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NARRATOR: Now, nobody's saying that [inaudible]

Estate is the Garden of Eden, but it's been

a good home to us--

to me, Frank Gallagher, and me kids--

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

reminds me a little of me.

They can think for themselves, which [inaudible] thankful.

Lip-- who is a bit of a gobshite, which is why nobody

calls him Philip anymore.

Ian-- a lot like his mum, which was [inaudible] for the others

when she disappeared into thin air.

And Carl-- dad let him grow his hair for two reasons.

One, it makes his [inaudible] and it makes

him look like [inaudible].

Two, nits love it.

Debbie-- sent by God--

total angel.

[inaudible] but she'll go miles out

of her way to do you a favor.

Plus, [inaudible] Laim is going to be a star some day.

Monica, the wife.

She's back with her [inaudible].

And we can't get a shot of her.

The neighbors-- the neighbors-- well, what can you say?

Well, nothing if you don't want your arms breaking.

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.

[laughing]

NARRATOR: [inaudible]!

Geniophobia means fear of chins.

I mean, how mental is that?

There are enough people in the world

scared of chins, that someone bothered

to invent a word for it.

I mean, at least be scared of something

rational-- like kebab shops.

Or that [inaudible] you used to have in your sandwiches

for packed lunch.

Only thing I'm scared of is losing my mom.

Mommaphobia, probably-- and that's a big one--

trouble is, fear can make you do irrational things.

Frank!

Three little words-- just three little words--

pink ladies jacket.

That's what you promised me!

December 1st, 1979, outside the ABC.

And did I ever get one?

No!

What the fuck you on about, Monica?

You've let me down me whole life!

That's all you've ever done!

[inaudible] tea, again?

Oh, that's right.

Blame it on the homos-- just like you always do!

Well, I mean, you know, pink jacket--

I mean, what the fuck are you going on about, Monica?

I'm just half awake here--

you [inaudible]---- it makes you understand OJ--

I don't feel wanted, Frank.

I don't feel loved!

Give me a fucking rest.

And you chose me instead of Shiela.

I didn't choose you, I chose her!

Anyway, I'm still sleeping with Norma.

Hey, good on you, bird.

You told him then?

Hey, I knew you would.

So what do you think of that one there, Frank?

Not quite the King Dick you thought you was, eh?

[laughing]

Oh shut up, Norma!

Why do you always have to be there every time I turn around?

[footsteps up the stairs]

Five, six, seven, ten--

thank you, love.

Come on, love. Bye!

Hey, this is nice.

Thanks a lot, love.

- Ian says you wanted to-- - Follow me.

Have you got a job for me?

This way.

Come on.

Come on, hurry up.

Where are you taking me, Yvonne?

[phone ringing]

So what's this about?

Call center.

Subcontracted it from Mumbai Telecom.

[inaudible] Who can blame them?

Being shouted at all day by [inaudible] customers

from over there who think they're God.

No amount of money's worth that.

So, what you're saying--

the calls go via India, then get rerouted back here.

Yeah.

Nice little area.

Comfortable [inaudible],, though these computers are shat.

I'll give you 10 quid an hour if you sort them out for me.

Where does it go, again, with the phones?

For God's sake, Lillian--

you answer the call, you make out you're Indian pretending

to be English.

And every now and then, chuck something about the weather--

or curry-- or whatever you've had for your lunch--

something that sounds English.

[phone ringing]

Now [inaudible] show you what's wrong

with the computers. [phone ringing]

Oh!

Hello?

Yes-- I am being very happy to hear from you.

Fish and chips--

It's a good job I'm only paying her Mumbai rates.

Excuse me, but they won't let us put

the dates written in properly.

Right do you want to show me?

[phone ringing]

[door opening and closing]

Right.

What I thought we'd do, Mon, was we'd go out, just you me,

and talk.

And eat

What with, Frank?

Well, I-- what are you doing, Monica?

Have you seen this, Frank?

Have you seen what Norma got me?

28 years I've waited for you to get me one of these.

And Norma goes and gets it for me just like that.

- Well, give her a peanut. - Hey!

Are you calling me a monkey?

The point I'm making, Frank, is that Norma

puts herself out for me.

She buys me things.

Well, if a fucking jacket's all it takes!

Oh, you just watch your mouth!

Oh, now piss off, Shrek!

[thud]

Fucking hell!

And that impresses you, does it?

Is that what you want?

What I want, Frank, is somebody who will fight for me,

and make me feel wanted.

[music playing]

[phone ringing]

OK.

It's a--

Your name's Lip, isn't it?

Yeah.

How do you know that?

I think I've just--

maybe I've seen you around.

I wish I could say the same.

How's it going?

Yeah.

Sweet.

No sweat.

I should be able to get this sorted.

Right.

See you later.

[music playing]

So do you think it will take long to sort out?

Well, computer's are pretty tricky things.

[knocking]

Are you OK?

Of course I am.

Are you OK?

Of course I'm OK.

[laughs] Don't let it get to you.

She's only sleeping with Norma, because she buys her things.

She's doing it for the money.

And Norma's got a wallet full at the moment.

Back in the game, kid.

Back in the game.

[music playing]

Oh!

Oh!

What the hell are you doing, Frank?

Well, I thought--

thought I heard a noise.

Fuck off, you did!

What were you doing, creeping around?

What?

Rape.

What?

Rape!

[thud] - Oh!

Oh.

It's all about bottle for you blokes, isn't it?

When the fuck will you learn that no means no!

What the fuck you got a gun for?

For when I'm on the run.

Bastard truckers try and jump us.

What?

Someone's tried?

[thud]

Oh!

Shut up!

And get your pants off.

Don't fuck me.

Oh, you ought to shut -up.

It's for-- for forensics.

I'm taking you down the nick.

[beeping noise]

[explosion]

For God's sake!

Liam, come back.

[music playing]

[muffled] Come on, I'm bleeding to fucking death here.

Ah, shut it, Frank.

[muffled]

[music playing]

Oh, for fuck's sake!

Help! Help!

Open up!

[sirens]

Stand back there.

Let's have a little bit of room now.

Come on.

Let's have a little bit of room. Yes.

Oh, a little bit of room.

I'm saying me homework blew up.

This is the third one this week.

It has got to be a campaign.

Ah, it's just kids.

You know what they're like.

Bored, get the bangers out.

This is no way just kids, Stan.

Coordinated attacks?

This could be a serious.

Right.

We asked you to stay back!

We've got live explosives here, so unless you

want to lose a valuable limb.

Hey, Karen, love.

Karen, customers.

Who's in charge here?

I'm exhausted.

Kids and them fireworks.

I haven't had a wink of sleep for nights.

That's not fireworks.

Just been another one right outside yours.

What do you mean?

Police everywhere.

Sniffer dogs, the lot.

Oh, my god.

We're under attack!

What's all the ballyhoo?

Bomb's gone off or something.

Somewhere near yours.

[music playing]

[dishes clattering]

Christ!

Bit old for a midnight feast, aren't you?

Have you turned any pants out?

I've lost something.

Your marbles, by the looks of it.

No.

It's just the thing I have lost.

It's a wee bit important!

I've misplaced-- it's--

the thing I've mis--

misplaced-- my Semtex.

I've lost my Semtex.

You've had Semtex in this house?

You promised never again, Paddy!

It took ages from me eyebrows to grow

back after that fertilizer went off in the airing cupboard.

The Semtex isn't mine.

Remember those two guys who came round with the salmon?

[music playing]

They not my cousins.

Who are they?

I've got to do a job with them.

Crack a safe.

Payback for the old days.

Hm?

I mean, I wouldn't have had it in the cupboard otherwise,

would I?

What the hell am I supposed to do?

[music playing]

[dishes clattering]

[music playing]

Hm!

Did you hear?

There's another one gone off outside the bus station

this morning.

We're already on to it.

Stan's volunteered to help.

We're doing surveillance.

Just off out now.

I have come to report an attempted rape.

Oh, well, Stan's your man.

Man of the world.

I'd be useless, you know, women's stuff.

All that.

You better take this one, Stan.

Well, I'll need a WPC though to take statements.

Carrie? - Grant.

Well, we'll see later.

So I'll do your surveillance for you.

Good look.

Ho, ho, ho!

Are you going to pay attention or what?

I am a vulnerable woman!

Mom, how do you spell emphysema?

What's that you've got?

Sick note.

Ask your father.

He's not here.

Oh, look in the dictionary.

But I don't know how you spell it.

Fucking hell.

Oh.

Frank?

[mumbles]

[door opening and closing]

You're a bit keen, aren't you?

It's Only eight.

Yeah, well, I said I'd look at that laptop for Nadia.

Right.

Fuck off.

Fancy her, do you?

I'm with Mandy, in case you haven't noticed.

Yeah, but you know, gorgeous girl, what bloke wouldn't, eh?

Well, except you, obviously.

Oh, for Christ's sake, Lip.

Keep up.

Nadia's a bloke.

Naz!

I thought you knew?

Fuck off.

So everybody else does.

I thought the name would have given it away.

Do you never watch Big Brother?

[phone ringing]

Oh, and you think that's funny, do you?

Why didn't you stop me?

Stop what?

Flirting with her, fu--

it's disgusting.

You what?

You what, Lip?

You don't joke about stuff like that.

I should have fucking known.

Hiya, Lip.

Look, just stay away from me!

[music playing]

Outside, please!

This is confidential police business!

Are we really allowed to bug people's phones though?

How else you going to find out what piece of scum's

trying to blow this estate up.

And you think you're going to talk about it over the phone?

Sh!

That's it coming.

Am I speaking to an angling man?

Oh, it's cousin Michael, is it?

Sorry about that, Michael.

Bit of noise here. - The water's calm tonight.

What's that, Michael? Sorry, Michael?

The water's calm tonight.

Tonight?

Bring your tackle.

Right.

Shit! Fuck!

Shit, shit. Shitty shit shit shit shit!

[music playing]

[door opening and closing]

Ah!

Mickey, that stuff I gave you to get shot off,

Semtex, what have you done with it?

I buried it.

Listen, I want it back.

But you said you didn't want it in your house ever again.

It's not your dad's.

Belongs to his cousins.

They need it tonight.

So fucking unbury it, before the bury your dad, all right?

[door opening and closing]

Move, dickhead.

Debbie, love, have you seen your dad?

He ran off with the milkman.

He's never up this early and the Dormobile's

not there either.

Ah, maybe he ran off with Norma.

The love they couldn't fight.

[sighs]

[music playing]

Right.

So he tried to rape you, but somehow you got his pants?

Women, unite!

Reclaim the night!

Hey, I know self-defense, me.

Wouldn't have to, if you lot did your jobs properly.

What the fuck?

Oh.

So, where is he then?

[music playing]

Well, I don't know.

No one's seen either of them.

I'm not happy about it.

[door opening and closing]

Hiya.

I don't know.

Nothing but dramas in this house.

[door opening and closing]

Come on here.

What was I supposed to have done?

I was just angry, all right?

Nadia, you know, doesn't exactly fit the Trade Description Act,

does it?

But it's disgusting.

But just because it's a bloke who fancies you?

No.

That's what you said though, isn't it?

Do you know that you're the only person in this place who

I thought understood.

For fuck's sake, Ian.

You just don't get it, do you?

I was the one who kept this a secret

for you for all this time. - Yeah.

I wonder why.

You what?

OK. Come on.

Let's go.

Let's go down the pub and tell everyone you're gay, shall we?

Is that what you want? - Piss off.

They'd fucking kill me.

You know the would.

Fuck you, Lip!

Yeah.

You want to.

[thud]

What's going on?

What are you fighting for?

Just get out, will you?

[music playing]

Ah!

Serves you right for flirting with another girl then.

Sorry, boy.

Wasn't it?

Well, how would you like if another girl came on to you?

Wouldn't bother me.

Anyway, I've snogged loads of girls.

Oh, come on.

The quickest way to turn a lad on

is pretending to be a lesbian.

Or haven't you noticed?

Anyway, you shagged me up the ass.

Yeah, but that's different.

Is it?

You need to sort this out with Ian.

[door opening and closing]

Well?

Well, Debs, there's some things you don't know,

that you might--

I know you're gay, Ian.

Well, it's obvious.

You haven't exactly got girlfriends coming

out of your ears, have you?

And you can dance.

[laughs]

Does Carl know, too?

CARL: Yep.

[laughs]

He doesn't care, Ian.

And neither do I.

Pity Lip don't feel the same.

[music playing]

[thud]

It's funny, isn't it?

Being cooped up here in this tiny space together.

It makes you feel kind of--

Bored.

Yeah, I know.

Why do you think I've put in for a transfer.

A mate of mine in Nottingham gets riots twice a week.

The best we get is a tent.

Yes.

And you said that, but--

well, look at us here!

Tapping the phone.

Listen!

[speaking foreign language]

Bingo.

[police sirens]

That's it there!

Let's bust them!

Stay back, sweetheart.

You've done your bit.

Now leave it to the pros.

What?

This can't be right.

It's Yvonne's shop.

Police!

[shouting]

What the fuck do you think you're doing?

Arresting a terrorist cell.

Get your head down. Quite everyone!

Calm down!

[music playing]

Don't know what you're doing with that, do you?

Dad's going to fucking kill us, you know.

I'll open it for you, dickhead.

I buried it over there.

Over there?

You're a bastard.

ANNOUNCER (ON TV): And despite the ongoing investigation,

police are no closer to catching the bombers.

In other news, local journalist and broadcaster Tariq Omar

received a special award for his interview with Osama bin Ladin.

How he gained access to bin Laden,

America's most wanted terrorist, is

a secret he refuses to divulge.

Bin Laden, who the White House is saying could be anywhere

in Europe, hasn't been seen since he

was spotted in the stands--

[police sirens]

Right.

So I think we can rule out the claim that you're

the world's most wanted man.

Stan, come on.

But that leaves a much more serious complaint.

Ms. Starkey alleges that you tried to rape her.

Have you seen her?

Yourself?

In person?

Ms. Starkey alleges that you broke into her van.

My van.

Not broken.

The door was open.

In the early hours of the morning.

What were you doing, Frank?

I was-- I was just--

Because if you didn't actually touch her then--

No. I didn't.

Well, then let's--

Well, I mean, I did, you know, but, I--

I only wanted to get my hands on--

on-- on-- on something that she that I wanted.

The-- the-- I mean, all right.

I did touch her.

Just a little bit.

Just here.

Norma Starkey is pressing charges of attempted rape.

So you'll be taken to court this afternoon to plead,

pending a trial.

Oh, fuck.

No means no, Frank.

This is serious.

You could get 10 years.

[music playing]

Oh.

So there you are.

I don't suppose it occurred to you that I've

been worried sick all day.

Monica, there's something I need to tell you.

Frank's-- Frank, he tried to rape me.

Don't be so ridiculous, Norma.

What a stupid thing to say.

No, no, no.

No, it's true, right, Mon.

Last night he-- he came into the van and he--

he touched us.

You're not his type, Norm.

Anyway, why should he want to do that, when he's got me?

Although he very nearly didn't, the time you two

have been gone.

I've been so hungry.

I haven't been able to eat anything all day,

I've been that churned up.

But, Mon, right, he--

Norm, isn't it nice, eh?

Just you and me, in the house, Frank not here.

Oooh.

Ooh.

Ah.

So-- so you-- you-- you want me to get you some food then?

That would be nice.

And you've got a proper kitchen to use and all.

I'll just finish watching my program.

Mm.

It's not here, Mickey.

It's not here.

It's not there.

It's not fucking there!

What the fuck did you do with it?

I handed it in.

Hello there.

Why can I do for you?

Ah!

They say I'm the stupid one!

Ah!

Which organization do you work for?

It's some kind of car insurance, I think.

We don't really--

Which terror organization?

Come again?

Who gives you your orders of where to bomb?

It's a fucking call center!

Where is my one phone call?

You don't get another sentence out of me

until my lawyer gets here.

Let's try again.

You claim you're innocent.

So explain to me why you were on the phone

today, ordering deadly poison.

I never.

I've got you on tape.

Your voice.

Your phone line.

Ordering ricin.

Oh, no.

I know what that was.

It was all that talk about lunch made me hungry.

So I range me friend [inaudible] at Mumbai Telecom.

Before you serve the jalfrezi, mix in a little bit of garam

masala and fresh coriander.

Lovely.

And sprinkle a little bit on top.

I'll have to get some rice in.

[interposing voices]

And go back to work now.

You must be fucking joking.

Hey!

There's a fine for that kind of language!

I know about unlawful arrest, police harassment,

and racial discrimination.

Yes, but there's no need for anyone to get their--

Six figure compensation for emotional distress and loss

of earnings.

I'll have your balls on a plate.

Not if I get them first.

[music playing]

Stan, me old mate. Can I have a word?

Well?

Bored!

Bored!

Bored!

Roll on my transfer.

You made the fucking bombs!

Well, don't want her to transfer, do you?

And I hadn't know the stuff in, so I looked up how

to make them on the internet.

It's that easy.

But it's gone a little bit wrong there.

What, you telling me?

Don't grass u up, Stan.

I just thought--

I wanted to give her a bit of excitement, you know?

But if Yvonne makes the complaint,

they'll find out it was me, and I lose my job.

And you'll be implicated, too.

And then we'll all be in the shit.

All right.

But I want all your shifts with Tony for the next two

months, days and nights.

No, I'm not sure.

You're a fucking proper pickle, mind you.

Why have you had us digging for an hour

if you know the Semtex wasn't there in the first place?

I thought you'd grass me up.

Who to?

To mom and dad, because you're a spiteful bastard.

Dad's going to fucking kill us, you know that?

Why? It was me that did it.

Yeah, but I'll get blamed for it, Mickey.

I always do.

You know I will!

Shh.

Is that mom's hand cream?

No.

We can't leave here until we think of a plan, Mickey.

[music playing]

All day in a courthouse, because--

Oh, look. It's the filthy pervert.

In your fucking dreams.

- Ah, yeah. - Oh, no.

No.

I've got a restraining order slapped on me.

I'm not to come within 50 feet of you.

Oh, well, then sod of.

Uh?

It's my house, isn't it?

So fly, fly, bird, 50 feet back, to the van.

Or further into the traffic, in Dusseldorf.

I can't be with him, Mon.

It's too traumatic.

I'm having flashbacks.

You know where I am if you want me.

What's she meant to have done?

I didn't know you were, Frank.

I've been worried sick.

Woke up all on me own.

Monica, she's accused me of trying to rape her.

I didn't do it.

Of course I fucking didn't.

It's all a ruse to get me out of the way so that she can--

isn't it?

Yeah.

And then there's the old Bill doing the dance, the fucker,

and they believe her.

No, I'm serious, Monica.

They're saying I could go to prison.

It always has to be about you, doesn't it, Frank?

She accused you of rape?

Yeah.

I know.

[music playing]

What do you think you're doing, Norma?

Dad wouldn't have raped you.

You stay out of this, Debbie.

Right?

It's a police matter now.

You don't know what men are capable of, when--

when they unleash their--

look, I know you're a bright kid enough Debbie.

But it--

What happened to lesbianwomenfort

ruthandjustice.com?

Why is a woman never believed?

He wasn't trying to rape you, Norma.

Wasn't he just after your money?

[music playing]

So are you going to file my complaint?

Or-- - Certainly.

I just need to see your license for the business.

My?

Your license.

I take it you do have one.

And proof that you pay the minimum wage,

and making NI contributions for your staff.

And paying tax.

I think it must be at the shop.

I'll-- I'll go get it.

Tom?

The super wants to see us.

[music playing]

Double whisky.

What's the matter with you?

Bastard bombers.

Just ruin it for the rest of us, don't they?

How am I supposed to get a hold of any Semtex

when nobody's shifting any?

How the hell should I know?

[music playing]

Three.

No way.

A quid 50.

180.

Final offer.

250.

And I'll throw in the chain. - Oi.

Prick!

Two quid, take it or leave it.

220.

Nice doing business with you.

I've got more colors if you want them.

[music playing]

Ian.

Come on, mate, just let me buy you a drink.

Fine.

Venue of my choice.

Gay bar.

Sure.

Whatever you want.

See you later.

Hiya.

What can I get you?

That wasn't so bad.

We're only trying to catch them.

It's more than anyone else around here was done.

Yeah, but chin up.

Yvonne didn't make a formal complaint.

And the bombers are still out there.

We might still get them.

He's put me back on parking tickets.

I'm not allowed near actual people

until I've learned to control myself.

Two whole months.

And he turned my transfer down.

Those will be your shifts, but if you don't want to do it.

I'll do it.

[music playing]

Frank.

What?

Oh, oh, fucking hell!

Stay away from me!

I'm not a mad fucking rapist.

You're only doing this so you can get a shot at Monica.

But I'll tell you what.

You're not going to drive us apart.

Because we're like that.

Hey?

Big love.

In the eyes of God.

You can't touch us.

I'm going to drop the charges, if you piss off.

You what?

I want Monica back.

You'll piss off, and I'll get her.

You can come back once she's home with me.

Well, where am I going to go, you know,

that's going to give me a fucking bar tab?

I'll give you a grand.

But you go, and you don't tell Monica I asked you to.

That's the deal.

If you want it I'll be waiting with the money tonight.

How much do you love her now, Frank?

[music playing]

Thank God you still had it.

Not a word to your dad, or you're dead.

[music playing]

ANNOUNCER (ON TV): --has increased

cafe culture across the UK.

Oh.

I thought you'd done another bunk.

I can't just sit around and wait for you all the time, Frank.

Oh, Dad, remember you got that work focus interview tomorrow.

Do you want me to come with you? - Oh, yeah.

Thanks, love.

Oh.

Poor little Frank.

You're turning into me own big bad outlaw.

Hm?

Do you want to tie me up?

Take me captive in the forest?

Torment me, with your bow and arrow?

[music playing]

(SINGING) World hold on.

Come on.

Do you think you can handle it?

Yeah.

Big deal.

It's just a club.

Really?

Yes? What can I get you?

Hi.

So, it's Ian.

Do you remember?

From last week?

Sorry?

Couple of beers, please, mate.

Do you want a free one?

Yeah.

Why not?

The usual terms, boys.

Usual terms.

Come on.

Oi!

Hey!

What are you doing?

Ian!

[crowd cheering]

[door opening and closing]

[music playing]

Listen, maybe I know you're angry with me.

But your sister, the mad one?

Is she still sleep with that twat

from the construction site?

I'm not fucking asking her for anything.

I need the Semtex by tonight.

I have no one left to ask.

You don't need her. You've got me.

Though god knows you don't deserve me after lying to me.

You didn't look properly, did you?

It was in by the Soda Stream.

I found it, see?

But that's not--

[laughs] Oh, my darling.

What would I do without you.

God.

Oh, I'm sorry I lied to you.

I swear I'll never do it again.

You better not.

Have you never lied to me?

Only about me age.

I was only 13 the first time we did it.

But it didn't want to put you off.

[music playing]

13?

[music playing]

Frank?

Where you going?

I-- Monica, oh, I--

it's this court case.

It' killing me.

I can't put you through it.

And all the kiddies.

I-- I'm just going to be a burden to you.

So you were just going to go then, were you?

Into the night?

Go where?

Hi, Debbie.

What's going on?

And-- uh, nothing.

Just--

Your father says he's leaving us,

without even saying goodbye.

No. No.

No. No.

No.

No.

I'm-- I'm-- she's--

it's-- look, Debbie.

It's Norma.

She's-- she's-- she wants to send me to prison.

And I-- I mean, I can't.

I just-- I mean, I'm free spirit.

You know, inside, and, you know, prison would--

But you didn't do it.

Yeah, I know, but--

Can't you tell Norma to drop the charges?

No. No.

No.

She's just-- it's not going to happen, is it?

I mean, she got me by the-- you know, and--

Let's see about that.

Out of my way.

Monica.

Monica!

Monica!

Hang on, Monica!

Yeah, I knew you'd--

Monica?

Now, pumpkin.

I've come to ask you to drop the charges against Frank.

Monica, he tried to rape me.

Norma, he hasn't got it in him.

Besides which, he is kid's dad.

And if he ever went to prison, I could never, ever forgive you.

Let alone do anything else.

So, do we have a deal?

Oh, what's that?

Is that money to buy the sunglasses and shoes

to go with the jacket?

Oh, bless!

Love you, pumpkin.

Got a present for you.

You're a bastard.

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You looking for this?

Yeah.

Thanks.

[laughs]

How much do you love yourself?

So, do you still reckon I've got a problem with gay men,

then? - Yeah.

You can't get them off you. [laughs]

He's a sound guy, actually.

And he gave me his number!

Yeah!

Jammy bastard.

So how much you think that's worth then?

Oh, piss off, Lip.

Yeah!

Come on!

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Syngenesophobia.

Fear of relatives.

Only Monica's though.

Bastards, the lot of them.

Well, except Carl, maybe.

He's all right.

Can you keep the noise down?

And little Liam's quite sweet.

Fuck off.

Pricks.

Except when he's putting dead mice up your exhaust.

[music playing]

[repeated clicking noise]

Shit.

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