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I had words come into my head. I have to go back and stand there

to get the feeling sometimes. Then I always step back.

Leave him alone.

I will never see him again! I swear by Almighty God.

My dad took delivery of all the ingredients needed to make bombs.

I will not be part of your plans to murder people.

You'll be needing this. There's going to be another wee bang.

Fiona, last night I wrote a poem

that could also be a song. It's about you.

They call this harmony.

You'll do the tune, and I'll sort of talk and growl.

And I need to think of a way of getting Jeannie back.

The acoustics in this place are amazing!

A recording studio made by God.

Your dad says God can help me.

Then my dad's your man.

He's my man.

Gregory, what are you doing back here?

It's going to be OK, Dad,

cos I'm a soldier,

and I have a plan.

You're in a lot of trouble, Bardy.

They have your name for the train station.

I need to give them a big fish

so they let you and your dad off the hook.

I'm not made for this kind of work!

EAMONN: Kieran Doherty was just 25 years old.

He died today of starvation.

Consider that.

Think how the body craves.

And how strong the resolve must be.

Kieran Doherty refused food for 73 days.

Consider that.

73 days...

...where every voice in your head is begging your soul to give in.

That is the spirit at large among our people.

That spirit of defiance...

...and outrage...

...and anger...

...can only be inspired by the most despotic injustice.

Innocents shot in the back,

shot walking to school.

Houses broken into in the night by soldiers.

Mothers humiliated, fathers dragged away to camps for no reason

other than their belief in justice and freedom.

And now our volunteers locked up like common criminals.

All that happening to people like us

just a few miles across a narrow stretch of sea.

Ordinary men and women...

...made giants and heroes by the infamy of occupation.

Bardon.

How we respond to our oppression

will be remembered forever in songs like the songs you sing, Bardy boy.

You speak very well, Eamonn.

I hope that the boy listens as well as you speak.

Right.

She's ready.

Let's go.

♪ Right proudly high over Dublin Town

♪ They hung out the flag of war

♪ The world did gaze with deep amaze

♪ At those fearless men but true

♪ Who bore the fight that freedom's light

♪ Might shine through the foggy dew. ♪

Jesus, I've a question.

I made that promise that I made in your name for a reason.

Not because I wanted to.

I did it to save a boy.

I imagine you'll know him.

Dante.

You know what he's like -

helpless, like a...

Well, he's not really like anything.

Anyway, I made the promise that I made in your name

to save him from a beating.

Now I need your permission...

...to break that promise.

How do you feel, Bardon?

I feel OK.

So why did you just forget to indicate?

The last thing we want is to be picked up for a traffic offence.

Do you want some music?

You like music.

♪ ..hangs up the phone

♪ When you're in love with a beautiful woman

♪ You go it alone... ♪

Tell me, how's your music thing going?

It's going OK.

You're doing music with Dante.

Yeah.

He is a strange boy.

Yeah. I'm talking for a reason.

To be calm, you have to think of other things.

It relaxes you.

I don't like this stuff on the radio.

RADIO OFF All right.

What do you like?

Our own stuff.

Tell me about the music you're making.

Ska. Two-tone.

Never heard of it.

It's a mix of things.

Black and white.

Are you telling me no Irish ballads?

A bit of everything...

...from Birmingham and Coventry.

We're mixing everything up.

What? So, you're going to be famous, are you, Bardon?

Yeah.

One way or another.

♪ I bought my baby a red radio

♪ He played it all day a-go-go a-go-go

♪ He liked to dance to it down in the streets

♪ He said he loved me but he loved the beat

♪ It's just the same old show ♪ On my radio

♪ On my radio, on my radio, on my radio... ♪

What's happened to your promise to Jesus?

I had a very open conversation with him.

He knows ya.

And he likes ya.

He knows me through my dad, most probably.

Anyway, he said it's OK.

He said I only made the promise to stay away from ya to save ya.

And to break a bad promise for a good reason is OK.

So, I can see you again.

What do you think?

Jeannie, I don't want to talk, because I'm saving my voice.

Now that I am a singer as well as a poet, I've made a resolution

to only use 700 words a day, to save my vocal cords.

How many have you used today? 12.

Not counting since I met you.

So, don't talk, listen.

The main reason I needed to see you,

my dad fixes factory roofs.

I go with him sometimes.

He's working on a place in Coventry.

I was there today.

And it's fucking perfect!

Perfect for what?

For us to record in. To record my songs,

I need a place that is as much like Coventry Cathedral as possible.

Dante, this place is like a cathedral.

And it's empty for six months.

It's in Coventry, so Bardon's got no excuse for not turning up.

Come on, or we'll miss the bus.

When we get to the street,

we've had a volunteer disable the lampposts

directly outside the exchange.

Park in the darkness.

Kill your lights before you park.

Once we park, we get out and go our separate ways.

There's a phone box on the Alcester Road.

We checked. It's working.

You know the code word.

Yeah.

After you've made a call, go to your pub where people know you.

I don't go to any pubs. I'm still studying, you know? You are?

Still handing in my essays, like a good boy.

Then, that's good. That's OK.

Keep everything else in your life normal.

Yeah! Normal! Yeah!

Fuck!

TYRES SCREECH

Steady!

Jesus! You'll blow us all to hell!

Let's just drive through.

There's a fucking great hole in the road!

Well, find another way, then.

The exchange is on a dead end.

This is the only way in.

Well, that's real bad luck. Right?

Fucking awful bit of bad luck.

Right?

In this town they dig up the roads all the time.

I need to call command.

The fuck making a call!

This timer is set.

30 minutes, this van gets blown to hell.

Let's just find a police station and park outside.

I can't just pull a target out of the fucking air

without speaking to command!

They want no civilian casualties.

Wait! Who the fuck is that?

Dad, just tell me where to drive and I'll drive.

The boy sounds anxious.

No.

We go back and unload.

Terry, disable the timer.

Shit!

They dug a hole right where we wanted to go.

Awful, awful bad luck.

♪ Ba!

♪ Baah!

♪ Ba!

♪ Baaaaah! ♪

So what do you think?

You're right.

It's a cathedraaaal!

We can record everything here.

♪ Bo!

♪ Ba! ♪

So, now that we have a place to record and rehearse...

...all that we need, to turn my dream into reality...

...is somebody who knows what the fuck they are doing.

♪ Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir

♪ So that every mouth can be fed

♪ Poor me Israelite

♪ My wife and my kids, they packed up and leave me

♪ "Darling," she said, "I was yours to be seen"

♪ Poor me Israelites

♪ Shirt them a-tear up, trousers are gone

♪ I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde

♪ Poor me Israelites... ♪

The wanderer returns!

Her Majesty finally had the good sense to get rid of me.

You know, when I hugged you...

...I felt something touch my heart.

Ah, yes!

Here it is.

You have a use for this, in our peaceful city?

I've decided I want to make money.

Lots of money.

And in order to make money, I need to do the things that I'm good at.

Before I left, I was capable.

But now I've been trained to a higher level,

and I think I can take on some high-level work.

And you want to work for me?

No.

I've heard you're setting up a powder room.

I don't want to be part of that.

You heard that from who? Come on, Robbie, it's me.

I asked you a question.

GREGORY SCOFFS

OK.

So, next, you're going to shout, "Heard it from fucking who?"

And pull out your gun and start screaming and shouting

until I get scared and say, "Oh, I heard it from Wire, Mr Carmen!"

And you'll snarl and fire a round into the ceiling,

as if Wire's a dead man.

But you can spare me the theatre, because you know that Wire told me

about your plans, cos he knows he can trust me.

And you know you can trust me,

cos I've seen you sobbing like a kid and shaking like a leaf.

I know where all your horrors are buried.

I know what scares you.

Don't treat me like staff.

No smoking.

Fuck off.

I've been gone for three years.

I don't want to work for ya,

but I do need information about

who's out there in the city I can trust.

And I want to get permission, from those whose permission I will need,

to do the work I want to do.

You don't need permission from the Zulus.

There are people in this city more powerful than them,

and you know who I mean.

Our friends in Sparkhill.

I have no friends in Sparkhill.

Every construction contract that goes on in this city

goes through the hands of our Irish friends in Sparkhill.

Including the contractors doing this place.

I don't dig up roads...

...I don't sell cement...

...I don't deal in bricks.

I'm going to rob banks, Mr Carmen.

I'm going to rob airports and safe deposit boxes.

So I need to know which banks I should avoid,

which cargo flights I should leave alone,

and which boxes I should not open.

Before I start breaking the law in this city, I need to know the rules.

Most important of all, I don't want to upset anyone in Sparkhill.

I have no friends in Sparkhill...

...but...

...I do have a dialogue with some of them.

I would like to start a similar dialogue.

And why would they talk to you? You're an ex-soldier...

That was dismissed with dishonour for being Catholic

and having Irish family.

And there may even be things

that I know about how the British Army operates in Belfast

that might be of interest to them.

Are you fucking insane?

No, Robbie. I'm in a rush.

You would involve yourself in that lethal shit?

I owe my former employers nothing.

But thanks to them, I do have a lot of secrets in my head.

So next time you're speaking to the people in Sparkhill, tell them that.

Tell them that I'm planning to start my operation

and I'm interested in doing a deal.

A deal? With the Ra?

They will use you for their own purposes,

and then they will put you under the fucking motorway!

As long as they put me under the fast lane, it's OK.

Virgil.

If I can't have you...

...I keep hearing encouraging stories about your kid brother.

He can give a beating, and he can take a beating.

My brother has given and taken all the beatings he ever will.

You and I will do business,

but you will leave the boy

in the hands of the angels and devils of music.

My brother has decided he wants to be a rock star.

♪ So much trouble in the world

♪ Bless my eyes this morning

♪ Jah, sun is on the rise once again

♪ The way earthly things are going

♪ Anything can happen

♪ You see men sailing on their ego trip

♪ Blast off on their spaceship

♪ Million miles from reality

♪ No care for you, no care for me... ♪

I've come for the audition.

The advert said you're forming a band.

We're waiting for our lead singer to arrive.

He's just messing about while we wait.

♪ So much trouble in the world... ♪

Did you come far?

Sutton Coldfield.

♪ All you gotta do... ♪

What instrument do you play?

Drums. Do you have drums?

No.

♪ One more time, yeah. ♪

Dante! Yeah?

We have a drummer with no drums here for an audition.

Hello, Dante.

Look, if this is really embarrassing I'll just leave.

You play drums?

Er...

No, not really.

I thought drums might be easiest to fake.

You just hit 'em with a stick.

That's probably a really stupid thing to say.

But, Dante, I think you're going to be successful...

...and I want to be a part of it somehow.

Did you like the song I gave you?

Birdsong.

Yeah. I loved it.

That's part of the reason I came.

I think you've got something.

I wrote it for my nan.

Oh. That was just a demo.

We can record it properly now we have our studio.

But, Fiona, the thing is, when I put that advert up at college,

I meant we need people who can really play.

I'm serious about this.

I've decided this is my life.

I want somebody to join us who knows more than we do,

somebody who will help us do it properly.

At the beginning, I just wanted to write a song to give to you.

But now it's not about you any more.

This is what I want to do with my whole life,

so I have to take it seriously and do it right.

And then, when we're good enough,

I want you to be in the audience.

And you can dance.

FIONA SCOFFS

What have you done to your hair? Dante!

OK.

I understand.

I've written a new song.

You can stay and listen, if you like.

No, it's OK.

I want to be professional.

Yeah, you said.

I get it!

Dante!

What happened to your word count?

You're much better when you say nothing.

I'm speaking again.

My dad said my voice sounds better when it's rough.

Who was that?

And why was she crying?

Crying?

Oh, Dante! Was she here to audition?

That was the famous girl from Sutton Coldfield.

The girl you love? I think Dante has a new love.

Music. OK.

Here is the second song that I've written,

and it's even better than the first.

I'll show you but it needs your voice, Bardon.

I wrote it for your mum.

It's called Estella.

And it goes like this...

♪ When she smiles, she screws up her face

♪ Looks like the sun's shining in her eyes

♪ But when she cries

♪ She floods the place

♪ You have to swim to survive

♪ And when she sings

♪ You hold your heart, you feel like it will burst out of your chest

BOTH: # But when she drinks

♪ You hold your glass

♪ Cos she won't stop until there's nothing left

♪ Estella

BOTH: # You're much stronger

♪ Estella ♪ Than anyone I know

♪ Estella

♪ Even though you

♪ Estella

♪ Don't think so... ♪

We'll go from the top.

What key are we in? A.

♪ When she smiles

♪ She screws up her face

♪ Looks like the sun's shining in her eyes

♪ But when she cries

♪ She floods the place

♪ You have to swim to survive

♪ And when she sings

♪ You hold your heart, you feel like it will burst out of your chest

♪ But when she drinks

♪ You hold your glass

♪ Cos she won't stop until there's nothing left

♪ Estella

♪ You're much stronger

♪ Estella ♪ Than anyone I know

♪ Estella

♪ Even though you ♪ Estella

♪ Don't think so

♪ Estella ♪ You're much stronger

♪ Estella ♪ Than anyone I know

♪ Estella ♪ Even though you

COINS CLATTER

♪ Estella ♪ Don't think so

♪ Never had a tenner that she wouldn't give away

♪ Never had a bad word to say

♪ Estella

♪ Never forget that you've got people on your side

♪ Even when it all starts to slide

♪ And when the weather gets so heavy

♪ That you can't see

♪ Remember

♪ I've never been alone because of you

♪ And you will never be because of me

♪ Estella

♪ You're much stronger

♪ Than anyone I know

PHONE RINGS

♪ Estella

♪ Even though you

♪ Don't think so... ♪

ANSWERPHONE BEEPS

Estella...

...I have not heard from you for a while.

And I was wondering if you are OK.

I hope you're taking care of yourself.

I am always here if you need me.

ANSWERPHONE CLICKS AND BEEPS

MUSIC CONTINUES DISTORTEDLY

♪ ..even when it all starts to slide

♪ And when the weather gets so heavy

♪ That you can't see

♪ Remember I've never been alone because of you

♪ And you will never be because of me... ♪

MUSIC DISTORTS

Come on, Dante, let's get the bus home.

I don't get the bus home.

Please don't tell her, it's too weird.

What's weird?

It's not weird. What's not weird?

I'm staying at Bardon's mum's flat for a bit,

so I can be near the studio.

Dante sleeps on a settee

where he can overlook the M6 fucking motorway.

What part of that isn't weird?

I make her breakfast and water down her vodka.

And listen to her drunken stories.

And listen to her sing.

And then a song comes to me.

You have to sing what you do.

You have to sing your life.

You should write a song about your life, Bardon.

Something about telling your dad to leave you alone.

What the fuck do you know about my life, Dante?

I know things, Bardon.

I've found something that I know everything about.

I know if you're going to sing my songs,

you've got to sing without fear.

Oh, and by the way,

I've decided Estella's going to sing backing vocals for us.

OK, I'm going.

Dante, please tell me that last part was a joke.

Dante!

I don't think Dante does jokes.

Not about music. Not any more.

Even Miss Sutton Coldfield couldn't divert him.

He's giving this everything.

So, what happens to him when nothing happens for us?

Oh, shit! I've missed my last bus.

It's all right. I've got to go to Birmingham anyway.

We'll hitch a lift.

TRAFFIC RUMBLES

DOGS BARK

MUFFLED ROCK MUSIC POUNDS

ESTELLA SNORES

♪ Sun is shining, the weather is sweet

♪ Make you want to move your dancing feet

♪ To the rescue, here I am

♪ Want you to know, y'all, where I stand... ♪

Hey, do you want to come in for a cup of tea or something?

No. I've got a meeting.

What are you? A businessman?

What meeting?

You really, really don't want to know.

Is Dante right?

Are you doing something dangerous?

Ooh, come here!

♪ ..weather is sweet

♪ Make you want to move your dancing feet... ♪

Right, fuck off, then.

♪ To the rescue, here I am

♪ Want you to know just if you can

♪ Where I stand

♪ Know, know, know, know where I stand

♪ When the morning gathers the rainbow

♪ Want you to know I'm a rainbow, too

♪ So, to the rescue here I am

♪ Want you to know just if you can

♪ Where I stand Know, know, know, know, know

♪ Friday morning, scoo-be-doop-scoop-scoop

♪ Saturday evening, scoo-be-doop-scoop-scoop

♪ So to the rescue... ♪

OK, first the good news.

I told the others I want you to do backing vocals for the band,

and they said it was a brilliant idea.

Oh.

Also, I've made you breakfast.

Oh, God.

The bad news is, you've been burgled.

They broke in while you were asleep.

You must have been sleeping very deeply.

What are you talking about? They made a mess.

I cleared it up. But...

...things have been taken.

They must have known it was benefit day.

Your handbag is empty, your purse has gone.

Nothing else to steal.

You must have been sleeping very deeply.

Deeply?

I must have been dead.

I could hardly take those rings off myself.

How did I not feel it?

How do I not feel...?

Why don't you eat the breakfast I made?

Ugh...

ESTELLA GROANS SOFTLY

VOMITING

SIGHS

CIGARETTE LIGHTER CLICKS

A day dawns when you know you can't go on like this.

It's a line from one of my songs.

Estella?

Why don't we make that day... today?

That one's yours.

Sit down by it.

You need a good reason to be sat by the canal

at six o'clock in the morning.

Before you start, I want to say thanks.

What for?

For getting the road outside the telephone exchange dug up.

Did they buy it as a coincidence?

The man who sets the detonators is called Terry.

Terry...

OK.

He's suspicious as hell.

Well, that's unfortunate.

But I'll deal with it.

What does that mean?

You mean the boys at the Branch will have him face down in a canal?

It means I'll deal with it.

Caught a fish, Bardy.

What? Float's gone under.

Reel it in. Fuck's sake!

No, reel it in.

Yeah, yeah. Other way.

Fuck, I have no idea what I'm doing!

Not so hard.

You're going the wrong way. SPLASHING

Bardy! Fucking hell.

Well, you lost the fish. I don't give a fuck.

Fucking...

I don't know how to be a fisherman,

and I don't know how to be an undercover fucking grass.

Well, to be honest, the two activities are very similar.

You put bait on a hook and you wait.

Am I the bait or the hook?

You are the bait, I am the hook.

Well, my line's tangled to fuck.

Well, already, you've given me the bomb maker's name as Terry.

That's good.

The Branch will have him on their directory.

Was he tall, short, fat, thin?

Skinny. Brown hair.

OK. That'll be enough.

Already I'm of use.

Last night another hunger striker died cos of the cause.

A cause I fundamentally believe is just and good...

Bardy, don't bring good, bad and justice into this.

We're both just saving our arses.

It's this or 30 years.

If I'm caught, I'm dead. You won't get caught.

We'll both soon be free to live our lives.

Just stay calm and do as I say.

Stay close to your dad, and go to the Gate Hangs Well pub.

Listen out for mention of someone named Lemongrass. Lemongrass?

If you hear the name, they've taken the bait.

You can go now, Bardy.

I'll untangle the line for you.

Actually, how's my brother?

Your mad fucking brother

is blissfully unaware of the awful truth.

But he does seem to have the uncanny ability

to hear the truth in my voice.

MUSIC: Hong Kong Garden by Siouxsie And The Banshees

♪ Harmful elements in the air

♪ Cymbals crashing everywhere

♪ Reap the fields of rice and reeds... ♪

DOOR UNLOCKS

You the girl who was with Dante?

Yeah. He told me you work here.

Did he send you here?

No. No, I sent myself.

Made a fool of myself, didn't I?

When you left, you had tears in your eyes.

Poor me. Do you sing?

Not much.

Pretty useless all round.

How'd he make you cry?

By telling me the truth.

Yeah, he does that.

Mostly I don't care what people think.

But I actually got my hair cut.

Looks really good.

Do you dance?

That I can do.

Why?

I'm guessing Dante wasn't ever your boyfriend,

because he's not really human.

What planet is he from, do you think?

He can write, though. Yeah.

He recorded a song for me.

You are the girl from Sutton Coldfield.

Oh, is that who I am?

He kept talking about you.

He said he loved you.

I was just fuel for his poetry.

You say you made a fool of yourself. Well...

...you don't look foolish at all.

In fact, the other night when I saw you on those stairs,

I thought, "Wow."

There.

The image complete.

My breakfast.

You are a dark horse.

It's OK in here?

Police leave us alone.

Premises are owned by a guy called Carmen.

He owns half the city.

How difficult is it to learn the drums?

We need a drummer, drummers are easy to find.

But what we really need is someone who knows the record business.

Somebody who knows what people like,

what records people are buying.

People who buy records are boring.

I'd rather learn the drums.

We fuck this up, I don't think Dante will survive.

So I don't want to fuck it up.

Dante says you run this shop on your own.

So you must know the independent labels.

You do gigs here.

Talent scouts come.

CHUCKLES Worst people on earth.

But you know them.

Are you saying you want me to work for you?

No.

I'm saying I want us to work for you.

Either we're going to fly or we're going to crash and burn,

but we are going to do it professionally.

You're fucking mad, Virgil.

We Zulus have a golden rule.

A fucking strict policy.

Even Carmen has the same rule.

Don't fuck with Sparkhill and don't fuck with the Ra.

I just need the room for an hour.

I want 'em to see that I have associates who care for my welfare.

Soon as you come back to town,

every boat in Birmingham is fucking rocking.

Just make sure nobody breaks into it or steals the car.

If it was anybody but you, Virgil,

I would not even think about having those fuckers in here.

If they even know your name, you're on a list.

Should I bring you drinks?

IRA don't drink alcohol until after six.

No rum or whiskey until ten.

Show 'em in for me, will you?

Here we fucking go.

We got a message you wanted to meet representatives of

the recreation committee of the Sparkhill Gaelic Football Club.

I used to play in Belfast.

But the side I played for dropped me.

Yes, we know.

We know everything about you.

Shoe size? Size nine.

Afraid of spiders.

Three tours of duty, Belfast, Derry, Drumcree.

Front-foot fucker.

Discharged on grounds of psychiatric disorder.

But do you know the real reason I was discharged?

Just assume we know everything.

Everything.

The message said you might have something for us.

Well, I'm hoping that going forward,

I can have a favourable relationship with you.

What do you have for us, Virgil?

It is more a question of knowing how much they know and how they know it.

How much who knows about what?

Your boys went to the exchange

but the council had dug a hole in the road.

It wasn't a coincidence.

You have an informant in Coventry.

The Brits have gave him the code name

Lemongrass.

I know who it is.

But I don't know for sure who you are.

For all I know, you could be the informants yourselves.

So I need to meet your boss.

I will offer up the name for free

as a gesture to begin our relationship in a cordial way.

We'll be in touch.

Don't go far.

Don't be going anywhere.

I will be here, among my friends who are very kind to me.

You're very fortunate, then.

We're working-class people who share a common goal.

Hmm. You are my brothers and I'm happy to be working with you.

You're in this now.

There's no getting out.

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES DISTANTLY

DOOR OPENS

That was quick.

Is that good or bad?

Either I'll be dead within 24 hours

or I've got their attention.

Is that the little fucker?

Yeah, that's him.

Fuck off! Fuck off!

No, mate, no!

THEY SHOUT IN PROTEST

Hey! No!

PANICKED GROANS Oh, fuck!

Dad...

You ransack the home of my wife?

You steal the rings I gave her from her fucking fingers?

We didn't know she was connected to the Gate pub.

We didn't know!

Well, now you do.

And now it's too late to save your only physical means of propulsion.

No! No! No! No! No, Dad, no!

This is not Belfast.

And they did Mum no harm.

No! No! Please!

SCREAMS IN PAIN OK, OK.

You're done! You're done!

Now we do what we agreed.

You little shits better leave my mother alone,

or next time it'll be a bullet in the fucking head

courtesy of the Coventry Battalion, Irish Republican Army.

I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

Tell me where you sold the rings.

KNOCKING

Who's that?

Delivery.

Hello, Mum.

I've got something for you.

How did you get them back?

We found the burglars.

Who's we? Me and Dad.

DANTE PLAYS GUITAR

And what form of persuasion did you use?

Bardon, what do you think of my playing?

I asked you a question, Bardon.

I thought you might say thank you. Bardon, these are the chords for

Good Golly Miss Molly. Dante, will you shut up?

Did you use a gun as a form of persuasion, Bardon?

Did you lay hold of a gun belonging to the organisation, Bardon?

I thought you might say thank you.

FRONT DOOR SLAMS Go with him.

Basically, most songs are A minor, C, F and G.

Usually in the same order.

Nearly all rock music is just that.

I can do Blue Suede Shoes.

What the fuck, Dante?

What the fuck is it all about?

Chords.

Like words,

repeated,

like a map.

Or like stones across a river where the river is the beat.

Lately, when I close my eyes...

...I can see music.

I can actually see it.

I see shapes and colours and faces.

It's like my head is a fucking circus.

Even my dreams now are pieces of music with pictures.

And sometimes I'm scared of what I see.

Fucking scared.

Dante...

I think you and me need a drink.

TYRES SQUEAL

Get on the ground! Armed police! Get on the ground!

Right, you! Right, get up!

Get in the car! Get in!

BREATHES HEAVILY

♪ Oh, heaven

♪ Heaven is mine

♪ Oh, heaven, heaven

♪ Heaven is mine

♪ Heaven, heaven

♪ Heaven is mine

♪ Oh, I wanna go to heaven

♪ Heaven is mine

♪ I wanna go to heaven

♪ Heaven is mine

♪ Yeah, I wanna go to heaven

♪ Heaven is mine... ♪

Hello, Jeff, it's Fiona.

Somebody dropped off a tape I think you should listen to.

♪ Do you wanna go, do you wanna go, do you wanna go?

♪ Heaven is mine

♪ Because I wanna go, I wanna go, I wanna go

♪ Heaven is mine

♪ Oh, do you wanna go, do you wanna go, do you wanna go?

♪ Heaven is mine

♪ Oh, heaven, heaven

♪ Heaven is mine

♪ Oh, heaven, heaven

♪ Heaven is mine

♪ Oh, heaven, heaven

♪ Heaven is mine

♪ Oh, heaven

♪ Heaven is mine

♪ Oh, I wanna go to heaven

♪ Heaven is mine

♪ Do you wanna go to heaven?

♪ Heaven is mine

♪ Do you wanna go to heaven?

♪ Heaven is mine... ♪

CRIES OUT IN PAIN

♪ Heaven is mine

SCREAMS

♪ Heaven is mine

♪ Heaven is that high place

♪ Heaven is mine

FADING OUT: ♪ Heaven is that high place...

♪ Heaven is mine...

♪ Oh, heaven is that high place. ♪

Hallelujah. Hallelujah. Praise the Lord.

Praise the Lord.

Tonight,

I am going to talk to you

about temptation.

Look.

Yeah, Dante told me what happened.

But I got them back.

But you're not wearing them?

I don't approve of the way they were retrieved.

And I don't any more like what they represent.

See, this place look innocent and sweet but

after dark, this is where the drugs deals is done.

Good.

Without vodka, I need a bit of a lift.

How is my son?

In the past, has he tended to become obsessed by things?

Identifying birds.

He set up a bird table on a 22nd-floor window ledge

and it fall onto someone's car.

ESTELLA LAUGHS

And then there was space and spacemen.

That lasted for a while.

But he is an angel.

I want to make sure he's OK.

That's because you are an angel as well.

And this angel knows that if she sets off for home tonight,

she will detour to a shop that sells booze.

And when I wake up tomorrow there'll be another black hole in my life.

And you know?

You know it when you know it. And you know that's true.

Then don't go home.

Dante!

I told you before, it's not what you think.

This is my church.

What the fuck are you doing?

It used to be the words would come and...

...and I would put them in the right order and that was OK.

It was like having a job in an office.

But now music comes, but it comes like pictures that are alive,

and crashing waves, and some of them I can't look at but I have to look.

It's like having a job in hell.

And tonight they arrested Bardon.

Police with guns came.

They won't let him out ever.

I need him.

Without him, I can't get this stuff out of my head

and onto a tape. Not ever.

Dante, they're not going to keep him forever. How do you know?

They'll let him go day after tomorrow for lack of evidence.

Look, I didn't want to have to tell you any of this.

It was me that set Bardon up to be lifted.

He was attracting too much suspicion.

So having him arrested should remove some of that.

And, yeah, they give him a bit of a beating

but it's just to make it look real, and then they'll let him go.

You set it up?

Yeah, I did.

I'm trying to save his life.

He's my fucking lead singer!

Yeah, and if it wasn't for me,

he'd be your lead singer mixed into concrete.

And telling you that got you to get off the edge, didn't it,

you stupid fucking bastard?

I wasn't going to jump.

I was just praying.

Go to church, like normal people.

We're not normal people.

Yeah, well, no-one is.

Not round here.

Shall we go get a drink?

Nah...

Let's go home.

OK. Come on.

DEUCE AND ESTELLA GIGGLING

DOOR OPENS

You're back early.

You're in bed early.

What you doing here, Dante?

What's Estella's cigarette lighter doing here?

CIGARETTE LIGHTER CLICKS

You look a bit tired, Dad.

You should probably go back to bed.

I'm going to bed as well.

You staying for good?

I'm back to make a decision.

I'm happy for you, Dad.

I am.

But just make sure that you lift her up,

and don't let her drag you down.

Hendrix, Holiday, Joplin, Morrison.

Vicious, Williams, Bonham.

Did the words come at you like hail?

Did the music make the words fail you?

A mountain in your head with music streams

drowning your day and flooding your dreams.

Should I rise with it?

Like a car in a tsunami.

Will I go with the tide, or will I go...

...barmy?

Gone already, that's for sure.

So in for a penny, no desire for a cure.

Let it come, let it flow.

Let college go to hell.

Add to the previous list this Brummie rudeboy, as well.

Heaven or hell.

I don't care.

Let it come.

♪ Blue moon

♪ Now I'm no longer alone

♪ Without this dream in my heart

♪ Without a love

♪ Of my own. ♪