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MUSIC: 'I Got Friends' by Warmduscher

LIFT BELL DINGS

There you go.

That's been flushed, cut, cured. It's ready to smoke, that.

How much have you got? Shitloads of the stuff.

The unit's full to bursting. We're harvesting it all now.

Here, I've got you a sample there.

Do I look like a man who smokes weed?

I dunno. What does a man who smokes weed look like?

You.

The last time I smoked a joint...

..I was wearing short trousers. Yeah?

Summer, was it, eh?

A sunny day? HE CHUCKLES

HE COUGHS Yeah?

Yeah, go easy on it, though, cos it's strong.

I'm fine. Smashed out of my head, know what I mean?

Sell it.

Sell it? All of it.

No, I can't sell... Cos I'm the local weed dealer.

I only know a few people.

I invested.

Now I need a return.

All right.

Are you all right?

HE SIGHS

You're just gonna have to ride it out, man.

Ten, 20 minutes.

You need, like, a cold surface.

And, like, a Crunchie or a...

# The best things in life Are free... #

What are you doing this weekend? Going to that festival. Chillfest.

Amazing. Who's playing? No idea.

I'm just going to get slaughtered in a field.

A festival? A festival.

A festival? A festival, yeah.

As in? As in a festival, you bellends.

Are you out of your mind? Just think about it.

It's the perfect solution.

We've got a shitload of weed to get rid of here.

What's better than a field literally full of pot‐heads?

We don't have a field. Or any bands. Or any toilets.

We'll get a field, we'll get a band and we'll...

..get some toilets.

I think that's a great idea. I love getting twatted in a field.

What are you doing? Well, that's me, raving.

Is that how you rave? Yeah.

Jesus, it looks like a fucking seizure.

Wait... There's an easier way.

Yeah? Being? B‐B‐Budapest.

Fucking Budapest...?

Go on. Yeah.

M‐M‐Massive weed shortage.

They can't get their hands on it.

Who's told you that? My chiropodist, Kelvin.

The fucking mind boggles.

Fuck me gently.

I've got it. The bloke with the jowls.

The fat...

The fat‐face jowls. Remember?

He's got a lock‐up, six doors down from the weed grow.

A Welsh lad, yes?

Yes.

Got it, yeah.

We were waiting for you lot one day and this guy pulls up.

Personalised reg, gold on every finger and he says...

Are you lost?

Can I help?

I mean, he is fucking full of it.

A right fucking show‐off. What's his name?

Styles. Styles, that's it. Cos he says...

Styles by name, Styles by nature.

Bellend. You're not wrong, yeah.

Anyway, he's bragging about his business, tells us he's into...

Beer festivals. Foodie Fridays.

Where there's nosh, there's dosh.

I started out in the Eisteddfods, but, I mean...

..I outgrew Wales.

He shows us inside.

We're talking beer tents, beer pumps, the works.

Fair do's, it were impressive. He took a shine to Erin.

And what's your name?

Erin.

HE SPEAKS WELSH

Beautiful name.

Comes from the word Eros, meaning love.

Does it? You're a lucky man, Tommo.

You've got a beautiful woman.

Well, unless, this is...

No, no, no. Neither of them, actually.

Most I've had's a drunken lick.

Er, not with me, you haven't.

Yeah, I don't remember that.

To be honest, I don't know why I said that. I was showing off.

Oh, well, this is perfect, then, innit?

Let's just rip this knobhead off. That's half the festival sorted.

Yeah, he absolutely deserves it.

Yes, yes. Yes. But there's, er...

..one tiny little problem.

Have a gander.

Eagle eyes. You wanna get this.

Anyone breaks in, it sends a message straight to your iPhone.

Look.

999, Dibble coming running.

HE CHUCKLES I know.

There we have it. We need his phone firmly turned off.

We need him very, very...

..distracted.

Nah, you... You are kidding me.

No, she's not doing that.

Dylan, I can speak for myself.

All right, I'll do it.

But I'm not doing anything until we've got a venue.

A festival? Here?

Yeah. Fucking Tilly and Tarquin.

The fucking bank of mum and dad.

Never done a proper day's work in their lives.

With their oversized sunglasses and their fucking designer wellies!

POSH VOICE: "Oh, let's bring down the government.

"Let all the immigrants in.

"Why can't we all live in peace and harmony?"

Because we fucking can't!

And no amount of flowers

that you put in your fucking middle‐class, hennaed fucking hair

is gonna change that!

"Would anybody like a disco biscuit?"

HE MIMICS TECHNO MUSIC

Fuck off!

MUSIC: 'Green Onions' by Booker T And The MGs

Ta‐da!

Flatbed truck. JCB. You're a legend, man.

Where've you got these from, you? My mate, Demolition Dave.

Does he work in demolition? Yeah.

And his name's Dave.

Listen, we need to get down there.

As soon as we get the call from Erin, it's on, all right?

Grand, yeah.

Cardi, come here.

Do you know what you're doing?

Yeah, I circle the block, eyes and ears.

That's right. What else?

Oh, er, don't put it in turbo boost.

Don't put it in turbo boost.

Cardi, if you see anyone, you call me. Yeah.

Fucking hell.

Erin. Hi.

HE SPEAKS WELSH

Angel. Oh!

Even more stunning than I remember. Aw, Stef.

You're looking good.

HE SCOFFS This old thing?

So, here we are.

The owner is a very close personal friend of mine.

He'll look after us this evening.

I know. Come in. Come in. Come inside.

Oh, a gentleman. HE CHUCKLES

PHONE RINGS Right, this could be her, this.

Hello? Vin, it's Vanessa.

Oh!

I‐I‐I'm in a tunnel, Vanessa.

I'll have to call you back in a bit. It's bad reception, love.

Who's that? It's my dad's girlfriend.

Enabler. Whatever you wanna call her.

She'll be after money.

To wonderful company. Iechyd da.

Cheers?

Cheers. SHE CHUCKLES

Oooh.

Oh, that's like...

Like bathing your tongue in the juices of a Princess.

Metaphorical.

Yeah.

Of course.

Now...

..I'm gonna turn this off.

I don't know about you, Stef, but I hate phones being on in restaurants.

My sentiments exactly.

I just think it's really important for us to...

..stay in the zone, you know, not be distracted.

Mine's already off, my dear.

OK.

SHE LAUGHS Cheers.

Cheers. HE CHUCKLES

# MUSIC: 'Ghost Town' by The Specials

Right, get going. But whatever you do, don't hang about, right? Bye.

# Do you remember the good old days Before the ghost town?

What the fuck are these three... three tanks?

Why's he got three tanks? Did you mean 6B?

Cos this is six. 6B's next door. Could be.

How the fuck can you not remember, man?

Why would I remember? It were weeks... Get out of me face.

6. 6B. Just call it 6 and 7.

PHONE RINGS Shit.

Fuck off, Vanessa.

Right. Oi. Oi!

Go and get your JCB. We're gonna smash through that wall.

Through that wall?

# This town # Town... #

Ah, fuck!

C‐C‐Come quick.

There's a m‐m‐man with a m‐m‐m...

Machete? No, no, a m‐m‐m...

Machine gun? No, a m‐m‐m...

S‐S‐Snake!

Cardi? C‐C‐Cops.

You have to hurry. Where the fuck...? Where are they?

I'm leading 'em away. I told 'em I'd seen a snake man.

What do you mean, a snake man? A man with a snake! Hurry up!

Fucking snake man. Do you know what I mean?

What's he doing, him?

Hey, whoa, whoa. Oi! Oi!

What the fuck are you doing?

Does it look like I'm fucking stalling?

Yeah, it looks like you're having it caj, dude.

Sparking fags. What do you think this is, Miami Vice?

Get the fuck off. What are you supposed to be, decoration?

Come the fuck on.

Ohh!

Oh, yes.

Oh, Erin.

Oh.

Oh. Oh!

Oh, shit!

Oh, please don't be broken.

PHONE TRILLS

Fuck!

Shit!

Fuck! Shit! Shit! Shit!

Just here.

He was down here.

The snake man. He's down there. What shall we do him for?

Anything you like.

SIREN BLARES Whoa! Whoa!

What are you doing that for?

SIREN BLARES

Go on, JJ.

DIGGER'S REVERSING ALARM BLEEPS

Fuck.

Are you all right? Yeah.

Thank fuck for that..

Oh, shit.

All right, boys.

Let's steal some stuff. Urgh!

Hey! I'm being robbed!

Bloody robbed!

You're joking. No, I'm not.

LINE RINGS

Police!

Look, yes, I'm being robbed. Right this minute.

I've seen 'em on CCTV. They're in my premises and they're robbing me.

Shit. Stefan.

Stefan.

No, not Steve. Stefan. It's Welsh.

Just hurry the fuck up. Just grab anything you can.

We should go, we've got enough.

Can I have this? What do you want that for?

I really like it. Just take it. Fuck.

PHONE RINGS Fuck off, Vanessa. Jesus Christ.

PHONE RINGS

Erin?

He knows, Vin. He knows.

He's calling the police.

All right. All right. We need to leave right now.

We need to leave. JJ, come on, come on!

In the JCB!

Come on, we need to go now, boys.

MUSIC: 'Police' by RASCALTON

SIRENS BLARE Bloody hell! Jesus!

I don't know why your nicking me

when there's a fucking snake man on t'loose.

Jesus Christ!

It's about as comfy as a Ryanair flight, this is.

Fucking... Slow down!

Fuck! No, no, no!

Dude, you really want that, then, don't you?

It reminds me of happier times.

Fuck...me!

Erin, do you want a lift? Nah, you're all right, ta.

He's still cut up, you know, Jake. Yeah, I know.

I can't chat, I've got a... Erin!

My goddess, wait! Shit!

Can you take me home? Yeah, yeah.

TYRES SCREECH

Vanessa, look, whatever it is, I don't care. I don't give a shit.

It's your dad Vin. I don't care, Vanessa!

For fuck's sake.

Dude, will you slow the fuck down?

The pigs won't be far behind!

Oh, shit! That's not good. No. No.

No, no, no, no, no!

Bollocks! CAR HORN BLARES

Don't you fucking...

Argh!

Shit! Oh, my God. SHOP ALARM BLARES

Shit... Shit.

Right, will you stop gawping, Ash? Put your fucking foot down!

PHONE RINGS For fuck's sake.

What?

It's your dad, Vin.

I think he's killed himself.

I told him it were over, but he wouldn't have it.

He kept turning up at my house, making all sorts of threats.

And then tonight he calls me and he tells me he's gonna kill himself.

And then he hangs up and I've called and called but there's no reply.

What if he's...?

SHE SOBS

Dad?

Dad...?

Oh, Dad...?

It's all right. Come here.

Oh, Vinnie.

I still love her.

It's all right, sshh...

Are you OK? Just call the police.

Wh‐Wh‐What?

Sugar, just call the police.

One wallet.

One boiled egg, cracked.

One 50%‐off voucher for Pita Pata kebab shop.

One troll.

And, erm...

..three Choco Bars.

All correct?

D‐D‐Didn't I have a D‐D‐Double D‐D‐Decker?

No.

Fucking arseholes!

See you later.

New car, Vincent?

Very retro.

All I could get last minute.

What are you wearing, man?

What? That get‐up.

It's what I wear at home. But you're not at home now,

you're in t'bloody woods.

Yeah, well, you said it was an emergency.

It's not so urgent, you couldn't just put some pants on?

I've got some pants on. Have you fuck.

Is that a rabbit? Yeah.

Aw, look at him. Hello!

He's lovely. Never mind the rabbit.

Have you got boxers on under there? Of course I've got boxers on.

Well, show me, then.

All right.

You.. Fuck me. HE LAUGHS

Hey, no. Hey!

Look at that. Commando in the woods is how we're meant to live, Vincent.

It's tiny. You should be ashamed of yourself.

He's in a bad way, Vin.

His liver's dangerously enlarged, his heart beat's way up,

his blood pressure's low.

If he keeps drinking, he's...

Well, he'll be dead in a few days. Fuck!

Oh, fuck, he's gonna end up killing himself. He has to drink every day.

It's the only way he can cope. He's an addict.

Well, rehab clinic?

They're expensive. How much will that cost?

There's a pretty good facility quite near here.

I know the woman who runs it.

Melanie.

Fucking incredible.

Oh, now, fuck... Now, no... What?

No, man. What?

Not cool, you can't just segue off my dad dying

on to Melanie's incredible fucking blow jobs.

Dinner parties. That's not. Now, that...

Chris... She gives incredible dinner parties.

No‐one does that. Who does that at a dinner party?

Do you want me to call her or not? Yes, I fucking do.

He picked me up outside the Wood Street restaurant, about 10:30.

He said he was passing.

I thought it was a bit weird.

Anyway, I got in.

Who were you at the restaurant with?

Er, he's a businessman. Like, a work thing.

Who? Which businessman?

SHE CLEARS HER THROAT Well, that's irrelevant, innit?

OK, so...

..you got into Arron's car.

And...

..tell me what happened.

He started to drive and he said...

So, how does it feel to be a free agent?

Or is there someone else on the scene?

No, no‐one else.

It just didn't work out, me and Jake.

I know he can be a bit uptight.

Or was it the sex?

Please tell me he was terrible in bed.

I didn't wanna talk about Jake.

And I certainly didn't wanna talk about sex with him,

but he just kept going on and on.

Not in an aggressive way, but like he was sort of enjoying it.

Anyway I had enough and I said...

You know what? I can... I can walk from here.

Oh, no, no. Don't worry. I can take you home.

Or we could go out for a drink, if you like.

Er, home, please.

It's quite late. Let's go home.

And then he goes quiet.

And he was going faster and faster and faster...

CAR ENGINE REVS Aaron...

Aaron, slow down.

Aaron. One drink, Erin. Just one drink.

You're gonna kill us. Please! Who cares?

Me? I've got a son! Slow down! Now!

One drink, Erin, and I'll slow down.

Fuck. Right, one drink! One drink!

Shit!

TYRES SCREECH

Kiss me. Fuck off.

SEAT BELT CLICKS

Come on, one kiss. You'll like it. Get off.

I'm better than Jake. Get your hand off me! Get off.

What is it with you? Get off! Aaron!

Screwed goody two‐shoes. What?

What's so special about him? I'm the real deal, Erin.

I'm better than him, Erin. Get off. Get off me now.

SLAPPING

SHE BREATHES HARD

CAR ENGINE REVS

CAR DOOR CLOSES

TYRES SCREECH

CAR ROARS AWAY

OK.

Listen, we'll go and speak with him straight away.

That's a serious assault.

I just kept thinking about my son.

What would happen to Tyler...?

Yeah, I understand.

Would you like us to arrange a visit from Victim Support?

No.

Hey, how's your Ronnie doing?

Is he still in prison?

Theft, GBH.

He's a lovely lad, isn't he, Erin?

# I still remember All the good times

# Long days

# Filled with sunshine

# And just a little bit of rain

# Mm...

Melanie, Russell.

# If you should look back

# Try to forget all the bad times

# The lonely blue and sad times

# Just a little bit of rain... #

Sure, yeah. Glad to help, yeah.

# Just a little bit of rain

# Just a little bit of rain

# Just a little bit of rain. #

He never sleeps.

Fuck me, he never gets any rest at all.

He's always puking.

Or pissing himself.

Then he gets frustrated and angry.

Rants to himself.

Then smashes things up in the house, like fucking bottles and that.

The TV might go over.

He never does anything too drastic, though.

Like, he never...

It's like even when he's fucking out of his mind,

there's this small part of him that thinks...

.."I can't put a window through." You know, summat like that.

"I can't put a window through,

"I'll have to get a fucking guy to come round."

CHRIS LAUGHS

"Spend money that I haven't got."

"He's gonna see the state of my house."

I really miss my dad.

HE SNIFFLES

Come here, come on.

Are you all right? Yeah.

What? Sorry.

Are you all right? Ow!

Jesus!

Argh!

Did you burn your arse? Yeah.

HE LAUGHS

MUSIC: 'Travelling Bug' by Bill Baylis

He says you attacked him. He's chatting shit.

He says you were drunk, legless, and you came on to him.

And when he rebuffed you, you got aggressive.

What, and you believe him, do you?

It would help if you'd give us the name of the man in the restaurant.

For fuck sake, I can't, I can't. Why not?

Because I can't.

Without evidence, it's just your word against Aaron's.

All right, fine.

Nice...

..middle‐class boy versus...

..you.

Why don't you go and bum a fucking dog, Carl?

Go on! Go and bum a dog.

Get out. Get out of my house, right now.

Go on. That's probably everything, then.

# Since you've been gone

# Since you've been gone

# I'm out of my head can't take it...

Hmm.

# Oh, oh, oh... Oh, fucking hell. He's shit, isn't he?

Yeah, I know. He's delusional.

They're a bunch of fat dads. Yeah, I know.

But he said, if we give him a good slot,

he'll pay for the stage, lights, and a mixing desk.

Fuck it, he's in, then. Have we got any good bands?

A couple of local bands, glad of the exposure, a few '90s bands.

And Mark Owen from Take That offered,

but I said we weren't that desperate.

LAUGHTER Who else?

Well...only Europe's leading DJ. Who's that?

Dead Moose.

Bloody brilliant, that. Who's made that? Erin.

Where is she? I haven't seen her for days. She's not answering her phone.

How hard can it be? Drop a few tunes, mix 'em together.

What's going on here, then? What the...?

Well, wouldn't you like to know?

Get the fuck out of my house.

I would like to know, cos I see a lot of coming and going

and I know you're up to something.

Oh, well you know what they say.

Nosey shot the crow.

No‐one says that. What?

Of course they do.

Have you ever heard that? No, I've never heard that.

Of course you have! Fucking...

Nosey shot the crow.

Fucking... You know, don't be...

Don't be sticking that, your nose, where it doesn't belong.

It makes no sense. If Nosey's sticking his beak in,

why does he shoot the crow?

What's the crow done and how's that punishment?

It's the crow that's come off worse. He's got a point, Jim.

That is... It's just a fucking...

You know, a proverb, a fucking...

Softly, softly, catchy monkey.

Yeah, and who the fuck goes around catching monkeys?

Those little buggers shift fast.

It doesn't matter how softly you go, you wanna catch a monkey,

you need a bag of peanuts and even then there's no guarantee.

Thank God we sorted it in the end, though, eh?

Piss off, will you?

I will. But I'll leave you with this...

Clause 7C, section 14 of the Public Events Act, 1973.

Permission must be sought and agreed

by any neighbour within a two‐mile radius.

And for you, that's me.

Have that, Nosey.

Crow's fighting back.

You blond prick!

Polish arsehole!

Fuck off! DOOR CLOSES

That's a problem.

DOOR LOCKING SYSTEM BUZZES

Erin...

Erin, Erin, Erin.

Erin.

What's all this?

What's all what? This. This. This...

Oh, yeah, I get it. You can you see my aura.

No, but I can see your hippie beads, and what is that on your neck?

Yeah, check it out, man. Do you know what that is?

Buddha, the god of wonder.

Why have you got it? The, er...

The Ronald Horatio Croft that you used to exist... Yeah?

HE WHISTLES

Born again.

OK, I've been converted.

I've seen the light, Erin.

Which means I'm three things. What?

I'm peace.

I'm love.

And I'm fucking understanding, Erin. Well...

So, it doesn't matter,

that the, the, like, like, my, my, my cell mate, you know.

Who's fffffucking irritating, and he's, he is, you know.

He scratches his arsehole just raw.

Not even through his pants, with his fingers direct.

He pisses about with all the liquorice bits in between his toes.

Fucking hell, it's disgusting. It's fucking disgusting, Erin.

But it don't matter cos of how I am these days.

All right? Nothing can kind of penetrate my inner zen.

And all I say is that that is Jah Rastafari.

Yeah.

I get it, it's a ploy.

What's a ploy? To get out early. I get it.

A ploy? Yeah.

Wow. Can you believe that?

Who are you talking to? Erin, do you know what?

I've already set my foot... HE MIMICS AN EXPLOSION

Oh, my God. ..on the road to Domestos.

Oh, Damascus. Erin, I've genuinely opened up a new leaf.

Why do you always get it wrong?

It's turned over. Turned over a new leaf, whatever, der, der, der, der.

But do you know what I'm a bit like at the minute?

What? I'm a little bit like a bald John Lennon.

Right. I'm out there, just searching, pow,

searching for my Yoko.

SHE LAUGHS OK?

I'm not saying actually Yoko, you know,

cos, like, she was a bit weird, wasn't she?

Not in, like, a racist way, or anything like that, but, like...

Like Yoko, but a fit Yoko, blonde, I don't know.

Jah Rastafari to that, sir.

Anyway...

How are you? Come on. Come on.

SHE SIGHS Anyway...

Do you remember in school

when I got locked in the bogs with Mark Carver? Hm.

He tried to feel... Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

I just fucking bat him straight in the sink.

But, well, the old me, that was the old me, man.

That was so aggressive.

You said, if anything happened like that again,

I need to tell you. Yeah.

Oh, you fuck....

Do you know what we're gonna have to do? What?

Let's bless their soul.

Join me and gain redemption.

Ommm....

Ronnie...

Ronnie? Ommm...

Ronnie, what are you doing? It's like Buddhism.

Ronnie, please, stop omming. Stop it.

Erin, if I don't omm, I'll do... I'll do summat else.

Or omm with me.

You are embarrassing me. Ommmm...

Stop. Everyone's looking. People are looking now.

Stop it. You know what, forget it? I think you're right, to be honest.

It does get you a little bit... People are looking at you.

You don't even care, do you? Fuck, the monks do it for ages, man.

They sit at the top of a mountain saying, omm.

Fuck's sake. They look cool when they do it.

No, they don't. You certainly don't.

Turn round

Remember, if it squeals we gag it.

If it fights, we bag it.

Have you been working on that little rhyme?

No, actually, I just came up with it.

Why have you taken your balaclava off to talk?

I like you to see my face.

Does that not defeat the purpose of wearing it in the first place?

Let's just get on with it, shall we? Fucking hell.

Where is the little bastard? Probably asleep.

Interestingly, they have very similar sleep cycle to humans, pigs.

You know, when you start a sentence with "interestingly",

it's important to honour that promise.

Shit, Shirley! Fuck.

You said he wasn't home! Fucking Jesus Christ.

What the fuck...? Hang on.

He's sleep walking. Oh, my heart stopped.

Jesus Christ, that's taken years off me, that has, years.

Who fucking sleepwalks? Don't shine it on him.

It's very common, actually. Some people sleep eat, sleep drive.

And in my experience, even furiously sleep masturbate.

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

Fucking hell. Right, lads.

It's not in here, lads.

Oh...

What's this?

GRUNTING

LAUGHTER

He's got it in the bed with him. Each to their own. You grab it.

You grab it. JJ...

Go on grab it. Oh, Christ's sake.

Come on, JJ.

Here, piggy, piggy.

Argh!

MUSIC: 'Vado A Ballare' by Vichenzo Orru

Fucking hell.

Ah! JJ?

Well, you try fucking holding a wriggling pig.

MUSIC: 'Vado A Ballare' by Vichenzo Orru

Here we go!

He does talk. He doesn't.

He does.

Watch him.

HIGH‐PITCHED: Give me a biscuit. That was you.

No, it was him. It was you.

HE LAUGHS

Can I ask you a question, man to man?

Your mum...

I don't know.

She just doesn't seem herself.

It's ever since the police came.

The police?

They came one day.

And Sugar said it was about a bad man.

A bad man?

Do you know who the bad man was?

No.

But Mum knows because she had to tell them all about him.

All right.

Give me a love.

DOOR OPENS You go and put your bag upstairs.

Hi, Auntie Sugar! I thought you were having him all day.

I'm sorry. My dad's gone AWOL from rehab.

I'm gonna have to look for him. I've got to nick a car and everything.

I'll come with you. You stay here with Tyler.

Tyler can be looked after by Sugar.

Oh, here we fucking go.

Where's my pig? Where's Bernard?

No idea what you're talking about.

You know that's my pride and joy.

I don't know anything about your stupid blonde life.

PHONE CHIMES

LAUGHTER

LAUGHTER

Funny, is it, a man's love for a fellow creature?

I hear you sleep with it.

Not with it, the same room.

LAUGHTER I'm not bumming it.

Oh! Under the covers, I heard.

So, you did fucking steal it. Oh, not me!

Tucked up in bed, me.

Alone.

PHONE CHIMES

LAUGHTER

Oh! Fine! Have your fucking festival.

And I hope it fucking rains.

And I hope your land gets ruined

and you can't grow any more crops.

And you go bankrupt and die poor and fucking lonely.

Bring back Bernard!

Oi, Paslowski!

Your pig's a cunt.

Your pigs are cunts!

Fucking...

Tyler said the police have been round.

Yeah, they have.

So, are you gonna tell me why? No.

Why not? Because.

Erin, if someone's hurt you, I swear to God...

Vinnie, just look for your dad.

ELECTRIC WINDOW WINDS DOWN

HONKS HORN Bitch!

Oh, shit. What?

Get out of the car.

You're no goddess.

You're nothing but a common fucking thief.

Oi! What you...?

Bastard! You're lucky you've run.

You Pound Shop M&Ms!

Erin... Oi, Erin.

Oi, stop it.

What's going on?

Now, listen to me. You're gonna have to tell me what's going on.

I'll stand here till you do.

I can't tell you, Vinnie.

Erin, please.

What's happened?

SHE SIGHS Fuck.

Someone hurt me, OK?

Who was it?

Erin, you have to tell me.

It was Aaron. It was Jake's... It was Jake's brother.

He attacked me in his car. He tried to kiss me and...

Then he tried to run me over,

left me in the dirt at the side of the road.

I was scared, Vin.

I thought something terrible was gonna happen. It's all right.

I'll deal with it. No, I don't want you...

No, honestly... Hey, listen, to me.

You're my friend.

And you're the mother of my child. I'm gonna deal with it.

No, Vin, please... No.

Sweetheart, it's all right. Vinnie, I'm fine, honestly.

You go home now. Go and be with Tyler.

Vin, don't.

Vinnie...!

Oh, shit.

TRAIN HORN BLARES

HE CHOKES

WIND WHISTLES

# I see rainbows in my head

# Pretty colours round my bed

# Yellow flowers in the sky

# I can hear them drifting by... #

Here we go!

# Dealers keep dealing

# Thieves keep thieving

# Bitches keep bitching

# Ain't no use in praying

# That's the way it's staying, baby... #

Dylan... Yeah?

Can I have a word with you? OK.

It's important. I just need to.. What?

Just go in. No, no, Erin, it absolutely stinks in here.

I'm sorry.

For everything. I'm, erm...

I'm sorry I lied about the baby.

I'm sorry I lied to you about Vinnie.

I fucked up, Dylan.

And I know you've moved on and that's great

because Sara seems really lovely.

And I hate that.

Erm...

Anyway I just wanted to say that I am really, really sorry.

And if I could turn back the clock, I will.

MUSIC: 'Behave' by Frightened Rabbit

# I don't have a clue how to behave

# When I'm around you

# When I'm around you

# When I'm around you

# When I'm around... #

Hiya, Vinnie.

Oh, hiya, love. Are you all right?

Yeah, have you seen Dylan? Eh? Er...

Nah.

The healing fields, probably. Yeah.

Here, do you want that? Yeah.

Yeah? I'll come with you.

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