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This programme contains some scenes which some viewers may find upsetting and strong language.

As Robert Graves wrote, in the final

stanza of his poem Two Fusiliers,

"Show me the two so closely bound, as we.

"By the wet bond of blood.

"By friendship, blossoming from mud."

"By death we faced him."

"And we found beauty in death."

"In dead men breath."

Thank you.

APPLAUSE

PHONE CHIMES

Hello?

Iona?

In the bath, babe.

PHONE RINGS

Good evening, Tullygarven, Townland of Ulster.

So, what's the sketch?

Noodles, I need to see you.

Tully, what is it?

Meet me at the caravan tomorrow afternoon.

Don't piss about, just come.

Well, it's not as if you writers ever do any work.

Just, just tell me now.

Get yourself home, Noodles.

MUSIC BEATS

CROWD CHEERS

Why didn't you just go in?

You've got a key.

I wanted to wait for you.

I stopped off in Saltcoats, got us a bottle.

Half a bottle,

you tight bastard.

I was worried we wouldn't have time to finish it.

What's going on?

I'm fucked, Noodles.

I didn't want to tell you on the phone.

Well, I'm here now.

Just take your time, all right?

Anna and I were on holiday a few

months ago in Cuba.

God, I love Cuba.

I was, I was hiccupping a hell of a lot.

Indigestion, it was the drink, I'd

been caning it.

So, I tell Anna when I get home

I'm going to screw the nut,

you know, that well—worn refrain.

But I didn't tell her about the pain.

And if I'm completely fucking

honest, I'd been in pain for months.

So I get home, go to the doctors,

she sends me for a scan...

...and the rest, as they say, is cancer.

Where?

Oesophagus, liver, stomach and lymph nodes,

whatever the fuck they are.

I've got four months

and that's the short of it.

Don't believe it.

We'll get another opinion.

It's not a matter of an opinion.

You can go private, I'll sort it.

I'd rather die than go private. No!

It can't be four month, you look fine.

They must've got it wrong.

You sound like Anna. She wants me to have chemo —

I'm not doing it.

Tully, you have to!

You cannot just check out, you've got responsibilities.

Like what? Who to? Us!

Your family, the people who love you.

I'm doing this my way.

You'll have everything you need, all right? Just...

...just ask — anything.

Don't let me die like a prick.

We all die like pricks. I mean it.

What's your quote?

The Anthony and Cleopatra one.

"Make death proud to take us"?

That's it. That's the one.

Does Fiona and your mum know?

Fiona does.

That was hard, telling her and the kids.

They're so great.

The young are going to save us.

I haven't told Barbara and I'm not going to.

She's your mother.

Get you, pontificating about mothers.

Do you want to see Barbara?

When?

Now. We can walk.

She'll be having her tea.

It's soup tonight.

Come on.

♪ Into the valley

♪ Betrothed and divine

♪ Realisations no virtue but who can define

♪ The soldiers go marching

♪ Those masses align... ♪

THEY LAUGH

We're selling Barbara's house to pay for the home.

That's brutal.

She worked hard to pay for that house. She did.

She wanted to leave us something after Woodbine died.

I mean it, Jimmy, I don't want her to know.

There she is.

You got your glad rags on, Mum?

Oh, you look nice today.

Look who's come to see you.

You all right, Barbara?

It's Noodles, Mum. He's come all the way up from London.

She won't eat it, Tully.

It's vegetable, it's good for her.

See if you can make her.

Angela, this is my old friend, Jimmy Collins.

He's a very posh writer.

Not really.

Good for you.

Let's have a go at this soup.

You used to make me soup, Barbara.

Jimmy's broth, do you remember?

Noodles.

Oh, my.

You want your music on, Mum?

Here, Jimmy.

PIANO MUSIC PLAYS

How's your mum and dad, Jimmy?

I don't know.

Dad's gone off to find himself.

Mum said he should have started

by looking up his own backside.

Her and I live separate lives now.

How can you live separate lives in these wee houses?

You can't swing a cat in them.

People don't need space to be alone.

You shouldn't be talking like that,

not at your age.

I'm filing for divorce.

Don't talk daft.

You can't divorce your mum and dad.

How would you manage?

I'll get a job, go out on my own, it's no big deal.

Don't worry, Ma.

Noodles gets things done. He'll get himself a fancy pants lawyer.

Why do you need a lawyer, Jimmy?

Been nicking vegetables again?

You look nice, pet.

You meeting Scott? Uh—huh.

We're going to the youth meeting at the church.

God is dead, Fiona. Tully!

You'll upset your sister.

He won't.

What are you making, Mum?

Jimmy's broth.

DOOR OPENS

Doesn't he have a home to go to?

Aye.

It's here.

Happy families.

These boys are taking over my house.

I'll bring you up a tray.

Jimmy, you come here any time you want — Ewan doesn't mind.

Mum, let's take some more, eh? Go on.

No.

MUSIC: Look For The Silver Lining.

Oh, my.

You're not a bad dancer for 21.

How long has she been like that?

A while.

It is what it is.

I don't know what's worse, dying

before your time or living beyond it.

We've got a campaign to plan though.

I could murder a pint.

Let's walk.

It's a decent hike.

I can still walk, arsehole.

Hang on a sec, yeah? Just...

...need a fag.

Aye, that's a great idea.

Are you sure you should be smoking?

That nag has bolted.

It's weird to think this dump is where you started teaching.

It's weird to think this dump was the start of your great escape.

Things are desperate, Miss O'Connor.

I can't get a single job interview.

I don't know what I'm going to do with my life. It's a disaster area.

Sit down, James.

That fact is, you're only 17. Nearly 18.

And you've read more books than I have.

You must have read some to have ended up in this dump.

The other day you mentioned Edith Sit well.

James, nobody in the history of this

school has ever mentioned Edith Sit well.

You know, all I know about her is

she had a long nose and wore a lot of rings.

You should be going to university

with people who know who Edith Sit well is.

University? Yes.

So why aren't you?

I can't because...

...because...

...things are...

Rough at home?

I didn't say that.

It's no big drama, Miss O'Connor.

James...

...get out of here.

Pass your exams, then go and do not turn back.

We'll start with this next term.

You're a weirdo.

And weirdos have to get out.

Your Mrs O'Connor did you proud, you weirdo.

I wonder how many weirdos you've done the same for.

I guarantee they don't have another teacher like you.

Hang on.

FAUX AMERICAN ACCENT: You think I'm a weirdo?

FAUX AMERICAN ACCENT: Yeah, but so what?

Everybody's weird.

Stand by Me, Rob Reiner, 1986. Ten points.

Five. Fucking Cheapskate.

"I can't stand people who laugh at other people."

"They'd get a bigger laugh if they laughed at themselves."

Taste of Honey, predictable.

Is it fuck predictable. Shelagh Delaney's a genius.

I'm not talking about the words, I'm talking about the messenger.

"Oh, God, make me good, but not yet."

ALL: Disallowed!

It's a fucking novel. Novels are not permitted,

unless you're Noodles and they're your lifeblood.

Limbo! Off to get wasted again. Where's he going?

Do the boys know yet?

Nope.

I'm not ready for the onslaught of sentiment.

You're my campaign manager,

so you can tell them.

No. Well, you said I only had to ask.

I wouldn't know what to say.

You call yourself a writer?

I'll have an apple pie, followed by pizza.

You mean pizza, followed by apple pie?

I mean an apple pie followed by a pizza pie.

Capeesh?

Cheers.

You're a bad bastard.

I'm just stating my wants with clarity.

No time to waste, Mr Writer.

Let's do what we love best, make a plan, do a list.

HE SIGHS

Right.

What's first?

Anna.

What am I going to do about her?

Marry her. I mean, that's what I would do.

You're already married.

Don't you think it's a bit weird to do it now?

I mean, we won't have time for a honeymoon.

You will.

I don't want to leave her a widow.

She's going to be a widow whether you're married or not.

It'll mean everything to her.

I love her so much.

Well, it's settled then.

And we'll do it properly.

No holding back, all right?

Anna's big day.

Yeah, but no sit—downy shite with

150 speeches and grannies in daft hats bullshit.

Item two.

Chemo.

Nope.

Seriously, what's the point?

Extra time.

I was always shit at penalties.

Very true.

Unlucky, mate.

What did the doctor say about chemo?

It might give me seven months.

Fuck's sake, Tully, do it!

Nah, a don't fancy it. It sounds like a total nightmare.

It's seven more months with Anna.

Look, this is my plan. Cross that out.

It'll turn me into somebody I'm not.

It might not, and you and Anna can use the time.

No.

I want control.

So write this down.

Item two...

...Switzerland.

What, a holiday?

The last place I'd ever go on hoHday

is the land of fence—sitting and fucking cuckoo clocks.

You said ask you anything.

As soon as this gets bad, and it will soon,

get me to Switzerland for the Hitler chow—down.

The what?

The chow—down, the suicide bullet.

When the bad time comes, I want to end it myself and not go Skelly.

I want to go to Switzerland and I need you to sort it.

Are you saying...

...assisted dying?

That's exactly what I'm saying.

What does Anna say?

I'll tell her when it's sorted, she'll be fine.

I want you to help me. No!

Fuck, no.

Tully, I love you, but you can't ask me to do that.

"Make death proud to take us."

You said it, you gave me my last quote, you have to.

Is that why you got me up here?

So I got all nostalgic and say yes?

Well, you can fuck off.

No.

Why me?

You get things done, Noodles.

Hey, darling. Hey.

I can't talk for long.

Second half's about to start.

You sound so good.

Jimmy, what is it?

Tully's got terminal cancer.

Oh, Jimmy, I'm so sorry.

And he w...

He wants me to help plan their wedding.

Oh, poor Anna.

I cannot...

I mean, they love each other so much. It's hellish.

I better go, he's, he's in the caravan, he wants to watch a film.

He wants everything to be normal.

Fucking normal.

Top three films starring Robert DeNiro, go.

Godfather Part II. Yeah.

Taxi Driver.

Once Upon A Time In America.

Noodles, man alive.

Only a lover of stone—washed jeans would leave out Raging Bull.

Do you think Robert DeNiro's a family man?

In dreams, aye, everyone is in dreams.

My folks ain't.

I am going to divorce them.

Aye, do it.

And come to mine whenever you like, my mum loves you.

You're in charge, Noodles.

Do life the way you want.

♪ Crow's feet are engraved on my face.

♪ And I'm living too late... ♪

Tibbs, if Karl Marx was in The Fall,

what instrument would he play?

Glockenspiel.

Glockenspiel?

Don't be daft, that's a hippy contraption.

It's metal, industrial,

fits with what he says about the means of production.

It's a bourgeois piece of shite.

Mark E would boot him out on his arse.

Noodles, help these boys out.

Marx would be a solid bass player.

How come you were late?

I was finishing my homework.

Priorities, Noodles.

MUSIC: Living Too Late.

Come on, drink it.

I fucking hate blueberries.

I know, but I don't care.

Just drink it, get it down you.

Oh, you big baby.

I hope you didn't use your feet to mulch them.

Why would I do that when I've got a shiny new juicer? Hmm.

And just so as you know —

I'm not going to let you die without a battle

that involves the intervention of an electrical appliance.

Come on.

Slange.

Oh.

Oh, don't worry, it'll freeze.

So, how is Iona's play?

Good, I think.

And when are you heading back?

Not yet. We've got stuff to do, haven't we, Noodles?

What stuff?

Well, he's my campaign manager. Oh, campaign manager.

So, er, you're running for office, Tully?

Well, I thought I'd pass a few good laws before I croak.

What's on your manifesto?

Chemo, I hope.

No chemo, I told you.

But the first thing on the list

is Anna's big day.

What big day?

Your big fuck off wedding day.

WHISPERS: Oh.

And who decided this?

We did.

And you didn't think to ask me first?

Well, if you don't want to, then...

Why would I marry a big baby that doesn't eat his blueberries?

I'm sorry.

I love you with all my heart...

...the only one of my organs that still functions.

Hey.

So, do you fancy it?

Have the chemo...

...and I'll think about it.

HE SIGHS

You lawyers, you've got me bang to rights.

You win.

Do you mean it?

I never say anything I don't mean.

THEY LAUGH

Oh!

I love it, I love it, I love it, my beautiful ring!

I love you with all of my heart!

If I don't see you again, I'm going to die!

How do you think he looks?

Good.

Yeah, I know.

Jammy bastard.

The wedding was your idea, wasn't it?

Absolutely not. Really?

Honestly. Really?

Tully suggested it, telling you.

It's what he wants.

But I want to pay for it, right?

It's my gift. No!

No.

We've got money.

What are you like, coming here,

flashing your money about?

Just let me do it.

I'm losing him, too.

You know what he's like, though, all front.

He's in a lot of pain.

The chemo will help.

Yeah.

God, he's such a bugger.

I have been literally begging him to do it and...

...you come along and...

What did you say to him?

That he'd have more time with you.

So how much do I owe you?

He has to do everything he can to stay with me.

Yeah.

He will.

Hello.

Iona.

I couldn't leave you by yourself.

Brutal.

But refreshingly honest.

Mr Dawson, how are you doing?

Never better.

So, our job now is to keep you,

as well as possible for as long as we can.

The chemo won't make the cancer go away,

but it should help you stay around for a bit longer.

Good.

Well, I've got an important gig coming up

and I wouldn't want to disappoint my public.

How could this happen?

I wish I knew, Tibbs.

He's having chemo though, so...

...that should help, yeah?

That's what we're hoping, but he's not keen though.

OK. So...

...we take it as it comes.

We rally.

We let him be Tully.

Do everything we can to help him stay around,

just as long as its humanly possible.

We do for Tully...

...what we should have done for Limbo.

Limbo!

Limbo?

Don't drink any more, OK?

We had a good time though,

didn't we?

You haven't changed, Tyrone Lennox.

And you've sorted your life out, like we always knew you would.

There's no secret to it.

I just get on with it.

Stay in touch, OK?

And tell him...

...I'm here.

Let me be on my own.

I'm better in the tunnel on my own.

OK.

I've...

...got far more important things

to be doing anyway, so, you know...?

I'll just be in the kitchen if you need me, though, OK?

Okay do key.

♪ I hear footsteps

♪ Won't be long before we meet

♪ It's obvious

♪ Don't count me in and count me out

♪ And I'll be waiting for the show

♪ Oblivious! ♪

Do you know what I think we should do?

We should kid on that we've booked

a Kajagoogoo tribute band.

You're evil. No way.

Hey, do you need something to drink?

Go back to bed, I'll get it for you.

I don't need you to fucking get it. I can get it myself.

DOORBELL RINGS

I'll get that.

No, no, no, no, I'll get it, it's probably the air purifier I ordered.

Just go back to bed, you're annoying me now.

DOORBELL RINGS

I'm coming.

Take that fucking thing away.

We don't need a fucking air purifier.

We don't want it, we've got enough shite!

Just sign there, thanks.

Sorry, he's, he's not very well at the moment. Thanks.

Look, I know you're in a lot of pain right now,

but I'm not your cat to kick.

Then don't fucking apologise for me then.

I'm dying, end of, and I wish you'd just let me get on with it!

I love you.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

While the war poets express disgust

at the unbearable horrors of war,

they also see a glory in the sacrifice of these young soldiers.

But their disgust...

...it didn't go far enough.

There's no glory in any of it.

All wars are a catastrophe.

All deaths are a catastrophe.

But to die young is always a waste.

Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose...

...but young men think it is.

He seems to be doing quite well on the chemo.

He hates it, though.

You'll have notice, I'm sure.

Been talking about other things, too, mostly about when we were kids.

Mum always said the best times were

when you were both hanging about the house.

Your dad didn't like it, right enough.

Well, he wasn't well then.

He wasn't like that when Tully was little, he loved being round him.

Tully just doesn't remember.

Jimmy, he shouldn't have asked you

to take him to Switzerland,

not without telling Anna.

So you know then?

He's not gone about it the right way.

He can't just...

...leave her out of it and make it

a secret between you and him. I've said no.

Then just let that play out.

Just...

...I feel bad, you know?

He's my best friend and he's asked me to help him.

I know.

You love him...

...but Anna does too and she's hurting, Jimmy.

She wants him to go into a hospice and they're wonderful places,

they would make sure that he wasn't in any pain.

He wouldn't suffer, I've told him this.

That's not what he wants, is it?

No.

And you don't want him to go to

Switzerland either, do you?

You don't know my feelings.

You have a faith, Fiona.

That's irrelevant, Jimmy.

It's Tully's life, it's not mine.

He is terrified he's going to end up gasping like Woodbine.

Doesn't matter how many times I tell him

it won't be like that, he has decided.

So if that is his choice...

...then we will stand by it.

We're taking our lead from him.

We just want him to do right by Anna.

They have their secrets, don't they?

No.

They're completely transparent, they just don't know it.

I resent their "thing"

sometimes, Iona, I really do.

I resent the fact that...

...that Jimmy's had all these years

with Tully and I don't.

I won't.

Oh, Anna... The wedding...

...it was Jimmy's idea, wasn't it?

Er, not that I know of.

Yeah, come on, it was.

I know Tully, he doesn't want all the fuss.

But I do.

I really do.

So...

...I'm grateful that he suggested it.

Good. It's your day.

Oh, it's funny, the first time

Tully Dawson crashed into my life,

all I wanted to do was marry him and have his kids...

...like I'd been waiting for him my whole life.

You and Tully, you just...

...you just fit.

I'm sorry.

We know how awful this is for you, Anna.

Sorry. We do.

The chemo is so tough, Iona, it really is.

Hey. Hey.

You don't want him to die, that's not bad, yeah? Mm—hm.

Yeah, his, his oncologist says that

a strong reaction can mean that it's working.

I can see a difference in him, I really can, it's...

...it's, er, it's quite apparent.

And the chemo could give him another year,

I don't know, maybe, maybe two.

So... yeah...

...I'd settle for that.

This is the place.

We can do drinks in the drawing room...

...do the vows and eat through there.

Just a buffet, though, Tully won't

want any sit—downy shit.

Then he can eat or not.

And music —.

That's Tully's bit.

And I want photographs, loads of Tully —.

Not formal though, just, just candid.

Thank you... for this.

It's nothing.

It's everything.

He's always relied on you, hasn't he?

We relied on each other.

He took care of me.

He said it was all music and comedy.

And a few films.

Now it's all silence and death.

Hey.

It's not Tully when he snaps at you like that, he's just frustrated.

I know, I know.

And I'm OK with that,

as long as he keep's doing the chemo, we've still,

still got a chance.

We've just need to hold our nerve.

Hey, let's have another look around.

MUSIC: Totally Wired.

Get tae!

These babies are mine!

Jesus.

Whatever you're on, can we have some?!

Steroids!

Who knew?

Dexamethasone AKA Dexy's Midnight Madness!

Who knew?!

Drop your bag, come on!

Get involved!

I'm totally wired!

Well, you look better.

I'm on Class A drugs, Noodles.

But we know there's always a come down, don't we?

Nothing's changed, pal, nothing.

Crossed a lot of stuff off.

Your future bride and I are a well—oiled machine.

Though, why we need posh cars is beyond me.

To get us there,

unless you want to get the bus.

Happily.

This place has changed, eh?

Yep.

Old Woodbine wore a very particular

groove in these floorboards.

Woodbine took his shame out on us.

My dad did the same.

All the reluctant fathers.

Shit.

Why didn't I call my band that?

Eh?

That's a great name for a band.

I can't believe Anna's going along with Switzerland.

It's against everything she believes in.

She doesn't know,

not yet.

For fuck's sake.

I know.

I know.

It's illegal, you could get arrested.

Jimmy, he's asking you to help him kill himself.

Imagine how you'll feel, after, when it's over.

You'd have to live with it...

...knowing you were the one that took him there.

She'll never forgive you — Either of you.

You can't.

It'll break her heart.

Her heart is going to break either way.

He's my friend.

But Anna's going to be his wife on Saturday.

Would he do it for you?

Without hesitation.

I don't care.

You can't.

You can't.

I've said no.

Good.

I'm getting out.

I'm getting the fuck out!

Strathclyde University —

English and Russian.

Guess Susan did the business then?

It was you and Barbara too,

letting me stay at yours and making me study — all of it.

Thanks. I owe you everything, Tully.

Shut it, weirdo.

I gather you got a place.

Strathclyde, English and Russian.

Oh, that is grand.

Susan.

Mrs O'Connor to you!

You don't have to say anything.

It's all good.

Now, go and do not come back,

you hear me?

She had two brothers, you know?

Who did?

Edith Sit well, you know, the one

with the long nose and the rings?

They were called Osbert and Sacheverell.

Sacheverall, your tea's ready!

Noodles!

We're going to celebrate your great escape.

Now, we can go and see these Neds at

the Bar row lands playing for 15 minutes

with their backs to the fucking audience,

or we can go to Manchester for the best gig in fucking history.

The Shop Assistants at The Workshop on the Friday.

Then on Saturday, New Order, The Smiths,

The Fall, and the fucking rest.

If we miss this, we might as well be dead.

We're going to Manchester,

you, me, Limbo, Tibbs and Hogg,

the Ayrshire boys.

Manchester, come the fuck on!

The land of Ian Curtis and Shelagh Delaney.

Wait. Right, pick one.

Noodles...

...it's a present...

...for passing your exams and getting out.

Come on, let's go to Limbo's flat!

Woo!

CHANTING: England's getting rode!

ALL REPEAT: England's getting rode!

You bored, Davie?

I'm making something monumental.

We need a plan for when we get off the bus.

Noodles, make a list.

First, we head to the best record

shop in the history of record shops, straight there.

Straight there, record shop, beers.

Grub on the way to The Workshop,

then Shop Assistants. Don't know where we'll sleep.

Then Saturday... Go round the shops?

Fuck the shops, we see Manchester

in all its majesty.

Then the festival, the best time anyone's ever had.

Then the Hacienda.

Then we lie down...

...and then we die.

Where do you wash, Limbo?

I go to the baths every day.

You swim every day? I don't swim.

If God had meant me to swim,

he'd have given me the shoulders and buttocks of Mark Spitz.

I'll need to be numb to survive this night.

Please make full use of all the facilities.

Mi casa es su casa.

There's only one rule.

If anybody draws a cock and balls

on my forehead when I'm asleep,

I'll fucking kill them!

STRANGE CRASH

What the fuck is Hogg doing?

I'm the Jackson of Pollok.

You're the Prick of Pollok.

MUSIC: Age of Consent.

It's the burning embers of British Imperialism,

so fuck the Commonwealth Games.

We need sanctions and a boycott.

That'll be bad for Edinburgh.

How old are you, 50?

Just cos you drive a poser mobile.

It's a silver Capri.

It's a dick mobile.

You all right, Tullygarven?

Aye, just pacing myself.

This won't be our last big weekend.

Limbo's right, Hogg, you drive a shagging wagon.

Did the Prick of Pollok ever get back to you?

Nope. Didn't reply to the invite.

His loss.

You scrub up well but you still can't do a tie.

It's only a wedding. Sort yourself out, mate.

What is this, Queer Eye?

You OK?

I've never felt better.

It's going to be perfect.

How's it going, all right?

Well, you look incredible.

So do you.

This is going to be hard.

Yeah.

Come on.

You all right? You all right?

Give a kiss.

I love you. I love you.

Thought you said you were fine?

That's what you wanted me to say.

This isn't getting any better any time soon, Jimmy...

...no matter how much you and Anna wish it.

MUSIC: Pearly Dewd rops.

Hello, you.

Hello. Hello, you.

I know this might feel like a wedding,

but, in fact, it's a convention

for all the poor fuckers who've

had their lives blighted by the

madness of Tully Dawson. Come on.

We're missing a couple of those poor unfortunates tonight,

but they're with us in spirit.

A lot of spirits.

Show us your arse!

That's the encore, Tibbs.

So, Tully Dawson,

we all know he's this big and

annoyingly, ridiculously handsome bastard.

He's a unique mix of Carrot Top and Rob Lowe.

Some people are just stars...

...and Tully Dawson's the brightest.

He's given me some of the biggest laughs of my whole life

and I know that might sound like a small thing...

...but it's fucking huge.

There's nothing greater,

so I want to thank him for that.

Anna.

Anna, she's the one we really have to thank.

She's gorgeous, wise,

smart, bossy. Oi. Oi.

But, most of all, she puts up with Tully's nonsense.

In fact...

...she's put with all our nonsense.

And she's loved Tully like no

person could ever hope to be loved in their whole lifetime.

Right, let the dancing commence!

ALL CHEER

MUSIC: Street Fighter.

I once applied to Napier to study journalism,

did you know that?

They asked me to suggest a title for a column and I did —.

"Britain Is A Ropey Old Cow" —.

And I proceeded to dictate aforementioned column.

British Steel is dead, British coal is dead,

British rail is dead.

Ergo...

...Britain is a ropey old cow.

And then...

...I mooed.

Never change.

Ah.

It's weird, innit?

No Limbo.

I think about him a lot,

in that flat...

...a halo of white powder, all alone.

Nobody should die alone.

Fuck me...

...is that Hogg?

Fuck, it is.

Jimmy. Hogg.

Tibbs. Hogg.

You never replied to your invitation.

No, I'm sorry I didn't,

but, you know...

...I couldn't not come.

Is it true, that you've got six wains and three ex—wives?

Three wains and six ex—wives.

Manchester...

...that must have been the last time we were all together.

Didn't I try and batter you?

You're just children.

Manchester?

Transmission.

The festival.

I don't remember.

Tully.

Oh, ho, ho! He made it.

Good to see you. You, too.

Thought I would pop in, say hello.

And wave cheerio?

Tibbs, take Hogg and get him arseholed, will you?

Come on, son, let's get on it.

Don't let him near any paint.

Do you ever miss Iona when she's on tour?

There's one good thing,

I won't miss Anna because I won't exist.

It's you poor fuckers that'll do all the missing.

Thank you for today.

You've done us proud.

I won't forget it as long as I live.

You know what I mean.

I don't want you to feel bad about Switzerland, Noodles, I get it.

It doesn't change anything between us.

Fiona said it was asking too much of you.

She's very wise, my sister.

Why did you ask me?

I needed you to say it was OK.

IS it OK?