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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]

[Liam] Had double maths today.

We had to make up our own sums.

Peter Brannigan calculated how many times a bloke'll masturbate in their lifetime.

-[school bell rings] -[Liam] Didn't use that word, though.

Got a detention.

I worked out the total number of days I spent with Mum before she left. Twice.

Hiya, love.

[Liam] Came to 1,976.

Made your favourite.

[Liam] Not great when you consider I've been on the planet for 4,382.

Makes you want to become self-sufficient. You know, cope with stuff on your own.

Means no one will ever let you down again.

Oh, and in case you're wondering, it's 5,783.

The number of times a bloke will you know.

What they teach you at school? How to be a twat?

-She's been cooking all afternoon. -Didn't ask her to.

She's bending over backwards for you. Show some respect.

She's trynna impress Dad. Needs a roof over her head.

Grow up! They're here to stay, so get used to it.

I'll give them a month.

Stella loves having 'em here. Never seen her so happy.

Sleeping through for the first time ever. Don't fuck it up for her.

[doorbell rings incessantly]

Hold yer friggin' horses!

[knocking at door]

Dad found out I'm gay.

Left a porno in the bathroom and he went schizo.

He did that?

-I'm going round. -[Ian] You're not!

-Sounds like he's lost the plot. -Didn't Mum do anything?

[Bruce] She wasn't there. She hasn't been for a month.

She's ran off with another bloke.

And nobody bothered to tell me? Thanks!

I don't wanna go back there until he's calmed down.

Stay here for a few days.

-Cheers, mate. -[Micky] You can sleep with me.

Top to tail. [tuts]

So, how did your dads react when they found out?

What, they don't know?

I'm just... waiting for the right moment, you know.

-There's no point telling him anymore. -What d'you mean?

-We're seeing each other. -Fuck me! So, you're bi?

-Just... found the right person. -[Micky gags]

Oi, greedy arse, you gonna pass that or what?

[Ian goads Micky]

-I didn't hear your dad come in. -He didn't.

-So, who's that for, then? -Me.

No, you don't. It's illegal.

-You can't tell me what to do! -What's with you lately? Know what?

Don't bother speaking at all if you're gonna be a cheeky little prick.

Night, love.

[slurring] Now, that's what I call service!

[Lillian] I'll be wanting some money off this. A dent in it.

Yeah, I know. Saw you do it. Full price.

-Ten pence cheaper at Cost Chopper. -Piss off to Cost Chopper, then!

I'll be buying me girls' condoms elsewhere and all!

You gotta stop taking your sexual frustration out on customers.

Oh, is Jamie still making the earth move?

-Yeah, I've got a great sex life, thanks. -[scoffs] Really?

So, when did you last come?

[moaning, panting]

[Karen screams]

[guttural moans]

-How many times, Joe? It's over. -You're doing my fucking head in.

This is getting sorted out.

It's already sorted. I'm with the bloke that I wanna be with.

-Yeah? -Deal with it.

Right.

I will.

Morning, love.

Made any friends at big school?

You're welcome to invite 'em back for tea.

Long as they aren't gingas.

-[Libby] What about breakfast? -I'm all right.

-I'm worried about him. -[door closes]

Worry's like a rocking chair.

Gives ya something to do but never fucking gets ya anywhere.

Needs his cherry popping.

I think it's obvious what his behaviour's signifying.

-He needs mothering. -Have to bloody find her first.

-Bit early, innit? -I'm still in a bit of pain.

Now... you need to be discreet to survive around 'ere.

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

So, just follow my lead,

and if a bloke catches you perving...

-What you looking at, you faggot? -...there's only one way out of it.

Dunno, but you're looking at Maguire.

[man grunts in pain]

-[Ian] Bruce! -[man groans and splutters]

[keys jangling]

I dunno what you bothered changing the locks for.

He'll never wanna step foot in here again!

-[Cameron] So, he went crawling to you? -He couldn't get far, could he?

You haven't got a bloody clue what it's been like here.

Turning your back on your own son!

He smokes that marijuana shit from the minute he wakes up.

Oh, right, so you chucked him out for being a stoner.

[Cameron] He needed a wake-up call, the loser!

Coward! You're just making up excuses

to cover up for the fact that you threw him out because he's gay.

-Bruce is what? -Pathetic!

I'm just glad Mum's seen the light at last.

She shoulda left you years ago.

-You gonna give me a crack as well? -What the fuck's he been telling ya?

-I'm going to call the police. -He'll be at Homework Club or summat

-It's nearly ten! -He could be at a friend's.

I don't like this, he's not been himself.

[sighs]

-Oh, cheers, great welcome. -Liam's not home from school yet.

Probably run off, wouldn't be the first time.

I knew a lad who ran away to London once. Ended up living in the slums,

forced into a life of crime.

-That'll be Oliver Twist. -He'll be back when he wants feeding.

-Thought of entering Father of the Year? -[Patty] You read all sorts these days.

Anything could have happened to him.

You're a proper little ray of sunshine, you know that?

-[door opens] -Oh, thank God!

We thought you were on a train heading somewhere exotic.

-So, where've you been? -Out.

[Libby] I thought we could go to town Saturday. Just you and me.

-Who's she? -That's Wayne Dobson's little sister.

-Why's she here? -You two can go upstairs and play.

-I'm 11. -No, I mean go and...

"play".

[sassy jazz music]

Would you like me to read you a bedtime story?

-So, were you in the Army? -RAF.

[Liam] What plane did you fly?

Spitfire.

-What was the name of your squadron? -This is worse than the bloody Gestapo.

Your school said it'd only take half hour.

I don't wanna do this any more than you do.

I wanted someone from World War I, but they're all dead.

Stupid bloody soldiers and stupid bloody wars.

"We make war that we may live in peace."

-Aristotle. -Whatever.

Be a lot less bother if people actually talked,

told each other what was wrong.

Like Churchill said, "Less war war, more jaw jaw."

[pants]

[coughs, breathing heavily]

Piss off if you're going.

-How long have you got? -I said piss off.

[nostalgic brass music]

-[panting] You've done this before. -I'm surrounded by cabbages at home.

I better go.

Your teacher said you'd fail this module if you didn't get this assignment in.

Come tomorrow, huh?

Let yourself in. Any time.

[pop music plays on stereo]

D'you ever get gay boys in 'ere?

Only the ones who like hospital food.

-What you drinking? -Better have a pint.

Two pints, please, Karen.

-Straight enough for ya? -You don't have to go overboard.

Mam, this is Bruce, Maxine's brother. He's staying with us.

About time we had a bit of eye candy round here, ey, Karen?

-Mimi Maguire. -Oh, Katie's nana?

You must really miss her.

-Feel like I've had me heart ripped out. -I hear she doted on you.

I was always in her nightmares. Saving her from the monsters, like.

Good looking lad like you could have her with the click of a finger.

-She's not got the right bits. -He means she's not his type.

He likes big tits, not fried eggs.

I'm gay.

Urgh!

[Frank] Better stick some Kylie on the jukebox for the fudge-packer.

[laughter]

[laughter, jeering]

-[punter 1] Go on! -[punter 2] Get it, Frank.

[jeering, laughter]

He only went and told everyone he's a Mary.

I just wish you'd had the bloody decency to tell me first.

I'm not really.

-I saw you in the pub. -I was just having a laugh.

Why'd you tell everyone that's why I kicked you out?

I kicked him out to force him to sort himself out.

-Make-up! -You snidey little--

We all tell porkies occasionally.

He's not a doctor. He isn't anything.

-You complete fuck-up. -I needed somewhere to--

[Maxine] Just go!

-Gonna miss footie practice tonight. -You miss footie?

Must be seeing a bird.

-Well, are ya? -Yeah.

[Frank] Mimi?

Any chance of sticking this one on the slate?

Same chance as me sitting on yer face.

The milk of human kindness curdles and turns slowly sour.

[sighs heavily]

-Yes, mate? -Pint and a whisky chaser.

Double.

-[devious music] -[Frank] It's like a jungle out there.

Sometimes I wonder how I keep from going under.

So, well, they say a problem shared is a problem halved.

[mutters] Get him a drink.

Oh, cheers. You're a gent. Frank Gallagher.

-Ian's father? -Well, sort of.

Cameron Donnelly. Maxine's dad.

[chuckles] The meeting of the in-laws! Mimi, line 'em up.

Need to celebrate the coming together of two noble tribes.

Great. Cheers, mate.

[sighs with satisfaction, burps] So...

either your missus left you or you just discovered your son's a poof.

-Both. -Shit!

Two emergency Es, Mimi.

What would you do if you found out your son was bent?

Actually...

I don't think I'd mind.

It has its advantages, doesn't it? They don't have nippers,

so you haven't got robbing grandkids bleeding you dry.

They've got lots of girlie mates, so you've got plenty to ogle at.

And statistically they die younger, y'know, AIDS and shit.

You may come into a bit of money,

plus you never have to run a Hoover over again.

They like a nice, clean home, don't they? Hey, what would you do, Paddy,

if you discovered one of your lads was a fruit?

I'd do the right thing.

Put him out of his misery.

[tense music]

-You go to fucking night school! -Why are you following me?

Wanted to see what she looked like. Where is she?

Finishing off her macramé basket?

What's this?

I've to write down the times I get narked. I'm doing an anger management course.

Yeah, right.

There's no girlfriend?

-Look, if you're doing this for me-- -I'm not.

I need to sort meself out. I know I've got a problem.

-[Karen] You could've told me. -None of your business.

-It is if you talk about me in there. -[exasperated] I talk about me.

You can't do this on your own.

-I can help. -Leave it!

-[laughter] -[Libby] Oh, thank the Lord!

I phoned all the hospitals, Frank.

-That's a strange habit. -[Carl] Like a dog,

-always finds his way home eventually. -Come and sit down.

-[Patty] Oh! -[Frank, Cameron laugh]

[Frank] Hey, I didn't know the Tories knew how to party!

[to tune of football chant] Cameron, Cameron, Cameron.

[Carl] Where were you again last night?

-I think he's got a girlfriend. -[Frank goads]

We don't all need adoration to mask our insecurities.

It's not a problem if she's a minger, son.

[Cameron laughs]

-[laughs] We all have to start somewhere. -I was at Reggie's.

Bring him round. Let's see if he's as geeky as you.

[Liam] He can't walk.

You don't wanna hang around with a raspberry ripple.

-It's crap for your street cred. -He doesn't go to my school.

[Cameron] Even worse! Kid from another school,

-you got to beat the shit out of 'em. -[Frank grunts]

-Oh, don't do that again, sir. -He doesn't go to any school.

He's 84.

[Frank scoffs] What are you doing spending all your time

-with a coffin-dodger for? -You know what for.

You signed the consent form for school.

-I just don't show up on your radar, do I? -Who is he? Where's he live?

Come here. Give me the bag. Give me the bag!

-Get off! -No! It's mine.

[Frank laughs hysterically]

-What's this? -[laughter continues]

-When did this come? -[Libby] Get off, Frank.

We're worried sick about her and you kept this to yourself?

Easy, Carl.

-Four days ago! -Debbie sent it to me.

It's mine, it's private.

"Dear Liam, hope you lot haven't burnt the bloody house down.

By the time you read this I'll be in Afghanistan.

-[Frank and Libby sigh] -Just been told I've been posted there."

[Libby] Is this what you've been worried about?

-Liam! -[sobs] Afghanistan!

-If you need to talk... -[door slams]

[Reggie] If you 're after getting something off your chest,

some sort of touchy-feely nonsense, you've come to the wrong place.

All I'm after's a bit of privacy, so that's fine by me.

You're having a bad time. Don't worry, it won't last for ever.

[breathlessly] What the hell's this?

It's for you, for helping with my project.

You shouldn't go wasting your money.

I've... I've got enough shit in this place as it is.

[exclaims]

What was it like?

Flying?

I don't want to talk about it.

-[machine gunfire] -[plane engine rumbling]

[Liam] I read a lot of pilots found it hard to cope after the war.

Missed it so much.

[air raid siren]

Reggie. Reggie.

-Yeah? -[beeping]

[Reggie laughs]

You're the only person I know who enjoys meals on wheels.

-[Liam] Why d'you get them delivered? -Legs don't work.

No one to push me, since I lost the wife.

-Why don't you ask for some help? -I like to keep myself to myself.

Like a bit of privacy.

-[squeak and pop] -Two little ducks, 22.

-Kelly, love, Libby wants a word. -It's about Liam.

-[Kelly] What's up? -He's just really withdrawn.

Plus he's lost his appetite.

-I thought he might open up to you. -[pop]

Young and keen, number 15.

How's he doing at school? Made any friends?

Not really. But he has befriended a retired gentleman.

-[squeaks] -Always round there.

-[Lillian] S and M, number 10. -What's wrong?

Well, why would an old geezer wanna spend time with an 11-year-old boy?

-I'll have a word. -[squeak, pop]

[Lillian] Danny La Rue, 52.

Where have they all come from?

Autumn Days. Nursing home on Brewer Lane.

[Lillian] Sister-in-law works there. She's give me the entertainment budget.

They keep forgetting to cross off the bloody numbers.

-Senile! -[pop]

[strains]

[pants, gags]

-[grunts with effort] -[gags]

Frank Gallagher!

[wistful music]

[plane engine rumbling]

[Reggie] Sky, speed, adrenaline,

the best thrill, the purest high of my entire life!

Feel it.

Feel it. Feel it, lad. That energy, that strength!

That's how we lived. That's how we got through it.

Grasp every opportunity.

Take it and squeeze every second out of every minute,

out of every hour, out of every day,

-knowing it could be your last. -[echoing] No!

[Reggie] Every bullet that whistled through the air,

every streak of fire that flew from the enemy guns,

could mean you'd be over, like that.

-[explosion] -[Reggie] Faces melted,

blown apart, torn limb from limb.

-The screams, the pleas. -[screaming]

[Reggie] You would not tell with such high zest

to children ardent for some desperate glory

the old lie: "Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori."

My sister's just been sent to Afghanistan.

I'm sorry.

But that's how it is.

[giggles]

[giggles]

[giggles]

The nutter's flipped again.

-Karen, what the fuck? -What?

There's a free Engie Benjy in selected boxes.

He's Connor's favourite.

Not our lucky day... hey?

Sorry about the mess.

Hey, hey. How much did you get for her? [laughs]

[sighs] You okay, kiddo?

I, uh...

hear you've got a new friend.

[sighs]

Where'd you get the cash for all that?

Used my dinner money.

You get free meals.

-How did the interview go? -All right. Okay.

Good. I dunno.

Well, they'd be stupid not to take you on.

What does a head cleaner do, anyway? Get a bigger brush?

You did the right thing. He needs to stand on his own two feet.

Chucking your own brother out on the streets?

Homophobe!

What can I get for ya?

[Maxine laughs]

[Ian] Two pints. Vodka and coke.

He said anything about me?

Only that you made him very welcome.

Considering he's a royalty-loving, right-wing nonce,

-your dad's quite a laugh. Innit? -You've met me dad?

Met? He was Sonny to my Cher.

Portland Street Hotel. We're barred.

It's nice to know he's busy enjoying himself.

I don't think he's coping very well.

That's why he needed some medicinal support.

Listen. As much as we care about our kids,

we don't always do the right thing by them.

Even I have been neglectful on occasion.

He doesn't give a shit about me.

-He never has. -You see, that's where you're wrong.

You leaving home and living with us was a kick in the teeth for him.

Said so himself.

Listen, you're gonna have to act straight when you're serving.

Good job I left my Lycra hot pants at me dad's, innit.

The punters aren't used to it. Don't usually get arse-bandits round here.

I'm not the only bloke here who gets a stiffy

watching the rugby league.

[whispers] Hi, son.

[doorbell rings]

Excuse me.

What the fu...

What?

Your mother's left me up shit creek.

When did you last eat?

Can't remember.

Right, get your arse in the bath. Tea'll be ready when you come down.

And chuck your dirty washing downstairs.

[Joe] Did "time-outs" tonight.

Leaving a situation whenever you start to feel uptight.

Yeah, well, I think it's a load of touchy-feely bollocks.

Well, it's working. As you've already seen.

I can see why your Liam likes goin' that old boy's house.

Spoiling him rotten.

Bags of sweets and...

Thought he'd be chuffed, but...

he looked far from chuffed when I just saw him.

-[thud] -[grunts]

-[Frank laughs] Vroom! -Frank!

-What are you doing with that? -[chuckling] Found it in the yard.

[Frank imitates speeding car]

-Why's the old bloke giving sweets? -[Frank] Button it up, Jenson.

-Might be a perv, Liam. -Evolution passed you by, didn't it, Carl?

-Has he touched you? -Yeah.

-[Carl] Where? -Living room, kitchen...

-Where? -Here! In here!

Carl, you can't go accusing people...

Look what happened

when everyone thought you murdered that lad.

-[mocks her Irish accent] -He's helping with my history project

and is one of the few people not always on my back!

What's it about?

World War Il?

-What a bloody waste of time that was! -Frank!

Well, what is the point of us winning?

Might not be able to hear the sound of marching jackboots

[imitates German accent] but it's still oppression.

Might be best if you don't go round there anymore, love.

-We can help you with your project. -[Frank] Pathetic fucking mates.

It makes you wonder why all those fucking brave soldiers

gave their lives,

-when you look at the modern landscape... -[Liam sighs]

...of loutishness and disorder!

[emotive music]

It's going cold.

I'm not hungry.

Whatever.

You know, Bruce is still the same person.

He's queer.

It's not what I hoped for.

What every father hopes for.

Why make up a pathetic lie about Ian being a doctor?

My school reports all said the same thing.

-"Maxine lacks confidence." -I've only ever encouraged ya.

Shouting at me for coming second at sports day?

You could've won.

I got Ian to lie because I wanted you to think I'd made something of meself.

Don't blame me for your under-achieving, you never pushed yourself.

I'm a glorified cleaner at that hospital. I clean floors like no other.

I take pride in my work.

I applied for a promotion to be head cleaner.

I didn't get it.

My boss said I lacked confidence.

I tried ringing Mum, her phone's dead.

[Bruce] Ah, I bet you're dead pleased, seeing all the boys settled down.

It's just this one to marry off now.

Not brought any women home to your mam lately?

[Mimi] No, he keeps 'em all to himself. Heard all about them, though.

-Oh, yeah? -Well, there was that fiery redhead.

-Got a bit obsessive, didn't she, son? -Yeah.

[Mimi] Then there was that stunning blonde, but she dumped him.

Sat in his room listening to Whitney for weeks.

-Aw, bless! -[Mimi chuckles]

-Want another beer? -Anyone'd think you're keeping tabs on me.

-[warped voice] -[Micky sobbing]

Sorry, son. Can't have a screamer collecting debts.

[screaming] No! No!

Couldn't get rid of you last night.

Shame you fell asleep cos me and your mum, we were up talking for hours.

I want a word with you, soft lad!

[strains]

[Micky sobs]

No! [blood-curdling scream]

What's this I've heard about you not flushing after a shit?

-Anyone'd think you were dragged up! -[Micky sighs]

[Girls Aloud ringtone playing]

-[choir on record player] -[hissing of air]

[grunts]

Silly cow burnt my school shirt.

-Been getting the rise taken all day. -Oh, get some new ones, huh?

I can't take it with me.

My brother says you could be a pervert.

[laughing] He's right.

But I haven't got the energy, lad. You're safe.

I know.

[Gregorian chant music playing]

-Can I turn it up? -[Reggie] Yes.

[air hissing]

-Aren't you a bit hot in all that? -I'm fine.

We must never judge a man by his actions until we know his motives.

I'm 84.

You can't show me anything I've not seen before.

Take it off.

What little test have you got for me today?

I've realised I've been wanting everything me own way.

And so you should.

What you need is stability.

-I just need time. -Got any extra-long?

Bottom shelf.

I thought you weren't buying 'em here anymore.

We cleared Cost Chopper out. We've had a few stag dos.

Can't we just go back to the way we were?

No.

I'll only ever be just a fuck to you.

I want more. A wife, family.

If I can't have a future with ya,

then I'll have to have it with someone else.

[Lillian] Have you not got any ribbed? I like to treat me girls now and again.

Keeps the morale up.

She's forgot her milk, dozy cow.

It's Debbie's. My sister.

[grunts in recognition]

It's the wife's.

I've worn it since the day she died. [chuckles]

Here.

[panting] Reminds me of all we had, though.

She's just that bit closer.

A ring's symbolic.

There's no beginning... no end.

I dunno what the fuck wearing a dress is all about, though.

I can still smell her perfume.

The house used to smell of it on a Saturday night.

Doesn't anymore, though.

I hope she makes it. I hope she's one of the lucky ones.

Fetch the milk, would you?

[foreboding music]

[sighs]

[Reggie struggles to breathe]

Help me up, would you?

[Reggie whimpers]

[whimpering]

[Reggie cries out]

-I'm sorry, lad. I was-- -I know what you were doing.

-I trusted you! -Just--

I trusted you!

[downbeat music]

[woman] I just can't stand it when you're in the supermarket

and somebody walks in front of ya. And you think, hold on a minute. Fuck off!

I've been here ten minutes.

[all talking indistinctly]

[facilitator] Excuse me. Can I help you?

I'm Karen Pritchard. Joe's wife.

There's a room at my place if you want it.

-That you making a pass at me? -No! You're not my type.

Take it or leave it.

Just stop threatening me, cos there's only so much I'll take.

Look, the thing about addicts is

they're just running away from who they really are

and what they hate about themselves.

Just talk to him, calmly, civilised.

Bruce.

Why can't you be a man and just admit that you're a faggot?

Although, I realise that's a contradiction in terms.

Okay.

I'm a big, fucking, screaming faggot.

That's not quite what I meant.

Effective!

I just...

snap, see red.

And I've gotta sort it out,

cos I can't keep fucking up all my relationships.

When I started seeing her

it was a complete head fuck,

cos...

I'd never felt like that about anybody before.

I made out it was just a bit of fun,

cos I was shit scared.

[facilitator] Tell your wife.

I just want to get away from here.

A new life, whatever it takes.

Free from the past.

After all this time...

we deserve a chance at happiness.

The three of us.

You, me and our son, Connor.

[clears throat]

Why are we here?

Cos there's a right bloody draught in that lounge.

I meant, why are we here?

Oh.

I don't think there is one definite reason.

Just got to find your own.

How?

Well... through your actions.

Making the world a better place for your family and your mates.

'Specially when they need you most.

-Where are you going? -Reggie's.

I'm sorry, Liam, no.

I was walking by earlier and I saw you...

in the dress.

What?

-No, Carl! Carl, no! -You can't go jumping to conclusions!

-Where does he live? -No! Oh!

[screaming] Where does he live?

-Libby? -Don't!

I'll find him and I'll kill him. Keep him 'ere.

[music playing on TV]

I need to see him.

I need to.

[remote beeps]

No, Mum, stop. Don't do that.

You know it...

[devious music]

[door opens]

["Variations On An Original Theme, Op. 36: IX" by Nimrod on record player]

It was just a bloody hug, lad.

I know.

[breathing heavily]

[music continues playing]

You need to get up. It'll make you feel better.

It's too late.

No time.

Bags of time!

Open the fucking door, now!

Open the fucking door, now!

Open the fucking door! Open the door!

-[Frank] Liam! Liam! -[Libby] Carl, no.

-[Libby] Stop! -[Frank] Liam, get out here!

-[screams] -Just get up.

Walk around the room a bit. Come on!

[yelling continues outside]

Get up!

[plane engine rumbles]

[music becomes louder]

[Liam laughs]

[both laughing]

[music crescendos]

[plane engine rumbles]

[music stops abruptly]

He didn't.

He didn't, Carl.

-[Libby] We should call the police. -Not yet.

[emotive music]

[Liam] People are always gonna leave eventually,

no matter how much you don't want them to.

That's why you gotta enjoy them while they're here.

Doesn't matter how much time you actually spend with someone,

it's the fact you've spent time with them at all that's important.

I'm gonna be a fireman. I've only got one more test to pass.

Give it up, son. You'll never make it!

Beat my drum, Dad. Don't beat me into the fucking ground.

You wanna get down Ian's boxing club, Ches. Take some of that out on a bag.

-You hittin' this hard cos it's me? -Too right.

[crowd cheers]

-You can carry a tune, can't ya? -Been known to.

Been known to murder a few, too.

Used to love my singing, said I had the voice of an angel.

-[Maxine shouts indistinctly] -[Ian] Jock!

[Micky screaming] No!

-[Micky screams in pain] -Micky! [sobs]

["Crazy" by Gnarls Barkley plays]

♪ Ever since I was little ♪

♪ Ever since I was little It looked like fun ♪

♪ And it's no coincidence I've come, mmm ♪

♪ And I can die when I'm done ♪

♪ But maybe I'm crazy ♪

♪ Maybe you're crazy ♪

♪ Baby, we're crazy ♪

♪ Probably... ♪