All language subtitles for Common As Muck s02e01

I'm coming!

I want to be loved by you.

Hello.

We've got a special name on the Marilyn
Monroe. You know, your

generation. Oh, my God. Careful, Loke.
You'll have a stroke.

Don't eat from there.

All right. No.

Come on, what's happening? What's
happening?

Come on, then, then.

Come on, bollocks.

This is just another Friday to me, this
is, you know.

I mean, just because I'm making my last
trip, I mean, there's no need to make a

bloody fuss, is there?

So what are them things on your feet?
Their new safety boot, is it? Or has

Angela Rippon sorted you out a guest
spot doing the sodding rumba?

All right, 45 years I've been on this
job, right?

45 years of cramp, corns and bloody
trench foot. I thought, right, bollocks,

thought.

comfort before I pack it in. So... John,
bring them in.

B for Barry to T for Tosser.

Start approach.

1991, two -and -a -half -ton Vulture
with screw thread and blindside axis.

Next, the 1968 three -ton Mav with
adjustable rear axle

damping and rebounder, either of which
worked and which became known to its

at the time as the Shitting.

And last, but by no means least, ever
-reliable...

1950 Hornet, also known as the Merit,
after a local resident who had a similar

knack for getting lads tinkering about
on their backs underneath her.

Bloody Merit.

And so, as the Nev Smith Memorial Drive
passed it by, look to the stars.

And we give thanks for the life on the
bridge.

Never, you old bugger. Are you coming or
what?

Members of the jury, we've heard from
prosecution that George Ward is a master

of deception and that his biggest
contract is himself.

We've heard that George Ward presents
himself as a clown, a bumbler, a

Oh, George Ward. The George Ward known
only to a man of infinite... ... ...

... ...

...

Should have heard the names he was
calling us and all. I never heard out

it. All right.

And we got him a present.

Oh, well, I mean, I knew you lads would
come up with something, you know, on an

occasion like this. Something, you know,
proper.

So I was just kind of joining in with
it, you know.

Think of that wind whipping in off the
Irish sea, Nev.

They're thermal. Yeah, keep your
buttocks warm.

Sit your arse in the fridge with them
on, Nev. They'll not get filed.

They incorporate a full micropore
system, allowing the testes to breathe

thus considerably reducing the risk of
chafing. He checked them out. I mean, we

all wore them for a couple of hours to
make sure they were OK, but he did the

background.

Oh, er...

We got you this and all.

It's not just from the lads there. I
went round them that used to be at the

depot and all. Got no end.

It's made in Switzerland.

No need English bollocks.

Well, that's magic, thank you.

You have to wind it, mind.

And don't bloody forget, otherwise
you'll shag it.

How about some cake, then, Nev?

Hang about, I mean... I just want to,
you know, say something.

I said I didn't want any force, and I
meant it. I don't.

I mean, come to think of it, I think
that I've got years in me yet, you know.

You have never.

Aye.

Of course I have, yes.

But, you know, rules is bloody rules,
aren't they? You know, and when the time

comes for you to go, well, then you just
have to.

Sure, I mean, that's what I'm doing.

You're going.

But, I mean, you all know when I'm going
to retire to, don't you? So, you know,

I'll expect a visit from you every now
and then.

And, you know, a call if you're having
any trouble. You ring me up and I'll be

bloody well right round there to any one
of you.

Have some cake, you miserable old sod.

Oh, no, I don't want to be rude, but,
you know, what with driving off tonight

and all that, I... I just don't want to
waste any time, you know.

Fair enough.

Your day, Nev.

I mean, after all of it, I'll be seeing
you around, won't I?

Yeah.

Well, won't I?

Yeah, yeah.

Right.

Next stop, Fleetwood, then.

And, er... You know, thank you.

What a dinky bastard.

Sharon?

Christ, what's happened?

Bastard Colin.

Me boyfriend, you know, me new one.

Twatted me. Why?

Bleak lottery ticket.

Ten pounds sodded incident.

Reckoned he'd pay for it, right, and he
hadn't, and I told him he hadn't.

He went bleating wild.

Smacked me in the face with a cricket
bat.

Oh, God. Kid's one, you know.

He's got a lad.

Two and a half.

Oh, he's brought me sodded nose.

Here.

Is that your John O's?

Good. He's a nice kid.

Do you want me to get you out?

A cup of tea?

I'll sit with you, shall I?

While you get sorted.

It's never happened to me, you know.

It's not proper.

You know, the odd airport slap once or
twice, but not this.

I want you to know that.

It doesn't matter.

Honest.

It's the gum.

No class.

That's why it's been going for the last
day.

Because it's me.

It's as if I've got all stuck up.

I've been doing a course, you know.

Taught myself out like a beauty
therapist.

I'm well shot of him.

What is it, do you know?

Bono girl?

I don't know.

Doesn't matter either way, does it?

Sharon Moss?

No, which would I prefer?

Excuse me?

Guilty!

I half expected a cross on the door
instead of gents, miracles that have

worked in here.

Poor George, he's gone down for five
years.

Bit of a shock, I think. I gather his
brief had told him he could expect to

on account of all the time he's already
done on remand.

Had she but known the full extent of Mr
Ward's corrupt dealings, had he come

to that.

Good.

Now, what about the others?

Deep cleansed. Or brussels, as we like
to call it at Procter.

Excellent, Christine.

Incidentally, I got environmental health
to bang a contaminated landowner on

that waste ground Duggan has been
looking at.

Too much methane gas or something.

Poor bugger will wet himself.

Josiah Wilson.

Founding father, Hepworth's cotton king.

Guardian angel of men's underwear.

He had a vision. He brought the railway
to Hepworth. He set the city on its way.

And now it's my turn.

Get on to Babarca. Get everything
moving.

Nothing can stop you now.

You know, you know I was having a beer
with Neville, Matt.

I'm sorry.

Don't feel in that way.

You know, like, my bad had happened. I
just wondered where you were.

Talk about you are. You get like that.
All up and down.

Shouldn't have seen me when I had him.

Thought he meant to blossom or
something. Get all laid back when you're

pregnant. You should try it.

Hey, I've been out working all day.

I'm up tomorrow crack of dawn, so I'm
doing my bloody bit.

Carry on as if the baby's not to do with
me.

Jono, you know that's not true.

If you're worried about all the graft
you're having to do, let me go out and

work.

There ain't no need.

I always twist things, don't I? That
ain't what I'm saying.

Oh. I wouldn't mind. I mean, it's not
like I'm one of them women who enjoys

spending 24 hours a day showing a bump
off like she's won FA Cup.

I'd enjoy change.

Marie, my mum's never worked and there's
no need for you to.

Well, I'm not complaining. I'm just
saying that's all.

Bloody hell, if my dad couldn't manage
on his own with his bad habits, I'm sure

as sudden hell I can. Hey, never you
mind with his bad habits.

He never come home drunk and going on
when I were pregnant with you. I'm just

saying. You could do worse than take a
leaf out of his book.

Well, you never leave it your way,
start, don't you? Dad, dad, I'm sick of

Look, I'm going to bring up the kid. I'm
going to do it right, but I'm going to

do it my way.

I'm not me bastard dad.

I'm me.

Where you been?

Disappeared. What are you on about,
Bernard?

Some bastard's had the crap.

He's disappeared.

If you're pulling my plonker.

Love you all, Ken.

Don't left out down the far end this
week.

Told you.

Here, lads. Got something for you.

What's up, lads?

Wonderful the officer. No, it's a thank
you, isn't it? For the work you've done

over the last year.

Top men.

What do you mean, thank you?

Well, with all the changes and that.

Proper doing this deal.

Honestly, I didn't have a clue.

Oh, come on.

I didn't.

They went out this morning, three or
four crews.

What are they charging? Nothing. They're
including it in the rates.

This is strength, isn't it? New broom
and all that bollocks.

Well, what are we going to do? We'll
have to do something. They're going to

us out of business.

They already have.

It's finished.

They've decided.

What are you talking about?

Look, we've done well here. We've made a
profit. We've found a market that we

can exploit.

But only because proper letters.

They went on with their business and
left us alone.

Now, for some reason, they've changed
their minds, and that's that.

Well, just like that.

Good night and thank you.

Now, bollocks. Look, we've built this
place up, we've turned it into summer. I

do know that. What do you suggest we do,
then?

Well, what about loyalty, hmm?

You know, Prebaka Akram.

I bloody liked Andrews, but we changed
it for a reason, didn't we? So let's

start turning the sodding screw.

Let's start knocking on a few of your
mate's doors. It is no longer feasible

carry on, Ken.

See, Lena's off.

No warning, nothing.

Look. The yard's yours.

Your names are on the lease.

I don't want it back.

You can make of it what you can.

But the rubbish business, I'm afraid, is
finished.

I'm sorry, but I can't afford it.
Shitting, Ada!

Hey, this is our livelihood you're
talking about. It's easy enough for you.

What?

You don't think I'm ever so slightly
disappointed that a company that I've

time and money and effort into has been
ruined overnight?

Grow up.

The purchase company is collecting the
wagons this afternoon, the stock's being

cleared this evening, and the yard's
yours from tomorrow.

Bloody hell.

Shit.

Are we bollocksed?

Of course we're not. I mean, we just
need to sort some else out, don't we?

And something pronto.

I mean, we can do it, can't we, Ken?

I mean, we always do it, don't we?

Ken?

I really thought we cracked it this
time.

You can't run a parcel delivery service
with two vehicles.

All right, perhaps he's dead.

No, you're not.

Hey, piss off, you. Leave Sam's train.

I've got it. I've got it.

Car boot sale.

Look here, mate.

I've got a bloody clue.

I'm choosing this place for a start. How
can you have a meeting in here? My

bastard ears are bleeding.

There is nowhere in the city to land an
helicopter. You know, if you

want... And here we are, sitting on all
that concrete. Look, we've got petrol

pumps. We'll need all other stuff.

Fire engines and radar and that.

Definitely need fire engines if you
haven't got the radar.

All right, all right. I didn't mean it,
any road.

I was only joking.

Christ, all that bloody work.

Come on, Ken.

Find something else. As long as we all
stick together.

We? You shouldn't even be we.

You should have gone back to college
like you were supposed to.

Crash, what are you doing firing our
bloody battles for, any road? You know,

should have grabbed hold of all the
advantages you had given you. We're both

bloody ants and been miles away from
here by now instead of kicking around

slumming it with us.

I'm sorry, I'm knackered.

I've been doing this too bloody long.

Going under and struggling up for a
surface, getting a good lump full of

and then five minutes later, some other
bastard comes along and shoves your head

back down again.

How do you get right out, eh?

Get right out and clear. That's what I
want to know.

Bullets, Jimmy.

It isn't going to work, is it? What shot
does that start?

Come on, Sean.

Go piss off.

I thought me bastard look had changed.

I brought a breathing motorbike. I've
got pissing commitments now. You've got

pissing commitments, lad. Calm down.
Come on. No bollocks, John.

I'm off. I'm adding up.

It's a waste of time, all this.

I've got to look after me centrum now.

It's only a bloody church you've got.

Sub, sub.

You haven't got no patience. That's his
trouble.

I mean, you can't come up with a
brilliant idea overnight, now, can you?

thought that's what we had to do.

Yeah, but you know what I mean.

Aye, all right. Well, best of luck to
you.

I'm OK. What are you doing?

I'm going home.

You can't do that. We haven't thought
about... Look, Jono, I'm knackered. Me

mind's a blank. I can't keep up with the
cotton thrusts over there on your side

of the table. So I'm going home, all
right?

Well, what if we come up with something?

Make sure your ring is nice and early,
yeah?

Who is it?

It's the pizza man.

All right.

One nice and beefy, one jacket and a
beer, 5 .85, please.

All right, then.

Oh.

Take that, we've got some more upstairs.

Oh, sod it, take it.

No, no, no, I mean I owe you.

Follick. cop.

85p. Our secret, eh? No, it's probably
not. You take it, hold on to it until I

get the money I owe you.

Hey.

Listen.

I don't want any bloody charity, you
know.

Eh? I mean, I know what you're about.

And I don't want it. Do you understand
me? I do not want helping across the

road. I do not want cut price bread at
Tesco's after five o 'clock in the

evening. And above all, I do not want
your bloody knockdown price pizza.

Listen, mate.

It's 85 pence. I can't be arsed to wait.

What's the bastard problem?

Just watch your language.

You watch yours.

You're old enough to know better.

Now, why don't you take the pizza, sit
down and gum the bloody thing to death?

It's a bunker.

Come in.

Burn it.

Burn it. Leave it, will you?

All right, come on. Surprise me.

Window cleaning.

You what? See, it's perfect, isn't it?
Because we know all the streets and

And there's more than enough of us to
split into teams if we need it. Plus

got the shed so we can store all the gay
ladders and stuff. I'm not going up no

ladders. Send me what, Pete?

Hang on, hang on. You can't just turn up
at the top of a street and start, can

you? Why not?

Anyone ever ask you whether you want
your windows to be? Be bollocked. They

pulled up, did it, and trapped you for
350 next time they saw you.

Yeah.

Don't need no degree neither, do you,
eh?

Know which way to stand the bucket up,
and you're in.

It's tailor -made.

Look, we've done the sums, how it'd
work.

We're back in business, Ken.

Come on, it's a good idea.

I don't know. You've got to think these
things through, haven't you?

We have.

Sober. I'm not pissed.

I'm thinking straight.

Bloody hell, Ken.

There's a chance in it.

I mean, what else you got planned?

I'm sorry, Marie, no.

What do you mean, no?

Like I say.

But nobody draws in the punters like I
do.

Look, Rat, I've been thinking. A couple
of new costumes.

Marie, you're pregnant.

And? And you're pregnant. End of story.

Without discrimination, that is. I mean,
you can't just bar folk from jobs

because they're up the duff. It's
illegal.

Not when they're bloody strippers, it's
not.

Ted,

it isn't just that I want to work, you
know, for the love of the bloody job.

I need the money.

John has had the elbow.

He's trying to set up on his own and
I've got a kid on the way.

That's why I can't help you. You know
that.

Yeah, but you can hardly tell.

Especially if I keep face on and I don't
turn sideways.

Marie, if I could, I would.

But I can't.

Right, John.

One of us needs to sort out proper
equipment.

You know, so we don't look like cowboys.

Three thousand.

For buying proper gear. And a kitty.

Where'd you get that?

Flogged me lorry.

What, are you a low loader? No use now,
is it?

Bloody hell, Ken. There were no need.
Hey, John. There was.

That's the point.

I'm not pissing about.

I'm not spending months on the bloody
doll while we get ourselves organised.

If we're going to do this job, we're
going to do it proper.

Right, first thing, we need to split up.

Do some scouting.

I want to see where the best place is to
start. Roots to take.

Bloody hell, I was just saying that.

I mean, we need gear sorting, don't we?

Ladders, buckets, them squidgy things.
Sonny, take Jono and Bernard, get down

Gav's yard, see what deals he'll do you,
everything you'll think we need.

Me and Jon will get started on route.

Meet you up by the jester at one, all
right? Yeah, now go on, Ken.

Hey, hang on a minute, Ken.

Got to find a new name, haven't we?

The window wonders or something.

Or suds you like.

No suds out of the water instead. Come
on, Jono, stop asking about it. We want

to get on.

I were near.

I thought I'd call round, see how you
were getting on.

Oh, right. Oh, yeah, it's fine now, you
know.

Are you busy?

I'll leave. Oh, no, no, it's here.
What's it seeing? I'm working.

Oh, no.

Not like that. Look, come in.

Come on, I'm bloody freezing.

There it goes.

It's Marie, a friend of mine.

Hiya.

Ta -da.

Hey,

Sharon, I'm not sure. Do I just sort of
hang them over the top or what?

You're not supposed to have it that high
up, you silly sod. You're supposed to

have it further down on your hips.

Don't. I'm pissing sweat.

Anyway, they're not looking the best
since they had the kid.

Well, it didn't affect everyone the
same. Don't worry.

Here, take a seat.

Right, then. Anyone seen out their
fancy?

I like these, but they've got a bloody
great tear right up the middle.

Oh, they're their best sellers, then.
Them and the personal massagers.

Not bloody like this.

I'm serious. Look at them.

No, Moira, love, they're supposed to be
like that. You keep them on.

You know, when you... It's like Moses
and the Red Sea.

Parting other ways, this route to the
promised land.

Bloody hell. Do you not come unconscious
with this or what?

That's my best friend.

You wouldn't want to make enemies.

It's tough of the reins, that.

As a realistically sculptured body, it
comes with its own battery pack and it's

very quiet, so, you know, it's discreet.

Well, yeah, all right, you've got to get
out the breakfast table, some bugger

will notice it, but, you know, apart
from that... I've often... I mean, I've

often wondered what they... Well, you
read, don't you? How they're supposed

um...

I'd never run... Oh, brilliant.

My Jono got me one when he were away
last time. Oh, what was it? Oh, magic.

Not to tell my fillies out loud, but
apart from that... Well, that's it,

You've seen all we wear, so if anybody
wants anything, just fill out them forms

and hand them in at the end.

Marie, can I have the word?

Yeah.

Shit hole, innit?

Not for long.

Nev?

Nev, it's me.

You see, I just couldn't go.

Not with it the way it was.

It's not in my nature. Well, you know
that, Ken, you know that.

I mean, whoever takes over this house, I
did not want them coming in and saying,

that Nev Smith, he's a dirty so -and
-so.

I mean, after all, it's been needed to
him for ages.

Council would have seen to it.

Well, no, that's not quite the same, is
it?

You see, I live here.

This is my house.

And I am the one who's going to get it
decent before I go.

I wish you'd rung us, told us what you
were thinking.

Quick couple of coats, top and bottom.

I've gone. I'm away.

I mean, what's all the fuss about?

Because we're around, you know, the
lads. I'll throw it. We'll come and give

a hand.

No, I don't want you to do that.

I'm enjoying getting stuck in, you see.
It'll only take us an evening. I'm all

right.

You know, thank you.

Thanks for the thought.

Here, get your coat.

I'll take you for a pint. I'm seeing the
lads up the jester. It's not like this

window cleaning.

No.

Cheers all the same.

The lads will be pleased to see you.

I want to get on.

No. I want to get finished.

Please get.

What? Are you all right? No, it's all
right.

It's moving, that's all.

It's not the baby?

Yeah.

It's amazing, isn't it?

Yeah.

Yeah, it is.

Are you all right?

I'm fine, yeah.

But I need to get off, you know.

Big day tomorrow, isn't it?

I have been.

We're fresh sods. You're missing loads.

Well, we need to get a shift on.

Try Highfield for summer. Might actually
stump up round there.

They're taking care of, I've checked.

So let's undercut them this summer.

Don't work like that, Jono. Have you not
seen John's eye?

They don't believe in competition round
here. They call it trespass, then they

twat you. Sob it.

That's shitty there, isn't it?

You daft pratt!

Come down here, you little... Don't
stand in the way, this. You don't stop

burning.

Bernard, get off!

Bernard!

Bernard! No! No!

Hey,

pack it in. What? Can we not have a
laugh now?

We're supposed to be working.

Well, that's what I was hoping and all.

Jono. Oh, bloody hell. All right, I'm
done any road.

I can't tell you.

Please.

Enjoy.

You think, um... Pickling, shabbling,
the premier crew. I'm sorry, but do you

think I could have some... It goes very
well with lobster.

Now, Mr. Prabhakar.

Business. Prabhakar.

We want to buy your yacht.

Sean Christ!

What are you doing?

Income support.

I'm expanding.

I need a depot to cope with the extra
machinery, now that you've no use for

yours. Frankly, that surprises me,
because you bought that landfill site

the canal last month.

And a few weeks prior to that, the more
farm mortgages. And since then, you've

done nothing to develop our business.

Just keeping an eye on your competitors.

No business trick. Yes.

So, why you should need more space?

We have plans for those other sites.
Mmm, delicious.

Well, that's okay.

I bet you.

And I bet they are the same plans.

as you have my yarn.

But refuse expansion?

I'll think about it.

You rat! Bullseye! You bloody idiot!

Get off, Leonardo!

Sort them top windows out with Bernard,
will you? Out my bloody sight!

Bloody wrong with you, acting like a
pissing idiot.

I should put something on there if I
were you. You what? Your feet. Some

or something, if you want to keep them
toes.

I mean, you see what that bloody soap
stuff does to your hands?

Take a tattoo off with you.

Cheap, though.

Cheap, you bet.

What are you doing? What are you bloody
doing?

You know he's scared of me. I am, I
know. Get a shift on.

Jono. I should have got a ladder.

There ain't no need. This is quicker,
isn't it? Jesus.

Be careful.

Stop fretting.

All right, I'm finished.

I've done it. Get it in, General.

I can't grip.

Can't, though. I'm busted. Stop,
General.

Get it in. Yeah, I've burned it. What
was he showing me? No.

All right.

You all right?

Shit. Bastard.

My shoulder.

He's okay.

The soil broke his foot.

He's not damaged.

You idiot.

Bloody hell.

Shut up.

Done your windows, mate?

Yeah, they're very nice.

Cheers.

You owe us 350.

Piss off.

What the... Give us the money.

You bastard.

The money, mate.

Oh, do you?

Oh, yeah. Any day.

Give us the money or I'll put a bastard
brick through every pissing pen in your

house. I'll report you.

That's the warden's house next door.
He's a friend of mine.

He's got mates on the force.

There's no need for that. He'll bloody
sort you lot out.

We don't want to involve anyone else,
eh?

John -o!

Christ, you wanker!

Get off me! What are you doing? We need
paying.

Didn't you hear him? You're friends. So
what?

He owed us, didn't he? And he ain't the
bloody first practice we've been paid

proper to have so much show for
autograph we've done, eh? We're trying

new job off the pissing ground, you
prat!

You want to watch your bloody mouth with
me? You're a sodding liability.

I am, eh?

You're the brains behind it.

You're the one who came swanning in here
once you'd lowered your sights enough

to join us. Started laying down the law.

We'll do this, we'll do that.

And you're the one who's banging
everyone's head against a brick wall.

bastard of you, 21 Vasa. Brainwashed in
our bastard time.

Look, Ken, anywhere they pay you, it's
already taken.

The places that don't pay you, they
won't pay you because they're shit

You know something, Ken? I'm a big lad
now. I make my own mistakes. I don't

no sodding nursemaid to help us.

Oh, is that right? Yeah, it is right.
You know something else? You're on the

right. The only way to get on is by
yourself and your own two pitying feet.

That's why I invited you.

Now, my aim is to form a Millennium
Games Committee, which will explore the

various plans and proposals you see
before you today, in order to decide

of the two suggested bid sites should
finally be chosen.

These games are not a pipe dream.

They are a feasible, sustainable
reality.

And more than that, the Millennium Games
offers an opportunity for the city to

be rejuvenated.

For industry to be regenerated. For the
jobless to be redeployed.

It is a thrilling rollercoaster ride
into the 21st century.

That's why I am committed to it. And
that's why now, today, I ask for

your support.

You know me, you sod.

I'm up for it. Dougie Harden, ladies and
gentlemen.

Dougie, I expect you to bankroll the
whole operation.

Anything I can do.

Except putting my hand in my pocket.

Ladies and gentlemen, in whatever way
you can, please back this effort.

It's about sport, sure.

But more than that, it's about a city's
heartbeat.

Thank you.

He'll be back. You know what he's like.

You're leaving here in six coats, then,
are you? I've got to do it proper, Ken.

Hold on to the dusted net.

Look, then.

You can't see from there.

I don't need to, Ken. I mean, I know
you. I mean, I know you thorough.

No, I'm quick. He's thorough.

Well, Sonny will soon have the inside
done for you. Then it's just a bit of

finishing off, isn't it?

You are all right for cash, aren't you,
Nev?

You know, if you need a loan or out,
just till you get settled, we've put a

quid behind the bank.

The eaves.

You haven't done them, have you?

What?

The house, you know, the eaves. You
haven't done them.

No, ladders have not reached.

Oh, well, fine.

No, I mean, there's no, you know, no
problem.

I'll sort it.

I'll hire something in.

The eaves.

The carpet's next.

What? No.

They want new carpets.

Then the roof's leading.

What are you talking about?

Shit, I'm upset.

Don't want to go.

Rousing stuff, eh? Oh, Mr Prebaker.

Nad, please.

Didn't expect to see you here.

Well, slightly the wrong side of tanned,
I think, to get the full civic invite.

Still, no -one can stop me as a member
of the public.

You know, a most extraordinary thing has
happened, Christine.

My yard must be worth a fortune.

It's a prime development site now, you
see, next to all that majesty.

So what do you want?

I'd like to get into politics.

I understand you have friends on the
council.

Oh, and one more thing, the yard.

It's full of sitting tenants.

If you want it, you'll have to deal with
them.

The existing canal bank.

So it's just the eaves, then, are they?

Now, what's up?

Nothing, nothing's up, nothing. I just,
you know, I just feel a bit guilty, you

know, taking you away from the windows.

You're not keeping us from out, don't
you worry.

Well, he's right. Any other waste of
time. There isn't enough work to support

us. We've got to face up to it.

Look at the devil. What do you want?

You know.

You've heard, then?

What nothing to do with me anymore.

What do you want?

I wanted to apologise, that's all.

You know, for being lippy.

I'm sorry.

But you were right, I was asking about.

We all have our moments, Jono.

Bloody hell, Jono, I didn't want to fall
out with you.

We need to go to death together now,
don't we?

Oh, no.

I don't want to come back.

That's the thing, see?

I've outgrown all this one for all.

One for one?

Well, yeah.

That's all right. It started with
everything.

And a few lads are happy with it, but it
ain't for me anymore.

I'm ready to go off and do something
with myself, you know, instead of

around here festering.

I realise that now.

A man's got to do, you know.

So I just want to say thanks for
everything and no hard feelings.

No hard feelings?

Hey.

Got myself sorted already.

Where did you get that much, then?

Income support.

Is that what they call it these days?

I want to treat you.

Christ. I mean, you lad's that bloody
rich.

How much money do you make today?

Come on.

It's my shout.

Piss off, Jono.

Hey, hang on, Ken.

Remember.

You don't like the agro anymore.

Bloody hell.

What's up with you?

Too bloody proud to take a drink off me
now, is that it?

Bernard, what about you? It's all free.
You don't have to pay a pissing penny.

Don't know.

Leave him alone.

Are you afraid because he said no?

Or do you ask him when you need a piss
now?

They all go together so you can hold
hands.

You're a bunch of bleeding babies, a lot
of you.

Get out, Jono. Only if you make me.

Here.

Take it.

Go on, take the money.

Go on.

Buy yourself something.

Go and get drunk or buy yourself a
woman. Aye, decent shag.

Buy yourself a bloody life.

Get out.

You get out of this house. Get out of my
house.

You what?

I'm not having filth like that under
this roof.

Now get out of this house. Get out of my
house!

Your house?

You mean your council house?

The one that you've had since the war?

What you've never left?

What you've never owned? What you've
never changed? Because you're the same

them.

You've got no bloody ambition. You've
got no guts. You don't know how to live

your life.

You know what colour you should be
painting this place?

Black. Like a pissing funeral parlour,
cos that's what it is, you know.

Somewhere for when you're dead.

John!

You!

You bastard!

I can break you in two, boy!

Break you as soon as I look at you!

How dare you?

How dare you?

John, you were born in this house.

You know that, don't you?

But do you know how?

Do you know where?

I'll show you bloody where!

There!

On them stairs!

Third stair from the top! And your
mother, your mother was sitting here.

She was sat there, right there, in that
corner.

She had a cigarette in one hand, a glass
of Adler cut in the other, and bloody

Eamon Anders on the television, and you
started.

You started here, and you were born
there, on them stairs.

And me and you died in the midwife,
running backwards and forwards,

and forwards.

With bloody towels and hot water and no
bloody advocate.

They were good people, do you know?

They were good people, lads.

Sweating, worrying, fretting.

And your poor bloody daddy had to keep
going out the back of the air.

He was taking that much.

And he stood there smoking his last
players.

And he heard you cry that.

He heard you cry and he come belting
back in here.

And there you were.

In your mother's arms.

Listen, don't you, don't you tell me
about life in this house.

Because I lived it, lad.

I bloody lived it.

Now get out! Because you're bloody
poisoning it! Get out, lad!

Get out of my house!

Get bloody out!

Well, I swear, if this don't put lead in
his pencil, there's something wrong

with him.

He'd need the National Grid up his arse
to get mine going. Hey, we were just

coming on to that.

Johnno, what are you doing back?

I've got a bloody hell going on here.
It's all right. I was going to say.

All right, come on, go.

The lot of your mood.

Come on, piss off.

I thought I told you I said.

Come on, go.

Do you not hear me?

He's deaf as well as desperate mood.

Johnno! Shut it!

Hey. Next time you want to come round,
you ask the bloke who pays the rent, the

bloke who does the graft. Jono, please.

I'll go, Marie.

Yeah, why don't you?

Hey, no need to get changed. You are.
Good enough for me house, good enough

the street.

No, get out. What's up with you?

I want you out.

Jono, leave her.

You treat me like I'm nothing.

What the bloody hell's up with you?

I want some respect. I'm your sodding
husband.

Respect?

Oh, two in one day. Look, there's near
two grand in there.

The lads don't... It's different with an
house.

You don't know whose it is, do you?

Oh, yeah, the lads.

They looked after you well, didn't they?

Bastard. Who said it'd be here? Shut it.
You can't.

Bastard. Shut up.

Shit.

I can't. What do you mean?

You must be lower this side.

Come here.

Bullets. Christ, I want to know what I'm
pissing this after.

Shut it.

Work's not bad, is it?

Don't start.

Shut.

Jesus.

Fuck Norma, for God's sake. Shit!

What did they do to him?

Did they see us? See who we were?

No. It's too dark.

Bloody hell.

Brilliant. Next time, high planet.

Sean.

Sean. I just didn't see him.

Oh, God, John.

You're funny.

I don't know. But you're all right.

Jesus Christ! Jesus!

Get on, boys, and sum it! Do sum it!

Sean! Yes!

Please, Sean, I'll do sum it, please!

I don't know.

Christ, Marie.