All language subtitles for Its.a.Sin_.S01E04.eng_

Oh, my God, it's on. Ritchie!

...that has become
a threat to us all.

It is a deadly disease
and there is no known cure.

Is that the BBC?

The virus can be passed during sexual
intercourse with an infected person.

Anyone can get it,
man or woman.

So far it's been confined
to small groups but it's spreading,

so protect yourself...

My mother's watching this.

...and read this
leaflet when it arrives.

If you ignore AIDS,
it could be the death of you,

so don't die of ignorance.

Alright.

I love him.

IT'S A SIN

March 1988

And we will always remember Peter
as a man of great enthusiasm,

his love of languages,
he loved travelling, he loved good food

and, let's not forget,
he had a lifelong passion for cars.

He spent years restoring that old MG
and when it was done, he sold it.

He said, "I'm ready for
the next project," and that was him.

Always looking ahead,
and that's a fine way to remember him,

as a wonderful son,
a fine brother to Ruth

and a loving uncle
to Steven and Grace.

- Now if you'd like to take--
- And boyfriend to Nicholas.

I'm sorry but if we could
just continue, thank you.

He was boyfriend to Nick Jacobs
for six years.

You can't leave him out
like he doesn't exist.

I'm really very sorry,
but it's not the time or the place.

Yes, it is. Nick isn't even here
because you banned him.

He loved your son, Mrs. Burrows.
All the way to the end.

- For God's sake.
- What's wrong with that?

Shame on you. Can't you leave us alone
for one day of our lives.

We knew him.

Stop and sit or I'll have
to ask you to leave.

Oh, my God.

I love it.

I just think it's their son's funeral,
for God's sake.

Of all the days to have a go at them.

- Don't be so pathetic, Ritchie.
- No, his mother's devastated, be fair.

Do you know what she did,
his mother, his lovely mum?

She chucked him out onto the street,
changed the locks,

put his stuff in bin bags
and threw it away.

They took the dog, Ritchie.
They took the fucking dog.

And there's just nothing we can do.
Nick's got no legal standing whatsoever.

He's not a widow, he's not an ex.
He's just nothing.

- Look out.
- You bastard!

Don't start a fight.

I'm the one doing everything wrong,
am I?

We're going. Come on.
See you, boys. When's Curtis?

31st.
He's being buried in Camberley,

it's about a two hour drive,
so I'll do maps for everyone.

And see you the 25th?
Don't miss it. We need numbers.

- I can't.
- Come on. We need everyone.

You know why
I can't do that in public, I just can't.

- Why? What do you do?
- You little buggers!

- I'm an actor.
- That's impressive.

You, you, you bastards!

- You bastards!
- Thanks.

Karl, come on, no.

- You bastards.
- Alright. Stop it now.

Here they come, the kettle's on!

I thought you'd gone home.
You promised me.

- We delayed one more day.
- She's been cooking.

You've all been through such a terrible
time, I wanted to do something.

I tried to make goulash.
It's turned into more of a curry.

Bathroom's mine.

- How was it?
- Awful. Absolutely awful.

Thanks, Mum. Don't go home.
Stay for 16 weeks if you want.

You shouldn't be going to funerals
at your age. Here's my girl.

Oh, God, me too. Look out.

If we had heterosexual boys
dying in these numbers,

the world would have stopped.
There'd be uproar. There'd be riots.

That's what we're doing on the 25th.
Direct action.

Like they did in America,
out on the streets.

Don't get yourself in trouble.

Princess Di gave a handshake.
Can't you just do something like that?

Do you know the worst thing about it,
the absolute worst,

it's that every single conversation
has to go on and on about AIDS.

- I'm sorry.
- Don't be so rude.

It's all we ever hear.
I came to London when I was 18.

I thought, "Great, I can be gay."
But then I just end up as this problem.

- That's my fault. That's me.
- I'm just saying, one night off.

We have got news. I didn't wanna say,
'cause you're only gonna worry, but...

we think we can buy this place,

get a mortgage on the Pink Palace,
me and Ritchie.

- Can you afford it?
- You see? I said you'd worry.

We asked Mr. Santini
and he said he'd sell for 42,000.

£42,000? For a flat?

It's not bad for London,
but my show's gonna keep running.

We've got bookings up to summer '89
so that's a guaranteed income.

And I'm earning enough, just about.

It's not constant work,
but I make about 7,000 a year.

Can you get a mortgage though?
Are you allowed one, as a gay man?

- Are you homosexual?
- No.

- No. You ever had an HIV test?
- No.

No. Have you ever
shared a bed with another man?

No.

They never asked,
so that's all done

and we'll get rent off
these annoying lodgers.

We'll draw up proper contracts
and all that stuff. We'll be ruthless.

- My cruel landlord. I like it.
- Au revoir.

Here she is, Queen of the Nile.

Enjoy your feast.
I shall not return until the morn.

Don't forget the kitty.
We need to stock up tomorrow.

My great delight, madame.

Please,
avail yourself of my felicitudes.

Is that a word? It is now.

Bloody hell,
are you sure you got enough?

- Whatever you're doing, give us a job.
- I don't think you'd like it, Dad.

- I work hard for this.
- You get hard for it.

Peasant scum. Farewell.

- So what does he do?
- Question is, who does he do.

Could I have a vodka?

So I said,

"If boroughs already have the capacity
to opt out, what's the problem?"

You cannot assume any wisdom
on the part of these people, Arthur.

- And that's the point.
- Let him finish.

The point is with a system
as ramshackle as the ILEA,

no-one knows what's what.
The word is an alliance.

I've been told an alliance
between Tebbit and Heseltine,

a pact made in hell.

Good God above,
there is shaking in the heavens.

How in earth do they find
any common ground?

Dark magic is abroad.
That's all I can say, dark magic.

So it's doomed.
The ILEA is doomed.

Every London borough
now becomes its own authority,

and that means an influx of cash
waiting to be scooped up.

So you stay on top, Tim,
and you could be quids in.

- Cheers.
- Chin-chin.

Good health.

I think we've seen that suit
five or six times now.

Get something new?

You're gonna need something
rather special for the 25th.

- I'm busy that day.
- Can I ask, don't be?

- Why? What's happening?
- I'm not allowed to say.

Don't tell me then.

No, I'm not allowed to say,
as a matter of national security.

Just keep the day free.

But, more importantly,
I thought you could be Nanny tonight.

- Can't I be Mellors?
- I think Nanny's cross with me.

Okay. Naughty boy.

I'm serious about the 25th.
Parents can come.

We need as many people
as we can get.

Okay. Sleep well.

Love you.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Goodnight, Duchess.

I'll tidy up.

I just need to know if you're HIV,
and that's if, okay? If.

Is there anything you can take
to stop HIV becoming AIDS?

And have you been tested for HIV?

No, but that's not the point.
What about AZT? Can I buy that?

No, I'm sorry, it's not for sale.
And it's not a cure.

But I'm trying everything. They said
eggs help the immune system.

They say flax seed,
that's supposed to be good for you,

and lecithin granules in melted butter,
they say it fights HIV.

You should be tested.

And piss. Everyone says drinking
your own piss makes you stronger.

Someone said there's this man,
he had HIV and he was cured,

he stopped AIDS by taking battery acid.
Is that true?

Please don't try that. Please don't
try anything dangerous, it's acid.

It could hurt you.
It could kill you.

You need to get yourself tested.
Please listen to me.

Please get a test.

Are you there?

The problem is on the 25th.

The committee's hosting an exhibition
reaching out worldwide,

so we've got displays from France
and New Zealand and Portugal,

but one thing we're really short of
is coloured faces.

Here I am, Massa.

Stop it. We'd just have more balance
if you were there

and there is something of a bonus.

I'm told that the exhibition
will be visited by the Lady.

No way.

Timetable says that Maggie's
due to arrive at 11am on the dot.

And I've just gotta be black?

You won't actually be meeting her,
Roscoe.

You're just there to be visible,
but this could do us both a bit of good.

I don't think Mrs. Thatcher's
particularly aware of me,

but given a slight nudge, all those
contacts in France could pay off.

Visit to Paris would be nice.
Would you like that?

- Just the two of us?
- Yeah.

- No-one would know you over there.
- Good.

We could walk down the street.
I'd like that. Yeah. Merci.

And if you sign there.

And you sign there.

I think we're done. That's it.
Congratulations.

Careful, that's mine.

And watch your jeans on the wall.
Denim leaves a mark.

This is my property now.

So they said it could be
six month's work

'cause this teacher's having
a hip replacement and I'm thinking,

"Great, proper job,"

and it's got 2,000 pupils and
it is rough as hell, but that's okay.

Except I walk in, I report to the office
and I get shown around by Mr. Crane.

And these are the pigeon holes.
The head likes a memo...

...so check them every day
but not too often.

We know what you're like, you lot.

Fiddling with your holes.

He did not.

But how do they know?
All I did was walk in, said, "Hello."

Best behaviour, but they just know,
read us, they can smell it.

And that's just the beginning 'cause
then he takes me into the library.

And he said,
"I thought perfect job for you."

Make a start in here,
removing inappropriate material.

Like what?

"Clause 28. We have to remove

any books or material that might
be promoting a homosexual lifestyle."

Bloody hell.

You see, they're burning books.

- So what did you do?
- No choice.

I could get sacked for saying
one gay thing out loud in school,

so I did as I was told.

- How's it going?
- Great, fine, good.

And what did you find?

Nothing.
"What do you mean, nothing?"

I mean nothing. I found nothing.
I checked Shakespeare, nothing.

You might get versions on the stage
that get a bit fruity with men in togas,

but you need to ban the director
not the book,

'cause in the whole of Shakespeare,

there's not one man with a man,
not one woman with a woman.

Dickens.
Nothing.

He wrote about the rich
and the poor and dwarves and saints

and orphans and ghosts,
not one homosexual, not anywhere.

Jane Austen did not write
about lesbians.

Sorry, Sal.
I checked the history books.

So what if Julius Caesar and Aristotle
and Alexander The Great

had the odd little fling with a catamite

not according to the school books,
they didn't.

I looked at Asterix and Tintin.

I looked at Disney and sport,
and the Bible.

I looked at the Talmudand the Quran
and the Guinness Book of Records.

I looked at all the vast halls of
literature and culture

and science and art,

and there is not the slightest danger
of any child ever being infected,

'cause there's not one gay man
or woman anywhere.

There is nothing. That's what
you're protecting them from. Nothing.

But what did you really say?

There's a couple of Mary Renault's.

- That is just appalling.
- That's Margaret Thatcher.

- That's her law. You voted for her.
- I'm just gonna say--

Here he goes.

But if you're gonna write a book about
two gay fathers for five year olds,

I think that's wrong.

- Have you read it?
- You are terrible.

- It's wrong, it's wrong, it's wrong.
- Get out.

- You old Tory.
- Hey, that's me.

- Nice party.
- It was great.

Haven't done this in a while.

No?

I'm tired.

- Do you wanna try?
- I'm okay.

Okay. Can I stay?

I'm really knackered.

Okay. I can wait.

What does that mean?
You're not waiting for me, are you?

Don't know. Might do.

Goodnight.

Floor two.

Alright. Surround the airlock.

All weapons primed,
settings to maximum.

Floor one.

They're breaking through, sir.
Ten seconds and counting.

Remember, if they get through,

we lose the crystal and if we lose that,
it's the end of the world.

Floor zero.

Open fire.

What's that? Okay. We can cut there.
Thanks, everyone.

Nicely done, but we're gonna go again.
Let's reset.

Ritchie, it'll take a little while,

so we're just gonna pick up
a close-up on you. Is that okay?

Yeah, sure, which bit?

Lose the crystal, lose the world,
just stay there and thank you.

Okay, just stay on that spot.
We need to make you look gorgeous.

That's a lot of work.

One second off.

- Ray!
- Yeah?

- We need to open up 15.
- Will do!

Something wrong with your skin.

Martin Pascoe, please.

I've had a look and the result
seems to be definite.

I'm sorry to say you've passed
the threshold into a diagnosis of AIDS.

- Do you know what that means?
- Yes, I do.

Okay, we've got quite a few ways
of approaching this

and we're getting
new information all the time.

I think we can start--

That's alright.
I live in a house full of experts.

It's all we talk about, all day long.

- There's a programme which can--
- I know, okay, I really do know.

You're not telling me anything
I don't know already.

Okay. Perhaps I can ask,
what is it that you know?

It's a death sentence.

I don't think you should be
on your own at time like this.

Have you got anyone?
At home? Friends or family?

Hello?

What are you doing here?

Bit early to get home from work.
Are you skiving?

It's gonna be all about you now.
Ritchie's home. Here we go. Great.

Good God. Hello.

Don't be so ridiculous.

That is a surprise.
What are you doing home?

Hello.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing.

Something smells nice. Come on.
What's happened? What's wrong?

Nothing. I said.

There's a few people from school
going out this weekend,

so I said I'd come too
and I thought I'd cook the tea,

which is nice of me.

I saw those steaks
and I chopped them up. Is that okay?

There's a difference between steak and
casserole steak, but, well, never mind.

We'll have a very expensive stew.
It's nice to see you.

- And there's nothing wrong?
- No.

Bloody hell.
Jesus Christ, what's this?

Could have warned me.
What the hell are you doing home?

Mum phoned you and told you at work,
so don't pretend.

What is it then? What's wrong?
How much is it gonna cost me?

Gary Blades at work, his daughter said
she saw you in that Sunshine play.

- Said you were very good.
- That's nice.

She also said you were on stage
for about ten minutes.

Do the people with bigger parts
get paid more?

Yeah.

There you are. Get bigger parts.
And hurry up, I'm starving.

- Ready.
- Hold on a tick, let me finish this.

You can do this more often.

Lucy, come on.
Your brother wants to poison you.

There's no escape!

- What, are you not eating?
- No, I'm going out.

I thought we were having a meal.

There's some of us meeting up
for a drink. I've got to go. Sorry.

No, sit down, have dinner
with your mum, for God's sake.

No, I'm going down
the Farmer's Arms. I said so.

No, you can stop,
sit down and have tea with us.

Your silly little friends can wait.

Stop racing off and give us 20 minutes
for your mother's sake, okay?

- Yeah, well, you can fuck off.
- What did you just say?

- That's very clever.
- Hey, come back here.

- What have you done now?
- Come and say that to my face.

I won't have that in this house.

- What can I get you?
- Pint of Burt's, thank you.

- Hey, nice to see you, Ritchie.
- Martin. Still here then.

- How's things?
- Yeah, you know, not bad. And you?

- Good to see you.
- And you.

Sorry, bit busy.

- Did you hear about Donna Marie?
- Oh, God, I did, yeah.

Drugs.

I know. You see,
it's always the quiet girls like that.

They sit there in school doing
their homework

and behaving and not having a drink
or anything

and looking at the rest of us
like we're maniacs,

then they leave home
and they haven't got a clue.

One drink and bang,
they're off their heads.

- It happens every time.
- I always thought she was nice.

She is, she was. I don't know,
I haven't seen her for years.

- You're an actor, they said.
- Yeah.

- What sort of thing?
- Things. I was on TV.

- I did an episode of One By One.
- Nah, don't know it.

Keep going though, you know.
Don't give up.

- Night, Martin.
- Night.

Nowhere to go?

- Are you driving home?
- Yeah.

We're still in that same house,
up by the bridge. Can I have a lift?

- Yeah, suppose.
- That's great. Thank you.

Do you remember?

Every single party we'd end up going to
the beach, all of us, every weekend.

We should do it now, for old time's sake,
let's get some beer and go to the beach.

No, I'm driving.

Don't be so boring.
You can have one, just one beer.

Come on, stop at that offy
on Brookdale that's open late.

I'll pay. Just this once. I never
come home. Go on, Martin, please.

The thing I don't get is,
how do you become an actor?

Like, do you have to learn plays,
like, off by heart?

- Do you have to learn Hamlet?
- Only if you're in Hamlet.

So if someone playing Hamlet
dropped dead tomorrow,

could you then walk onto the stage
and be him?

- No, I haven't learned it already.
- So how do you know? What to learn?

It's not like that.
You go to college to learn everything,

'cause they teach you rhythm
and speech and sword-fighting.

- We did fencing.
- That's good.

They teach you that for stunts.

- Could you be a stuntman?
- I could. Yeah.

That's a great job.

And you learn movement,
how to carry yourself, you do dance.

- What, like ballet?
- We did a bit of ballet, yeah.

What?
You did ballet in the tights?

- No.
- Are you a ballet dancer?

We just did the basics and anyway,
I was good. I can plié.

Jesus.

Anyway, you can talk, you did
that school play in a pair of shorts.

No, I was being a rugby player,
with no lines.

Only did that 'cause we got
lessons off. It wasn't ballet.

You looked good.
You looked amazing.

I kept thinking you looked sexy.

It's funny, I look back
and I really fancied you. Is that okay?

Yeah.

'Cause, you know, I live in London now
and I'm gay. Is that alright?

- It's not really a surprise.
- Oh, my God.

I mean, look at you.

- Did you always know?
- Dunno.

- Did you know in school?
- I never gave it much thought.

It doesn't bother me.
Just don't give me AIDS, that's all.

Of course.
But I fancied you so much, Martin.

And I fancied Carl Bowman and Ratty

and that boy Simon Reynolds in the year
above, but you were the best.

I used to watch you all the time.

I used to think about you night and day,
all those years in school,

going home every day and running
upstairs and wanking about you.

Okay, that's enough.

- Literally thousands of wanks.
- Really, that's enough.

Julie Renwick said she once went home
with you in the lunchtime

and you had sex with her
up against the fridge,

and I thought about that
a million times.

I still do. I still think about it now.
I still come thinking about it.

You fucking stop, alright?

I'll drive you home.

I loved you.

I thought tonight, say hello, get
you drunk, bring you down the beach.

And suck you off.

I'm not gay.

You could just lie back
and close your eyes.

Don't you wanna come?
Everybody wants to come.

Who doesn't wanna come? If you could
come right now, wouldn't you?

- What the hell is wrong with you ?
- Nothing.

- This is really off, you know that?
- Yeah.

You didn't come all the way back
to the island just for this, did you?

No.

Do you know what,
maybe I did. Oh, God.

Are you alright?

Let's go home.

You can drop me off here, thanks.
Don't go up to the house.

You'll wake them up.
They're in bed by ten.

Every single night. Bed by ten.

That was weird.

Sorry.

You wanna be careful, Ritchie.
Saying all that stuff.

Anyone else would punch your face in.

- I'd punch them back.
- And you would.

- Anyway, go home.
- I'll see you around.

Nah. Bet you won't.

You're gonna be gone.

Any day now you're gonna be
too posh for us lot

and you won't come home anymore.

You'll be off, be in Hollywood,

be James Bond
or Top Gun or Zorro.

- Do you think?
- Yeah, you'll be famous.

Do you know, I would love that.

There's nothing I would love more.

But it's never gonna happen.

I'm never gonna do those things.

I could have done anything.

But I never will now.
I never will.

- You might.
- I'll never be anything. Ever.

Oh, God.

Sorry.

What is it? What's wrong?

It really was nice to see you.

- Look after yourself.
- Yeah. Bye.

I'm just gonna say it would mean
the world to me if you came.

Sorry, I've got a date.

His Master's Voice.
You ever gonna tell us who he is?

No sign of Ritchie boy?

Vanished. But he was
never gonna come. Never mind.

- Colin would have loved that suit.
- Yeah.

It's for him, all of this today.

Yeah.
I lived with Colin in this room.

I lived with him and I loved him,
and I watched him get up

and go to work
and phone his mum and behave.

All his life, all he ever did
was behave, and what happens?

He died.
So I'm getting out of here, Jill.

You can wave your flags all you like,
but I'm moving up.

AIDS NEES AID

Are you sure about this, beanpole?

It's not gonna look good
for a teacher if we get arrested.

I'll risk it. Teaching kind of stinks
these days anyway.

- You really think we'll get arrested?
- I hope so. That's the plan.

Pretty little Ritchie
couldn't make it then.

Be fair. If he's seen as gay in public,
he might never work again.

- All aboard, come on.
- How many of us in total?

They're coming from Reading
and Salisbury. We might make 50.

That's not bad.

There's 600,000 gay people in this city.
Where the fuck are they?

Roscoe Babatunde.
Thanks.

You can go through.

- Excuse me, sir.
- He's with me.

They put me on Jamaica,
but my dad's from Nigeria.

- It's the other side of the world.
- She's early. The Lady's early!

- I need that.
- What for?

This tie's a bit of a giveaway. The Lady
doesn't really go for Wykehamists.

She's a grammar school girl.

- Isn't Denis public school?
- Well, non-conformist.

- Would she believe me, wearing this?
- We have African princes.

No, no, no. Too soon. She arrives.

She has introductions.
Then the tea comes out.

Otherwise it looks
as if it's been stewing. Wait there.

You don't stand around like a skivvy.

I swear, I have to do
absolutely everything myself.

Oh, my God.

Get in, in, in.

Out, thank you very much,
don't stand there dawdling.

Go back to the hall.
I'll give you a nod.

- So, how do I look?
- Good. Let me see.

Perfect gentleman.

The last button of a waistcoat
should always be left undone.

My friend Colin taught me that.

- Oh, my God. Have you got a hard-on?
- I am standing to attention.

You dirty dog.

Well, I can't help it.
She does make things rather exciting.

- That's for her?
- The lady.

- You're hard for her?
- It's quite a thrill.

She gives you a hard-on?

Roscoe, you're young,
you don't understand the world yet.

- I understand that you're gay.
- Good God, I'm not gay.

Then what are you with me?

Every so often
one has to shove one's face in the shit

just so you can lift your head up
and smell the sweet roses afterwards.

Hold on. Where is she?

They've waited long enough,
we don't want it to get cold.

- Go on.
- Sorry.

Excuse me.

You should get into position.
Fast as you can.

What happens here?

I wait here, I get the nod,

I escort the lady to discover
all the wonderful things

we've been doing with
telecommunications in Norway.

There, look.

- It's exciting.
- Yes.

- Big day.
- Extraordinary.

- All down to you.
- Isn't it just?

So, tell me, Mrs. Thatcher,
does she drink tea or coffee?

Coffee, with a dash of milk.

Good, 'cause that's the one
I pissed in.

I pissed in the coffee.

- No, you haven't.
- I pissed in Mrs. Thatcher's coffee.

- You're lying.
- Black man's piss.

- Hold, hold.
- Ciao, darling, you were fun.

Fast as we can.

- You lot are late. Hurry up.
- God, they will not stop yapping.

We made it. Here we are. Make way.
Ready to bang the drum.

If the police register me
as a homosexual, I shall be very proud.

- Hello darling!
- Let's go.

Never mind you, here's the star
attraction. Come on, Eileen.

I won't be happy 'til Parliament's
in flames. Come here, my love.

When did you get in?

I'm staying with Lorraine. And
here he is, it's the Sheikh of Araby.

- I brought sandwiches just in case.
- If you've finished chatting.

You made it.

For God's sake, our greatest danger
now is a parking ticket. Can we start?

Yes, about fucking time.
Come on, you filthy motherfuckers.

Pardon my French, Mr. and Mrs. B.

Sorry, Eileen,
but you've heard it all before.

Don't just stare,
are we doing this or what?

- Where did you come from?
- The pits of hell. Now let's march.

Yeah.

Get out the road.

What are you doing? What the hell
are you doing? Get out the way.

You're kidding me. What are you doing?
What the hell are you doing?

- This is a bleeding road!
- These bodies represent the dead.

Inside this building

The Blazen Hensher pharmaceutical
company is profiting from HIV.

They have drugs
which they withhold,

and they have drugs
which they double in price,

because they see AIDS
as a chance to profit.

We are dying and they profit.

For every corpse on this street
there are thousands more.

Get out the road! Get out of the road,
you fucking idiots!

- We did it.
- Back up then!

- We really did.
- I can't fucking move!

This is weird.

The street looks funny
from this angle.

Don't beef with me, mate, I'll come
over there and give you a slap.

Can I have my job back?

You walked out on me,
you miserable little git. Fuck off.

- Please can I have my job back?
- No.

- Please can I have my job back?
- No.

Please can I have my job back?

We want everyone to see
what Blazen Hensher have done.

- We represent the dead and the dying.
- I've missed you so much.

We will not be moved!
Call the police, we'd love it.

Do what you want.
We will not be moved.

This is a peaceful protest.

If you wanna arrest anyone,
arrest the people in there.

- They are guilty!
- Move!

Don't touch 'em, mate.
You don't wanna touch 'em.

Leave those people alone!

Leave them alone.
You should be listening to 'em.

- You benders!
- Filth, you dirty filth!

- Shame on you, shame on you!
- Run 'em over. Run 'em over. Go on.

Don't resist. Just go limp

'cause the heavier you are,
the harder it is for them.

- Just leave them!
- No, Roscoe, don't.

Take 'em away, the bastards.
Lock 'em up, lock 'em all up.

Fairies and dykes, go on,
get rid of all of 'em, go on.

Go on, let 'em have it, go on!

- Leave them alone!
- Bender.

- Leave them alone.
- You bender.

- I said leave them alone!
- Go on, queers, get out!

I'll run you over, darling,
you won't be laughing then!

- Leave them alone.
- Who's gonna miss you, you queer?

No, no. No.

Come on, stop it, get up.
Go on, stop. Get up.

- No, get off her. You can't do that.
- Hey, get off her!

- That's my daughter. Get off. Jill!
- Leave her alone!

Get off.

Leave her alone!

Get off.
Yeah, go on. Go on, mate!

- Oh, my God, what did they do to you?
- It's alright. I'm okay.

- Ritchie, I can't believe you came.
- Just keep back.

- I can't believe it though.
- Yeah, but don't.

No, come here.

No, you can't touch me
'cause I'm bleeding.

Do you mean?

It's funny 'cause I wanted
to see you all to tell you.

I thought, "How am I gonna
get them all in the one place?"

And here you are.
All my mates.

- Who are you?
- Leanne.

- Hi, Leanne.
- Hi.

But I wanted to tell you, and Leanne.

I've been wanting to tell you
for a really, really long time,

and I know I fucked things up
'cause I didn't know how to say it,

but it's actually really, really simple,
because I've got some news for you.

I've got news for you all.
I wanted you to be the first to know.

I'm gonna live.

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