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♪ Nowhere to you is anywhere to me ♪

♪ And anywhere away is where I wanna be ♪

♪ I watch the clouds change ♪

♪ The skies are wild with rain ♪

♪ I would leave you here ♪

♪ If only you would stay ♪

♪ I hold onto nothing now ♪

♪ You were everything to me ♪

♪ Anywhere away is where I wanna be ♪

♪ I live on the path between ♪

♪ Somewhere and somebody ♪

♪ Anywhere away is where I wanna be ♪

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♪ The wind, the wind, it blows ♪

♪ It moves us down the road ♪

♪ The land it changes ♪

♪ Still you're all I see ♪

♪ I broke waves against the shore ♪

♪ I broke bottles at your door ♪ -[Clears throat]

[Sniffs]

[Pills rattling]

[Pills rattling]

[Hand dryer whirring]

[Footsteps, toilet flushes]

[Hand dryer whirring]

[Indistinct conversations, silverware clanking]

Hey, ya. Hi, there.

How you feel? Fairly hellish.

Must've been freezing out there last night?

Baltic, so it was.

Oh, Jesus, the monkeys

are still looking for the proverbials.

You ought to get yourself a nice sugar mommy.

Was that an offer?

How much?

Forget it. It's fine.

You sure? Aye.

Thanks very much.

Nice start to the day.

Biscuits, sugar mommy.

[Laughs]

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[Coughing]

[Vehicles rushing by]

[Pills rattling]

[Zipper closes]

[Grunts]

Dougie!

Dougie? Dougie, you up?

I am now, you fuck wit.

[Groans]

What the fuck?

Here.

Oh. Oh, Christ.

Sorry, wee fella, I didn't mean to...

What is it anyway? What the fuck do you want?

Would you look after my bag?

I'm going to go to the post office and get my pension.

Jesus wept.

Could you not have asked wee Hazel?

Where's it anyway?

Where's what?

Oh, fuck, man, your bag!

It's there at the end.

We're in the middle of nowhere.

Who's gonna nick your bag out here?

Who'd want to nick your bag anyway?

Hazel: Alright, Hec?Alright, Haze.

I'll mind your bag for you.You sure?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yes, I am.Thanks, hon.

Yeah, I'm going down to the shops, you want anything?

No, I'm alright.

Dougie.Dougie: What?!

You want anything from the shops?

No!

Christ, Jesus.

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[Wind blowing]

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[Wind whistling]

[Bell on door jingles]

-Well, thanks, sweetheart. -Right.

[Bell on door jingles]

[Tractor trailer approaches]

[Indistinct conversation]

Alright, team?

-Alright, Hec. -Hey, mate, you alright?

Alright, how you doing?

Righto, best be off then.

You know, a long day ahead and all that.

Yous take care of yourselves now, boys and girls, eh?

-Thanks for the tea. -Eh, no bother.

See you later.

See ya later, bro, all the best.

Alright.

Hey.

Early Christmas presents comin' up.

Eh, what we got in here?

Oh! For lovely Hazel.

For looking after my bag.

What else have I got?

For you, for being such a lovely dog.

And I almost forgot...

for Lord Douglas...

for being a crabbit ol' bastard.

Oh, Jesus, you're a fucking mind-reader, old boy.

So is that -- So you're not coming south with us?

What's that?

You're not coming south with us?

No, I need to go back to Glasgow, honey.

What for? Hazel!

But you'll be coming down to London after?

I need to go and get some tests done.

What tests?

It's just -- just tests.

Anyway, if I get the all clear...[Horn honks]

...I'll come back to join you in London --Hey, lads!

Jesus Christ, what now?

I have something for you, may be of interest.

[Giggles]

Oh!

One of the boxes

got damaged at the warehouse when they were coming out,

if you ken what I mean?

Here you go.

And they're, like, fully waterproof, you know, like.

Nice fleece lining and all that,

you know, nice and cozy, so...

Hazel: Fuckin' tight in here.

Brilliant.

Dougie: Eh, is this a right size for me, pal?

I mean, is this a size that'll fit me.

What?

What? There's no point taking it

if it doesn't even fucking fit me, is there?

The fuckin' fellas given us it for free.

Shut the fuck up and just take it.

Okay, I think they're like, uh,

one size fits all, but listen, if you don't want it --

No, no, no. Don't worry, don't worry, pal.

I'll take my chances, alright?

He loves it, he loves it, he'll take it.

Listen, man, I never got your name.

Davey. Davey.

That's it. Aye.

Thanks again, man.No worries at all, alright.

Take care. God bless you.

-Look after that leg, eh? -I will, I will.

-Oh. -This'll fit me.

Heh? Heh?

[Laughter]

Huh? -Eh.

I'll see you later, guys.

Aye. See you later, Santa.

Ho! Ho! Ho!

[Horn honks] [Sighs]

Hazel: That's the one that you were got given.

I got given this one. Fair is fair.

[Indistinct conversation]

Come on, just fucking give it to me.

Of all the things I've done for you,

just let me have this one.

Come on, Haze, you've got to swap me, you have...

Give me a break.I don't give a fuck. No!

Oh, come on, for fuck's sake, give it.

I'm not doing it!Listen, guys, guys, guys,

look, I appreciate the send-off and all that,

but you're really fucking cramping my style.

You know what I mean?

Oh, for fuck's sake. I see what you mean.

Oh, we look like the three fucking lollipop men

of the apocalypse.

Come on, Haze, give the man some space.

Hey, take care of yourself while you're out there.

Don't let the bastards get you down.

Oh, good luck, Hec.

Alright.

Give me the fuck --I said no!

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You fucking bastard! No!

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[Birds squawking]

[Horn blaring]

Man: You believe some fuckin' people, eh?

No fuckin' respect.

You got a problem, I'll give you a lift, eh?

Come on.

[Indistinct announcement over P.A. system]

Excuse me.

Where's your toilets?

Uh, just use the bathroom right in there,

second door on the right.

Could you keep an eye on my bag for me?

[Hand dryer whirring]

[Indistinct conversations]

Woman: Mr. McAdam? Hector McAdam?

The doctor will see you now. If you'd follow me please.

So this is your appointment card.

Now, you have to come back on the 3rd of January

and you have to be here by 7:00 a.m.

Now, you're not to eat or drink

anything after 9:00 p.m. the night before,

because you'll be getting a general anesthetic.

Now, did she give you a new prescription?

Right, well, if you take that down

to the pharmacy on the ground floor,

they'll sort that out for you.

[Indistinct announcement over P.A. system]

Oh, uh, Mr. McAdam,

I've got a phone number here for you,

but I don't seem to have an address.

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Thank you.

Excuse me. Sorry.

Hey, hold on a minute. I know you.

Oh, hey, I know you.

Fuck me.

Hey, it's you, Hec, isn't it?

Hec McAdam!

Hey, do you remember me?

Neeshy. Laurie McNiesh.

Remember down the Mossdale Arms back in the day?

Geez. Hey, don't be a prat, man. I know it's you.

Where the fuck have you been?

I haven't seen you for...

God, 10, 15 years.

You just totally disappeared.

Hey, listen, Peter used to come 'round the Mossdale Arms

once a week, asking if we'd seen ya.

Peter?

Aye, your brother.

I knew it was you.

What happened to ya?

I-I never saw you after -- Well, Jesus Christ.

What the fuck?

Oh, come on. Wait! What's the hurry?

What's your problem, pal, eh?

What's your fucking problem?

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[Rain falling]

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[Horn blares]

[Vehicles passing]

[Bell over door jingles]

-You lost, gramps? -Can we help?

I'm alright, lads.

Come on, let us take that bag for you.

-Where you going? Here? -Give me the bag.

There's nothing in there. -Give me the bag.

-There's nothing in there. -Give me the fucking bag!

Tell your mate -- Ow!

Oi, you wee fucker, you want some of this thing?

You want some? What about you, man?

You wee fucking babies?

Fuck off!

Fuck off! Run off to your mommy!

-Fuck you. -Aye, whatever!

Hey, bud, bud.

Listen, let's get you up. Let's get you up.

You alright, man? Hey, hey.

[Groans]

No, no, just, you stay down there.

Just you stay down there, okay?

We'll sort you out in a second, yeah?

Hold on, I'll just get your bag, yeah?

You okay? Yeah?

Get you inside.

[Breathing heavily]

Alright, here we go.

Sorry, sorry.

Is that okay? Yeah.

It's fine? Better.

You sure? Yeah.

Okay, that's you sorted. Let's sort your bag out, mate.

What's wrong with my bag?Nothing, nothing.

Just the handle broke, it's fine.

Did they -- did they take anything from my bag?

Everything's still there.

I just need to fix the handle for you

and you can get on your way.

Listen, do you want a wee nip of something?

No, no, no, I don't drink.You sure?

Yeah. Okay.

Just gonna get some parcel tape.

I'll sort your bag out.Yeah, okay.

You'll be okay? Yeah.

Just calm down.

Thanks very much for that.

No worries, man.

[Cellphone beeps]

[Rings]

Man #2: Hello?

Hello, Peter? How are you?

Who's this?

Looking for, um, Peter McAdam?

Is that 0-1-4-1-4-9-6-0?

[Receiver clicks]

Hello?

Going anywhere near Newcastle...

Hello? The number you have called

has not been recognized.

The number you have called...

[Vehicles passing, horn blares]

[Phone ringing]

Woman #2: What name, please?

Smith.

-What town? -Newcastle.

Is that Newcastle upon Tyne?Yeah.

What's the initial please?

D.

C? No, D.

D for Derek.

No, no listing for Derek Smith, I'm afraid.

Ah, could you look under...

Ah, Smith, D. Smith.

16 Cherry Tree Avenue.

No, we don't have a listing for that either.

Is there anything else I can help you with?

No, thank you.

Lizzie?

What do you want?

[Baby crying]

Looking for a Liz Smith.

Used to live here with her husband?

Yeah, well, they don't now, do they?

Do you know where they moved to?

Um, no.

I-I don't know who lived here before me.

[Crying continues]

Sorry to bother you.

Do you know the used-car salesman in Dunston,

is he still there?

Look, I'm sorry, I've got to go.

[Crying continues]

[Children playing]

[Vehicles passing]

Please hold, I'll put you through now.

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Can I help ya?

Looking for Derek Smith, used to work here.

Please, if you'll just wait over there.

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Derek, Mr. Smith.

There's a gentleman here to see ya.

I'm not sure why. I don't know.

I think you ought to come over.

Yes, thank you.

Mr. Smith will be with you directly.

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Hello, I'm Derek Smith. Can I help you?

Hey, Derek.

Fuck me, Hector.

Where the fuck did you come from?

What are you doing here?

I take it that you're not here to buy a car.

No.

You better come through to my office. Bring your stuff.

Dawn, if, uh, Mr. Aldridge calls about the Jag,

be sure to put him straight through, won't ya?

Thanks.

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[Telephone ringing]

Sit down.

So what do you want? Money?

I was just passing through, and I thought I might call

and see my sister.

Oh, just passin'?

The fuck are you talkin' about?

You disappeared into thin air without a word, what...

12, 15 year ago and you think you can just

waltz back into Lizzie's life just like that?

You got some fuckin' nerve, man.

I just want to see Lizzie, that's all.

What for? Hmm? Kiss and make up?

Bit fucking late for apologies, don't you think?

I should punch your fuckin' lights out.

I just... I don't want any trouble.

I just... I just want you to call her.

Please.

Just call her and tell her that her brother's back

from the dead, just like that?

Please, I'm begging you, man.

[Scoffs]

Please. Please.

[Takes deep breath]

Just stay right where you are.

And don't touch a fuckin' thing, understood?

[Indistinct conversations]

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So where are we going?

Lizzie said I have to give you a choice.

The bus or the train station, you choose.

Lizzie said that?

[Engine shuts off]

Look, if you wanna get the bus,

I'll pay for your ticket.

No, it's alright.

Where are you gonna go to?

There's a place I go to in London every Christmas.

I've got some friends there.

A shelter?

Aye, Derek, a fuckin' shelter.

No hard feelings, huh?

Oh, suit yourself.

Lizzie really didn't want to see ya.

So do yourself a favor.

Don't bother coming back. Alright?

Do you know where Peter is?

London.

You got a number?

[Car door closes, engine starts]

Yeah, good to see you and all.

South, mate?

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Going south?

[Geese honking]

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[Sniffling]

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Man #3: Do you want a ride?

Yeah, yeah.

Fasten your seatbelt.

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Thanks, mate.

[Dumpster lid rattling]

Dougie: Hey, you!

[Laughing] Hector!

You nearly gave me a fuckin' heart attack.

Well, we weren't really expecting to see yous here.

Likewise.

Oh.

Come and sit yourself down, old boy.

Here. Hazel...

Make room for a man, will ya?

Make yourself at home, mate.

[Sighs]

Well, eh, how was Glasgow, eh?

Ah, it was alright.

What happened to your face?

Oh, it's not worth talking about.

Aye, what about the...

How did it go with the hospital?

The test results?

They want me to go back after Christmas for an operation.

Fucking quacks for ya.

You're best stayin' away from all those doctors

and all that shit.

Here.

Hey, you look like you could use a good drop of this.

Nah.

Thanks.

So you're coming down to London to that shelter?

Yeah, looks like it.

You see, I knew you wouldn't leave me alone

with this old tosser.

Hec...

you sure you'll not take a wee bevy, man?

Oh, don't worry about it.

You sure you're okay?

You look like shite, if you don't mind me saying.

You know, Hec, you looks like shite.

I don't know what those doctors are doing to you, but...

I don't think they're doing you any favors.

Hec.

You'd be best to stay inside tonight.

In the warm.

There's a big spans bog right down, by the Jet ski.

You could camp in there.

What about you two?

Don't mind us. We're fine out here...

I've got my wee hot-water bottle here.

I've given it a little fill.

Okay. And if...

if we get lucky, we'll have our rides.

By this time tomorrow,

we'll be topped up in a warm bed

with a belly full of hot grub.

Go inside, man, go on, go inside.

Just take your time, eh?

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[Door handle clunking]

[Knock on door]

-Yeah. -You alright in there, pal?

Yeah.

Come on, bud, I need you out of there.

Yeah, just coming.

-Morning. -Aye.

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Dougie, Hazel.

[Vehicles passing]

Time to get up.

Guys.

Dougie.

[Hazel sighs]

Dougie.

Christ, what time is it?

Around 9:00. Dougie, come on, son.

Time to hit the road. Dougie.

Ah, Jesus.

What is it? What's wrong with him?

Oh, no.

Dougie.

Dougie, wake up.

[Breathing heavily]

Fuck. Oh!

Oh, Jesus, oh, Jesus!

What you doin'?

Gettin' the fuck out of here.

Hazel, we can't just leave him here.

The fuck I can!

There's nothing we can do for him, is there?

And I don't need no bother from the police.

I'm out of here.

What about Braveheart?

[Sighs] What about Braveheart?

Come on, seriously, what am I gonna do

with a fuckin' dog?

I'm sorry, pal, but I cannot handle this shit.

I'll see you later, man.

Woman #3: Well, if we can't trace any relatives,

then the local council will take care of the arrangements.

What about Braveheart, his dog?

I thought that were yours.

Oh, no, it's Dougie's, Dougie's.

It was Dougie's.

Well, I have to call the RSPCA --

-Hi, there. -Chris, hey!

How are you? Didn't know you were back at work.

Thought you'd be out for much longer.

No, I'm fine now.

I've been off for nearly a month.

Well, don't go overdoing it.

You gotta take care of yourself.

I will, thanks.

Oh, sorry, here you go.

Verification of death.

Category one, I think.

My guess is, if the cold didn't get him,

it's probably cardiac.

Thanks.

Probable natural causes.

But you're still gonna need to come in.

Give us a formal statement.

Why?

I've told you everything I know.

Well, it shouldn't take too long then, should it, sir?

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[Siren wailing]

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[Car door closes]

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[Children playing]

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[Wings flapping]

[Birds cooing]

[Church bells tolling]

Hector: Excuse me.

What can I get you, love?

Are you Kate?

Yeah, what is it?

Father O'Connor asked me to give you this.

Still ministering to his flock. What can I get ya?

Anything you want. It's on the house.

Uh...

I'll have your breakfast special, if that's alright?

Yeah, that's fine.

Cup of tea? Or can I get you a coffee?

No, tea would be great, thanks. Okay.

Go on, go and seat yourself, sir.

Thanks very much.

Holy moly, you got that down fast.

You stayin' in Liverpool long?

No, just passing through.

Well, if you promise not to go around

telling all your mates I'm a soft touch,

I might be able to find you some seconds.

Nice.

There you go, love.

Thank you.

D'you mind if I sit down here?

Have a quick fag. -No, go ahead.

So how did you find Father O'Connor?

Or did he find you?

He found me.

And I suppose he snuck you

into St. Isaac's for the night, did he?

Mm-hmm.

So you just passing through, are you?

London.

London, eh? What're you going there for?

Got a girlfriend?

Going to see my sister.

That's nice.

How are you getting down there?

Get the bus, I guess.

I'll tell you what, love. I met a man.

He's the dispatcher of the parcels up and down the road.

They've got loads going every day.

I can give him a call.

I'm sure he'd be able to give you a lift.

Great, yeah.Yep, I'll call him now.

Sure it's no bother?Yeah, it's fine.

[Silverware clatters]

Just spoken to him and --

What the fuck d'you think you're doing?

I spilled some tea on the table, I was just --

I know what you were doing, you thieving bastard.

Come on, get out. -What?

Get out of here before I call the bizzies.

Come on, get out.

Come on.

Yeah.

And don't you dare come near to eat again.

Go on, fuck off.

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Oh, fuck.

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[Horn honks]

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Hi, there. How can I help you?

Yeah.

Come to stay in?

Uh...

Well, so the thing is, um...

we are actually full.

So, if I could take some details from you, uh,

we'll try and find you--

No, no, no, no, I come here every year.

Yeah, it's just that we opened this morning,

and it's done on a first come --

Yeah, but I couldn't come first thing

as I hitchhiked from Glasgow.

I couldn't come first thing.

Otherwise I would have been here.

What I'll do is I'll try my best to find --

-Hector! -I couldn't come, I was --

Hector, are you alright?

I was starting to worry about you,

'cause you're normally first in the queue when we open up.

They'll not let me in. What?

They'll not let me in.

Wait, you said we're full.

No, no, this is Hector.

He's one of our regulars. He comes every year.

So...uh, okay, uh...

Um, let him have one of the beds we keep back.

Sure.Yeah, alright?

Alright.

Don't look so worried.

Fill out a form, grab a wristband,

and I'll rustle you up a little snack, alright?

Alright.

Okay, right, sorry about that, um...

So, can I just get you to, um...

Yeah, just sign in the box for me right there

and just put your name down.

And we'll take it from there.

Thanks, man. Brilliant stuff.

[Door creaking]

You take this one. Okay.

Alright, yeah? Sleep tight.

Thanks for the help.See you in the morning.

[Groans]

Jimbo: Who's that? Hector, is that you?

Who's that?

It's me, Jimbo.

Oh, hey, Jimbo.

Come to see, I was wondering when you were gonna show up.

Well, it was a bit of a trek, but I got here.

Happy days, eh, mate?

We'll catch up in the morning, ya?

Sleep well.

Good to see you, mate.You too, mate.

[Plastic silverware clattering]

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-Morning, Hec, you alright? -Morning, Jimbo.

Well, your normal place saved for you, sir.

Excuse me.

This is a very good friend of mine, Hector.

This is, uh, Ted.

Hi, Ted.

Ted don't say a lot.

Still waters run deep.

Hey, Sol!

You remember Solly?

-Yeah. -Sit yourself down.

He brought me to the banquet,

hoisting his banner over me with love.

Jesus Christ, it's a bit

fuckin' early in the day for that, isn't it?

Thou shall not take the name of the Lord, thy God in vain.

You're a lost one, repentin' heathen, Jim, you were.

Yep, I'm proud of it.

Bless us, O Lord, and these thy gifts

which we are about to receive from thy bounty.

Alright, tuck in there, tuck in.

Excuse me, I'd like to have a word with Sara.

Yeah, sure, she's just in the office there.

Right, thank you. Okay.

[Knock on door]

Morning, Hector, you alright?

Yeah.

Um...I need to ask you a favor.

Yeah, go ahead.

I'm looking for my brother.

And I'm told he's in London.

I've tried directory inquiries.

Tried... What?

No, sorry.

I...didn't know you had a brother.

Yeah. Um...

I could check on the computer for you, if you want.

Yeah, yeah. Yeah?

Come in, come in.

What's his name?

Peter. Peter McAdam.

Does he have a middle name?

No.

Ooh, 1.6 million hits.

This could take a long time.

D'you know how to use a computer?

Basics.

Yeah. Well, why don't you sit here?

That's it.

Just have a scroll on that.

You never know. You might get lucky.

Thanks for that.

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[Hector breathing heavily]

[Door opens, closes]

Hector.

Sara: Hector. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.

I need to talk to you about something.

It's nothing to worry about.

But...

if you come outside, I'll explain.

-Okay, alright. -Sorry.

What's up? Sorry about this.

Hey.

Hey, hey! Calm.Hey, hey!

Where the fuck have you been?

I've been tryin' to explain to these tossers --

Hey, hey, hey.

Just calm down, alright?

Let's go outside and get some fresh air or something, okay?

Get your bag.

Go on, go on.

Just be outside, okay?

[Siren wailing in distance]

Come on, sit down here.

[Plastic rustling]

What are you looking for?

My cigs.

You want one? No, I'm okay.

So, where have you been?

[Lighter clicking]

You want to tell me what happened to your face?

Nothing.

You want to tell me what happened to your face?

Like you'd tell me anything.

[Sighs]

They won't let me fuckin' stay.

What?

They won't let me stay, the fuckers.

They cannot let you stay here.

It's a men's hostel.

Sara's making a call just now.

She's gonna phone the women's hostel.

at a dependency unit.

Is that a pizza palace? Aye.

Aye, Dougie told me that.

He's been there before. Yeah.

Did he tell you he puked all over a volunteer?

Right down her cashmere jumper.

God rest his soul.

Dougie's the one person you don't want puking on you.

Oh, you certainly do not.

What happened to Braveheart?

Police have got him. They'll take care of it.

It'll be fine. No.

He'll be fine.

I should've took him. Shouldn't I?

Dougie would've wanted me to look after him.

Dougie loved that dog.

Dougie's doggy.

Oh, fucking Dougie.

Oh. I should've just swapped jackets with him, shouldn't I?

Oh, stop it. Stop it, Hazel, just stop it.

Like he wanted me to.

No, there's nothing you could've done.

No, I fucking fucked up.

Nothing you could've done, darling.

Nothing to do with the jacket.

Everything's gonna be fine -- Oh, what?

Everything's gonna be alright?

Yeah, everything's gonna be alright.

Everything's gonna be alright?

Yeah. Don't give me that shit, Hector.

Look at me.

Look at me, I'm not even 18,

and my life's already fucked.

Don't give me that shit.

"Everything's gonna be alright."

Sara: Hazel.

Hazel, we've just had a call from the women's center.

They've got you a bed.

Okay?

You see?

I'm gonna order you some transport.

Come inside and get warm. Come on.

Hey, come on.

[Sighs]

[Siren wailing in distance]

Hector, old boy.

You're a...

You're a real pal.

Go inside.

[Birds squawking]

[Indistinct conversations]

Is one of you Hector?Yeah, that's me.

The nurse is ready for you.

Do you need a hand?

No, no, I'm fine, thank you.It's just this way.

[Telephone ringing]

Got Hector here for you.

Hello, Hector. I'm Yvonne, the nurse for today.

Can you just manage to get on the bed?

-Yeah. -I can have a look, look at...

your head, see what the wound is like.

[Guitar playing soft music]

[Indistinct conversations]

♪♪

Hector, can I have a quick word?

Yeah. What's up?

You've got a visitor.

Oh, God, is Hazel back?

No, no, it's not her.

Just, just come out, come to the office.

Come on.

I'll see yous later, lads.

No peeking.

Peter?

Got it in one, Hec.

You okay with this, Hector?

Sorry, I should've warned you

but didn't want to freak you out.

Oh, no, I'm freaked out. I'm totally freaked out.

How did you find me?

By cycling around most of London.

I phoned Lizzie a couple of days ago to wish her

Merry Christmas and that, and Derek answered

and told me about you turning up out of the blue

and about running you out of town,

the fucking toss pot.

Sorry, excuse me.

It's alright.

Look, should I leave you to it?

Or do you want me to stay?

Come on, man, act your age.

You'll be fine.

I'm sure you've got more important things to do.

Is it okay with you, Hector?

Yeah.

Derek said you were off to London to stay

in some charity doss house, is what he said, so...

I got one of the girls in the office

to print out a list

of Christmas shelters off the web.

There's not as many as you'd think.

This is the fifth one I've been to.

Hammersmith, Wandsworth, Kilburn,

Elephant-and-fucking-Castle.

I was gonna give up after this one.

So... you have nothing to say?

[ Bell ringing ]

I need to go and get my dinner.

Hey? The bell.

I need to go for my dinner.

You're kidding, man.

I haven't seen ya for 15 years.

I've just cycled around half of London looking for ya,

and you want to fuck off for your dinner.

Come on.

I'll take you out.

We'll get some grub.

Hmm?

Christ, remember those picnics Ma used to take us on?

Peter: Sitting on a Sunday in the pouring rain.

Lizzie trembling like a leaf.

All of us praying that he'd have passed out

by the time we got home.

Ah, those were the days.

Anyway, why now?

Hmm?

Why not before?

Why at all?

You should've found me, remember?

[Inhales deeply]

It's cold.

Fancy a wee walk?

Yeah, why not?

[Groans]

[Helicopter blades whirring]

Okay? Yeah.

So what about you?

What about me?

What's been happening in your life?

Well...

[Sighs]

...I was married for a while.

You were married?

Yeah.

What's so strange about that?

I never said that it was strange.

Fair enough, you're right, it didn't last long.

I come down here when it ended

about five years ago.

Fresh start and all that.

So where you living?

I'm in a wee council flat over in Acton.

Right.

You working? Uh-huh.

Work for a private contractor for the council.

I drive one of those wee trucks for the recycling.

So you're a bin man? Fuck off.

Recycling, not rubbish.Right, right.

I'm doing my bit for the planet.

Of course.

Got to mind our conscious.Fuck off.

So where have you been all this time?

Motorways, shelters, buses, whatever.

What d'you do for money?

Here, you don't...

What? You don't...

[Laughs] What? I don't rape my fuckin' arse?

[Both laugh]

What the fuck is it with you?

Jesus Christ, where'd you dream that up?

Fuckin'...

I'm a rent pensioner.

Fuck's sake.

I have a social worker.

She knows all the benefits and...

Got my Merchant Navy pension.

I wasn't selling my fuckin' hairy arse.

I wouldn't fucking get much for that, that's for sure.

[Both laugh]

Fuck's sake.

Oh, man.

Doesn't sound like much of a life to me.

Well, if you don't mind me saying,

being a conscientious fucking bin man

doesn't sound like much of a life to me.

I'm not saying it means --

I know. It's alright, it's alright.

It's okay.

You okay?

Yeah, yeah.

Jesus, man.

[Clears throat]

[Pills rattling]

Fuckin'...

You alright?Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah.

[Siren wailing in distance]

Man, what is that?

No, I was supposed to take these this morning, I forgot.

Hey, I better get back.

Ooh, come on, hey.

Fuck. Look...

Why don't you come and stay at mine?

No. No?

It's not that big, but I can kip on the sofa.

Hmm? Come on.

No, look, I'm -- It's fine, Peter.

I'm just going back to the shelter.

It's Christmas.

Time to be with family.

You still don't get it. They are my family now, mate.

They are. It's just the way it is.

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

Hector, you know you can't smoke in here.

Go on, put it out.

Go on.

How did it go with your brother?

Yeah, it was alright.

Yeah? You alright?

Hmm.

Did you fall out? Not today, but before?

No. No, I never fell out with him.

I fell out with life.

I didn't fall out with him, specifically.

Just woke up one morning and...

fucked off.

Well, you wouldn't be the first.

No.

No, I was just...

having a massive breakdown...

really.

Acting like a crazy man.

The police caught me in Manchester.

Apparently I was running up and down, screaming at cars.

Probably hoping one of them would just

fuckin' put me out of my misery.

So they sectioned me.Hmm, Jesus.

No, no, no, no, no, it was good.

Best thing ever happened to me.

Counseling, pills...

Three meals a day, blah, blah, blah.

Then what happens is, as soon as you get a bit better,

as soon as you calm down, they toss you out

and put you in a halfway house. You know.

I mean, it was better than being locked up.

But fucking hell.

Some of the broken souls in there, man.

[Sighs]

So I took to the motorways again.

I found myself here one Christmas.

Your first day, if I remember right.

[Chuckles] Yep.

You were just a...

nervous little baby with pigtails.

[Sighs] Oh...

You're making me feel old.

Old and tired.

I'm gonna go to bed.

Night night, sleep tight.

Sweet dreams.

♪♪

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How much for this one, mate?

Cheers for that.

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[Indistinct conversation]

I've got 5. 5 is all I've got.

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Cheers, mate.

Hey, hey. It had to be something, mate.

Oh, I like the hat.

Here's one for you.

Saucy Saskia, 21 from Sidcup,

says she'll certainly be strippin' off her stockings

and leaving them out for Santa tonight, eh?

Ooh, look at that.

Hector, are you alright, mate?

Yeah.

Just do a bit of breathin', son.

Breathe in.

[Breathing deeply]

Do you want a doctor?

No, no, no, I think I just overdone it

with the walking, you know?

Easily done.

"Ah, thy two breasts are like two young deer that are twins

which feed among the lilies..."

Fuck's sake.

"...until the day break and the shadows flee away."

Fucking hell, son. He's ill.

Cheers, Ted.

Listen, why don't you pop upstairs, eh?

[Breathing heavily]

[Siren wailing in distance]

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

Hector, are you awake?

Do you mind if I sit down?

No.

Jimbo said you had a bit of a turn,

so I brought you some tea.

You okay? Should I call a doctor?

No.

[Sighs]

What is it, then?

16 years ago, my wife and daughter

were killed by a drunk driver.

16 years ago, today.

[Sighs]

I didn't realize.

Why should you?

You've been coming here all these years.

I don't know anything about you.

You've been here all the time that I've been here,

and I don't know anything about you.

So, the breakdown and leaving everything...

Yeah.

What were their names?

Ann and Jeannie.

What age are you?

I'm 29.

Jeannie would've been 27...

next month.

[Sighs]

Christmas Eve. Hmm.

♪ Christmas time ♪

♪ Sleigh bells ring ♪

♪ And I love to sing the songs of Christmas for you ♪

♪ Sittin' by the fire, poking a log, roasting -- ♪

I'm getting some tea.

Get a round then, Ted.

Good lad, go on, I'll have milk, two sugars.

Same for me.

Bless you, son. Milk and three sugars.

He's a good lad.

"The Lord lifted up the meek,

and cast the wicked to the ground."

The fuck you lookin' at me for?

Fuckin' "wicked."

Did you see him when he's had a few drinks?

Talking of which, Hector...

What are you doing this fine Christmas morning?

Because me and Sol, we know this little shop...

fairly local, that's staying open tomorrow.

I'll crack open this here piece of aid.

Come down to Canal with us,

to do a little bit of timber shivering

and a little bit plank walking.

We'd love to have you. What do you reckon?

No luck here.

I have my chiropodist appointment this morning.

Ahaar! For my...

-Cheers, son. -Thanks, Ted.

What about you, Ted?

Fancy a couple 'o drinks before Christmas dinner?

I'll probably be alright, probably stay in.

Thank you though.

-So, Sol... -Yeah?

Tell me. Is it true?

What?What he tells me.

What's -- what's he said?

He tells me that you really did study to be a priest.

Is that true, or is he winding me up?

Ah, I did have a calling, yes,

and spent my time in a seminary.

But in the end, you know, I... just didn't make the grade.

Too many extra-curricular interests.

[Chuckles]

Good.

Comin' out for a smoke?

You're trying to change the subject?

Yeah. Let's go.

Okay. So just prop your foot up on the stool,

we'll have a look.

Alright, I'm just gonna tidy your feet up a bit.

You know, you really should find some better shoes

than those trainers.

You need something a bit more waterproof,

or perhaps change your socks a bit more often.

Easier said than done.

Oh, I can give you some fungal cream to take with you,

but you're gonna have to try and keep these feet dry

as much as possible.

It's good of you, giving up your Christmas day to do this.

Yeah, well, you haven't met my in-laws.

[Indistinct conversations]

Do you know, um...

Do you know where Sol and Jimbo are?

No, I don't, I don't, but don't worry.

There's no way they'll miss the Christmas dinner.

They'll be here.

Have a seat.

Do you mind if this gentleman joins you?

-No. -Sure?

-Yeah. -Okay, enjoy.

How are you, mate?

I'm alright, yeah.

Do you want a cracker?

Yay.

What did I get?

Kandahar.

Do you even know where that is?

They told me I was going out there

so that the streets of London would be safe.

For pricks like yous.

There you go, guys. Nice and hot.

-Here you go. -Thank you.

You're welcome.

♪♪

♪ Swift to its close ♪

♪ Ebbs out life's little day ♪

♪ Earth's joys grow dim ♪

♪ Its glories pass away ♪

♪ Change and decay ♪

♪ In all around I see ♪

♪ O Thou who changest not Abide with me ♪

Shh.

♪♪

♪ I need Thy presence ♪

♪ Every passing hour ♪

♪ What but Thy grace ♪

♪ Can foil the tempter's power ♪

[Man laughing]

What the fuck you laughing at?

Hey!

♪♪

♪ Abide with me ♪

♪ Hold Thou Thy cross ♪

♪ Before my closing eyes ♪

♪ Shine through the gloom ♪

♪ And point me to the skies ♪

Thank you.

So what'd they say?

Ahh, we're out, mate.

You're actually getting chucked out?

Yeah, I don't even want my meal.

I'll have his if he's not gonna...

-Yeah, sure. -Thank you.

♪♪

[Speaks indistinctly]

Oh, yes.

♪♪

♪♪

Hello. Alright.

Yeah, help yourself, help yourself.

Let me know if you need any help.

♪♪

♪♪

[Toilet flushes]

♪♪

[Child laughing]

Sorry I'm late.Yeah, no problems.

You been waiting long?

Nah, not too long.

Come on then.

Where are we going?

It's a surprise.

You remember giving me rides like this to school?

Just -- just slow down and let me off, alright?

I can't. What?

The brakes are buggered! [Laughs]

For fuck's sake.

Fuck's sake.

Did you know he was coming?

Hey, Lizzie.

Jesus, look at you.

I could've walked straight past you.

Peter says you're not well.

You telling tales out of school again?

For fuck's sake, I've driven her 300 miles to come and see you.

-Derek. -What?

I'll be right there, pet.

If you need me.

Right there.

Sorry about him.

We're all sorry about fuckin' Derek.

Have you any idea...

Not a word...

All this time, not a single word.

Is that why you came to Newcastle

'cause you're not well?

I'm fine.

I've got eyes, Hec.

Sweet Jesus, I thought you'd topped yourself.

I didn't know whether you were alive or dead.

Well...

do you want me just to come and give you a hug

and invite you home, is that it?

I couldn't stay in that flat.

I was hearing voices.

I could hear them laughing in the kitchen.

It was my fault.

You weren't even there.

It was that drunk Gibson,

he ran them over and he went to prison for it.

Yeah, I know.

They should've been in the house.

It was an accident.

I know it was a fuckin' accident.

They should've been in the house, with me,

but they were out, an argument.

It was just a fuckin' argument.

My fault.

So, Annie took my daughter to her mum's.

My fault.

One minute earlier, one minute later,

they'd still be alive.

No argument, they'd still be alive.

My fault. That's crazy.

Yeah, yeah, well, I know, and I was crazy.

That's it?

Just packed a bag and buggered off?

Yep.

Do you know what a shock it was

when Derek called to say you were with him?

I was in the kitchen when he called.

I was sick.

Physically sick. I threw up in the sink.

It was like -- It was like being kicked in the stomach.

Why did you not come to me?

Hec?

I don't want to lose you again.

[Indistinct yelling]

-What the fucking hell! -Hey.

-Peter! -What are you fuckin' doing?

Get off me, you smug bastard.

Someone get him off me, he's mental.

Peter. Peter.

-Fucking hell. -Hec. Sorry.

You okay?

Oof, oh, Jesus.

-You alright? -Yeah, yeah, yeah.

What is it with your fuckin' family?

[Dog barking]

Don't fuckin' touch it.

That's an improvement. Let me see.

What the fuck are you laughing at?

I'm not laughing.You're fuckin' laughing.

Don't fuckin' laugh, you just whacked me.

Aye, whacked me, you.

Fuck off. Easy.

Jesus, I saw fuckin' stars there.

Stop it. Aye.

Behave.

What? There's no mark.

I don't give a fuck if there's a mark, the pain's there.

It's red.

What? Is it swelling up?

Hector, um...

I'm gonna shoot off.

Huh?

I'll see you next year. Won't I?

Yeah, probably, yeah.

Okay, um... You okay?

Yeah, no, just, um, it's fine -- fine, thanks.

Alright.

Look after yourself, Ted.

Uh, yeah, mate, you too.

[Vacuum cleaner whirring]

Hello.

What?

Looking very glamorous.

Oh, right.

Oh, no, it looks good.

It's just normally I see you

in work clothes and all that, the jumper...

the jeans.

Yeah.

How's your eye?

Ah, it's been worse, believe me.

Yeah, I bet.

So you're all packed up, ready to go?

Aye, nearly there.

Back to Glasgow.

Hmm, what's happening up there?

Just a wee operation.

Nothing serious, I hope.

No, no, thanks, it's just routine.

Okay.

Where are you staying afterwards?

My sister said I could stay at hers for a bit.

Very nice.

I think she's just doing it

to wind up her man to be honest.

[Chuckles]

Right, I better make a move.

See you next year?

Well... Peter is talkin' about

a family Christmas next year.

Well, that sounds like a plan.

Heh, hmm... Yeah, we'll see.

We'll miss you here, though.

Yeah, we'll probably all end up punching lumps at each other,

and I'll be here.

Eating my Christmas food, as usual.

Oh, come on, Hec.

Try and stay positive. Eh.

I think we're both gonna turn corners this year.

How do you mean?

Well, you're not the only one without...

you know.

Oh, I don't know, I don't know.

I'll see you when I see you, then.

Yeah.

Oh, I thought you could do with these.

Oh, thanks very much. Alright.

Take care of yourself.

Yeah, you too.

I mean it. You look after yourself, yeah?

Yeah. You look after yourself.

Alright, it's a deal.

[Door closes]

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[Indistinct conversations]

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Thanks, man.

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♪ Nowhere to you is anywhere to me ♪

♪ And anywhere away is where I wanna be ♪

♪ I watch the clouds change ♪

♪ The skies are wild with rain ♪

♪ I would leave you here ♪

♪ If only you would stay ♪

♪ I hold onto nothing now ♪

♪ You were everything to me ♪

♪ Anywhere away is where I wanna be ♪

♪ I live on the path ♪

♪ Between somewhere and somebody ♪

♪ Anywhere away is where I wanna be ♪

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