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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]

No, you can't. Her dad's in the army, we only see him on webcam.

Em, go play outside for a bit.

-I'll do anything. -[Emma] Mummy!

Minute, treacle.

What d'you want?

I just want 462 pound and 10p, please.

You scumbag.

How can you do this? How can you live with yourself?

[tense music]

[Micky] For too fucking long I've been on a road to nowhere.

Nothing to show for meself. No master plan.

Been told I was useless so much I believed it.

Well, it's time to stop crying into my Ruby Grapefruit Breezers.

Stuff the knockers, negative fuckers, voices in my head saying, "You can't."

[hissing]

[Micky] Yes, I can.

I can do stuff.

I've got dreams... and I'm gonna make 'em happen.

Believe that!

Micky.

-What are you doing? -Casualty evacuation procedure.

[laughs]

[Libby] To the shop! [laughs hysterically]

[tense string music]

[dramatic music]

-[Dean] Were you trying to avoid us? -No. I love these get-togethers.

You were seen wearing a dress under your uniform.

D'you like dressing up as girls, Lianne?

I don't know what you're on about and my name's Liam.

Not unless you pay the toll, tranny-boy. Tenner, or it's all over school.

[Libby laughing]

["O Fortuna - Carmina Burana" ringtone plays]

That'll be me dad.

I'll bell him back in a bit.

I'm off up the Hilton Tower, test me head for heights.

Great. Ta for the ride, gallant sir.

Liam? Love?

Oi, cloth ears!

[Karen] Hey, don't take it to heart.

-Lads his age can just be sensitive. -[Cameron crying]

Oh, little man! What's your sob story?

He's narky with his mum for dragging him out

to put up her posters.

[Libby] Nice idea, lady.

It's mad what you think up at three in the morning doing a feed.

[Connor continues crying]

Oh, here, you stick them up.

-I'll watch narky. -Thanks.

What's the matter? Yes.

Better? See?

I'm not really a witch.

-[pop music on speakers] -[Ian grunts]

[Maxine] Last five, four, three...

Two... watch out Ricky Hatton!

-[grunts with effort] -All right!

[Jock] Like having the hitman 'ere again.

Give him some stick or I won't hear the last of it.

No, Maxine, I believe in giving credit where it's due

and he's made great progress.

Course, that's no good if you can't see a punch coming!

-[Maxine, Ian laugh] -Still throwing low-blows, Jock?

Amazing what a lick of paint can do.

We're definitely back on our feet,

so if you don't mind, you can get off my case now, Paddy.

Keep your guard up, Gallagher.

Always.

-I didn't know you knew Paddy Maguire. -Oh, yeah.

I've known him since he was a whippersnapper on the run from Belfast.

-Poor bastard never got any prettier. -[Maxine laughs]

-Everything's all right? -Aye.

One, two, three. See?

[Libby chuckles]

-Got a kid of your own, Libby? -No.

-But still could, kind of. -It's Frank.

Not so creative any more.

Shit. All the boozing finally had an effect?

[scoffs] No, his stomach's lined with asbestos.

He had the... after Stella.

Frank Gallagher, denying mankind his seed?

I don't think so.

Sadly, it's true. The most pain he's ever felt.

Should see the scar.

-From the electric shock to his balls? -Mmm?

I've heard the stitches story enough

to know he would never let a doctor down there.

[Frank moans]

You know vasectomies can be reversed.

[stammering] But, it's... it's never, you know,

that successfully.

You hear all sorts of stories.

It's uncomfortable.

More uncomfortable than 100 volts to the knackers?

[groans in pain]

You never got snipped. Bastard!

You told me that you couldn't, biologically, so,

you know, in a moment of compassion, I told you I couldn't.

But we can, artificially. I froze my eggs, Frank.

They're in a clinic asking to be fertilised.

-And you're gonna give me what I want. -Am I, fuck!

Well, I'll just find myself a real man, then.

-Well, good luck. -[sighs]

Hey, you don't mess with nature!

Have we learned nothing from Dolly the sheep?

[door slams]

-Time. -[music fades]

Manual dexterity, in your face! [chuckles] Pow! Pow!

["O Fortuna - Carmina Burana" ringtone plays]

-Don't you know I'm in training? -Training for what, The Krypton Factor?

[all laugh]

Ain't seen hands move that quick since I went to Home Alone's!

Piss off, you fucking wank-stain.

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

-Yes, there's some good joining-up offers. -I'm fine.

I don't need your charity.

He's been like that since we got back.

It's like treading on fucking eggshells here.

[door closes]

Three months till they're past their sell-by date?

[sighs] Well, what are my options?

And if I don't fertilise or donate?

Right.

I'd best decide, then.

That's why you lifted me earlier!

You can't tell anyone. This is for me.

I've been short-listed. Just have to pass the assessment day.

-Oh, great. Well, everything crossed. -Yeah, nice one.

[panting] You know what it's like when you want something so bad?

Well, it just feels right.

It doesn't scare me. I'm calm in crisis.

-I look well fit in uniform. -[laughs]

Nothing's gonna stop me getting this.

["O Fortuna - Carmina Burana" ringtone plays]

[Paddy] Numb-nuts.

Got a job for ya, grab a pen.

[stammering] I can't. I'm busy.

Take down this address or I'll get busy on your face, you insolent fuck.

-Ready? -Yeah.

-[hip hop music plays on stereo] -Game?

How about we make it more interesting?

If I win, you come check out the boxing club with me.

-And when I win? -You get your ego boost.

Job done. No-one beats me around here. I own this fucker. Yeah?

-Nah. Stuff your deal. -Chesney, wait.

Took me ages to get over that Jimmy crap

and I know he scared the shit out of you when he chased you off the estate,

but you can't let it send you under.

The only way to regain confidence is to learn how to look after yourself,

and you can, cos Jock makes you feel unbeatable.

Next time some fucker comes at me or takes the piss, I'm ready for him.

Let me go and fetch him.

-[knock at door] -Jock, found you a new recruit.

-What's going on? -Oh, nothing.

-Fuck nothing. Your face! -I'm fine, Ian. All right, leave it!

-[Chesney] Shit. -Who's this?

Chesney, my mate. He was after boxing lessons.

Golden rule, pick your fights.

Saying that, I caught the bugger a beauty.

I cut him, too. He'll be uglier than you in the morning!

-[Micky exclaims in pain] -Well, you will walk into doors!

[Ian] He didn't.

-He walked into a jab from Jock. -You what?

He hit me. I was defending meself.

He owes me dad three grand. I had to give him a warning.

-Orders, innit? -You could've said no!

He's an old man!

Tell Paddy to give him more time.

-That's between them. -[Ian] I'm not asking, Micky!

But he won't listen to me.

Fine. Pack your stuff, get out.

-Ian! -But that was my last ever job.

I'm done with all that. Big changes from tomorrow.

You'll do his dirty work forever and you know it. Go on!

Fuck off!

[dramatic music]

[ominous music]

This show is set up for the Maguires.

Talent to spare, us. Jamie, you've got a lovely voice.

Shane, unbelievable contortionist.

[Shane] I was ten years old. I'm not so nimble anymore.

Yeah, I have to suck his cock! [laughs]

[Karen] How about you, Mimi?

-You can carry a tune, can't ya? -Been known to, best daughter-in-law.

Been known to murder a few, too.

Committed more crimes in the shower than Norman Bates!

-What's she like? -[laughter]

[Kelly giggles]

[Libby] The clinic say my eggs are going off.

If I want children, it's now or never, Frank.

This has come out of nowhere. You know, you just sprung it on us.

Can I, can I have time to give it the thought that it deserves?

I need your decision, Frank. Tomorrow.

[haughty music]

-And cough. -[coughs]

[grunts in pain]

-Okay there? -[groans]

[gutturally] And...

-cough. -Mr Maguire?

Yeah...

A dry mouth. Bit nervous, you know.

-Perving on me now? -No.

That was really good. Could make real money--

-Shut up. -Serious!

-What are you doing? -Don't you want me to?

But... I thought...

you liked...

-[Frank] God bless librarians. -[Libby] This what you're looking for?

I just checking to see if this clinic's legit.

There's a lot of quacks about, Lib, preying on vulnerable women.

-Don't make out you care, Frank. -[stammering] Well, I...

-You just wanna scramble my eggs! -[continues stammering, sighs]

[sighs deeply] You've got a family here. Can't we just make do?

She loves you to bits.

What happens when she gets to Liam's age and she hates my guts?

Why do you think I want one of my own?

Liam! What happened? Who's done that to your hair?

Where is he? Where's my little man?

Say the word and it's fucking war.

Me and you, kid. Kelly's heroes.

Sorry, we are trying to resolve this sensibly, as a family.

Where are you at in your resolution?

-We're at cease-fire. -You're letting 'em off?

This is the Chatsworth, love. We do eye for eye.

Yeah, so everyone's blinded? Good example!

For the love of God, Liam's sitting there.

Why don't you try asking him what he wants?

I just want it to stop.

[melancholic music]

[water running]

[Mimi sings "Karma Chameleon" by the Culture Club]

♪ You come and go ♪

♪ You come and go ♪

♪ Loving would be easy If your colours were like my dreams ♪

-♪ Red, gold and green ♪ -♪ Red, gold and green ♪

-[laughing] ♪ Red, gold and green ♪ -How long have you been there?

Long enough to know your ex was talking out of his bum hole last night.

Paddy was just showing off. He didn't mean any of it.

It still hurt. He used to love my singing.

-Said I'd the voice of an angel. -Why care what he thinks?

Can't just stop the habit of a lifetime.

I really think you should enter the show.

No.

Nana's saving all her songs for her new man.

You have the luxury of showing Micky the door.

-Not so easy for family. -Did he say why I kicked him out?

Nope and seeing him with that face and those bin bags

-didn't put me in a talky mood. -Jock's a good man, Paddy.

He can't do enough for kids round here and he lives for that boxing club.

You know nothing about that two-faced cunt.

-Just give him another week. -A week? I could give him a lifetime

and he'd still default. He's shite with money,

but he always spends his way out of trouble.

Now, does that seem sensible?

No, it's naive.

He's out of his depth.

Tell him I'll be round tomorrow with a van to gut the place.

[phone vibrating]

["O Fortuna - Carmina Burana" ringtone plays]

Don't be mad. Don't shout at me.

-Hi, Dad, how's it going? -Why's your phone been off, numpty?

[Micky] Because I'm on an assessment course for the fire brigade.

Yeah? That's not bad for you.

Now, get your arse here, I need you to find a van.

No, I'm serious. I'm gonna be a fireman.

-You? -Yeah.

Do you have any references?

If someone was asking me, I'd say you raise the bar in bungling,

and I only keep you cos you're cheap. Fireman, my arse!

[laughs]

[muttering indistinctly]

[laughter]

Bad reception, innit?

[Jock] Float, sting.

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

Boy's a quick learner.

We'll get him working on the footwork tomorrow.

Paddy's coming to shut you down tomorrow.

I tried talking to him, but he's got it in for you.

Hey! Keep your gloves up! Peeping over the top of the...

Hear what I said? D'you know who you're dealing with?

-Course I do. -[Ian] Then why get into debt?

He said I could pay him back when it was good for me.

Mates rates.

He always promised me the earth and then let me down.

Said you've got form for throwing money at problems.

This gym always comes first.

Paddy Maguire was my great hope.

He was raw, but as tough as I've ever seen.

He just couldn't be tamed.

His father had just died. He wanted to fight the world,

go out in a blaze of glory, just like him.

And I took that anger...

and I showed him how to use it,

and I made him believe.

But he didn't wanna be a fighter.

[dramatic music]

He just wanted to be feared.

I know exactly what I'm up against, son.

Hey, Ches! Hey, hey, hey, all right, all right.

Jock... Ricky Hatton, you still in touch?

-Sure, yeah, yeah. -Get him to make an appearance!

We'll sell tickets and clear your debt.

I can't ask him to do that. The lad's got too many commitments.

Jock, stuff pride!

Paddy'll clear this place out if he doesn't get his money.

Call the hitman, I'll do the rest.

[Libby] Liam! One last piece with your name on it.

-I need some more. -I'm wasting away!

[sighs]

[Carl] Yeah!

Wait, wait.

-What can I do? -You're trying too hard to be liked.

-Nothing kids hate more. -Thank you, Mother.

No, she's right. For once.

Monica felt bad after the first bunk,

so she made a bit of an effort to get onside, right?

-Yeah, then she fucked off again. -Meaning...

Liam's seen it all before. It's all about trust, yeah?

-I've had to earn it, time and again. -Nobody trusts you.

How do I make that happen?

Just stick around.

Just be there for him.

[soft, sage music]

-[fireman 1] Watch the hydrant! -[examiner] Well done, Maguire!

-Hose needs pressure! -[fireman 2] C'mon!

[fireman 1] Watch out.

-Come on, come on! -[examiner] Come on, lad.

-[Micky panting] -[fireman 2] Increase pressure.

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

[pants aggressively]

[grunts] Get in!

[inaudible orders being shouted]

Okay.

-[fireman 1] Head right. -[all] Head right.

-[fireman 1] Extend the ladder. -[fireman 2] Fall round.

[fireman 1] Well done, Maguire.

-[fireman] Extend the ladder. -[fireman 2] Extend the ladder!

[examiner] Let's go.

[fireman 1] Great stuff there, that's it.

That's it. Go on.

Bring your giro money, we'll be raffling off fight memorabilia.

How much would you say you loved me?

You wanna keep going a bit more there, pal.

I spoke to the hospital press officer to make some calls.

It's going out everywhere. Papers, radio.

Ricky Hatton's coming back to Chatsworth to save his old club.

No way! Fucking hell.

-Quality! -[Maxine laughs]

[people shushing]

-Pint. -Sure.

♪ Chatsworth's burning, Chatsworth's burning ♪

♪ Fetch the engine, fetch the engine ♪

♪ Fire, fire! Fire, fire! ♪

♪ Pour on water, pour on water ♪

[girl screams]

-[Paddy chuckles] Whoa! -[Micky] D'you think that's funny?

Making me look stupid in front of all these people?

I'm your son.

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

Take your foot off me head.

Have you any idea how much that hurts?

Every time you put me down...

I bleed.

I've got fucking scars on top of scars, me.

What...

How am I meant to deal with that, hey, Dad?

Be a man and deal with it. Get him another drink.

You'll pass next time.

Who says I failed?

I'm gonna be a fireman...

but you'll always be a bitter cunt.

Deal with that!

[music resonates]

[clock ticking]

[siren alarm]

[siren continues]

[upbeat guitar chords]

-Different class, Libby. -Proud to call that breakfast English.

First for you, not burning the rashers!

You need to cut Libby some slack, pal.

Look. Come on, do it for me. Appreciate it.

Fucking broody, isn't she?

-That's disgusting. -All right, easy!

Listen, I'm with you. I just think that if you were a bit more accepting,

she wouldn't be as needy.

Libby.

My guitar.

Would you like a lift to school?

In a fucking ice-cream van?

-I'll walk him in. -Oh, the escort girl?

I could always give it a miss?

-[Libby] No way! -[Kelly] No fucking danger!

Okay, Liam. Apart from jibbing school, what would you prefer?

I'll go on my own. It's my problem. Maybe they'll get bored and give up.

[fast, manic music]

-Get on. I'll give you a backy. -Then what? Another kick in?

I'm trying to make up for that. Hurry.

Put your arms around me.

Liam, I don't want a wank. You'll fall off otherwise.

-Just don't get your hopes up! -[footsteps rapidly approaching]

-Not my hopes you need to worry about. -[Liam] Huh?

[indistinct shouting]

[Maxine] Left. Down a bit your end, Ian.

Lower. Lower.

Lower. Lower.

-[shouts] What you trynna say? -It's shit.

You fetch the punters in, leave the look to me.

-Oi, you putting this up or what? -Fancy a fuck, skinny boy?

Eh? [laughs]

-Think you're fucking funny? -[Carl] Ches, leave it out!

-What you saying? -Go on!

-Do it again, I'll cave your face in! -Walk with me!

-Fuck off! -[Maxine] Carl, don't!

-[Ian] No fighting in 'ere! -[Carl] What, in a boxing club?

-What the fuck's all the shouting about? -Nothing.

Everything's fine.

I don't wanna fight him, anyway. He's a best mate.

When all that shit happened, you had them there for ya.

Who did I have?

Me. I've always got your back, bruv.

[soft, sentimental music]

Look, we're here for you, Chesney. Anytime.

He had no right having a go at me. I've never stood in the way of my kids.

Never encouraged them, either. Stopped supporting altogether.

D'you even know the meaning of family anymore?

There's benefits to having a fireman in the family, though.

[loudly] We'll pass the health and safety every time.

Bit rich, hitting me with the family stick...

You fucked off and we were all over the place.

[Mimi] Fine. Let's get together later, the lot of us,

and you can watch me murder a song in the talent show.

-That sound good? -[Micky] Right.

D'you want the bad news or the bad news? -[Karen] Don't start, Micky.

Go on, son. Give us your assessment.

As your appointed fire safety officer,

it is my duty to highlight hazards and make recommendations.

-Such as? -Closing down.

The place is a death trap.

You need to act now or there will be casualties.

You what?

Right. You've just been promoted to talent show superintendent.

Fix the problems, monitor the acts tonight

and then we'll, um...

We'll get you a new tabard.

-[pop music playing] -[indistinct chatter]

[Maxine] You've only gone and done it, champ!

Let's wait till the real star shows up, eh?

Ricky's the ultimate showman, he'll be building anticipation.

I just hope he feels at home in his Hatton wonderland.

I'm just gonna go and check on Jock. He's a bag of fucking nerves back there.

-Good job you're on the money. -[laughs] Alright, Joe?

-[chanting] Hatton! Hatton! Hatton! -[people join in] Hatton!

[Karen] You're such a chancer.

Just staying one step ahead of everyone else, Karen.

Life's all about making the most of your opportunities.

But how far are you prepared to go, Joe?

-You'd take Ricky Hatton? -He'd kill you, one punch.

I'm just saying, if we met down an alley while he was in between fights...

Bam, bam, bam! Don't think he'd live with my lightning jab.

-Undefeated in the ring. -You got sparked out your last fight.

For money. If Paddy Maguire tells you to take a dive, you hit the deck.

Why not show this lot that jab? Exhibition match till Ricky shows?

No, you're all right.

-Wuss. -Marquee act, not performing monkey.

I'll do it. Stick me in the ring.

-No. I'll get one of the members to do it. -Ian, I can do it.

[Ian] It's too soon. There's nobody your standard or weight.

-What about him? -[Ian] Nails?

I'll tag-team if you're struggling.

[sighs] It's Wales all over again.

-[fight bell rings] -[crowd clamours]

[hip hop music playing]

Go on, Ches!

[cheers, applause, whistling]

[muffled sounds]

[crowd] Boo!

[Ian] Right!

Get in that corner!

[inaudible]

-You all right? Yeah? Sure you're okay? -[muffled sounds]

[crowd clamours, jeers]

[cheering]

[crowd cheers wildly]

[whistling]

Ricky sends his apologies. It's nobody's fault.

Load of bollocks.

[Paddy] Hey!

Jock doesn't even know Hatton.

-[Ian] What? -Lad fought here once as an amateur.

-Gobshite's been spinning the story since. -That's rubbish.

-I drank with the boy. -[Paddy scoffs]

Got him a pint so he could ask to name the gym after him, fucking user.

[downbeat music]

[Ian] What were you thinking, Jock?

-Why'd you let me go through with it? -I didn't know it'd be like this, did I?

All this press and... and the radio.

You were so up to it and you've been so supportive.

-I didn't have it in me to let ya down! -Shite! You don't care about him.

It's only ever about you, you pathetic fucking traitor.

Paddy, no! Leave him!

No! Look, leave him! It's done.

You've won. It's over.

I'm gonna leave you as you left me, without a hope in the fuckin' world!

-[equipment hisses] -[examiner] This is it, Maguire.

Pass this, you're one of us.

[Micky] Come on, Mick. Fucking show 'em.

-[door slams] -What's going on?

It's all part of the test. Working in confined spaces, go on.

[tense music]

-[Micky] Uh-uh. -[Paddy] Are you stuck there son, hmm?

-Struggling? -Oh, he's gone!

[Micky] Get out of my head.

[examiner] If you're in difficulty, raise your hand.

[Paddy] Raise your hand.

[Micky] Stay calm and you're in. [exclaims in fright]

[examiner] You're running out of time, Maguire!

[Paddy goading] Daddy's here.

Just say the word.

[music intensifies]

[Micky] You can do this.

[grunting]

[breathes heavily] Believe.

[music fades out]

["Boom Boom Pow" by The Black Eyed Peas plays]

♪ Boom boom boom (Gotta get that) ♪

♪ Boom boom boom (Gotta get that) ♪

♪ Boom boom boom (Gotta get that) Boom boom boom (Gotta get that) ♪

♪ Boom boom boom ♪

♪ Boom boom boom... ♪

Why is your dad so fucking bitter?

We need more people like you to stand up to the fucker.

It's not worth it. There'll only ever be one winner.

Says the trainee fireman?

[cheering, applause]

Woo!

-They're rubbish compared to you. -Popular, though.

-We all loved Feral. -Give you some competition.

-Make yourself popular. -If I did it my way, I'd get destroyed.

Crap. It's okay to dance differently.

-But what did the judges think? -A trillion percent, yes!

-It's what this competition is all about. -[Feral cheer]

-[cheering] -[Karen] Thank you, Patty.

Just be who you are.

[Karen] Okay, here's Flame-filled Whopper!

[cheering]

Was it good, then? Making Jock suffer?

[tense music]

[Ian] Why even give him a loan if you hate his guts and knew he'd default on it?

Ian, how do you think lenders make money?

By making a fucking killing out of failure.

Yeah, well, you'd know all about that, wouldn't ya?

Sorry?

[Ian] You enjoy watching people fuck up. You pick on them till they do.

I think you do it to feel better about yourself.

-Walk away, Ian. While you can. -How much for that boxing gear?

-What? -I'll buy it back off ya.

[sighs] Let it go, son. You don't have that kind of money.

A grand.

-[Paddy] It's worth treble. -[Ian] And it's used.

-Fifteen hundred. -Why the fuck are you doing this?

Cos I wanna keep the boxing club open. It might not have suited you,

but it's been good to me.

Is that what you heard? Is that what Jock told you?

-It didn't suit me. -Yeah. Cos you never wanted to fight fair.

[Paddy] You'll be pouring it down the drain. That club's jinxed.

[crowd exclaims]

-[Paddy] Jock doesn't deserve a lifeline. -[Ian] I'm not doing it for him.

-I'm doing it for lads like me. -[cheering, applause]

[tense music]

[music intensifies]

[cheering]

[Maxine] Thanks, Micky. Sorry about that.

-[cheering, indistinct chatter] -[guitar playing]

-You decided what you're gonna sing yet? -No.

You really know chuff all about kids! Liam's rivals are here.

Snidey little bastards.

-They'll crucify him. -I know, I didn't put him up to it.

-I'll try and talk him out of it. -Wait. Let me.

-[upbeat music plays] -[applause, indistinct chatter]

[inaudible]

You've never performed in front of family, let alone the Chatsworth.

And you can't make a guitar hip-hop.

Did you fix this so I'd play again or to score points?

No!

I mean, of course I want you to play.

For yourself.

I care.

I care about all of ya. Even your bloody dad!

Why? He's rubbish at everything.

-Soon as you realise that, you'll leave. -I won't.

I know what I've bought into.

It may not seem perfect, but what is?

God, look at the baggage I lug about.

I think we both need each other.

Why not give us a chance, eh?

[Karen] Our next act must really fancy his chances.

Playing acoustic guitar...

-[Libby] You don't need to do this, love! -Yeah, I do.

-...it's our Liam Gallagher! -[cheering, applause]

[unskilfully strums guitar]

-[Feral] Off, off, off! Get off! -[crowd joins in] Off!

[jeering]

[sighs deeply]

[cheering]

[applause]

[woman] Our Dean, get off that table, you poof!

[booing, jeering]

Shut up!

Don't you dare.

-[cheering] -[guitar playing]

Ian, you've got to come, it's Jock!

Micky, now!

Fucking stupid bastard!

[Ian coughs]

["You'll Never Walk Alone" playing on piano]

[Mimi sings tunelessly] ♪ When you walk ♪

Jock!

[Mimi] ♪ Through the storm ♪

♪ Hold your head up high ♪

-[clapping] -Well done! That's the winner!

[male judge] Congratulations.

You put them up to this?

[shouting] That's your idea of bleeding support?

♪ And don't be afraid Of... ♪

[Ian] Jock, you're safe. Hold on, we'll get you out of there!

[Maxine] It's not safe. Micky, tell him!

-No! -[Maxine] Stop him!

[Shane harmonises] ♪ At the end of the storm... ♪

-[indistinct shouting] -[coughing]

♪ Is a golden sky ♪

♪ And the sweet silver song ♪

♪ Of the lark ♪

♪ Walk on through the wind ♪

♪ Walk on through the rain ♪

♪ Though your dreams be tossed ♪

♪ And blown ♪

♪ Walk on, walk on ♪

♪ With hope in your heart ♪

♪ And you'll never walk ♪

♪ alone ♪

♪ You'll never walk ♪

-♪ alone... ♪ -[cheering, applause]

[song ends]

[applause fades]

[Paddy] You don't deserve friends like these.

Fuck happened between you two?

D'you wanna tell him or shall I?

It was a long time ago.

And neither of us came out of it with any credit.

Doesn't matter.

Needs telling.

Bastard hung me out to dry. Said he'd taken me as far as he could,

but he was lying out of his arse.

He was being bankrolled by gangsters and when they needed muscle,

they got the best of his stable.

That Judas...

gave me up,

after treating me like fuckin'...

I tried to send you back to your mother.

[scoffs] I couldn't go back to Belfast.

I was a dead man there! You knew that. I wanted away from that shite.

You should've stuck up for me,

but you dropped me right back in it, you weak... fuck.

I was just a boy.

Was never good enough to be a contender, but...

I had a shot at being decent. Not bad.

Instead, I've just been a fucking letdown.

I'm so sorry, son.

[Micky] I'm not gonna be a fireman.

-[sad orchestral music] -I failed.

My last test.

I lied.

Just...

I just wanted to get one over on you, Dad.

Fuck's sake, son, who cares?

You're a hero.

Better man than I'll ever fucking be.

[door closes]

[Micky] I never knew what people meant when they said: "I don't feel meself."

I'd be like: "Really? Not even a tickle?"

I had no idea it was about how happy they were.

You know, in themselves.

[Ian, Micky laugh]

[Micky] Confidence is like love, innit?

We all want some, but it's hard to hold on to.

Some get lucky. They're born sure.

Bastards.

Others find their feet eventually, after a lot of tumbles.

[sighs with relief]

[Micky] Then there's the ones who get a buzz when they achieve stuff.

But they're up and down.

The rest have one good day where they can take on the world,

but mostly crap ones.

Thing is, since I started believing a bit more,

I have been feeling myself, fucking loads.

And it feels mega!

A prisoner in your own body.

Your only escape, your only release, in your dreams.

Maybe miracles don't just happen to other people.

-Shit! -Your dad's in The Jockey.

[Kelly] Count this as a warning,

-Daddy dearest. -Or what?

I'm sick of being told what to do. Now, you're gonna do some listening.

Father Francis, here for the cure.

Jesus!

[Carl pants]

[man] Carl Gallagher?

Is it your dad?

Boyfriend?

Who's asking?

[fight bell rings]