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MAN: (SINGING) MTV...

Morning, sunshine.

- (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) -(GRUNTS)

It's Archie.

They found him in a box with a little old Scottish lady.

-Someone's a rat. -(ELEVATOR DINGS)

You and me both have something in common, Jan.

Ask me what it is. Go on.

Ask me.

We both love Harry.

Now, do me a favor.

Never discuss anything about Harry outside the family.

Am | clear with this now?

Good work. You think you can get closer to him?

Was it a mistake? What we did?

MAEVE: We've got everyone exactly where we want them.

When you cut Tommy up, that sent a message.

And we're about to send another.

RICHIE: I'd like you fo take care of this.

I'm gonna watch you.

And I'm gonna listen to only one thing. My gut.

And then, whatever my gut tells me, well, that's the truth.

(GRUNTING)

KEVIN: It's crazy, mate. It's a trap.

It's a nailed-on, copper-bottomed fucking ambush.

The minute we set foot In that church...

-Crematorium. -Whatever. Us and them.

Us and the fucking Stevensons.

It gets better, mate.

Don't forget, he wants us to go to the wake as well.

(SCOFFS) Fucking hell.

-Which Is at his house. -What?

And It's not just you and me, right? It's us, the whole family.

-Right? Jan, Bella. -Amazing.

| know. Clever cunt.

-Fucking hell. -It's great, Innit?

-Well, you want another cuppa? -Yeah, go on, mate.

Thanks.

Hey, what was the name of that screw you mentioned?

Rusby.

-That's It. -Yeah.

-Fucking... -Why? You remember him?

Yeah, | do remember him.

-(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) -(WAILING)

Why'd you bring him up?

| saw him, mate.

-Where? -Um, the other day.

You know, when | went to, um, the old people's home.

| had to get Maria's mum a bed there, right?

As | was leaving, he was sat In the common room.

He was just talking to someone.

| don't know If It's his wife or his sister or what.

-It was definitely him? -Oh, yeah, 100%.

| haven't thought about that cunt in years.

| know, mate. Brought you right back. Fucking hell.

-(PHONE VIBRATING) -Here we go.

-Dad. -CONRAD: Kevin.

| want you and Harry here this morning. Quick as you can.

-Council of war. -KEVIN: All right. We'll be there.

It's Dad. He wants us up at the house, soon as.

All right. Well, that's Jan's Sunday fucked, innit?

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(PHONE VIBRATES)

JAN: (OVER PHONE) Hello, Harry.

Um, hey, babe. I'm, uh, I'm really sorry. I'm, uh...

| have to head up to the Cotswolds now.

So no brunch, then?

Ask him if he knows | have an exam tomorrow.

HARRY: Listen. Uh... something's come up.

Tell him you found my crack pipe.

This Friday, we need to be at this, uh...

There's something we need to be at.

JAN: What?

Tommy Stevenson's funeral.

Are you fucking joking?

-HARRY: | wish | was. -What is it?

Mum?

Harry, why are you...

why are w... I've never even met Tommy.

| couldn't pick Tommy Stevenson out of a fucking lineup.

| know. | know, but, uh, Richie has invited the whole family.

It's a trap.

HARRY: | know it sounds bad, but | think it's safe.

Just trust me.

-Is Bella going? -HARRY: Yes.

Well, as it happens, among my list of options,

I've been considering suicide, so fuck It.

-Okay. -All right. See you later.

What was that about?

Mum?

So, what do | wear to a Stevenson funeral?

(OPENING THEME SONG PLAYING)

A flak jacket?

MAN: (SINGING) It may feel bad

It may feel bad

| wanna see you alone | wanna sharp the stone

| wanna bounce the bone | wanna mess with it

| wanna lay the deville The whole crew on the sill

| want the preacher and pill | wanna bless with it

| wanna head to a mass and get cast in it

That shit's funnier than any A-class, innit?

| wanna talk with the clown who has apologies down

Pay him 300 pound fo take a class In it

| wanna bite the phone | wanna bleed the tone

| wanna see you alone alone, alone-lone

| wanna strait the shark and find me somewhere to park

Like the light when it's dark, it's dark, it's dark, dark

A few stars about make it feel like

Peace in a way, a complimentary round

Constellation got a twist in it

For a GPO and all the hits in it

I'm gon’ hit your business If it's momentary blissness

I'm gon’ hit your business If it's momentary blissness

I'm gon’ hit your business If it's momentary blissness

(SIZZLING)

-Mum. -MAEVE: Darling.

Wotcha, Harry.

Oh, hey.

(KISSES)

-Harry. -HARRY: Morning.

-Hope you're hungry. -That looks spectacular.

(PLATE CLATTERING)

Go on. Sit the fuck down.

-Thank you. -Come on, bruv. Sit down.

-What did Jan say? -She's fucking livid, mate.

Yeah. Bella's not exactly gagging

to go to the funeral of a bloke she never met

-where she might get shot. -Hmm.

Good morning, Brendan.

You're up early. What can | do for you?

Yeah, Dad. | called, uh, Kevin

and, uh, Bella said that everyone's up in the Cotswolds.

A conflab, she said.

-That's correct. -So, uh, what's-what's happening?

CONRAD: We're having a conflab, Brendan.

Why aren't | at the conflab?

Well, that's because you're not invited to the conflab, Brendan.

Eddie, come to the table, please, sweetheart.

Bet Seraphina's there, yeah?

CONRAD: No, Brendan, Seraphina’s not here.

-MAEVE: Who's that? -Three guesses.

-Oh, give it here. -There you go.

Brendan, the Stevensons have invited the Harrigans to Tommy's funeral.

Fucking hell.

Yeah, so we're here, working out a way forward, as It were.

Whoa, whoa, wait. He's invited the family?

-Yes, Brendan. -BRENDAN: What about me?

See you later. Have a lovely day.

-Mum? Mum? Hello? -(LINE DISCONNECTS)

(SIGHS) | do love him. | mean, | do.

But, seriously, what a big donkey's cock.

Fucking cunts, man.

CONRAD: You have to give them credit A very canny move.

So, it would appear that old Richie has thrown us

something of a curveball. (SNIFFLES)

Who wants to start?

It's obvious Richie wants us all in the same place so he can mop us up.

MAEVE: Oh, come on, Kev.

Don't you want to look Richie in the eye and tell him

how sorry you are for his loss?

| say we go.

I've always liked a good funeral. Free food and drink.

And I'd quite like to see Vron's curtains.

Hmm. Harry? What does your gut say?

| think It's genius.

It's not a word one would normally associate with Richie,

but... the fact is, we're damned if we go

and we're damned if we don't.

| don't believe Richie wants a war. It's bad for business.

And If he did, | mean,

he could have started by killing me at Moody's, right?

| know that would... That would count as an eye for an eye.

But you're not a Harrigan, so It's not an eye for an eye.

That's an eye for a toe.

(SIGHS) Eddie, please shut the fuck up.

You're the reason that we're in this mess.

lt Is true.

Eddie. Go on, Harry.

Nothing Is likely to happen

at the crematorium or the wake, all right?

As the police and press will be monitoring who comes and goes.

Richie will know that. It's too public.

The fact that it's all such a public display

suggests to me that this Is set for theatrics rather than a massacre.

It's more of a show of power.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

He wants you to know he knows something.

And he wants to humiliate you.

But this is Richie, you know?

And this is an angry, vengeful, bereaved Richie,

so, frankly, anything Is possible.

And If we go, we'd be walking unarmed into enemy territory.

This will make us feel very fucking uncomfortable and vulnerable.

So, if we go, we need to make an agreement.

Like... | don't know. Let's not drink 14 glasses of champagne

and forget where we are.

-Mum. -Killjoy, Kev.

It's Eddie, actually.

Right?

And then it'll be crucial that we have some hardware in Richie's house,

-should it go south, for insurance. -How do we get the guns inside?

I'm not worried about that. I've got a way In.

So, if we agree and that's what you want,

then | say we gratefully accept the invitation.

Or we don't play any of this and pull the pin.

(DOG BARKING, PANTING)

(DOG WHIMPERING, PANTING)

(DOG GROWLING)

(TENSE, DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

SERAPHINA: It's actually Parisian.

-It's mid-19th century. -Hmm.

If you look at the prong work, it's sloppy.

And the table cut is off-center.

Make a note. Price it 10% below market.

-(KNOCK ON DOOR) -Sure. Will do.

(CLEARS THROAT)

-Excuse me. -Of course.

-BRENDAN: Seraphina. -Brendan.

Yeah, oh, |, yeah wondered if you had an hour for a spot of lunch.

Your sandwich bar?

Tempting as it is, Brendan, | packed my own sandwich today.

I-l need an hour of your time.

And |... | guarantee you, it will be worth It.

One hour.

CONRAD: There you go now.

Fucking hell, Conrad. We won't get half of this in there.

Yes. Thank you.

Right now, let me know what happens, when it happens.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(DOG BARKING)

Do you think this is a good idea?

-If you ask me, he's just... -Yeah?

You see, the thing Is, Eddie, nobody asked you. En?

Oh.

Say what you like, but | agree with Eddie.

Trying to smuggle guns inside IS a very perilous strategy.

However, If it works...

We'll see. -(CONRAD CLICKS TONGUE)

Come on, dogs.

-(CORK POPS) -(CHEERING)

BRENDAN: Oh, Connor.

CONNOR: The wine list, sir. BRENDAN: Thank you.

Let's have a look. Um...

Oh, yeah, we'll have the, um, we'll have the Chateau Lafite '89.

-Excellent choice, sir. -Thanks, Connor.

Why am | here, Brendan?

Well...

-Is this your proposal? -Take a look.

-Takes your breath away, doesn't it? -SERAPHINA: From Mozambique.

-Full marks. -Where did you get it?

Let's just say | have a contact,

and my contact has a contact in Antwerp.

And my contact's contact happens to have 20 more uncut stones

between two and eight carats.

Wow. It's exciting.

If this was anybody but you, I'd be excited.

Oh, jokes... Connor.

CONNOR: The Chateau Lafite '89, sir.

Oh, that looks lovely, yeah. Pour it well.

(POURING)

Love that sound. (IMITATES POUR)

(SNIFFING)

(SLURPS)

(SWISHES)

(CLICKS TONGUE) Mmm.

It's, um... It's... it's unimprovable.

CONNOR: Thank you, sir. BRENDAN: Love the label.

(WINE POURING)

(STONE SPLASHES)

(ATMOSPHERIC MUSIC PLAYING)

-(STONE SPLASHES) - (WATER SLOSHING)

(HEAVY DOOR CLOSES)

Fuck off.

(SPLASHES)

(TENSE ATMOSPHERIC MUSIC CONTINUES)

-(GRUNTS) -(SPLASHES)

How's your arse, little bitch?

-(GRUNTING) -(SPLASHING)

(PANTING)

(QUIET, EMOTIONAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(SNIFFLING)

BRENDAN: We've been insulted. Left out in the cold.

Enough's enough. It's time we show those smug fuckers,

and yes, I'm including our father In this,

that we can deliver.

So, for fun, I'm gonna have to ask

how your contact has Mozambican rubies to sell,

because Gemfields has the monopoly.

Whoever your contact Is shouldn't have these stones.

-Technicalities. -Which you know nothing about.

| have a buyer.

Is It some bloke you met in a tent?

In Dubai, yeah. A Russian.

Very sorry, Brendan. I'm not getting wet.

No, | regret that remark.

Can we just draw a line under that whole sorry affair?

Look, I'll be frank.

You know, I'm not in a position to finance this deal.

That's-that's why I've come to you.

We have a product, we have a seller, we have a buyer.

It's a wallet in the street. We just have to pick It up.

A whole new revenue stream. Millions.

Signed, sealed and delivered to Dad.

By you and me, together.

Not outcasts, the fucking NF.

The golden children. Champions...

| want 75% of the commission.

-Fuck off. (CHUCKLES) -You said It yourself.

It's my field, it's my alley.

-Fifty. -Seventy-five.

You're my half-sister. You get half.

You're my quarter-brother. (SCOFFS)

(DOOR SHUTS)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(BEEPS)

(BEEPS)

Can | get a sparkling water, please?

-Sure. -HARRY: Thank you. (SNIFFLES)

-What's in the bag, H? -We'll get to that.

I'm here, Freddie, for two reasons, okay?

Number one is | heard on the grapevine that you're not very happy

-with the Stevensons. -(SCOFFS)

Is that right?

It's what | heard.

Do you really think I'd roll over on Richie?

Are you that high, you cunt?

No, that's not what I'm saying.

Take It easy, H.

Do you honestly think that | would bring you here,

to a pub, broad daylight, and shoot you?

-What's in your fucking pocket? -Well, that's reason number two.

Um...

That Is your phone. You lost that, Christmas.

-Do you remember losing that? -Where'd you get it?

Never you mind where | got It, but | have got It,

and | cracked your code, really complex one.

-One, two, three, four, five, six. -(PHONE CLICKS)

That there, that's the Dumont Hotel, innit?

That's a view from one of the suites.

That is a photograph of a minibar,

although | don't know why anyone would take a photograph of a minibar.

There you go. Three lines of bugle.

And that is you.

And she...

she is VVron Stevenson.

(CHUCKLES)

Naughty.

Before you, like, try some Hail Mary grab for your phone,

you can just have It, ‘cause | don't need it.

(PHONE CLICKS)

-What do you want, H? -| need insurance.

Now, we get back to your original question,

what's in my bag?

In my bag, yeah, | got two Glocks, couple hand grenades,

and 50,000 in cash for you.

Where's a good hiding place In Richie's house?

No idea, mate.

Well, you're gonna have to think about it, aren't you?

‘Cause | need you to put these guns

somewhere inside Richie and Vron's house.

Somewhere accessible, but where they won't get stumbled upon, you know?

You are thoroughly without options here, mate.

Like | said, you are the weakest link.

I've got you by the balls, son, like Vron, you know, so say It.

Say it with me. Say, "| am the weakest link."

| need to trust you here, Freddie. Say it.

I'm the weakest link.

Good. When you know where you're gonna put them, you let me know.

-Yeah? -(SNIFFLES)

I'd hate to be you.

(QUIET, DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(PHONE VIBRATING)

(PHONE CONTINUES VIBRATING)

(PHONE CLICKS)

JAN: Alice. Hey.

ALICE: (ON PHONE) Can | meet you for a drink tomorrow?

AW.

Tomorrow's not good. I'm at a funeral.

Funeral? I'm sorry to hear that. Were you close?

JAN: Uh, no, not exactly.

Between us, It's...

it's some poor bastard called Tommy nobody except his mum will ever miss.

| don't want to be there. It's Harry's idea.

Mmm, maybe early next week?

-Yeah. Yeah, that'd be nice. -ALICE: All right, babe.

-All right. -ALICE: See you.

JAN: Bye.

ALICE: The Harrigans are going to Tommy Stevenson's funeral tomorrow.

What?

(SOARING, DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

It's been ages since | went to a funeral.

-| like my funerals. -Yes, you said.

You seem to, too. You know, It's the pomp.

-The security. -Right.

Makes me feel like a first lady.

CONRAD: Hmm.

Aren't | giving you Jackie Kennedy Just after the first assassination?

That was the look | was going for.

Mmm.

(CLICKS TONGUE) | don't know. There's something about funerals.

| don't know what it Is. It's something, you know, regal.

They get the juices flowing, don't you find?

Firstly, no, | fucking don't.

Number two, just be nice, now. All right?

And lay off the lady petrol.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

Look, you say, "Take me home," and I'll take you home.

-Take me home. -| was talking to your mother.

Nah, I'm looking forward to this.

If It looks like it's about to Kick off, I'll give you the signal.

You get Jan, go to our security and tell them it's about to go down.

Listen, if Harry says it's safe... l... | trust him.

(SCOFFS)

-But not me. -BELLA: What?

You trust Harry but you don't trust me.

| didn't say | didn't trust you.

| just said | trust Harry.

Is everything all right between you and Harry?

What does that mean?

EDDIE: No, it's just... Are you cool?

We're always cool.

| trust Harry, Kevin. Do you trust him?

EDDIE: Do you, Dad?

Fuck off, Eddie.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(VRON CRYING)

(MOURNFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

Jan, I'm going up front, okay?

(MURMURING)

HARRY: Conrad.

-MAN: Make some space. -Thank you.

Sorry for your troubles, Richie.

-Conrad, thank you. Thanks. -My condolences, Vron.

Sincere condolences, Vron.

-Harry you know. -Richie. Sorry for your loss.

-Thanks, Harry. -Vron, |-I'm Harry.

-I'm sorry for your loss. -CONRAD: Kevin.

Sorry for your loss, Richie.

-Kev. -Sorry for your loss.

Their better halves. Isabella.

-Hi. -And Jan.

-JAN: Sorry for your loss. -Thanks.

CONRAD: And this is Edward.

(CROWS CAWING)

-Hello, Edward. -EDDIE: Hello, Richard.

It's Richie.

IS 11? Well, in that case, call me Eddie.

So sorry for your loss of Tommy.

He was a right laugh.

| don't think we've met.

Fuck off.

What was that?

-What was what? -Going in to kiss Vron.

-| was being friendly. -Don't.

Go on, Eddie.

You do anything like that again, and | will strangle you myself.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

(HENRY PURCELL'S MUSIC FOR THE FUNERAL OF QUEEN MARY PLAYING)

(HEAVY DOOR CLOSES)

(MUSIC FOR THE FUNERAL OF QUEEN MARY CONTINUES)

(PEOPLE CRYING)

(RICHIE AND VRON CRYING)

PRIEST: Please be seated.

(MUSIC ENDS)

(EXHALES SHAKILY)

RICHIE: "Do not let your hearts be troubled.

"If you believe in God,

"also believe in me.

"For God so loved this world

"that he gave us his one and only son.

(SOBBING)

"And those that believe in him

"shall not perish

"but have eternal life.”

He's staring you out.

-Shut it. -He Is.

"My father's house has many rooms."

(WHISPERING) He's mugging you off.

He's making you look like a right cunt In front of everyone.

(QUIETLY) Maeve, shut the fuck up, so help me God.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

RICHIE: "If that were not so,

"would | say that I'm going there to prepare a place for you?

"And If | prepare a place for you,

"I will come back

"and | will take you there with me,

"SO you may also be...

"where | am.”

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

GUARD: Arms out, please.

All right, thank you.

-Arms, please. -(BEEPS)

Right.

(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)

VRON: Oh, | just can't believe he's not here.

CONRAD: So, uh, your wife's okay?

-MAN: Yeah, she's fine. -| heard about that, though.

That was a bit of an upset. Look after yourself, anyway.

-( WOMAN SOBBING) -(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Just smile.

If anyone talks to you, just be polite.

Do you know anyone here?

One or two.

-Keep an eye on them. All right? -Sure.

-Hi, Jan. You all right? Yeah. -Yeah.

-(KISSES) You look lovely. -JAN: Thanks, Kev.

Hi, Jan.

-(KISSES) -Hmm.

-Long time. -It has been.

-How are you keeping? -Good.

Where's Eddie?

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

Hmm. (SPUTTERS)

(GLASS CLATTERS)

(EDDIE SNIFFS LOUDLY)

Fuck off.

Hmm.

(OBJECTS CLATTERING)

(EDDIE BREATHES NERVOUSLY)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

Are you fucking serious?

Nail scissors?

(EDDIE GRUNTS)

Do your nails.

(SCISSORS CLATTER)

Come downstairs and at least pretend to be a man.

Cunt.

(TENSE STRING MUSIC PLAYING)

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(TENSE STRING MUSIC CONTINUES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(TENSE STRING MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

(MENACING STRING MUSIC STING)

Harry.

Go and ask Richie why he's staring at me.

HARRY: He's not staring at you.

Don't tell me when someone IS or Isn't staring at me.

All right, he's staring at you.

CONRAD: Hmm.

| hope you're right about this function, Harry.

Otherwise, you put the entire family In the crosshairs.

It's all under control.

Fair play.

What's she fucking doing?

Vron, | can't tell you how deeply, deeply sorry | am for your loss.

| bet you can't.

What does that mean?

VRON: You know what it means.

| never wanted none of you cunts here.

It was Richie's idea.

Fuck knows why.

| just hope you know where you are.

How In God's name does Conrad fuck that?

WOMAN: God knows.

(VRON SCOFFS)

(PEOPLE GASP)

-Here, mate. -There you go.

Yeah, thanks.

(GLASS CLINKS)

(MURMURING)

(FIZZING)

-MAEVE: Ah, bev, Kev. -Here, Mum.

-The fuck are you doing? -Ah, fuck.

EDDIE: You were In my way.

CHARLIE: Watch where you're going, you little cunt.

Get out my fucking face, cunt.

It's all right, mate. It's all right. Eddie, go home.

RICHIE: No, no, stay.

You've been invited, so stay.

It's all right, Richie. You can go home.

But Richie said | can stay. So...

| don't give a fuck what Richie said, mate.

Well, we can get Eddie a lift.

| mean, Freddie'll do It, if that's all right with you, H.

You're all right. | think we got this. Thank you.

| ain't going with Freddie. I'll get an Uber.

You'll do as you're fucking told.

CONRAD: What's this now, hmm?

HARRY: We were just working out how to get Eddie home.

All right, Eddie. Off you trot.

-I'm taking my son home. -(SIGHS)

Conrad, can we have a word?

Harry. Kevin.

-Olie. -Yeah.

Charlie.

I've been watching the news.

Those Arabs and the Jews, awful.

-Don't you think it's awful? -CONRAD: I'm Irish.

I've had a gutful of that bollocks since | was a kid.

And, to be honest,

| couldn't give a fuck about another man's war.

Was you nervous?

When?

RICHIE: When | asked you to come here.

-If | was, | wouldn't be here now. -RICHIE: What, not even a little bit?

Thinking, like, "What's he up to?"

CONRAD: Not a jot, Richie.

We were extremely honored and very touched.

RICHIE: See, that's odd.

Because, by nature, you're quite a wily old fox, Conrad.

You don't tend to blunder around, risking life and limb.

What's your fucking point, Stevenson?

| Know who done Tommy.

(QUIET, OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

You must think I'm a right mug.

That patsy that you set up and then murdered.

| knew It weren't him.

Now, | don't want a war.

I'm not saying | won't wake up tomorrow feeling completely different,

but right here, now, | don't want vengeance,

‘cause | know what | have, or what | have left.

Now, Conrad...

| hate the bones of you,

every ounce of my soul.

| genuinely wish you and yours nothing but ill.

But | asked you here today to see If you'd come,

and you came.

(OMINOUS MUSIC CONTINUES)

And | respect that.

So there'll be no war.

But If | see that little cunt Eddie Harrigan out anywhere,

In a pub, on a park bench, he's fair game.

But he gets to live.

Unlike my boy,

who's dead.

Now, do we have a deal?

(FISHING REEL SPINS)

CONRAD: Come on.

(GROANS)

-(REELING) -Oh, no.

Come on, you fucker.

(FIRE CRACKLING)

Ooh.

(GROANS)

(CONTINUES GROANS)

Are you all right there, now?

-What happened? -You had a bit too much to drink.

Perhaps it was the nerves.

-Hmm. -Bollocks.

Someone roofied me. Was it you?

Hmm?

Tell me the truth.

Don't go pointing your finger at me like that now, Maeve.

Had nothing to do with me. Nothing at all.

(PHONE CLICKS)

-Ah, look at this beauty. (GROANS) -(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

Jesus, Maeve. That's no way to treat my trout. Really?

That fucking cunt insulted me to my face.

-To my face. -Calm down now.

Just calm down now, Maeve. We'll have a nice cup of tea.

Just...

Fuck you too.

(QUIET, TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(LINE RINGING)

-Paul? -PAUL: Yes, Maeve?

(PEOPLE AIN'T NO GOOD BY NICK CAVE & THE BAD SEEDS PLAYING)

(INHALES)

MAN: (SINGING) People just ain't no good

| think that's well understood

You can see it everywhere you look

People just ain't no good

We were married under cherry trees

Under blossom we made our vows

All the blossoms come sailing down

Through the streets and through the playground

The sun would stream on the sheets...

Babe, I'm going down the shops.

Do you want anything?

Babe?

MAN: (SINGING) We'd buy the Sunday newspapers

And never read a single word

(DOOR UNLOCKS)

(DOOR CREAKS, LOCKS)

People, they ain't no good

People

They ain't no good

People

They ain't no good

(ENGINE STARTS)

Seasons came, seasons went

The winter stripped the blossoms bare

A different tree now lines the streets

Shaking its fists in the air

The winter slammed us like a fist

The windows rattling in the gales

To which she drew the curtains...

English - SDH