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[tapping]

Anyone watching thinking we know fuck all

about knowing fuck all about owt,
needs to watch their backs! Oh!

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

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

And now you've got your Con-Dem-Nation.

Liberals noshing Tories
like altar boys picking dimps up.

Have we had a national
fucking stroke or what?

Is revolution a word, or was it never?

Anybody watching needs to know,

we cope better than average
with irony in Chatsworth.

Well, for fuck's sake,
we live in Manchester,

and they charge us for water?

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

This green
and pleasant land in ancient time.

Yak! Yak! Yak! Yak! Yak! Yak!

It's not theirs any more.

-This is our England now!
-[cheering]

Party!

[theme music]

["Californication" playing]

-[crowd cheering]
-Yes, thank you.

-Oi!
-What?

Stopping off at your mam's
for a couple on the way.

Fuck me! Atomic Kitten have let
themselves go a bit, haven't they?

-[laughter]
-[man] Ooh...

Come home when the club shuts.
You're on the early.

-Yes, Dad, love you.
-[Gloria] The thing about mistakes is,

you can't undo them.

You can repair them, patch them up,
minimise the consequences,

but you can't undo them.

Fuck knows I've made more than most,
and they define me.

Carry them with me everywhere I go.
True of us all.

-Ladies!
-Couldn't fucking catch you, though.

If it's any consolation,

there's not one of us skates
through life without mistakes.

Well, none of the interesting ones,
any road.

Come on, Marty.

-Shit.
-Careful.

-Fuck! Fuck a duck.
-Hurry up.

Mong.

-Hold it steady!
-Climb up straight and I will.

I've got ten metres of cable round
my neck. It's not easy. Arse-wipe!

You nearly had my head off.

Stop messing about!
Electric's dangerous, dickhead.

-[man shouts]
-Someone's coming!

Aidan.

[chatter]

-Fucking hell.
-Hold the fucking ladder!

-Are you sure about this?
-Can't pay, won't pay.

If we don't do this, we've got no heating,
no fridge, no cooker.

No Xbox.

-[snap]
-Ah! Oh, you...

Ow!

-Whoo!
-Ah!

Ah!

[TV] ...down to their value...

Oh, my God. Eamonn.

Oh, shit.

[all complain]

All right, calm it.
Just blown a fuse, that's all.

I can lend you a Greek euro for the meter.

Right, that's the last from the lockup.

If you smell burning at any point,

-switch it off.
-Oh, great. House will be on fire.

Mimi, all the lights are off
and I've got Stella.

-I just don't know what to do.
-Straight upstairs, Tish.

-Put her next to Cilla and Connor.
-Whole area's pitch-black,

no street lights, nothing.

It's ridiculous. Took 72 hours
to restore power the last time.

Why do people say 72 hours?
Why not just say two days?

Rain Man's got nothing on you, has he?

-Who Rain Man?
-Jamie's going to stay open

-until people can see their way home.
-Oh, yeah, proper Maguire.

Any chance to get a few extra coppers
in your back pocket.

Er, not seen you
turning down shifts, lady.

-If they're staying open, can we just--
-Oh, yeah, everyone fuck off.

I'll look after the ranch in the dark,

-on my own.
-Oh!

Girls, girls, maybe
we don't go into town tonight.

Oh, don't cancel on my account.
I'd feel bad.

You can't see anything out there,
and in these fucking heels?

-We'd have to get a minicab in the dark.
-Probably no power on in town anyway.

Another night, then?

Right. You go get some smokes,
I'll see you there.

Why do I have to go?

I'll clock you.
See if you can beat your best time.

-Go!
-Oh, my God!

What a knobhead.

Hey, don't look at me. You married him.

Yeah, well, I always had shit taste
in men. I married your father.

Oh, fuck!

[knocking]

-Fuck off! I've got a weapon!
-Ches, it's me, open up!

Fuck!

Fucking hell, man. I nearly shat myself.
Lock that door!

Forty smokes, please, mate, quick time.

-You what?
-[Billy] Hello. Earth to Chesney.

On the clock, man. Shane's timing me.

Look, I'm trying to save my stock!
I'm not open!

I'll help myself.
Leave the money on the counter.

-I said no!
-Fucking hell!

Fuck me, man.

If I help you,
will you let me have my cigs?

Get this in the chest freezer
and I'll give 'em you, all right?

-Right.
-Hurry up!

Fuck's sake, Jackson.

-[car horn blares]
-[man shouts]

Fucking hell, boys,
that were a lucky escape, that.

-[laughter]
-At least we're not dry, girls.

[all] Yeah!

Actually,
I'm going to head round Lillian's.

-What?
-Oh, Kels!

Oh, shut the fuck up!
It's all the more for you, innit?

Walk her round, lad. It'll start getting
ropey out there pretty quickly.

I'll go with.

Make sure you drop a trail of breadcrumbs
so you can find your way home.

Is this what it was like
during the Blitz, Missus C?

What the feck
would I know about the Blitz?

-Do I look as if I'm 112 years old?
-Don't answer that, girls!

[laughter]

-[laughter and chatter]
-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

The pumps are off, so it's bottles
and optics only. And the tills are down.

So, cash in hand and no tick.

-[all] Aw...
-It's the end of the night.

No-one's got any money left.

Do you think I'm letting you lot
fill up on a tab after dark?

Best go and get the lobotomy reversed.

Jamie, that don't strictly apply
to family, though, does it?

Especially family.

All right, stick this behind the bar
and see how far it gets us, eh?

Must be 150 notes here.

Us priests get a lot of stuff,
you know, including money.

It comes and goes. It's not important.

I will accept your drink,
but I don't trust you one little bit.

Thought your lot took a vow on poverty?

Well, that we do. But, you know,
I get a regular monthly stipend.

You know, I don't have much use for it.

Don't fucking cloud the issue
with explanations.

Goes against nature,
a man giving away money?

Hey, you stick some tunes on.
It's like death in here.

-What part of "power cut" don't you get?
-[clatter]

Oi, what you doing?

We can't play Killer in the dark, can we?
Use your head, man.

[crowd cheering]

[man] Ooh! Ooh!

Look what that bitch upstairs
has done to my arse. Oh!

-[woman] Have you seen this?
-What's going on?

Blackout. Brings out more horn in folk.

I mean, where's security,
a night like tonight?

Went shopping. Said he were going to get
himself a new telly and some trainers.

This is fucking madness,
and not the good kind.

We're on top of it.

Where the fuck do you think
you're going with that?

I arrived with this. It's mine.

It's the same one as we've got.

Cheers for the guard of honour.
I'm sticking around for a bit.

-Mind if we stay?
-Do what you want.

-Just put it fucking down!
-Fuck off!

And so, Terry Mclnally is the one I always
think of as the one that got away.

-God!
-Give us one of them.

Well, I don't think
I have one that got away

because I don't think
I've ever been in love.

Oh, fuck off!

I was in love on a weekly basis
when I was your age.

I've told you before,
love and blow jobs, not the same thing.

[laughs]

What kind of women are you,
bragging to anyone who'll listen

about how many men
you've had between your legs?

Quite right, Patricia.

A woman's tickly bits
are for child-bearing only.

Anything else...
[Irish accent] "It is the Devil's work!"

[laughter]

I'm telling you something. We are
for child-rearing, every one of us.

I've had seven kids,

and I'd have seven more
if the clock was on my side.

-Well, having kids is not for everyone.
-Well, fucking should be.

-What else are we here for?
-I will second that.

-Well, I can't go with that.
-You don't have kids.

How do you know that, eh?

I've been around a long time
before I met you,

and I've still got a few years left in me!

[laughter]

And there's more to mothering
than just squeezing one out.

It's not just biology,
it's practical stuff, circumstances.

Oh, what, giving babies away?
Don't get me started on them.

I am a mother!

And any woman who gives
a baby away is beyond me.

I'm not having that.

I was adopted.

Oh, fuck.

So, Dominic's not your brother?

He is my brother.

Same DNA, same biological parents.
I'm sorry, just...

I could tell there was something about--

No, not him. Just me.

Born a year ahead of Dominic.

When he arrived, kept him,
sent me out to adoption.

Off I went.

Now, there's a story worth
cutting the fecking power for.

Get off me!

This is outrageous!
I want to talk to a fucking lawyer.

[moaning]

[moaning]

[Marty] Freak!

-Fucking hell, I nearly laid an egg.
-Didn't mean to startle you.

-What are you doing in here?
-I think I'm here for a reason.

What the fuck is this place?

It's the basements
of the council buildings.

Used to be a jail in Victorian times.

All the cop shops were shut
and no power. Judas!

-What did they get you for?
-I was mugged!

Coming back from work,
some scumbags thumped me,

grabbed my purse, bag, jacket, everything.

-So, how come they arrested you?
-I'm black.

They assume because of this and this,
I must be a criminal.

[couple moaning]

You're not. You've got a good soul.

I can tell.

How could she keep one
and give the other away?

-You'll have to ask her.
-You never traced her?

Nah, I've met her a number of times,
with Dominic, but she made it

quite clear
she didn't give a shit, no regrets.

You're a dark horse.
How long have I known you?

-[Gloria] Some things are kept secret.
-Not her.

I'm married to her son,
and I could tell you

how often she changes
the batteries in her vibrator.

[Mimi laughs]

Some people are just cold,
never intended as mothers.

Yeah, well, best guess is
that she's one of these women

who sees other women
as competition, a threat.

Fuck off! Her own daughter?

Dominic's her little prince.
Still is to this day.

I'm just some bitch she had the misfortune
to give birth to before he arrived.

-Yeah, but you get on all right with Dom?
-He's fucked up in his own way, but...

he's a good man.

Can't get my head around a mother keeping
one baby and giving another away.

-How old was your Gloria then?
-When she was adopted? Eleven months.

-Does that not bother you?
-'Course it bothers me,

but I haven't got a time machine, have I?

[cheering]

Yeah, it's probably why
she's such a hard-nosed bitch.

-Watch your mouth, all right?
-[Frank] I'm only speaking the truth.

Lovely girl, your sister, wrapped around
the temperament of a Tasmanian devil.

No wonder she's 40, single,
and got her brother for a lodger.

Fine. I will watch my mouth.

[loud chatter]

No pressure.

[all shout]

-Come here.
-Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi!

I don't fucking think so, mate, do you?

Try potting a fucking ball first.

-Truth or forfeit?
-Fuck off.

-Hey! Well, don't fucking play, then.
-All right, truth.

Okey-doke.

Other than Avril...

which woman have you most recently...
had a wank about, you dirty cunt?

-Fuck off.
-If you don't like the fucking question,

you can always take the forfeit, yeah?

Come on, speak the truth.

-Your Ruby.
-[all shout]

It's her fucking tits, man.
They're hypnotic.

I do know what you mean. They kind
of sit up all by themselves, don't they?

I mean, I don't even think
she's aware of it, Jackson.

-Your go, Frank.
-All right, all right. Fucking hell.

Late for vespers, are we?

-Oh!
-Time, Frank! You've lost a life!

-Fuck off!
-Truth or forfeit?

-Truth or forfeit?
-Forfeit.

-[cheering]
-Yes! You fucking star!

I don't like him
being exploited like this.

He's not a circus freak.

It's a fucking stupid forfeit, anyway.

Well, it's not so much a forfeit as a bet.

The hare and the tortoise.
It's the eternal question.

He's right, it's a stupid bet.
I'm five paces from victory.

Then demonstrate... your superiority.

Yeah...

a little pre-race pick-me-up...

will see me just fine.

Uh-oh!

Do I look like I want
to be fucking whipped?

Sorry.

Boiled in your very own milk pan.
Red Bull for the wrinklies.

Drink?

Cocoa with 12 sugars.

-Oh, I could do with a booster.
-What?

Not you!

How did it come to this?

-We're keeping it together.
-You look like a mole with a kink.

It's a mess. This fella's been
waiting here two hours.

That bloke's got so fed up,
he's gone home to shag his wife.

-That's how desperate he's got.
-I thought busy was good.

It's more than just a volume.
Size does matter,

in every sense,
but in here it's about turnover.

Count 'em in, count 'em out.
The quicker, the better.

There's not a man in here
that I couldn't have shooting his load

in three minutes or under,
from a standing stare,

because I'm a professional.

What are your lot doing upstairs,
rolling about in bed for an hour?

It's time to hang up the gusset, Trigger.
Put on the business suit.

Has anybody seen the paddling pool?

They didn't teach us this in sex ed.

-How d'you think people end up like this?
-Like what?

In rubber, nappies, Scottish, S&M.
I mean, what's all that about?

There must have been a time
they were just like us.

Idiots like these put food on our table
when I was little.

Mum brought a different bloke back
every night,

usually sober enough to pay her.

And what was it like?

I didn't know any better so I didn't care.

-And what about now?
-Doesn't faze me.

-Do me a favour.
-Mm.

Promise me you won't do any shit
like this, even when you get old.

Oi!

I insist on speaking
to a legal representative.

Oh. Good for you. I'm proud of you.

Whatever happened to human rights?

Don't let it get under your skin.
Golliwog!

-You fucking racist.
-I'm not.

You're the one who planted
the racist seed,

saying that they arrested you
cos you were black. Rubber lips!

I can't not say it.

So your Tourette's causes you
to be racist?

No. It's like,

if I said to you right now,
"big hairy arse..."

-[man moaning]
-...you can't not see one.

In some cultures, it's a sign of genius.

[shouting]

You little dickheads!
What you saying now, you little pricks?

You little shit-bags! Come on, then!

Come on! Fucking come back!

-What?
-Shut up!

Look, we don't really want them
to come back.

Scared or summat? I thought
you did all bodybuilding shit, man.

Yeah, I am scared. Me and you,
trapped here in the Alamo?

What are you going to do when they throw
a petrol bomb through the window?

Not with the price of petrol
these days, mate.

Second, it's not bodybuilding,
it's body-sculpting.

I don't want big fuck-off
Terminator muscles.

I'm a whippet,
but I'll be the perfect whippet.

Well, that's us sorted.

Why don't you come with us? It'll be
a fucking riot in the Jockey tonight.

Oh, you've got to guard
the shop now, haven't you?

Yeah, chill and have a beer.

What do you want to be
a little ferret for anyway?

Big muscles are fucking awesome, man!
Know what I'm saying?

-Not ferret. Whippet. Cheers.
-Cheers, mate.

Forty-eight, forty-eight,
forty-nine, forty-nine.

Fifty, fifty. Oh.

Light weights, rapid reps,
minimal recovery.

It's cardio, oxygen
to the bloodstream. Look.

Exhale on the up.
[exhales]

Inhale on the down.
[inhales]

Yeah? It's about strength and stamina.

[belches]
I'm naturally fit me, mate.

Oh!

You see, it's not about fitness.
It's about control, yeah?

Nothing can fucking touch me.

You haven't got any control. Nobody has.

-You're wrong.
-I'm fucking right.

Do you think I don't know that you're
laughing at me? That everybody is?

Fucking Shane. "Oh, Billy,
run to the shops. I'll time you."

Know what I mean?
I'm not a complete idiot, you know?

That's my role.
I don't have to accept it, but I do.

It keeps me warm, gives me grub.
What's the alternative?

Be your own man?

Listen, I've got a wife
who's got kids and grandkids here.

I don't want to be my own man.

-You're aiming low, mate.
-Well, look at you!

What's this going to do? Let you live
three months, six months longer?

[laughs]
Says who, Manchester man?

Fucking proud, mate! Any exercise
you can name, I'll take you, mate.

-I'll take you!
-Yeah.

Go on then, son. Let's have you
on that fucking bench, eh?

-[Marty] I am sorry.
-[couple moaning]

I know what a bastard
words can be, more than most.

Even when people don't say those words,
you know they're thinking them every day.

It's exhausting.

You mustn't judge people.

They know not what they do.

[couple moaning]

To the English,
I'm this fucking... darkie,

and to the Africans, I'm fucking English.

Jackson's mum, a proud Nigerian woman,

she thinks her son married beneath
himself, cos I'm from the Caribbean.

My mum thinks I've hooked up
with someone from the Dark Ages,

cos he's only second generation.

I'm tired of it.

[couple moaning]

Maybe that's my role...

To bring people together with my words.

Clit-lick every trip!

What are you on about?

I could have died tonight.

I mean, enough electricity to power
a city. Should have fried me. It didn't.

I think I've been saved for a reason.

[couple moaning]

I've been chosen.

[officer] Fisher, Martin.

Front and centre.

You're being released.

-How comes he gets out?
-[officer] How the fuck should I know?

It's an order from above.

-See?
-♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Hallelujah, hallelujah ♪

I'll be back to free you
and all your people.

Ah! Uncle Tom.

Well, on behalf of all my people,
don't worry about it. Jog on!

Where's my fucking phone call?

Oh, come on. Time's running out, Jackson!

-Oi, you're on the fucking baize!
-[cheering]

-Bastard. Terry? How's Terry?
-Moving at a lick!

-Time to leap into action, then.
-[men chanting] Terry! Terry! Terry!

Something amusing,
our Vatican correspondent?

I'm a happy drunk, Frank.

The last days of Sodom!
[laughs]

Where's my fags?

Oh, very fucking funny.

Oh!
You've got ten seconds left, man. Come on!

[crowd] Whoa...

-[cheering]
-Oh, you... Fuck off!

-Where's my coat?
-Wherever you left it.

-I hung it over the stool.
-Then you must have moved it.

I didn't fucking move it.

[voice echoes] Someone's had my parka!

-Sorry, mate, no sign.
-What? No, you don't...

It's... it's not just a...

Look, it's more than sentimental...
It's... I'll sue!

For the value of a parka? Here you are.
Call that

-a generous out-of-court settlement.
-It's all right for you, innit,

with your fucking pub,
and your wife and your... dimples!

-Hey, all my dreams come true, this.
-But what the fuck have I got, eh?

Once the lights come on, we'll find it.

Oh, there's been traffic
in and out all night!

Could be anywhere by now!

What kind of fucking lock-in is it,
anyway?

-It's just a coat, mate.
-No.

I wore that coat
the night our Fiona was born.

I was wearing it the night
she was conceived.

And now I've lost two wives.

Monica. Sheila. All my kids.

Little Debbie. Lip.

-Curly hair...
-Liam.

Liam. The other one.
They've all deserted me!

-Apart from Stella.
-[Frank] Apart from Stella!

That parka...

was me.

It was as part of me as a,
as an arm or a leg and...

[Shane and Jamie chuckle]

It's who I am.

Where did you get it from?

I stole it off a striking miner
on the bus.

He was coming back
from the Battle of Orgreave.

He'd had a skinful
to numb the pain of the battering.

Could have took his wallet as well.
Didn't.

Oh, you're all heart.

How...

will I...

recognise... me?

["Close to you" playing]

♪ Why do birds suddenly appear ♪

♪ Every time you are near? ♪

♪ Just like me they long to be ♪

♪ Close to you ♪

♪ Why do stars fall down from the sky ♪

[music stops abruptly]

Come on.

Let's you and me go
and have a look for it, eh?

Never know, your luck might change.

Yeah, maybe.

Thank you, Dominic.

Hey, look, Frank. Turtle wins again.

[terrapin squeaks]

[all laugh]

Excellent, man.

[helicopter flying]

[chuckles]

[choral music]

Bless you!

[chatter]

I really admire her.

Fuck off.

I do! Bold as you like,
in control, organising everyone.

Another time, another place,
she could have been someone.

What's with all the make-up, though?

Be back down in 15 minutes or less.
Hair-trigger discount applies, yeah?

The reason it's the world's oldest
profession is because it works.

Men are like them little
David Attenborough fucking monkeys

that eat ripe fruit
and tug themselves off.

Be at it day and night, if they could.
Endless demand.

Doesn't mean we have
to be sloppy or inefficient.

We get 'em in,
bleed 'em dry and get 'em out.

We get organised, we could rule the world.

Is that you, Kelly?

You are the only person I have ever met
where only one sense works at a time.

And so, Curtis Pendleton
is the one that got away.

Ha! Another one? A fair few
seem to have got away from you.

-"Escaped" is the word we're looking for.
-[Mimi] Hey!

Not too many escaped you, did they?

No. I brought pleasure to the masses,
and then my prince arrived.

He's my son, and even I think
it's stretching it to call him a prince.

Fuck's sake!

Don't tell me you believe in
all this "happy ever after" bollocks.

Yeah, I kinda do. I think you've got to.

There's a reason it's a fairy-tale.
Not one of us can escape our pasts.

[Ruby] Amen.

How can you have a past at 21?
Survive the fall of Saigon, did you?

Five years captive in Guantánamo
without so much as a drink of water?

Yeah, all of that.

We could all sit around
boo-hooing about our past.

[all] Boo-hoo!

-[shutters rattle]
-[men screaming]

Give it up, lads!

-Who the fuck's this guy?
-Fuck off! Fucking freak!

I won't harm you.

-You what?
-I love you!

-Jesus in a nappy!
-[choral music]

Freak!

-Fucking move on, you bastard!
-You bastard!

Fear not!

For I am with you!

[choral music intensifies]

-[music stops]
-[man] Fuck off, batty!

[chatter]

-Everything all right?
-Everybody's got history, you know.

-Everybody's got a sob story.
-Of course.

Sitting round,
all sharing each other's misery.

It's like getting the excuses in early

to explain why life isn't fair
for poor little old me.

I'm not sure what you're talking about.

Life is hard. You fuck up,
you pay the consequences. I have.

Well, we all have! So what's your point?

Look, you're adopted. It's a real shame.

You know, you're not
without your problems yourself.

All that soul-searching,
all that support from the group.

I've got an illness, but have you
heard me mention it once tonight? Nah!

Oh, yeah, so now you are the picture
of blame-free happiness, are you?

Yeah, my life's pretty fucking great!

And yet you're still an arsehole.

-Ah!
-[Ruby] What was that?

Oh, for fuck's sake.

-Take it easy!
-[all shouting]

[Mimi] Pack it in! Pack it in!

-[Ruby] Karen, stop it!
-[Mimi] Pack it in!

Fucking bitch! Jesus.

You've got some fucking balls
going for a Maguire!

Any time, bitch.

You're too young
for all these responsibilities.

Shut up! I'm concentrating!

I mean, you should be dreaming big.
The world's your oyster and all that.

Fuck all that. Be happy.

Doesn't matter what anyone else
thinks of you.

-Where's that going to get you anyway?
-Ahead.

Fuck "ahead". You waste your life
trying to get ahead.

Before you know it, it's all behind you.

-Did you read that on an ice lolly stick?
-Shut the fuck up!

You might be happy
being the water boy, mate.

Not me.

Fuck off!

You little pussy. What happened?
Thought you were going to beat me, eh?

-You distracted me!
-Yeah?

Let's do some proper exercise anyway.

All right, okay. Come on, then, son.
Show us how it's done.

Here, you never know.

It's not in here.

I tell you what. Have my coat, will you?
You know, keep warm while we find--

Oh, no, fuck off. I've got more chance
of getting in Terry's shell.

[Dominic laughs]

Besides, you're going to need it
when you wave Dorothy off

down the Yellow Brick Road.

Oh, right, that's because
I'm a Munchkin, right?

Yeah, maybe, but remember,
nobody stole my jacket.

Well, why would they?

[Dominic] What about there?

You never know,
someone might have slung it.

All right, then.

Stay there, won't you?

What is it with you, eh?

I can't work it out,
and it makes me very uneasy.

[grunts]
I don't know what you mean.

Oh, yes, you do.

You're out here scrabbling around

for a coat with some bastard
you can't possibly like.

-I like you, Frank, all right?
-See? That!

-What?
-There!

-What?
-I don't trust it.

I mean, I've done nothing but insult you
all night, and you just... smile.

So, what is it? Come here.
Come here, Rasputin. What is it?

What is it? And don't give me
all this "Jesus Zebadiah" shite.

Frank...

I believe in God, all right?
There's no two ways about that.

That's rock solid. See, I know that He...

-Or She.
-Yeah, or She, exists.

Grand designs, you know,
making all the plans,

whether you're a Jew,
a Buddhist, a Muslim, a Hindu,

a Shinto, we're all the same.

Whatever he, she or it...

it's there.

Well, as an avowed atheist,
I can only believe in God

when I can perceive
a direct personal threat.

Right.

But I'll choose not to ridicule
your superstition.

See, it's... it's just the people
that I don't buy into, yeah?

I mean, they're dishonest, aren't they?
They're in it for 'emselves.

It's all about me, me, me.

Yeah, I can see that would be
a drawback in your game.

Wouldn't want people to be selfish
in the church of God, would we?

Hey, confession must be a laugh,
though. And then there's the wine.

Drink?

No, thank you, it's not quite for me.
Not my vintage.

You know what? This is like
a needle in a haystack, isn't it?

Which is easier for a camel to...

pass into...

than... rich man.

That.

Bible stuff.

Oh.

Shall we just search in silence?

Frank?

[man] You fucking freak.

I need to save you.

Take you to the cop shop to help free
a Sister... Sledge! Hm. Hm. Brown Sugar!

[choral music]

I have power.

I don't want to hurt you.

Forgive me for what I'm about to do.
Crucify!

[music stops abruptly]

Ah! That's not supposed to happen.

-[siren blares]
-[Marty groans]

-Go!
-[tires screeching]

Ah... Ah...

I don't understand.

I have power.

Oh, we're never out, are we?

I'll go back round the Jockey
and get some more.

No, please. Um... Would you mind if I did?

I could do with some air.

-I will walk with you.
-No, really. I'd like to go alone.

-I'll tell Jamie you're coming.
-I'll be quick.

-Hey, go round the back at this time.
-[Mimi] Don't hang around.

Loads of knobheads roaming the place now.

So, is that, you know, why you left
the dog-collar business?

Lack of... A crisis of faith
in your fellow man?

What?

-Tossers.
-Yeah.

As far as I'm concerned, yeah.

And the official story?

-Alleged alcoholism...
-[tutting]

And the fact
that I impregnated a 16-year-old.

-Girl, I take it?
-Oh, yeah.

She was a girl I got pregnant, you know.

But she was all woman. I mean,

she could have passed for 20
any day of the week.

But she lost the baby.

Poor thing.

So, are you barred,
or just suspended for a few games?

The diocese put me on a 24-month
sabbatical, to get myself sorted.

Is that likely?

Look, Frank, I can have sex
with any girl I like, all right?

And I drink as hard as I can,
so I can't think... or remember.

But the demons live on.

You know, all that shagging and drinking,
yes, oh, I feel your pain.

I'm just lost, Frank.

So's my coat.
Let's just deal with that first, shall we?

Come on.

[chatter]

-Hey, look at the state of that.
-All right, darling?

-That you, Gloria?
-Oh!

You near gave me a heart attack.

Sorry. Er... Three bottles.
Two white, one red.

-Should see you through till the morning.
-Oh, I don't know.

-Patty really knows how to put it away.
-Hm.

-How's it going inside?
-Er... A sewing bee.

Yeah, we're all doing one patch each.

End of the night, we'll put them together
and make a big quilt. It's nice.

You'll be drinking camomile tea
while you're at it.

-Yeah, something like that.
-[Gloria chuckles]

Oh, fuck!

Hey, what?

I'm sorry. It's just...
It's been a really strange night.

Hm. Don't apologise.

Sorry.

No, I'm... I'm sorry.

[moaning]

[officer] Powell, Avril. Off your arse.

-Where did you get it?
-Caught the fuckers what did it.

-I told you I'd free you!
-Yeah, you foretold it.

Free from the shame,
from the chains of history!

It's important you understand this.

I love my history, love the West Indies.

Nobody's been through what we have.

Shat on for centuries,
on three continents, and still standing.

The most beautiful,
resilient people on the planet.

Where are you going?

Tell them I didn't do it. I saved you.

If you are the Messiah,
maybe this is your destiny.

-[officer] He's not the Messiah, he's a--
-Don't fucking say it.

Oh! Oh, you dirty bint!

You know, I wish I was more like you.
I admire you.

I can see that.

I mean, you might rant and rave
and all the rest of it,

but you're not complicated,
you're the sum of your appetites.

I have never been so insulted.

Hm.

Or flattered.

See, I need the distraction.
You live the distraction.

Takes discipline.

Your parka's gone, Frank.

Oh, I have faith.

Do you?

The non-existent Lord will provide.

Oh, God.

Oh, I'm tired.

Yeah, I know you are, son.

You won't always be, though.

Better get home, back to our Gloria.

Hey, hurry up now.

In case anyone else
has hopped on your toadstool...

-[Dominic chuckles]
-...and robbed your fishing pole.

[chuckles]

-I, er... I'd better...
-Do you want me to walk you?

No, that wouldn't be
a smart move, would it?

You've, er...

Thank you.

-Did Gloria come?
-Yeah.

[Kelly] We're not in it to make friends,
sweetheart. It's business.

And never forget that
we're in the fantasy business.

Never forget that
we're in the fantasy business.

-Behave.
-I am.

I'm cold.

The A-B-C of prostitution.
Always be coming.

In the fantasy business, always be coming.

Are you still a virgin?

No, I lost it when I was 12.

-Makes me sad.
-Me too.

If I'm still one when I'm 21...

Yeah, I'll marry you.

[chuckles]

-I mean--
-It's okay. I know what you meant.

[Lillian] It's like old times.

Two old slappers in pit helmets,

talking about spunk-to-cash ratios,
just like old times.

[they giggle]

-Hm...
-I'll boil a pan on the stove.

-Make us a cuppa.
-Go on, then.

I like it here.

Mmh.

Eighteen...
[groans and pants]

Nineteen...

-Twenty! Ah!
-[Chesney laughs]

Honestly, you're so shit, man!

By the time you're like 30,
you're going to be like 16 stone.

Big fat gut!

I don't give a shit! As long
as I'm happy and Mimi loves me.

No chance! You want the same as me.
You want to be the same as me!

You're wrong! I am happy.
You should try it.

You're not seeing what I'm facing, though.

Huh?

Another 40 years behind this counter
or another one just like it.

Told what I'll do, what I'll earn,
what my life is! But by who?

By a bunch of old guys with beards.

Yeah, with beards. See, I need
to be strong. I have to force it.

Ah!

Slow down, man!
It's a marathon, not a sprint.

There is nothing I can't do!

Nothing!

Ches?

Ches, what are you doing?

Ah.

What the fuck?
Chesney, what are you doing?

Ches! Chesney!

-Go, go, go!
-Hello?

-Hey! Manners!
-[men shouting]

What do you think you're doing? Fuck off!

It's me.

Still don't believe in you.

[Gloria] Some people think
you should embrace your mistakes,

make them part of you.

Why waste time and energy
feeling guilty? What's the point?

We're only human, after all.

Even those just starting out.

Thing about mistakes is,
when you're making them,

when you're in the middle of them,
they don't feel wrong.

Some even feel...

pretty good.

We need staff and we need 'em now.

We can't advertise for 'em
in the evening news.

There's only one man for me.
The best-looking man on the Chatsworth.

-[Gloria] It was a mistake.
-That happened twice.

[whispering] That won't happen again.

Ah.

-New fella? You never said.
-Nothing special.

Is everyone here to see Lillian Tyler?

Is that for the auditions for the whoring?

I see a bright future for you two.

[vital sign monitor beeping]

[theme music]

[mysterious music]