me that self-esteem bollocks.

I'm dumped.

You must be a piece of shit, then.

[baby crying]

She's wet.

We need more nappies.

[inaudible]

[inaudible]

Every boogers They'll see us.

Oh, come on, [inaudible] them.

Why would I want to do that?

Just-- just-- just do it, and I'll--

I'll--

Come straight back to Monica, yeah?

In an hour.

An hour?

I can't.

Fuck, Monica.

Fucking, [gibberish]

Sauce won't cure erectile problems.

Hey, [inaudible]

Is she giving you the elbow?

CARL GALLAGHER: It's no one else's business.

Just leave it, will you?

Is it cracking day out?

Fancy doing something?

Who wants to bonk off?

I could cook us all a big breakfast

and we could go to the city farm later?

I'll take Katie.

I'm off [inaudible] shopping to do.

[interposing voices]

Nice work, Mon.

Clever.

I want you back in an hour, or I'm coming to get you.

[music playing]

Out of your league, mate.

Women in uniforms--

never done it for me until now.

Except for nurses.

Obviously.

French maids.

Out.

Keep your hands where I can see them.

When she says barred, she means barred.

Always call for backup Carrie.

I do.

He's the one needs backup.

Serious, love, he could be packing a blade, razors

in his trainers, anything.

Seen it all.

Didn't see that coming.

Don't worry, he can consider himself well nicked.

You got a cold slab with a ticket on his toe by sundown.

FRANK GALLAGHER: Sheila?

Sheila, you'll never guess what?

You've been out for your paper, love?

Yeah.

[inaudible] We all set then?

No.

I got behind myself.

Karen's looking after the twins.

FRANK GALLAGHER: Oh right.

Well, I'll get out of your way and all and sort

of fix Carl's door.

You know he trashed it when he was shit-faced.

Naughty little cunt.

Haven't you got me a present?

Oh, I can't, love.

Not now.

I've got touch of the morning bluers, you know every night.

It was bound to strike sometime.

I'm not a teenager anymore.

Thank Christ.

Impermanent lob-on's all he got going for him.

It happens to the best of them.

I'll make it up to you.

I know it happens to the best of them,

because you are the best of them.

[music playing]

Shh.

Shh.

Oh.

[inaudible] egg Oh, haven't got an egg.

Haven't got an egg.

[whimpering]

Tell her.

Oh, not today.

Have a heart.

Oh, tell her.

No, I can't.

Not [inaudible].

I can't.

Tomorrow then.

Promise.

Promise.

Promise.

Oh.

Frank?

Sodded Sheila.

Frank?

Frank, hello?

All right, Shee.

Coming, sweetheart, just wait there.

[inaudible] God you don't have to get out and about

for an agro-fucking-phobic, you.

I forgot-- open the door--

fly, go.

Here I am.

What do you want?

Eggs.

I can't go to the shop-- hands.

Need eggs.

Thank you.

Monica.

Sheila.

[muffled screams]

Frank's invited me to your anniversary party,

to show there's no ill feeling.

[knocking]

Oh, piss off.

Hello, Mr. Lesbian.

It's just Sheila.

What?

Do you want to come to my party?

Monica's coming.

[inaudible]

You'll never get it working.

It's been stuck there years.

You still at that?

Why do you [inaudible], Ian?

It's not for me.

It's for Mickey.

Yeah?

Well, why don't you [inaudible] for him then?

He stayed out again last night.

I'll mess up the little twat when I see him.

Any of you seen him?

Dunno.

Fucking useless.

Honest to gods.

How many [inaudible] you got, Jamie?

Aye, got yourself a job yet?

Just considering Ouch options.

Oh, right.

You just hold out for the full 3 pound fifty [inaudible]..

Why shouldn't you get the illegal immigrant rate?

You've got that faggot greaseball look, after all.

I will look after my daughter, Paddy.

And yours.

I'll do whatever I have to.

Does that work for me?

Yeah.

Just don't come crying to me when

you're sitting on the bones of your fucking arse.

[music playing]

[baby crying]

[inaudible]

Of course I will, love.

Oh god, I've got so much to do.

[doorbell] Ah, guests are here.

It's started.

It's started.

Oh, happy anniversary.

Oh, no.

[inaudible] [laughing]

[music playing]

Oh, I'm obsessive when just one thought of you comes up.

And I'm aggressive--

Pot pie, Debbie?

No thanks.

I've had four.

Have another. Guests.

More guests.

I'll grab a pie.

Who could it be?

Torture.

Yeah.

May as well get mangled then.

SHEILA JACKSON: shoes.

Look everyone, it's the lesbians.

Aha, ha.

I'll have one of them.

Mum's [inaudible]

SHEILA JACKSON: Monica, shoes.

Pot pie?

I haven't been out with the first since, uh--

1986.

Me and Mon are vegetarians.

She hasn't eat meat since she left Frank.

Is it all veggie?

Cake.

[music playing]

Oh you are making this hard.

You got me tossing and turning.

No wait--

I've got an announcement to make.

Frank and I are finally going on our honeymoon.

[cheering]

FRANK GALLAGHER: You are?

Where?

We're going on a cruise.

Where to?

SHEILA JACKSON: Mediterranean.

One week.

[cheering]

FRANK GALLAGHER: But I haven't got a passport.

I've got you one.

I've been planning it for months.

[music playing]

[cheering]

IAN GALLAGHER: This is a fucking tune.

Tel her now.

She's not what you think.

She's unstable.

There's a lot of violence in her.

She needs careful handling.

Sod it.

I'll tell her then--

put the lame bitch out of her misery.

OK. OK.

OK.

You go down, blurt it out--

you and me [beep beep].

Just make sure she's not near any sharp objects,

or blunt ones either.

Look her in the eye, all right, and then tell me

you don't believe me.

- Go on. - Off.

Go on.

[music playing]

Welcome to the house of fun.

Welcome to the Lion's den.

I've got an announcement to make.

There's something you ought to know, Sheila.

The cake's beautiful.

[music playing]

I'm so [inaudible] about [inaudible] I'm

taking [inaudible] in the show.

Try to have some fun.

LESBIAN: She hasn't eaten meat since she left Frank.

You're not a vegetarian.

And you're not a lesbian.

Are you having sex with my Frank.

[gasps]

Ah!

[music playing]

Welcome to the house of fun.

[screams]

[music playing]

Welcome to the house of fun.

Welcome to the Lion's den.

Temptation's on his way.

Welcome to the house of fun.

Sheila!

She went mental.

I've never seen act like that on these before.

It must have reacted with all the other stuff

rattling around in her.

Imagine the state of her insides.

[inaudible] dad's shagging--

it's disgusting.

Following his dick instead of the bear-- that's a surprise.

Are you going to help us out or what?

May as well.

Are you looking for a job? - Dunno.

What do you want me to do?

Pick up all the crap from people's houses

and bring it back here.

I'll do that.

Yeah?

How much is it?

Not much.

All right.

I'm in.

Nice, bro.

Why did you think they didn't want to do it, stupid?

Oh, piss off.

Other people get ditched and survive-- don't be so soft.

It's not the first time, Deb.

Just as I'm doing it.

I bet [inaudible] is in bits.

Bitch loved it.

Check that out.

Not flit, then?

What and miss you screw up?

No way, Jose.

I want revenge, and I can get it without doing a thing.

All I've got to do is sit here and watch

you get it on with that greasy streak of alcoholic piss.

And I'm going to laugh.

You still love me don't you, Pixie?

The

Flesh eater.

[music playing]

[whimpering]

Sheila!

COP: Not a bad little station.

It's a dandy lot on the whole.

Watch Sergeant Philips.

He doesn't like you bibbing your siren at the end of a shift.

I'm not here to make pals.

I'm here to serve the community and fight crime.

Is that that lad from the shop?

No we know him.

Who is it?

COP: Carl Gallagher.

FEMALE COP: Villain?

No.

Big family.

Having a yard sale.

[inaudible] bones sort of thing.

Collecting unwanted stuff-- sort of leafless.

FEMALE COP: Registered for tax?

COP: Doubt it.

Then it's illegal.

I'll shake him down.

It's all right.

These are good lads.

There's no harm in them.

That's twice.

Touch me without permission a third time,

and you'll know about harm.

I'll crush every bone in your tiny little hand.

[music playing]

Put all the clothes on the fence over here.

Put all the electrical stuff there.

You even look like him, [inaudible]..

This could be the start of something-- getting stuff

for nothing, and selling it on.

There's money in junk.

You reckon?

Yeah.

That Laura [inaudible] started her business

on the kitchen table.

You shouldn't be saying that.

[inaudible] know why everyone's supposed

to know you're a gay lord. - Shut it.

SHEILA JACKSON: I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

If you could just--

OK.

Yeah.

Of course.

[whistles]

What if we hasn't seen him?

He's always all right.

He's not.

I might of--

I don't know.

If you have hurt him, they won't send

you down, not with your nerves.

They won't.

Not prison anyway.

[music playing]

[inaudible]

Something's buried.

I buried something.

What?

I think I've--

I think I've hurt your father.

And buried him in the garden?

Couldn't even fit his head in a hole that size.

Probably cat shit.

I did something.

Just dig.

Just dig, please.

You wouldn't-- although the knife stuff was a bit weird.

I never hit him with a knife.

I'm an expert.

Dig.

We have something here.

What is it?

What?

It's in a plastic bag.

I can't-- oh my god, what have I done to my--

Frank-- Oh, Frank.

Stuff here that might actually sell.

Fuck.

Fuck?

Fuck.

What?

It's a fucking hand.

Fuck!

Shit.

[music playing]

[sirens]

That's me-- that.

You think it's funny, do you?

Defacing public property.

I suppose it is quite funny, yeah.

Shit. - What are you doing?

[inaudible] can write on wall, but [inaudible] cannot

boast about it to copper. - [inaudible]

Why not?

It's his big cock.

He's Carl.

It's the lad from the shop?

book him-- assaulting an officer.

It wasn't him.

You fucking knob.

What are we going to do with him?

Apologize.

Or arrest him-- I don't know.

Hey, armed robbery-- panic street.

COP: Are you all right, Carl?

Blasted!

My fucking eyes.

Bastards [inaudible]

[interposing voices]

Cardboard box Carl-- about this big,

used to have an iron inside it.

I can't fucking see.

Stop pissing about.

Where did you get it from?

It's important.

I wasn't even doing anything.

Shut u, Carl.

We just need to know.

What?

Cardboard box, about so big.

[inaudible]?

Check me bleeding [inaudible] taken and shift your ass.

It was the Maguires.

Fuck

What, are you sure?

Fucking really hurts.

He's saying they're trying to fuck up our sales.

What? Why would they do that?

You heard him.

He wants me in his pocket.

Well, bollocks to him.

Lip, don't be a dick.

I don't want your job.

You don't need to do that.

It's fucking sick, Paddy.

What is?

I know.

I know about the hand.

Is this code?

The fucking human hand you sent us in a box.

Oh that?

Well, yes, that completely slipped my mind.

I mean, I send so many hands, I just can't keep track.

A hand!

Hot Fucking gobshite.

CARL GALLAGHER: Come on, Lip.

Come on.

Fuck off.

Your son-- he's somewhat of a twat, isn't he?

I'm glad some booger else noticed.

I've been saying it for years.

Did you hear that?

Has our Mickey come back yet?

[music playing]

Frank.

Frank, oh, thank god.

Thank god, I thought I'd lost you.

Thank god you're safe.

So is this all--

forgive, forget, it's all in the past, move on.

No.

No, it's not.

I need to talk to you and Monica.

I'll go get her.

Hey.

What you doing?

Stop it.

Where's my son?

Where's the rest of my son?

You won't find him, dad.

You won't find him.

Get off.

Hey, what's happening?

What is it?

It's what I did--

why I was inside.

The family that [inaudible] killed have got us back.

I sent them a hand.

They never got the rest.

Look, neither will we.

I killed one of theirs, now they've killed one of ours.

Fuck you!

Fuck!

Where's the hand?

In the freezer.

Get it.

We need to take him home to his mother.

OK.

Go get it!

Not that one, please Jesus.

Not my baby.

My little baby.

Not sweet Mickey!

I'd swap anyone for him.

Mickey!

What?

I said I was in Bolton.

What?

MRS. MILKOVICH: Oh, Mickey.

Oh, shit.

It's Fergal.

Fergal, no!

They've taken my [inaudible]

Do you agree?

All right.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

It's all down to me, isn't it?

I'm going home today.

Can't someone take a load of me shoulders?

No.

They can't.

You've got to choose.

Why?

I'll take you back, but I won't share you.

Neither will I.

You've got to want me.

And me.

Oh sweet Jesus.

I've spoken to the cruise people.

They said we can join it in Malta.

Please come with me.

I booked a cab for three o'clock tomorrow, if you're not there,

I'll know our marriage is over.

No pressure, then.

Tomorrow?

That quick?

You don't want much, do ya?

I cannot decide.

It's up to you.

Follow your heart.

Bye, Frank.

[music playing]

Not a fucking word. Get up.

I need a priest.

This can't be right.

Get up. I'm in charge.

Just get fucking dressed.

Right.

[inaudible]

Oh, not again.

Thank fuck.

How in the fuck can you mistake

this for a fucking priest?

He's a buck 12.

Wearing [inaudible] bottoms.

They're getting younger, aren't they?

Jesus!

I mean I'd expect if of him, but how the hell

did you let this happen? Half

I did say, what?

I'm supposed to knock a priest.

I'm not fucking kidding--

Look at the state of him.

I mean, what are you sodder?

A rent boy or a drug dealer?

A bit of both.

Do you want to buy some coke?

No, I don't want to buy any fucking coke.

All I want is a priest to bury my boy.

I could do it.

Cheeky fuck.

Alter boy.

Know it all by heart.

Know how to keep me gob shut, too.

Two birds scrapping over you--

sounds better than it is.

Should have had them mud wrestling over us.

I'm amazed you could get any woman.

Go with mom.

Oh what, so you don't have to deal with looney tunes.

Good old Frank taking the burden off your hands.

Bugger off then.

She only needs something pathetic to look after.

I'll buy her a dog that's been run over--

cheaper and less likely to piss the bed.

I'll get that.

You-- out.

You're barred.

He's got to decide on his own.

Whose side are you on then?

Out.

God, I don't know what to do.

Give me a sign for fuck's sake--

a sign.

What do you want?

This is what a firing squad looks like--

dead-eye and staring.

This is what I wanted the blindfold for, not the bullets.

How much sharper than a serpents tooth it

is to have a thankless child.

Never mind telling the twats.

Most kids want their parents together.

Most kids want their parents alive.

You can't do it to Sheila.

Oh what, scared I'm be out on me ass?

I'll have to move back in.

Christ, I hadn't even thought of all that.

You have to choose Sheila, she's the best thing about ya.

What do you think?

Sheila's nice, but if you and mom got back together,

then, that's OK, too.

God, dad, do the right thing for once.

Deb, don't-- don't--

I don't-- I-- oh, I need a drink.

Lord, grant Fergal rest.

Grant [inaudible] servant lord,

a place of rest and pardon.

We commend the soul of Fergal though dead to this world,

he's got life forever with you.

Forgive whatever sins he may have committed through--

through-- through Christ our Lord, Amen.

And may light perpetual shine on him.

[crying]

Eternal rest grant to him, oh lord, amen.

Amen.

Dad?

You alive?

Certainly after further chemical assistance.

Did you sort any of it out?

When I do, you'll be the second to know.

[inaudible] Might help you.

Thank you.

I'll treasure it.

What's with the cheesy grin?

I thought you were a miserable sod.

I've got a big cock.

Of course you have.

You take after me.

I don't do, do I?

Are you on your own?

No, Debbie's outside.

I'll go in then.

You'd be showing that shut door.

He's all right.

I checked the walls.

He's not writing the same.

I mean, I knew it wouldn't be, because I know who wrote me.

Yeah.

Who?

Holly.

I reckon it's her way of saying sorry.

She's history, then?

Sort of.

I thought I'd ask her out again.

That is so not a good idea.

Why?

Why?

Carl, she didn't write you.

I did.

What?

I though it'd cheer you up.

Lovely service, father.

Thanks.

Well done.

Come and see me.

[inaudible] then?

Do you want to tell Paddy we're having a garden sale

today.

He's buried and I want blood.

Blood for blood.

Fuck going straight.

You're to blame.

You'll spill blood for my Fergal, your brother.

What are you doing here?

You've only got three.

Drinking.

Get us a pint.

Needed the money, though.

I'm the one out of pocket.

Yeah.

And I'm the one with [inaudible]..

Jesus.

Don't even think about it.

Ready?

I'm not going.

Nobody's going.

You're what?

Look, it's my debt.

I killed.

They've killed back.

No more, or it'll go on.

And the next time it'll be Shane, or Mickey, or you.

It stops.

We stop now.

Yeah.

You've always been a comical boy, son.

Give it me.

What?

You're not leaving here with a gun.

Who the the fuck do you think you are?

I'm the asshole who spent his twenties rotting in prison,

because he believed the family lie

about being a fucking hard man.

I'll tell you what I promised myself, shall I?

Whiling way my best years, I promised that I would never

ever let my fucked up family force

me to do something that I didn't want to do ever a-fucking-gain.

Now give me that gun before I tear your fucking head off.

If anything happens to one of theirs, I'll hear about it.

So we're going to do this prick or what?

General Custard, or is he with the other lot?

Choice.

Choice.

Choice.

It's all freedom and choice, isn't it?

A little parental choice, patient choice--

I'll die here. No, I'll die here.

A pinch and a punch.

Huh?

No.

No.

No.

No!

I demand the freedom not to choose.

I choose not to fucking choose.

That is my final choice.

Fuck it. I'll toss for it.

DEBBIE GALLAGHER: Dad, do The right thing for once.

Go with mom.

You have to choose Sheila.

She's the best thing about ya.

CARL GALLAGHER: Sheila's nice, but if you and mom got back

together, then that's OK, too.

[music playing]

--for making your mind up.

For making your mind up.

For making your mind up.

FRANK GALLAGHER: Sheila!

Sheila!

Sheila!

Frank!

Frank.

Sheila.

I didn't--

I didn't think-- I thought you'd left me.

Sheila, simplest thing in the world.

I choose you.

I want you, only you.

I'm sorry I made you wait.

It was you.

I don't believe It took me so long to see it.

You're perfect for me.

We fit.

I told ya.

You've made my life--

it's the best it's ever been.

And that's down to you.

You, Sheila.

Thank you.

I'm sorry about Monica.

She's a recurring illness.

She rips me innards out and makes

me feel like 18 years old.

You're what I need.

You.

I do.

Love you.

I love you too.

Let's get your passport.

Ah, it's like being re-fucking-born again.

At last, a new Frank Gallagher.

Frank Gallagher who knows his mind for once.

I feel like I could do anything.

Nothing is beyond me.

Anything!

Oh, I tell you what--

first thing I'm going to do when we get back--

eh, I'm going to divorce that bitch.

She got no hold over me now.

No more Monica and Frank.

From now on it's going to be, Frank and Sheila.

We're the couple.

You're the one that I love.

Eh, we're not really married?

Yeah, of course we are, in the eyes of everyone.

You didn't divorce her?

No.

Why didn't you divorce her?

Look, I didn't--

I didn't get around to it.

You lied to me.

You lied to me.

You couldn't divorce her, could ya?

No.

I feel so ashamed.

What?

You're enthralled to her, aren't ya?

I've doing everything to make you mine,

and you've never been free.

Well of course I have. Don't be daft.

And you don't love me.

Oh god, I do.

I pledged myself to you in front everybody,

and you lied to me, and you betrayed me.

You betrayed me every day.

Oh god, this is all wrong.

It wasn't like that.

You're not a true man.

Well, of course I am.

Sheila, come on--

I know I don't deserve to be loved.

Well of course you do.

I love you.

Get off me.

But I deserve better than you.

I'm not a dishcloth.

I'm leaving you.

And I'm not coming back.

Sheila-- oh Sheila, please for pity's sake, woman--

can't a man make one mistake?

I'm begging you, don't do this.

I need you, I do.

I'm nothing without ya.

I really loved ya.

Good bye, Frank.

Drive on.

Sheila!

Sheila!

Sheila!

Sheila!

[music playing]

Sheila?

Sheila, talk.

Ah.

Sheila?

Bye, Frank.

Sheila.

She-- Sheila.

Sheila!

[music playing]

Monica-- simplest thing in the world--

I choose you.

I want you, only you.

I'm sorry I made you wait.

It's you.

SHEILA JACKSON: I know it probably

isn't healthy for me to tell people my husband's dead.

I hope it doesn't upset you, but he is dead to me,

so it's sort of true.

I'm happier without him--

happier as I'll ever be.

I'll write when I can, but I don't know when that will be.

Jesus and I are on a strange and wonderful journey.

Time and life are precious.

All my love, Sheila.

p.s.

Nigel was sick on the captain's shoes this morning.

Who does he take after?

Yep, it's food.

Right.

There we go.

Come on everybody, family dinner time.

I hope you're hungry.

Why do we fucking bother, eh?

No thank you, your grace.

Shall we go and get some fish and chips instead?

Last time you did that, you went down to the corner shop

and you fucked off.

Don't start.

[music playing]

Now let's see if it's true, everybody has a summer holiday,

doing things they always wanted to.

So we're going on a summer holiday

to make our dreams come true.

[cheering]

[applause]