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Oh, my God!

Get out of my house.

Cole! Cole!

I'm not standing for this. I'm calling the police and I'm doing it right now.

Police.

My name is Leo Stothers. I live at 5 Calico Road and there is a man in my

Why don't you tell them you've been taken out of my son?

Sorry, it's my neighbor. I made a mistake. I gave him a key.

His name is Clive Goss, 7 Calico Road. Is this being recorded?

No, no, it is my neighbor, Clive Goss, 7 Calico Road.

Sorry for wasting your time.

He's 16 years old. Did he show you that? It's on your computer.

So he doesn't know. He doesn't know that you've seen it because you could fuck

up his whole life.

And you'd like to fuck him up? No, I would not. No.

So do you want me to call out your wife and Saul? Do you want me to call them

out here and see what you're doing? Because the police have got your name

address. You do so much as touch me. All the wild and crazy hot sex you want

night after night.

That was mistaken. I'm sorry.

Sorry, okay?

I shouldn't have spoken to him.

To try to help, but I was wrong.

Okay, let me explain, okay?

Let me tell you what happened. Have you fucked him? No!

No, I have not.

Want one?

It was just a mistake.

Because we were both on the apps, you know, the apps, I mean.

And he's too young to be there.

He shouldn't do that.

But then he messaged me. No, don't do that!

You're texting him about wanking and cumming and anal sex. Now, what have you

done to him? OK, OK, Clive, I'm sorry, OK? Please, don't.

I talked to your son about sex.

Because you can't talk to his dad, can he?

Can he ask you? No.

If he needs to pour out his heart to his father, then... You failed him, Kyle.

You failed him.

How did you get his number?

It's on the Calico Road group chat.

Have you ever touched...

My son. You touched Lucy Clark. What's she got to do with it? Oh, she's 16. She

lives five doors down. Have you fucked her? Don't be disgusting.

Well, then, you have both my sons being dirty on your computer.

Here, look.

Look. Wait. Hang on.

Hang on. Look.

Look. This is for you, girl. There.

Do you like that, do you? We all saw that at work and we were laughing

that is how your son makes his money. He wanks off and gets paid for it. Next

door. In your house. Nothing to do with me.

And then he posts it online.

Maybe we should show the Calico Road group chat that.

Because it's going to bring the house prices down.

Or not, maybe. You think it's funny? Yeah. I'm laughing my fucking head off,

Clive. Now step away and sit down.

Step away from me.

Don't do that to yourself, Clive.

Never mind me.

Why are you not rich?

What? Electricians, you make a fortune.

I ask you to fix my wiring, you're free the next day. You should be booked up

for months. What's wrong with you?

It's a case, it's a legal thing. I didn't do anything wrong, all right?

Oh, God, did you burn someone's house down?

Like you know. What, I know not to burn someone's house down? No, it's not that.

Lawyers.

Do you know why I didn't tell the police? Yeah, because you're guilty.

Let me tell you a story about my staff. Yeah, it's like it creeps through the

walls.

You and your thoughts and... I sleep ten feet away and I infect George.

Yeah. You sleep two feet away. Why don't you infect him? Why isn't he stupid and

straight like you? Because I don't stand a chance, do I?

You lot.

On the telly every night, aren't you?

You're watching something, and two minutes later, it's Menketh, and it can

anything. It can be, like, Dickens or policemen, and you're all at it, and you

go online, and every other face is a man in lipstick because you are making it

normal for children!

I mean, you look at George, eh? I mean, you... You have got him.

And he was never...

He was born, George.

It went wrong.

He had an infection. An infection of the vaginal tract. You don't like words

like that, do you?

So what happened?

You know, we should be rich. We could have sued the NHS for a fortune, but...

He was sick, George.

For days and...

People were so sorry, you know, they kept saying, good luck, fingers crossed,

you know, thinking of you. And I was so... embarrassed.

Embarrassed?

You were embarrassed?

Yeah.

You mean you were scared?

I was ashamed.

Why?

Because he was weak.

He was a baby.

He was mine.

And he got it wrong.

I was gonna tell you a story.

In my bar we get... Drifters.

Young people. Yeah, I bet you do.

They come to Manchester, they escape from wherever they've come from, and

they're a bit lost.

They don't have any money, and their first job is behind the bar. Yeah, and

lure them in. So they come and work for me.

And all right, they're kids.

Yeah, exactly.

18, 19, and a bit hopeless.

And some of them are lazy and drunk and stupid.

Sometimes they work for a week and I never see them again, but... Sometimes

they're brilliant and funny and they work really, really hard. And then

the lockdown... Oh, Jesus, you don't believe that shit, do you?

They literally said it was a lie. They proved it. True or not, it happened.

And during that time...

Three of them killed themselves.

Three of those kids.

And there were three boys who killed themselves.

Oh, good riddance.

Three of those daft boys took their own lives in their tiny little

bedsits or their god -awful little flats. They shoved down pills and

of this world because...

They had nothing.

They had no family. Do you get that? They were queer little kids who thought

they could never go home. And so they sat on their own and they died.

One of them left a note that said, I'm sorry I was so rubbish.

Do you want that to be George?

They'd never do that.

He's weak.

Those boys, that's... I think that's why I tried to help.

But I will never speak to George again, I promise. But that's not even the

problem. The problem is you know he's gay and that is the wrong way round. He

should tell you. It's his life, it's his choice, it's his decision. He lives

under my roof.

He's not a dog. Would you listen to me?

We have stolen that from him, both of us. Me from being stupid and you from

breaking into my house.

Broke into my house.

You broke into my bloody house.

But we've robbed him.

And if his life goes wrong at 16, then maybe he gets on a train,

moves to London.

Gets a tiny little room, works fine and bad, and he ends up leaving a note

saying, I'm sorry, I was rubbish. Is that what you want?

Can he grow up a bit?

You know, is it like, um... Is it just a phase?

Maybe.

Oh, bollocks, no, sorry. I've never met a phase in my life. He's gay and... bent

and homosexual for his entire life. And frankly, you should put out the bunting,

because I'll tell you what, when you are old and dribbling, Prive Gorse, and you

need someone to wipe your arse, it'll be your gay son who does it. Saul will be

too busy fighting about paternity with his third slapper of a wife.

Aren't you... You have got some nerve, haven't you?

Yeah, because that's gay too.

We sh... Shine and burn.

Mate. Well, it can be a phase. I know that for a fact, cos look at your

He lived here, and God knows we heard you through that wall.

You want to know where George gets his ideas from? Well, it's you.

Cos it was very, very clear which one of you was the lady.

We all heard you, Leo, eh?

Whinnying like a bitch. We'd sit in that house and we would cringe for you. And

then what happens?

Your beloved Curtis, he finds a real woman and he runs off with her. Isn't

right? Eh?

So a gay man can turn back.

Okay, no.

Well, technically, it's possible. Yeah, it's possible for

George, yes. Yeah, well,

you proved it. You went, so just leave him alone.

Because if you confront him, you might push him the wrong way. Or the right

Oh, Jesus.

Clive, I don't know. Just don't say anything.

And you've not touched him?

No!

Hey, you think they heard that through the wall, huh?

Because the funny thing is, Clive, I've never heard you and Marie fucking.

What's that?

Don't be a scum.

No, why is that?

You know you're upset.

Not a peep. You want to tell me why that is? I don't know.

Maybe you're getting it elsewhere.

Don't say anything to George.

I'm asking you seriously.

Don't force him out.

Just be nice to him.

Good. You all right?

Yeah.

Is George home?

In his room.

It's me.

You're dead to Mr. Struthers. I'll pay that for you, but you just don't talk to

him again. All right? Have you got that?

Okay.

And, uh...

Stay off that

thing.

Where did you get to?

I just went out.

You want a word with him? That story was playing music so loud.

What are you doing that for?

Been a while.

I don't give a fuck about stupid little George.

It's the council.

They get a complaint about me and child porn, there goes my licence.

I'd have to close the bar.

Oh, don't be so stupid.

He was in your house.

Go back to the police.

It's not child porn.

George is 16 anyway.

Oh, well, that's a relief. Thanks, Carly. Old enough to bum.

But you have taken away his agency.

Someone as old as you should never be giving advice to someone my age.

Yeah, Connie, here's another piece of advice.

Fuck off.

You asked for that.

You can't stay in that house, Leo. You've got to move.

It's going to calm down.

I listened out last night. No shouting, nothing.

I just need to change my looks and then I'm done.

I went 14 years barely saying a word to him. I can do the same again.

Morning, girl. You all right?

Ah.

Bollocks. I mean, he was going to finish a job half done.

Five goss, the big bad boss, left it in a right mess.

How much is it going to cost me? At least if you're worried, you should go

the police. He attacked you. That's assault. Pick up the phone and report

It wasn't quite assault.

Oh.

OK, I need to see what every other venue in Greater Manchester is charging. Will

you make a left? Yes, boss.

It was more like he grabbed me and we kind of jostled a bit.

Seriously, though.

Listen to me.

He invaded your home.

It's like those men who steal knickers off the line. It's not a small crime.

should always report them because that's an actual fact in policing.

Once a man crosses that line, he can escalate. I think we're worrying about

wrong person.

OK, George, it's awkward, that man, night and day.

What were their names again, the three boys during lockdown? There was little

Jimmy, Hassan, and who was the third one?

Peter Bezos.

Peter Patos.

And that's just the three we know about?

Funny to think they saved my life last night.

Oh, my God.

He's here.

What?

Oh, shit.

Right. You okay?

No.

Because you're here.

They turned up, so I let them in.

Is that okay?

I just want to finish this job.

Like I will with you.

In private.

Definitely the right thing.

Oh, brought your buddy guy with you.

I'll knock you flat out, mate.

Listen, you don't want me here and I don't want to be here.

All right, so I'll get this job done end of the day and I'll be gone, all right?

Ah, you need my money, don't you? Yeah, and you need that fixed.

Did we take cash? We did. I've changed my mind.

Invoice me.

Because I don't like people who dodge their tack.

But I've still got the job.

Yes.

But I have to ask, is everything all right with George? Did you say anything?

No, no, no, no, you do not talk about my...

Right, no word to Saul.

We forget about it and we move on, all right? We done? No, we're not. I have to

say something.

Curtis is 58 years old. My husband, my ex is 58.

I met him when he was 44. He is a grown man because that is who I go out with,

not children. If I have to live next door to you, I am scared.

If that's what you think of me, I am so scared.

Proud of yourself? No, it's OK.

Look, I can't change your mind, but I'm asking you, look at where you get this

stuff from and why you believe it.

You'll believe anything online. You'll believe a shock jock, you'll believe

YouTube, but I live next door to you and you've known me for 14 years. Why don't

you believe me?

I'll pay you cash.

Am I missing something there with my dad?

Because when he kicked off yesterday, did anyone tell him about my OnlyFans?

Not in a million years. Why?

Did he say something?

No, it's weird.

Got a new subscriber last night, yeah.

And the name says Clive Goss.

Just use your own username.

You don't use your real name.

No one does.

He'd have to pick Clive Goss on purpose.

It can't be him. Then why did he say it?

It's a fetish.

Someone you know isn't father and son.

Oh, Christ.

Barely paying.

Whack it out.

You'd love that. Do you?

What are you doing tomorrow afternoon? You in to put it?

I like the name.

Watched the match at my house because I got this deal with that sportswear. Do

you know 20 Cent?

They send crates of beer, I get the lads round, we all just wear 20 Cent t

-shirts, make a bit of content, we have a good laugh, we get pissed for free,

basically.

Do you want to come?

You?

Drunk? In a tight t -shirt?

Works for me.

Your mates might not like it, though.

Hey.

Oh, sorry.

Did it again.

Me and my big mouth.

Me and my big everything.

All right, Daddy, don't report me to the boss.

For fuck's sake, Dad, lighten up.

Sophie.

You think you're going?

Hey, you're grounded. We told you you're grounded, George.

Here you are.

800 pounds.

In cash.

Thank you very much.

You're going to have to refit the wiring in 2027 because Amendment 4 says so.

To harmonise with European levels.

We never really did leave Europe, did we? That was all just another lie.

Yeah, it's not my problem.

I'm done.

Hey.

Take it home and unload everything, otherwise the van gets robbed.

And I mean everything.

Where are you going?

For a drink.

Andy?

Yeah, I know.

Yeah.

Hi then, George.

Hello. Yeah.

Great. Okay.

So, what are you thinking?

Where do you want to go?

I'm not being funny, but do you think I'd pay for some pubs? Yeah. I'm not a

kid. Okay.

But I'm buying.

Okay. I don't want to go to Canal Street.

Not with my brother and my dad and the man next door.

And anyway, not being rude, but it's up there, isn't it?

It's all of my own.

Okay, yeah.

How about Northern Quarter?

Yeah, that's good.

Great.

I'm not swapping.

It could be trouble you make, son.

I thought

you were done. What are you doing here?

If this is my son's life, then let me see it. Clyde, don't make any trouble.

You told me to learn, so here I am.

I reckon this is the one bar around here that people will leave me alone in.

Okay, exclusion zone. I get it.

Right.

What's she doing here?

Hey, darling, you're going to break.

What can I get you?

Hi.

Hi.

My dad's all right.

I mean, I don't think he's happy, but he doesn't go on about it.

Just keep saying he, and then he's like, sorry, sorry, sorry, all the time.

But a lot of people do that.

That's amazing, though.

You're amazing.

No, I'm not.

I just wake up every day and get on with it.

If I can do it, anyone can.

Because when I heard about Canal Street, I mean, I have been there before.

I never went inside. I just kind of, you know, walked down and then went home.

Because, you know, I'm kind of a bit...

Gay, I suppose.

Or bi, maybe.

Great. Good for you.

Is that all right?

It's brilliant.

I've never said it before.

Well, now you have.

To the well, then. No. Well, then.

I've said it.

Say all you need to do the night out with me.

Don't tell anyone.

No.

No.

Are you ready now, George?

I've said it once, you can say it again.

I think what it was like for me to come out to my parents and tell them that I

was a woman and then I had to tell them that I was a lesbian.

Okay, you're still in nappies compared to me, kid.

Hi, Yuki.

Hi, Beth.

Did you hear Beryl's back in town?

And she's better.

No way.

We're going to go and see her now. She's back in the old flat. Come with us.

Do you want to go?

Yeah.

People dancing just to feel something nice. I don't know.

Maybe the kids ain't alright.

Hi!

Katie!

Maybe the kids ain't alright.

Fuck, Katie.

Where have you been?

Golly, I'm good!

Oh, I'm just never going to see you again.

No, I'm back for good!

And this is George.

George, this is Beryl, otherwise known as Beryl the Herald, otherwise known as

the Travesty.

I am Mother. She is, it's fair.

Come here.

Oh, for fuck's sake, what is that?

Is that Link's Africa?

How much did you put on?

Is it too much?

It's the entire continent, darling. I can smell zebra.

I'm losing it.

Okay, okay, we're good.

Ready?

No, just one more. Oh, we learned.

What happened?

I'm not the only one in school. This is by Winston.

These three girls.

And this is by McCartney.

Are you?

Have you chosen your name yet? Still can't decide.

What do you mean? I'm called Dee, but it's just a placeholder. I've got three

choices.

Annabelle.

No, not Lawrence, just... And Rachel.

So, what do you think?

Well, not up to me.

But for you, Celinda.

It is time!

Right, you three turn around.

Dear, you can look now.

Oh. Your true name is your choice.

Now pick the right one.

Because your name is written on the back of the last person you'd fought.

Oh, surely not.

What did you... Not me. You're a bad name.

I am sorry, George.

Sorry.

Reveal the name.

Oh my God.

My name's Laura.

I need to go.

Okay, just go.

Hi,

sir. Is it really you, sir? Guys, get here quickly. I need help.

Straight away.

Fucking freak.

When you get home, go straight to the bathroom.

We just need a little more than water.

Okay. Find your mum's make -up remover, just rub it in and wipe it off.

You're amazing.

Right, get home to bed.

And as soon as you get in, wipe it off.

If you want to say thank you, I can get you a cab.

I've got one coming.

I can put it on account.

I'm not poor.

Well, you're great, thanks.

So she's a teacher.

And where is she?

She, yeah, when she's in drag, she calls herself Regime. And when he's out of

drag, it's Martin. And yes, he is a teacher, an English teacher, on supply

Union Street.

They were kids from his class.

I've got her blood on me, you think that's a mistake?

Yeah, definitely.

Well, I mean, I don't know. It's up to Martin. It's none of our business.

But it doesn't matter.

It's not like the old days.

Blood isn't dangerous. That was a long time ago. Yeah, well, you'd know,

wouldn't you?

Yes.

It's HIV positive.

32 years. I'm absolutely fine.

Thank you.

It's not a problem, is it?

It's not real anyway, is it?

HIV.

Billions of dollars spent on nothing.

That's not me saying that.

It's one of the Kennedys.

United States Secretary of Health. Yeah, well, fuck me, he's wrong. Yeah, well,

you would say that, wouldn't you? Yeah, well, I would, because I became positive

in 1994, and I've lived through this. I'm sorry, but you have not.

And you know what pitted me off?

Me.

Because I just said sorry.

All these years, since 1994, I've been apologising to men like you, saying

and thank you and please and oh, I hope you don't mind.

Because that's how we fit in.

Every day, we crush ourselves and beg to be liked.

Our eyes like fucking puppies. Well, you know what? To hell with all that. I am

not sorry.

And I do not thank you. Not for anything.

Not ever. So fuck off!

Go back. Get off my street and go home.

And here.

Take that.

I don't need it. You know what you say? You say thank you, Clive. You say thank

you to me.

Clive, I gave you 20 pounds. You say thank you to me the same way I've been

thanking you and your kind for six decades.

Thank you.

Is this wallet okay?

Where have you been?

Knock, knock.

Drink some of this and you'll feel better in the morning.

Where did you get to?

Earth.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

What's wrong with your hand? Jesus Christ.

The way it gets madder and madder, that family next door. As if gay little

George the Artful fucking Dodger wasn't bad enough and his mad, bad dad. Oh,

guess what?

He's into HIV denial now. And there was a fight last night at the club.

We've got so much to catch up on. Oh, and on top of everything else, they're

having one of their football days next door, so it's going to be a bit noisy.

Maybe we should go out for lunch.

No.

So, what's the surprise?

Have a look.

Oh, my God!

Albertine called. She's on a party for her dad. He fell over. He's in hospital.

Oh, boo.

And all of this is going to waste.

Buffet! The best food in the world.

Baked food. It's all going to spare.

We've got Goonjum.

So, what did you say? There was a fight?

Yeah, last night. And he was there. Clive Goss, Goss the boss.

I'm going to get a drink.

I truly think he is a bad luck charm because this whole trouble kicked off

that one night stand, Eddie.

That was the day I had to go over to Clive's house. When was that?

Do you remember?

Then he installed that bloody... Then he ended up working at mine.

Next thing you know, George takes the key and helps himself.

Then I find Clive in my house.

And he's there when that fight breaks out.

I swear to God, that's the end of it. I didn't know.