Original subtitles

[chime]

[sirens]

FRANK GALLAGHER: Tickets this way for the Chatsworth Express.

Oi.

FRANK GALLAGHER (VOICEOVER): Come and watch Pikeys

making a mess of the lives they were given by him upstairs

and kids they're convinced aren't actually theirs.

Wicked.

Piss off.

What sounds on Earth could ever replace kids needing

money or wives in your face.

Cause this, people reckon and me included,

is why pubs and drugs were kindly invented to calm us

all down, stop us going mental.

These are Chatsworth Estate's basic essentials.

We are worth every penny for grinding your axes.

Well, you shit on our head, but you pay the taxes.

Imagine Britain without Chatsworth buccaneers,

who'll come on your face for the price of a beer, eh?

Hey.

Make poverty history.

Cheaper drugs now.

Make poverty history.

Cheaper drugs now.

Hey, hey, hey.

Scatter.

[music playing]

MONICA (VOICEOVER): It's a funny idea, your genes passing

through ya one generation to the next like little instruction

manuals to the future on how to make

another one that's got your eyes or your way with words.

MONICA: Come to me baby shower.

Have a laugh.

MONICA (VOICEOVER): It's like you're

all in the great long conga line,

your mum and dad behind ya.

MONICA: Want one?

Tosser.

MONICA (VOICEOVER): Your kids out in front.

And their kids in front of them.

MONICA: Baby shower for me, for once, list of what I want.

MONICA (VOICEOVER): Until maybe one day, one of them's

such a minger no one wants to mate with them.

MONICA: Baby shower notice for me.

[music playing]

MONICA (VOICEOVER): That's never going to happen with my luck

though.

Parents like Frank and me, oh, they

don't know how lucky they are.

[music playing]

MONICA: Here you go, Karen.

Baby shower, for me.

Baby showers must be arranged by your mates.

Yeah, well, don't want to stand on ceremony, do I?

Might not have the actual party though 'cause it

can be a bit pricey.

But you can drop your gift off any time.

Mom, did that woman find ya?

What woman?

She came in this morning askin' for ya.

So I gave her the address.

Well, what did she want?

JAMIE: She left her stuff here and all.

We nearly exploded.

I thought it was a fucking bomb.

Joan Dallimore.

Mean anything?

[piano music]

Mom?

No.

Nothing at all.

[music playing]

Come on, love it's not far.

I'll show ya.

You go down this road here.

And it's on the left-hand side.

You can't miss it.

OK?

Oi.

No fucking way.

Give that back.

Do what?

You're not having that an' all.

Get off.

MONICA: Oh, hey, listen up.

I've got a great idea.

Why don't we all go out?

Yeah, go out for a picnic or something, eh?

We just had lunch.

And anyway, look, me and Mandy are making you a baby blanket.

Oh, you don't have to bother with that, love.

You're not going to get anything

else at your baby shower.

MONICA: Oh, dead to the world.

Well, all right then.

I'll go on me own.

[door buzzer]

Mum?

Who is it?

[door buzzer]

It's taken me ages to get here.

I've been up and down and round.

I've been all over the fucking place.

Look at me hair.

I'm sorry, do we know you?

MONICA: It's all right, Debbie.

I do.

Hello mother.

Awful place.

Where's me handbag?

Anyway, in we go.

[piano music]

Now don't forget, dinner's in the freezer.

And if--

It's fine.

Just go and have a good time.

Yep.

Adios amigos.

Manana, Casta del Sol, eh?

Right, that's it.

We can't leave these two in charge of the house.

Out of our tiny fucking minds.

Paddy, you promised me this holiday.

SHANE: Have a good one.

Hasta la vista.

See ya.

A week.

A fucking week.

[music playing]

Come on.

We'll can dress up in mum's clothes.

We can smoke in the buff with the door open.

We could have a party.

Get the key. It's in the cabinet.

Woo.

[music playing]

Do I look like a numpty?

How we gonna have a fucking party with no gear?

[piano music]

You've aged, Monica.

We both have.

Piling on the weight again?

She's pregnant.

I've never known what to do with her.

Stay off the cakes, that's what the doctor said.

You should trim down like this one.

What are you, a size eight?

Age 10, she was a 14.

She had puffy knees because the weight.

I took her to the doctors.

He said self-inflicted, that's what he said.

Where's me handbag?

You could see it in the way she walked.

It wasn't nice.

Well, if you actually fed me more than a lettuce

leaf from time to time, then I wouldn't have had to stuff

meself with sweets, would I?

You're fat as a whale.

And then off she goes, never [inaudible] to me.

You threw me out.

I never threw you out.

Yeah you charged me rent.

Oh, that's fair enough.

I were 10.

Then back she comes, tits akimbo, nothing but lies.

Hey, you've aged.

You started piling on the weight again.

Did you actually come back for something, mum.

Or do you just want to start another row?

Well, I've come to see you, haven't I?

What's in there?

Oo, say, that's not right, is it?

[street noises]

Yvonne, I just saw the crime report.

Why didn't you phone me?

I can't come crying to you every time, can I?

I just run 999.

Some officer's dealt with it. - Look, let me see that--

No.

If you're too nice to me, I might--

oh, I don't know.

It's just so bloody hard sometimes.

The shop and kids tryin' to get back at ya.

You need a man in your life, Yvonne, someone

to look after ya.

You makin' a pass at me, Stan?

[rock music]

Go on, Stan.

Yeah.

Oh.

Oh, that's it.

[music, banging, and moaning]

Oh, Stan.

-

YVONNE: Debbie, Debbie, who's downstairs?

Joan, Mum's mum.

Well, what does she want?

She say she come to visit.

I thought she was murdered by a jealous lover in Rio.

[music playing]

Fuck.

What the fuck is she doing here?

I don't know.

Will you tell her to go, please?

I don't want to antagonize her, do I-- we?

Well, why not?

That's all she's ever done to me.

And you're the one that's refused to see

it for God knows how long.

Yeah, but, I--

Look, all I'm sayin' is we don't want any trouble--

all right, Joan, love.

Nice to see ya, just stay--

stay as long as you like.

So ah, how have you been?

I'm fine, thanks.

Looking good, as always, I mean.

So hey, she can have Debbie's room, can't she?

You don't mind sharing with Mandy a few nights, do ya?

Yeah.

So do you need any help with your bags, Joan?

No, but thanks.

Titanic finally docked yet or what?

Oh, no.

I'm traveling light.

What are you talking about?

You've left your bags in the pub.

I've already seen 'em.

Eh?

Did I?

You don't have to pretend, mum.

I don't know what it is you think you're doing.

But you're not doing it here.

You are going home.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not going there.

He's wrong.

I don't-- I don't know what he meant.

Alzheimer's.

I haven't got Alzheimer's.

I'm not going.

I'm here with you.

I'm not going in no home.

I'm stayin' here.

[flute music]

[sirens]

Managed to get hold of her neighbor.

Turns out she burnt her flat down.

Fuck ya now.

Yeah, she were that confused.

Someone called a doctor.

He diagnosed Alzheimer's.

Booked her into a care home.

So she's done a runner.

Oh, well, but--

well, yeah, that's-- that's good news, isn't it?

I mean care home, job done.

You'd write me off that quick as well, would you Frank?

You've got to phone the social man.

I mean it's just no-- there's no choice, is there?

I mean, what could we do?

You was the one that said that she

could stay in the first place.

Well, That was to just to please--

just-- ah, oh.

Fuck it.

Oh, I don't know.

What the fucking hell is she waitin' for?

[suspenseful music]

Hi Yvonne.

Hi Stan.

[music playing]

I-- I-- just thought I'd come and see if you ah you know.

[street noises]

[music playing]

[whistle]

Hey, I'm not payin' you to miss bits.

[dogs barking]

Mate of mine in the motor trade wants three [inaudible]

nickin', 100 quid a pop.

That's 300 quid.

And how much gear do you think we'll get for that, eh?

Can I come in on that?

I can help nick cars.

What we get gettin'?

A smack right on the fuckin' head you don't shut

up and finish me car.

Dumb shit.

SHANE: Pussy clit.

[dogs barking]

Hi Mandy.

yeah, I was just, fuck, hey, about old Joan, eh?

How much you think she can remember,

you know, then of things?

I'm not a doctor, Frank, don't know.

What about the past?

Well recently.

Oh, right, so I thought, 20, 20ish years ago, would she--

Don't know, maybe.

Why?

What'd you do, Frank? - What did I--

me? Nothin'.

I'm-- no, I'm just, you know, just

about concern about Monica.

And just, oh, fucking, can't ask a fucking question round here

without a fucking third degree.

For God sake, mum, stop followin' me around.

Well, you're not leaving me.

I'm just going out for a minute.

- I'll come with ya. - Oh.

You all right?

Get away from us.

Fuck off.

Get back where you came from.

You fuckin' what?

Norma, this is me mum.

She's got Alzheimer's.

Don't give a shit what she's got.

Norma?

Norma?

I know that name.

I know that name.

Norma is a friend of mine.

A friend of yours?

She-- is she-- she's not--

is she that poofter.

Aren't you?

Peg said there was a poofter.

She never said she was colored.

Are you goin' to let her get away with that, Monica?

I don't know what to bloody do.

You've always got to be different.

You've always got to shock.

Who are ya?

Get away from us.

Get back where you came from.

My name is Norma.

Norma?

I know that name.

It's like talking to a bloody goldfish.

Frank, love, will you take her for me

before I start to self-harm?

Eh, come on.

Yeah, no fuckin' chance in shine.

[guitar strumming]

You all right, bird?

Where is she?

Watering the wardrobe.

Frank's taken her to the pub.

Oh.

I think I prefer the wardrobe.

So what are you gonna do, Mon, eh?

You don't have to put up with this shite, you know.

One phone call and she's out your hair.

Fuckin' pay back.

Pay back?

Why?

What for?

Mon's dad fucked off when she was about four?

From that moment on, Monica couldn't do a thing right.

She used to leave me on me own all night.

Said she couldn't stand me.

Used to cry meself to sleep.

And then Joan got herself a bloody bastard boyfriend,

Dennis whose shite smelled like roses.

Turns out, has his arms up Monica's skirt

every time the lights go off.

I didn't want her to know that, Norma.

Well, she's old enough.

That woman was an evil old hag to your mother.

I should know, I've got the therapy bills to prove it.

Why didn't you say anythin'?

Well, if he groped ya?

You should've just told her.

MONICA: I did.

She called me a liar.

Said she wished she'd never had me.

You don't have to forgive her, Monica.

[piano music]

Yvonne?

Hurry up, pull your trousers up.

Come on.

Oh, you are in.

I thought you weren't 'cause the door--

What the fuck happened to you?

Um, this, I got.

I got too nervous today.

Stan was just um--

[interposing voices]

Oh, now, come on, two at a time.

Yvonne, do you fancy goin' on a, you know--

YVONNE: Right, let's behavin' ya.

CHILD CUSTOMER: I only want a packet of crisps.

Fine, I'm leavin'.

YVONNE: What we got here, then?

Well, I'll um, well-- well, I--

I'll see you then, Yvonne.

[cash register beeping]

Jesus Chr-- you've seen the state of the stockroom?

Yeah, it's just ah--

he'll be out bloody Chesney.

Well, I hate to tell you this, Yvonne, but I think

he's been havin' sex in there.

I can smell it.

No.

I'm gonna fucking kill'im.

[horn music]

Here, this one's on the house.

Oh.

So, how's the old gray matter then, Joan?

You fancy a quiz?

Somebody must have done that.

FRANK GALLAGHER: Yeah, so who's the prime minister then?

No?

Yeah, you're right, who cares.

You heard of the first moon landin'?

Eh?

Mm.

Neil Armstrong, Buzz Lightyear.

How many legs has a donkey got?

What am I drinkin'?

Where's your handbag?

Yeah, shot to fuck, aren't you kid?

Can't remember a sodden thing.

Happy fuckin' days.

Oh, who's your girlfriend there, Frank?

Oh, no.

This, Lillian, is Monica's mum, Joan.

Say hello Joan.

No, I'm not his girlfriend.

Except once on Monica's birthday we had sex.

But it's a secret.

[music playing]

Oh come on.

What, I mean, she's fucking tonto isn't she?

What, I mean-- I me--

ah.

Right now, listen up, mum, just to clarify, right, what you

just said didn't happen, right?

And if-- if it did--

if, then it was a mistake.

Because that-- 'cause I would have been drunk.

And you, you just wicked old witch, you wanted whatever

your daughter was havin'.

Oh, this takes me back.

Oh.

Oh, dance with me, Frank.

No, Joan, I don't--

Dance with me.

Only if you keep your fucking mouth shut.

[music playing]

Stan, I'm beginnin' to think you've got

some kind of eatin' disorder.

Because that's the third meal that you

haven't touched in two days.

I'm in love with Yvonne.

No, I-- I don't think I heard you right there.

Di--did you say--

I'm in love with Yvonne.

Do you mean, Yvonne, Yvonne?

But scary Yvonne in the shop, Yvonne?

Put it back or lose your dick.

Well, there's a thing.

Trouble is, I just don't know if it's the same for her.

I mean, she's definitely interested.

Oh, don't stop.

Oh, yeah.

But when I hinted at us both going out together, she--

I think I got the brush off.

Well, if you're sure that this is definitely what you want.

Well, you just have to go in there and ask her straight.

No messin' to it.

Kill or cure.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, you're right.

I'll just go in there, and I'll ask her.

[dogs barking]

[music playing]

Yvonne?

Yvonne.

I want to ask you somethin', and I really need you to-- whoa.

[handcuffs rattling]

Do you want to go out with me one night down the Jockey or--

Stan, I don't drink.

Well, dinner then or a film or--

I want to go on a date with ya instead of just having sex.

We're friends aren't we?

Well, that's all right, isn't it?

Look, Stan, me and you, I mean,

I don't know if I were just reactin' to stress

of being attacked or something like that.

I mean, you're a lovely man.

You're just--

Yeah, not boyfriend material.

I didn't say that.

What are you saying, Yvonne?

Ah, it's all right.

I understand.

Won't trouble you again.

Stan, don't feel like that.

Stan.

[flute music]

[funky music]

Yeah, there's one.

Golf GTI.

And it's a V plate.

[funky music]

[suspenseful music]

[horn alarm sounding]

[music playing]

Woo, lovely time.

Come here. - Get off.

Wee, woo hoo.

You what?

It'd be like shagging my gran.

Come here, come on.

Give us a feel.

How much do you charge?

Hey, do you want to fuck?

I'll give you all a blow job.

Come inside.

Get off me.

Now get back to your hole slapper.

MONICA: Get-- mother.

JOAN: Get off me bitch.

Come on, get inside.

Get off me.

[interposing voices]

MONICA: Oh, Frank, come and help me.

Oh, Frank.

JOAN: Get off me.

MONICA: You were supposed to be lookin' after her.

Ow, mother, you're hurting me.

- Hey. - Frank.

Stop it.

I've made up me mind.

You're going in that home.

Agh.

Agh.

Oh, oh, oh God.

Oh.

Oh, where's me handbag?

Where's me handbag?

Oh, what's in your silly handbag?

[music playing]

How many fucking sleeping pills does she need?

It's enough to put an elephant out.

JOAN: I'm not going to no home.

I'm not going.

See?

I found another way.

I just need to fine me daughter first.

I need to find my daughter.

[music playing]

Oh, what were those things, those things I've lost.

It was somethin' important.

You haven't lost anythin', mum.

YVONNE: It's not here.

Oh, I see you've ah--

Mm.

Well, I'm not going to wait for your help, am I?

Oh a lady in the milk jar was tellin' me where to fish.

Yeah, right.

MONICA: Oh, don't laugh.

Don't laugh at her.

Come on, mum.

We're going out.

We need to spend some time together.

There you go.

Here's your bag.

Come on.

Buy you a coffee.

JOAN: And can we have some cake?

MONICA: And some cake, yes.

[music playing]

[phone beeping]

[music playing]

Here you are.

It says if you lift car up from front,

it thinks it's being towed.

Alarm still goes.

I've tried it.

Fuck.

All right.

What the fuck are you so happy about?

Here we go.

[funky music]

[sirens]

That was the one you wanted, isn't it?

Golf with V plates?

How the tuckin' fuck--

weren't there no alarm on it?

I don't know, didn't look.

[key chain beeper]

Yep, there is.

Keys.

You cuttin' me on the deal, then?

[music playing]

So if they're payin' 100 quid a car, I say

we split it 75/25 in my favor.

On your fucking bike.

Well, I'm the one who knows how

to nick'em, so deal or no deal?

[dogs barking]

Yeah, all right then, seems fair.

Mickey, can I have a word with ya?

MICKEY: No, no, no, let's just give it to him.

Mickey, if we give him that much,

we're not gonna have enough for a fucking party are we?

Yeah, we will.

[mouths "trust me"]

Four cars, but you've gotta get all of them

before you get paid.

I thought it was three.

Yeah, well, it's four.

All right.

What's up next then?

Beamer soft top V plate, or a Renault Clio, three-door

Dynamique, '04, take your pick.

What do those ones look like again?

[suspenseful music]

You all right, mate?

Hey, kid.

Come on.

Hey, look at me.

You all right?

Huh?

Talk to me.

What's the matter.

Can you hear me?

Hello?

Let's get you up, yeah, slow.

[music playing]

[tires squealing]

Hey, hey.

Come here.

Little shit.

[music playing]

MONICA: What I'm saying is, if you really had wanted to,

you know, with them pills, then you'd have done it already,

wouldn't you, instead of coming to me.

So, I think, deep down, you know that going into a home really--

I never liked my daughter, do you know that?

I told her once, I wish I'd never had her.

But mum, that's not--

I never told her why though.

Why?

Why didn't you like her?

Well, because she looked like him, like her father.

He was the only man I ever loved.

Eh, I loved him.

But one day, whit.

Never made no sense.

I cried and cried.

But he wouldn't come back.

And there she was, still, every day,

looking at me with his eyes, rippin' me heart out.

Because every time I looked at her, all I could see was him.

My boyfriend, he used to touch her, Dennis.

I'd wake up in the night, find him gone.

I knew what he was doing.

But I never stopped him.

I wanted her punished.

Oh, do you think she could forgive me?

Because I need her to.

You know, I need to clean it all before I go.

[flute music]

BMW.

A Renault Clio.

What do you need for the last one?

Oh, Lada Riva, D reg.

Some loser wants one. Here you are.

All right.

[kids hollering]

D reg. Lada.

Exactly.

He'll hunt a fucking month of giro days for one of them.

The wrong kind of scrap.

You fucking genius.

Frank?

Would you do something for me If I asked ya?

Mon, I'm busy.

I don't mean now, I mean, in general.

If it's about them salsa classes I--

No, not that.

I mean, if it was something really important.

MANDY: You won't get any sense out of him.

Stupid git has taken some of your mum's sleeping pills.

Oh.

I just need to know, if it's ever right,

to do something for someone that they want, even if other

people might think it wasn't.

Look, I know how low people with Alzheimer's can get.

But helpin' your mum with those pills,

well, unless you want to end up in strange ways

with half my family, you'll leave it alone.

[sirens]

NORMA: Surprised Stan's not been in today.

What?

Stan, Stan?

Goofy Stan?

Stan turns everything into a slapstick Stan.

Well, usually, but ah you know,

he caught the blokes who robbed you, don't ya?

Oi.

Got right stuck and a hurt.

I thought he'd be in to you about it.

No.

No, he didn't.

Yeah, I reckon he fancies you.

Perhaps he didn't want to make a big deal of it.

He's all right, though?

Oh, I think so.

Anyway, even if you did fancy me,

the whole friendship thing, it never works, does it?

I don't know.

Always seemed like a good basis to me.

You know, somebody to get on with, have a laugh.

You see, the bottom line, Norma, is,

if he were that fuckin' interested, he'd be here,

wouldn't he, kicking down me door and not

takin' no for an answer.

You know, faint heart never won fair fuckin' lady and all that.

You know, I need a man who's my equal, someone

who's gonna stand up to me.

Aye, righty ho, then.

That's me done.

[music playing]

[laughing and joking voices]

[flute music]

Do you know where it is?

What is it I've lost?

Me handbag?

It's somethin' important.

Where's me handbag?

It's here, Mum.

Oh.

Now, then, I've spoken to your daughter.

And she says-- she says she can't change the past

much as she might want to.

And she says she can't forgive you.

But she says that hearing you admit

that you knew what your boyfriend was

doing, well, that was a start.

And I think, I get the impression

that, despite everything, your daughter

loves you very, very much.

[flute music]

Hey, Mum, look, I finished.

It's lovely, Debbie.

[dishes clanking]

In a bit.

[dogs barking]

Norma, would you pop upstairs and wake, Mum?

I'll go.

No, Normal would you?

But if she starts with us again, I'll get wake

her with a fuckin' cattle prod.

Joan?

[knocking]

Joan?

[knocking]

Monica?

Right, I think you better come up.

She's taken an overdose, Mon.

Probably best thing for her, like, what with everythin'.

I'll call an ambulance, eh?

[birds chirping]

Oh, fucking hell.

You all right, kid?

Tell you what, I think you did the right thing.

No, no, no, nobody will lie.

I'd have done the same meself if she'd have

asked me for either of mine.

Not a moment's hesitation.

[music playing]

You cry, love.

[music playing]

[flute music]

Wait, Debbie, love.

Would you mind?

No.

[flute music]

Thanks.

[flute music]

Come here, love.

[flute music]

It's all right.

It's only Nana.

Oh, whoo.

All right, you take the main road.

I'd go this way.

[music playing]

Oh, managed to drag yourself out of bed this morning,

then did ya?

Oh, Carrie, that was mine.

Oh, Carrie, come on.

Mm.

I was saving' that.

I thought you was running on love alone.

Didn't think you needed fruit to fight for your lady's honor.

Carrie.

I've had enough of everyone treatin' me like a doormat.

[tv voices]

YVONNE: We'll be gettin' more later in the week.

CUSTOMER: It's all right, love.

Yvonne, I've got somethin' to say to you.

I-- I'm serving the cou--

I don't care.

I won't be brushed aside again.

Because-- because you women, you all say there's

no decent men in the world.

But when you meet one, all you do is write me off.

And it's rude, Yvonne, and it hurts my feelings.

'Cause-- 'cause I'm not a super hunk

Well.

And maybe I don't fit in with your idea

of what it is you want.

But I'm decent and kind.

And we could've been good together.

And if you don't see that, if I was just

some embarrassing shag in the storeroom to ya,

then it's your loss.

Oh.

[funky music]

Stan.

Stan, stop will ya?

Look, Yvonne--

Two nights a week, one of which

you have to come around to mine because I

can't afford the childcare.

And me kids always come first.

And you're not movin' in.

We'll just take things slowly.

You sayin'?

I'm saying yes.

I will go out with ya.

But not teenage stuff, no gooey eyes

game playin' and chocolates.

Yeah, yeah, I get ya, no flowers, no candles,

no weekends away.

Come on then.

Odd weekend away wouldn't hurt.

Yeah.

Once in awhile.

You have to give me a bit of notice, mind.

I've always fancied Blackpool.

Oh, no more shaggin' in your storeroom.

Me fuckin' nerves couldn't take it.

Seen me bruises?

Mum?

We've cleared out her stuff.

And rung round the family.

Apparently she left all her savings to you, about 2 grand.

Hey, good old Joan, eh?

Wasn't so bad but after all, was she?

Funeral cost more than that.

Oh, well, you know, come and die at Frank's house.

Free fucking funerals all round, isn't it?

[music playing]

I've invited Fiona Clark, the Smith girls, and--

Got somethin' fo ya.

Where the fuck?

Wasn't easy.

[chiming music]

Four cars, that's 200 you owe me.

Is that mine there?

You're fuckin' dreaming.

Listen you shit.

Yes, officer, I can identify the men who stole the cars.

And I think they're on probation.

So does that mean they'll go to prison for a really long time?

Well done.

What the fuck are you gonna do with 300 quid?

I've got a few ideas.

[hawaiian music]

I never wanted a fuckin' party anyway.

MICKEY: I did.

SHANE: Aw, shut up.

[soft guitar music]

So, so, come on, so here's to Joan.

I got to say this now, wait, she may have been, you know--

CARL: An old bitch.

But listen, she's where your mum comes from.

Oh, Frank.

DEBBIE: To Joan.

To Joan.

Joan.

To Mum.

Oh, say Frank, I'm quite surprised she

never come on to ya.

She did tell me all the boyfriends.

Well, maybe she saw we have something special.

Yeah.

We know different, don't we, Frank?

You and Joan.

[laughing background voices]

You sure you're OK, MUM?

Yeah, thanks, Debbie love.

That was a nice gesture, givin' her the blanket.

Not really.

I didn't like it.

Don't make us another one, eh?

Normal always says, biology is not destiny.

And I suppose she's right, I mean, I'm nothing like my mum.

So the old saying, the apple never

falls very far from the tree is wrong, isn't it?

Because if the tree's at the top of a very steep hill,

and the apple rolls down that hill and onto a jetty,

and off the jetty onto a boat, and the boats on a river

that takes the apple right round to the other side of the world,

well then, that is far, isn't it?

[music playing]

[spanish music]

Ole.

Dress is nice.

[guitar strumming]

[chime]