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(TAPPING)

Anyone watching, thinking we know
fuck all about knowing fuck all about owt

needs to watch their back.

So you've had your Labour, reclassifying
skunk, sending prices sky-high,

literally...literally
taking the grass from its own roots.

Now you've got your ConDemNation,

Liberals noshing Tories
like altar boys picking dimps up!

Have we had a national
fucking stroke or what?

Is "revolution" a word or was it never?

Anybody watching needs to know,

we cope better than average
with irony in Chatsworth.

Well, for fuck's sake, we live in
Manchester, and they charge us for water!

I wandered lonely as a clown,
necking mushrooms rarely found.

This green and pleasant land
in ancient times.

Yak, yak, yak, yak, yak,
yak, yak, yak, yak, yak, yak!

It's not theirs any more.

This is our England now.

Pa-a-a-arty!

FRANK: You're always aware of when you're
doing something for the first time...

Swim a length, ride a bike,
head the ball without shutting your eyes.

Drink a man-sized pint.

Stick your neck out for a mate.

Smoke a cigarette.

Dream of a woman other than your wife.

Pop your cherry, get pissed, get high,

get sucked off in chemistry class
by Mrs O'Neill and sworn to secrecy.

But you are never aware of the moment

when you're doing something
for the last time.

Last meal.

Last fuck.

Last fight.

Last breath.

Sneaks up on you.

You just never know.

JAMIE: I might not be around
for a few days.

You don't have to answer to me.

Yeah, I know that.

Well, it's a big job.

I want you to know these things,
that's all.

Keep talking. I'm listening.

50 feet underground...

I'll pick up the shopping
on the way back home from Mass.

I know where they are, Dominic.

What?

I think I know where they are. I think.

You think?
Well, you'd better think harder, Gloria,

cos it's five days
since they've been gone.

He told me after we'd...

I wasn't really listening.

Oh. Had you all going, did he?

The opposite.

I was pissed off with him.

Why?

Because I could...

No, why've you waited till now?

Well, what d'you want me to say, eh?

"Oh, by the way, Karen,

"Jamie did mention
where he was going after we had a fuck,

"but I can't quite remember
all the details"?

So where did you fuck him?

That's disgusting.

Gloria, listen!
Retrace your steps, all right?

Just think about it.
It might just jog your memory.

Leave it.

It's the third time
I've seen it this hour.

It's getting more confident.

Let it think we're not bothered,
and when it least expects it

I'll jump the little fucker, eh?

Give it a chance to fatten up, then, eh?

Best if we keep that as long as we can.
Once it's gone, it's gone.

- Rather have my share now.
- No.

Please!

Fuck me. No need, Jamie.

You'll thank me for it later.

I'm dying of thirst
and I'm fuckin' starving, here!

Yeah, we all are.

I could eat a scabby horse.

I could eat Frank. (GOBBLES)

(FRANK LAUGHS)

Take one prime beef Mancunian,
marinate it overnight

with human detritus...

then roast gently over a low light
for about, what,

five fuckin' days, until fuckin' dead!

(LAUGHS)

Oh. There's not much
on these bones, y'know.

You'd be much better off with Ruby-
she'd taste a lot sweeter.

Not if you value your testicles.

- Frank!
- (LAUGHS) What?

Well, it's the only way
I can keep the old love plums cool.

Avert your eyes if you're offended.

Ooooh! I just need something
to take me mind off the heat!

Fag'd do it.

Every last detail.

I mean, give yourself time to remember.

What music you were listening to,
what you were doing.

Don't leave nothing out.

- Are you sure?
- Gloria, five days they've been gone.

(# JOURNEY: Small Town Girl)

His guilty pleasure.

He's a big Journey fan.

So...we started out in missionary.

Then...

Doggie-style.

Self-explanatory.

- What's that?
- Finger job!

Reverse cowgirl.

And then back...

Oof!...to missionary.

So he's quite an athletic lad.

Shot his load,

started to get dressed.

Well, it's a big job.
Want you to know these things, that's all.

And that's when he said...

...said something about a job.

- Scratchcards?
- Cabinet War Rooms.

Converted for secure storage -
it's full of 'em.

And how come you know about it?

- Your Jamie told me.
- When?

When was it?

I think it was Friday.

- Does it matter?
- Course it fucking matters!

He's told a fucking stranger
and not his wife.

- Well, at least we know where they are.
- And why've you just remembered now?

Come on, Karen. I was bladdered.

- Summat must've gone wrong.
- Oh, Poirot has nothing on you(!)

Well, how the fuck are we gonna find them?
A needle in a haystack!

Retrace their footsteps.

I'd better give 'em a hand.

20 quid says Frank doesn't make it back.

I'll give you 3-1.

Will you fucking leave that?
It's bricked up.

I'll do what I want.

Saw this documentary once -
takes 14 days to die

from dehydration and starvation.

How long have we been here now?

- Five.
- Three.

- Four. It's a fact.
- Yeah. Skin cracks, lips and tongue.

Stomach lining drying out
makes you vomit. Nosebleeds.

Seizures. Organs shrink.

This really isn't helping.

Here y'are.
Get some of that down you, lad.

I'd rather have the nosebleeds
and seizures.

Ruby?

(BANGING)

JAMIE: Oi, scrote!

- Pack it in!
- Shut up!

It's hollow.

This fucking vent -
it's hollow behind the bricks.

SHANE: Here y'are, mind out.

Do you mind?

Nothing.

Oh, why is it
men never change their sheets?

It's like sleeping in a fucking jockstrap.

There's got to be something.
We need to get into his head. Billy...

Think like Shane.

(SOBS)

Kelly!

Please don't leave me, Kelly!

I love you! Ahhh...

Look, what is it exactly
we're looking for here?

Clues, pictures - anything
that can help us retrace their steps.

What about this?

KAREN: What the fuck?!

BILLY: It's a schematic
of the lottery building.

There's posters all over the wall,
he's told your brother,

but he's not told his wife?!

(DOOR OPENS AND SLAMS)

It's a gas escape for a...
another sewage channel or summat.

Fucking rank!

It gets narrower the further you get in.
Oh, fuck's sake!

- D'you think you'd fit in there?
- No!

But funny enough,
it's about your fucking size.

If I thought I'd fit, I wouldn't hesitate.

- Oh, yeah!(!)
- Someone's gotta go in there.

We don't know where it goes.
If it goes anywhere at all.

Shimmy back the way.

It's a... It's a maze of fucking tunnels
and vents and pipes.

Nobody knows where half of it goes.

Well, someone does.

Yes, but he's conspicuous
by his fucking absence, isn't he?

So we just stay down here
fucking permanently, do we?

Oh, that's fucking optimistic, isn't it(?)

(THEY SHOUT OVER EACH OTHER)

Aidan!

Don't be so fucking stupid!

AIDAN: I'd rather risk this
than stay with you moaning bastards

a minute longer than I have to!

If you die, we're not coming
for your body, you fucking arsehole!

Love yer, kid!

Aye, carrot and stick.

Fuck you doing?

Making sure we're covered.

- You're writing him off already?
- What if he's dead?

What if he's found shitloads of money
and fucked off? Or got another woman?

- (SCOFFS)
- What if he's shot or in jail?

Oh, don't be soft.

I'm being practical.

Look, if something happens, me and Connor
are on our own, and I need to know

that we're gonna be OK.

(MIMI SIGHS)

You do what you need to do
for your son, Mimi,

and I will do the same for mine.

(BRICK MOVES)

You got a secret stash?

Nothing that'd interest you.

I'll just ask the lads

- what they think about that.
- Ah, fuck it! All right.

All right, all right.

Something that I left down here

last time...

I came...down.

Wow.

It's...sentimental value.

You know, it's...

trophies of an unspoiled life.

Spliff, copy of Shoot.

Porn mag?

Football, you dummy.

Remember...

something pure?

Picture of family.

Oh, fuck off!

It's a statement of intent.

What's goin' on?

Disaster relief.

We're getting prepared
in case we find 'em.

We'll find them.

Thermal blankets,
cereal bars, water, vits.

We need blood.

Violence isn't the answer.

For a blood transfusion, dopey.

What if they've been in a shoot-out
and one of them needs blood?

Paddy always kept a fridge-full,
every blood group, just in case.

AVRIL: Well, I'm not arguing with her.

And that lot can volunteer.

And any complaints,

fuck off to another pub.

Your Tish has locked herself
in our bathroom and won't come out.

Thank you.

(BANGING ON DOOR)

Tish, what's goin' on?

I'll kick this door in, you know I will.

I wanted something of Aidan's.

Then I saw this.

For God's sake!

That might be all that's left of him.

How d'you know it's his?

- It could be...
- I do my business at Lillian's.

There's no way my buttocks are sharing
porcelain with Frank Gallagher.

Or it could be Frank's.

Frank's missing and Mrs Croker
can't get up the stairs.

It's not mine. I only go on Sundays.

You only take a dump once a week?

Regular.

- Come on.
- I'm not moving...

until Aidan comes home.

"Truth is beauty
and beauty is truth."

"Liberty, fraternity and equality."

"A life worth living."

- "Making a mark."
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, we get the picture.

- I was a dick when I was a lad.
- No.

You had ambition and dreams.
What's wrong with that?

Ambition, dreams, principles...

Life soon kicked the living shit
out of that.

Frank, it's not too late
to turn your life around.

Oh, don't dare pity me,
you cheeky bint.

I am happy with my lot.

Ambition's a scam,

designed to make sure
you keep your head down,

be an obedient little consumer.

I'm just being supportive.

Well, don't.

Sort your own house out.

Trying to wheedle your way into a family

most people'd try and wheedle
their way out of.

I'm not trying to wheedle....

You don't count as blood to the Maguires

unless you slithered out
of Mimi's scally muff,

and you didn't,

so you don't.

And fuck knows why you'd want to.

- B positive, yeah?
- Nurse!

Aaaaah, it hurts!

Ohh!

Will you stop fucking whining?

It's a good deal -

pint for a pint.

Which ridiculously overvalues you lot.

Do 25 and we'll let you go free.

- Clear!
- Oh!

Do it in block capitals.

Oh, right.

Right. I'm off to see a man about a shit.

I thought she only did
all her business at Lillian's.

MAN: Aooowwww!

Please, God, or whoever
the fuck's up there...

...bring Shane back...

...and I'll do anything,
I'll devote me life to you.

(DOOR SHUTS)

It's fucking warm.

It's a body fluid.

It's good for you.

Probably bits of jizz and God knows what
washed out in his sample.

Might as well have given him a nosh,
put the poor lad out of his misery.

- Ruby?
- (GROANS) Mm-mm.

You can't live off of toothpaste
alone, you know.

I know, I know.

Come here.

We're gonna be all right.

All right?

- Are you?
- Mm-hm.

- Fuck are you doing?
- (LAUGHS)

- I dunno, I just thought...
- Well, then, don't think! We're family!

Fuck off! You were all over me!

- Was I fuck all over you!
- Cut it out, Ruby!

Uh, a bit of consideration
wouldn't go amiss.

You're the twat that brought
the fucking shaft down!

Oh, yeah, it's my fault
for trying to escape my captors,

my kidnappers, innit?

- How selfish am I(?)
- You weren't kidnapped!

Well, blackmailed,
at the very fucking least,

over the life of an innocent.

Tight bastard!
You said he was missing.

You are not fucking eating him!

BILLY: That's the building.
And that's the shaft there.

DOMINIC: Don't know
what you're on about.

- No, look, the padlock's off it.
- Open it up.

There's rubble down there.
Must've collapsed.

Shit.

- (RAISED VOICES FROM BELOW)
- Shh. I can hear voices.

Shh! It's comin'...

Jamie?

I can hear voices. It's coming from here!

Shh! Jamie!

- I'm warning you, Frank!
- (MUFFLED) Jamie! Are you all right?

- Are you alive?
- JAMIE: Mam?

- Mam!
- Mam, we're down here!

Mam, we're alive!

- Oh!
- Yes!

We're OK! Where the fuck have you been?

Aidan, nice one, mate!
We knew you'd do it!

What the fuck's Aidan got to do with it?

- Jamie, we haven't seen Aidan, lad.
- So who told you we were down here?

MIMI: Someone only broke the golden rule.
Who's been a naughty boy, Jamie?

- What the fuck have you done?
- Only went and told Dom

all about the job, how, where, when.

Best mistake you ever made, son!

Yeah, well, I fucking forgot, didn't I?

I drank his fuckin' piss, Jamie...

Eurgh!

Urgh!

...because you said that nobody knew!

MIMI: Don't worry about a thing.

We'll grab a tent off the tram extension,
nobody'll think twice.

And this place is fucking deserted
over the Bank Holiday.

Go on, get goin'. We'll all have to...

Look, I can't stay too long, OK?

Her husband could be dead,
for fuck's sake.

What have you got on
more pressing than that?

There's loads of folk could cover,
you know. Go upstairs, rest.

I'm all right.

Sweep?

- What?
- For them underground.

Who croaks first and when.

It's times like this
when folk need a distraction.

What if he's not on a job?
And he's on the fucking job.

Oh, it's a chuffin' orgy, is it?

With his own brother and Frank Gallagher?

Well, he's acting weird.

Get out from behind that fucking bar.
I'll do a shift.

(PHONE BEEPS)

Oh, my God.

They've found 'em. They're alive.

Except Aidan.

He's missing.

I wonder if anyone's picked him.

(COUGHING)

Oh, shit.

(RUMBLING)

Fuck!

- Here y'are.
- Ta, bro.

When can I get this back?

You'll get it when you fucking get it,
all right? Fuck off.

Let's go.

Are you ready? Here's the first one.

There'll be plenty to go round.
Little sips, yeah?

Water.

Water.

Here y'are, Frank, here's a bevvie.

Shane.

Give us one of those, Frank.

- What the fuck's that?!
- It's a webcam, Shane.

Thank fuck.

Back in the 21st century.

BILLY: Sorted!

ALL: Yes!

Ladies and gentlemen,
we've got eyes and ears.

No way. Can you see us?

- Yeah!
- Yeah!

Ha-ha! Is... Is, er, Mum up there?

You look terrible.

How you holding up, OK?

Yeah, we're fine,
now we've got the provisions.

Um, listen,

have you heard from Aidan?

Hello?

Nothin'.

No word.

Here's some batteries. Watch your heads.

When you're running low, send
the old ones up and we'll recharge 'em.

Hiya, baby! How are you, son?

Hi, Mum. Um...

Cheers for helping out, Mam.

That's what your mam's for, son.

Love you.

Oh, I love you too
and I miss you so much.

Hey, Ches.

Yes, Jamie!

Great spliff, mate.

(COUGHS)

(BANGING)

(RUSTLING)

(COUGHING)

Waah!

(PANTS)

Shh!

Wait!

- It's fuckin' horrible down here.
- I know, I feel sick.

Right...

We'll go in through the top,

- so long as we shore it up as we go.
- All right.

Well, we'll do it in shifts, yeah?

There's no space to dig side-by-side.

Do a time and motion study, did you?

No. No-one's done them since the '70s.

Just physics - mass, space and time.

Anyway, you do the first shift
and I'll rest up.

JAMIE: Mam?

Mam, you there?

Mam?

She's got them going on the dig, Jamie.

Who's that?

It's Dom.

Thank fuck you remembered
where we were, eh?

Well, as you know...

I was pissed as a newt
when you told me.

Difficulty was
putting together all the little things

that I thought I knew.

I can imagine.

Our Gloria was a great help, though.

You know, she managed
to make sense of it all for me.

Is she there?

I believe she's at the pub
with your Karen.

Was she upset?

Which "she" are we talking about here?

My wife.

I let her know you were OK.

But she didn't come down?

Dominic!

Give Karen a call, yeah?

Tell her I'm all right. Tell her I said...

Tell her I said...

Dom?

Dom?

(RUMBLING)

(SQUELCH)

Help.

You all right, there? Comfortable?

Nah, man. My legs are falling asleep.

We're making good progress.
Must've had 40 buckets out.

1,696 cubic inches a bucket -

that's 480 kilos.

- You've just fucking made that up.
- Fair enough,

but it can't be that far.

You're doing a good job, anyway.
My shift in 40 minutes, yeah?

We need to get rid of the scratchcards.

If we get pulled, they're evidence.

It's the whole reason we're here.

And where are we gonna cash them?

As soon as people find out
the tunnel's collapsed,

they're gonna be looking for them.

Small prizes, multiple locations,
always stay one step ahead.

So why did you let it slip to Dom?

Well, just be glad I did,
or we'd be stuck here permanently.

Besides, you were hardly
a model of self-control.

What the fuck does that mean?

- Means you led him on with his knob.
- Did I?

Well, who'd have thought it?

I've got the moral high ground.

- Oh!
- JAMIE: Oh, fucking hell, Frank!

What have you done, Frank?

I didn't touch it!

(SIREN BLARES)

- Fuck! Hurry up!
- This'll definitely work.

- (SHANE MUMBLES)
- What are you guys doing?!

Fucking tampon?

What?! You think that would expand
and block the pipe?

Oh, you've got another one?

OK, maybe that one will blow up
to a five-man dinghy

and we can sail on out?

Ah, fucking funny(!) Oh, for fuck's sake!

Right, let's get all this lot
off the floor

and in here before it starts flooding.

MARTY: Doesn't look right!

Because it's fucking pasta sauce.
Let's just hope they don't need it.

Don't fuckin' ask.

Let's just accept life is weird
and move on.

- Tish still upstairs?
- Ohh...

KELLY: Tish, you still with us?

Tell me you are fuckin' joking!

Show some respect.

(SIREN BLARES)

We've got trouble.

(RUMBLING)

(ELECTRICAL FIZZING)

Shit.

Jamie!

What if he doesn't come out, G,
and my last memory's us two arguing?

Oh, he'll come back and you'll be fine.
You've had a tiff, so what?

If ever there were a couple
made for each other, it's you two.

At least I can look good for him
when he comes out.

That's my girl. In my experience,

there's not much a fella won't risk
for the sake of a good ride.

How we gettin' on?

What's wrong? Is Jamie OK?

We've had a setback.

There's been a second collapse.

But is he OK?

The camera feed's down. We don't know.

Billy's down there too.

What if I lost my boys?

If she finds out,

Mimi will quite literally
gargle with your testicles.

You won't be in the room,
but she'll gargle with them nonetheless.

It's your fault.

It usually is...

but expand, just to humour me.

You still love Shane.

"Bring Shane back. I'll devote me life."

And the rest.

It's superstition.

Rabbit's foot, Tooth Fairy, Easter Bunny.
It's any old port in a storm.

I prayed for Shane to come back,
and I got this for Jamie.

I'm fasting for Frank, rosary for Aidan.

And I'm wearing this
for the cranky Scotch one.

You promised you'd devote your life.

I didn't mean it!

It's a crisis. People promise
any old shite in a crisis.

Billy and Jackson are all right.

They're coming up.

(SIREN BLARES)

- OK?
- Look at them.

We're over here,
all Great Escape and that,

and they're just totally oblivious.

Fuck this!

Where you going?!

They could be near their last breath
down there. We need help.

Not the police!

It's your son that's down there.

You know,
the one that you care so much about?

(LAUGHS) It's funny, innit?

It's all been about Jamie, Jamie, Jamie.
Not even been a mention of Shane.

Hey, we're here for Shane, all right?
Look, we're all here for everyone.

Give us one more go. If we can't
get through, then call the police.

Yeah, we're close, Karen. We can do it.

- Come on. Let's get a shift on.
- JACKSON: Yeah, and two hands

- are better than one, this time.
- CHESNEY: Hurry up.

BILLY: You mean four hands
are better than two!

Fuckin' had it with this place!

- No! No!
- (RUMBLING)

What? It's not dangerous, is it?

Fucking lethal, I think. Well, that's how
they kill people on films, innit?

They throw a toaster in the bath and that.

(FRANK YELLS)

I think you'll find
that salt water conducts.

Fresh water's safe enough.

- (ELECTRICAL SPARK)
- JAMIE: Oh, well, be my guest.

- Whoa!
- Shit!

You know as well as I do,
prison'd kill him.

He could be dead already.

- Don't say that.
- If he isn't,

I don't care if he goes down,

I just want him back in one piece.

If he don't make it, this is on your head.

May God forgive you. Move.

No, Mimi.

Get off!

The whole place is coming down.

We need to get the cable out of the water
or we're all fucking dead.

Volunteers?

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLES)

I've been a certified coward
all me life, mate.

How about you, big man?
Wanna show us how it's done?

- No chance.
- Fuck it.

Whoa! You'll kill yourself, mate.

Not if I get the cable out of the water
before I hit the surface.

Oh, yeah? And what about the leccy
that's already in the water?

Well, I dunno, do I?
Fuckin'... (SPLUTTERS)

If you want to stand around
discussing the finer points...

On my count of three,

let me go.

(BREATHES HARD)

One...

- (ELECTRICITY CRACKLES)
- Oh!

...two...

- (ELECTRICITY CRACKLES)
- Oh!

Would it be any easier
if you went on a count of four?

I wanna do it,
but me legs aren't cooperating.

We're through.

Buzzin'!

Hello? Can you hear us?

Jackson! Jackson, stay where you are,
we've got a huge problem in here!

(LAUGHS) How unpopular are you?!

Even buried people don't wanna see ya!

Well, go on.
I thought you were seedless, not impotent.

How about you go in?

(ALL SHOUT AT ONCE)

- Ruby!
- No!

(IN SLOW MOTION) Get out!

(IN SLOW MOTION) Go!

JAMIE: Go!

- Get out!
- (RUMBLING)

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLES AND ARCS)

Hello, partner.

I'll kiss you
when I taste fresh air, mate.

(COUGHS)

You not comin'?

You can't stay here.

C'mon.

Fuck's sake, hurry up!

How many more?

- BILLY: Two, plus Ches.
- Well, what about Aidan?

JACKSON: Nobody knows where he is.

Been gone for hours. The collapse happened
a while ago. He could be anywhere.

You just fucking left him?

You're more than welcome
to go down and have a look. He's gone.

AIDAN: Who's gone?

Oh, kidda, I thought you were lost.

How the fuck...?

Met a bloke who lives down there.

Scavenges.
Led me out the drain over there.

- Jamie!
- Ahh... Hey, Mum.

I'm sorry, babe.

I'm sorry.

Frank, you bell-end, come on.

- (SIREN WAILS)
- Bizzies!

MIMI: We're fucked if they find us!

Ooh!

Argh!

What?

I'm not even fucking good enough
to arrest now?

There you are.

You thought I'd gone again?

Can you drop it?

Feel bad enough as it is.

Look, everything I do is for us,
for our family.

You and him...

the only thing
that kept me going down there.

Was you scared?

Was I fuck.

"Scared"!

Nah, it's not mine.

Wrong colour.

How embarrassing -
praying over the wrong shit.

Oi, what you doing?
I nearly died getting those.

Er, I know. And I fucking hate 'em.

If any of these get traced back here,

you go down for a very long time.

I already nearly lost you once.

Oi, Dom, I need a word, mate.

Sorry, Jamie. Not now, eh?

(MUSIC PLAYS, CHEERING)

Well, now we're all home
safe and sound...

Oh, fucking hell, Mum!

I want it understood -
you ever give me a fright like that again,

I will never forgive you.

Never!

There's been too much loss
in this family as it is.

And I just wanna say how grateful I am
you all made it back.

There were times I thought you wouldn't.

And how much I love you.

Thank you.

Pissed already.

Yep. Always gets sentimental
after a skinful, don't you?

I'm talkin' about Ruby.

My lads'd be dead if it wasn't for her.

Jamie told us what you did.

We're proud to call you family, kid.

Hard luck.

Ruby!

ALL: Ruby!

(CHEERING)

Ah, I haven't got one! Hey!

Oi! No mention of you-know-what
on Facebook.

I'm not an idiot.
And you don't tell me what to do no more.

- Er, where are you off to?
- Get wasted

and shag bareback in a bus shelter.

So long as you're back by 11.

Love you.

Thank you so much.

Hiya.

Leave her alone, dickhead.

Bit of a rascal, aren't you?

What are you on about?

Your act of heroism -
slightly less heroic,

when you consider
the rubber boots you were wearing!

Ahhh!

Fucking Braveheart, yeah.

Nothing like a bit of insulation
to save you from death by electrocution.

Yeah, not the only one

- with a guilty secret, am I?
- What?

Your little letter from 16-year-old Frank?

Oh, no, no.
Just the ramblings of a hormonal teen.

That you replied to.

Bollocks!

And it's sealed up
so no-one'll ever see it.

Your secret's safe with me,
Frank, but you...

are a romantic.

Clever bitch.

- Busy while you were away.
- Oh, yeah?

Mm-hm. All the collections
from last week - paid in full.

So you...better start
recruiting some new bodies

and building a proper team.

Hm-hm!

Thank you.

Erm...

- I couldn't remember.
- I know.

But it's fine.

FRANK: Fair enough,

you might not know
when your number's up -

you know, your last meal,
last fuck, last breath.

So what? Why would you want to?

Life's a journey, not a destination.

Can't piss it away
waiting for times to turn good.

'Ey, make your own good -

fight, fuck, frolic, imbibe,
indulge and fuck some more.

Oh, fuck, sorry! Terry!

Love your fellow man.

And most of all, my dear friends,
cunts that you are...

...be happy.

For what else is there?

So you got any plans for the summer?

Yeah, might head up to Knowsley Safari.

You know, bring a tent, sleep out.

- Yeah? Can you do that?
- Not official, like.

But, you know,
if you keep one step ahead.

It's a fuckin' buzz, mate.

Extreme camping.

Sneaking up on lions,
making 'em shit 'emselves.

How about yourself?

Er, me and your mum
are gonna try for another baby.

I'm not too fussed
about the getting pregnant,

but I'm looking forward
to all the practice.

Oh, aye.

She's a proper generous lover,
your mum.

But I'm happiest
when I'm pleasing her, you know.

Yeah.

I love that little sound she makes
just before she's about to come, you know?

Yeah?

It's like a little mouse.

Eeeh! Eeeh-eeeh!

Eeeh! Eh-he-he-he!

(SIGHS)

- (SMACK!)
- (BILLY SCREAMS)