Original subtitles

[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!

♪ Happy birthday, happy birthday ♪

♪ Happy birthday, happy birthday ♪

Do some damage, Lillian.

[Joe] When you're a kid, a birthday is a day of sweets,

fizzy drinks and throwing up.

When you're older, it's a night of drugs, alcohol and throwing up.

I don't mind the celebrating, it's everything else that I don't get.

The sinister shit.

People hiding in the dark, surprising you with a cake on fire

and singing that fucking horrible song.

That first note, like a dirge.

And all that makes you think: this isn't a song about life,

this is a song about fucking death.

[chanting] Drink! Drink! Drink!

[Joe] Which, I suppose, it kind of is.

Another year, another step nearer the grave.

Another year where nothing's happened, where nothing's changed.

Happy fucking birthday.

[all cheering]

[woman] Joe Pritchard, I need a word.

-[everybody] Oh, yeah? Oh, yeah! -[laughing]

-Oh, yeah? -In private.

He's been a very naughty boy, officer.

-[everybody] Ooh! -He's gotta go down!

Hey, listen, ladies, when I do go down,

I go down for a very... long... time!

[all booing]

And you are gonna have to throw the book at me for this!

[everybody cheers]

Come on, then, get on with it.

[singing] ♪ Get your tits out Get your tits out for the lads! ♪

Mr Pritchard, I'm sorry to say that your father's been involved

in a serious accident.

He died earlier this evening.

[background drowns out]

[policewoman] I'm sorry.

[dramatic music]

[Joe] Don't put stuff off till tomorrow because tomorrow might never come.

Take the pill.

Neck the drink.

And fuck the married woman.

Karen.

Hiya.

Sorry to hear about your dad.

What's this?

It's our new house. You, me, our baby.

[indistinct chatter, laughter]

You're not thinking of playing today, are ya?

[Joe] It'll do me good. Keep my mind occupied, you know?

All right.

I'll, uh, I'll be outside.

Gonna get battered again, aren't we?

You lot have given up before we've even kicked off.

Halves, boys. Just like the pre-match rules say.

-Thank you. -Fuck off.

Mimi's not coming today, so she's asked yours truly to escort ya.

Just to make sure you're all sober for kick-off.

[Bruce] You only get tea at half-time and nobody gets done for assault.

-Wouldn't give me the ball back. -It's called an 'at-trick.

-And? -Fuck.

So, don't worry, I'm not here to interfere with ya.

-Unless you want me to, of course. -[all booing]

-Poof! -[Micky] Shut it, fagasaurus!

-Why not? -My home. My husband.

-My baby. -Our baby.

-You don't know that. -And neither do you.

Come with me for one night. Let me show you what it could be like, us together.

I can't just leave here for a night.

[Karen] I'm not gonna leave Jamie

and I'm not gonna walk away from everything.

[door slams shut]

-D'you want a half? -Oh, no thanks, I'm not stoppin'.

Ian's got his football, it's about time I had something.

[Libby] Keep practicing circles.

Picasso could paint a perfect circle.

[sighs] Hmm.

All right, boys, tea's on the way.

[Bruce] Some painkillers for your back.

Must be hurting, amount of times you've had

-to pick the ball out the back of the net. -Yeah, cos this lot

-are running round like headless chickens! -Fuck off!

[Bruce] Save a shot every now and again!

-He's like a dog on wet lino! -[everybody talks]

-You can't blame it all on Micky. -What do you know about it?

They're dictating all the play.

[Bruce] You're giving them too much space. They're pulling you apart on the wings.

Drawing you out wide

and then pummelling you straight down the middle.

But like you say, Chesney, what would I know about it?

Now, being a poof an' all?

And, just for the record,

there's more gays than Asians in the Premiership.

[Bruce] In fact, there's probably more gays than Asians at United,

which is why they're so successful.

Are you saying they're successful because they've not got Asians playing for 'em?

-Fucking racist! -Whoa! Leave it, Chesney! Leave it!

-Chesney! -[Chesney] Let go of me!

[Ian] What are you doing, dickhead? Calm down!

[Micky] Deep breaths.

Look, hands up if you want Bruce to manage us second half.

Full house. Kings and queens.

-[glass shatters] -[Mimi sighs]

-You all right, Mimi? -[Mimi] I'm not feeling meself.

Is that all?

Breathlessness, mood swings, tiredness.

Me skin's crawling with spiders.

An overly dry vagina.

But I don't like to complain.

-Yeah -I'm probably dying.

[Lillian] You're on the change. Has your periods dried up yet?

There you go, menopause. You're just like me now.

[Lillian] Keep an eye out for a watery discharge.

Your vagina walls might be atrophying.

-[lads cheering] -[Jamie] Eight - five!

Chatsworth Estate's barmy army!

[indistinct chatter]

Your brother... mwah... is a managerial genius.

-Manager? -I am a genius,

but it wasn't just me or him, was the whole team.

-Drinks all round! -Fuck off.

You were missed, you know.

[tuts] Oh, thanks.

I couldn't have gone, not with my gut.

I think it was that dodgy Chinese I had last night.

What was his name?

I shagged a Chinese guy once

and ten minutes later I was horny all over again.

That's racist.

It's a joke, homophobe.

Shame there's no more games, innit?

-Maybe there could be. -Why, what do you get out of it?

Kudos, public adoration, respect.

And permission to gaze at all the fit, sweaty men running round in shorts?

[everybody laughs]

[upbeat music]

["Sugar Spun Sister (Song For My)" by The Stone Roses playing]

♪ Her hair ♪

♪ Soft drifted snow ♪

♪ Death white ♪

♪ I'd like to know ♪

♪ Why she hates ♪

♪ All that she does ♪

♪ But she gives it all... ♪

[buzzer]

♪ Until the sky turns green ♪

♪ The grass is several shades of blue ♪

♪ Every member of parliament trips on glue... ♪

-Dark, innit? -I asked you to come for a night.

♪ Until the sky turns green ♪

♪ And the grass is several shades of blue ♪

♪ Every member of parliament trips on glue ♪

♪ It takes all these ♪

♪ And all that time ♪

[song fades out]

-[knock at door] -[Maxine] Just a minute.

Oh, I'm, uh, terribly sorry. I...

[man] I just wanted to see if everything's okay.

-Our last life model-- -Mr Arlington!

Maxine Donnelly.

You haven't changed one bit!

Uh, you have.

[Bruce] Better be on form today, lads.

I pulled a lot of strings to get us in this tournament

and laid out entrance and registration fees.

Wouldn't have done it if I didn't think we could win.

-Yeah! -Come on, boys.

-So, get out there and fucking have it. -Come on, boys, let's do this!

[Bruce] C'mon, boys, let's do this!

[commentator] And in the final game of round one,

it's Churchill's Cocks versus newcomers, the Knob Jockeys.

[cheering, whistling]

["Y.M.C.A." by Village People playing]

[singing] ♪ Y.M.C.A. ♪

♪ It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A. ♪

♪ They've got everything For young men to enjoy ♪

I've got the feeling we're not in Kansas anymore.

♪ It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A. ♪

-Everyone'll think I'm gay. -What's wrong with that?

-Women love the gays, don't they? -The gays?

[Carl laughs] Mate, they go mad for it.

Wanna turn you straight and all that.

Yes, Ches, it's a gay tournament, but first prize is a grand.

That'd cover fees for next year

and leave us with enough for a big fuck-off party.

-[Ian whistles] -[Bruce] What do you reckon?

Go gay for pay?

Hands up, those who think we should get the fuck out of 'ere and go home,

right now.

-Ah, fuck it, I don't mind. -Me neither.

I just wanna kick around and we might win something.

Are you being serious? Carl?

-[all cheering] Yeah! -Come on, boys!

Bit of a romantic on the quiet, aren't ya?

Couldn't get a log fire sorted, though, could ya?

[both chuckle]

[Karen] You smooth bastard.

[Karen laughs]

-It could be like this all the time. -But this isn't real life.

-And what if I got ill? -I'd look after ya.

-It's not like a cold or flu. -I know.

[Connor gurgles]

I know it might not be easy, and I know we'll have shit to deal with,

but I have thought about it. I've thought about nothing else.

I'll do anything.

I want you.

-[Connor niggling] -And you!

Ian!

[crowd cheering]

[Shane] Bags of space, Carl!

-Yes! -[all cheering]

-[player] Lovely strike, sweetie. -[Carl] Easy.

[player 2] Powerful shot you got!

[on speaker] Six to the fabulous Knob Jockeys!

[quiet jazzy music]

O-Observe the lines of the body.

And see how they, they flow into each other to form relationships.

[artist] Ah, okay.

And, uh, uh, pay particular attention to the places where the lines form space,

areas we can't see, where innocent lines cross and...

And create space, shade, forbidden areas.

[Marc stammers, clears throat]

-[knock at door] -Just a minute.

That's a really bad habit you've got.

Should it not be knock, wait, then come in?

I probably said the same thing to you back at school.

[chuckles] A couple of times, yeah.

-Uh, sorry it's not very much. -Oh, ta.

Wasn't really doing it for the money, to be honest.

Uh, doing it for the love?

Kinda.

I wanted to do some art...

But I'm shit.

-[Karen] This is the nearest thing to it. -You're not shit.

You made some great sculptures for me back in my class.

I suppose I was always quite good with me hands.

[chuckles]

-Not like that, Mr Arlington! -Marc.

We're both adults now.

Can I give you a lift home?

One team of poofs stands between us and 1,000 quid.

[Bruce] So, listen, you are giants, you are City, Barcelona, Brazil.

You are kings.

So, get out there and murder 'em.

-Come on, boys. -[Micky] Yes! Keep it nice and tight.

[cheering]

[compere] We welcome into the arena our reigning champions,

I'm sure you'll give it up for the mighty Sparta Velvet!

Fuck.

[cheering]

["Gonna Fly Now (Theme From "Rocky") by Bill Conti playing]

♪ Trying hard now... ♪

-[whistle blows] -[cheering]

[cheering]

["I Am What I Am (2014 Club Version)" by Gloria Gaynor playing]

-What the fuck are you doing? -Shit.

[Jamie] You're shit!

He sounds nice.

Nice, yeah, he is.

So, um, what about you, anyway? Still married to Mrs Arlington?

Um, divorced.

A... A couple of years back.

-Are you okay? -[Marc] Yes.

It was all my fault, really.

[Marc tuts] Hmm.

I had an affair.

-[Marc] Uh, you must have heard. -No.

[sighs heavily] Susannah Royal,

a couple of years behind you.

-You shagged a pupil? -She was 16.

You never tried to shag me!

[stammers] Another?

I best not. I should get off.

I mean... I should go.

-I'll give you a lift. -Honest, only round the corner,

-it's fine. -I insist.

-[cheering, exclaiming] -[Ian cries out]

[Jamie] You're a bunch of fucking pricks, hey?

[whistle blows]

Fucking...

[magical-like music]

-Ian? -[Ian grunts]

I think I've pulled something.

Something or someone?

Corny.

-That's me. -[Ian chuckles]

-Thanks, man. -[Ste] You're welcome.

[magical-like music continues]

-You're on. It's five all... -What?

...we're a man down and there's a minute left.

You'd be letting your mates down, your team.

-[whistle blows] -[indistinct chatter, cheering]

Ref! Spitting!

-For fuck's sake, Chesney, you have to. -I don't have to do anything.

You're right, Ches, you don't have to.

[Ian] It's your choice, and whatever you decide to do is fine by me.

Reverse psychology?

We'll see.

[whistle blows]

[slow tense music]

-[Mickey cries out] -[crowd gasps]

[Ian gasps]

Come on, Ches!

["Gonna Fly Now (Theme From "Rocky") by Bill Conti]

♪ Gettin' strong now... ♪

Come on, Ches!

♪ Gettin' strong now ♪

♪ Gettin' strong now... ♪

Come on, Ches!

[all cheering]

[Bruce] Fucking have it!

[compere] We have our new champions, all the way from Chatsworth.

The Knob Jockeys!

-[singing] ♪ Who are ya? ♪ -Yeah, that's it, yeah.

No, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Oh, yeah, that's it.

-[indistinct chatter, laughter] -[magical-like music]

[Maxine] Private art teacher?

You're not allowed in schools anymore, then?

No.

Oh, of course not.

[chuckles]

Well, thanks for the lift.

Again.

Oh, uh, perhaps you don't remember.

I picked you up once from a bus stop, in the rain.

I, uh, um...

-What? What? -[Marc] No.

-I shouldn't. -What?

I wanted to kiss you that day.

-[Maxine laughing] -[Marc chuckles]

I wanted to grab hold of you and kiss you.

And...

And fuck you senseless.

Sorry, I've got to go.

[car engine starting]

[sighs]

[door opens]

-We won. -Brilliant.

How'd you get on?

With Joe?

You said you were gonna pop in and give him a hand with the funeral.

Oh, yeah, uh, I saw him.

Uh, his dad ain't got a lot of mates, so, um, won't be a big do.

I'm just having a shower. I feel a bit dirty. It's been a long day.

You feel a bit dirty, do ya?

Well, so... do I.

What's up?

-I need a shower. -Oh, don't worry about that.

No! No.

-[both breathe heavily] -Karen?

-We... -What?

We need to talk.

-Shall we get dressed, then we can talk? -Get dressed?

-If we get dressed, we can talk... -What's it, Karen? What's going on?

-Just give me a minute. -What the fuck is going on?

-Give me a fucking minute! -Tell me!

I'm seeing...

I've been seeing someone else.

[dramatic music]

[Jamie] How have we got here, hey?

I mean, we had so much, the two of us.

I felt like I could do anything, you know...

With you.

Together.

-I'm sorry. -No.

No, I'm sorry.

It's not all your fault, is it? It's both of us.

I've not looked after ya.

Fuck's sake!

[breathes heavily]

You are my fucking life.

You're my fucking life, Karen. You and Connor and...

-I'm just gonna go to my mum's. -Look...

I've not exactly been faithful myself.

Oh, come on, let's do something together. Let's go pictures. [cries out]

[kisses] I'll see ya later.

-[Maxine cries out] -[Ian laughs]

-[Maxine cries out] -[Ian sighs loudly]

[Bruce] Oh, put him down. You don't know where he's been.

Come on, Canal Street is calling.

Canal Street?

[Ian sighs]

It's a gay presentation for a gay football tournament

in a gay bar.

Hardly gonna be Wetherspoons on Deansgate now, is it?

Oh, God. Yes, Max,

I'll keep my beady little eye on the raging heterosexual.

Fuck off.

Come 'ere.

[Ian sighs] C'mon.

Poor Cinderella left all alone with the housework

while the beautiful boys go to the ball.

[door slams shut]

[Jamie] You forgot to take it yesterday.

-How about the day before? -I don't know.

It was months ago.

Months?

Went out with the boys. I met her in a club.

One thing led to another and we slept together.

So sorry, Karen. I didn't mean...

I was angry, and I was pissed and...

[Jamie] I started to do it for the money.

-[Jamie] I mean, we were skint cos-- -What, because of me?

So, it's my fault that you fucked other people?

You fucked other people.

One person.

One. There's a big fucking difference.

I shagged anonymous women who I didn't care about.

And you...

You went back to the same fucking bloke!

Who is he, Karen?

Who... have you... been fucking?

-Who have you been fucking? -It's none of your business.

Course it's my business!

It's got nothing to do...

With nothing.

-It's got nothing... to do... -[dog growls]

With nothing!

It's nothing.

[Karen sobbing] It's... It's nothing.

Couldn't they have posted the cheque or summat?

Come on, Ches, you're the hero. Enjoy yourself.

[barman] Coming through!

Here you are, love, get that down you.

Gorgeous.

[disco music playing]

You're not gonna meet the girl of your dreams in here, granted.

Nobody will think you're gay.

No one back in Chatsworth will even know you're here, so loosen up.

Might just have a good time.

You ready, boys? Ian? Carl?

Remember... act gay.

Not that fucking gay!

Nice in here, innit? Everyone's dead friendly.

-When's the presentation 'n that? -Soon as the papers arrive.

-Papers? -[cameras click]

Pink News, Gay News usually,

but they've had loads more interest this year.

[Bruce] Manchester Evening News. A couple of nationals.

-There might even be a TV crew. -TV transvestite, or TV television?

We're gonna be famous.

[dramatic music]

[Maxine] Hiya.

Um, the film doesn't start till two.

Time for a cheeky glass before we go?

Um...

[Maxine] Cheers.

[giggles]

[giggles, gasps]

[laughs]

Eggnog!

[fast paced upbeat music]

[giggles]

-[cameras click] -[indistinct chatter]

-[upbeat pop music playing] -[cameras click]

Ches!

[disco music playing]

[Bruce] I'd just like to say a few thank you's.

First of all, to all the other teams who battled it out in the tournament.

-Losers! -[punters cheering, whistling]

Thanks to the organisers and everybody here at Bar Whatever.

[cheering]

[Bruce] Let's hear it for the winners.

The team from Chatsworth Estate's one and only gay pub,

it's the Knob Jockeys!

[cheering, whistling]

-A grand's worth of hotel vouchers? -I swear, didn't know till yesterday.

Why would I wanna go to the Gayzone hotel in Barcelona?

-Why wouldn't ya? -Fucking queer!

-What is your problem? -Him.

He had us mincing about in there and it makes me fucking sick.

-You're bang out of order. -You can fuck off, too!

Another lying faggot.

Yeah, you heard right.

Ian Gallagher's a fucking bender.

-They know. -I don't.

-Maxine's a bloke? -I know what you're about.

You two.

That lot in there.

I know what you're doing when you're putting your hands on my back.

You like the straight blokes, don't ya?

Is that what you did with my dad?

Touched him up, so you could suck his dick?

Is it?

You touched him up, so you could suck him off?

Yeah, yeah, I sucked your dad's cock.

He sucked my cock. He couldn't get enough of it.

You fucking...

But the thing you need to know about your dad, Ches,

is that it weren't me. It were him.

-He came on to me. -Fuck off!

Believe what you want. Doesn't bother me.

But you need to know the truth.

[Carl] Right, I reckon it's time we were going. Now.

[Carl] Oi!

I've got reason to believe that you're not an all-gay team.

[Micky] Who are you, the bandit police?

[lad] Yeah, actually.

This was an exclusive for gay football tournament.

All right. All right, we know.

Some of us are gay, some of us aren't. 'Ere.

Come on, let's bounce.

You can stay for a bit, can't ya?

[magic-like music]

Canal Street?

I can't.

I'm with someone.

Fine.

[Chesney] It was him?

It was my dad?

Who came on to you?

C'mon.

[upbeat music]

[laughs]

Let's go pictures!

Shit.

I can't do this.

I'm sorry.

That's mine and Ian's bed.

[sighs]

-Let's do it on the floor, then. -[sighs]

-Standing up? -No, I don't want to.

I am so sorry to fuck you about, Marc.

But this would be the biggest mistake ever.

-And I, I can't do that. Not to Ian. -[Marc gagging]

-That's a bit much, innit? -Sorry.

-Marc? -It's my heart.

-[panting] I can't... -[Maxine] Marc?

[gurgles] Excited. Stress. [panting] Oh, fuck! Fucking hell!

-It'll pass... In... [groans] -Marc!

Oh... fuck!

Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Fuck!

[Marc chocking]

Hiya. Ambulance, please.

-Twenty seven, Shipman Street. -[Marc choking]

-[Maxine] Marc Arlington. -[mobile phone ringing]

A mild cardial infarction.

Yes, a heart attack.

-A fucking heart attack! -[mobile continue ringing]

Oh, fucking hell.

No, no, no, not you. Yes, he's still alive.

Can you just hurry up, please?

[Marc grunting]

Hiya, babes, you all right?

Oh, nothing, you know.

Oh, it's, um, it's just some shit film. I'll just turn it down.

Yeah, you go for a drink. Go for a dozen. [chuckles] Yeah.

I'll just see you whenever. All right.

[Marc grunts]

He was my father, but he weren't a dad.

He was never there for me.

He never saw me...

Kick a ball.

Never bought me a pint. Never.

Never.

He fucked off when I was a kid and I never saw him,

except when I had a bit of cash and he wanted something.

But, as much as I hated him...

He was me father. Never a dad.

[emotive music]

I'll see you later, Dad.

[Ian] Maxine!

-I think its egg and cress. -Oh, that will be nice.

-I don't like egg. -Since when?

-I want a pie. -I don't think there are any pies.

There must be some dinky beefs. It's not a buffet without a dinky beef.

[Libby] Oh, look, how about a lovely chicken drum--

I want a pie. Ask if they've got any pies, go on.

Excuse me, Joe, but..

Do you have any pies?

-[Patty tuts] -Sorry.

I'd have thought he'd have laid on a decent spread for his father.

Did you know him?

Did any of you know him?

Well, you know... not strictly, no.

But, I mean, this is a time when people come together, innit,

you know, when communities unite.

It's like we're all throwing flowers at Lady Diana's coffin--

Shut it, Frank.

It's all right for me to raise a glass though, innit?

Sorry about that, I was checking in on Karen.

She's a bit all over the place at the minute.

Strictly between us...

We're going through a bit of a rough patch.

She's been having an affair.

It's over now. I think we're gonna make a go of it.

Enough about me, hey?

-Two pints, please, Nic. -Each.

-That's just for starters. -Bruce's paying, aren't ya, mate?

Yeah, Bruce's promised a party, haven't ya?

[Micky] What's that Bruce, drinks all round?

[Micky laughs]

[Carl] You all right, mate?

I will be.

Listen...

I'll understand if you, uh...

What?

If you thought about giving me a blow job.

I don't ever want you to do it or anything,

but I'll understand if you've had a sly wank over the thought of it.

[laughs] Fuck off!

-[emotive music] -[indistinct chatter]

Another beer, Joe?

Listen, I know how hard it is to lose someone close,

but it will get easier, I promise.

In the meantime, if you need a chat, a beer, whatever...

if there's anything either of us can do, anything at all, just ask.

Anything?

Yeah.

Your wife.

I want your wife...

Who I've been fucking on and off for nearly a year.

We don't wanna waste any more time sneaking around your back,

so I'd like her to come with me.

I'd like my son, too.

You'll be wanting your change, then?

I think you'd better get your coat.

[cash register opens]

[tense dramatic music]

[Maxine] Nothing happened, Ian.

I swear it on my life, nothing, nothing happened.

I thought about it, and I nearly did, but I didn't.

I couldn't.

[crying] I love you!

[voice breaks] I love you!

[Karen] What the fuck?

What the fuck have you done, Joe?

We. Karen, we.

What the fuck have we done.

-You should have left it to me. -[Joe] I couldn't wait.

-Life's too short. -You don't know what he'll do.

-We'll deal with it. -[Karen] DNA tests.

Psychiatric reports. Court cases.

[Karen] He won't leave us be.

-Let's kill the cunt. -No.

-Jamie! -I said no.

This is my shit and I'll fix it.

I don't need help from any of you unless I ask for it, you got that?

[Karen] He's a convicted fucking murderer.

[Karen] What's gonna stop him doing it again?

[Karen] He isn't the sort of bloke who just walks away from stuff.

[tense dramatic music]

-[glass cracks] -[squelching]

-[Connor cries] -[Joe] We could go.

We could get Connor and leave right now.

-[Connor gurgles] -[Karen] No... it's not safe.

He'll kill us.

[Karen] You... Me...

[Connor cries]

[Karen] This is when he's at his worst, when you don't know what he's thinking.

What he's planning on doing.

[Karen] And this...

This is when...

He's either gonna... lock the doors... and go to bed...

or...

[banging at door]

I've double locked the shop, the flat.

There's chains, bolts, CCT...

[dramatic music]

[Karen] What you doing?

You're not going out there.

[Joe] I'm not knackering up my best clothes.

-This isn't a little kids' fight. -I'm not hiding away.

[Karen] You're not at school. He's not just gonna slap you about a bit.

-He's gonna fucking kill ya! -I'll be ready for him.

[Karen] No! Joe! Joe!

Jamie!

Joe, please don't.

Jamie, I know you're out here.

Come back inside, Joe, please.

[angrily] Jamie!

We're gonna have to sort this out.

-I know that your pride is-- -[Jamie] Fuck off!

I've not come to see you, you weaselly little fuck.

Karen!

Karen.

-What? -[Jamie] This is your last chance.

Come home. We can work through this.

Come home.

What do you say?

[tense anticipatory music]

Brought someone to see you.

[anticipatory music intensifies]

[Joe coughs]

-[Karen] No! Fuck, no! -[Joe] It's me dad.

Fuck!

Fuck... Joe!

Joe! Joe, get up!

[Joe crying]

[spade clanking]

-Karen's looking a bit tired, in't she? -Shattered.

--Heard she's not been taking her meds. Yeah, she'll go mental again.

Shall I call the hospital, get her sectioned?

Don't worry about it, mate. I'll look after her for ya.

Where's Connor?

-Where the fuck is my son? -Far away from you.

-Jamie... -Get her out.

He's safe from you.

-What do you mean? -Karen.

[Karen] Jamie!

Where the fuck is my son?

-Go on, fuck off. -[screams] Where is my son?

-Fuck off. -[Karen] He's my son.

-I want my son! -Fuck off out of here,

-you mental fucking bitch! -[Karen screaming]

-Where's my son? -Go on, Karen.

-Piss off, you fucking trollop. -Fucking slapper!

[screaming] I want my son!

[Joe] My dad didn't give a fuck about right and wrong,

fallout, consequences.

Because they never affected him.

Cause and effect.

-Connor! -[Joe] Whatever we do has an effect.

Maybe not for us, at first, but for everyone else, it does.

It always does.

The way you live your life, the things you do, the choices you make...

[screams] No!

[Joe] ...will have an effect somewhere along the line.

And you might not give a shit.

You're just a butterfly fluttering its wings,

but on the other side of the world...

Connor.

[Joe] I want him back. You haven't seen us, right?

-They've got my son! -[Micky] We've got family up there.

Loved ones who're facing their darkest hour.

[screams]

-How's your fufu? -It's fine, thank you.

And it may get tough and some of us might not get out alive...

Just remember what it was that turned this country from Britain

into Great Britain.

Check mate.

[gunshot]

[cackles]

Fancy a little fire, Scarecrow?

No!

-[witch grunts] -No! Help! Please!

-No, don't be a cunt. -[cackles]

[gasping]

I'm melting. [groaning]

Who would have thought, a good little girl like you

could destroy my beautiful...

[indistinct groans]

[gasps]

Fuck! [sighs] Oh, f...