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(Snores)

Fuckin' haunted, I am.

Why do you keep looking at it?

Here.

- Trying to kill me? - Chill pills is all.

- For what? - Relax you. Help you sleep.

- Stop, Trish. - Come on, baby.

Where are you getting your energy from? I'm wrecked.

- Fuckin' stop, will you? I'm asleep. - What's wrong?

I'm wrecked with the little fella waking up every half an hour.

No-one's asking you to feed him, are they?

- You're lying. - I'm not lying.

I know you. It's not like you not to want to do it.

You're either getting it somewhere else or you've gone off me. It's one or the other.

- Have you gone off me? - No.

There's no-one else, all right.

- You don't find me attractive? - I do.

What, then? Tell me, Nigel.

- I find it hard to get into it. - Why?

- The milk's putting me off. - My milk?

- Out of your nipples. - You didn't mind with Warren.

I know. I'm sorry. Come here.

Once your tits are back to normal, I'll be grand.

What's wrong?

- I don't know why I'm like this. - Cos this seems worse. You know?

Like you're cut off from me.

Like your mind is somewhere else. You know?

What?

What?

- I want you to be able to tell me anything. - Yeah, I know that. I do.

You can tell me anything, Darren, and it won't matter.

- I want you to be all right. - Yeah.

You just seem... You just seem so different.

- Did you have anything to do... - With killing Stumpy?

Yeah.

Please tell me. Cos if you did..

I didn't.

- I didn't. - Cos if you did, I wouldn't care.

I would care, cos I wouldn't want you to be that,

but if you had...we can figure it out.

I don't want to lose you.

Well, I didn't.

Swear to me.

I swear.

Rosie.

I swear I didn't.

OK.

Agh!

(Phone rings)

Mary. Is something wrong?

- There was someone out there, Darren. - I know.

They're gone now, but I've looked all around.

I'd say you scared them.

The cops are fuckin' useless. An hour ago I rang them.

I could've been murdered in my bed.

I'd say it was someone trying to rob the house, that's all.

They won't be back.

Sure I have nothing. There's nothing to rob.

We'll stay here tonight. OK? Rosie's upstairs with the kids.

Thanks.

I might have to move back in again.

Thanks, Darren. I was really freaked.

I'll look around again. I'd say it was just young fellas.

Fuck. Fuck.

Piece of shit.

(Phone rings)

- Kayleigh, are you OK? - No.

- What is it? What's wrong? - They're taking the car.

- What car? - My car. The car you got me for my birthday.

- Who took it? - The guards, they're taking it now.

They're impounding it cos it was...

Bought with proceeds of crime.

Bought with proceeds of crime.

That's not true. Is someone there with you?

- My ma. - Tell her they can't do that. It's illegal.

- They can't do that. It's illegal. - Tell them...

Kayleigh. It's illegal for them to take the car cos it was bought by a company.

OK. Look... Fuck it.

I'm gonna get it back for you. They can't do this.

- OK, Da. - It's not OK, Kayleigh, but I'm gonna sort it.

- Give me the phone. - Ma wants to talk to you.

Six o'clock this morning they were banging the door.

Just fuck off, will you? I'm gonna sort it out. OK?

Hello.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Where is everybody? - School day.

- Jesus, I didn't hear a thing. - Do you want tea?

- Yeah. - Toast?

Yeah.

- Jam? - Please.

Milk?

You're quite the little houseboy.

- What's that, a kind of a servant? - Yeah. More or less.

- So I have to do whatever you say? - More or less.

- I don't know what's wrong with me sometimes. - It's OK.

I'm gonna try and get myself sorted out.

All that stuff that I'm into, I'm getting out of it. OK?

- Really? - Yeah, I swear.

Once I've paid what I owe, once I've sorted that, then anything you want,

I don't care about money or anything. We can get by.

Then kids and all that.

What's "all that"?

- Marriage and stuff. - Married and stuff?

Is that some kind of proposal?

You're a dark horse, aren't you?

So what do you reckon?

What do I reckon what?

Will we get married?

- Yes. - Yeah?

- Are you happy? - Yeah.

Don't say anything to anybody but.

You want to keep it a secret?

Yeah. I just want to put all this shit behind me first.

I'll tell you what you can do for me first.

You can butter my toast.

WOMAN: John Smith.

John Smith.

Oh, yeah. Sorry.

Oh, good fuckin' Jesus.

You have to do that again, do you?

Fuck.

Sorry. Oh, man. Oh, bollocks.

Nearly finished. If you can keep still.

Fuck.

(Phone rings)

Sorry. I meant to put that on silent.

- Is that me done? - Looks like it's cleared up.

If you come back in two weeks' time for a check-up.

- There aren't any new growths on the penis. - Brilliant. Thanks a million.

Prick.

(Phone rings)

(Message alert)

(Message alert)

You can book your next appointment at the desk.

And what about having sex? I'm all right for that, am I?

- Well we still advise using a condom. - Yeah, but if we didn't.

The infection has gone but if you've had unprotected sex

it is important to have your partner checked out.

Ah, yeah. Of course. But it's more or less gone, is it?

Sorry, I couldn't find the mobile there.

You never answer your phone, Nidge. I've been ringing for ten minutes.

- Sorry, John. - Fuckin' CAB have took her car off her.

- Who? - Kayleigh. Jesus Christ, Nidge.

- What you gonna do? - I'm gonna get it back.

- When are you meeting Fran? - Now.

- Tell him... - What?

See what he has to say.

Don't agree to anything. Tell him you have to talk to me first.

- Yeah? - Yeah, OK.

My missus is dead cos of yous.

- I knew nothing about that. - Do you know who done it?

- No. - No?

Listen, he knows and I know he fuckin' robbed me on that deal.

- Come on. - You know he did.

Where's the incentive for me?

He robbed me, Linda is gone. Where does that leave us?

- I'll talk to him. - What's his problem anyway?

I'm not afraid to meet him. Tell him next time to come by himself.

What? Does he think he's the Pope?

Look, Fran, it's up to John.

I think he'll sort you out with something.

And I want compensation.

- For what? - For Linda.

- Jesus, you want me to ask him that? - Yeah.

- You know he'll say no. - Well, tell him this.

He doesn't give a bollocks who takes a bullet for him.

I'm not gonna bust my bollocks going after yous, yourself or anyone.

He took my wife and if he doesn't give me money and compensation,

I'll get his daughter.

You didn't think I knew that, did you?

Tell him that. That'll make him cool his jets.

(Sighs)

- What the fuck are you coming in a uniform for? - I was at work.

- I want the car back. - What car?

What car? The car yous pricks took off my daughter.

- I want it back. - When did this happen?

Doesn't matter when. I want it back.

- CAB took it or what? - You're all the same. What am I paying you for?

What are you looking around for?

Huh? Have you got someone recording this?

- I can't talk to you when you're like this. - Why's that?

- Jesus, I'm in uniform. - I want it back.

I can't..

He's a flasher! A flasher.

There's a kid's playground down there.

This prick had his pants down. (Spits)

Are you all right?

- Will you stay on the phone if I ring? - Yeah.

Like now. I want to be talking to someone on the phone so I don't look nervous.

I'll pull in up the road and you can ring me then.

You've nothing to be worried about.

Call you in five.

(Knocking)

Back for more?

- No-one else is complaining about it. - I got zero buzz off it.

What can I do about it? There's coke but the gear's not coming in.

- Why not? - The big fella in Spain got busted.

- Ask John Boy. - I will.

Don't say anything about me. I'm doing you a favour here.

- No-one knows you're here. - I was joking.

John Boy would kill me first if he found out.

- Well, it's not funny. - Have you not got any?

- What was wrong with what I got you? - I can't taste any gear!

- There was nothing wrong with it. - It was rubbish!

You're only on it three months.

I have money.

I'll throw you a few zimmos to keep you tied over.

I don't mind paying extra for decent gear.

If that's what you want.

- All right, Dave. - All right, John.

Bottle.

- For fuck's sake, John. - Relax, Dave, will you?

Sure, I wash my cacks every other week.

What's the matter with you, John?

- Do I look like there's something wrong? - You look like you're coked out of your bollocks.

You'd know all about that, wouldn't you?

Want to meet another time? Do you want me to leave?

I'm only acting the bollocks with you. Relax. For fuck's sake.

- Huh? I thought you were my mate. - I am.

But I get done for coke, that's the fuckin' end of my career.

Wouldn't get a part-time job bookkeeping for the fuckin' Wombles.

- The Wombles. - Whatever. You know what I mean.

Sorry.

Listen... I need a favour.

- I want to get the car back. - The Mini Cooper?

- Yeah. - I don't get you. CAB have it.

- Yeah, I know. - Are you gonna contest it?

No. But when it comes up for auction I want you to get it back for me.

- Buy it back. I'll give you the money. - Why don't you buy another one?

It's like a "fuck you" to them. Know what I mean?

- Can you do that for me? - And get the car in my name?

Yeah.

Can't do that, John.

I can't.

How's that other thing working out for you?

The young one, bringing over the money.

(Clicks tongue)

Hm.

(Phone rings)

- Siobhan. - I can't, Tommy.

I just can't do it. I'm having a meltdown.

- Where are you? - I'm in the airport.

- I know, but where? - I'm in the toilet. I can't do it.

- But have you gone through yet? - Yeah.

- Did you check the bag through? - Yeah.

Jesus Christ, Siobhan! What did you do that for?

- What are you shouting at me for? - I'm not shouting at you! But...

You checked the bag on.

I told you I did. Why do you keep asking me?

Keep your voice down.

Tommy. What am I gonna do? I can't go out there.

I'm thinking.

- You don't want to get on the plane? - No.

I just want to go home.

Tommy.

Give us a second. I'm trying to figure something out.

- It's all there, is it? - Let's go.

- A lot of money when you're at the top. - Yeah.

- Were you talking to Mary? - Yeah.

- Is she all right? - She's upset, you know.

- They might come back, you know that. - Why?

If they've seen she's on her own.

If you want, I could sit outside for you, do security.

They see me, they won't come back. What do you think?

- I don't know. - Sit with a shotgun.

Get the night goggles, scare the fuck out of them.

- (Phone rings) - I'm serious.

- Tommy. - Darren, can you talk?

Yeah, what is it?

- You're not near John Boy or anybody? - No. What is it?

Siobhan has your man's bag. She's in the airport.

The bag's on the plane and she's freaking out.

- Doesn't want to do anything except leave it. - She can't do that.

That's what I said but there's no talking to her.

You can't do that, you're gonna kill them.

- They look hungry. - I have to change the water.

- Can you do that afterwards? - No, I can't.

And don't tell anybody I have this. The brown.

- Can I have some for later? - That's greedy now.

I don't want to fuck you.

I'll give you a bit extra if you let me see your arse.

Yeah, like that, hold it for a minute.

Is that enough for you?

- Did you see everything you wanted to see? - Mm.

(Phone rings)

- Where are you now? - Same.

I was talking to Darren and there's a way out

- but you have to do what I say. - I'm not getting on the plane.

I'm not asking you to.

The main thing is you have to get the bag back. OK?

That bag is opened and we might as well emigrate.

Tommy, will you just come in and get me?

Siobhan, for fuck's sake! Will you listen?

TANNOY: Final call for Flight 212 to London, Gatwick.

(Phone rings)

- What did you do that for? - I don't want you to shout at me.

Siobhan. I know you're under pressure...

but if you stay calm it'll be all good. OK?

OK.

No matter what, we can't leave John Boy's money there.

Cos you know what'll happen.

- He knows about Kayleigh? - Yeah.

What'll I do?

Tell him. You go and meet him, see what kind of money he's talking about.

Tell him I'm thinking of moving to Spain, anyway, so there's money to be made.

- You're gonna pay him, then? - I am, my bollocks, gonna pay him.

But you can tell him that I am. No problem. As long as he leaves Kayleigh out of it.

- What if he wants the money now? - Don't have it now.

That's the truth. You can tell him that.

Got CAB up my hole, issuing seizure orders every day, costing me a fortune to contest.

Bollocks in all the investments. Negative equity. And they slapped a tax bill on me.

That's on top of the gear getting found.

What's he think I am, the Aga Khan? Fuckin' compo money.

What do you think of this case coming up with the lads?

Pottsie, no way he's getting out.

I know. I'm not worried about Pottsie.

- Tommy's case is looking good. - Not worried about Tommy.

You're worried about Ado?

Ado's a junkie. He'd do anything to get his brown.

It'd be like going on holiday for him.

Ado goes to smackland. He'll keep his mouth shut.

I don't know that he will.

(Coughs)

Fuck.

Oh, shit.

Excuse me. I'm supposed to get on this flight.

I've just spent the last half hour with vomiting and diarrhoea.

You poor thing.

Could be the winter vomiting bug or else I'm pregnant.

Either way I don't think I'll be able to fly.

My bag's on the plane, though.

- I just lost it. - I know.

- I'm so sorry. - You don't need to be sorry.

- What do we do now? - I don't know.

- Do we tell John Boy? - I'm going to see what Nidge thinks. Get in.

- Want me to come in? - No, I'll be five minutes.

- Don't forget to ask her. - Are you sure?

- I'd be happy to do it, brother. - Right.

John?

Jesus! You gave me a fright.

Thanks for last night.

- You're grand. How are you feeling? - OK. A little paranoid, but...

- Do you want a cup of tea? - No. I can't stay. I'm heading out with Rosie.

- We're celebrating. - Celebrating what?

- Are you serious? - It's more of a plan.

- Darren, you big eejit. Did you not ask her? - I did.

- Did you give her a ring? - No.

You should do it the proper way. Surprise her.

It wouldn't be much of a surprise now, would it?

- She's a lovely girl, Darren. - I know.

Actually, I have a mad one for you.

Luke said he'd stay here, sleep on the couch if you were worried about burglars.

What?

- He just said to offer. - Is he mad in the head?

I don't want the girls waking up to some fella sleeping rough on the couch.

Yeah. I'll tell him. Gotta go.

- Is that all right? - Yeah, whatever you want.

I'm so happy for you, honey.

- Did you ask? - Yeah. She said she's cool.

She said thanks and all but it'd be a bit weird for the kids.

All right, darling? Come here.

- Are you all right now? - Yeah.

You shouldn't be letting her do this.

Come on and walk. You stay here. We'll sort this.

I don't want to have to do that again, Nigel.

This is the end of it now. If I'd known this before, I'd have put a stop to it.

Come on.

Here. What about this money?

- That was supposed to go. - It still has to go.

What will I tell John Boy?

Tell him... Tell him she was sick and had to cancel the flight but she'll do it next week.

- What do we do next week? - Find a guinea pig is what we do.

- What will I do with the money? - Hold onto it.

- I don't want it. - All right, I'll hold onto it, then.

I'll put it in my safe.

- You have a safe? - Yeah, got one put in.

So when are you moving back in?

Soon as this Fran shit is sorted.

- When's that gonna be? - After tomorrow.

Debbie?

Debbie.

Debbie.

Debbie, if you don't open that door I'm gonna smash it down.

Open the fucking door!

If you're standing behind there, you're gonna get your head pumped.

I was in the bath.

I was gonna take a bath.

(Shrieks)

What are you doing? No!

Get up. Get up!

Get the fuck out!

What did I tell you? What did I fuckin' tell you?

What did I fuckin' tell you?

Please, don't.

Look at me. Junkie slut!

I'll fuck you off the roof, I will.

I'm sorry, please. I'm sorry, John Boy, please.

Dirty bitch. That's not gonna save you.

I don't give a fuck any more!

Everything's gone to shit!

Do you fucking hear me? Everything's going to shit!

Who's getting you the gear? Who's getting it for you?

- Ado! It was Ado. - You'll hit the pavement head first.

- I'm not fuckin' joking you. - It was Ado.

- Anybody else? - No. Nobody.

- Anybody else? - No!

You're a sound man, Nidge.

The cops will be laughing at us trying to clip each other all the time.

Doing their job for them, we are.

There she is now. How are you, darlin'?

This is my old pal Nidge. This lovely lady is Linda.

- Hiya. - All right.

Come here and sit down. Karl will get you a drink.

- Vodka and Red Bull. - Vodka and Red Bull for Linda.

A double. And another round here.

- Linda. - She's not my Linda. My Linda's gone.

Just has the same name.

I'll be honest with you. I was down in the blackest pit.

Very down, you know. Didn't think I'd ever be happy again.

Black it was. And what happened? This lovely lady came into my life.

- Tell him what you do. - I'm a beauty therapist.

Been to college and all. Has a degree.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

What did you do in college?

I did a four-year degree in chiropody and podiatry.

It's for your feet.

Thanks.

Fair play.

She's beautiful but it's not about that.

She's got a beautiful spirit.

- Will we do a couple of shots, Nidgey? - Yeah, I'm down for shots.

A couple of shots there, Karlo.

Having the same name doesn't bother you, no?

No. It's the universe.

It's the universe's way of making things right.

I loved Linda. I'm not lying to you.

I haven't forgotten her. I've been to the grave to visit her.

I told her about this straight up. Asked for her blessing.

There you are, man.

This is like Linda Mark II.

Less miles on the clock, better body.

- And she doesn't talk back. - I thought you were getting shots.

I am.

The universe has spoken.

This one might even give you, kids.

What the fuck do you know, you stupid fuck?

You know nothing. Look what you made me do now, Karl. Mouthing off like that.

What did you do that for?

Karl, I'm sorry man. Bollocks.

Somebody call an ambulance!

Did you fuck him - Ado?

No, I didn't.

- Did you suck him off? - No.

So he wasn't giving you freebies, then?

You were paying him. With what?

You pissed it all away, Debbie. You pissed it all away.

I'd have given you whatever you wanted.

- Yeah, like what? - Whatever.

- You're a junkie. - And you're dead.

Dead inside.

A junkie and a whore.

I'm gonna have a beer now.

And...

..you have got literally five minutes to be out of here or you're leaving in a box.

(Phone rings)

That's funny. I was just about to call you.

Aren't you supposed to be out Franning around somewhere?

I was. Fran the Man is now getting banged up

on account of stabbing his mate with a glass.

Get the fuck.

I'll tell you when I get there.

Get Darren to come over here. I need him to do something.

Yeah.

(Phone rings)

DEBBIE: He's kicked me out. - Jesus, Debbie.

- What's it got to do with me? - I don't know who else to call.

I think it's a mistake. Fran's out of the picture, we should have a breather.

What if the little junkie rat fingers you?

If we clip Ado, we'll have the whole of the North Wall gunning for us.

- Not if they don't know. - They will know.

- No, they won't. - Whatever.

- Just the three of us will know. - He'll need a driver.

The four of us. Put it out that Fran had it done

cos Ado threw the pipe bomb that fucked up his missus' face.

- I done that. - That's what I'm saying.

What are you sighing for? Do you want to be poor?

And get Darren over here.

Your folks know you're coming?

I rang before.

Did you tell them what happened?

Thanks.

For nothing.

You do this one thing, you're off the hook on everything else.

And you get paid.

What more could you ask for?

I need to think about it.

You'll have enough to bring your moll anywhere she wants to go.

You can work for me whenever you want or not at all,

if you don't want to.

- I can use Luke? - Long as he keeps his mouth shut, yeah.

It's funny cos...I know you probably hate me.

You'd be right to.

But all the others are a bunch of greedy rats.

Wouldn't turn my back on them for two seconds.

But you don't care about all that shit.

So it turns out you're the only one I can trust.

And I know you can do it.

- I don't know, Nidge. - Don't be a pussy.

I'm not. You know what it's like to kill someone.

- He trusts you. - Why?

Because you didn't make a bollocks of the Stumpy thing.

- I'll have to think about it. - Well, make up your mind.

- All right, brother. - All right.

How soon can you get me a motorbike?

- How soon do you want it? - Today.

Sure. I think I can sort that. What do you want?

Just something with a bit of speed that I can handle.

Yeah, no bother.

I can handle any kind of bike, if you need me.

- Dying for a bit of action, if you want me along. - Yeah?

I couldn't believe it. "Linda Mark II" he's calling her.

- Why did he glass your man? - Cos of the other Linda.

They were married for years and they never had kids.

- What did he say? - It was something about that.

She couldn't have kids?

Think it was more Fran was shooting blanks.

You serious!

For fuck's sake.

- Nidge, man. Can I ask you something? - Not now.

John Boy's bitch robbed my gear.

What do you want me to do about it? Go on and tell him.

Do you want to do something?

- Are you OK? - Yeah.

- Not coming to bed? - No, not yet.

- What's so funny? - This. Look.

There's a woman in New Jersey trying to be the world's fattest woman.

"She now weighs over 600 pounds but insists that she is healthy,

despite needing a mobility scooter when she goes shopping.

To achieve her goal of weighing half a tonne,

she says she will need to eat up to 12,000 calories a day.

'I love eating and people love watching me eat,' she says."

I'm going to bed.

(Beeps)