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Anyone watching, thinking we know
fuck all about knowing fuck all

about owt, needs
to watch their back...

So you've had your Labour,
reclassifying skunk,

sending prices sky-high - literally.

Literally, taking the grass
from its own roots!

And now you've got your
Con-Dem-nation...

Liberals noshing Tories
like altar boys picking dimps up!

Have we had
a national fucking stroke or what?

Is revolution a word...

or was it never?

Anybody watching needs to know,
we cope better than average

with irony in Chatsworth.

Well, for fuck's sake,
we live in Manchester

and they charge us for water?!

I wandered lonely as a clown,
necking mushrooms rarely found.

This green and pleasant land
in ancient times...

Yak-yak-yak,
yak-yak-yak, yak-yak-yak!

It's not theirs anymore.

This is our England now.

Party!

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I'm sorry.

They say that it only takes
two generations for people

to forget your name.

I thought this was bullshit until I
realised I didn't know my grandmother's,

never mind my great grandmother's.
Or my granddad's.

Two generations, and gone.

We're told you live on through
your kids, but I ain't got any,

so that's that theory fucked.

Get your tits out.

'You can live on through your deeds
and that's great,

'so long as you're discovering
penicillin.' Fuck.

'Who's going to remember me giving
a punter his best orgasm yet?

'Besides the punter, obviously.'

So for me and you,
the ordinary folk, the cannon fodder,

once we've popped our clogs,
that's it.

So the best idea would be
to spread a little happiness

while we're still
in the here and now.

Shine a little light
into the dark corner.

Make a difference.

Absolutely gone with the wind.

(BABY GURGLES)

(CLEARS THROAT)

What else was it, Frank?

Sorry, Mimi, voddy - double...

Oh.

..crisps...nuts.

Ta. And change?

I gave you 20.

Two pints, two double vodkas, crisps,
nuts. 9.60, please.

No charge for taking the piss
out of my mum.

But if you do it again, I'll take
it out on your fucking face.

Mam, what's going on with you?
Frank Gallagher with a 20?

Ches taking the piss?

I don't know
if I'm coming or fucking going.

Mimi, d'you want to get off
and have a kip - you look knackered.

Keep hold of her a minute,
I've just got to run to the bog.

And Aunty Anna was only 42.

They said two years,
she barely lasted six months.

Oh, yeah, I knew a bloke got three
years. He was on remand that long,

he was out before he was in.
Cat burglar name of Pussy Willow.

I'm not getting maudlin.
I've got things to do.

Plans to make. Less work, more play

and I'm going to try like fuck to put
a smile on your mother's face.

We'll have that place like a palace
by the time we've finished.

Little oasis for her.

Diddy Noel and lickle Liam of her
very own, like a welcome home party.

It's invitation only, Frank. Shane
wants me to do a bit of stripping.

Come if you can handle it.
But...it might get dirty.

Settled in OK?

Loving it.

All Bonnie's work.

This is fantastic.
So much done in so little time...

She's a logistical genius.

Easy for you to say.

Believe me, it isn't.

I've been on at you for years to get
this place done up.

Never listened.
Knew Bonnie would work her magic.

They used to call me
the anal girl at school.

Early starter?

On account of my organising skills.

120 a go, they were.
Nearly give me a thrombo.

Get out your box,
Lillian, dream big.

Broaden your horizons.

Plus, you'll make that back in
no time with the money

you don't need to spend on
replacing the curtains.

Dirty bastards -
been wiping their cocks on them.

We're doing a bit
of decorating for Mimi.

D'you fancy popping round,
give us a bit of advice?

I'd love to.

Typical Micky, a bit of work
to be done and he fucks off.

Where's he gone?

Team building exercise,
y'know for a few days with college.

♪ WHAM: Club Tropicana

Sooner him than me.

So, anyway, Kel.

She's been having a tough time,
so she came up with the idea

of decorating this place for Mam.

Don't sound too keen.

Chesney, the last thing I want to be
doing in my spare time is decorating.

Might be different if it
were our own place.

You do live here.

It's not like
we had much choice.

Couldn't afford a place,
council told us to fuck off.

You've got it made, Mimi's got tea
on the table every night,

ironing done...

Yes, but the price that
you pay for that

is complete lack of privacy.

It's not like you, doing what you
like, to who you like, when you like.

Have I missed the stripping?

Oh, ha-fucking-ha.

MUSIC PLAYS

Where's Mum?

Don't you ever knock?

Out with the girls.

Girls?

Girls?
From work.

There aren't any girls
at Mum's work,

there's no-one under the age of 60.

And where are you off?

Parents' evening.

In fancy dress?

Meeting up with your mum
later for a drink.

On a Wednesday?

Since when have you started
to go out on Wednesdays?

Will you piss off!

What's with the third degree?

It's usually a Friday or a Saturday.

And what about my tea?

Downstairs cupboard, open, big
green tin with "beans" on the front.

He said he was going to
a parents' evening,

but I know that there isn't
a parents' evening.

He was dressed like
he was on Pimp My Ride

and stunk like an air freshener.

What's he up to?

He's playing away.

I'm telling Mum.

And blow a golden opportunity? No.

Let him know you've rumbled him.

Put the squeeze on, sit back
and watch the rewards roll in.

I can't, it's not right.

And him banging some slapper is?

Ladies.

Typical Gallagher, only turns up
when a job's nearly finished.

Yeah, fuck off, glory boy!

I'll just go home, then...

Hey-hey-hey!

Carlos! Me old mucker!

And it's like a little thank you,
isn't it?

For putting a roof over
your heads and all that.

Exactly.

She's forgotten she kicked the whole thing off
in the first place, accused us of interfering.

Forgotten?

What, like dementia?

Runs in the family. She had a cousin
who thought he were Bono.

Had Nelson Mandela on speed dial.

Fuck've you done!?

Doing the place up.

I don't want it doing up.

See what I mean?

You'll love it, honest.

Look at the new carpet
we've got coming...

Get out.

I said get out!

All right. I think we'd better
call it a night, thanks everyone.

Thanks very much for your help.

Grub up!

Hardly appropriate attire for dinner.

Hardly the appropriate time.

It's four o'clock
in the morning, Mimi.

It's the middle of the night.

Cilla's in our bed.

You must think I'm stupid.

Mimi, what's wrong?

Nothing.

Gotta get this lot tidied.

It'll do for our tea tomorrow.

Leave it, it'll keep.

Get to bed. This needs sorting.

Then let me help...

(SHOUTS) I said get to bed!

BABY CRIES

(SOBS)

Go on, then. Dig in.

I don't actually think I'm
worthy to sit at your table.

Don't go all biblical on me, son.

I'm just a dead weight.
Human luggage.

I'm neither use nor ornament.

You're my flesh and blood.
You might have the intellectual

capacity of an amoeba,
but you've a heart of gold.

And what mother wouldn't love you?

After all I've done?
The pain I've caused?

You're too like your
dad for your own good.

No-one knows better than Jamie.

That'll be your downfall -
your arrogance. Your vanity.

You're too good to me.

I know. There's even a space in my
heart for you, you mad fucking slut.

Even though I tried to thieve your
home from under your nose?

Thrown back every ounce of love
you've ever shown back in your face?

You have embarrassed the fuck out

of me by not being able
to father a child of your own.

You look like a tramp, you smell
like a night on a wet riverbank

and you're married to a woman who
sells her fanny for less than

the price of a Variety Bucket
of KFC.

But I still love you.
That's just the woman I am.

Now, this chicken
won't carve itself.

Room for a little 'un?

No. No. NO!

Oh, no!

Then I'm going to have
to insist on payment in kind.

Well, if your husband's out,
I'll come round soon as

and sort your pipes out, Mrs Smith.
I'll see you shortly.

You were right.

The old bastard's shagging
some slapper called Mrs Smith.

Just keep your eye on
the big picture.

The big picture's my family
falling apart and it's all his fault.

So start small, say 20,

pile on the pressure over a few
weeks and work up to an iPad.

Make him pay.

Aaargh!

This is the devil's work.

Who are you calling?

Fuckin' Ghostbusters,
who do you think?

Father McKenzie...

the place needs to be exorcised.

Fuck's sake, Mimi!

(SHE HANGS UP)

KNOCK AT DOOR

Dark forces are at work here.

KNOCKING AGAIN

What the fuck?

Get the door, will you?

The house is haunted, possessed.

Hi, lads. Anywhere in there.

What if it was built over
a loony bin? An orphanage?

A Red Indian burial site!?

Mimi! Mimi!

When was the last time you slept?

Tuesday.

You've gone two whole
nights without sleep?

Last Tuesday.

What have you done
to my fucking house?

It's part of the makeover.
We talked about it, remember?

I've got to get to work.
She needs help. Get her some.

Come on, Mam, do us a favour.

Go upstairs, get yourself
changed, take Cilla out for a walk.

Fresh air might do you good.

When you get back everything'll
be back to normal. All right?

I've sewn name tags
into all our work gear.

Good idea.

Stockings, suspenders, strap-ons.
It'll save time and mix-ups.

Oh, and thanks for the other night.
I had a great time.

You made me feel really welcome.

It's nice to see you away from work.

If you need me to cover your shifts,
the place up, give us a shout.

You don't mind baby-sitting Lillian?

I really like her.

Sooner you than me.

Thanks. I might take you up on that.

Are you done yet, Chief Inspector?

No, no, no, no...
Keep going, keep going.

(WHISPERING)
This normally finishes him off.

SQUELCHING

Oooh! Oh! Ah!

BABY CRIES

Oh, for fuck's sake!

It's getting that way
I don't want to be there.

Me own house.

My fucking house, not theirs.

Like a stranger.
It's like I'm the lodger!

Yeah, it looks great.
Bit of a disaster with Mam, though...

she's fucked off out and left me
holding the baby again.

(GASPS)

Shit, you all right?

That was just a little bit too hot.

Just try and get her to sleep
and crack on, OK?

Laters.

It's looking good, isn't it?

Oh, I like my pelt au naturel.
I did have it shaved once,

but my Brendan said it was like
shagging a welcome mat.

Lillian...dry gag.

You don't want to give your boyfriend a treat?
You're not too old.

I'm too old for boyfriends.

Don't be daft, you're in your prime!

They're too old for me.

I like the element of surprise
a younger man can bring.

Creeping up and being slotted one
when you're least expecting it.

I was once taken bending down
tying my laces.

The best thing about the young 'uns is,
they're ready again in ten minutes.

Now, my Brendan
needed a fortnight's notice.

In writing.

(GASPS)

DOOR OPENS AND SHUTS

You're home early.

Music teacher's sick.

You might fool Mum,
but you don't fool me.

What?
I know.

Know what?

I know.

What are you talking about?

Your dirty little secret.
I saw you on the phone.

It was a one-off, I was stressed.

20.

What?

Or Mum hears the lot,
and it won't be pretty.

DOOR OPENS AND SHUTS

Hiya!

Bit of extra pocket money!

Isn't it a bit extravagant?

The old one's knackered,
so you've been going to

the bag-wash every week.
Three loads, wash and dry? So...

20 a trip, minimum.
What's that over a year?

1,400.

Fuck me!

Profit's going down the plughole.

This is your business -
you need it working

for you, not the other way round.

DOORBELL RINGS

How's it feeling?

Hot. And not in a good way.

Sorry. My fault.
I'll make it up to you some time.

Your 12 o'clock's in.

Make it up to me now. I really want
to spend more time at home and...

Oh, go on, then.

Mr Etheridge, this is Bonnie.

She's new. And I mean new.

Where's Cilla?

Bed.

How come you're still on this?
It's hardly rocket science!

Because the last leg won't go on.

The special bolt needed
to attach it is missing.

We'll take it back, then.

I phoned, we bought the last one -
they've got no spare parts.

Get a refund.

They don't do refunds.

200 notes for a three-legged table.

Only us, eh?

Hard day at the office, dear?

Hurray for Hollywood.

Ooh, shaven haven!

Punters love it. Crabs hate it.
No hiding place, according to Bonnie. Approve?

I'd sooner have a bit of grass
on the pitch, know what I mean?

Jesus, Shane.

You look like you've been whipped!

I feel as sick as a dog.
Light-headed.

It's definitely got worse.

You need to see a doctor.

We were about to call out
a search party.

She OK?

Tired.

Cunts! You've moved everything!

Didn't you tell her? >

Tell her what?
That you're messing with her head,

and telling everyone she's mad
so you can have her carted off

to the fuckin' nuthouse
and out your way for good?

No... That we moved the knives
and forks to a different drawer.

Somebody's having a good time.

BANGING AND PANTING

Never had a multiple. You?

Just one.
Made me feel sick like the waltzers.

Oh, it's nice
to have a bit of company.

You've got friends,
you're close to Kelly.

Oh, she's always busy these days.

She's got Shane, I suppose.

She's bound to put him first.

But you go the pub and see people.

And then I come home alone.

I don't know what I did with
myself before you moved in.

Feels like a new beginning.
Another chance at happiness.

I'm not a muff-diver, by the way.

Don't be daft, I know.

It's just nice having a bit
of company, isn't it, Mum?

Yeah, yeah. It is.

This your Rodney?

Mmm.

Mmm.
He looks nice.

You're just being polite,
he looks a twat.

And he looks a twat
because he is a twat.

Let's see what's on the telly.

All that money and effort spent
fixing the place up, and look at it.

I'll, er...

I'll get Chesney and Carl
to give us a hand...

have it sorted in no time.

Stop worrying, will ya?

Just wanted it nice for your mam.

It will be.

(WHEEZES)

You OK?

(WHEEZES SEVERELY)

Shit!

No! No!

What is it? What's wrong?

What is it? What's wrong?
Help me! It's Cilla!

Doctor said there are two other

people in here with the same thing.
Carpet fitters.

The carpet's made them sick?

Impregnated with chemicals
to make it easy to clean.

It was over-treated and rejected, so
shop had carpet they couldn't sell.

Till they saw you coming.

You nearly killed my baby.

Don't be stupid!

You brought that carpet
into my house.

We had no idea it was...

It's all down to you!

Cos my baby's in intensive care
and Shane's fucking not!

Mimi, they're both...

Liar! Liar!

If you're looking
for someone to blame,

if you hadn't taken a bag of spuds
to the park instead of your daughter,

maybe this'd be
playing out differently...

maybe it'd just be Shane
lying in a hospital bed.

Or is that what you would've wanted?

Yes.

Yes, it is.

I may not look it,
but I'm due for retirement soon.

You'll never retire.

Give it another year
and I'm calling it a day.

What about the business?
Hand it over to Rodney?

He'd have the place
closed down within a week.

He'd either be dead or back inside.

You should think about asking Kelly.

You know, like a manager,
but make sure you're looked after.

She'd do a great job
and you'd get peace of mind.

I want my eggs sunny side up.

You? Making breakfast?

Don't act so surprised.

I'm fucking floored.

Dad's taking me into town later
to buy me some new trainers.

I'm not.

You are. You promised, remember?

I promised you breakfast.

What's going on?

You're right.

Thanks for reminding me, babes.

A treat for doing well in school.
I did promise.

I don't fancy this any more.

Think I might have
some cereal instead.

Well, if you won't!

Corn flakes.

Waiting!

You OK?

Never better.

Managed to pull Micky out of
a bonding session to let him know.

Why don't we find a doctor,

see if they can give you something
to help you get some rest?

Knock me out, you mean?

My face has got to be the first
Cilla sees when she wakes up.

Why don't you go and
get us some coffees?

MOBILE RINGS >

Lillian.

Will I get used to it?

What?

Feeling like this?
Being mad.

One in four people in this
country are mentally unstable.

Who are your three
closest relatives?

Jamie, Micky and Shane.

They seem OK.
You're probably the one.

I know mad when I see it.

And you are not it.

You're tired, Mimi.

You're overwhelmed.

And I've gotta say it can't be easy
bringing a little one up

when you thought
you'd put that behind you.

She was my new start, Karen.
My new beginning.

That's what I keep telling myself.

I just want to do right by her.

And I can't. Christ knows,
I've tried, but I can't.

Hey, don't talk like that.

If anything happens to her.

It's all down to me. All of it.

I've searched me conscience.
And searched me heart.

And I swear down, I don't know what
I've done to deserve this.

GUNSHOT

Oh, father, who art in heaven...

Oh!

I mean, apart from
the obvious, like...

Oh, will you shut your
fuckin' moaning.

You ought to be ashamed of yourself!

For what?

Swearing like a tuppeny whore.
You're Mary, the mother of Christ.

Mandy...

The mother of little Joe.

After that ginger gobshite?

You're dead and you're
still sweet on him? How? Why?

We're still kind of
seeing each other.

Back to you, what's going on?

Hang on, what are you doing here?

You're not after taking my Cilla
to the other side,

escorting her to the bosom of Jesus.

Mum, I'm not here to take Cilla!

I'm here to try and sort you.

I'm at me wit's end.
Micky's buggered off, and...

Jamie's got that much to sort with
him and Karen, he's no use to me.

And Shane and Kelly are hell bent
on seeing me homeless!

Shane and Kelly?

Redecorating, chucking me furniture.

In a few months' time there'll be
no sign I was ever there at all.

They're erasing me. They want me out!

They want you in. That's why they're
doing it, you dozy mare.

To make the place nicer for you.

They're finishing off the job
you can't.

There are people
taking advantage, Mum,

but not your own flesh and blood.

You just can't see it!

I see everything.

I'm omnipresent.

I thought that was just God?

He decided we all should be.
One of the perks.

You need to sort this, Mum.
Get your house in order.

I know someone's pulling a fast one,
and I know who!

You're wrong.

I know.

I know.
You're wrong.

I'm not. You are.

No, you are.

I'm fuckin' not.

Fuckin' are!

Am so fuckin' not!

Oh, get fucked!

Oi!

If that's the insurance company,
you can forget it.

You won't be cashing
in on me just yet.

Bang goes the dream holiday, then.

You really had me going there.

Nah, constitution of an ox, me.

In't that right, Mam?

She's upset. Don't take much notice.

How dare you walk away?
He's your son!

My son who wants me dead.

Everything we've done,
and it's been a fucking disaster

from start to finish.
It's not just for me and Shane.

It's for all of us.
For you, Cilla, Micky.

It's for the family.

He loves you, Mimi. You're his mum.

He needs you.

I want the pair of yous out my house.

You're not welcome.

Do you wanna sign Shane and Cilla's
get well card?

What's wrong?

My bracelet. I left it over there on
the dressing table and it's vanished.

Was it a punter?

I don't know. It was my mum's.
Lost her last year.

Was she sick?

Sick of living.

Stepped in front of a train.

She gave it to me the day before
and I knew something wasn't right.

But I was all, "Oh, thanks, Mum."

I still blame myself.

You mustn't do that.

Did you talk to anyone after?
Your dad? I haven't seen him in years.

I'll talk to the girls.

No, Lillian, please don't.

I don't want any fuss.

Promise you won't.

Mam, it's all right.

Cilla's gonna be fine.

Mimi?
Mimi?

Look. There's one of your kids
out there needs you.

Well, more than one, but there's one
who's relying on you.

Fuck, Mimi!

She's been sick and she's scared
and there's only one person can

make her feel better, and
unfortunately for her, that's you.

So whatever it is you're on
or going through, drop the fucker

and get your arse out there
and see to your daughter!

I wanted her dead.

What kind of warped fuck am I

where I want my own flesh and blood
not to make it?

But the thought of letting go,

of not being responsible for
the first time in over 30 years.

Of not being just someone's
mum any more, but being me.

Do you know how
much I just wanna be me?

She deserves better than that.

She's beautiful
and everything I'm not.

She needs someone better than me.

I'm not good enough, Kelly.

Well, you didn't do
such a bad job with Shane, Mimi.

Found it. In her room!

No, Lillian, I lent it to her.

Remember, Trix?

You asked if you could borrow
my bracelet and I said yes.

I completely forgot.

You're lying to me, aren't you?

Bonnie, love, you can't let
people like Trixie take the piss.

Come here.

You're all heart,
that's your trouble.

Hello, Cilla.

Hello, yeah.

Take her?

Y'all right, then.

I'm sorry. So sorry.

You know what?

I'm actually glad she threw us out.

Sometimes you need that kick up
the arse to make you go see what's

really important,
what you really want.

Well...

need.

And you know what?

This is it.

This is it.

Me and you.

Auntie Anna dying taught me that.

This is it.

Mr and Mrs.

Mr and Mrs.

DOG BARKS

You weren't even gonna say goodbye?

I can't stay, much as I'd love to.

After that thing
with the bracelet,

the other girls
have turned against me.

Nothing. I try and talk
to them and they blank me.

Then I see them whispering.
It's just...

I can't stay where I'm not wanted.

I'll have a word.

I don't blame them. I come in here
and everything starts changing.

Suddenly you and me
are best friends.

It's obvious they're going to resent me.
It's just after all that stuff with my mum,

I think I saw you
as a replacement for her.

I'm in a vulnerable place right now.

I'll look after you, then.

It's not fair on you.

Bye.And thank you, for everything.

I need you!

And I think you need me.
Not in a lezzie way,

and I've never been a fan of muff.
Tried it once, it gave me lockjaw.

So why can't we have each other?

Be friends? Family, even?

Come home, please.

I want a bottle of vodka.

And I want a voice like James Brown.

I'll tell mum your little secret.

(SIGHS) Have you any idea
how hurtful this is?

How distasteful?

Cider or nothing, OK?

I'll be ten minutes.

D'you know what?

No. You can't have it.

I'll tell her.

Then tell her.
It'll be embarrassing,

you'll put us in a position
we don't want to be in,

but if you want to risk
all that then tell her.

Tell her what?

Dad's been...

I'll tell her.

Pot the pink!

And that's it.

It's not pretty, I'm not proud.

That's what I did,
and I'm sorry. Happy now?

That's not what I meant,
you dirty bastard!

Watch your mouth!

He's having an affair.

What?!

Other night, all dressed up
to meet some skank.

Tried to say he was going
to a parents' evening.

♪ Baby, please don't do that. ♪

You've got it wrong.

I heard you on the phone
talking filth, you can't deny it!

I know her name - Mrs Smith.

Hang on a minute.

I'm Mrs Smith.

What?!

♪ Now that I'm here

♪ No more... ♪

Now and then,

to spice things up,
your dad and I pretend...

pretend we're someone else.

It's a game, Letitia.

I don't know what's wrong with it,
it's just...dripping.

It's...very...wet.

It needs fixing, but I'm skint.

Then I'm gonna have
to insist on payment in kind.

A grown-up game.

Consenting adults.

Sniffing my knickers? >

Dirty twat!

You were asleep.

All night.

Amazing, isn't it?

Is she all right?

She's perfect.

No fuckin' thanks to you,
you selfish bastard,

pissing off with your mates
when she needed you.

But....

♪ Boys, boys, boys
I'm looking for a good time. ♪

How's your penis colado?

Never mind "but" - get home
and get the place tidied.

They've said we can
take her home today

and I want everything just right.

And Micky...

I want all the locks changing.
Front and back.

All the keys to me.

Ah, good to have you back.

Did you change the locks?

Haven't had chance yet.

'That's why they're doing it, you dozy
mare - to make the place nicer for you.'

Don't.

Few bridges to build, haven't I?

♪ I can't seem
to face up to the facts... ♪

Excuse me?

Yes, love?

Are you the manager?

I am.

You need to reassess

your refunds policy!

♪ Psycho killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est? ♪

Voddie, crisps, I gave you 20.

Nice to see you, Frank.

♪ ..Oh, oh

♪ Psycho killer

♪ Qu'est-ce que c'est?
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far... ♪

Get it in without a mark and we'll
throw in a complimentary handjob.

How the fuck did you talk Lillian
into forking out for that?

It's an investment.

In what? Skin cancer?

Punters'll pay extra
for a healthy-looking girl. >

Pasty and fat they can get at home.

It's gotta be what, two grand?

Three and a half.

Fuck me, what next?!

A website, punters book online.

Double your trade overnight
with the right web designer.

I hate to break it to you, but
this is not Spearmint fuckin' Rhino.

Just leave the thinking
to me and Lillian, yeah?

Where is she?
Where's Lillian?

Out on business.

What kind of business?

Her own.

OK.

What man-made object built
over 2,000 years ago

is said to be visible from space?

The Trafford Centre!

S'one hell of a bronzy for a few
days' team building in the sticks.

Er, yeah, it's out of a bottle.
It'll wash off in a few days.

Was it hard, though?

♪ I'm sure you will find
many ways to have a good time... ♪

Go on, get it all in. Ooh!

Pretty much all the time.
They had us up all hours.

What liquid is also known as H2O?

By the way, we're sorted. Jamie
says we can crash here for a bit.

And what was Hitler's first name?

Heil!

SOME LAUGHTER

Chocka tonight.

I just wanted to apologise
for earlier,

you know, when the men were
delivering the tanning beds?

I was stressed out really bad.
I think I was a bit off with you.

A bit?

Trixie told me about the bracelet.

Yeah, it was a misunderstanding.
It's all sorted now.

Not really, cos she reckons
she'd never seen it

before Lillian started
waving it in her face.

She never asked to borrow it,
and defo never stole it.

I'm not a liar!

Neither's Trixie.
And she's not a thief.

You know what?
It really is none of my business

as long as Lillian's happy.

Oh, she is.

Who wrote Robinson Crusoe?

What did Sir Walter Raleigh bring
back to England from the New World?

The bike!

Lillian, will you shut the fuck up?!

Little Miss Sunshine over there,
joined at the hip with Lillian.

I thought you were letting go?
Living your life?

There's something up there, Shane.

Look, Lillian's run
that place for donkeys.

She's survived two recessions,
fought off police, nutters in rubber,

her husband getting shot and a son with all the
charm and appeal of a young Charles Manson.

Bonnie, I think she can handle.

And your last question
this round is...

Look, we just grab
our stuff and go, yeah?

Come in.
But first...

close your eyes.

Open them now.

Karen told me the way to inner peace
was to finish what you started.

So I looked around me house to see the
things I'd started, but hadn't finished.

As well as this room, I finished a
bottle of wine, a bottle of Baileys,

a tub of ice cream, a packet of
Penguins, the last of the Prozac,

the rest of the cheesecake,
and a box of Black Magic.

Can't tell you how good I feel!

Will you stay?

Course we will.

But there are rules, OK?

My rules.

'And sometimes, when you
get it right, it works.

'Extend the hand of friendship -
might get it slapped now and again,

'but keep on putting it out there...

'..and one day, someone'll take it.
And you can make that difference.

'And, who knows, in years to come,
you might prove that theory wrong.

'Everyone will remember your name -
not cos you were just there, but

'because you shone a little light,
filled a hole, made a difference.'

Is that it?

That's it.

All legal.

Yep.

I can't believe that's it.

You're a bit too old for adoption,
but a legal name change,

that's a step in the right direction.

Welcome to the family, Bonnie Tyler.

Thanks, Mum!

I've got better things to do than
watch you earn minimum wage.

You know nothing about me.
Ditto.

I've got so much love to give.
I just need someone to give it to.

I want that thing out!

Got a couple of cars need your
Midas touch over the next few days.

How am I going to drive for Jamie
tomorrow? You'll have to.

Brake, now!

TYRES SCREECH

Something missing
off our washing line.

What?

My knickers! There's
a sexual deviant on the loose!

Throw a rock round here,
you'd hit a dozen.

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