All language subtitles for Raining.Stones.1993.1080p.BluRay.REMUX.AVC.FLAC.2.0-TRiToN_en.sdh

(Sheep bleating)

(Bob) Come on, Tommy,
I've got one of the buggers!

Come on!

(Tommy) Fucking get one!
(Bob) I've got one, Tom.

Come back!

Some bloody job this!

Stay quiet,
they might come down.

There's one here on its own.

This one on its own.

Go round the back of him.

Go round the back of him slowly.

We've not come all this way for fuck all.
Go round the back of him slowly.

(Grunts)

(Tommy) Get it! Get it.
(Bob) I've got the bastard!

(Tommy) You've got it! Get it!
She'll get it!

- Oh, we've got it! Get hold of it!
- I've got the bastard!

- Hold it! Hold it!
- I've got it!

- What do I do with it?
- Just hold it tight!

(Both shouting)

(Muttering)

- (Sheep bleating)
- Get over here!

Come here!

Take it easy, will you, lad?
I've got no chance here.

Oh, there's shit all over...
Ah... Look at this!

- Watch that, it's scalding hot, son.
- Cheers, mate.

- I am knackered.
- You're not the only one.

(Bleats)

(Tommy) It just wants one good belt
on the back of the head.

Good hard short, sharp shock.

- Come on then, let's give it a go.
- Just whack it across the napper.

- Good heavy blow.
- But where, though?

The back of the head, across
the shoulders, know what I mean?

Put plenty of force into it, son.
Go on, go on, go on, go on!

Just whack it.
Hit it on the head.

- Look!
- Ah, there's one thing...

What are you waiting for?
Hit it.

Listen, we could always
sell this as it is.

To that butcher, you're joking?
He'd rob us blind. Give it a belt, will you?

You're so good at giving the orders,
you do it.

Come on.
When you kill it, I'll skin it.

I'll peel that bleedin' fleece off like
peeling an orange. Now just give it a belt.

Come on son, you belt it.

- Come here.
- Hang on...

Get it on this side.
Get it on this side.

- (Cup clatters)
- Oh, there's me fucking tea!

Jesus!
Hold the bleedin' thing!

Tommy.
Tommy, I've got it.

(Tommy) Cor blimey,
it's got loads of bottle, ain't it?

What do you get off a sheep,
anyway?

Foot-and-mouth disease
unless you wear a condom.

Ah, very clever, very droll. Yeah.
I'm serious here.

Mutton, you dopey bleeder.
What do you think you get off it?

Yeah, but what do you mean?
Show it me.

Get four legs, don't you?
Couple of shoulders, all them chops.

- Feel the ribs there, all of them.
- How many chops?

Fucking big bag full!

Oh, serious. Come on,
can't you be serious for a minute?

Well, count them, feel them.
Ten, eleven, twelve...

Hang on, hang on, one...two...
three, four...

You'll be getting your share.

- Jesus Christ! Can you smell that?
- I thought it was you. It's farted!

Come on, let's get it down there.

Hold it and I'll get one good shot
at its napper.

Let's get it down then.
Go on, get hold of it. Smack it. Go on!

How many times have you
been in that position with a sheep?

Never mind. Come on, hit it.
Fucking hell!

I should have done this job on me own.
You're bleeding hopeless.

Shut up.

And watch me.
Don't hit me.

Just give it one.

Ready?

Go on. That's it.
Go on! That's it.

Fuck it. Let's take it down the butchers.
Get hold of the back.

You shithouse. You shithouse...

- Come on, you twat, look up, look up.
- Just give him a honk.

Give over, with everybody's
eyes round here?

You get out, get in the butcher's shop,
I'II drive it round the back.

- Go.
- Be bloody quick, then.

It'll feed the whole bleedin' town.
Have a look at that.

- How are you, Bob?
- All right, lad.

- You're pulling my pisser, aren't you?
- What do you mean?

What do I mean? That's mutton, that.
Nobody wants mutton. They want lamb.

They're still eating it, aren't they?

I'm not saying that.
You're talking 14 quid there.

- How much?
- 14 quid, if that.

I thought you said...

Hang on...last one I sold
I got 30-odd pound for.

- Not sheep, lad.
- On our kid's life! 30-odd pound.

No.

This is another bollock
I've dropped now.

Is there nothing at all
you can do for us?

Well, have a look at it.
It's massive.

Well, let's have a look at it then, Bob.

- Oh, Jesus!
- Told you, it's a big bastard, isn't it?

(Butcher) Big bastard!
It fucking stinks!

It's been shitting
all up the sides of my van.

- Oh, stop moaning!
- Fucking hell! Can't do with that.

We can't take it back to the moors,
can we?

Listen, are you going
to fucking kill it for us,

and chop it up or what?

Well, get it in the back
of the shop, then.

Fucking hell! Watch you don't pull
its fucking head off.

- I'd like to pull his head off.
- I'd like to pull yours off!

(Tommy) You've never stopped moaning
from this morning.

Come here...

Now listen, Bob. I'll do this
if you put that fireplace in for us.

- Fair enough, sounds OK. Yeah.
- It's all plumbed in.

The bloke did it.
I paid him, done a runner.

You can't trust anyone.
That's fair enough. Go on.

Yeah, OK, I'll do it.
Come on.

Get its head over this bucket.

Right, Tommy at arse end.

OK, Bob, get hold of its ears.

- Pull its ears back.
- Go on.

(Bleating)

Just cut it.

Dirty bastard!

Jesus, he's out its fucking throat!

"Before I go to Communion I will listen
carefully to the priest at Mass.

"I will tell God that I am sorry
if I have spoilt my love for Him

"by choosing something
that He does not want.

"I have nothing to eat or drink
for one hour.

"It is not a very long time
and it is to...

"...it is to remind me of the great
Son of God who will come.

"Before I go to Communion...

"I will listen carefully
to the priest at Mass.

"I will tell God
I want to grow up like Jesus

"and I want to meet Him
in Communion."

- (Father Barry) Very good. Very good.
- (Applause)

(Father Barry) Thank you, Coleen.
Thank you.

Now you see...

...the Church, well,
we call it Mother Church,

has decided that when a child reaches
the age of seven, the age of reason,

it's time for the parents to prepare them
for their first Holy Communion.

So the parents must teach that child
about the loving family of God

and that their first Communion
marks the beginning

of a beautiful friendship with Christ.

- I'll take the vaults, lad.
- OK, I'll get the room.

Jesus! You've started early, haven't you?
God!

Hello, girls.
This could be your lucky day.

Have a look in this basket.

Best mutton. Look at that.
Fresh as a daisy.

Two pound fifty the leg.

What do you mean "Oh, no"?
A beautiful piece of meat, that.

No? You sure?

You don't eat meat?
All right, love.

Hiya, mate.

Hey, look at this for a favour, eh.

Look at this, real English mutton.
Look at that.

It's beautiful but I'm skint.

Skint?
I know exactly how you feel.

Can't do you a favour, lads?
Fair enough.

Hello, folks. Here you are,
have a look at this.

Real English mutton. Look at that.
Beautiful leg of mutton.

- I ate before I came in here.
- (Bob) OK, fair enough.

- Hiya, Brenda!
- Hiya, Bob. All right?

Have a look at that for a leg of mutton.
Beautiful leg of mutton.

- How much?
- 2.50.

- No, I'll give you two quid for it.
- 2.25.

No, two pound or nothing.

Sold.
Do you want a bag with it?

- Yes, please.
- There you are, love.

- (Woman) Got any chops, Bob?
- Have a look at them chops.

What do you reckon, Cissie?
Do you want them?

- Breast? Chops?
- How much are these?

- 1.50 your chops, love.
- Bit warm, aren't they?

(Laughter)

Hello there, Paddy,
me old son.

- I'm not Paddy.
- Come to do you a favour, son.

- Have a look at that.
- Now you can fuck off!

That's not very nice, is it?

Just fuck off, all right?

Who do you think you're talking to,
Paddy?

I'm not a dickhead, you know. Eh?

Sudden death or a broken jaw?

Just get your face away
before I tread all over you.

OK, Pad.

- Any time you like.
- Thank you very much.

Anything for the weekend, boys?
Anything at all, lads?

No, no.

- Jesus wept!
- How have you gone on in that vault?

Crap. Couldn't sell it.
Couldn't even give it away.

- How did you do?
- Four-and-a half quid.

4.50! That all?

So where's all this fucking money
we're going to make?

Oh, come on, Bob, you haven't
given it a proper chance yet, have you?

Give over.

We'll have to ty some other pubs.

The Carters Arms,
the Horse and Jockey.

I'll even take some of it
up to Rhodes.

Well, what do you say?

- OK, yeah.
- Can we have a pint first?

- Halves.
- Halves?

Halves.

Put your meat on the tray,
I'll put it in the back of the van.

Excuse me, love.
Can I have two halves of bitter, please?

- Bob.
- What?

Order us one of them meat pies,
will you, lad?

And a meat pie, love, please.

- Hello, Tommy.
- Hello, Tony.

By the way, Tommy, any chance
of that fiver you owe me?

- I give it to young Bob to give you.
- Nobody's given me anything.

He's a bugger.
I'll make sure you get it back.

- OK, cheers, Tommy.
- Ta-ta, pal.

- Job done.
- There's your pie.

Ta, lad.

How's that young Joe going on?

- (Barmaid) Who, Joey Young?
- Aye.

- He fell off bloody roof.
- Aye, I know.

He wasn't even employed
bloody legally, was he?

- He won't get a penny back.
- That's right.

Joking aside, we're having a collection.
See if we can send him to Lourdes.

Did you hear about the kid
from Liverpool

in the bloody wheelchair
they took to Lourdes?

They got him to the water

and he couldn't get in
because his legs was twisted

so they had to hire a little crane
and pick him and the wheelchair up,

over the water
and submerge him.

And when he come out
they all had a look at his legs.

And his legs were still twisted

but the wheelchair
had two new tyres on it.

I love it!

(Quiet conversation)

- Where's the van?
- It's gone, hasn't it?

(Bob) I can see that.
Where the fuck is it?

I don't know, lad.
It was there ten minutes ago.

Well, where's the keys?

- You've left them in the van.
- Yeah.

You dozy fucking bastard!
You've left them in the van!

All right. Hang on. The bleedin' police
could have towed it away.

There was no tax,
or nothing on it, was there?

You've not seen a green van,
have you?

- A what?
- A green van.

- No.
- Why, has somebody pinched it?

I've only been ten minutes.

Take the eyeballs out
of your head here, they would.

Hey, lads, have you seen
a van being taken out of here?

(Boy) No.

- Did you see anyone hanging around?
- I never noticed.

What am I gonna do, Torn?

I'm absolutely knackered without
that van. What am I gonna do?

I'm knackered without that van.

Van been pinched.
His bloody van's gone.

- (Woman) With the meat in?
- They took everything.

- (Man) Not the green Tranny?
- They took the lot.

I can't report this to the police either.
It's not taxed and insured.

Would've cost me 50, 60 quid
just to get it through the MOT.

- That's 20 quid, innit?
- I haven't got it, mate.

- What am I gonna do, Tommy?
- Let's go and have a look.

You haven't seen a van round here,
have you, son?

No.

Oh! Where's your key?

How was our Coleen?

Our Coleen were absolutely great.
You should have been there.

- Yeah?
- Yeah. Father Barry asked her to read.

She just went up.
I think I were more nervous than her.

How did you go on?

We caught us a sheep.

You want to watch it, Bob.
If somebody catches you...

Look, how much is this Communion
going to cost us?

- For the dress?
- Yeah.

Er... we can't get her dress
without getting her shoes.

- How much?
- What's up?

- Nothing.
- What are you snapping at me for?

I'm not snapping.
How much?

You only just got in
and you're snapping at me.

I'm not snapping.
How much?

- About 70, 80 quid.
- Jesus Christ.

I told you last night
it would be something like that.

- Yeah.
- What is wrong with you?

Eh?

- I've had the van nicked.
- Oh, Jesus!

Outside the Falcon.

I was only in there for ten minutes
with Tommy, flogging the meat.

- Come out and me bloody van's gone.
- What you going to do?

I can't go to the police, can I?

I had a nice scaffolding job
lined up with that next week.

Two or three days work.

At least it would have kept
our heads above water.

But now... I've blown it.

Oh, it don't matter.

No wheels. No job.

We'll manage.

How are we gonna manage?

Where we going to find
that kind of money?

- We're already scratching as it is.
- Something will turn up, all right?

Oh, yeah?
At least with the van

I could have done a few days' work,
a bit here, a bit there.

But now?
Now, I can't get anything.

Look, there's no law that says
she has to have a new dress.

- I say.
- Father Barry won't mind.

I'm not bothered
about Father Barry.

That dress I got her last year,
that one'll be fine.

She walks up the aisle
looking like a pauper

while all her mates
are clobbered to the hilt.

Will she heck look like a pauper!

Listen, you had a Communion dress
when you were a kid.

- Yeah, but... Yeah.
- Well, so will our Coleen.

I don't care how long it takes,
or what I've got to do.

- Anyway, how long is it?
- Only six weeks.

Well, she's gonna get a dress.

- How?
- I don't bloody know!

(Sighs)

You're talking daft now.

How many bills have we got to pay?
Gas, electric.

Phone's already out
and you're talking about a dress!

I'm talking about the most
important day in our Coleen's life.

Is your dad down
the Tenants Association tomorrow?

- Should be. Why?
- Just wondered.

- You took your pill?
- I always do.

I always feel
like I'm committing a sin.

(Helicopter whirring)

(Tommy) Hey...

We're not fucking animals just because
we've got no work, you know!

You're fucking parasites!

Do you know what you want? Eh?

You listen to me, bollocks!

Do you know what you want?
A fucking revolution!

Do you know what I think of you? Eh?

Here, get a fucking eyeful of that!

Hey!

Here, get hold of that!

Ha ha! Here we go,
here we go, here we go!

(Mary) So these two are yours?

(Woman) I've got another one at home,
Liam, who's 11 months old.

(Mary) Right. They're all under five?
(Woman) Yeah.

Is Jimmy in?

He's on the phone.
Do you want to sit down for a minute?

- He shouldn't be that long.
- (Bob) Cheers.

So that's your worse problem,
the electric?

(Woman) That's my immediate one,
yeah.

(Mary) You'll have to leave
that with me.

I'll have to speak to somebody else
and see what I can do about that.

- So what else have you got?
- I had, er...

I had the... the sink in the kitchen
leaked for two years

and the water leaked out and ruined
all the carpets and everything.

And so I had to replace
all the carpets and...

the, er... the Treasury Department
sent me a cheque for 150 pounds.

The carpets cost me 400 quid
cos it were all of them so I got into debt...

...you've got what I've got in here.

- Listen, I've got to go to a meeting.
- Nothing's happenin'.

I've got to go to a meeting, Jimmy.

You're the Labour councillor
for the estate.

I said I'll see to it.

You've said that more times than
Soft Nick and it's got them nowhere.

- That's a lie, Jimmy.
- Let me tell you this.

You'll not tell me anything.

Wait till we start
holding the rent back.

Then you will be in deep shit,
my friend.

You're not worth a tripe supper!

And no wonder that Labour
keep losing the elections!

Wants goosin' with the raw ends
of a pineapple, him.

- Hello, Bob. How are you?
- Hiya, Jimmy.

Listen, you still got them rods
that Kevin Gill lent you?

Yes, somewhere in the house, lad.
What's up?

- Do you think he'd lend them me?
- No problem. No problem.

I thought I'd go out and earn myself
a few bob rodding a few drains, like.

- It's been raining all week...
- Well, why not? Why not?

Give me a couple of hours here.

Slip up to our house,
I'll sort them out.

- Anne and Coleen all right?
- They're fine.

- See you later on, son.
- Yeah, cheers. See you.

Hello, I'm in the area cleaning drains

and I wondered whether
you'd like yours doing?

- I'm a little busy.
- I can come back later, if you like.

It's all right, thanks.
I have my hands full.

OK. Thank you.

- Excuse me, mate.
- Yeah?

- Do you want your drains doing?
- Drains?

Yeah. I'll make a hell of a good job
of them, I'll rod 'em out for you.

No, mate.

Nothing wrong with these drains.
Did them myself last week.

- Sure?
- Positive.

OK, thank you. See you.

No, no. Thank you very much.
We've got somebody that does that.

OK, thank you, love. Bye.

Can you tell me what exactly you do?

Yeah, what I do basically,
is lift your manhole cover off,

- put my rods together...
- Mm-hm.

...rod it through and make sure
it's clean and clear for you.

Sounds a good idea
cos we've had blockages before.

- Have you? Oh, then I'm your man.
- Sounds good, that.

I could get that done
and then probably come in

and check your bathroom
for blockages up there.

Come in your kitchen,
check your kitchen with my plunger.

Sounds great.
Just what we need, that.

- Get in, you.
- Why?

Get in. Shut it.

I don't care what you're flogging,
whatever it is, we don't want it.

- Now piss off!
- All right, mate, yeah, see you.

What have I told you before

about going out there
with no clothes on and nothing...

I'm in the area doing drains

and I wondered
if you'd like yours cleaned out.

There's nothing wrong with my mains.
I've had them checked.

- Nothing at all wrong with my mains.
- Not your mains, drains.

No. I've had them checked.
There's nothing wrong with them.

Drains! D-R-l... Drains!

There's nothing wrong
with my mains.

- Not your bloody mains! Your drains!
- There's no need for that language.

Oh, aye...

- There's no need for that language.
- So you don't want your mains doing?

- No.
- Ta-ta, then.

- Ah, Bob!
- Morning, Father.

Can I help you?

I just wondered if you had any drains
that might need rodding out.

Well, that's very good of you.

I have a manhole round the back
that needs to be looked at, come on.

You're the right man in the right place.

Oh, my God!

Yeah. We sometimes have difficulty
in flushing the toilets.

That's because all the shit's
coming back on you, Father.

These drains look like they're collapsing.
You're going to need new ones soon.

Oh, we can't afford it.

Sure if it wasn't for people
like yourself helping us for free,

we'd never get anything done.

Can I help you at all?

No, you step back, Father.
I'II carry on with this. I'll soon have done.

OK, OK. Give us a shout when
you're ready and I'll put the kettle on.

OK, Father, yeah.

(Snapping)

Oh, shit!

Oh, shit!

Oh, God Almighty!

Oh! Bloody hell!

(Flushing)

Oh, Jesus Christ!

Jesus! Jesus!

I think that did the trick, Bob.

- I think so, Father.
- Oh, my God.

- I hope that fits you, Bob.
- Thank you, Father.

Every man has the right to work, Bob,

and he should not be subjected
to the butt of criticism

when he fails to find it...
through no fault of his own.

- It doesn't work like that though, Father.
- No, but it should.

That's the way things are nowadays.

Come on,
and help yourself to the biscuits.

Thank you.

- About Coleen's Communion...
- Yeah?

There's no reason for you and Anne
to be going into any debt because of it.

We'll manage, Father.

Middle-class parents
don't spend half as much.

That's because their kids run round
in new clothes all the time.

You can celebrate Communion
without any fuss or expense.

Oh, I know it's a Catholic tradition
to lash out on dresses,

flowers and photographs,
but it isn't necessary.

But that's all part of it.

Love and prayer is enough, Bob.

I don't want our Coleen
missing out, Father.

- She won't.
- When she walks up that aisle...

I want her to look as smart
as the rest of them.

Which she will.

- This is her big day.
- Yes, I know that.

And ours.
This is once in a lifetime.

You'll not be... embarrassed
if I suggest something?

Depends.

The school has dresses available
to people who can't afford...

...just for the day.

- You mean cast-offs.
- Not at all.

I'm talking about dresses
that have been donated.

You're talking about dresses
that kids have worn.

- In immaculate condition.
- No, thanks, Father.

- No one else would know.
- Anne and I would.

- It'll cost you a pretty penny, Bob.
- We'll manage somehow, Father.

We'll manage.

Bye, now.

Hello.

- Any work since you last signed?
- No.

Hello, lad.
Have you just been to sign on?

Yeah.

I'm sorry about the other day
with the van.

Ah, forget it, mate.

No, it was my fault.
I should've been more bloody careful.

Anyway, listen.
You can now do me a favour.

Anything. What is it?

Get yourself signed on,
then we'll go and have a nobble.

Do us a favour,
try and pick a few winners.

I can't pick my bloody nose.

(Inaudible)

Right, right, come on!

Go on, Dad, have a shot.

Goal!

- Our kid's back!
- Is she?

- Yeah.
- Where is she?

- In there with me mum.
- Where's Sean?

Gone to the shops.
She's give us two quid.

Two quid!
She must be loaded.

Pick this out, son.

Oh!

Oh, yes. See a gap!

- Oh! What a save!
- A goal!

(♪ Dance music on radio)

- How are you, kid?
- Hi, Dad.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

Turn that bloody head-banging
gear off, will you, love?

Blimey, it's a wonder
you've got any eardrums left.

- Where's your mam?
- On the loo.

- Is she?
- Hm-mm...

- So how are you doing?
- I'm OK.

Well, you look OK, just got
little black marks under your eyes.

Dad, that's me make-up.

- Make-up?
- Yeah.

- Well, you look a little bit washy.
- Washy?

Well, rundown, yeah.

- Are your eating properly?
- Yeah, I feel great.

- Well, how's the flat doing?
- It's great.

Paying your rent every week?
You make sure you do.

- Hi, Tom. Shift your arm.
- You all right?

There's some tater'ash
in the pan.

- Is it hot?
- Yeah. Just cooked it.

Get myself a bowl now.

Oh, by the way, er... madam...

- How long are you staying this time?
- Oh, a couple of hours.

(May) We're going down to the market.
Shouldn't be too long, though.

(Tommy) She's bloody changed,
ain't she?

(May) Hasn't she?

(Tommy) Not so long ago we were
dragging her in off the grass,

changing her drawers
and putting her to bed, eh?

- (May) Don't be disgusting.
- I'm telling ya.

- (May) All right, Tracey?
- Let's get going. Let me just do me hair.

- Your hair's all right.
- No, it's not.

- Yeah, it is.
- Has he still not got a job?

No. Just goes down
and signs on, that's it.

Doing his head in.

Sending him mental, it is.

Still, you've landed on your feet.

- So you're doing all right, are you, babe?
- (Tracey) Yeah, and it pays well.

Tommy, don't put that plate
on that table, you'll burn it.

Bloody hell, it's not going on bloody
"Antiques Roadshow", is it, May?

- So what is you're doing exactly?
- (Tracey) Sales.

- What, selling?
- (Tracey) Yeah.

- Selling what?
- Er... scent, perfume, make-up.

- Selling that stuff? Bloody hell!
- Over a hundred quid a week.

- You get a hundred quid a week?
- Yeah, with commission.

- You couldn't do us a favour, could you?
- Go on.

Bottle all my experience
in the engineering game,

which is over 30 years,
by the way.

- Cor blimey, we'd all make a fortune.
- I'll just get me coat.

- Still no luck then, no?
- There's nothing doing anywhere, love.

Fresh air sandwiches
here at Christmas, I'm afraid.

Here you are, Dad.

- What's that?
- Get yourself a drink.

Don't want that, chuck.
Honest, things are not that bad.

(May) If it was mine,
he'd take it off me.

May, that would be different,
wouldn't it?

Oh, Dad!
I treated me mum and the lads.

(May) She's loaded now, Tommy.

(May) She can afford it.
(Tracey) Go on.

- You sure?
- Yeah, here you are.

Give me a kiss.

Tell you what,
when I win the pools,

I'll buy you a George Formby
long player, OK?

- Right, Tracey. See you later, Tommy.
- See you, bye.

Hiya.

- Do you still do Communion dresses?
- Yeah, we do. Is it for the little girl?

- Yeah.
- Right, OK, er...

Well, do you want me to through
the prices with you first?

(Anne) Please.

(Assistant) OK, er...
do you want a full outfit?

- Yeah, we do.
- Right.

Our dresses start from 50 pounds
and they go up to 90 pounds.

Then you want a head-dress.

That's a really nice ring
of flowers you get.

They're 3.25 up to 5.99.

Then you want, er... a veil...

from 5.99 up to 9.99.

Oh, unless of course you want us
to provide you with a consett.

What's that?

It's the head-dress
and the veil combined.

It's actually what most people
are buying these days.

- It would look really lovely on her.
- (Anne) How much is it?

Er... they're 16.99 up to 29.99.

Oh, and then,
you want white gloves, 2.99.

- Is that it... is that it?
- Yes.

Well... do you want to go home
and have a think about it?

Yeah. Yeah, I think we should.

No, there's no point.
We'll go for it.

- Right, OK then.
- (Sighs)

Where are we going to find
a hundred and fifteen quid?

You've already put ten down,
haven't you?

Oh, yeah. And that's why we're
walking home instead of getting a bus.

- Will you just shut up?
- And we've got to get the shoes.

- Another twenty quid.
- We'll find it.

- Oh, yeah. Mister Moneybags!
- Will you shut up?

Well, it's bloody stupid.

- Oh, stop moaning, woman!
- Coleen, come on, hurry up!

When am I getting my dress?

Soon as the alterations
have been made.

What?

Soon as the alterations
have been made.

- Jesus! Can't you just shut up?
- Don't take it out on her!

She can wrap you
right round her little finger.

Get hold of her hand
crossing this road.

Right. Come on, hurry up.

Anyway, it's so happens,
I've made meself a few quid.

You what?

I had a 25p win yankee
on the horses and it's come up.

Don't tell Tommy, though.

- Why didn't you tell me?
- I was letting you sweat a bit.

Right, how much?

Right, Coleen,
what I'm going to tell you now,

I want you to listen to me
very, very carefully. OK?

Well, you know about Our Lord,
don't you, he was crucified on the cross?

Well, the night before he was crucified
he got all his mates round,

round a big table
and they had a big tea.

Did they eat beans like us?

- I think he probably ate his up.
- Oh, very clever.

Get in the kitchen,
I'm doing me best here.

The reason he had all his mates
round for this tea

was because
he knew he was going to die.

How did he know?

Well, because he's Christ.
Christ knows everything!

- Why couldn't he run away?
- Oh, bloody hell!

Don't they teach you anything
at school?

They told me about Confession.

Oh, forget Confession,
get Confession out of your head.

We're not talking about Confession,
we're talking about Communion.

Right, what happened,
Jesus gets His disciples...

Who's telling this, Anne,
me or you?

You!

We'll be out here all night,
way you're telling it.

So what he did was, He got all His...
all His mates there like...

and He picks up a piece of bread,

and He takes like,
a piece of the bread off like that,

and He holds it up to His mates
and He says,

"This is me. This is my body."

Right? And then He got hold
of His cup and His...

- What's the next one, Anne?
- "This is my blood."

Oh, aye. Picks up His cup,
his goblet, and He says to His mates...

"This is my blood."

Yeah, but I don't want to drink
Christ's blood.

It's not real blood!
It's just a glass of wine!

How come you said
that it were blood, then?

Because it means like...
it's the blood of Christ.

It represents the blood of Christ.
It's blood and it's wine.

Do you understand now?
You don't, do you?

It's like... it's like when you die,
you go to heaven.

If you've not had no... if you've not had
your Holy Communion you can't get in.

- Do you understand me?
- No.

- Well, look at me.
- I'm looking.

He gives you the present of life so that
when you die you can go to heaven.

If you don't have Communion,
you can't go to heaven.

- Now do you understand?
- No.

Oh, bloody hellfire!

(Clerk) Twenty, forty, sixty,
eighty, five...

(Bob) Thanks, love.

- Bye, now.
- (Clerk) Bye.

- All right, Bob?
- Hello, Ted.

- Do you know a bloke called Gilbert?
- Gilbert?

Yeah, small guy, moustache.

He's a smart-arse.
He owes Tansey money.

- No. I don't know him.
- I just wondered if you'd seen him about.

- No. Don't know him.
- All right.

- All right, Tracey?
- I can't give you that money.

Never mind you can't give it me.
You know what the trouble is...

It doesn't matter about the kids.
We want the money.

Yes, mate?

Dave Ward sent me down.
I'm looking for a guy called Mike.

Yeah?

He said there might be a couple
of nights work here.

Didn't know we were
advertising for a fucking pot collector.

Right. I suppose
I'd better get you kitted out.

- Sick of Dave sending people down.
- That's all we fucking need.

...sending this cunt now.

(Man #1) You worked
in a club before, mate?

Well, I did two years
in the bar at the Millbeck.

- Do you know what the job entails?
- I can handle myself.

- What sort of training do you do?
- Training?

(Man #1) I can't believe this.
(Man #2) Training, looking after yourself.

I play table tennis now and then.

(Man #1) Do you know
what sort of club this is?

- It's not a fucking ballroom dancing club!
- No, this is a rave club, mate.

Do you know how to do
a proper body search?

- I'll soon learn.
- Do you know how to handle people

when they threaten you with knives
and guns, CS gas?

Well, we all get together, don't we,
and sort it out?

(Man #1) It's not like the old days, mate.

(Man #2) Simple as that?
Fisticuffs at dawn.

Let's see what we got
in me toy box for you.

- Oh, Jesus Christ! It stinks, man.
- (Laughter)

(Bob) You're joking, aren't you?
(Mike) It's Ragger's jacket, that one.

- Yeah, it's to keep the muggers away.
- (Mike) Shark repellent, I think.

That's it. Lovely.

- (Wolf whistle)
- (Man #2) Looks younger already.

- I wouldn't go that fucking far!
- (Man #2) Overstatement, sorry.

(Man #1) Mutton dressed as lamb.

Be on the "Clothes Show" next.

(Bob) Leave it out, boys.

I've only come for a fucking job,
not an audition as a comedian.

(Mike) Pants.

- Where do I put these on?
- Just stick 'em on now.

- (Man #2) He's shy now.
- (Laughter)

(Man #1) Have you got something
different to us, eh?

We'll find out
what a real man he is.

Show us what you white boys
have got.

(Mike whistles)

(Man #2) Whoa! Cool man,
look at them undies.

Fucking hell, he's got a sunbed!

(Man #3) Do you shave them legs
or wax them?

(Laughter)

Thought you said I was working
with professionals. He's a pervert!

Doesn't hang on the door though,
do you, fucking Eric?

Easy, get off me case.

Not so much a Chippendale,
more an MFI.

(Man #1) Hey, Bob...

he went "wait" training once.
Stood at a bus stop for half-an-hour.

(Mike) The crack is,
you're in three nights a week.

Wednesday, Friday and Saturday.
55 quid a night.

In at ten o'clock,
any later, you're out.

No drinking and smoking on duty.

If you're found with a drink
or a fag in your hand, you're out.

And no fucking around
with the women.

Yeah, I know, "or you're out!"

(♪ Rave music)

(Music drowns out speech)

(Man) She's got something.

- Tracey! Jesus Christ!
- Bob!

- Are you out of your head or what?
- What?

Don't give me that!
I just stood and watched you!

- It's only an E.
- I'm not on about that!

Everyone's at it in here.
That's why the place is rocking!

I've just seen you!

You gave something to a bloke
down there and he's give you money.

You're a pusher!
Come on, I'm taking you home.

- Your dad will kill you!
- Let go of me!

- I'm taking you home.
- What's going on?

- Is this the ponce you're pushing for?
- You fucking get off!

Get hold of him, Tracey!
Fucking get down there, you bastard!

You fucking twat!

(Bob) You bastard!
(Pusher) You fucking twat!

(Pusher) He's a fucking nutter!
(Bob) You fucking lunatic!

He's fucking pushing...

(Man #2) Get hold of his fucking arm!

- What's the fucking score then?
- He's a fucking drug pusher!

- Has anyone seen any fucking drugs?
- He's seen fuck all! Fuck him off!

No! Fucking keep him, sort it out...

The girl's that pushing for him,
I know her!

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

We fucking know her.
She's a fucking slag!

Her fucking father's a friend of mine!

Who gives a fuck? Look at the fucking
state of your jacket. Get it off!

You're nothing
but a fucking balloon, you are.

Don't fucking need you here.
Look...

...fucking 20 quid.

Be fucking grateful
you got that, you cunt.

- Does that mean I'm fucking fired?
- Count yourself lucky!

You fucking bastards!

(Mike) Get up the other door!

Come on!

(Water running)

- Come on, Rambo.
- Oh, leave it out, love.

- (Groans)
- I hardly touched you.

- All right?
- Hope so.

I'll tell you what, you're gonna
have a shiner in the morning.

- Put some of this on.
- How bad is it?

Bad.

Now this is going to sting.

I don't know where to start.

Keep still!

Jesus Christ, that stings!

- Morning, Bob.
- Tommy.

- Bloody hell, it's nippy, isn't it, lad?
- Right through the bones now, mate.

Have you been looking
through keyholes?

- What have you done to your eye?
- Had a bit of a fight.

Bet the other fella
doesn't go to school this morning.

I tried me hand
at that bouncing game.

You must be a bloody crackpot,
that's only for young bulls.

- Wages, Tommy. Wages.
- What did Anne say?

Well, I got slung,
so there's not much she can say.

- You got the sack on your first night?
- Well and truly.

Just as bloody as well.

This mate of yours,
is he all right or what?

Sound as a pound.

And what's this job
and where are we going?

I don't know where it is
and what we're doing.

- I told you everything I know.
- Digging up turf?

Yeah, he's a bloody landscape gardener.

Here he is now.

Jesus, look at the state of it.

What do you want,
a bloody Rolls-Royce?

All right, Dixie?

- This your mate? Jump in the back.
- Sound as a pound.

- Give us a shout when you're in.
- OK. OK!

Not worth getting out of bed for.

Go away! A tenner for two hours
work's not bad, is it?

We'll be back home
before the kids go to school.

Why can't we get involved in laying it?
We'd make a few more bob out of that.

He's got another gang there doing it,
that's why.

- He's got a couple of gangs, has he?
- Loads of fellas.

He has one gang cutting it,
one gang laying it.

But he's got gangs all over the bloody
county. Does loads of work, you know.

You'd think he'd have a decent van.
Jesus Christ!

What does he want a decent van for,

for bloody soil and wheelbarrows
and spades!

- Oh, Jesus Christ!
- (Bob) I wish he could drive.

That's pushed my piles back
about a fortnight.

Let's get these shovels moving here.

- Eh, where are we?
- The Con Club.

- Conservative Club?
- Yeah.

We're not nicking their fucking turf,
are we?

- You're not a Tory, are you?
- No.

Well, what are you worried about then?

Yeah, the caretaker lives miles away,
there's no problem.

All you've got to do,
heads down, arses up,

let's get into gear
and make a couple of bob, come on.

Here you are, Kevin Keegan.
You get over here and take this corner.

- Hurry up.
- What am I going to do?

When we roll them up
you take them to the wagon.

Come here.

Start there. Keep in a straight line,
make them about a foot long.

So you can roll them up
like a carpet.

Here you are, dopey arse,
you get over here.

Now go in sections
as fast as you can,

a couple of hours
and we're up the road, all right?

Come on, Dean,
hurry up, lad, will you!

(Tommy) This is ridiculous, this.

Too early for this sort of stuff.
I've got a bad back.

- (Dean) Can't you keep up with me?
- Piss off.

Oh, keep them neat, will you, lad?

(Dixie) Come on, Tommy,
just make it safe there.

That won't work. Come on.

Come on, Deany lad.

Hang on!

Oi!

Oh, no!

Communist bastards!

Pick up a roller
from a scrap-yard dirt cheap.

All you want then is a roll of twine,
a couple of pegs,

couple of banjos, a plank,
a wheelbarrow and a rake.

- We're on our way.
- Do we need all that?

Yeah, to do the businesses properly.

It all depends
if I get my hands on a van.

- Just put an advert in the local paper.
- And I'll need me phone putting in.

Correct. As soon as a local punter
rings up, I go down, measure the job,

go whizz the turf, lay it down,
get paid all in the same day.

You ever done it before?

Dead easy, lad,
like laying carpet tiles, isn't it?

- Just make sure underneath's flat.
- Where do we get the turf?

- Parks, gardens, cemeteries...
- And Conservative Clubs!

Well, that's the best quality stuff.
We get a few extra bob for that.

But I've got to get a van.
Where are we gonna get a van from?

(Man) ...to ensure tenancy
arrangement under the private landlords.

(Jimmy) So, where does
the difference come in?

(Man) The difference is
you've got no protection.

Under the assured tenancy...

(Woman) I'll only be ten minutes.

I've not got much time at all.

If you get any problems,
give us a shout.

- Yeah, OK. Hello, Bob.
- Hello, Jimmy.

- This is my son-in-law.
- Pleased to meet you.

- This is Ken Rider, councillor.
- Pleasure.

Second prize again, eh?

I hope you got it fighting
for the working class. I've got to go.

- Give us a ring.
- Nice one. No problem.

- All right, son.
- Listen...

I'm after a van.
You don't know anyone, do you?

- A van?
- Yeah, nothing fancy.

- Have you got the money?
- Depends on the price.

But without a van I can't work.

Er... hang on, I'm sure there's
a card come in yesterday.

Cheers, Jimmy.

Yeah, this is it. This is it.

Only come in yesterday this, Bob.

- Have a look at that.
- 260?

Well, he won't rip you off, you know.
You know Cliff, don't you?

Oh, is that the little guy,
always wears a boiler suit full of grease?

- Lives on Hollins.
- I'll give that a look at, cheers.

- You're looking a mess, you know, son.
- I feel a mess.

Listen, what did this
Communion dress cost you?

- Oh, has our Anne been talking?
- Anne hasn't mentioned it, son.

Young Coleen's
been telling me all about it

and I put two and two together.
It must have cost you a bomb.

Yeah, a good few quid, yeah.
But I'll manage.

- Aye, so I see. Look.
- No, you look!

I've got a lot of respect for you, Jimmy,
but this is none of your business.

Bobby, we're family.

Look, I got meself in this mess,
I'll get meself out.

Not through the church
you won't, son.

What's the church
got to do with it?

You're looking for answers

and there isn't any
because they're part of the problem.

Look, you've got your beliefs,
I've got mine, OK?

No, what you've got is fear.

And five Hail Marys
ain't going to help what ails you.

Because all this religious mumbo-jumbo
all it does is tire your mind

and stops you thinking for yourself.

Look, Jimmy, the last thing I need
right now is a lecture.

Or a sermon.

No, what you need is a job
and there aren't any.

Oh, now tell us something
I don't know.

When you're a worker,
it rains stones seven days a week.

And then it pisses down on me.

Ah, not only on you, Bob.

You're walking around
with this individual guilt

and this is what they want.
It's destroying you.

God knows, you know, given half
the chance I know you're a grafter.

It's not done us much good,
though, has it?

We never invented the system, son,
but it's up to us to change it.

- What's that?
- Slanging match.

(People shouting)

Oh, bloody hell!

- Smackheads!
- She can't be no more than 15.

If that, Bob.

- You've got my ring!
- I haven't got your ring!

- You've got me money then.
- No! Cos I want to score tonight as well.

You're a liar! I need to score tonight.
You know for a fact...

(Jimmy) What chance have they got?

One or two might slip
through the net,

but for the rest of them,
it's mapped out.

It's all cut-and-dried.

They've got no work, no hope.
It's all despair.

Alls they've got is crime,
booze, drugs.

Families just breaking up.

And you know, it could be
a lovely estate to live on.

We're like punch-drunk fighters
hammering at each other

instead of us getting together
and sharing around the power for us

to make all the changes.

And that's all it is in a nutshell
the rest is propaganda.

- Do about 30 to the gallon on a run.
- Let's have a look.

- Hang on a minute, Tommy.
- You have a look. I'll have a look here.

Yeah, but, Tommy...

Oh, come on, Cliff
look at the bloody bodywork, son.

What's wrong with that?

There's more filler here
than on Barbara Cartland's face!

There's some fillers...

Look at that,
the tyres are bleedin' balding.

- They're remoulds.
- Yeah?

You don't see the tread
with remoulds.

You're joking, aren't you? I've seen
more rubber on a bleedin' French letter!

(Cliff) You must have a big French letter.
You've got new tyres on the front!

- Hey, Cliff. I'm having it.
- (Cliff) Right, how are you having it?

Is there any chance
of knocking the price down?

- Oh, here we go now, knock it down!
- How many owners has it had?

Owners! Only one owner!

- Who, fucking Ben Hur?
- Who's Ben Hur?

- Come on, Cliff!
- Does he live on the estate?

Cliff, Cliff, listen, mate.
I'm buying the thing, right?

Can we knock it down to 200?

Come on, Cliff, play the game.
He's just lost his mother.

I've gotta make a living.

He's lost his mother! I'm going to lose
my wife if I sell it for any less than that.

- 200?
- No, 260, and that's it.

I haven't got
that amount of money on me.

What about if we can come
to some sort of deal?

Can I pay you weekly
from the start?

So you're paying half the price
of the 260, right?

- Yeah, all right.
- And a tenner a week.

Can you manage that?
I don't want any pissing about.

If you say a tenner a week,
I want it.

Mum! Dad's got a new van!

I'm going downstairs
and seeing him.

- Hey, Dad!
- Coleen.

Yeah, look at this!

- What? Is this ours?
- Like it?

Yeah, it's great, isn't it?
Come on, let me show you the inside.

Hiya, love.
What do you think?

- That's ours?
- Yeah, it's not bad, is it?

Why didn't you tell me
you were getting a van?

It came out of the blue.
260. Snatched his hand off.

260?

Look, the bloke I'm getting it off
is a mate

and he says I can pay him back
bit-by-bit once I start earning the money.

Ah, come on, this is us, kid,
we're on our way up now.

I can start earning wages
with this.

In fact, I've already pulled
one little job on the way down.

Yeah?
- Moving a little bit of furniture.

So it's a start.

Oh, it's got to be right, this.

It's gonna make it for us.
So what do you reckon?

Well, it could do
with a bit of a clean.

Bit of elbow grease
and it'll be fine, this.

Dad, when can we have
a ride in it?

Later, love, later.
But for now

you can sit in the driver's seat
and play with the steering wheel.

Get in there.
Have a go on the steering wheel.

Hey, I can earn some money
with this, love.

Brilliant!

Ta, love.

Hello, Gilbert.
- Hello, Bob. Are you all right?

- Yeah, fine.
- Better now.

- I know what you mean, mate, yeah.
- See you later then, Bob.

- You little shithead!
- I was gonna pay you!

Now you'll pay us.

I've got the money!
I was going to pay you!

- I've got the money!
- Money now.

- I've got it! I've got it!
- Shut up!

You never give me a chance.

When you borrow money,
you pay it back.

- Right.
- Right!

And never mind spending it
at bookies.

- Look, we want this every week.
- Right.

You owe a lot of money!
Don't spend it in the bookies.

- I'm warning you!
- A warning! Or you gonna get...

(May) Here you are,
part-time cleaners.

Evening shifts for city centre.

(Anne) Mm. Seems all right, doesn't it?
Where is it?

(May) Oh, Stretford.
(Anne) Waste of time, isn't it, that?

(May) Cost you a week's wages,
wouldn't it?

See if there's anything else.

"Returning to work..."

- (Sean) Mum?
- Yeah?

Can I have some money
to go to the chippy?

He's always after money, our Sean.
Come here.

Ta.

Er...

- Right, I want some change.
- OK.

I shouldn't be too long, right.

- Mum, can I play out?
- Course you can.

Put your coat on.
All right.

(May) Here. "Earn pounds at home.
Experienced machinists required

"for making baby buggy hoods
and aprons."

- Aye, I wonder how much that is?
- It's usually cash-in-hand.

I used to get 12p an apron

and if I really was good, you know,
disciplined myself and put the hours in

I'd get between
ten and twelve quid a day.

- Sounds like it'd do us, that.
- You've got to be fast.

Hm. I've not sewed in ages.

Soon get back into the swing
of things, doing it.

- Eh, Mum...
- Yeah?

An ambulance has just pulled up
outside Mrs Whittaker's house

and the people in the Chippy
said that she's took an overdose.

Let's have a look.

(Siren wailing)

(May) It doesn't surprise me, this.
She got caught for doing the meter.

(Anne) Did she?
(May) Yeah, about three week ago.

(Anne) You know,
it gets you like that, dunnit?

(May) Yeah, but throwing the towel in's
not the answer, is it?

She's got three kids,
for Christ's sake.

Mmm. It's funny how you start off,
innit, with all these big ideas

then you realise that things
aren't gonna change.

- Things aren't gonna get any better.
- No.

It's like Bob's prospects.
When's he going to get a job?

Well, Tommy's like that, he's
been trying for ages, he's give up now.

Do you know...

I'll live and die in that flat
and nobody'll even know.

But at least
you're not on your own, are you?

I reckon
we should go out one night

and get ourselves
a couple of sugar daddies.

- Do you reckon?
- Yeah.

- Isn't it gorgeous?
- (Anne) It's lovely.

(Bob) She looks like a princess.

(Assistant) It's lovely, isn't it?

Go on, Coleen, give us a twirl.

(Bob) Oh, yeah.
Now walk up and down.

Put your hands together
as though you're going to the altar.

Oh, she looks great.

(Assistant) Twenty, thirty, forty,
fifty, sixty, seventy...

seventy-five, eighty,
ninety, a hundred...

and four pounds.
I'll just get your change.

(Man) Keep close to the edge, love.

No, you're going too far away
from the edge.

You're wasting
too much material, love.

You've got to keep that edge...
Keep it closer to the edge.

Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa, love!
Come on!

You're running right!
Try and keep as close to...

I don't want any wastage
at all, love.

- What did you work on before?
- Kid's coats.

Kid's coats! My God,
I bet they had a waste on them.

All right, just...

- Whoa!
- What?

Listen, love, keep your edges together.
I want to keep it close.

Lift your foot. Lift the foot.

(Anne) You make me nervous.

(Man) You're making me...
You're making me nervous.

Look at that wastage on that material.
Can make a belt out of that.

- Just try...
- I'll be all right once I get...

- Have you got a machine at home?
- No, not yet.

- You haven't got one at home?
- No.

Well how do you expect to sew?

I'm gonna hire one.

Well, I can't be working on that, love.
We need a job...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Whoa! Bloody hell!
Lift the thing up!

- No, I'm sorry, love.
- What?

I'm sorry, love. You haven't got a clue,
have you really, love?

I'll try again...

Come on, love.
I haven't got time to train you.

Well, give me a chance.

No, go and practice
on somebody else's material, Iovey.

- Off you go.
- When I'm at home I'll be all right.

Never mind. Off you go.

When you've got some experience,
come back.

Off you go.
Go on, love, go on.

Wasting my bloody time, they do.

They haven't got a clue
about bloody sewing machines!

Right, I've got everything for
the mince pies, so I'm all right for that.

- Er... want some bread.
- How many loaves?

- Two. Two loaves.
- Will that be enough?

Yeah. Yeah, I've got a bit in.

Er... boiled ham.

- Get some salmon paste, yeah?
- (Bob) Salmon paste.

(Anne) Yeah, Coleen likes that,
doesn't she?

Er... a big bag of crisps.

- Oh, Coke.
- (Bob) What about the booze?

(Anne) What about it?
(Bob) Have to get a bottle of whisky.

(Anne) Don't have
to get a bottle nothing.

I do. That brother-in-law of yours
is coming.

I'm not having that saying
he never got a drink in my house.

- Don't be daft.
- Give over. You know what he's like.

What's up?

- Nothing, love. Nothing.
- Well, can you get a move on?

- Yeah, I'll see you later.
- All right. See ya.

Yeah. Ta-ta, love.

Here we are. Get it from here.

Excuse me. Have you got a cake
with icing on, please?

- Is that big enough?
- Yeah, that'll be fine, that. Yeah.

Is that the lot or have you
got to get anything else?

Some sausage meat.

- Fancy a little bet?
- You what?

I got a couple of tips last night of Keith.
Go halves with me for a Yankee bet?

- Keith?
- At the Carters'!

Oh, sod Keith
and the bets, mate, listen...

- I'm up to me neck in the shit.
- What with?

Have a look at that.

Oh, bloody hell, lad.

How much?

- (Anne) You all right?
- Yep.

- (Knock on door)
- Can you get that for me?

- Your daddy in, sweetheart?
- No, me mum is.

- Mrs Williams?
- What are you doing?

Nice to meet you, love.

- You don't just come barging in...
- Fucking shut it!

You got a dickhead for a husband
and he owes me money.

You can't just come in me house.

- Lots of it!
- Do you mean Bob?

Ted, go up-fucking-stairs.

You're not going up.
I've not got anything.

No, you're not going up!
Get out! You're not...

- Get out!
- Where is he?

- Look, get your...
- Where is he?

I don't know where he is.
Get him down my stairs now!

He owes me money.

- Let me tell you the shit you're in!
- Tell your mate to get downstairs...

He borrowed 150 pound.
It's there in black and white.

- Look, he's not in. All right?
- He borrowed 150.

- Look...
- Shut up!

The people he borrowed it from

maintain it was for a Communion dress
or something for a young girl.

Probably that little girl there, was it?

- He's paid four weeks, then pissed off.
- Get out, will you?

- Done the vanishing act.
- He's not here!

But not from me, he doesn't!
I bought the debt!

- Look, he's not here, so you...
- And now he owes me!

And I get fucking paid.

Don't come mithering me about it,
I don't know anything about it.

- Altogether it's 285 pound.
- Will you tell him to...

285 pound love, please.

Two hundred... I've not got 285 pound!

- How much have you got?
- Nothing.

- You must have something.
- I've not got anything!

You must have something
in the house.

Oh, can you stop him?

- You just stop it in there!
- Anything upstairs, Ted?

- He's gone and messed me kitchen up.
- Ted, anything upstairs?

- (Ted) No, fuck all!
- Let's have a look at your fingers.

What do you wanna look
at me fingers for?

- Let me have a look at your fingers!
- What for?

- Hold your fucking hands out!
- No!

Hold your hands out!

- Take the rings off.
- No!

- Take the rings off.
- This is me wedding ring.

- Pretty daughter, isn't it, that?
- You just leave her alone, just get out!

- Do you want her to stay pretty?
- Just get out.

Do you want her to stay pretty?
Take the fucking rings off!

- Put them on the table.
- This isn't fair, this. No.

Take 'em off!

If you don't, he fucking will!

Now take 'em off
and put 'em down there!

I don't believe this!

- Money. Where's your money?
We've not got any money.

- You must have some fucking money.
- There's no money! We're skint!

Video?

Where's your bag?

- I don't know.
- Where is your bag?

- Here Tansey, in the kitchen.
- Oh just stop it, please, get out!

Get out!
Get out of me house now! Get off it!

- Open this!
- (Screams)

Open it and give me the money!

- Get the money out!
- There's nothing!

Get the money out!

There's nothing in me bag.
I haven't any money...

You have no fucking money
but you're living off me!

Whose, fucking money bought this?
Mine! Give me some money!

- I haven't got any.
- Open the fucking bag. Let me see.

- There is no money. I know...
- What's that? What is that?

- What...
- Take that out!

- Take that out!
- What for?

Give it to me.

- Give it to me!
- (Ted) That'll fucking do for starters.

I'll be back for this
when it's fucking due every Monday.

And you can tell that fucking
shit-house of an husband of yours

either he pays, we find him,
we'll cut his fucking bollocks off!

What am I going to do now?

Then I'll come and rip it out
your fucking arse!

- Do you fucking understand now?
- Just please don't...

- Don't fuck about with us!
- (Plates crash)

Now... let him fucking know
that we'll be fucking back!

Oh, God!

Are you all right?

Anne?

Hi, love.

- Why didn't you tell me?
- Tell you what?

You borrowed that money,
didn't you?

You never come up on the horses.
You borrowed it!

Oh, I'm sorry, love.

(Sobbing)

I'm sorry.

- Get off!
- Tell me what happened.

They said things!
They were really threatening.

You should have seen them.

What did they say?

They said...

They said Coleen were...

were pretty.

And did we
want to keep her like that?

Oh, God, I'm sorry, love.

- Look, I'm sorry...
- It's all your fault!

And they said they'd come back
and take it out of my arse,

that's what they said!

- Look, I'm sorry, love...
- You've got no bleedin' right, Bob!

You really haven't!

I'm just ducking and weaving,
trying to keep my head above water,

trying to get what I can.
I'm sorry.

You've got us all
in the shit now.

It's all down to me.

Oh, God.

We'll have to go the police.

Oh, the police. They think we're a load
of tosspots to start with.

- (Knock on door)
- Oh shit! Don't go. Don't get it. Bob!

- Stay there.
- What you gonna do?

Bob!

- (Knock on door)
- Just don't answer it.

- Mum! Mum!
- It's Coleen, love.

- Oh, come here.
- What the bloody hell's going on, lad?

Oh, Jesus Christ!
Look at the mess in here.

- What's happening?
- Are you all right?

They didn't hurt you,
did they, love?

(Tommy) Are you all right, kid?
(May) Your Coleen said...

They didn't hurt you, did they?
The men didn't hurt you, did they?

They put me over there to get...
Mummy's ring.

Didn't they, Mum?
They got the ring.

(Anne) Yeah.
(May) Are you all right now?

What else did they do?

They push me over there and they got
mummy's family allowance book.

Coleen, when we've cleaned
your mum's kitchen up,

shall we make some more cakes
for your party?

Eh, shall we do that?

- You sit there.
- (Tommy) Where are you going now?

(Bob) I'm going out.
(Tommy) Oh, don't be a dickhead!

Bob. Don't be a dickhead.

- Get out the fucking way, right!
- Drop it.

- No!
- You're out of your depth, lad!

I need to do this.
I'll fucking sort it out my way.

Bob, don't be a dickhead!
Think of these, lad.

- I'll fucking sort it out my way!
- Bob!

Bob! Leave it out, will you, son?

Another one of them.

4.55.

Cheers.

City lost again!
They want stuffing!

(Laughter)

Steady. Steady.

(Cheerful banter)

On your bike, piss off.
Aye, aye, there's a paraffin here.

Get out of it!

(Laughter)

- I'm fucking sick of it!
- You know me, you know me.

- I'm coming.
- Where you parked?

- In the car park.
- Let me come.

- No, no.
- Let me come!

- Where are you? Where are you?
- Are we cabbing it tonight?

I'm off for a flutter.
Going for a flutter.

(Tansey) Wahheey!

Tansey, come on.
Come with us, man.

- I'm away. I'm away.
- No, come with us.

I'm away.
You get yourselves away.

Do me a fucking favour!
Get yourselves...

Have a good night, I'm away.

See you. See you. Look after her.
Look after her.

I'm away. See you.
Take care.

(Tansey whistling)

Tansey!

Who's that?

What the fucking hell
are you doing here?

- You called.
- What?

You frightened the fucking life
out of my wife and kid.

- What you fucking talking about?
- You know what I'm talking about.

- You owe me money.
- Yeah, that's why I'm here.

Come on.

- Into that, are we?
- With fucking folks like you, I am.

- Keep coming.
- Listen...

Just keep coming...

You're gonna want somebody.

You're going to want somebody
to look after you,

- help you get out the shit you're in.
- Just keep coming.

Somebody who can help you
financially.

I'll look after you.
I'll look after you.

Ah, fuck you!
See you when I'm sober, you bastard.

Ah! Ah!

I want that fucking book
you've got with my name in it.

- You're fucking dead!
- I'm already dead!

What I haven't got,
you can't take from me!

I want that book
with my name in it.

- Crazy fucking bastard!
- I want that book with my name in.

I want that book!

Tomorrow, you fucking arsehole,
I'm coming to your house,

and I'm going to shag your wife!
Ah, fuck off!

You bastard!

You bastard!

Shit.

Where's the book?

(Vomits)

- Bob?
- I'm in trouble, Father.

What do you mean?

Come in.

(Sobs)

What is it, Bob?
What's happened?

Sit yourself down.

What's up?

I'm in terrible trouble, Father.

- What kind of trouble?
- I'm responsible for a man's death.

You... you killed someone?

No, it was an accident.
An accident.

I didn't mean to. I...

To a man named Tansey.

- The loan shark?
- Yeah.

- You fought with him?
- Yeah.

- About what?
- Money.

You borrowed from him?

No. I borrowed
from a loan company,

but I couldn't keep
the payments up

and Tansey got hold
of the debts.

- That's what he does. Debts and drugs.
- So I heard.

- How much?
- 150 pound.

- To pay for Coleen's dress?
- Yes, it was the only way.

Bob, I thought you had more sense.

Hold your horses there for a second.

(Distant siren)

I took these out of his pocket.

What is it?

It's the book with all the names in.

That's the money they all owe.

And if...if they don't pay he goes round
and breaks your legs.

That's why the call him the Collector.

I boil up inside,
sometimes I get angry.

- But I'm a grafter.
- I know that.

I get up every morning and go looking
for work, whatever there is.

I'm a good Catholic, Father.

I go to church,
I believe in God, I pray...

but it doesn't put food
on the table.

- When did this happen?
- About an hour ago.

- So he's still lying in the car?
- As far as I know, yeah.

- Does anyone else know about it?
- No.

- Just us?
- Yeah.

What are you going
to do about it, Bob?

I'm going to report it to the police,
what else can I do?

But I don't... I don't want them
going round telling Anne and Coleen.

I want you to do that,
Father, please.

I want you to do it cos I can't.

- I can't...
- Why should you?

- What?
- Tell Anne.

- Tansey's dead.
- Fuck Tansey!

May God have mercy on his soul.
You didn't kill him.

- No. It was an accident.
- Yes, it was an accident.

So why sacrifice your freedom
and the happiness of your family?

There's lots of good people
on this estate

who will sleep easier in their beds
because of his passing.

They were afraid of him, Father.
They were afraid of him.

- You came to me for advice and help.
- Yeah.

Then stay away from the police.

Go home and pray for Tansey's
worthless soul.

Say nothing to Anne
or to anyone.

First thing we do
is get rid of this lot.

You're not an evil man, Bob.

People like yourself
are hungering for justice.

And in the name of Christ,
who was himself the bread of life,

you deserve it.

Now I'll hear your confession.

In the name of the Father and the Son
and of the Holy Spirit, amen.

Forgive me, Father,
for I have sinned.

- Over in that corner there.
- Coleen?

- (Photographer) Hey, lads.
- Coleen!

(Photographer) Do you mind standing
over in that corner there, please?

Just over here. That's it.
Come on, lads.

Just over there.
Absolutely lovely.

- That's fantastic.
- (Man) Good do, that.

Everybody line up just there. That's
the idea. Just over there a little bit, son.

Right, just come a bit closer in.
That's it, and lift the baby up.

Just behave yourself.

I know you don't want to be here
but just behave yourself.

All right. Don't be worrying.

I'll never get back in on it.

- What, you got problems, mate?
- Just a minute. Slightly technical.

Did you hear about Tansey?

I believe he became unstuck
in a car crash.

Unstuck?
He's as dead as a bloody dodo!

How did it happen?

Just run into a concrete wall
or something.

- Pissed?
- Stoned out of his head, I believe.

Couldn't have happened to a nicer fella.

Mr Williams, can I have your attention,
please? Just face the camera.

Now everybody a big smile.
I've seen more life in a sick note.

Come on, everybody!

One, two... Mr Williams.
Mr Williams!

- (Tommy) Bob.
- Bob, stop it!

(Photographer) Mr Williams...

Now face the camera, that's the idea.
After three, a big smile.

- One, two, three...
- (All) Cheese!

(Photographer) Mr Williams?

The day before He suffered

He took bread in His sacred hands

and looking up to Heaven, to you,
His Almighty Father...

He gave you thanks and praise.

He broke the bread,
gave it to His disciples and said...

"Take this all of you and eat it,

"this is my body which will be
given up for you."

(Bell rings)

When supper was ended
He took the cup,

again He gave you thanks
and praise,

gave the cup to His disciples
and said,

"Take this all of you
and drink from it,

"this is the cup of my blood,

"the blood of the new
and everlasting covenant,

"It will be shed for you and for all men
so that sins maybe forgiven."

(Taps on door)

- Yes?
- Morning.

- Does Mr Robert Williams live here?
- Yeah. But he's not in.

Can you tell me
when he may be back?

Well, I don't know.
He's gone to church. Why?

Does he own
a green Transit van?

- BRJ 563Y?
- (Man) Yeah, but it's been stolen.

Well, we've found it.
It's in the police pound at Collyhurst.

I wonder if you'd give him a message,
ask him to collect it.

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

Amen.

The body of Christ.