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THEME MUSIC

CHEERING

One of the yellows has kicked it. Where?

Um...

Now one of the reds has kicked it. Where?

Back to where it came from.

WHISTLE BLOWS One of the yellows has fallen over.

The referee is blowing his whistle. I can hear.

Now the one that's fallen over is getting angry. (CHUCKLES)

Now everyone's getting angry. Is it always like this?

HEART MONITOR BEEPS

ALARM BEEPS

Jesus. Tea's in the pot.

You wet the bed.

It's a big game today, son.

Yeah, after a four-hour shift.

Good luck with the match today, Billy.

Thanks, Jacko.

"I've always wanted bigger tits," she says to me.

I said, "Why don't you get a bit of tissue paper

and rub it between your tits at least once a day?"

"How's that going to make my tits bigger?" she says.

"Well, it worked on your arse!" I said."

Never cooked a meal since. She's got no sense of humour, that woman.

None at all.

Here he comes on the touchline on their left.

Put inside. Come on, lads!

He's got it to the outside of the box, Billy's got it, Billy's got it!

Right on the outside of the box.

Yes, a goal! What a goal!

Brilliant! Player No.2 on the edge of the box,

got it back, just curled it right in there, goalkeeper had no chance.

Brilliant! Oh, he's got it, John, your boy's got it!

Brilliant, Billy!

George Best? Yep.

Better than Thierry Henry? Definitely.

Did you ever see Best play? Yeah, get off my trifle.

(CHUCKLES) No, I mean, did you ever see him.

Did Best play when you could see?

Yeah, yeah, he did.

So who are the flowers for?

Cheeky, it's my aftershave.

(CHUCKLES) It's a bit strong, isn't it?

20 quid a bottle, it should be. You know why George Best was so good?

Cos all the defenders were crap. Too slow, they'd catch cold.

So does smelling like a woman help you pull?

(LAUGHS) Plus my film star looks and wonderful personality.

Oh, what did Brian say?

Oh, you don't want to know. Oh, what?

He said you were born idle, greedy and one-footed.

(LAUGHS) He's as blind as you, Dad.

See you. See you!

George Best...

TECHNO MUSIC THUMPS

Hey, Mr Popular!

Hey, you're the footy star, I'm the pop star.

(CHUCKLES) Oh, fanny everywhere, lads.

Your round. Yeah, I know.

You with the sponsors tomorrow? Yeah.

What, you getting kitted out and that? Yeah!

Get us a pair of trainers, will you?

Buy them, you're minted! It's not the same, though, is it?

You know I love you. Oh, stop it. You talk shite.

You're my best mate and I love you!

Don't forget - size nine!

Getting them or what? Yeah, remember last time, right?

I'm always first on in getting here, mate.

Terry, I'm always first getting them, man, I'm sick of it.

Twice the price of anywhere else, yeah.

Are you Laura Hammond? Are you Billy Roberts?

What happened to the brace? What happened to the spots?

We used to call you jaws! We used to call you Billy the boil.

Oh, thanks. Your best feature.

What you doing round here?

Watching all the tablet heads.

Are you on one? No!

Footy player - City, under 19s.

Am I supposed to be impressed?

Yeah. What about you?

Art director. A what?

It's a posh name for a hairdresser. I work at Peter Marcus in town.

I go past there! You ought to try going in.

(CHUCKLES)

I think your mate has copped off. Oh, yeah.

Not letting you walk home on your own, am I?

He wasn't always blind.

He was a docker. Bail of cotton hit him in the face.

Got a disease off it and lost his sight.

(SIGHS)

Is this it, then? Yeah.

Still comes to watch me play, though.

Stands on the line and gets commentary off someone.

Want my number? Yeah.

So when? Whenever.

Sponsor's do tomorrow night at the club.

At the City? Yeah.

Will the players be there? After a first team man, are you?

(CHUCKLES) No, but there is that nice Spaniard.

(LAUGHS) I'll pick you up here, then, about eight, yeah?

Yeah.

One strip each! One tracksuit, one pair of trainers.

First of all, a sports bag each to put them in.

And remember, you only wear it at the club.

No hanging round in them, right?

Hey, look.

LAUGHTER AND CHATTERING

You know why I'm here, Billy?

Shall we go back and look at the camera

or shall I just look in the bag?

I took an extra pair of trainers, coach.

It's a serious offence, Billy.

When we get back to the club, go straight home.

We'll sort this out on Monday.

All right, you lot, stop nosing.

Get back on with what you were doing.

Coach, sponsor's do tonight?

I don't think so, lad. Do you?

A pair of trainers.

A pair...of trainers.

(SIGHS)

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for crisis talks, what about our troops...

HORN BEEPS

PHONE RINGS

Hello? Who's speaking?

Oh. He's not in, Laura.

I'm sorry, mate.

It was my decision. You asked me to do it.

I could've said no, but I didn't.

It's a good job your dad's blind, innit, or he'd kill me.

(CHUCKLES)

What? What?

Not bad.

I can see what it's done to me, but I'm guttered for my old man.

My old man can't take what's been done to him

but he's guttered for me.

Anyway, I can make it up to you.

I'm taking a load of weed up to Glasgow, you can be my partner.

No way. I can't even get away with a pair of trainers

let alone a bag of weed. What?

Act like I'm not here, won't you?

What? What's wrong with me being your partner?

You're a knobhead, that's what's wrong.

Oh, piss off, you prick.

Billy, they're not going to sack you anyway, you dick.

They're not going to sack you, think about it.

Chelsea offered 32 mill for Steven Gerrard, right?

Who's to know you're not the next Steven Gerrard?

Are they going to throw away 32 mill for one lousy pair of trainers?

You're right.

Yeah.

Mr Roberts, do you know the temptations

that face modern-day footballers?

Gold-diggers, drugs, night clubs, the media?

We need boys who can resist temptation.

William's proven that he can't.

Oh, give over, of course he can.

He didn't even take that stuff for himself,

he took it for a mate.

He stole it, Mr Roberts. He's a thief.

He's not a thief.

We can't have thieves in the dressing room.

If you're part of a team, every member of that team has to trust you

and they can't trust Billy because Billy's a thief.

I said...he's not a thief.

You trying to say that he'd steal from his mates? No way.

No way would he steal from his mates.

He took something from a big multinational,

he didn't go down his mate's pocket!

He pinched something from a company that wouldn't miss it.

And he did it cos his mate asked him to.

He took a risk on behalf of his mate, now, that's loyalty.

There's nobody more loyal than my son.

You ask any of the team, I know them all.

I follow every game, you know I follow every game.

Nobody gets more respect than my son.

I reckon there's no-one deserves a second chance

more than my son.

I'm sorry, Mr Roberts.

Um...

Right, what about if he goes somewhere else, then?

Bolton? Better yet.

We'd have to let them know the circumstances.

Thanks for listening to me.

I'll tell you something, though.

This lad here gets up at six Monday to Friday,

he does four hours in a dairy and then he comes here to train.

Now that is hunger, dedication,

and desire.

I'm proud to call this lad my son.

Is it true?

They've sacked you?

What for? Leave it, Brian.

Stole a pair of trainers.

What? Billy.

KEYS JINGLE

Tell me the truth, will you, Brian?

Yeah. Is he good enough?

Of course he's good enough!

You're not just- No!

(SIGHS)

Did you want a cup of tea?

(BREATHS SHAKILY)

Yeah.

How'd it go?

You'd be the next Stevie Gerrard? Whoa!

Gonna be all right! Never gonna get rid of me for a pair of trainers.

And you had me believing you, you knobhead!

Why didn't you just keep your bleeding mouth shut?

Take it out on Terry, right? Jesus!

Are you bent? What?

I said, "Are you bent?" Cos you're always going on about Terry.

Are you jealous of him? Hey? You're queer.

Piss off. Yeah, go on.

Stay away. Don't worry about it.

What you looking at?

Listen to the voice of experience, mate.

Soon as you marry a bird, she starts putting weight on.

Say four pound a year.

Doesn't sound like much, does it? Four pound a year.

But after 20 years, that's 80 pounds, hey?

But what's that? 80 pounds, that's nearly six stone.

So that nine-stone bimbo you married is not 15 stone

with an arse like an elephant.

SLAPS TRAY Come on!

Piece of shite, this car.

Go on! GO! ENGINE REVS

So what about Jaws?

Her name's Laura.

I should've given her a ring to say I couldn't make it.

She'd have only started asking questions, you know what I mean?

It was too good.

Too good to talk about it.

Yeah.

I was doing all right until he said he were proud of me

and that's because I've never needed to hear it.

He must've though...

I'm not putting you off your food, am I?

Must've thought I needed to hear it.

What did you say to Mick?

MOBILE RINGS

Took off at him, didn't I?

Ello.

Yeah, I'm in the cafe now.

Sure

I couldn't get off at my own man, so I had to get off on Mick.

Did he say anything to you about it?

Watch my back. What?

You're my backup. What?

How much? Five K.

Sshh, get in the car. You stupid bastard! Five K a week?

Get in the car. What's your problem? I'll never do that again, Terry!

What's my problem? We could've been nicked! Five kilos of weed?

That's me, three years! You're safe.

You've got a bleeding cheat, Terry. How much do you want?

You know I'm not into all that shit. What you do is your business.

Couldn't care less about your money! Wouldn't touch it with a barge pole!

Jesus Christ, just keep me out of all that shite!

So what you going to do?

Just drive us home.

The footy's gone! So what you going to do?

I'm not listening, just drive us home.

Work in that dairy? Up at the crack of dawn, working your bollocks off-

I'm not listening! Are you driving us home?

Two weeks off, if you're lucky.

Get to 65 and you've got nothing to show for it.

I'm going to be sorted while there's still time to enjoy it. Piss off!

Mad arse.

Come to Scotland with us.

Mako's paying good money.

All I'm doing is dropping a bit of weed off for him.

So come with us!

Come on, be my partner!

I tell you what all that partner shite is about, shall I?

You're frightened. You get caught, you want me to get caught with you.

You get banged up, you want me to get banged up with you.

So piss off, Terry, or I'll boot your car in!

That big, fat, sweaty-arsed cow

is doing my head in.

"You never talk to me," she says.

"You come home from work, in front of the telly,

can't get a word out of you!"

What's there to talk about?

"You talk at work, don't you?" That's different, isn't it?

I haven't been married to Billy for 20-odd years, have I?

Besides, it's all new stuff to him.

Interesting. Stimulating.

What?

I've had enough.

Billy!

ANNOUNCER: Due to points failure in Stackpool...

The next train arriving at platform two

will be the 7:34 to Glasgow Central,

stopping at Preston and Carlisle.

Hey, good on you, lad. Get in some more, eh?

Did he take Scottish? Yeah, more than I do English.

Sorted! With a 10% charge, the cheeky bastard.

Pay tax next, won't we? (LAUGHS) (LAUGHS)

Can I have a minute?

I'll see you in there.

You've got 30 seconds starting now.

This lad in the team, right, best mate in the team, good player.

Everyone says he's going to make it, he got caught nicking trainers.

He didn't nick them for himself, he nicked them for a mate,

but it's no excuse to them, right. It's still nicking.

They were gonna throw him out, he had to go down the club

and beg them to let him stay but they threw him out.

And he was guttered and he gave me a bell,

and I went round to his house and we talked and we talked

and I couldn't say to him, look, I've got to get off.

Cos he was pouring his heart out, do you know what I mean?

I'm really sorry it happened, but it happened cos I was helping a mate.

I was looking forward to taking you out and showing you off.

I was buzzing with it.

What you doing tomorrow night?

Stegalini's, eight o'clock.

Right.

I'm going to order the most expensive thing they've got.

(SIGHS)

All right, Dad? You're late, son.

Yeah, I'll go straight up. Right.

I love you to bits, you know, Dad.

Proper love you.

Really, really love you, Dad.

What? What?

What are you on? Nothing!

I said what are you on? Nothing!

We'll go to Crewe, son, yeah? Dad!

Know a good player when they see one.

It's a waste of time! Doesn't matter! They will take you.

We'll talk to them all, tell them what happened!

Dad! They'll take you!

They won't!

Will you come with me to clubs? No!

No!

(MUTTERS) Bloody stupid little bugger, you are.

Stupid! (MUMBLES)

MOBILE BEEPS

What's up with you?

What's up? Yeah.

You never said we were picking up coke!

Coke, weed, what's the difference?

Five years! Bollocks.

Where are we stashing it?

In yours. No way!

Your dad's blind, isn't he?

Exactly.

Well, phone Mick, then.

I can't.

I took off at him, didn't I?

He'll do anything you say and you know it. Phone him.

A week or two, Mick, yeah?

No probs.

Sorry, mate. Nice one.

TECHNO MUSIC THUMPS

Yeah, he could've been a footballer.

Flash car, loads of dosh, yeah.

He could knob you on the Friday, right,

and see him on telly on the Saturday

and tell your mate, I were knobbing him last night.

He's not a footballer no more, yeah, but he's still got the dosh,

so he's still knobable. Mick!

he's still knobable cos he's got the dosh.

Say there were two of him. Shut up!

Getting in there. You pushed me out of the way before

but I'm getting stuck in now, so shut up.

Two of him, both exactly the same, same face, same voice,

same everything, everything about him,

but one's skin and the other one's minted, right?

Who'd you go for? The one that's minted, don't you?

The one that's minted, obviously.

Don't that go to show that all birds, all women, on the game.

Don't it prove that?

Hey, come on!

Should I tell them about my golf? Go after them, eh.

Oh, prick.

You know what, mate? I came out with you, didn't I?

And you left me standing there like a dick.

You are a selfish bastard.

Well, I'll see you later, yeah?

Wanker.

Do you want a lift?

So you made the squad, then?

Yeah.

Which number?

36.

Is that good?

No.

It's kind of on the fringes of the squad.

So do you want a lift?

I'm seeing a mate.

Stegalini's tonight.

What time? Eight.

OK.

You'll be there?

Yeah.

Right.

Nice car. Who's that?

Kirsty, Mr Rob. Mick's sister.

Hi, love. Saying how nice Billy's car is.

Very, very nice.

♪ Waiting for you call, baby Night and day

♪ I'm fed up I'm tired of waiting on you... ♪

Billy's car.

♪ Time goes by so slowly

♪ Time goes by so slow- ♪

Where'd you get the car?

Bought it.

Where'd you get the money?

Borrowed it. Who off?

What's with all the questions? I said who off?

Terry. And where did Terry get the money?

I don't know, do I? You're lying.

No, I'm not.

How much was it?

It's only a cheap thing. How much?

A few hundred quid.

And what make is it, then?

X3. What's the reg?

Billy, I'll go next door and ask them.

S reg.

And it's not a few hundred, is it? It's a few thousand.

Yeah.

Come here. What?

Come here.

That is the first time you have ever taken advantage of my blindness.

I'm going out.

So where do you play? Up front.

A striker?

Yeah.

Look, I lied about being in the squad.

Why?

I don't know.

You don't play for City?

No.

So how do you make your money?

They pay me. I'm just not in the first team's squad.

I will be one day, but...

..I...

CLATTER

What's wrong? Nothing.

All right! All right.

Should we join you? What?

Should we join you? No.

Tell it straight, Billy, why don't you?

We're talking. She can talk.

We're being on our own, you know what I mean?

Right.

Well, don't forget to fill that tank up tomorrow morning.

Right. I'll come and say hello.

I don't like him.

(SIGHS)

Right then, what have we got? Ready to order?

A minestrone soup and the sea bass.

It's on me!

His scran's on me!

Must have had a win on the horses.

Dad?

Is it drugs?

Yeah.

Get out.

(EXHALES)

I'm gonna go over at my mum's. (SCOFFS)

You'd have a lot in common now.

I know why she got off. You do, do you?

She got sick of having to be good.

I have to be good cos my dad's blind.

And I feel so sorry for him.

(SIGHS)

I have to make him proud of me cos he's blind.

You get sick of it, Dad.

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

(KIDS ALL TALK AT ONCE)

KNOCKS

Yeah, what is it?

Cathleen Roberts?

Cathleen!

Yes? Someone's here.

I'm not decent.

You're never fucking decent and that's your problem, isn't it?

Who is it? It's Billy.

Billy who? Your son, you stupid bitch.

What do you want?

Is Mick in? Mick!

What's up? What?

What's wrong? I'll tell you what's wrong.

There's an excuse for Terry - he's a gobshite.

An excuse for him - he's a soft shite.

But you...

You prick!

(SNIFFS) Ah, take no notice.

What's up?

I need to keep my head down.

Oh, yeah, yeah. Come in.

I'll be in the back. I'll be in the back.

So, you'll be on your own, yeah?

Yeah.

All right.

Here's a tip - get in the bathroom

before soft girl, big sister there, right,

cos she'll be in there all morning, mate.

You got to get in shooting, get shooting, all right?

You know, I've shit myself, you know.

I've shit myself in my own house

waiting outside that bathroom for her.

Cos she got to get in.

The thing that gets me - she looks exactly the same as she comes out.

Spends all morning there and looks exactly the same as she comes out.

I mean, exactly the same, exactly the same.

What are you on, Mick? Nothing. Why are you asking that?

Just asking. I've had a little bit of weed.

Where is it? Where's what?

The coke.

Here, mate.

Safe and sound, safe and sound.

We're shifting half tomorrow, you know.

Shifting half a key, oh, yeah. Shifting half a key.

I'll see you tomorrow.

You keep your head down. I'll see you tomorrow.

See ya.

Kirsty, I need the bathroom.

Kirsty! Kirsty!

(SNIFFS)

I'd say, well, I'll go for it.

I say you play footy. Right, you played footy.

You see me play footy. What am I like?

Shit.

Harsh, but yeah, it's true. Am I half as good as our Billy?

No. That's right. Cos Billy is like ten times better than me.

100 times better.

You all right?

That pizza. There's nothing wrong with it.

Think about it - Tiger Woods is not 100 times better than me.

Cos he's...he's playing, like, Crest and yeah.

You get your piece of piss. Tiger gets round about 55.

So that means I've got to get round 110 to be half as good as him.

I'll do that easy. I can get one about...

Is that you, Mick? Yes, Mr Rob?

Get these to Billy, will you?

Yeah.

John! Billy's there, John.

What happened to you two?

Him!

(SIGHS)

ENGINE STARTS

TYRES SCREECH

DISTANT SPORTS ON RADIO

RADIO: 'At Old Trafford, the kick-off here

at four o'clock, it's Manchester United

against Chelsea in the premiership.

Chelsea, the champions, of course,

the premiership leader, six points ahead of Wigan

go against for this game today

Manchester United, 13 points behind.

This is United's final chance to get a embroiled

in the title race...'

I tried too hard, Eddie.

I'm blind.

So, if my son fails, if my son goes bad,

then it's because I'm blind and I didn't want that.

So, I was just always on his case all the time.

We didn't talk, I was just always on his case.

You talked. No, no.

About football, yeah. But nothing else.

We never even talked about his mum.

Always football.

I drummed it into him.

You don't drink, you don't smoke.

Football, football, football, well, now the football's gone.

And it just feels like he's never left.

Drugs.

It's not your fault, mate.

Not Billy's either.

If everybody around would have been into art,

he'd have got into art.

If they'd gone down the mine, he'd gone down the mine.

He might have said he wouldn't,

but you'd have seen him merge with money, birds, car.

You'd have followed him down the mine.

Well, nowadays...

..it's drugs.

SPORTS COMMENTARY ON RADIO

MOBILE RINGS

Get the phone.

MOBILE RINGS Answer the phone.

Yeah?

No. Spiller.

He's driving.

He's saying the bags were lined. No.

They couldn't have been.

All right.

He reckons it's eight grand, mate.

Yeah. RADIO STOPS

Hello?

Right, well, I'll make it up to you then next drop, yeah?

Yeah. In a bit.

They've had us off.

We should have weighed them.

Could have been Mick.

Nah! He's a mate.

Besides, he's a coward. He knows Mako would kill him.

Must be those two.

Well, next time we're weighing them bags.

♪ ELECTRONIC MUSIC THUMPS

I'll see you right, mate. When you're in the nick?

No, no. I'll sort it, yeah. Come on!

Yeah?

My brief said I'm gonna get sentenced for four years!

Yeah, four years, man!

I need to spend the rest of that time getting blipped.

Billy! We need to get rid of them.

Look after old Mick.

Look at me, honestly. Eh?

Come on! Eh? (LAUGHS)

I'll sort you out. Come on. Do it that one, then...

..I won't ask you again, I promise you.

♪ INTENSE ELECTRONIC MUSIC

The bags were light.

Who's let that twat Sean in?

Mick, the bags were light.

Once he's here, he won't go. Mick! Mick!

The bags were light, all right?

Why telling me? Go and see your partner.

You've been dipping.

You've been dipping right up until five minutes ago

because you're off your bleeding head.

I haven't got... God knows how much you've had up your nose

but it's a lot, so let's... You're talking shit.

You're talking shite, Billy.

They're gonna weigh their bags. I've done nothing.

Mick! They're gonna weigh their bags.

That means that you're finished. Terry won't do it,

he's my mate... It's not Terry, you soft bastard!

It's Mako. And he'll kill you.

So whatever you've had, whatever you've dipped,

you're gonna have to put back.

Why? What?

Why? Why should I put it back?

Because you're dead if you don't. It's my wages.

You're making brewsters, Terry is making brewsters,

and I'm getting nothing.

You know, our house is full of coke, Billy,

that's 15 years if I'm caught,

and I'm getting sod a lot of it, well, fuck you!

I'm taking my wages.

And if Mako says anything, I'll tell him straight.

I'll say, "Oi, Mako!" Yeah?

"I'm taking my wages. So piss off", that's what I'll say.

I'm taking my wages. Hey.

Get off me. I'm telling you straight.

I'm your mate and I'm telling you straight.

I'm telling you how it is. Mate!

Yeah, mate. I'm a mate.

I'd do anything for you, Billy. Anything.

I'd go to the wall for you.

But you...

..you call me all sorts, Billy. And you did one.

And you never came knocking till you needed some soft bastard

to stash the coke, that's not a mate.

So, leave me alone.

'BELIEVE' BY THE CHEMICAL BROTHERS

Yeah!

Give up. Oh, for fuck's sake.

I've left the kids at home.

I'm not leaving here without you! Leave me alone!

♪ I needed to believe in something

♪ I need you to believe in something

♪ I needed to believe something

♪ I need you to believe in something

♪ I needed to believe. ♪

Come on! Come on, Billy!

♪ ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYS

(GIRL SCREAMS)

Mick! (COUGHS)

Mick, it's Billy!

Mick, I need to get you on your side. Stay still!

Someone give us a hand for Christ's sake!

Help me, will you! (COUGHS)

Mick, I need you to keep on your side, mate. On your side!

Worried about him, were you?

Yeah. Yeah!

Cos if he'd died, there would have been all kinds of questions asked,

wouldn't they? Starting with where did he get that shit from?

You should be in there. He didn't get it from me.

Not him. Mr Cool, selling all kinds of shit to kids,

selling death to kids, that's cool, is it?

He didn't get it from me, right?

And you.

I used to be made up when he was with you.

Billy's into football, Billy's into keeping fit,

it's all right if he's around with Billy.

And Billy turns out to be a drug dealer too.

You're a scumbag, Billy.

Just like him!

A scumbag!

He must have been dipping.

Laura!

Laura, stop it!

I'll never go near the stuff ever again, I promise!

Look, I was feeling down!

Eh? I got thrown out of the team and I was skint.

I was skint and I was feeling shit.

Terry offered me a chance to make some money!

Please, you got to believe me.

I'll never go near it ever again!

Look, I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry for...

Cos of Mick then and cos of you right now.

Please, Laura.

I'm sorry. Let me pass!

Look, I was always gonna tell you about the football.

Let me pass, Billy! And about the drugs!

Let me go!

I was always gonna tell you about the football!

He's been dipping into the stash.

Youse all did and Mako's getting angry.

Yeah.

You knew?

Stevie Wonder, you git.

Well, he needn't bother getting out of here, then,

cos he's gonna come straight back in again.

Nobody lays a finger on Mick.

He's in here cos of selfish bastards. Get off me now!

Fuck you, selfish bastard! Get off me.

We've used him, we fucking used him.

You stay awake from Mick, all right?

You don't drop Mick in there.

He dropped himself in it.

Mako's gonna kill him and there's nothing anyone can do about it.

I'll grass.

You what?

You heard me.

Anyone lays a finger on Mick,

I'll grass you up

and I'll grass Mako up.

Billy, I don't think you know what you're saying.

I know exactly what I'm saying.

You got me and Mick and I'll grass you both up.

You're dead.

Grow up, Terry.

They pumped me for the drugs, mate.

Fucking chick.

(BOTH LAUGH)

DISTANT CHILDREN CHEER

All right, Dad.

All right, son.

Been to the bookies? Yeah.

What have you got on? Two Flaming Hearts.

I'm not mixed up in any of that stuff now, Dad.

Good.

Can I come home?

I didn't get this through an accident, you know, Billy.

I was a docker.

So, there was plenty of rum, there was plenty of whisky,

and I was doing two bottles a day and another one when I got home.

That's how I lost my sight.

Then, why didn't... Shame, son.

I was ashamed of myself.

But I tell you something,

losing my sight has been the best thing that's ever happened to me

cos it got me off that dock and off the booze.

So, you see, you don't ever have to pity me again.

All right?

All right.

Now, come along.

Want a cup of tea? I'll do it. I'll make it.

No, I'm making it, Billy. Sit down, I'll do it.

I said, Billy, I'm making it!

I'll make it, all right?

All right.

TELEVISION ON

Are you gonna get that, Billy?

What's all this about grassing me up?

Look, Mako...

..I just want you to leave Mick alone.

Don't bargain with me, Billy.

I haven't come here to listen to your shite.

I have come to break every bone in your body,

are you gonna grass me up? You gobshite.

Are you gonna grass me up? What's going on?

Dad, leave it, please.

Mind your own business. Get away from my front door!

Dad, please, just come in. I've come to sort your son out, now piss off.

I'm calling the police. Stay inside, Dad, please.

Put the phone down, dickhead!

Are you gonna grass me up? I want the police.

If you do Mick in, I'll grass you up, yeah.

Then you're both dead cos that bastard owes me money.

How much? Hundreds.

I'll get you thousands.

Oh, I told you to put the phone down, dickhead!

Oi! Scumbag!

Listen to me! Put the phone down!

Your know, your son is a gobshite, but you can't see that, can you?

Six grand. Wouldn't wipe my arse with it.

Just leave Mick alone. Keys.

I don't know who they are.

They come down here now, talking to my lad.

Yeah, I think you should send someone...

ENGINE STARTS

(EXHALES)

It won't happen again, Dad.

Where are you going? To see Mick.

Is that right?

MAN: Oi! Oi!

(GROANS)

MURMUR OF DIALOGUE

He was downstairs, and...

No-one said who long he was gonna be unconscious.

When he wakes up, he's not gonna know what's happening.

He's gonna be frightened because he doesn't like me.

Billy, Billy, Billy.

Billy, look at you, you ugly bastard.

I'll read it to you. (ECHOES)

"Promising footballer attacked."

"Local sporting hero, 18-year-old Billy Roberts

was left fighting for his life suffering a serious attack."

You told me he couldn't be trusted by his mates, eh?

It was rubbish. I'm telling you, it is even more rubbish now

because he's lying there like this because he stuck up for his mates.

READOUT BEEPS

Billy, Mako and Terry are being charged.

They're getting two years in jail.

Eh? They're going down, mate.

They're going down.

They get what they deserve.

(GIRL MUMBLES)

CHEERING

Has he gone over the line? Yeah.

One of the yellows has kicked it,

and now one of the reds has kicked it back. Yeah, yeah.

And...one of the reds has headed it.

Oh, come on!

Oh, Billy just kicked. Come on, Billy!

I mean, past it.

You're not exactly John Motson, are you, Laura?

One of the yellows has got it. WHISTLE

Kicking the ball.

Kicking... Phew!

They missed! (LAUGHS)

Go, Billy!

Billy's up!

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