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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]

[Maxine laughs, shrieks]

[Ian] Had this mate when I was a kid.

He was that rarest of things round our way, an only child.

The only lad I've ever known who had a bedroom he didn't have to share,

clothes that 'adn't been handed down.

Didn't 'ave to throw his food down his neck

before someone else whipped it off the plate.

But he was still a miserable twat, cos it turns out the one thing he wanted

was the thing his mam and dad couldn't give him: a brother or sister.

And I said, "Have mine! Have any of 'em. Have all of 'em!

They're not worth the bother."

And I'll always remember this:

He said, "I would if I could".

-[Maxine cries out] Ian! Ian! -[Anto grunts]

[Ian] "I would if I could."

-[Maxine] Ian! [grunts] -[Anto grunts]

[Anto] Fuck off! Come!

[Maxine] No! [screams, whimpers]

[Anto] Shut the fuck up. Come here, shut the fuck...

-[Anto cries out, grunts] -[Maxine growls]

[both cry out]

[Maxine shrieks] Ian, no!

-[Ian growls] -Ian, what the fuck are you doing?

Fucking...

[Maxine hysterically] Ian!

-[Maxine] Shouldn't have done this. -[Ian] He did this, not you.

And brought him back here. We should never've brought him back here.

-[Ian] He's gonna pay. -We'll have to call the police.

And we might need an ambulance, too.

No, him, not me!

-Huh? -He could be dead!

[Anto grunts]

[Maxine sobbing] Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

What are you worried about him for, what he nearly did to you?

-Hey, it's all right. You're all right. -[Maxine crying hysterically]

-Hey! -[Maxine keeps crying]

-Call the police! -And say what?

We're the ones that'll end up in court. Have you seen the state of his face?

-[guitar music playing] -[indistinct chatter]

Reckon it'll work?

[Mimi] She's done her research. Coppers are behind her.

More supervision than endorsement.

Well, they can't be seen to support this kind of thing, can they?

[Frank] Guns for vodka?

Unless, of course, it's a big success,

in which case, they'll be grabbing all the credit they can.

Even if it just gets one gun off the street...

"Whoever saves one life, saves the world entire."

Talmud.

Bollocks. Gallagher.

Are you still in pain?

[Bruce] Lillian reckons it might be the menopause.

Stomach upsets could be one of the symptoms.

One of a myriad!

How's your fufu?

-Your Mary. -Your dugout.

Your flange-o-gasket.

Your sausage purse.

Your flower, is it full bloom or wilting?

Me fanny? It's fine, thank you.

-Lesser men would blush! -Are you irritable?

Well, that's hardly a symptom. She's always fuckin' irritable.

-[Mimi sighs irritably] -See?

[upbeat music]

Another life saved.

Delivered from a quick death by bullet.

Condemned to a slow, lingering demise as cirrhosis rots his young liver.

Hats off to Libby!

[door opens]

[door shuts]

We need to leave.

-What about Connor? -Maybe it's best

-if we just leave Connor out of this. -You're his mother.

Besides, I think Jamie might have his hands full for the next few days.

-Let's stay, watch the fireworks. -He said he'd kill ya.

I don't wanna lose you.

So, you walk out on Connor and leave him here, with them?

-With him. -Yeah.

No.

I don't know.

I don't know!

So we go. We'll fuck off.

Leave the baby, and all that crap.

That guff you were feeding me about being a nice little family,

-we'll just forget about that, yes? -What's my options?

None of this would've happened

if you hadn't walked into the pub saying what you said.

-You gave me the eye when I... -Telling Jamie...

-was planning on hooking up with... -...when I told you not to!

-...your best mate! -You gave me no choice.

-Your fault I fell in love with ya. -You gave him no choice!

Me and Mandy were happy enough before you came along.

I'd never so much as looked at another woman.

It's down to you...

In your tight tops and your short skirts.

And it's a good job I love ya as much as I do.

Who else'd have you, eh?

So, we stay for Connor. Yeah?

Yeah.

Yeah.

[mockingly] Yeah.

[sniffs] Ooh.

If you're gonna drop one, give us some notice, will ya?

Been blaming the dog all morning and we haven't even got one.

Shut up, you knob. I want you to keep an eye on him.

-Keep him busy, keep him away from Jamie. -No way!

I wanna see him kick the bastard's head in.

Rip his arms off. Y'know, gouge his eyes out!

Fry his...

-Spleen. -Spleen?

Jamie'll be back inside before he knows it.

-What, so we just let it go? -Revenge is a dish best served cold.

-What the fuck does that mean? -What the fuck does what mean?

[dramatic music]

[anticipatory music]

[tense music]

[tense dramatic music]

Might be best if you let me go.

Keep my boss off your back.

Don't think you're in any position to make demands, do you?

He'll be missing me.

I'm sure he'll find someone else to do whatever the fuck it is you do

for next to nothing.

These jeans cost more than you earn in a month.

Shoes twice that.

I spend more on a haircut than you do on your fucking trackie bottoms.

[Anto grunts]

[Ian] Eh?

It's interesting.

A slap, not a punch.

I ain't got a clue where I am.

Blindfold me,

stick me in the back of your car,

drop me anywhere you like. Just lose me.

That way, when he sees what a mess you made of my face,

he won't be able to do the same to yours

-cos he won't be able to find you. -Think I'm scared of your sugar daddy?

I think you should be.

Some sad bastard that can only get a fuck by paying for it? [chuckles]

[Anto] Love to see you say that to his face.

[Ian laughs] Yeah.

You haven't called me "a fucking queer", yet.

You haven't called me "a dirty little cocksucker." Why's that?

[mobile phone ringing, vibrating]

He's just noticed I'm missing.

[mobile keeps ringing]

Pocket.

[Anto groans]

[mobile phone continues ringing]

[Joe] Connor.

I want him back. We want him back.

[Joe] We can do this privately, here, now, or we'll settle it in court.

I don't want to, for Connor's sake, but I will if I have to.

I want me son.

My son.

DNA test.

[dramatic music]

My son.

There's more to a father than just being in at the conception.

See you in court, yeah?

[menacing music]

I never would've imagined there were so many guns out there.

Been in mothballs since the Hacienda shut up shop.

-Manchester, so much to answer for. -[Patty] All this effort...

-For what? -For a safer community,

to show the decent folk out there there are other decent folk

who'd be horrified at the prospect of even holding a gun,

never mind using one.

If my life was in danger, I'd plug anyone without a second thought.

-It sounds like constipation to me. -Oh, I'm in agony.

Need a curry. Normally clears me pipes.

We need to talk about Roscoe.

McRae supplies him with a lot of money.

A hundred and fifty grand.

And the boys are gonna rob it.

Shut the fuck up.

-Make my fuckin' day! -[Jamie] Give it here, mate.

Get the money.

When I find out who you fuckers are...

[cheering]

[Mimi] Make sure my boys are ready to handle Roscoe

and whoever comes after him.

Go and tell Jamie to get out the pub till I ring him. Just say "Roscoe". Now.

-Mimi! -Paddy's not 'ere.

I know.

[slurps]

You don't scare me.

I survived 11 years of the Thatcher government.

-[copper grunts] -[Libby screams]

[Libby] Well, he terrifies the fucking life out of me. Come on!

[Libby] Backing up, backing up!

Frank?

-Are you still alive? -Just.

But you never know, though. There might be...

-A bullet out there with me name on it. -Could be one in here.

[both chuckle]

[both laughing]

[Roscoe laughs evilly]

[Frank laughs nervously]

What can I do for ya?

[Roscoe] More what I can do for you. Word might get round that you're...

vulnerable, Mimi.

A woman on her own.

I'm covered, Roscoe. Safe.

[yells]

[Ian] Roscoe.

Nutcase runs Moss Side.

Ian, we need help with this. This is way out of our league.

-Call Carl. -What the fuck use is he gonna be?

You can trust him. He'll be able to help us.

The first person you think of to help us, and it's Carl.

The first fucking thought that comes into your head,

the first word that comes out of your mouth, and it's him.

-I wonder why that is? -Because he's your brother.

[doorbell rings]

[tense music]

[doorbell rings]

-[guy] May we come in? -[Maxine] Eh, no.

-[guy] Maybe if we just come in... -[Maxine] No, no, no. Honestly.

[stammers] It's not a good time.

I did say no.

You know how persistent they can be.

-You'll have to go. -Not before you answer me one question.

Have you found him?

-[Ian] No. No. No one. -We haven't found anybody. Have we?

Would you let him into your life?

Who?

[guy] Jesus.

-No, I can't, I'm too busy. -[guy] Two minutes of your time.

-[Anto] Help! -Someone need you?

-[Anto] Help! Fucking help me! -Um, it's the radio.

-[Anto] They'll fucking kill me! -Archers.

[Anto] Help!

-Help, in the kitchen... -Come in.

What?

-Have a coffee. Tell us about God. -I could just leave a pamphlet.

No! Fuck the pamphlet. We need your help! Now!

-Any advice you can give us. -Yeah, we're ripe for a conversion.

He's a sodomite and I've lain with his brother.

[guy 1] Whoa! Get out!

-[Maxine laughing] -[Anto continues yelling]

[Anto] Fuck!

[Ian and Maxine laugh]

This estate has gone to the dogs.

Paddy Maguire's took his eye off the ball and the peasants have gone fucking feral.

-No respect. -[Joe] That's why I called you.

I took it upon meself to install a bit of discipline into their lives

and get feudal on their arses.

You might wanna pull the shutters down on your shop.

Might not be round long enough to need to.

Thanks for that tip about the Jockey.

I'll do a nice bit of business outta there.

I owe ya.

Yeah.

-[Connor crying] -[Jamie] Shh!

I don't want him anywhere near the pub in case Karen and Joe turn up.

Nappies, wipes.

He's due a feed in half an hour. Just bung it in the microwave,

take the chill off it, yes?

Breast's best, y'know. Builds up his immune system.

-So I've heard. -Rodney's never had a cold to this day.

Thirty-three and not even as much as a sniff.

He was on the tit till he were 11.

Then they had to stop when the dentist fitted his brace.

-If only one of us were lactating. -I only have to hear a baby cry

and I'm off like a garden sprinkler. See? Mother Nature's miracle.

Fuckin' hell.

-[thud] -[glass breaking]

Shh! Roscoe could come in any second.

Mam's managed to convince him

that they'll let the scheme work given a second chance.

Which means more guns in that box.

You got me in here to tell me that?

Kneecaps Neville said if we get our hands on any shooters,

he'd give us a good price. Reckons he can shift the lot.

We'll be minted!

So, all we've gotta do, then, is distract the copper...

unscrew the six-inch bolts from the floor,

pick up the bin with all the hardware inside

and sneak it out without anybody noticing.

Mam, when you was in labour with Micky, was he deprived of oxygen at any point?

No.

Did your diet lack nutrients essential for foetal neurological development?

-No. -Dropped him on his head?

That was you.

Oh, right. So, your behaviour weren't any different

-when you had the rest of us? -No. Why?

I was just wondering, y'know, how he became so earth-shatteringly

[yells] fucking thick!

Could be hereditary.

Well, y'know, on Paddy's side, obviously.

Y'know, potato famine.

Lack of... spuds.

Bound to have an effect on the old...

So, the girl's...

What? A friend?

Girlfriend?

Still haven't decided what to do with you yet.

Radar's working overtime, I'm not getting "girlfriend".

Could kill you right here, right now and no one'd ever know.

-Not the way you looked at me. -Bury you on the moor.

-Seen that a thousand times. Been in... -Don't push it!

...the backs of cars with men like you. They've got that same look in their eyes.

What look?

That one.

Fucking the arse off me while I'm bent over the baby seat.

-[Ian shrieks] -[gun clicks]

Sugar daddy's little foible.

-Had his favourite gun modified. -Piss.

I thought you didn't have the bottle, but now I know you have.

Let me go. Please.

Ian?

I heard her say your name before.

I'll do anything to get out of here alive.

Anything.

You say when and where.

Be our little secret.

You'd sooner fuck me than kill me, wouldn't you?

[laughs] Yeah.

Yeah, I would.

What's that? Hostage negotiations?

[Ian] Well, it's true.

Fuck's sake, Max, wouldn't you? Sooner fuck anyone than kill 'em?

Ian, that shouldn't have even crossed your fucking mind!

[Maxine sighs heavily]

I'm committed to you.

I've entertained the idea of me and you getting married.

It's crossed my mind having kids one day...

Y'know, the way it does.

I get as far as the wedding day and me and you at the altar...

when the priest asks:

"If anyone knows of any reason why these two shouldn't get married"...

And I turn to you...

and I say: "Promise...

promise me...

you will never, ever even think about sleeping with another man."

But you'd never ask a straight bloke

to promise never to think about sleeping with another woman.

[Maxine laughs]

Which is what you say at the altar.

Which is why I walk out.

You wanna see him dead?

-Ian! No! -[dramatic music]

[mobile rings]

Ten minutes.

-Hold the fort. -Where are you off?

-[Joe] Mind your fuckin' own. -When I'm running the risk of the Maguires

legging it in here and taking a pop at you,

it is my fucking own!

Don't open until I get back.

-[Karen] Joe? -I'm just on me way out.

[Karen] Where're you going?

[Joe] Pack your stuff.

Wait in the car for me. We're getting out of this shithole.

[dramatic music]

[Lillian] Kelly. Special request.

[Kelly] I told ya I was off duty till later.

You've been asked for, recommended.

-[Kelly] By who? -A big tipper.

[dramatic music]

Karen?

Are you okay? Hey.

I just need to make him understand exactly what's going on in my mind.

How can I do that when I hardly know myself?

I need to be honest, but I'm not sure it's honesty he wants.

-Jamie or Joe? -Built this kind of fantasy world.

It doesn't stand up. It's built on nothing.

It's what he wants things to be, as opposed to the way they are.

Joe.

We're leaving, and I don't know if I want to.

-Just tell him. -You know what he's like.

If you need to speak to him and you want someone to be there...

You're best keeping out of it. But thanks.

-[crying] Fuck... -I'm coming with ya.

Don't get involved. It's not your business.

No, you're my mate.

I'll come. Look, I've got nowhere else to be.

I'll jump in the boot. He won't even know I'm there.

Fuck off, Ian.

You're more mad than I am.

Karen! You ready? We're going.

Karen! I told you to get your stuff!

Come on.

For fuck's sake, Karen!

Grab what you need and leave the rest.

Now!

It's another fiver for extracurricular.

-[dramatic music] -[Kelly] Fuck!

[screaming] Lillian! Lillian!

-[Connor cries] -[dramatic music]

You haven't seen us, right?

Put the clothes in the back.

Connor.

It's me, it's Mummy.

-Right, Karen. Karen! -Right!

[Joe] Cheers, mate.

Tell Roscoe we're quits.

[Dramatic music]

Where the fuck are they?

-They got off in a car, they just ran out. -Where are they going?

-[Chesney] I don't know. -[Jamie] They've got my son!

They've got my fucking son!

-Please, Jamie... -[Jamie] Fuck.

-What? -[Mimi] Jamie, no. Roscoe's out there.

[panting] I will hunt you down.

I don't care where I have to go, what I have to do, how long it takes,

I will track you down and I will fucking kill you!

Y'know, with all the excitement,

I forgot to ask where it is we're heading to.

Surprise.

I think I've had enough surprises for one day, Joe.

Shouldn't take us too long to get there. Three, four hours tops.

Where?

[Karen] Like we can afford that...

You've bought?

This is too fast, Joe.

Yesterday, I was somebody's wife.

I knew what to do when I got up,

what needed to be done before I went to bed.

-I had a routine. -[Joe] Boring.

Predictable. Mundane. Mind-numbing.

Your words, not mine.

-Yeah, but what I meant-- -[Joe] No buts.

You said it, Karen, time after time.

But that's just what you say...

When things get too much.

-It's your way of coping. -This is what you wanted.

-No, this is what you told me I wanted. -Would you make your fucking mind up?

[Connor crying]

I know what this is all about. You've had your meds.

What's that got to do with anything?

You should try and give 'em a miss now and again.

You're more fun.

[music playing in background]

-[man] Cheers. -[man 2] Ta.

-Can't believe the filth fell for that. -Hundred per cent.

Unlike the vodka.

They're turning a blind eye to the incentive,

but willing to try anything for a result, and it seems to be working.

My Brendon was shot.

I say shot, I mean assassinated.

-Was he a politician? An MP? -No.

He worked in the abattoir.

He was the one who, y'know...

His was the last face seen by many an unfortunate bovine.

I reckon it was a homie who had an eye on my patch.

[snorts with laughter]

What, your fucking cabbage patch?

Lillian! Your work on this planet is done. Return to your own people.

It's impressed no one.

They're gonna come and surprise me. Wait and see if they don't.

It's gonna be 'orse's head and offers I can't refuse.

Fuck knows, been years since you've had one of them.

Nothing you'd like to hand to the policeman, Mr Roscoe?

-Me phone number. -[Frank laughs]

Wit as well as good looks. What a catch.

Do you know who I am?

Do you know who I am?

[Roscoe] It's not a game of "who the fuck are you?"

You wanna keep your missus under control, Frank.

Hey, it's nothing to do with me! If you wanna have a pop at her, go for it.

Fuckin' hell!

Villains!

You get rid of one and another springs up in their place, eh?

Like warts.

I never thought I'd say this, but bring back Paddy Maguire, eh?

[all] Cheers!

-[Bruce] What you doing? -Gotta lay low

till Jamie pops Roscoe, so I thought I'd put me time to good use.

Cut through here, grab the guns, pass 'em to Kneecaps and I'm quids in.

Except, if you carry on sawing there, you'll have the fruit machine through.

I measured it. Five paces from the wall.

[Bruce] That's not the same wall.

This is the support wall.

The wall upstairs is the stud wall.

You're about... six foot out.

-[floor creaks] -You need to cut...

here.

Good luck, Micky.

-Is me mam back? -She's behind the bar with Kelly.

[Micky] Right. You can help me get the guns.

-Sixty - forty. -Fifty - fifty.

-Sixty-five - thirty-five. -Bye, Micky.

[grumbles] Look, all right.

[Joe laughing]

I can't stop smiling!

You, me, Junior.

Can't believe we did that.

-I wish I'd seen Jamie's face. -This is funny?

Karen, this is fuckin' hysterical.

That bastard's hidden behind his family for too long.

Get him on his own and all he is is father's son.

Thought this is what you wanted... You, me, and him.

Him?

Just never thought this'd be the way I got him, that's all.

How did you manage it?

You should've seen his face.

Went up to him this morning. "Give us Connor back!"

You did that?

You were missing your child. Of course I did.

"Not your kid," he says.

DNA test says he is!

You've had a test done?

You've had a test done and you didn't even think to tell me?

[chuckles]

He didn't know that, did he?

Didn't even look at it, thank fuck.

So, he thinks Connor's yours?

What did he say?

[Joe] Sort of crap you'd expect from him.

Some sentimental bullshit

about how it takes more than being in at the conception to be a dad.

Tosser.

-The baby. -[Connor cries]

All behind us now, though, hey?

Soon as we get settled, get the divorce over and done with,

nice little house, a few kids of our own.

"Of our own"?

You know what I mean... Few little Pritchard's.

[dramatic music]

Do you come here often?

Not often enough.

And you don't fucking heed what is being said.

Shane. Roscoe!

Oh, fuckin' hell, he's pissed!

[Frank chuckles] He's pissed!

Oi! Thought you was supposed to be offering us protection.

-I need protection from this soft sod. -[Libby] Sit down.

-Something I've always wanted to know-- -Fuck off.

[Bruce] Hello, again!

[huffs] Just been working down in the cellar.

Love working up a sweat, though.

-Oh, aye? -Thirsty work.

Better get you a drink, then, eh?

My usual and whatever this young man wants.

[Mimi] Ice?

[dramatic music]

[car alarm blaring]

[thug] Oi! You little bastards!

[Jamie grunts]

We meet again.

[car alarm continues blaring]

[Chesney] Is Jamie in, Mimi?

I'd steer well clear for now, if I were you.

What happened with the baby, I didn't have a clue.

-[Mimi] Not now, Chesney, I'm dying. -It had nowt to do with me!

[Mimi] I'm fuckin' dying!

[clicks tongue]

[grunts] Just trynna ring you!

-Roscoe was-- -Behind ya.

-[dramatic music] -[all cry out]

[whimpers]

[floor creaking]

Paddy Maguire has three sons.

This is one of 'em. I'm guessing that's the other two.

Get them here.

Get fucked, Roscoe.

Wait!

[Frank grunts, coughs]

[Kelly] Shane, you'd best get back to t'pub. Roscoe's here. He's got Jamie.

What's Connor gonna do for a dad if you're not 'ere?

[dramatic music]

Whoa, Frank, Frank! Look, we need your help.

Once we get the guns, we go upstairs and we sort Roscoe.

[chuckles] A poof, a psycho, and a... and a, uh...

-Piss artist? -I was gonna say "invalid", actually.

What fucking use are we gonna be? [grunts]

We've got family up there! Friends!

Loved ones who are facing their darkest hour!

[Micky] We're their only hope.

Look, without us, our... intervention...

-they're facing certain death. -Oh, fuck--

-[Bruce gasps] -And it may get tough.

And some of us... [chokes up] might not get out alive.

[Micky] But at least we tried.

[Micky] The odds may be stacked against us,

but we can do this.

Just remember what it was that turned this country from Britain...

into Great Britain.

-Courage, tenacity-- -No!

Being really fucking sneaky,

getting in there first,

and twatting the cunts before they know what's hit 'em!

Are you with us?

You need to cut there.

[dramatic music]

[gun cocks]

[Connor crying]

Might help if you were a little less tense.

He'll be picking up on that.

[tense music]

You think Jamie's just gonna let this go?

The trick with people like Jamie,

all the Maguires,

is to make them believe they're better than they are,

convince them they're more intelligent than you,

stronger than you, more ruthless than you.

And whilst they're busy going round thinking they're God's gift...

-If he finds out-- -I can handle him.

And what about Paddy?

-Cos when he hears-- -He won't.

He's not the only one with family in Ireland.

And I don't think we'll be seeing Paddy again.

[floor creaks]

[Frank huffs]

On my count.

-One... Two... -[floor creaks]

Oh!

[rumbling]

Delivery vans. Speed bumps. We're getting a petition up.

Council's fucking useless.

[Shane] You rang, m'lady?

Three.

[Roscoe] Hello.

Don't be sad.

Two out of three ain't bad.

Meat Loaf.

[Roscoe] Modern poet.

Yeah, but, he, uh, didn't actually write anything--

[Roscoe] You owe me.

The money we robbed off you was counterfeit.

[Shane] It wasn't worth the paper it was printed on.

I don't give a fuck.

[Roscoe] It cost me 150K of gear.

You owe me.

We'll get you your money.

[Roscoe] And what about the damage to my reputation?

-How're you gonna compensate me for that? -What've you got in mind?

[Roscoe] This place.

You should let these people go. They've got nothing to do with this.

[Roscoe] Nobody's going anywhere until your brother shows up

and I don't care how long it takes.

-Why don't you let the women go? -[scoffs]

How about letting the women speak for themselves?

I'm not going without you.

And I'm not going if she's not.

[Patty] And if you kill one of them...

you're gonna have to kill all of us.

[sad pensive music]

Are you gonna tell me...

whatever the fuck it is that's on your mind?

Everything's changed. Everything.

Who you are, or at least who I thought you were.

-I thought you'd be pleased. -Pleased?

The things I'd done to get ya, to win ya.

-"Win"? -You're having second thoughts.

Joe, I've not even had time to have first thoughts!

I've not even had time to think about what it is that I genuinely want.

You've forced the situation.

I didn't choose this and Connor didn't choose this.

-[breaks squeal] -[Connor cries]

-[Ian pants] -Then choose now.

-Choose! Give him to Jamie. -You're frightening him.

-He's such a good fucking dad. -He's my son.

You were trynna get rid of him a few months back.

-Couldn't stand the sight of him. -I was ill.

No, you're wagging the finger at me

and you were parking Junior off to anyone who'd have him!

-His name is Connor! I was ill! -Screaming my name whilst his feet are--

I sacrificed everything for you, and this is how you repay me?

"I don't know whether this is what I want."

Well, fuck you!

[Joe] Karen

Karen

I'm sorry! And I'm stupid. I didn't mean--

Is that what you told Mandy? "You drove me to it. It's not my fault."

-Who the fuck are you phoning? -I knew it wouldn't work. I knew it.

Me and you might've been all right or a few hours behind Jamie's back.

[Karen cries out] Joe, no!

You're calling him?

-We've not got a chance. -After everything I've done for ya,

-Connor deserves better. Need to get home. -sacrificed for ya...

-I need to sort this -He doesn't love you!

and tell him that this, from start to finish,

-was a big mistake. -He doesn't love you like I love ya!

I never loved ya.

You were a fuck.

[both grunt]

-[whimpers] -Say you love me.

Say that you love me!

-[Joe cries] -[Karen chokes]

-Get off me! -Do you love me?

Say you love me. Please, Karen.

Say you love me...

more than Jamie! Say you love me!

-[Karen chokes] -[Ian] Get off her!

[coughs, pants]

-[thud] -[Ian grunts]

[coughing]

[Ian] Hey? Hey? Hey? [breathes heavily]

-[Ian grunts] -[Karen sobs]

Listen, right? Go home

and do whatever it takes to make it work with Jamie.

I'll take care of this. You go.

Look, just go. Just go.

[Connor crying]

Shh, Connor. It's okay.

[tense anticipatory music]

[breathes heavily]

[tyres screeching]

[tense dramatic music]

[clock ticking]

-[Libby] Doesn't look like he's coming. -[clock ticks]

-So, what's it to be? -[Roscoe] This isn't your fight.

You point a gun at my friends' heads, you make it my fight.

Fuck's sake! You can go, all of ya.

But you two...

stay.

Doesn't sound like a very good deal to me.

-Or me! -[punter] Or me.

-Or me. -[punter 2] And me.

-Or me. -Or me.

-Or me. -[punter 3] Or me.

-[Carl] Or me. -[punter 4] Or me.

-Or me. -Or me.

-[punter 5] Or me. -[punter 6] Or me.

-Or me. -[punter 7] Or me.

[punter 8] Or me.

I was forced into it.

Oh, for fuck's sake. Or me.

[Mimi screams]

-[tense music] -[Mimi continues screaming]

[Mimi keeps screaming]

[Ian] What is it they say?

"You can choose your friends, but you can't choose your family?"

Cos in the end, that's all you've got, innit? Family.

It doesn't matter if family's you and your mates,

you and your girl, you and your fella,

or you, your mam, dad,

and those bastards that stuck your head under the duvet when they farted.

It's all family.

Checkmate!

[Jamie] I don't think so, Roscoe.

[Mimi screams]

[whimpers, grunting]

[baby cries]

[whimpers]

[Ian] It's all family.

-[baby crying] -[Mimi whimpers]

[Ian] All of it.

[Roscoe] Fuck!

[all cheering]

[baby cries]