All language subtitles for Marching.Powder.2025.1080p.WEB-DL.H.264.AC3.5.1-BITFLOW.en

[marching band music]

[sniffing]

[dog barks]

[narrator]
Once upon a time,

in the far away magical land

in a simple age,

and a cunt was married

that sat in the pub all day

there was a little boy

The very first word

C-C-Cocaine.

An ambitious child,

Jack already knew

What would you like to do
when you grow up, David?

Put a stop to world famine, sir.

[teacher] What about you, Sarah?

Invent something amazing, sir.

-[teacher] What about you, Jack?
-Drugs, sir. And fuck Sarah.

Jack knew that being academic

was about as useful

Round the flats, a different

Fuck are you staring at,
you Jils?

This was Jack's university.

Happily, he graduated

and a criminal record.

And it was here he met Dani,

Jack and Dani, you've got to

Their love burned so brightly

that Dani even gave up

and settled into a life

She laid down her paint brush

And on the day their son JJ

Dani scored over 100,000

while Jack smashed

For a while, they were just

but Jack had one little

For 60 quid, you can buy

or a day-glo collar

But for 50 quid,

He loved his wife and son,

but being a dickie-sniffing

While most men

ate Ginsters pies and

Jack slipped off

Vinny, Roger and Deano,

where they sniffed

and enjoyed their favourite

Come on then,
you fucking two-bob cunts,

I'll do the lot of ya.

[fighting grunts]

But what became of poor Jack?

After years of sniffing dickie

with the morals of a pikey,

surely he would redeem himself

and find his true place

[♪ "Baggy Trousers" by Madness]

[lullaby music plays]

[♪ "Baggy Trousers" resumes]

Let's do this bunch of cunts.

[all cheer]

[yells] Come on!

[lullaby music plays]

Oi!

I thought you fucking died
on us.

[Jack]
Vinny's wife

when she caught him with a

He only sees his kids

but he's too ashamed

and says the missus has

Here you are. You've been
fuckin' spark out

since we left London.

[Jack]
Deano got

when off his nut on ketamine.

He stole a thousand pairs

and tried to sell them at

Liven yourself up,
silly bollocks,

we're nearly in Grimsby.

[Jack]
Maybe not the brightest,

Roger thought Canvey Island

and was blown away

He once flew to Helsinki,

just to experience

[♪ "Baggy Trousers" resumes]

That's better. I feel brand new.

If you wanna avoid wannabe cunts
in snide Moncler jackets

that fancy themselves
as football thugs,

over-policed stadiums,

and tickets that cost
more then a gram of dickie...

then the lower leagues
are for you.

But be warned, this sport
is only for the truly committed.

[indistinct shouting]

Fuck me, they're mob-handed.

[shouting]

Come on! Come on!

[Jack] No one run. Stay
together. Let's do these cunts.

Do not run.

[indistinct shouting]

Here we go! Come on, Grimsby.

[♪ keyboard version of
"Symphony No.9" by Beethoven]

[commentator]
Well,

Two great firms, bitter rivals

meeting in the bombed-out

And as the firms advance

it's great to see Grimsby

These flash Cockney wankers

won't know what's

Oh, that's a lovely effort

Deano's gone over

Doesn't look like VAR will be

Oh, that's terrific

Right round the fucking

That will require a few

Oh, that's a shocking display

in the CP duffle coat.

Since when was pepper spray

Stone the crows,

Jesus, these Cock-er-neys

What a screamer

That's worth a look

And there it is,

Despite the fact

and got erectile dysfunction.

Oh, my word! He's only

And that's what I call

[police sirens]

[indistinct shouting]

[Jack] It's
all fun and games.

The drinking and eating

Until one day,

you've done nothing

Everything you ever had,

have come to

[judge] Fighting at football.
Possession of cocaine.

At your age?

Don't you feel
the slightest bit embarrassed?

Dreadfully embarrassed, mate.

-Your Honour.
-Your Honour.

I swear, if he don't
send me to prison,

I'll give him a blow job.

I'm gonna give you a chance,
Jones.

I take that back. Nose job.

But you need to prove to me

why I shouldn't give you
a custodial sentence,

and you need to convince me

your liberty is worth
fighting for.

You'll be bound over
for six weeks.

Now, you stated the reason
for your violent activity

and drug use is financial
and marital difficulties.

Well, I'm gonna make it
a legal requirement

that you attend couples therapy.

As well as finding yourself
some gainful employment.

Your freedom rests
in your ability

to pull yourself together
over the next six weeks.

Your probation officer
will report to me.

Mess him around,
and it's prison for you.

Do we understand each other?

Yes.

Stage fright?

You mean you're dyslexic?

No biggie. Just ask.

[Jack] Ta.

I'll help you, if you help me.

-I'm gonna try.
-Good.

-I'm gonna try.
-It's worth taking it seriously

cos life only pities the young.

It isn't so kind to
middle-aged fuck-ups.

So what's your relationship
with drugs like?

Stronger than my marriage.

How often do you do it?

I get the odd wank at Christmas.

I meant drugs.

Oh. [chuckles]

We're still in love.

You think it's a joke?

A box-ticking exercise?
You're 45 years old.

You haven't got time to spend
the next five years inside.

You think your wife
will wait for you?

I wouldn't bet on it.

You've got six weeks
to turn your life around.

Now, do you wanna know
how probation works?

[cheering]

You lucky cunt! I thought you
was getting five. Sweet?

I was planning on having a trade
with your missus.

-Fuck off.
-How you wound up

getting bound over's beyond me.
What a touch.

-[Vinny] I'll get 'em in. Deano?
-Lager.

- [Vinny] Rog?
-Lager, Vin.

Jackie boy?

I'll just have a pear juice,
I think.

[room falls silent]

No, you won't. You'll have
a fucking lager, you weirdo.

[sniffing]

What's he say then, your PO?

-I gotta go therapy.
-What for?

Brush up on my driving skills.

Have a go on that.

-Fucking get on with it then.
-Give us it.

[Jack]
You know you loved

There was a time when she

no matter how fucking stupid.

And you wore her legs

But that was years ago.

And eventually, even those

get tired of you acting

Well, thank God
you didn't go to prison.

[JJ] Mum said she would have
run off with another man

if you went to jail, one with
money and a sense of humour.

Too right I will,
if you don't liven yourself up.

Dan, what's happening, babe?
What you having?

It's fucking light outside, Vin.
I'll have a tea.

Come on, babe, drop the act.
We're on it!

Shouldn't you be at home
with Lucy and the kids?

Nah, she's taken the kids
to that Center Parcs gaff

for the weekend.
Anyway, fuck that!

-We're celebrating.
-Celebrating what?

He's been given six weeks
to sort his fucking life out.

[laughs]

[chanting]
You're just a fucking wanker!

You're just a fucking wanker!

You're just a fucking wanker!

You're just a fucking wanker!

You're just a fucking wanker!

You're just a fucking wanker!

[Dani] Oi, dinlo. Come here.

-You scared me.
-I know, babe. Me an' all.

Fuck prison.

-Tell me you're done with it.
-Yeah, course I am.

Let's go and have a roast
with your old man.

No. I said, tell me
you're done with it.

All of it. The sniffing.
The football.

Right.
Start by emptying your pockets.

[chuckles]
What, are you Old Bill?

-Don't you trust me?
-Take a wild guess.

All right.

Here you are. Here you are.

You know I won't nag you, Jack.

But I won't suffer you either.

If I had cocaine on me,

it wouldn't be
in me fucking pocket.

What did the judge say?

Just gotta keep me nose clean.

Was he having a fucking laugh
or what? You? [sniffs]

No, but seriously though, kid,

you've got to sort yourself out,
you know that, don't ya?

I mean, look at ya.
When you married my daughter,

you took a vow
to take care of her.

But look at you now, living
in one of my gaffs rent free,

and my little Dani don't know
if her husband's coming home

in the next couple of weeks.

If she leaves you, Jack,
then so does my charity.

And how long

am I supposed to keep paying
for your son's education, eh?

Well, it weren't my idea
to send JJ to private school.

He's my blood, Jack.
Forgive me for caring.

Trying to give him a leg up,
little start in life.

I know. I appreciate it.

Ron, any chance you can get me

on one of your
scaffolding teams?

Cos I've got to prove
I'm working.

That's a young man's game, that.

I've got no room for messers.

You've got to be fit.

I just need a job.
I'll do anything.

[Ron] Yeah?

Well, start by carving
this fucking bird up.

I've got stuffing to make.

Success didn't ruin
my father-in-law.

He's always been a cunt.

[panpipes version of
"Love Is All Around" plays]

Look, Granddad.
I've got a hard-on.

[music stops]

Babe, you can't say that
at the table. OK?

I need a word. Now.

See? Private school's
doing him the world of good.

Listen.

I might have a bit of graft
for ya.

My Kenny Boy's coming home.
Needs someone to look after him.

Me look after Kenny Boy?

He's been in a health farm.

I've got a lot on my plate, Ron.

He's your wife's brother, Jack.

Half-brother.

What fucking difference
does it make, eh?

You said you wanted a job,
didn't ya?

Look, I know you're struggling,
yeah? I just wanna help.

Here's a bit of readies.

Take this to be getting on with.

Do something nice. Take him
to the fair or something.

The fair?

He's twenty-fucking-five, Ron.

We'll look like
a pair of bacons.

Come on.

When's he home anyway?

[laughs]

[Jack]
Kenny Boy was brought up

on a healthy diet

YouTube violence,

A mentally unstable

with a vicious bowl haircut

and a constant semi,

he's of the generation

while smashing her back doors

"I love ya," and robbing

is just a way of accessing

Pills, fight, wank, repeat.

Not quite the health farm
Ron had in mind.

He was thinking ice baths
and reiki.

This gaff's method is Thorazine

and repeats of

Still, as long as he's had his
volts, he'll be raring to go.

[gate buzzes open]

Kenny Boy. How are you, mate?

Sweet, mate.
I never thought I'd get out.

Gaff's full of Fraggles.
Gotta love the NHS, though.

Some fucking junior doctor's
charged me up like a Tesla.

What's the prognosis?

BPD, GAD, OCD,

PTSD, SAD and DPDD.

Apart from that, I'm fine.

Ha-ha. Only joking.
I'm just bipolar.

-Come here, Jack, I missed ya.
-[chuckles]

[♪ "Swan Lake" by Tchaikovsky]

What are you doing?
Can't be healthy.

Sweet, mate, they're organic.

Just saying, slow down.
You'll go mad.

Don't worry.
I'm already mad. [laughs]

[continues laughing]

I'm only joking.

[exhales]

I feel reem.

I do need to make a pitstop,
though.

I can't, I've got to go
to therapy with Dani.

Therapy with my sister?
Fucking hell.

Everyone knows your marriage
is already fucked, mate.

Just accept it and pull over.

It's a fucking court order,
Kenny Boy.

[♪ "Angels" by Robbie Williams]

Sweet, mate.
I'll only be a minute.

He drops off the bag,

leaving the two young gazelles
to serve up.

At the same time,
leaving them vulnerable

to leopard attack.

What the fuck
are you talking about?

Crank.

Numbed out on clozapine

Kenny Boy was about as in touch

so he reverted

[grunts]

[♪ "Angels" continues]

[Kenny Boy laughs]

The good thing

if you're game enough, is they

The bad thing about

is they'll do anything,

and I mean fucking anything,

Don't say I didn't warn you,

[♪ "Angels" continues]

[indistinct]

[clock ticks]

I'd be happy for you to take
the session for yourself, Dani.

No, I don't want to sit here

moaning about that prick
for an hour.

Why not?

You know what spins my nut?

He had so much
fucking potential.

[therapist] What about you?

It's OK.

You don't need to tell me
anything if you're not ready.

I wanted to go to art college.

He said I could draw
about as well

as Stephen Hawking, cheeky cunt.

Have you ever thought
about trying again?

Art college, I mean?

I wonder how that might feel,
to do something for yourself.

Just something to consider.

Have probation suggested
couples workshops?

I'd imagine he'd rather give
his cocaine to the homeless.

Well, they can be
really transformative.

And remember,
if he doesn't attend,

the court will hear about it.

He's a wanker, but he's trying.

[laughs]

Oh, Komodo dragon, my favourite.

Here, have that,
you pair of cunts.

[laughs]

Have your Komodo dragon.

Here you are,
here's four giraffes.

[Kenny Boy laughs]

Health farm did him
a lot of good, then!

He's fucking doolally, Rog.

I gotta make sure
he stays out of trouble.

Funny place to bring him, Jack.

Everyone's washed their hands
of him. Poor kid.

This way, I can
keep my eye on him.

Ain't you supposed to be
going to therapy?

I'm sweet, mate.

I've not had a booze or a sniff
in a week.

Proud of you, mush.

Fuck are you staring at?

I'm watching your back,
you little mug.

You look like a bacon lurking
outside a primary school.

[laughter]

[man] Fucking bacon!

Pipe down, you.

Right, I'm going khazi.
Come out the way.

-How much are you buying?
-Hold tight.

I'm not sure
that's a good idea, Ken.

Oh, fuck him, he's a fucking
boring cunt anyway.

Fuck him, he's a Jils anyway.

I know. I know.
I shouldn't be here.

But at least my mates
have got my back.

How, uh, how are you getting on
with the missus?

She's doing my fucking swede,
mate.

I told her, "Take the kids to
Center Parcs for the weekend,

I'm going Tranmere."
She goes, "Tranmere?"

"Sounds like a fucking
highly flammable fabric."

[Kenny Boy laughs]

I said, "I couldn't give
a fuck, love. I'm out."

And when I say out,
I mean
out
out.

She goes, "What about
the kids' bedtime story?"

I goes, "It'll be a good morning
story if I'm lucky."

"I'm gonna get
fucking spangled."

You all right, Jack?

You look like
you've got the horrors.

Naughty bit of orange juice,
this, Ken. Cunt.

[Kenny Boy laughs]

[Jack]
Tranmere,

that still looks like an Eastern

The poorer cousins of Liverpool,

Population of around 200,000,

most of them on smack

But still,

as Vinny is about to find out.

You can pretend
that we don't exist,

put us in England's bin
of undesirables,

but like a fatal car crash,
you can't help but watch us

from the safety
of your own vehicles.

Get on that.

Vin!

-Come on then.
-Come on then!

-You fucking want it or what?
-[shouting]

[glass breaks]

Get these fuckers! Come on!

I'm going to fucking kill you,
you cock!

You are fucking dead!

Fucking mad.

[indistinct whispering voices]

[female voice]

Please ensure you keep

And most importantly,

enjoy your stay.

Enjoy your stay?

This gaff's barely fit
for homeless smackheads.

Jack. Sniff that dickie

and there's no telling

Don't worry.
I know what I'm doing.

Do you really?

Open this can of worms

-Listen, love, I'm sweet.

Mid-40s with a belly hanging

a tiny cock and six weeks

Yeah? At least I'm not the one
stuck in a fucking toilet.

Aren't you?
[echoes]

Yeah, all right.

Things ain't going too well
for me at the moment.

Me neither.

I used to have
something about me.

I used to work in the lift

I'm just a stain on society.

No one wants my type around
anymore.

My optics are all wrong.

And no one will care
if I'm gone.

Fuck it. You're probably right.

I mean, look at the state

[sniffs]

[bird sings]

[man] Do you think he's OK?

He looks dead.

Chance'd be a fine thing.

Do you know him?

Christ. I'm sorry.
Is there anything that I can do?

Hmm. Kill him and marry me.

It was a joke, mate.

Sort of.

-Oi. Oi!
-[kicks doorframe]

-Dinlo. All right?
-What's the time, babe?

Oh, morning, darling, it's, uh,

just coming up to
you're an absolute cunt o'clock.

Fuck.

[Dani] Fuck's sake.

Probation have got me
a job interview today.

I ain't going to tell you
to change, Jack,

cos I can't bear
the disappointment.

But I can tell you

you won't be coming home
to a warm bed for much longer.

Wish me luck.

I'd sooner Harvey Weinstein
tried to fuck me.

I'm gonna make her proud.

No more dickie, no more booze,
no more fighting.

It's all behind me.

I know I can become
a productive member of society.

You just watch me go.

What can I get you?

[soft music playing]

[exhales]

[woman laughing]

So, what you been up to
before this, matey?

Bit of dickie,
couple of pingers, dab of K,

some Valium
washed down with lager.

But no brown.

So, why
Ledge
magazine, Jase?

Jack.

Sorry, matey,
I had a massive night.

I just need a job,
I don't care what I do.

Want to feign interest
in worthy causes,

overshare your life on Instagram

and vilify people
from privileged backgrounds?

I'm only joking. [laughs]

No, I've got
the perfect opening for you.

Like this brogue,

each of you sees
and feels the world...

in a unique way.

Your own interpretation.

And that's what I'm looking for.

And just a reminder
about our show coming up

where we invite friends
and family to critique our work.

I bet the idea of judgement
fills you all with dread.

Well, better get used to it.

Now, I want you to pick a theme.

Movement or love.

Interpret it however you wish.

And remember,
the toughest thing in art,

much like in life,

is to be your authentic self.

Find your voice.

Right. Ten-minute coffee break
for those of you that smoke.

Though I'm not sure
anyone does anymore.

I'm a ghost.

And why should they?

I'm just a fat cunt

with nothing to crow about

and a few convictions.

I should be ashamed,

like I'm above

-[bangs counter]
-Yo. Pain au chocolat, cuz.

-How about a please, cuz?
-How about a pain au chocolat?

Uh, tongs.

That's it.

Safe, cuz.

Fucking old boy over here
piped up.

Did he?

Yeah, he's got a bit
of an attitude, you know?

Getting a right zig

cleaning up after these
snowflake shit cunts.

Next one that gets lemon
is gonna get stretched out.

Know the feeling, mate.

So what brings you here, Jack?

Always wanted to serve
entitled children.

Oh, yeah?

-Desperation.
-Hmm!

Try six months in this gaff.

It's spinning my nut, mush.

Why do I feel
completely fucking irrelevant?

Cos you are. We both are.

There's a new world
sailing past us

and we're merely spectators.

On the government's
least-wanted list.

Not just white people, you know?
Huh?

Here y'are.

What's up, my negro?

You know what?

I ain't nobody's negro.

Here we go, look who it is.

-I am no one's fucking negro!
-[shouting]

Come on!

[shouting continues]

Right, enough! Get off him!

[panting]

[sirens wail]

I was meaning
to hand my notice in anyway.

I appreciate your help, though.

Ooh! My negro.

I'm out of here.
Before the Babylon men show up.

[twinkling sounds]

Spare some change, please, mate.

I promise I'm not on drugs.

You sure?

Well, maybe just
a little dabble.

Fill your boots.

Oh, I fucking love you!

[indistinct chatter]

I think I'll choose love,

just cos my mind goes blank
when I think about movement.

Doesn't have to be literal.
Could be a soul, a feeling.

Could mean immigration.
Movement of people.

I find that a bit obvious,
if I'm honest, Vaughn.

Just cos it's more topical
than love.

Got a class WhatsApp group

if you want
to stick yourself on it.

Just to stay connected.

Sometimes we all meet up,
go to a gallery.

Just talk rubbish.

I'm not sure you'd get me
to a gallery

but I'm good at talking rubbish.

Well...

Better get back in.

The youth will gossip.

[phone pings]

[♪ "China in Your Hand"
by T'Pau]

[barman] You all right, Jack?

Cor, fuck me. You look like
you've had a bit of agg, mate.

What you drinking? Lager?

Spirits?

Or something
with a little more oomph?

There you are.

Oh.

Get on that.

There's enough in there

to get Keith Richards
on the fucking dance floor.

Go on, take your pick.

-Oh.
-[door opens]

Bit old for CP Company,
aren't you, lad?

Oh, what, this?
It was a present.

I wouldn't buy this, mate.
I'm in me forties.

What team do you support?

I'm not into football. You?

Tranmere.

Long way from home.

Looking for someone. Was told
we might find him in here.

Eye for an eye, and all that,
innit?

This your local, lad?

Nah, I'm just grafting
round here.

-I'm from Woking.
-[laughter]

Fucking Woking, lad? That where
all the woke people are from?

[chuckles] That's hilarious.

[barman] Anyway,
thanks for the quote, mate.

If we need any new barrels,
I'll, uh... I'll get in touch.

Lovely.

-All right, what you drinking?
-Five lagers, please, mate.

Kenny Boy,
don't go near the Fox.

I'm coming round to see ya

Kenny Boy, answer the fucking
phone, for fuck's sake.

Kenny Boy!

Kenny Boy?

[Kenny Boy mutters]

What's happened?
What you done? Eh?

Kenny and Buzz,
Kenny and Buzz...

Fuckin' done? Fuck!

Buzz Aldrin on the moon.

You need to get him to
go to the moon, Kenny.

-[line rings]
-Hello, this is Jack Jones.

I'm calling on behalf
of Kenneth Mason.

He's gone
completely fucking spastic.

We don't use that term anymore.

No, I do apologise.

He's having one of
them mental episodes.

-Find where he keeps his meds.

Find the blue pills,

give him three of those.

You all right, boy? Eh?

Come here. Come here.

Come on, come here. That's...
Come here, that's it, mate.

Right, here you are. Eat these.

Here you are, come here.
That's it.

That's it, eat that. Eat 'em.

They're gonna kick in lively,
them,

Don't worry, I'm here.
That's it, there you go.

That's it.

[Kenny Boy] Jack,
what's happening to me?

[Jack] It's all right, I'm here.
It don't matter.

[Kenny Boy]
Was I out of my head again?

Kenny and Buzz. Kenny and Buzz.
Kenny and Buzz.

Don't you worry.
I'm here for you.

I ain't gonna leave ya.

-Breathe. Breathe.
-[phone buzzes]

[♪ "Miracle" by Adriatique
and WhoMadeWho]

[Roger] Jack, I love you,

but I ain't got a fucking clue
what you're talking about, mate.

He was laying on
the fucking penny having a fit

when I got round there,
the poor cunt.

-He's proper ill.
-Who?

-Kenny Boy.
-Yeah? Got a note on ya?

I only flew round there
cos the Tranmere lot,

they was up the Fox
looking for him.

He's opened up
one of their boys bad, mate.

[coughs] Fuck me, my mouth's
dryer than a nun's muff.

Hold tight,
I'm going to the john.

Deano, get your nose
in the trough, mush.

[indistinct arguing]

You? Dickie?

No, I'm sweet, boys.
I... I'm gonna slip.

You know,
I promised my old woman.

We've got, um... couples
self-help group in the morning.

Yeah? Deano's been
going to them, uh,

Narcotics Anonymous meetings,
ain't ya, mate?

Yeah.

Doing him the fucking
world of good, innit?

[laughs]

See that tricky mug over there?

Just tried tripping me up.
Fucking liberty.

Straight! Where are they from?

Look like fuckin' squaddies.

Drop 'em out, Vin.
I don't wanna get nicked.

Vin, I've already broke
me court order.

I'll go straight to the shovel,
mate.

-Fuckin' boom, Vin.
-Fuck it.

[indistinct shouting]

[snores]

Fuck's sake, Dad, wake up!

You're supposed to be
taking me to Granddad's

so I can have a McDonald's
and watch
The Exorcist

while you go to couples

-You're quiet.
-Hmm.

[music plays from JJ's game]

I didn't think
it'd come to this.

I imagined we'd spend
our weekends

-considering suicide in Ikea.
-[laughs]

[phone rings]

[Jack] Oh, for fuck's sake.

I need him like a hole
in the head at the moment.

Oh, don't tell him I'm with you,
he gets all didgey round me.

Kenny Boy. How are ya, mate?

I'm sweet now, mate.

Look, I know I'm not well

and everyone would rather
wash their hands of me,

but it really matters to me
that you're there.

I fucking mean it.

I ain't got no one else in this
world, Jack, apart from you.

Fucking no one.

So thank you, mate.

I love you, geez.

Yeah, I love you too, mate.
I love you too.

I'm proud of you, Jack.

You're the only one
who stood on for him.

My dad gave up years ago, and...

Well, I can't say anything,
can I? Cos you know...

But you...

Although I do wonder
why you won't help yourself.

Here.

Babe, I forgot to ask,
how did your job interview go?

-They fuckin' loved me.
-[chuckles]

[chuckles] How was your day?

Yeah. I went back to yoga.

My tree pose is terrible,

and my back's fucked.

I just can't seem to
get my leg over anymore.

[JJ] Sounds like Daddy.

Celery, Ron.

It's been suggested that we ween
him off of ultra-processed food.

I've got Deliveroo
turning up in a minute

with a couple of
fucking Big Macs.

No, McDonald's is sweet.

It's all that other shit you
gotta avoid. Know what I mean?

So what goes on
at this workshop then, eh?

Full of fucking rug munchers
and flids, I bet.

I'm just keeping me nut down,
Ron.

Got to shoot off,
we're gonna be late.

Yeah, yeah, sweet.

So what's the apple
with my Kenny Boy, eh?

Good as gold.

Yeah?
So what you been up to then?

I won't tell him about
the breakdown

cos I know he don't give a fuck.

Chillaxing, really.

Don't you take my kindness
for weakness, do you hear me?

I could take the roof away
from over your head

in a fucking heartbeat.

Anything happens to my Kenny
Boy... you're bang in trouble.

Got it. He's safe with me, Ron.

Chillaxing, the saucy cunt.

I think I'd probably be...
the Hulk,

cos I have, like, a real issue
expressing my anger,

and... when it does come out,
I go like metaphorically

fucking green, and just feel
wildly out of control.

Shall we give him
a round of applause?

[applause]

That is a wonderfully visceral
description of your anger, Lyle.

Well done.
We welcome your honesty.

And, Fi, would you like to
say anything to Lyle,

in the spirit of openness
and generosity?

Um... I see you, my husband.

And it's OK
to express your anger.

I'm scared...
but I'm held in this moment.

Now, as a group,
we hold this space...

as we close our eyes
and we breathe.

[group inhales deeply]

[they exhale]

Gareth.

Gareth, have you thought about
who your superhero might be?

Hm-hmm.

I feel like the Invisible Man.
[sighs]

This is what ten years in prison

with Prince Harry
would feel like.

I transferred to Edinburgh
to finish my masters,

cos I found social sciences
at Bristol overly politicised

-if I'm honest.
-I know, right?

I was doing English lit,
and in the second year,

the syllabus focused on
post-colonial reading,

and I was like, I came here
to learn Shakespeare, bro.

-And hunt chicks, of course.
-[chuckles]

What about you, Jack?

-What's that, mate?
-Where did you study?

Your lot don't bother with uni,
do they, Jack?

School of life, blood.

Anyway...
[continues indistinctly]

Dani, I want you to tell Jack
what you want from him.

[Dani chuckles]

-Don't make me laugh.
-I'm not, I swear. All right?

-Go on.
-Fuck off.

[group leader]
In your own time, Dani.

[sighs]

I want you to babysit.

I mean, I wouldn't bother
asking for anything else,

cos it'd be a waste of time.

There's no point in asking you
to be more attentive,

or... not so fucking defensive.

Stop telling me how to
run my life better, or...

show a bit of compassion
when I'm struggling.

To give a single fucking fuck

when I'm pre-menstrual
or ill or whatever.

No, I don't expect any of that
anymore.

I just want you to babysit
so I can have a night off.

Yeah.

And Jack, what do you
wanna say to Dani?

What night?

What night, what?

What night
do you want me to babysit?

Cos we've got Yeovil, so...

I think Dani meant generally,
Jack. Unless I misread that?

[scoffs]

How does that make you feel,
Dani?

Is being a massive cunt
a feeling?

I've got something else
to tell ya.

I didn't go yoga.

I went back to art college.

Well, I've got something
to tell you an' all.

I'm proud of ya.

And I won't go to football
if you don't want me to.

Fuck it. I'm done with it.

I'd, uh, like to lay down
a challenge.

I want you to consider
going back to the place

you had your first date.

[chuckles]

[group leader chuckles]

Now, it's unlikely
you'll feel the same emotions

as you did when you first met,

but trust the process
is all I ask, and...

you might be surprised.

[fire crackles]

-You can come in now.
-[door opens]

I thought I might let you
smash my back doors in.

And here's me thinking
I only married you

so you'd do me laundry.

Come and fuck me,
you fat old cunt.

-Knackered?
-Exhausted.

-Cuddle?
-Love one.

[Dani sighs gently]

[phone buzzes]

Gotta go and see a fella
from work.

Well, I guess,
if it's important.

I can't ponce off your old man
for the rest of me life, can I?

Eh?

-Love you.
-Hmm.

[door closes]

[sighs] Cunt.

[♪ "How Deep is Your Love"
by The Bee Gees]

[Jack]
Thinking the boys would

for staying sober proved to be

Instead, I was made to feel

at the Ipswich Lesbians'

No Kenny Boy?

He mentioned something about
having sushi with Buzz Aldrin.

-Lager for Vinny.
-Ta, mate.

-Lager for Deano.
-Ta, mate.

Lager for Roger. That's me.

-Pear juice for Jack.
-Sweet, Rog.

You, uh... you coming football?
We got Yeovil.

[slurps drink]

[slurping continues]

I'm gonna have a lag.

Fuck me, the geezer's
completely gone.

-It's worse than I thought.
-He's shot to bits.

-Totally weighed in.
-Absolute shit cunt.

It's embarrassing.
What are we gonna do?

Don't worry about it.

I left him a livener
in the khazi.

[Roger] Straight?
What'd you give him?

[Vinny] I taped a packet

and a couple of pills
to the toilet wall.

That'll liven the Jils up.

That's friendship for ya.

They think they're
doing you a favour,

but they forgot how you

almost wound up wanking off
bent vicars for readies,

or selling your son's
christening presents for dickie.

They're not the ones
with a prison sentence

hanging over their heads though,
are they?

[sniffs]

What's that?

I dunno.

Smells like pear juice.

Dad, is Mum having an affair?

I hope not.
What makes you say that?

She said that if ever you
pick me up from school,

it means she's either dead
or run off with another man.

-Uncle Kenny!
-[Kenny Boy] Hey.

Kenny Boy, where you been?

Working on myself.

Is this good Kenny Boy
or bad Kenny Boy?

Always good Kenny Boy.

It wants to be an' all.

♪ First day of Christmas,

♪ A partridge in a pear tree

♪ Two, four, six, eight,

♪ Three, five, seven, nine

♪ Stop the bomb

[Kenny imitates explosion,
laughs]

So glad to see you, Uncle Kenny.

Mum said you had
a mental breakdown

and went completely
fucking spastic again.

[laughs]

[♪ "Swan Lake" by Tchaikovsky]

That's your favourite airline,
Colombian Airlines,

cos this is all you order,

"I'd like to have
the dickie with dickie,

and I'd like to season it
with dickie."

[Kenny laughs]

[♪ "Walking on Sunshine"
by Katrina and the Waves]

What you doing? I said
I'd let you drive us home.

-Hold tight.
-[turns music off]

See a man about a dog.

Where's he going?

[Jack] He's going fucking
doolally is where he's going.

[Jack sighs]

All right, mate?

What's happening, cuz?
You got any food?

-What do you want, mate?
-The lot, cunt.

[man groans and yells]

[Jack] Fuckin' hell,
they're two-handed.

You stay here.
Do you understand me?

You don't move.

Dad?

-[man 2] Fuck off!
-[Kenny Boy groans]

-Prick! Fucking want some more?
-Oh, mate. Mate.

[man 2 groans]

[man 1] Come here.

[Kenny Boy] Cunts! [laughs]

He's got a fucking shooter!

He's got a fucking shooter!

[gunshots]

JJ!

[Jack] Fucking run, boy! Run!

I'm sorry. All right?
I'm sorry you had to see that.

But you got to understand
that your Uncle Kenny Boy,

he's fucking doolally,
this geezer.

What you can't do
is tell your mum.

Cos if you tell your mum,
I get aimed out.

We know what happens, don't we?

-Yeah, I'll have a new dad.
-[laughs]

That's it, we'll have a laugh
about this one day. All right?

Not a word to your mum.
Not a word, all right?

-And I'll get you a Big Mac.
-Fucking Big Mac? That's it?

All right, I'll get you
some edibles, an iPad code,

laughing gas.

I might even get you a brass.

-That was a joke.
-[distant police siren]

Good boy.

[muffled]
Managed to stay out of trouble?

You were barely in the job
five minutes...

[normal]
..before a fight broke out.

[Jack] I didn't start it.

You're 45, not 11.

And what was the reason
you didn't show up to therapy?

Running battle with Tranmere.

I had to look after
my brother-in-law.

He's got mental health issues.

It's called a court order
for a reason.

You've got two weeks
before sentencing.

Show me something, Jack,

anything that will
make me believe you.

[Jack]
You never noticed

Or maybe you just never noticed

She had so many attributes

but above all else,

which was odd seeing as her dad

and her brother was

Help me with these please, babe.

Years of taking her for granted
had eroded that passion

that burned so brightly.

All that was left was
a love triangle between me,

Dani and dickie.

But the idea of losing her
and living on my own

in a one-bedder in Penge

with just Pornhub
and Nando's for company

was about as appealing as
sitting on Gary Glitter's lap.

There y'are.

It's not lost on me,
what you're doing.

-Why, what am I doing?
-[laughs] Stop fishing.

-You know.
-You mean staying in,

babysitting,
not going to football

while you go to an art
exhibition with your mates?

You make it less special
when you spell it out.

I'm joking.

Why are you dressed
as Jeremy Corbyn?

I don't wanna look out of place.

What am I gonna do
while you're out?

What you normally do,
wank and play FIFA.

Oh, crap. I'm late.

Right, please make sure
he stays off his screens.

You hear me? No screens.

Yes.

See ya, comrade.

-You piece of shit!

Cunt!

Aim better,
you fucking piss-face.

Shut your mouth.

-You mug.
-You posh mug.

-I'm not posh.
-Private school mug.

Yes!

[sound of vacuum cleaner]

[cleaner makes grinding sound]

Fuckin' hell!

-Oi.
-Eh?

-Oi, let me go, you nonce.
-Nonce?

Stupid. Don't... You never take
your eyes off your partner.

-Oh, yeah?
-Eh?

-What's that then?
-It's a muncher.

You shut up before I put you
in the nose-bleeding zone.

Tuppence. Fat, fucking bald
tuppence cunt.

Greedy cunt.

On the dog, go on. Getcha!

Yeah, watch out before
your absolute twig arms snap.

You used to be a fuckable cunt,
now you're a fat, bald cunt.

Fucking ashamed of yourself.

It's your own fucking fault.

[laughs]

Oh, yes.

Love you, boy. I love ya.

[kisses]

[Jack]
It's not the hard times

It's not the pain

And it's not the adversity.

It's normal life

Dani, dickie. Dickie, Dani.

[chatter]

[doorbell rings]

-Hi.
-Very.

We were wondering if you were
interested in joining our party.

Fuck, yeah.

Splendid. We desperately want
your vote, and are offering

something radically different
to the others,

particularly in affordable
housing and green spaces.

Good. Now where's the party?

Oh, sorry,
you're a Labour member?

-No, I'm out of it.
-Fab.

Any chance we can
convince you to swing?

As long as you ain't got
any diseases.

Splendid. We desperately want
your vote and are offering

something radically different
to the others,

particularly in affordable
housing and green spaces.

Terrific.

Now get your Tory cunt out.

[doorbell rings]

I suppose you're gonna
offer me something

radically different
from the others,

particularly in affordable
housing and green spaces.

No, uh, we're offering
recycled toilet paper.

Oh.

Dad, can I please watch
some pansexual porn?

You're having a fucking laugh,
ain't ya? Your age?

You can watch straight porn
or nothing.

[laptop chimes]

[taps glass]

Ladies and gentlemen,
your attention, please.

It's now Libby's turn
to show you her work.

I chose movement

because immigration is something
that's really close to my heart.

I just totally think that there
are no borders in this world

and people should be able
to move freely.

And the fact that people escape
war zones to come to Britain

and are made to feel
like second-class citizens

really bothers me.

Libby, can you stop
looking at me, please?

I'm from fucking Dagenham.

[loud chatter]

[Vaughn taps glass]

Your attention, please,
everyone.

It's now Dani's turn
to show you her work.

So... I chose love, because...

-Because...
-[crashing]

-[Jack groans]
-[man] Are you all right?

-Who's fucking Vaughn? Eh?
-Fuckin' hell.

Excuse me.

-Wanker!
-[gasping]

Wanker! Wanker! Wanker!

Wanker!

Now fuck off out of here.

Roger, my old son,
I'm out me nut.

I need you
to call me on a bit of dickie,

I want a couple of
blue diamonds,

some pingers,

something to help me
on the old downwards slope.

I think you've dialled
the wrong R.

-This isn't Roger.
-Oh, fuck!

-I'm sorry, Ron.

We all make ricks, don't we?

I mean, just look at me
and my Kenny Boy.

I've not exactly been

No, no, no, Ron, I think
you done the best you could,

given the circumstances.

Truth is, Jack, I've been
way out of my depth

since the missus left me
for a younger man.

Organic butcher, as it happens.

I've just gone and buried

Underneath it all,
I feel so much... so much shame.

I mean, I know that I fucked
my Kenny Boy up with...

money

I just didn't give the boy

All he wanted... was my love.

That's all he wanted.

I think you've dialled the
wrong R. This isn't Roger.

Oh, fuck! I'm sorry, Ron.

You fucking cunt of sickness!

You've got the nerve to bell me
and ask for a bit of dickie?

I fuckin' hate you!

And if you think I'm gonna

well, you're fucking wrong!

Cos I want you to
fuck your life up.

I want you to flush it
down the khazi!

I want my fucking Dani

to see what a fucking wastrel
you are!

I want her to fucking realise
she married a fucking no-hoper,

a fucking ponce,

a fucking messer!

I'll show you messer,
you ginger cunt.

[♪ "We've Only Just Begun"
by Lynn Anderson]

♪ We've only just begun

-Oi, oi, what's happening, son?

-♪ White lace...

[♪ "Break 4 Luv" by Raze]

Fuckin' hell, mate.

Have a bang on that, mush. Yeah?

Right, listen,
Yeovil are en route,

and they reckon they're gonna
smash up our boozer.

-You fucking ready or what?
-Yeovil? I've shit these cunts.

-I've fucking shit these cunts.
-Yeah?

Fucking ready then, yeah?
Yeah?

[both] You're just
a fucking wanker!

You're just a fucking wanker!

[Vaughn] Dani!

-Dani, come on.
-No.

Dani, come on.
Oh, come and have a boogie.

-Please.
-Oh, fuck it.

-[Vaughn] Yeah!
-[cheering]

[indistinct chatter]

♪ And when the evening comes

♪ We smile

♪ So much of life ahead

♪ We'll find a place

♪ And yes, we've just be...

-[♪ "Break 4 Love" by Raze]
-[Dani] Whoo!

[voices approaching]

Yeah, so keep your fucking eyes
peeled, boys.

-You Yeovil?
-We are!

I'll do the fuckin' lot of ya.

Especially you,
you ugly, fat cunt.

[Jack groans]

[indistinct chatter]

Fuck! JJ!

JJ?

JJ?

-[woman gasps on porn video]
-Oh, fuck!

Fuck.

[heart monitor beeps]

Fuck are you doing here,
Kenny Boy?

I heard you was bang in trouble.

Wanted to make sure
you was OK.

Like you did for me.

I know I'm an albatross, Jack.

You've got enough on your plate
without having to look after me.

Truth is, you make me
look sensible.

I'm a stain on the family.
We all know it.

No one wants me around.

People go quiet
when I walk in a room.

I might be crackers,

but I can still hear
the whispers of,

"Get him the fuck away from me,"
behind my back.

The truth is...
I wouldn't want me around.

I'll tell you what, Kenny Boy.

You might think
I'm all you've got...

but the fact is,
you're all I've got.

So you ain't going nowhere,
cos without you, I'm fucked.

No, Jack,
you've still got a chance.

You've just got to go home
and make it right.

I must be fucked if I'm taking
advice from a schizophrenic.

[keys jingle]

[lock rattles]

Hmm. Classy.

-Is that me clothes?
-And your porn collection.

I know
what's more important to ya.

I booked the restaurant we had
our first date in for tonight.

Please?

I've already made other plans,
Jack.

Well, unmake 'em.

How about a sorry?

Where are you going anyway?

Art stuff.

Meet me at the restaurant.

What, for another night
of humiliation?

No. For pasta.

I don't want my boy
to grow up like you, Jack.

I'm so fucking sorry
for what I've done.

If you can find it
in your heart to forgive me,

I'll see you at the restaurant
at six bells.

[knocks at door]

[door opens]

What's happening?

How did you know I was here?

Vin, everyone knows
your wife left you years ago.

Having a party. [sniffs]

-Wanna come in?
-Nah, you're all right.

Look after this for me.

Jack, do us a favour.

Don't tell the other lot, yeah?

Please don't tell me
you want your drugs back.

Thank God for that.

Nah, mate, I've fucked it.

My wife's gonna leave me.

I've turned my son
into a lunatic.

My mates think I'm a bore.

And me father-in-law's
gonna fucking kill me.

Well, at least
you've got your freedom.

I'd help if I could, mate,

but I'm just a hopeless,
dyslexic, spark-out,

dickie-sniffing drunk.
What good am I gonna be?

[Vaughn]
Mind if I readjust you slightly?

[door opens]

These are for you, Dani.

Yeah, I'm not Dani.

Fuck's sake.
Can't even get that right.

[man] He wanted me to tell ya
he loves ya. More than Yeovil.

I'll just leave 'em here,
shall I?

[door closes]

[Jack] Before you sit down.

I've thought long and hard
about this.

There's something
I need to say, so...

I'm a cunt.

You know that's usually
just the beginning?

Are you not even gonna make
a promise to try a bit harder?

And you wonder why
I went back to art college.

With Vaughn.

He saw me, Jack.

He actually fucking saw me.

You've been avoiding me
for 15 years.

Scared of bumping into me.

Terrified of being alone
with me.

But don't worry,
it ain't just you.

I feel it too.

I wanna run away from you
an' all.

And don't kid yourself that it's
just you avoiding having sex.

You think I'm excited

at the prospect of you lying
on top of me for 90 seconds

while you speed fuck me
like a Border terrier?

Sometimes... I'd rather
just have a wank as well.

I know how you feel,
amore mio.

And I know
I ain't no size eight anymore,

and my tits are like
punctured fucking tyres,

and my idea of fun is Wordle
and I think Uggs are sexy.

But you ain't the catch
you used to be either.

I mean, sure, I was
half impressed by you

in our twenties, but don't you
think you're past the age now

where you're a hero
cos you sniff a bit of dickie

and a top geezer in the eyes
of your silly fucking mates?

But you know what?

Despite everything...
I still love ya.

I do.

I mean, yeah,
I was tempted by Vaughn,

if only to remind myself
what fucking passion felt like.

But I couldn't bear to see
the hurt on your little face.

So, yeah...
you are absolutely right.

You
are
a cunt.

But you're
my
cunt.

And that matters to me.

-Carbonara, please.
-Spaghetti or rigatoni?

Surprise me.

Look at you.

I never spoke to a straight goer
unless I was servin' 'em dickie.

Never read a book,
apart from
The Sun.

Never been to an exhibition.
We won't count yours.

I've never even
had a conversation

unless it was about
drugs or football.

I look down on people
I can't relate to.

I'm scared of mixing
outside my world.

I don't listen to anyone unless
there's something in it for me.

I judge people on their looks.

I want a prize
for doing fuck all.

I hate anyone
that disagrees with me.

And I love the sound...

of my own voice.

Fuck me,
I must bore you to tears.

And I'm not saying I'm gonna
turn into Albert Epstein.

Einstein. Epstein's the nonce.

What I will say...

is if I can stay out of prison,
I know I can change.

Hmm!

For a minute there,
I almost believed ya.

Almost is good enough for me.

[phone rings]

Jack. Jack, it's Kenny Boy.

You've gotta come
and help me, Jack.

What the fuck you looking at?

Them fucking dealers we beat up
are in the pub looking for me.

They're firm-handed.

[Jack] Calm down. I'm coming.
I'm coming now. Fuckin' hell.

[Kenny Boy]
I'm out by the khazi.

The fucking back door's locked.
You've gotta come and help me.

-How 'bout you, eh?
-[Jack]
I'm round the corner.

Bowl haircut, this tall?

[Kenny Boy]

-Get round the back door lively.

Crazy fucking look in his eye.
Have you seen him?

You've gotta come and help me.
They're gonna cop for me.

Bowl haircut. Laugh like hyaena.
You seen him?

[man] No, mate.

-You fucking sure?
-Sorry.

Be lively, Jack.

Just fucking get to
the back door!

Round the back
and prise it open.

Kenny Boy! Push,
and I'll try and open it.

-[Kenny Boy] Let me out!
-All right.

[Kenny Boy yells indistinctly]

Open the door, Jack!

Hurry up!
We've gotta get out of here!

-[laughs]
-It's not fucking funny.

I was seconds away
from getting done.

Them bods had guns on them.

I was gonna get one
right in the cannister!

I don't need this, Kenny Boy!

I'm trying to sort out
my fucking life!

[laughs]

[man] Remember me, pal?

Cunt stabbed me.

[Kenny Boy gasps]

[groans]

All right. All right,
all right, all right.

[line rings]

I need an ambulance.

Someone's been stabbed.
I'm outside the Fox.

Be quick, he's fucking dying.

Come on.
Don't fucking die, you cunt.

Don't you fucking die, you cunt.
You dare fucking die.

[Kenny Boy gasps]

All right, all right, all right.

The defendant failed to attend
his first therapy session,

Your Honour,

and also lost his job down to
a confrontation with colleagues.

However, there is cause
for optimism.

Firstly, he came to the aid
of a wounded man,

called the ambulance services.
And from their report,

I gather he certainly helped
save the young man's life.

And on top of that, he appears
to have made the effort

to find further employment,

and has a contract with a
Mr Ron Mason's scaffold team.

In summation,
I recommend the defendant

continues his probation order

so he can carry on
working on the scaffold team,

and indeed... on himself.

[phone buzzes]

[judge] Not often that this
court hears a good-news story.

I'm impressed.

Seems like your liberty is worth
fighting for after all, Jones.

Well done.

I don't intend to interfere
with your employment,

so I'm going to leave you in
the capable hands of Mr Fisher

and the probation services,

where you can hopefully impart
some of your newfound wisdom...

-[phone buzzes]
-..to the younger offenders

you will likely meet
along the way.

Good. Court adjourned.

Shame.
I was hoping you'd get a five.

[Dani chuckles]

Go on then, dinlo.

Fuck off and celebrate
with your two-bob mates.

What are you gonna do?

Nude life drawing.

Don't worry, Jack, I wouldn't
hurt you just for sport.

Funny thing, life.

You never know
how it's gonna unfold.

I mean, who would have thought
the two people

that gave me the most agg
in this world

would be the ones
that came to my rescue

when I needed it the most?

-Oi.
-So, to Kenny Boy and Ron.

Kenny Boy, may your wounds
heal quickly.

Ron, may yours last
forevermore.

As for me, I'm looking forward
to a bright future.

I'm thinking of reducing
my carbon footprint,

steady employment,
a Toyota Prius,

volunteering at the school fete,
a Flymo,

The Rest is Politics podcast,
a beanie hat,

and walking holidays in
Pembrokeshire with Mrs Jones.

Sourdough baking,
Wilderness Festival,

Jamie Oliver cookbooks,
recycled Birkenstocks,

me time, better vocabulary,
Wim Hof,

grassroots campaigning, sharing
family progress on social media,

vegan cheese,
maybe even a beard.

Just Stop Oil, hemp man bags,

subscription to
The Guardian,

a greater understanding
of diverse communities, kimchi,

and generally a little more
love and tolerance

towards my fellow man.

Anyway, it can wait till Monday.

Come on, chap, liven up,
you fucking Jils.

[chatter]

[man] Here look, boys.
They're fucking here, look.

Come on.

[shouting]

What are you doing here?!

Come on! Come on!

Come on, then!

Come on! Come on!

You fucking knobhead!

[Kenny Boy laughs]

[♪ "Swan Lake" by Tchaikovsky]