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[intro music]

[imitates train] Tickets this way for the Chatsworth Express!

Come and watch pikeys making a mess of the lives

they were given by him upstairs.

And kids they're convinced aren't actually theirs.

[shouts] Stay away!

What sounds on earth could ever replace kids needing money or wives in your face?

Cos this, people reckon, and me included,

is why pubs and drugs were kindly invented,

to calm us all down and stop us going mental.

These are Chatsworth Estate's basic essentials.

We are worth every penny for grinding your axes.

You shit on our heads, but you pay the taxes.

[all laughing]

Imagine a Britain without Chatsworth buccaneers

who'd come on your face for the price of a beer.

Make poverty history, cheaper drugs now!

Make poverty history, cheaper drugs now!

[laughing]

Scatter!

Party!

[music fades out]

[Shane] Batman's drowning his sorrows in the corner of a bar.

Some Joker starts a fight. It gets out of hand. Glasses flying.

So why doesn't he step in?

Because he's not Batman,

he's one of them whingeing "Fathers For Justice" twats.

Now don't get me wrong, having kids is great.

You can make good money from them.

But why would you want to ruin good things by having one of your own?

[breathing heavily]

Who's the fucking daddy?

[Patrick] What's that?

Ah!

Is that spending money your granddaddy's giving you?

Big girls need to look after their money.

What have we got back here?

[chatter]

Don't forget to water down the spirits, and there's a brewery delivery at five.

I've cooked and frozen enough meals for the pair of you

to last till me and Katie get back from Brighton.

-All you have to do is ping it and eat it. -Ta, mam.

-Have a good one. -Hey, I've got it all planned.

After I've dropped Katie off at her dad's, it's sea, shopping and cock...

ling. Favourite past time of mine,

a Sunday was never a Sunday without a trip to the cockle beds of New Brighton.

A weekend trip once in a blue moon to see her dad.

It's not right, is it?

She'll be in tears on that train ride back up here, Sunday night.

And who'll be left to pick up pieces? Us, as per usual.

-[Jimmy] What you playing at? Hey? -Oi!

[Jimmy] Who do you think you are? Do you know who you're messing with?

-[Jimmy] Where's my money? Hey? -Take it outside!

Come on.

He think's he's invincible because Chesney and Carl are wanted for what he did.

Not one fucking person believes he did it. He's taking' liberties.

Dad, he needs putting in his place.

Gonna miss your Granddady, yeah?

[Patrick] Give us a kiss.

[kiss]

Take care, sweetheart. -[Mimi] Right, come on Katie, say bye bye.

[Mimi] See you all.

Bye. -[Karen] Bye, darling.

[soft flute music]

What is it with you and my family?

You must mean Carl.

[thud]

Cos I ain't got around to Liam yet.

[soft flute music continues]

[Ian chuckles]

[music fades out]

Maine Road as it was then.

[mumbles]

Cockneys with fear in their eyes looking for cabs in Moss Side.

Proper football. Y'know? Total football.

Pie and a pint, not a prawn sandwich in sight.

It was a time when players fought for the badge, not the money.

[sniffles] Good men, good honest family men...

just like meself.

[sighs]

We stood on those terraces, man and boy.

Hand in hand.

You and me.

[sobs]

We can do it again, son.

[Frank] Eastlands.

[man] Nothing else on tele?

-[man] Turn it over. -Please Carl. Just come home.

[door opens, all cheering]

Yeah, fuck you!

Oh, police want to interview me, she says.

What I actually said was you're wanted for a police interview.

Yeah and I'm dragged in for a televised appeal

-begging the little tosspot to come home. -You were crying.

Me eyes were watering. I've an allergy to pressurised situations.

-He's your son! -He made his bed. Let him lie in it.

-Crocodile tears dried up, have they? -The usual, no more smart arse remarks.

If that was one of mine, I'd be out there turning every last stone,

not drowning my sorrows and crying like a big girl's corset on television.

[scoffs] With a father like you, is it any wonder the kid did a runner?

Guilty as charged, Paddy!

What I think the author is trying to say is

that we mustn't give up on the ones we love.

And would anyone like to read a passage that encapsulates that sentiment?

Face it, Libby.

It's not the lure of literature, it's the free plonk.

My place, Saturday. Italian night.

Carbonara, Captain Corelli's Mandolin.

[chuckles] We'll never get that read in time.

I'll rent the DVD. Better than pissing about with the books.

[woman] Drink to that!

Sorry.

[Maxine] It's not your fault. Classic post traumatic malfunction.

Two options. Half a Viagra and a glass of grapefruit juice.

-Or, you go to the police and get closure. -They won't believe me.

[Maxine] You're a canvas of evidence, Ian.

[grunts]

Jimmy's on a suspended.

If the police can't touch him for Bonehead's murder

he'd go down for this.

[Maxine] And then there's nothing to stop Carl from coming home.

Is that what this is about?

-You want him to come back, don't you? -No.

-What? -He's a fucking trouble magnet.

Everything he touches turns to shit.

I thought you would have sussed that out by now.

[tense music]

[Ian grunts]

[Patrick] Where is he?

[phone rings]

Bacon! To what do I owe the honour?

[suspenseful music]

Search warrant.

They're ripping the place apart as we speak.

They're not going to find anything embarrassing, are they, Frank?

Well, there's Libby's love bunny under the pillow.

She meant drugs, you twat.

I meant evidence that would put Carl behind bars.

Carl's an innocent man!

[Patrick coughs]

Not that it's any of my business,

but a little bird has just told me the cops have confirmed

that blood found on clothes taken from Chesney's is Bonehead's.

Pint.

What the fuck you looking at?

So that's what you think, now, is it? My Carl's guilty?

Doesn't matter, the evidence is mounting.

Okay, thick as pig shit? Maybe.

Brains wired directly into his testicles? Definitely. But a murderer?

Fu... Come on.

We all know who's really responsible.

[soft flute music]

You got something you want to say?

-My son is innocent. -Well, tell that to the police.

Am I the only one that has had enough of this gob shite?

Now fuck off before I fucking beat the--

[Libby shrieks]

Not on my patch son.

[Patrick] You're small fry. Not worth the effort.

But lay one finger on any of mine again

and you'll see I'm not above fishing for tiddlers.

[Patrick] Now, get!

[Patrick] Go on!

[thud]

Nice one, dad.

[phone rings]

[phone beeps]

Hi, Mum.

Alright yeah, OK, I'm on me way.

[phone beeps]

[piano music]

[Patrick] What's got into you?

[tense music]

[music fades out]

[soft flute music]

-What's this about, Shane? -I'm celebrating.

-Celebrating what? -Freedom.

A life of do what you wanna do whenever the fuck you,

-you wanna do it, freedom. -What you on about?

You and me, come on. The two of us forever.

-Get off. -Have you two had a barney?

No.

[Shane vomiting]

What the fuck was all that about in the pub then?

You better have a good reason for pulling that stunt.

[paper rustles]

I double check negative results, I'm never wrong.

[cheerful music]

You firing blanks?

[vomiting]

Sperm donation wasn't hardly going to make you a millionaire, was it?

-[Kelly] Although plenty of wankers are. -It wasn't about the money.

-It was-- -What?

You said you didn't want kids.

-And you agreed. -I was fine with it then.

[sighs]

But just seeing our Jamie with Connor...

little Katie legging around...

me and you looking out for Stella and Liam...

Just got me thinking.

You know thoughts that I'd never even thought of...

I was feeling stuff that I never thought I'd feel...

So you thought: "I'll knock one off in a clinic

and wi' a bit of luck, in nine months' time,

there'll be a little me knocking about somewhere".

Kelly. Everywhere I look, I see babies.

Then stop looking.

[sighs]

[exhales] Fuck's sake, Shane.

[sighs]

You know and I know it's an impossible dream.

[guitar music]

[Kelly] Just get over it.

-Here you go, Mum. -Oh!

[door opens]

Oh god! You might as well walk around with targets on your back.

Sometimes you have to put yourself at risk for the things you believe in.

And the people you're supposed to love.

Look at The Suffragettes, Tiananmen Square, Greenham Common.

History is shaped, Frank, by people standing up for what they believe in.

-Yeah, a dead hero's no hero, son. -[Libby] Oh!

They're on to you already. Get down! Get down!

-Get cut? -Get out.

[tense music]

Police please.

This is Libby Croker and Frank--

-What the fuck are you doing? -I thought you had more backbone.

She really doesn't know you, does she?

Take it from someone whose had experience getting their arse kicked,

best course of action, shut the fuck up and keep your head down.

We have to stand up to them, Frank.

Well, best of luck with that one.

God almighty.

All they've got is Sammy's statement.

Big deal. It's her word against ours. Two against one.

What?

It's not just the statement.

They raided your house and found some clothes covered in Bonehead's blood.

They've got you down for murder and Carl as your accomplice.

[tense music]

I didn't even know they were trying for kids.

I wonder if it tastes any different.

You know, like you can always tell if lager's non-alcoholic or cola's diet.

I'm just saying, Kelly would have known already, wouldn't she?

All the spam javelin she has.

[sighs] It's a terrible affliction for a man.

So we put our heads together and come up with a solution.

Someone's a bit down in the dumps. Chocolate's a dead giveaway.

Unless it's a substitute for Ian not giving you enough.

Yeah, or maybe it's just because I'm hungry.

Can you put this up in your window?

-Go and get us another one, give us ten. -Nice one.

[Maxine] What's the point?

Carl and Chesney are a pair of selfish bastards.

A bit out of order.

Everyone's going through hell because of him.

Windows smashed in, house terrorised.

Nothing compared to not knowing where he is. What's happened to him.

But he's fucked off, hasn't he.

What's out of sight is out of mind.

He doesn't give a shit about anyone but himself.

[phone rings]

[soft flute music]

-Why didn't you call me? -And put you at risk?

You can't tell anyone we're here. If Jimmy finds out, we're all dead.

And if the cops get us, we're going down.

How's Ian?

Angry, scared, hurt.

So what's the plan?

Have I got to do everything around here?

I need your little black book.

[upbeat music]

[music fades out]

[door opens, footsteps approaching]

Make it quick.

I want you to retract your statement.

-I'm sticking by what I saw. -But you didn't see anything.

Everybody knows Jimmy did it.

Without your statement, Carl and Chesney can come home.

And Jimmy could go down. He's my brother.

And he's ruining your life.

What Bonehead did was wrong, but he didn't deserve to die for it.

Is Jimmy's going to that to every bloke that disses ya?

-He cares about me. -He controls you.

Just like he's controls everybody 'round here.

You are just as trapped as Carl and Chesney.

If you could see what this is doing to 'em, Sammy.

They're back.

Jesus, they're back.

[door opens]

What you talking to this sweat for?

She just told me Carl and Chesney have been in touch.

They've decided to stay where they are, 'til they know it's safer.

For everyone. In't that right?

Get out.

[door opens then closes]

[Jimmy ]Hear from them again, say hello from me.

And tell Carl I'll keep an eye on Liam and Ian for him.

Make sure they don't come to any harm.

[door opens then closes]

Frank said I could get some 'literary advice' here.

Did he? That's great.

-We're reading Captain Corelli's-- -Actually...

I was looking for help on the 'creative side'.

Oh!

Said you charged a flat fee of ten percent?

Me Job Seekers Allowance form.

[Percy] It needs someone with a creative touch.

[upbeat music]

[Frank] Cheers, Percy. See ya.

[Frank] Oh right, Margi. Er...

That's a flat rate, ten percent.

No more. Mm-mmm.

What? Just give us a minute, will ya.

I've been wrestling with my conscience all morning.

Oh yeah, and who won?

This is benefit fraud. I'm party to a crime.

They're not doing it for duck islands and having their moats drained.

It's not greed that's motivating them, it's hunger.

[paper rustles]

Margi's husband, Arthur, was shot in Afghanistan two years ago.

Do you think she gets any back up from the shit bags in power?

No, she's still struggling to cope with the death of a brilliant father

and husband who just happened to be the only bread winner in the family.

[paper rustles]

Your call, Lib.

[sighs]

Just give me a minute.

-Is it the Afghanistan story again? -Yeah, I think it's best.

-How is the old bastard? -Still an old bastard.

Right, next please.

[Frank] Oh right, come in lads.

[Libby] Now, I just need to ask a few questions.

[upbeat music]

[music fades out]

Good looking, guaranteed.

Don't think so.

Stick it in the fridge. There's a good lad.

-Run it up the clinic later. -This one's not past its sell by date.

Mine's tried and tested. Five times over.

-That I know about. -Yeah, but I'm fresh.

-Virginal. -We'll toss for it.

[sighs] Again?

-I'm whacked out. -A coin.

-[Patrick] Three ways? -[Jamie] Between me and Micky.

At least we're the same generation.

Fair's fair.

Wisdom of Solomon.

We'll mix them.

[drumming music]

[jar clinking]

What? Was like full to bursting.

Haven't had a bl... bird for ages.

[drumming music]

What's so important?

IVF'll cost you a fortune so we thought we'd all...

[Micky] you know...

[blowing]

[grunts, sighs]

[laughing]

We've mixed it all up. You won't know whose is whose.

But chances are it'll be mine, I knocked out six.

And I'm a cracking swimmer, so mine'll be in there like swimwear.

You think Kelly'll be up for it?

[Shane] I didn't take to the idea myself at first,

but when you think about it,

the DNA will be near enough identical.

Nobody will know it's not mine.

Except me, you, your dad, Jamie and Micky.

[Kelly sighs]

-[Kelly] Faster! -[punter] Yes mistress.

Tell your dad thanks for the offer, but I'd rather die

than have any part of him in me again.

[soft flute music]

Sorry. Shane, I didn't mean...

[door opens then closes]

-[punter] Ah! -[Kelly] Oh, shut the fuck up!

[music fades out]

She won't budge. Not while Jimmy's around at least.

-We're fucked. -Something'll come up.

[Chesney] Clothes with blood on 'em! Statement from Sammi.

Footage from the phone for all we know. We're fucked!

[Chesney] I'm calling mum.

-Taliban's easier to deal with than this. -You'll never make it out the country.

Your names will be at every passport control desk at every airport.

So what do we do, just wait here 'til they come for us?

No. We wait here until we figure out our next move.

[Joe] It'll be okay.

[door opens]

[Frank] Hello?

Stay here.

[upbeat piano music]

[coins chinking]

Empty your pockets.

[music continues]

Just a bit of business.

What you two do behind my son's back is your business.

Secrets safe with me, my silence is easily bought.

I'll have sixty fags as well.

[Maxine] Piss off, Frank.

Take anything else and I'll break your fuckin' arms.

[snorts]

[upbeat piano music continues]

Well, I'll just pay a little visit to Ian, see what he has to say.

[soft flute music]

You okay?

If the writing on the wall's wrong...

If what I know about you is incorrect...

if you did it...

-What? -Listen. If you did it, I'm here. With ya.

-Is that what you think? -Well, innocent men don't run, son.

-I'll go to the police then. -Did you ejaculate both your brain cells?

Piss off before somebody else goes down in the crossfire.

Just leave, son. There's fuck all here for ya now.

I'm going nowhere.

Please, son. Just go.

When Jimmy finds out that you're back, which he will...

He'll...

[breathes heavily]

I don't want to lose you, son, and Ian's taken a hiding and...

He's got Ian?

And he'll pick us off one by one.

Just go.

[dramatic music]

[door opens then closes]

[music fades out]

[soft harp music]

[door closes]

Hi Lillian, sorry we're late.

I've brought Liam as well. I hope that's OK?

He's been here more times than half the vicars we service.

-You know Trixie, Liam? -Yeah.

Didn't want to leave him on his own. He's worrying himself sick about Carl.

Add a drop of that, love, while I stir.

What do you think?

Mmm. Lovely.

Are you having tea with us, Kelly?

What say you come round ours, Liam? Lillian's cooking ain't up to much.

That's lovely that is.

Yeah, but I know where your fingers have been.

-You sure? -Yep.

-Here we are, girls. -[all] Oh!

[chatter, tense music]

[woman] Is that sauce homemade?

[tense music]

Carl?

[Jimmy grunts]

[both grunting]

If you don't fess up and get your slag of a sister to tell the truth,

I'll fucking kill ya.

[Carl] If I'm going down anyway, it might as well be for something I did.

[Jimmy] Fuck you.

[Carl grunting]

[both breathing heavily, door opens]

You shouldn't have come back.

[Sammy] Jimmy, no!

[Sammy] Jimmy, in! No!

[Carl] Come on then!

[Micky] Leave it! -[Sammy] Come on!

You're dead, Gallagher. You're whole family are fucking dead!

-Shut up! -I need this sorting, Micky. And quick.

I want him out of my life once and for all.

And I don't care what it takes.

[music fades out]

One of your five a day.

Two of your five a day.

I heard you're infertile.

You would've made a good dad.

[Kelly] Sorry I snapped earlier. It's just...

You took me by surprise.

So you'll do it?

Touched as I am by the Maguire boys generous donation,

the only things that matter to me are the things we share.

[Kelly] It's what we're about.

[Kelly] I don't want a baby unless it's something we can do together.

You could adopt.

[Liam] I wouldn't've minded being adopted. I mean, it's a bit late now.

I'm way past the cute stage and into the psychotic stage.

[Liam] Which I'm not, by the way. Try telling that to a prospective parent.

He's got a point. Think about it.

What does Frank offer him and Stella?

[Kelly] Where's their positive male role model?

Where's their Shane Maguire?

Fuck, Kel, that's it.

Hang on, he only lives two doors away.

No mum, dad AWOL, living in a pub.

Katie.

We could have her here.

We'd give her everything that Mandy would have wanted to.

What do you think?

Even if Lip agreed, which he wouldn't, we'd never get past the social workers.

You're part of a minor gangster dynasty stretching back to the potato famine

-and I earn me living flat on my back. -[Liam] Why don't you just do it.

Don't tell anyone, don't attract any attention.

A bit more baby-sitting. Bit more picking up from school.

Few more teas around at Uncle Shane's and Auntie Kell's?

Are you okay?

[exhales] Dead on my feet.

New ward sister's getting on my wick.

She's only been there five minutes and it's do this, do that.

She seemed all right to me.

[Ian] When she rang.

She were worried you might be ill, since you haven't turned up to work for two days

and you weren't answering your mobile.

What's going on?

-Carl's back. -What? When?

-Couple of days. -Where is he?

You now what? On second thought, don't tell me, I don't want to know.

He needed help. I couldn't just leave him, could I?

Why not?

[chuckles] Because he's a mate.

You're still in love with him.

-[chuckles] No, I'm not. -Bollocks.

[Maxine] I broke his heart to be with you.

Yeah, and as soon as I can't satisfy ya, you go running back to him.

That's not fair. I care about him the same way you should.

-[chuckles] -[Maxine] He needs his brother, Ian.

[soft flute music]

[people yelling]

[alarms beeping, shouts]

[man] Gallagher, get out here now!

[man] Gonna fucking knock you out, Carl Gallagher!

[whooshing]

[man] Gallagher!

[boom]

[soft flute music continues]

You sure you wanna do this?

Okay.

No, you're rushing it. Yeah.

Just hold it steady.

You've got all the time in the world.

Just take it slowly...

relax...

cock...

put your finger on the trigger and squeeze gently.

[Carl breathing heavily]

Really gently.

Feel it?

A bit more pressure and...

[gun clicks]

Right. Where are the bullets?

-Carl. You sure? -[Carl] Have I got a choice?

You could disappear again.

It's not just about me anymore, is it? It's affecting everyone.

-Like me as well? -Yeah, Micky. You as well.

-Let me do it. -No.

Wrap a towel round it. It keeps the noise to a minimum.

Yeah, get as close as you can and aim for the chest.

Fuck you doing?

Carl, you're a decent lad, you don't do stuff like this.

He's going after my family, Joe. What am I supposed to do?

Just sit tight for now, yeah. It's kicking off out there.

Jimmy's mobs on the rampage. You won't get close.

[Joe] You only get one pop, don't ya?

You got to make sure your timing's spot on.

Okay.

But tomorrow he's dead.

[yelling]

Gallagher!

[glass shatters]

[alarm beeping]

[yelling continues]

[alarm beeping]

Your dad said you were the only ones off limits.

I'm glad you were listening.

[glass shatters]

What you waiting for?

[tense music]

[glass shatters]

Tell Carl if I can't get him, I'll get his family instead.

Liam. Ian. Shouldn't be difficult to find out where he lives.

I'll pick them fuckers off one by one. Starting with his dad.

And I know exactly where he'll be.

[shouting] Let's go boys!

[tense music continues]

[phone beeps]

Well, you should take it as a compliment.

She's the finest MILF that Chatsworth has to offer.

You're staying the night.

When I said MILF, I wasn't actually suggesting...

In your dreams, Frank.

[Jamie] And stay up there.

-[Karen] Jamie? -What's going on?

Get hold of Libby and Patty and tell them to stay put wherever they are.

We've got problems.

Jimmy.

We? That's a Gallagher problem, son. Not ours.

[Karen] Libby, it's Karen, Karen Maguire Where are ya?

[alarm beeping, door opens]

Where's Carl?

[shouting] Gallaghers.

[man] Sit down! Sit down!

[indistinct chatter]

They're not here.

[tense music]

She said they're not here.

There's more of us than you.

It's not our fight.

[Patrick] Unless you're stupid enough to make it ours.

[Shane] Fuck off!

Go on, fuck off.

You're all barred.

Anyone sees Carl Gallagher, he comes to me.

You got it?

Let's go, boys.

[chatter, door opens]

You gonna sort this or not?

I took a bullet from a kid not much older than him a few months back,

and if you think I'm gonna risk taking another for a Gallagher, think again.

People are looking to you, dad. Waiting for you to stand.

Then they'll be a long time fuckin' waiting.

[siren]

Is this the kind of shit you want for your son?

[Shane] Living like this?

No.

I need your help, mate. You gonna step up?

[soft piano music]

Fucking brilliant!

[music fades out]

[eerie music]

[flute music]

I want Jimmy.

He needs to learn a lesson on how things are done round here.

-[Shane] Learn some manners. -[Scally] Fuck off.

[Scally grunts]

[Shane] Why not speaking until he's spoken to.

[Shane] Now we backed off at first...

because Jimmy's little problem...

[Jimmy grunts]

was his little problem.

But then he made it ours.

He got a bit too cocky.

[breathes heavily]

Now you think you've got contacts.

[Shane] Make a call,

your little scally mates will be round as fast as their little BMXs will carry 'em.

You're fuck all without your dad anyway.

[scoffs]

Unfortunately for you...

you're wrong.

[inhales]

[thud, Scally groans]

Now you miserable bunch, you need to learn respect.

[Shane] You've shown my family none.

You've shown the people of Chatsworth none.

And that will not be tolerated.

Not now.

Not never.

[door opens]

So give me Jimmy.

[door closes]

Now.

[Scally breathing heavily]

[Patrick] You heard the boy.

Over to you, son.

[piano music]

[urine splashing]

[door opens, shouting]

[all screaming]

[music fades out]

You're with me now, mate.

And I've got this feeling everything's going to be OK.

I need to find Carl.

-He might need back up. -Carl'll be fine.

Take my word for it.

[piano music]

You stick with me.

[Jimmy grunting]

[breathing heavily]

[piano music fades out]

[door closes]

I wanted to make sure you were OK.

[Ian] Why the fuck do you care?

-There was a load of trouble last night. -There was a load of trouble last week.

When I took a twatting for ya. Didn't see you then.

-Maybe it's not me you're interested in? -Oh, grow up.

I shouldn't have run. I know that.

And I wish I could change things. But I can't.

-No. You can't. -[Micky] Dad?

-[Maxine] Just give him a chance. -[Carl] Please, Ian.

-Things can go back to the way they were. -No. They can't.

-Yeah, they can. -What the fuck?

-What are you doing, Carl? -What I should have done at the start.

No need. It's been sorted. He wouldn't have done it anyway.

You know what? Worst thing is, I would.

To make up for the shit that I put you through.

[door opens]

[piano music]

[door closes]

Oh yeah, that's right, run after him.

[Maxine] I'm not running after him. I'm leaving.

Max!

[door opens]

[siren]

[soft flute music]

My name's Carl Gallagher.

Chesney Karib.

[door opens]

[soft flute music continues]

[door closes]

Lip's getting married.

He's got a degree, a new job in London,

a fiancé with a figure like an hour glass and a rich dad.

Katie's going to live with him.

[Mimi] And he's going to be a proper daddy to her. Great, isn't it?

Yeah, it's brilliant.

Like shite it is. [sighs]

[Mimi] But Katie looked so happy, son,

and much as I wanted to, I could hardly rip her from her dads arms, could I?

You did the right thing, mam.

[knocking on door]

Yeah

[sighs] You're all right!

[Libby] I was so worried. Couldn't sleep a wink at Lillian's.

-Stiff sheets? Funny shade of yellow? -Yes.

Lillian always gives the incontinence room to visitors.

Oh.

-Well, back in our own beds tonight. -Our own beds?

Yeah, you're back in your own room.

Nice one.

I'm getting off.

[piano music]

[music fades out]

-[Libby] Aren't you still a fugitive? -Sammi's withdrawn her statement.

Wat about the clothes they found at Chesney's?

They were Jimmy's. Stupid git planted his own gear.

Got them to test them which proved they were his and not Chesney's.

-Well, I'm glad you're home. -Is he in?

Liam!

-Carl, you're back. -Long time no see.

[both grunt]

Have you trod in something?

Oh, you're joking me! [laughing]

You're not coming in until it's all off.

Fancy a brew?

You fucking bastard!

[thud, siren]

[water splashing]

Clumsy as ever, Mr. Bolton?

[Carl] Why'd ya do it?

-Not now. -Yes now.

Ian wants you back, Max.

So do I.

That's the problem.

I'd always come between ya. And I don't want to.

You were right to have the abortion.

You and me with a kid? Could you imagine?

See, you and Ian on the other hand. I can see that.

You love each other enough for that.

If it was Ian's you wouldn't have got rid of it.

And that bothers you, does it? A big dent in your ego.

No. You and me are just mates.

You and Ian are soul mates.

[dramatic music]

[Shane] I had the weirdest dream last night.

I was sat in the Jockey, having a drink with Spider-man

when he tells me that being at the birth of your child

is like being introduced to the most important person in your life.

Now I can get that.

Just because she can't have kids,

doesn't mean you can't appreciate how special they are.

[sobbing]

[piano music]

Good night, mum. Good night, dad.

-[Kelly chuckles] -Oi, don't fuckin' push it.

[Shane] Fathers For Justice?

I wish I even qualified.

Anyone finds out you're a mincer, your life won't be worth living.

[all cheering]

What are you doing spending all your time with a coffin-dodger for?

Let yourself in. Anytime.

Just this one to marry off now. You not brought any women to see your mam?

Stop threatening me 'cos there's only so much I'll take. Got that?

[Kelly] Why would an old geezer want to spend time with a boy?

Where does he live?

-[Libby] No! -Where does he live!

Open the fuckin' door now!

[crying]

[outro music]

[music fades out]

[heavily breathing]

God. Have I been looking forward to you!

[heavily breathing, gasping]

[shouting]

[heavily breathing]

Don't fight it, Mimi.

You're only human.