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This is murder.

It's an execution.

Fall in love with the one you should not
fall in love with

Excuse me.

I'm looking for Connor.

I think he's up on the roof.

On the Bishop Street side.

Thanks. Right, Josh.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Put him over there.

Yeah. How's he getting?

I was just passing.

How's it going?

Your packing tent blows up. How's that
happened?

There's no jobs, Clive. I've got
nothing.

Yeah, I was just wondering because, you
know, I've wound myself three short

days. I don't need you.

I can do anything.

Where's that lad who used to work for
you?

Francis, where's he now?

I got rid of him. I'll tell you where he
is. He's working for Ashbridge.

And do you know what?

He's happy.

Proper little smile he has. Not when he
was with you. He was miserable as sin

because you bullied him night and day.
He was useless. He was good, Clive. You

stamped on him. She said, no, I don't
have any jobs. Because no one likes

working with you. You're a fucking
misery, truth be told.

Will you employ Rajesh?

Yes, I will.

What's wrong with him?

Just works my shorts over your hair.

I won't. Well, if you do... I won't. But
there is something.

You can tell your lot I said thanks.

What do you mean? I've been on sight
-sightedness since I was 16 years old.

I shaved Clive.

Shaved like a dog right from the start.

Because I thought I'd like a nice life
one day.

Just me and the missus, nice little
life. I got one.

Tiny little farmhouse.

It's a wreck, but I've done it up.

Ten years it took me. Now it's all done.

My retirement all settled.

Except I can go there for 90 days.

That's all.

Just 90 sodding days.

Because it's in France, isn't it? 90
days and I've got to go home, thanks to

your lot.

Now I'm voting leave.

For you.

Piss off.

Bye.

I can pay you 120 a day.

You can do bar work for that.

I'm paying two wages, sick pay for bugs
and now as a replacement.

I can give you six days and that's it.

Do you mind not eating in the hall, eh?

It's like a doth house.

Some of us have got to live here.

Are you going to be turning the electric
off again?

You should have got a letter. I did, and
I read it, and it was a photocopy. It

wasn't specific to this place, so I
don't trust you for a second.

Diane.

Flat five.

Clive.

See you Clive.

to see.

Hard at work.

Where's your little mate?

Oh, you know, it's like same old story.

New job across town and off they go.

If I was in charge, I wouldn't allow it.

Oh, so you're not the boss then?

No, not me, no.

If I was running this, I'd be finished
by now.

Well, that would be a shame.

So, packed his stuff, chucked him out.

That wasn't the end of it, though,
because he'd left all these bills

found them.

He'd stuffed them away, hidden them like
a squirrel. There was council tax,

electricity, some of them going back
months.

I said, what's all this?

He said, I just panic.

I said, what do you mean you just panic?

He said, it's me dyslexia. Oh, God,
that's just a bloody excuse, isn't it?

That's what I said.

You know, there's no such thing as
dyslexia. Oh, my...

Exactly what I said. I've been saying
that to him for years. It's just a

you know. It's like this billion -dollar
industry.

Oh, my God, you are like a voice in the
wilderness. This is too good to be true.

Come on, tell me, is there a Mrs Clive?
Eh?

Because there is, isn't there? Yeah,
yeah, Marie.

Been married 24 years.

Two boys, Saul and George.

Old -fashioned names?

Yeah.

And... How are you? You and Marie?

Yeah, we're okay.

I'm both a bit knackered, but... I'm in
the bad books.

I've been for a very long time.

Why?

Go easy. It cost me a dog.

I just made a mistake, you know.

So we went on holiday to Scarborough, to
this caravan park.

And there was this woman, because they
had this restaurant. Well, it was like a

cafe thing, and she worked there.

Patricia. Patricia.

Yeah, listen, it's just been a long time
since anyone's fancied me, and

Patricia, she was like, she was looking,
you know, and I kind of... Well, to be

fair, I was puzzled. Get to the point.
Well, I slept with her.

Just one night they had this barbecue
and... ..Merry found

out and kaboom, you know, that was it.

Never forgiven to this day. And I mean
never, ever forgiven.

I mean never.

And I've paid the price for that. To
this sudden day, I have.

How did you find out?

Well, I told her.

What did you do that for?

I've let me let her now, haven't I?

So you won't tell her next time?

No.

There's a little Italian, Barlamore
Road.

Friday night, they do two courses for 15
quid.

Fancy it?

Help Stuart, I said hello.

Oh, you don't mind, do you?

No, girlfriend.

Yeah, it's my girlfriend.

She's going to need you.

She's very excited.

Thank you.

Oh, okay, give me a song.

You're not allowed to take pics.

Buy her something.

Thank you very much.

You gave me ten pounds, you know, for
you. Oh, that's so nice of you. Thank

Yeah, nice dining.

You didn't stand me up.

That's a good sign.

You look smart.

I was going to make a bit more of an
effort, but Christine phoned just as I

in, and I said, not now, Christine, but
she wouldn't stop. Right, because I

wanted to say, I think I should make it
clear that there's not going to be any

sex. Who said there was? No, there's
not. Let me sit down.

I just think I should explain.

Because with Patricia, that was the
woman in the caravan. Yeah, yeah, I know

she is. Yeah, well, I didn't sleep with
her.

OK. I mean, there was a moment.

I mean, she was looking all the time.

Marie noticed. She said, look, she's
looking.

And there was this big barbecue thing,
but nothing happened.

And what do you want, eh? A medal? Just
think you should know, that's all.

Then why did you say you did?

Because it would make her cross.

Who? Marie. Your wife? Yeah.

Hang on.

You didn't just tell me you slept with
Patricia. You told your wife you slept

with Patricia when you didn't. Yeah.

You made it all up.

You lied to your wife. For how long?
What?

Yeah, almost six years.

She's been punishing you for six years
for nothing.

Does she know now? Have you told her?
Does she know the truth?

No.

Jesus Christ, Clive. I mean, Jesus
Christ. Why did you lie in the first

Because... I thought it would make me
look, um...

What?

Well, I will say, it was the most
interesting thing about you.

Don't say anything.

Don't make a fuss.

Don't do that to me.

So what happened?

Just... nothing much.

Stuart's really boring since he got that
job.

And Brodie's got work tomorrow, so...
Where are the boys?

Out.

Still... Friday night.

I was thinking, the boys.

You said we'd wait till they were old
enough and then split up, but it's not

going to work, is it?

We can't afford it, Clive.

Either I leave or you leave.

I can't afford a flat, can you?

I'm trying to get more work, aren't I?

I'm not having a go.

Then what?

Well, it could be years till the boys
leave home.

Soul's showing no sign, and even if
George goes to university, they go, and

they come back. That's what happens
these days.

So?

So I'm saying that we stay like this,
living here. It's not so bad.

Well, I don't think it's bad at all.

Well, it is, if you don't mind my saying
so.

But if we accept it, and all right, yes,
OK, I will stop having a go at you,

then we'd be OK.

We could stop pretending.

Hello?

Stop this.

Oh, OK.

It's about time.

Is it?

I don't need it, I'm fine.

And I know men like to have their little
bit of fun. God knows you'll approve of

that.

But you could finish yourself off. You
do it anyway.

If you're 20 minutes in the bathroom,
the boys say you're having a wank.

Well, aren't you?

Marie.

I just think it would help if we stopped
planning for things that are never

going to happen.

Cos I dream of it, Clive.

Little flat all on my own.

Tiny little garden.

Window in the sunlight so Mum can come
and sit with me.

Never going to happen, is it?

So what, we just stay like this forever,
do we?

You in tonight?

Fox it back to you.

All right, I'm just...

How's your project?

What project?

American civil rights. What grade did
you get?

I don't know. Well, you do know. Come
on, what grade did you get?

A B.

Well, can't you work a bit harder?

What did you get in school, then? No, go
on.

What grade did you get?

All right.

So tell me about it.

About what?

American civil rights.

Good. Yeah, come on, educate me.

What for?

That's all I know. But what for?

Because your mum thinks we should talk
more, but she doesn't see it.

Sorry, I know. I've locked myself out.

I was just putting something in the bin
and then click.

Go on, give us your key then.

You said you had a spare key. You might
as well give it to me, mate.

What's your alarm code?

Er, OK.

1502.

1502. Remember, George, 1502. God, he's
got a nice life next door, hasn't he?

Swanning around all hours.

What have you done now?

His key.

Like when his alarm went off last time
he was on holiday. Now we won't have to

put up with it.

What was it?

1502. 1502.

That's his alarm.

No, stop crying. It's not even a thing
yet.

I've never felt safer. I've never felt
more secure.

What are you doing in this house?

George.

Hey, answer me. What are you doing in
here?

I said there was someone in this house.
I said so.

He's been using the key. What do you
mean? Did you know he was here? Did I

I knew there was someone in this house.
He's been drinking my wine. The level in

the wine is down. What are you talking
about?

What's wine got to do with it?

George.

George, don't touch him.

He's in my house. You fucking dare.

He's in my house. I gave you my key,
which he's got a dollar.

You say you're the man of your day,
drinking wine every single day. God

what else, because you're a son. I'm
drinking wine with you.

What?

George?

George!

Don't kill him.

Tell me, what were you doing in that
man's house?

What were you doing in his house? Did he
invite you in? What's that supposed to

mean? Did he invite you?

Yeah.

Your boyfriend wants you. Don't be so
stupid. No, I'm always the stupid one,

aren't I?

Open the door!

Open the door!

You couldn't leave him alone, eh? OK,
I'll leave it out of control. We can

it out.

I just want to see George. I just want
to talk to him like adults, okay? And I

want my key, because you were in charge
of it, Clive, and I want it back.

Sorry, all right.

George! Don't you dare!

Get here!

Hey! George!

Get back here!

Hey!

You'll have to come back in the end.

He needs the bollocking because, you
know, I mean, we all make mistakes, but

had crossed a line there.

What was he doing in your house?

What was my boy doing in your house for
days and days?

He's 16 years old!

OK, see you later. Bye.

Your son, George. Your son, George,
stole my key and waited till I left.

Because if I knew he was there, why the
fuck would I walk up to my front door

with you?

No, no, no, no, no, wait. So, he was
breaking and entering.

He stole things. He masturbated in front
of my television. And these are all on

the list of things I am telling the
police, including your assault of me.

because if you're going to take on this
fucking poof

don't you

don't you say that don't you

ever

Judy, tell Saul to pack his stuff up and
get out.

You will not believe what his father has
just done.

You're a beautiful lad, Saul, but I'm
afraid you've got to go. And if you want

to know why, then you're mad old Dad.

No, you need to come home. They said Dad
went crazy. Like, George was in next

door's house.

He broke in and he was stark naked.

Push around, what's the problem?

So where's George now? I don't know, do
I? I'm still here.

He actually attacked you?

Yes.

That is assault.

And you have to go.

Don't even have my car.

Left it in town. I'm stuck here. Can you
come and drive me in?

I'm coming.

Somebody tell me.

He's going to call the police because
you assaulted him, Clive. Him and snotty

bitch Stephanie. They're going to call
the police.

You should have a vodka in there.

I've got to take the car home.

And I'm trying to stay alert. I have a
thief living next door and a thug.

Really? You should call the police,
though.

Really, really. I know, I know, but,
like, I'm thinking of me. I mean, what

he got into the court? I'm a gay man
with a 16 -year -old boy in my house.

would that look like? He broke in.

Yeah, but look at the reaction of his
dad, huh?

Anything to do with George, you know?

Then I'm a groomer and a pedo and I'm...

Pervert. If that gets online, there's
five million straight men waiting to

attack me.

Plenty of straight women.

What makes you say that?

The world.

And you know who would love this story?
The licensing unit. The council would

leap on it and this place would be in
trouble.

If I go to the police, it will only get
worse.

To be fair, it's a little George.

He did just want a safe place to wank.
Because men will do it anywhere. I've

been studying this for years. It's my
specialist subject. And I've got to tell

you, girls, men will do it everywhere,
all day long, you name it. They have

spunked on it. Cinema seats, theatres,
graveyards, cars, every single car.

They've whacked up into every single
seat.

I used to carry a handkerchief to wipe
down seats on the bus. I'm now

considering a beekeeper's outfit.

Airplane. In the seat, the dirty dog.

The toilet cup.

That's what turbulence is.

I am telling you, they have been
fiddling away all through history.

You ask for Edmund Hillary, if he tugged
off on the top of Everest, and he would

say, yes.

Because it was there.

Christopher Columbus, he discovered
America so he could find a new place and

whack it out.

Neil Armstrong, what was that? And then
he varnished the moon.

I'm telling you, two basic rules.

One, never sit down. And two, don't go
barefoot. Because we are standing on a

carpet of globes. And if we could see
life through UV glasses, the whole

world... Would look like a melted can.

Well, fair do to George. He was
maintaining a fine tradition.

To George. To George.

Round the summies.

Hiding like a chicken?

You're supposed to be the clever one.
But if Leo presses charges and you get a

criminal record, you won't get into
university.

That's not true, actually.

Sherry from down the road, she got
caught shoplifting and now she's doing

economics.

Which is funny, if you think about it.
Thank you. Now button it.

You will go and apologise.

You'll apologise in person and I want
you to write him a letter. Oh, God.

you dare!

You'll write a formal apology.

Plus you can add up how much you own
with all the wine and stuff, then double

and pay him back and then... Then

you

can tell us why you did it.

I mean, I'm not stupid.

I get it, OK?

When I was a kid, I had a key to my
nan's and I would bunk off.

and sit in her flat when she was out on
Thursday afternoons. And I did that for

five years and no -one knew a thing, but
that was family. He's the man next

door.

Did he ask you that?

He gave us his key, didn't he? It's an
open door. And you're too young to know

when you're being, like, seduced. It's
stupid.

It's a good point.

Cos Leo's a bit out there.

It's a bit obvious.

And if he does call the police, it would
be a good line to take in court.

He's a homosexual man choosing to live
ten feet away from two healthy lads.

Two healthy... sexy lads, let's say it.

He looks at me sometimes.

Does he?

Catch him, now and then.

Eyeing me up.

He can't help himself.

Well, that could be useful. God, you're
all just idiots!

Do you know why I went there?

Get away from you lot!

Get away from the house! Get away from
you!

I tell you what, darling, you'd better
get your locks changed. Mike Wise, just

in case.

That's a hassle.

Oh God, I've got the key saved. Phew,
I'll have to change everything.

If you and I, you make me...

Do you think he went through your thing,
little Georgie Porgie? What, like my

pad? Mm, I would. Oh, good.

Why,

what would he find?

Boss, I was thinking, did you check your
computer?

No, it's good. It's locked. It's got a
password.

Although if I leave the email open, it
stays unlocked.

Tell you one thing bothering me.

That night you were texting George.

So? I was being kind.

Yeah, I know, but if his mum and dad
demand to know everything, then George

shows it to them.

But I said nice things.

Oh, God, I left a voice note.

George, I swear, if you tell your
girlfriends about this, they will tell

that every single stupid boy does this
and you'll laugh about it.

Because there's such a big world out
there and you can have boyfriends or

girlfriends or...

Wild and crazy hot sex you want night
after night.

Because I promise you, George, there's a
great big gay life just waiting for

you.

So if I delete it, will it delete on
George's turn?

Yes. I'm getting rid of it.

I sent you that password generator. It's
free and it's brilliant. Thanks, Mikey.

Oh, well, you weren't so helpful this
afternoon, were you? I was pointing out

the obvious.

What? You posted Saul's wonderful video
on the group chat.

Oh, yeah.

What's all the other fun?

He gets it all out online.

Saul bears all.

It's ten out of ten.

And I mean ten.

It's not private. It's a business.

And he chooses to promote his son. It's
not even up for debate.

He's your neighbour's son. He's 25.

He's only 25.

He sells it. He wants us to see.

Is that on your phone?

It's on everyone's. Well, then you
should delete it. If I end up taking

Goss to court, the behaviour of his son
could be very good evidence.

Leo, just don't have it anywhere.

Well, it's not like I fancy him or
anything.

Or that much.

Oh, God.

I'll delete it. I'll delete it.

This is what they do.

They make a link between gay men and
children, and that link is ineradicable.

cannot be removed.

And they know that, the bastards.

So they repeat it. They shout it over
and over and louder and louder. That's

nice. Thanks, bye. What do we do to
deserve that?

What do you mean? Your message on the
group chat.

Guilty as charged.

That's on my TV, Mrs. Struthers.

What? What just happened?

He just called us all perverts. I didn't
do that. Look.

Why would I do that?

Look, look, there's the time. That's
now.

Twelve minutes past. Right now. And you
saw me. I was sitting here. I didn't

send it. You must have been on dictation
and spread it by mistake.

You did say perverts out loud.

But it's not that.

I've got this couple in love with you,
Blake and Robbie. They've just adopted

three children.

They've never been able to do that back
in the day. So things are better.

me Phyllis.

Okay, it's been a long day.

Good luck, Troop.

Keep flying the flag.

Seriously, though, be careful. I want
now.

You're fine.

Texting a teenager.

Oi, I didn't do anything wrong.

There's nothing like that on my phone,
Leo.

Sometimes I think you lot are so full of
all your freedom.

Just y 'all are.