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[Frank] Now, nobody's saying the Chatsworth Estate

is the Garden of Eden, but it's been a good home to us,

to me, Frank Gallagher, and me kids, who I'm proud of,

cos every single one of 'em reminds me a little of me.

See, they can all think for themselves,

which they've got me to thank for.

[Lip] Quick, leg it!

[Frank] Lip, who's a bit of a gobshite,

which is why nobody calls him Phillip anymore.

Ian, lot like his mam, which is handy for the others,

cos she's disappeared into thin air.

And Carl. We daren't let him grow his hair for two reasons.

One, it makes it stand on end and makes him look like Toyah.

Two, nits love him.

Debbie! Sent by God, total angel.

You've to check your change,

but she'll go miles out of her way to do you a favor.

Plus lickle Liam, who's gonna be a star someday.

Sheila, me bird. Couldn't be happier.

One plate short of a full set, like.

And fantastic neighbors, Kev and Veronica.

Lend you anything. Well, almost anything.

Carol and Marty, the lodgers from hell.

Last of the lonely hearts and a psychologist's wet dream.

Still, nobody's perfect.

But all of 'em, to a man, know first and foremost

one of the most vital necessities in life is,

they know how to throw a party!

[chuckles] Scatter!

[Lip] Sometimes things you do lead somewhere.

Other times, they're just an end in themselves.

-["Boys will be Boys" playing] -Trouble is, you never know.

Me and Ian, we're both young, free and single.

No baggage, right? Free to move on.

Except sometimes the past comes back at you that fast,

you can't get out the way.

♪ Boys will be boys ♪

♪ There's been girls That have stolen our hearts ♪

♪ But their arms Simply couldn't be prized apart... ♪

[exhales]

[Frank's voice echoing] Ciggies... ciggies.

[slurring] ...fucking ciggies.

Ciggies.

Could I trouble you for a ciggie?

You two birds look like fish out of water.

-You're not students, are you? -Yeah, we are, actually.

Oh.

You know, the only thing I learnt at school...

don't fucking kick against the pricks.

O-Level, fucking conformity.

GCSE, don't talk out of line.

I was 25 'fore I knew who I was.

Oh, am I bothering you?

I'm sorry. I think we're just in the wrong pub.

Yeah, well,

every pub's the wrong fucking pub, innit?

Fucking Casablanca...

Tell you what. If I give you a fiver...

Yeah?

...will you fuck off and leave us alone?

Yeah.

Dickhead.

[both laugh]

-Are we off home? -Nah, night's young.

-You hungry? -Yeah.

Do you want a curry...

or cock?

What do you mean?

[chuckles] Come on, I'll show you.

[both giggle]

I'm not sure about this, Mick.

Fuck it, I come down here all the time.

Yeah, but I don't just wanna fuck someone.

You're not fucking.

-You what? -[sighs]

One bloke in there. One bloke in the end.

Bob's your uncle.

-[sighs] There's a hole! -Oh.

[Mick clears throat]

-[man clears throat] -[Mick laughs]

Yeah.

-You're on. -[both chuckle]

Oh, you're meant to give 'em a little present after.

You know, for services rendered.

Still got that bottle of poppers on you?

-Yeah. -That'll do, go on.

[Mick snickers]

Fuck's sake.

Hey, suck him off and you get a present back.

[Ian] Nah.

No, sorry love, you've-- you've got the wrong Jockey.

This is in Gorton. You're in Chatsworth.

So you don't have a band playing here at all?

-No. -[Lip scoffs]

You're not missing much, anyway.

I saw them in Salford last month. They're shite.

I know.

My mate fancies the drummer. I only came as her alibi.

Her folks are a bit strict.

They think she's at my house revising.

Well, could be fate.

-Do you want another drink? -Yeah. Why not?

Two glasses of white wine please.

Come on, then. Let's go into town.

Hang on, I'm just having a drink.

-This is Lip. -All right?

[Anna] He's bought you one.

Here you go.

You're welcome.

-Right, then. I'm off home. -[Debbie] Oh.

You not staying tonight, then?

No. I don't stay every night, Debbie. We've been through this.

-I don't live here, love. -Really?

Really.

So I'll just get my things, and I'm off. [chuckles, kisses]

Goodnight.

Bit moody, isn't she? Your mate.

Yeah, well, she's spoiled.

Her dad's loaded.

She doesn't like it when she's not the center of attention.

She's getting some attention now.

I tell you, the lads in this pub, predatory!

[chuckles]

I best make a move.

That's a shame.

I was going to invite you round for coffee.

What? I've only just met you, and you think I'm gonna

come around to your house? At this time of night?

[scoffs] I'll get my coat.

[glasses clattering]

-[music playing over TV] -[indistinct squeaking]

What was that?

What was what?

[TV switches off]

It's Pimp My Ride, what you doing?

-[squeaking continues] -What's that noise?

-Sue and Marty shagging? -Carl!

-Can't we listen? -[TV switches on]

-Gross. -[Ian laughing]

Hiya.

Debbie, Carl. This is...

-a friend of mine. -Hello.

-[Anna] Nice to meet you. -Do you want a coffee?

No. Not really.

Right.

Well, we're just gonna pop upstairs for a bit.

-[Anna laughing] -[footsteps receding]

Do you ever think of anything apart from sex?

Yeah.

Girls.

[Sue moaning]

Come on, love. I'm closing up now.

[Janie grunts]

Come on.

[retches]

-Ugh! For fuck's sake! -[coughing]

These are brand new.

-How did you get like this? -I don't know.

Come on. It's all right. It's all right. Come on.

-It was good of you to phone us. -Oh, it's all right.

Can't have her getting in a cab that state, it's not safe.

I can't understand what's happened.

I mean, how'd she get like this? Somebody spike her drink?

[Kev] Eh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,

nothing like that goes on here, mate.

No, no, I'm sure. It's just...

I don't think she's ever been in a pub before.

Oh, right.

She's probably just not used to it, then.

-[Janie's dad sighs] -Kids, eh?

Listen...

me and the wife really appreciate this.

If you fancy a bet...

I've got a little filly won't let you down.

Only... keep it to yourself.

I don't want the odds affected or people getting suspicious.

Why would people get suspicious?

-Because take it from me... -[paper rips]

-...this horse has already won. -Yeah, all right.

Hey. I'm a man of me word.

And I don't give out these tips to anyone.

If you don't believe me,

check out the first race at York tomorrow.

The favorite will pull up lame.

I think the world of my daughter, mate.

You do yourself a favor.

Morning, Debs.

-Er, tea? -Yeah, please.

[dishes clatter]

I was just, er...

checking the weather-- Raining like fuck!

You know how tight things are in this house.

If someone's living here, they should pay their whack.

Right, fine. I totally agree with you.

Did Sue really go home last night?

[moans]

-Scream, you bitch. -[Sue screams]

Yeah, yeah-- No! Yes, she did.

[door opens]

-[Sheila] Ah! -[baby whines]

[Sheila sighs]

[exhales] There you go.

[Frank] What's up with you?

Post.

[scoffs] So, "Do you wish to change your gas supplier?"

Fucking deckchairs on the Titanic, innit?

This one's from Auntie Pat.

Oh, it's Beryl and Aidan.

Who are they?

Haven't got a clue, but they send every year,

Christmas and...

birthdays.

[chuckles]

Shite!

Got to be fucking cards in here.

Come on, help us out here, lads!

Have-- have I seen something I shouldn't have?

No, no. Nothing.

What have you got there?

No, really. It's nothing.

You can't fool me, Frank Gallagher.

Pretending you've forgot when you haven't.

[laughs nervously]

Oh, well, never mind. Give it me tonight at the pub.

-I'm so excited. -[chuckles nervously]

[Sheila giggles, sighs]

Fucking help you were, weren't you?

Sherlock Holmes and Watson.

-[Sue] Hiya. -Hiya, love. You all right?

Yeah. Erm, couple of scratch cards, please.

All right, Mandy? Not long to go, eh?

No. Only a couple of weeks, please God.

Like I'm walking round with a bloody Christmas turkey jammed up me muff.

-[all laugh] -Oi, son!

No hoods in the shop, please.

I said take your sodding hood off!

Is he bleeding deaf?

-[grunts] -[indistinct shouting]

-[Sue screams] -[Yvonne] Oi!

Get off, you little wanker, that's my bag!

-[women grunt] -[Sue] No! Get off!

Hey! Ey!

-[Mandy grunts] Shit. -[Sue grunts]

I don't believe that.

Five times in two months.

-[Mandy grunts] -Are you all right, Mandy, love?

I think me water's broken.

Ooh, yeah.

[both moaning]

[Anna moaning]

Lip. They've robbed the shop...

Mandy Maguire's been taken to hospital.

Shit!

[Anna grunts]

She's been taken off in an ambulance.

-What you doing? -Really sorry.

No, where you going?

[sighs]

He's...

gone to see Mandy.

-She's having his baby. -[door closes]

If I give you a fiver, will you fuck off and leave me alone?

"Redcar." Is that the name of the horse?

-That's the racetrack, innit? -All right, all right.

Here we go,

"Rat Pack, three-ten, Redcar, Saturday."

Right. How much we got in the jar-- ?

Ah, ah, no you don't. We've got bills.

But this geezer claims it's a dead cert.

Oh, dead cert?

According to some knobhead you met at last orders?

He wasn't a knobhead. He was wearing a suit.

Oh, all right then, some knobhead in a suit.

Don't mean he can see into the future.

-Come on, Vee. -We could paper the walls

with dead certs you've had down that boozer.

Everyone in there thinks they're John bastard McCririck.

I know but there was something about him that...

just seemed a bit different, that's all.

[Veronica exhales] If you wanna waste a tenner, fine.

But that's it.

Fucks sake. Where's your sense of adventure--

You don't need a sense of adventure livin' round here.

In fact, Kev, that's the last fucking thing you need.

[Kev sighs]

Oi!

No, you listen to me, Gunga Din.

My daughter gets the best treatment

that money can buy.

Don't give me any of this NHS shite...

[Lip] Please, love, you've got to help me.

That girl over there's is pregnant with my baby,

and that's her dad. If he sees me, I'm dead.

Fine!

What the fuck are you doing here, Gallagher?

D'you mind? I'm here to see my cousin.

We're trying to have a private family conversation.

Really?

Sorry, love. Got here as quick as I could.

Who are these?

This is Philip "Shagger" Gallagher.

-Your wife's cousin. -Cousin?

Yeah, you mean to say you don't recognize him?

You haven't got any cousins.

Oh, wait a minute. You filthy little bitch.

-No. Listen-- -[man] This is him, innit?

-Whoa. You little scumbag. -You little shite.

You stay away from my daughter and her baby.

Baby--

[echoing] Baby...

[baby cooing]

[grunts]

Baby...

[echoing] She had a baby.

No, no. It's lovely, Frank, really.

[Frank] I am sorry about your present, love.

[scoffs] God, I wanted to fucking smack them.

Had to hold meself back, you know, but...

but these people, I mean, they've got no scruples,

they just see human life as a disposable item.

Oh, well.

At least you're safe. That's the main thing.

I just thought, you know...

-But who am I to say? -Don't fret, Sheila.

You'll have something. I...

Something special, you know. I just to need to, you know...

-get it sorted. -[whispers] OK.

-[sighs] -What's for dinner?

Made you a shepherd's pie. I, erm...

I forgot to defrost it. You'll have to sort it out yourself.

Meself?

Yeah, well. I did what I could, you know?

I had a pop.

But these little tossers,

little kids with big fucking knives,

must've been Seven Samurai.

-[indistinct chatter on TV] -Make Poverty History.

Yeah? Just let 'em all machete each other to death.

Job done. Thank you, Gordon fucking Brown.

Frank, hang on a minute.

[Frank] Jez, can I get another packet of crisps, I'm fucking starving here.

-It's all fucking different n-- -Frank. Shut it.

[commentator] ...by the sounds of it.

And the news coming in, and it's a turn-up.

Rockin' Robin, the hot favorite,

has pulled up lame in the paddock,

just ten minutes before the off.

Check out the first race at York tomorrow.

The favorite will pull up lame.

Fuck me.

...favorite backers here, Rockin' Robin...

-See that's the problem-- -[commentary continues on TV]

I was fucking talking to you.

We'll sell the car.

The car? We only just got it.

It's the most valuable thing we've got.

We-- we don't just wanna put a few quid on, do we?

It's one extreme to the other with you, innit?

The bet's for real. The horse pulled up lame,

just like he said.

It was it definitely the right horse?

-First race at York, favorite. -And this Rat Pack,

-it's nine to one? -That's what it said in the paper.

Oh, Kev, just think what we can do with all that money.

Right.

We'll get all the cash together we can,

and we'll put it all on.

-Agreed? -Agreed.

Oh, wait, Vee. Hey, remember,

main thing, mum's the word, all right?

I promised that bloke I wouldn't tell anyone.

And we don't want the odds getting fucked up.

I haven't!

And we're off.

Nah. Sorry, mate. Not interested.

Not much demand for these.

No demand? When you sold it a few weeks ago,

you said they were selling like hotcakes.

Was weeks ago, weren't it? The market's up and down, innit?

-Waggy, come on. -I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll give you two hundred for it...

if you give me the name of this horse.

You robbing bastard.

I'll give you a tenner.

A tenner? You taking the piss?

Well... fifty...

if you tell us the name of this horse.

Fucking hell!

I told you! We have to keep quiet about this, Vee.

I did!

I haven't told anyone.

[sighs]

I did mention it to me mam.

Oh! Was that before or after

you took a double page ad out in the Evening News?

I didn't tell her the name of the horse.

-Look, I'm sorry. -No. It's just...

why does our life have to be so shit?

Eh, hang on.

Wasn't shit two days ago, before you got this stupid tip.

[sighs]

Look...

here's 20 quid. Go and put that on.

Bollocks to the catalogue this week.

But that'll only win us 180 quid.

Well, it's 180 quid more than we've got now.

We've never had money before, and we've always been happy.

[Kev grumbles]

[sighs] Maybe it's just not meant to be.

Me having money.

So what?

You've got me.

No, actually, Carol, erm, I wanted to ask you a favor.

A little bastard's nicked the present that I'd bought

-for Sheila-- -"Neither a borrower

nor a lender be," Frank. Shakespeare.

Yeah, well, he was all right, wasn't he?

He was at Anne Hathaway's fucking cottage.

Sheila's gone on cookery strike.

It's the winter of fucking discontent, in me own house.

I mean, fucking, what's it all about, eh?

I'm being punished.

And for what? For missing her birthday.

And what's that? Another staging post--

another staging post--

another staging post on the long road to death...

to death-- to death--

to fucking oblivion...

Change the bloody record, Frank.

Hey, listen.

Is it true about Kev and this tip?

My lips are sealed. But yes, it is.

Oh, 'ey up, here's Hinge and fucking Bracket.

Right, listen up.

We're investigating a serious crime that's taken place.

Fuck off.

Oi! Can we have your attention please?

-Quiet! -[Tony] Oi!

-Quiet! -[indistinct chatter]

["Don't Stop Movin'" playing]

-[music stops] -[chatter dies down]

That's better. Now then, I've got some questions.

Excuse me.

-If you don't mind. -No.

Right, first things first.

My daughter's been knocked down.

And someone's gonna get a big fucking kicking for it,

-I'll tell you that for nothing. -That's not the fucking half of it.

[Patrick] Yeah.

Cos the stupid little prick that stole my Mandy's bag...

took something else, too.

Piece of jewelry.

Belonging to my wife.

Which, let's put it this way, has great sentimental value.

I want it back.

So, if anybody has any information about this crime...

I expect them to come and talk to me.

Understood?

You won't find me ungrateful.

Er, if I could just add, if anybody does know anything,

.then come see us in confidence.

[music re-starts] [chatter resumes]

All right, Patrick?

I see we have both become grandfathers.

Fuck off, you ugly bastard.

We don't want you anywhere near her.

Large vodka.

I hear you were in the shop.

Oh, no, I didn't see owt. He just...

fucking hood, you know.

Totally covered his face.

Yeah, well, don't worry about it.

This is the CCTV video from the shop.

And if I find out from that...

that you know more then you're letting on...

I'll wait till it comes out on DVD.

-What was it? -A bracelet.

A charm bracelet.

It's not worth much, just a few quid, but my Patrick bought it for me

the first time he come out of prison...

just after we were married.

Every time he did a spell inside,

he'd buy me another charm to celebrate his release.

Our Mandy was taking it to the menders.

And some little cocksucker's stolen it.

Well, trust me.

He'll curse the day he was born when my boys get hold of him.

Is Mandy in?

-Ow. -There?

So... staying again tonight, Sue?

Don't start, Debbie.

Just saying.

If she is...

she has to put something into the kitty.

Ugh! What is it with you? I'm not living here.

[footsteps approaching]

Take it easy with the fruit. It's for the kids.

Yeah. We'd all have scampi if it weren't for Ian.

-[Debbie] Scurvy! -You all right?

What's happened to you?

I think it's the Maguires' way of saying,

"Here's a cigar for the new dad."

Aww, so we're not gonna get to see her, then?

Put it this way.

I won't be holding me breath for a christening invite.

Maguires'd probably drown you in the font-Irish psychos!

Oh, well.

There's only so many times they can headbutt you.

Yeah, before they kill me.

What's that?

-[Ian] Got it today. -Let's have a look.

Hang on.

Where did you get that?

In town. Found it, why?

This is mine. It was in my bag.

-It can't be yours. -It's mine, I'm telling you.

It was in my bag that got fucking robbed.

Where'd you get it?

I-- I don't know.

Look I told you, I found it.

Oh, fuck's sake.

-Fuck off. -Where'd you get it?

-It's none of your business. -Was it you who nicked it?

Course it wasn't me.

-I just got it, all right? -Who off?

-No one. -Who off, Ian?

I need to find out who robbed the shop

so I can get back in with the Maguires.

[sighs] Fucking hell.

Look, right.

There's this place I've been to a couple of times with a mate.

What place?

-It's a cottage, OK? -Cottage?

What, like a little fucking house in the country?

No, a gay cottage.

What? A lav?

It's just blowjobs and that.

You don't even see 'em half the time.

How come? Do it in the dark?

No. There's a hole in the cubicle wall, and you--

Oh, Jeez.

And people leave stuff. You know, in return.

And that's how you got the Walkman?

Yeah. Some guy. I got lucky.

-Who is he? -I dunno.

-You must know his name-- -I don't know his name.

-I didn't even see his face. -Oh, fuck.

[sighs] Never gonna find him...

and I'm never gonna get to see my daughter.

I said I didn't see his face.

I didn't say I wouldn't recognize him.

[sighs]

Oh, Kev, you bastard.

You horrible bastard.

How much did it fetch, then, me ring? A couple of hundred?

Were you gonna go to the pawn shop, and buy it back, hope I wouldn't notice?

Vee, Vee... Shh.

I'm sorry.

I was desperate.

I wasn't thinking straight.

This is our big chance.

I just really wanted to... [sighs]

[sighs deeply]

I'd never pawn your wedding ring, you know I wouldn't.

-You thought about it, though. -Oh, for five minutes.

But I knew how devastated you'd be.

You knew I'd rip your knackers off, more like.

Fuck's sake, though.

Twenty quid stake?

What did Waggy offer you for the car?

Oh, he wasn't interested.

He wasn't interested unless I gave him the name of the horse.

Leave it with me.

But if you ever try anything like that again...

I really will rip your knackers off.

What the fuck!

-Right. -[man screams]

I wanna know where this came from.

You left this in here the other day as a present.

It was you in the shop, wasn't it?

-You did the shop over? -No, no. I didn't.

-Ian! -[screams] What's he doing?

-Tell us the truth. -I am. I am.

It's not mine, I bought it from a bloke in a shop,

my shop. I-- I fence goods.

Who was it? I want a name.

I'm sorry. I have a rule.

-No names. -[sarcastically] Oh. Well, now,

my brother's on the other side of that wall,

and he has a rule never to bite people's cock off.

-Ian! -[man screams]

-Name! Now! Ian! -[continues screaming]

All right! All right. I'll tell you his name.

Good boy.

[baby whining]

-[Donny] Mum! -Hang on.

Dope, coke or Es?

[baby crying]

What the fucking hell are you doing here?

Mum! Language! Baby!

You wanted a name for the robbery?

Just...

half an hour with Mandy and the baby.

He's at that address most days, apparently.

Right, lads.

Come on.

I wanted to do it by myself.

Come on. Come on, don't be tight. Be a pal, eh?

-I know you've got a tip-- -Frank, look.

Forget it. Right? I've told you once.

-Look, no. Sorry. No. -It's not for me.

It's not for me. Kev, It's not for me.

-It's for Sheila. -For Sheila.

Yeah, for her birthday. I want to get her a pressie.

Come on, you know she deserves it.

[Jez] Kev.

Barrel.

Jesus...

[mumbles]

Zip it!

[indistinct chatter]

[baby cooing]

[Mandy] Thinking of naming her after me mum.

Oh, no, please, for fuck's sake.

You can't call a little baby Mimi.

Not Mimi. That's her nickname. Katherine's her real name.

I thought... Katie.

Katie?

That's all right, that is.

Little Katie.

Here, before I forget.

-What's this for? -Child support.

And I can pay you that every month.

Forget it, Lip. I don't want it. My family'll give us

-what we need. -I just wanna--

Look, l know what you're thinking.

You're looking at this beautiful little thing

and thinking you wanna get involved,

you wanna play the daddy,

just like every other lad on the estate.

But try finding any of them after a couple of months,

when the novelty wears off.

You'd need sodding Interpol, never mind the CSA.

-I'm not like that. -Take your money, Lip.

You need it more than we do.

What's that supposed to mean?

I hear you've been putting it about.

-Pulling posh girls. -Who's told you that?

Never you mind.

[sighs] I'm not seeing her.

Just a one-night stand.

Yeah, well, hope you used protection.

I'm taking her back in.

It's getting a bit chilly.

See you around.

[Donny] Right, out you come, bollocks.

-Get him. -Come on, you. Hurry up.

All right, nice and easy, guys.

In you go.

Come on, come on, come on.

[slamming echoes]

[Patrick] For the last time...

where's the fucking bracelet?

We'll untie your hands

when you tell us where the bracelet is.

-[grunts] -Jesus Christ on a bike!

You're playing a very dangerous game, sonny.

[boy whimpers]

[panting] All right, Donny,

I've had enough of this dozy cunt. Wire him up.

[boy whimpers]

Where's the bracelet?

[boy grunts]

Where's the fucking bracelet?

This'll loosen your tongue.

-Last chance. -[grunts]

-[grunts] -[electricity crackles]

-[electricity crackling]

[man screams] You could have some bugger's eye out with that!

[all cheer]

-[electricity crackles] -[Frank] Ian, come on.

-Ian, it's a dead cert. -You're joking, aren't you?

You ain't getting no money off me.

Debbie, have you got owt you can lend us?

It's for Sheila's present.

Now, I've got me giro coming next Tuesday.

-You'll get it back. I swear. -I'll look.

Debbie!

-Don't give it to him. -What's the matter with you?

You!

-What are you playing at? -What?

[Lip] Hey? Look at you, blagging money off your kids.

You should be buying her things,

-dolls and shit. -It's only till Tuesday.

-You should be loving her. -I do love her!

You should be protecting her.

What does she need protecting from?

This, Pop!

This house! This life! This shit family!

Why don't you fuck off out?

Go on, get out!

Where?

I don't know. Just out. Go play with your mates.

Stop acting like some 40-year-old woman.

Go and play knock-and-run or skipping

-or whatever it is you do. -Lip, leave it--

No! Bollocks!

She should be out playing.

It's half-ten. It's too late to be playing out.

Yeah. [chuckles softly]

It's too late for you.

She's 13 years old...

and her life's over.

Well done, you twat.

Debbie! Debbie!

I do love her.

I were, I was gonna get her a present with the winnings.

[scoffs]

[Debbie sobbing]

[sighs] I'm sorry, Deb.

Mandy won't let me help out with the baby.

And I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have taken it out on you.

[Debbie sniffles]

It's all right.

It's a shame.

You-- you'd make a great dad. [sobs]

-Oh, yeah, with all his prospects. -Shut it, you.

Well, she's not too far away.

You'll be able to see her.

I just wanted to do stuff for her.

Buy her stuff.

Get her a pony.

[chuckles, sniffles] Why?

[chuckles] You know...

-to ride. -[chuckles]

-She's a Maguire. -[Debbie sniffles]

If she ever has a horse, it'll be pulling a rag-and-bone cart.

-[chuckles] -[Debbie] Don't be horrible.

Anyway...

she's not all theirs.

She's half Maguire and half Gallagher.

[in Patrick's voice] What the fuck are you looking at?

[chuckles] Not sure which is worse.

Don't worry. You'll get to see her.

-You reckon? -[Debbie] Yeah...

but not if you sit here moping around.

[exhales sharply] You've gotta do something.

Come here.

[Lip exhales sharply]

[Sue moaning]

[muffled moaning]

-[knock on door] -Oh, fuck!

You'll have to climb out the window.

-[muffled] I can't. -Get in the wardrobe, then.

-[Sue grunts] -Wait a minute. I'm coming.

Even when you say you're going home, you sneak back in.

What is your problem?

We have to be honest in this house.

Look, if it's just about the money, I will give you money.

So, are you living here or not?

-Yeah. -[scoffs]

Yeah, all right. I'm living here.

-That's £20 a week. -Fine.

[Debbie] Carl!

-[door shuts] -[exhales sharply]

[panting]

[scoffs] Finish us off!

[exhales deeply]

Fucking hell.

[exhales sharply]

-They're not in. -Look, she's my daughter.

I've got a right to see her.

-They've all gone off. -Gone off where?

Look. That dickhead you grassed up

wouldn't tell us a fucking word.

So, Pat and my boys are giving him the car-park treatment.

What's that?

Hang him off the top of the multi-storey till he speaks.

-What, and they've taken the baby? -Never too early to initiate a Maguire

into the ways of the clan.

[indistinct chatter over TV]

You got a bet on, Frank?

Nah, not as such, no.

What's the betting slip for, then?

You what? Oh, yeah, a bet? [mumbles]

Yeah, er, well, you know,

I have a little dabble now and again, as you know.

-You've got to, haven't you? -Is it this race?

Erm... Redcar, 3:10, yeah.

Which horse?

-I forget the name. -Which horse?

Rat Pack.

You thieving wanker.

I needed the cash, Kev, for Sheila's present.

Come on, she's starving us out! I had no choice!

-How much have you got on it? -[Frank] Sixty quid.

Six-- sixty quid? Where have you got 60 quid from?

I sold the car for 300 quid.

You should see the queue at the bookie's, though.

-Odds have gone right down. -What to?

-Evens. -[Kev] Evens?

How the--

[man] Come on, Rat Pack.

-Where've you got 60 quid from? -Nowhere.

Frank! It was nine to one, it's now evens.

What the bloody hell's happened?

I passed the tip on to one or two for, you know,

-for a small consideration. -Who'd you tell?

Billy Joyner.

And Eddie Norton.

-Micky Hills. -Micky Hills?

Micky Hills' brother is a sodding bookie!

He's not gonna say owt!

-He promised me! -[man] Come on, Rat Pack!

[indistinct shouting]

Bloody hell, Frank. No wonder it's evens!

Half of bleedin' Manchester's put a bet on now!

-[shouting continues] -[man] Go, Rat Pack, go!

[commentator] Rat Pack charging down the nearside.

Rat Pack is beginning to get up.

It's Rat Pack from Hester Bridge!

Rat Pack wins by about a length.

[cheering]

[man] Cheers!

-Frank, nice one, mate! -[commentary continues on TV]

We won, then.

Oh, it's great that, innit, for you and everyone else in here.

You've all doubled your money.

We'd have won three grand if you hadn't have fucked the odds.

[Veronica] I have just spent 20 minutes

with Waggy staring at me tits for fuck all!

Nice one, Frank.

[Patrick] Right, last time.

Where is the bracelet?

[baby whines]

Hmm?

-Come on! -[Lip] Stop!

-[baby crying] -[Lip panting]

Wait!

What the hell you got there, Gallagher?

-It's for my daughter. -Very sweet, I'm sure.

Seeing as you're here, give us a hand dropping this goon off the edge.

What?

Geez, he's at it again.

Thinks its funny playing Give Us A Fucking Clue.

Well, here's one for you.

It's a film. Six words. The Man Who Fell to Earth.

It's sign language.

-I beg your pardon? -He's fucking deaf, isn't he?

Any idiot can tell you that.

That explains not screaming

with 12,000 volts running through your bollocks.

Still deserves a pasting.

Jesus, Maguire! My daughter's being brought up in your house,

and you're too thick to realize you're torturing a fucking mute.

Watch what you're fucking saying.

[Lip] Where's the bracelet?

Where is it?

-Look, see? -Well, what's he saying?

I don't know.

Who's got a pen?

Hang on, spray can.

[Patrick] Good idea. Get it out.

This better be fucking good!

[spray can hissing]

-Fuck! -[thud]

No one talks to my family like that.

Not even a fucking mute.

He's still alive!

[Patrick] What's he saying?

[Donny] I don't know.

He's probably thanking his lucky stars.

Right. Come on, lads, time for a pint.

Pint of dog, Kev, and a whisky chaser,

and one for yourself. Veronica? Drink?

-What're you gonna do with that? -What am I gonna do?

I'm gonna have a big fucking party!

Oh, that's a bit tight, innit, Frank?

Whatever happened to share and share alike?

Well, that's what I'm doin', innit?

Yeah, I mean, but...

-what about your kids? -Kids.

You're gonna give the kids some money, aren't ya?

-Well... -Well, you know, Debbie,

she can always do with a bit of help with your housekeeping.

And Ian, he can't earn much glass collecting here, can he?

Ian and Carl and Lip are always needing new clothes.

Jesus wept. Thank fuck I didn't have any more.

-[snaps] Liam.

Then there's the twins. Oh, that'll be two.

-Oh, and that... -What's that for?

That's for me. Hot tips cost money, Francis.

-Fucking hell. -There's 40 quid there.

You'll be able to get Sheila something really nice

with that, won't ya?

[chuckles]

I'm sorry, love.

I'm afraid that little deaf cunt got away.

So I only hope this will go

some way to making up for your loss.

[gasps] Patrick!

Oh, I'm fucking made up!

-Nice, isn't it? -Oh.

Oh!

[both giggling]

[Patrick] Oh, my God!

Frank!

Oh.

Just a minu--

What's that?

It's a lickle gift.

Is it for me?

-[Frank] For you. -[Sheila] Oh.

Oh!

-Happy birthday. -Oh, Frank.

You're such a lovely man. [laughs]

[Sheila] Thank you.

Come on. Let's get you home.

I'm gonna cook you a nice Nigel or a Delia.

[Sheila laughs]

Won't be needing that, then. You can clear your tab.

Come on.

[Sheila] Come on.

Oh, Frank, I love you.

I love you so much.

-[baby crying] -[boy] Got ya.

Must've dropped it in the teddy's pocket.

Listen.

I thought you were really great yesterday,

what you said to me dad.

You know, no one ever stands up to him.

So...

if you want to come round...

see Katie, well, that's OK.

Cheers, Mandy. Thanks.

Can I pick her up? I've not picked her up yet.

-Go on. Don't fucking drop her. -Language! Baby. [chuckles]

Shh!

[Lip] Boy meets girl. Girl's dad kidnaps deaf mute.

Boy gets to hold baby. It's the age-old story.

Thing is, when you look at your own child, you think

there's no other bloke in the entire fucking universe

cares as much about this creature as I do,

and that's gotta mean somethin'.

I'd like to report someone for benefit fraud.

Apparently, they're looking into everyone 'round here

-who's claiming. -Well, I'm fucked, then.

[Jez] You and half the fucking estate.

Parasites.

I told Emily you'd be her brother. They've got a visit 'round theirs, yeah?

-Are they paying? -Fuck off, she's me girlfriend.

I've texted Lip three times this afternoon.

Where the fuck is he?

Ta-da! Brendan Tyler lives.

Doesn't feel right to me, though, cracking on you're married.

-You bastard! -Fuck's this, an ambush?

I saw you with that skank, Mandy Maguire.

I can't believe you'd land me in the shit like that.

It's got nowt to do with you.

Cos I'm nothing, I suppose. Just your bit on the side.

[screams]

He's never asked me, you know, Tony.

That should be me there. That should be me.

Ahh! Sheila!

Seven hundred? We only won five.

Sorry, mate, I'm trying to run a business here.

But the last time you sold us, Waggy, it was six hundred.

Nothing I can do about it. Inflation.