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DANTE:
I had words come into my head.

I have to go back and stand there
to get the feeling sometimes.

Then I always step back.

THEY GRUNT

Leave him alone.
I will never see him again.

I swear by almighty God.

BARDON: My dad took delivery of all
the ingredients needed to make bombs.

I will not be part of your plans
to murder people!

Be needing this.
There's gonna be another wee bang.

DANTE: Fiona, last night I wrote a poem
that could also be a song.

It's about you.

They call this harmony.

You'll do the tune,
and I'll sort of talk and growl.

And I need to think of a way
of getting Jeannie back.

The acoustics in this place are amazing.

A recording studio made by God.

Your dad says God can help me.

Then my dad's your man.

ESTELLA:
He's my man.

DEUCE:
Gregory, what you doing back here?

It's gonna be OK, Dad
cos I'm a soldier and I have a plan.

You're in a lot of trouble, Bardy.
They have your name for the train station.

I need to give them a big fish

so they let you and your dad
off the hook.

BARDON:
I'm not made for this kind of work.

EAMONN:
Kieran Doherty was just 25 years old.

He died today of starvation.

Consider that.

Think how the body craves.

And how strong the resolve must be.

Kieran Doherty refused food for 73 days.

Consider that.

73 days.

Where every voice in your head
is begging your soul to give in.

MUSIC: "The Foggy Dew" by Odetta

That is the spirit at large
among our people.

That spirit of defiance

and outrage

and anger

can only be inspired by
the most despotic injustice.

Innocents shot in the back.

Shot walking to school.

Houses broken into in the night
by soldiers.

Mothers humiliated.

Fathers dragged away
to camps for no reason

other than their belief
in justice and freedom.

And now our volunteers
locked up like common criminals.

All that happening to people like us.

Just a few minutes across
a narrow stretch of sea.

Ordinary men and women.

Made giants and heroes
by the infamy of occupation.

WIRE SIZZLES

Bardon.

How we respond to our oppression
will be remembered forever

in songs like the songs you sing,
Bardy boy.

TERRY:
You speak very well, Eamonn.

I hope that the boy listens
as well as you speak.

Right.

She's ready.

Let's go.

THUNDER RUMBLES

JEANNIE:
Jesus.

I have a question.

I made that promise that I made
in your name for a reason.

Not because I wanted to.

I did it to save a boy.

I imagine you'll know him.

Dante.

You know what he's like.

Helpless sucker.

He's not really like anything.

Anyway, I made the promise
that I made in your name

to save him from a beating.

Now I need your permission...

to break that promise.

How'd you feel, Bardon?

I feel OK.

So why did you just forget to indicate?

The last thing we want is to be
picked up for a traffic offence.

D'you want some music?

You like music.

MUSIC PLAYS

Tell me, how's your music thing going?

It's going OK.

Doing music with Dante?

Yeah.

He's a strange boy.

Yeah.
- I'm talking for a reason.

To be calm,
you have to think of other things.

It relaxes you.

I don't like this stuff on the radio.

Alright.

What do you like?

Our own stuff.

Tell me about the music you're making.

Ska. Two tone.

Never heard of it.

It's a mix of things, black and white.

Are you telling me no Irish ballads?

Bit of everything.

From Birmingham and Coventry.

We're mixing everything up.

So you're going to be famous,
are you, Bardon?

Yeah.

One way or another.

MUSIC: "On My Radio" by The Selecter

What's happened
to your promise to Jesus?

I had a very open conversation with him.

He knows you, and he likes you.

He knows me through my dad,
most probably.

Anyway, he said it's OK.

He said I only made the promise
to stay away from you to save you.

And to break a bad promise
for a good reason is OK.

So... I can see you again.

What do you think?

Jeannie, I don't want to talk
because I'm saving my voice.

Now that I'm a singer as well as a poet

I've made a resolution
to only use 700 words a day

to save my vocal cords.

How many have you used today?
- 12.

Not counting since I met you.

So don't talk.

Listen, the main reason
I needed to see ya...

my dad fixes his factory rooves.

I go with him sometimes.

He's working on a place in Coventry.

I was there today.

And it's fucking perfect.

Perfect for what?
- For us to record in!

To record my songs,
I need a place that is as much like

Coventry Cathedral as possible.

Dante, this place is like a cathedral.

And it's empty for six months.

It's in Coventry, so Bardon's
got no excuse for not turning up.

Come on, or we'll miss the bus!

EAMONN:
When we get to the street

we've had a volunteer
disable the lamppost

directly outside the exchange.

Park in the darkness.
Clear your lights before you park.

Once we park,
we get out and go our separate ways.

There's a phone box on the Alcester Road.

We've checked. It's working.

You know the code word?

Yeah.

After you've made a call,
go to your pub where people know you.

I don't go to any pubs.

I'm still studying, you know.
- You are?

Still handin' in my essays
like a good boy.

That's good. That's OK.
Keep everything else in your life normal.

HE SCOFFS
Normal, yeah?

Fuck!

BRAKES SCREECH

Steady.
Jesus, you'll blow us all to hell.

We'll just drive through.
- There's a fucking great hole in the road.

TERRY:
Well, find another way then.

The exchange is on a dead end.
This is the only way in.

Well, that's real bad luck, right?

Fucking awful bit of bad luck, right?

In this town,
they dig up the roads all the time.

I need to call command.

Fuck making a call. This timer is set.

30 minutes,
this van gets blown to hell.

Let's just find a police station
and park outside.

I can't just pull a target out of the
fucking air without speaking to command.

They want no civilian casualties.

Wait. Who the fuck is that?

Dad, just tell me where to drive
and I'll drive.

The boy sounds anxious.

No...

we'll go back and unload.

Terry, disable the timer.

Shit!

TERRY: They dug a hole
right where we wanted to go.

Awful, awful bad luck.

DANTE:
Ba!

Ba!
SOUND ECHOES

Ba!

Baaaa!

So what d'you think?

You're right.

It's a cathedral!
VOICE ECHOES

JEANNIE:
We can record everything here.

DANTE:
Bo!

Ba!

So, now that we have a place to record

rehearse...

all that we need
to turn my dream into reality

is somebody who knows
what the fuck they are doing.

MUSIC: "Israelites"
by Desmond Dekker

slaving for bread, sir

they packed up and leave me

"I was yours to be seen"

trousers is gone

like Bonnie and Clyde

The wanderer returns.

Her Majesty finally had
the good sense to get rid of me.

You know, when I hugged you...

I felt something touch my heart.

Oh, yes.

Here it is.

GUN CLICKS

You have a use for this
in our peaceful city?

I've decided I want to make money.

Lots of money.

And in order to make money,
I need to do things that I'm good at.

Before I left, I was capable.

Now I've been trained
to a high level, and...

think I can take on some
high-level work.

HE SIGHS

And you want to work for me?

No.

I've heard you're setting up
a powder room.

I don't want to be part of that.
- You heard that from who?

Come on, Robbie, it's me.
- I asked you a question.

OK.

So next you're gonna shout

"Heard it from fucking who?",
and pull out your gun

and start screaming and shouting
until I get scared

and say, "Oh, I heard it from Wire,
Mr Coleman."

And you'll snarl
and fire around into the ceiling

as if Wire's a dead man.

But you can spare me the theatre

because you know that Wire told me
about your plans

cos he knows he can trust me.

And you know you can trust me

cos I've seen you sobbing
like a kid and shaking like a leaf.

I know where all your horrors are buried.

I know what scares ya.

Don't treat me like staff.
- No smoking.

Fuck off.

LIGHTER FLICKS

HE EXHALES
I've been gone for three years.

I don't want to work for ya.

But I do need information about
who's out there in the city I can trust.

And I wanna get permission from those
whose permission I will need

to do the work I want to do.

You don't need permission
from the Zulus.

There are people in this city
more powerful than them

and you know who I mean.

Our friends in Sparkhill.

I have no friends in Sparkhill.

Every construction contract
that goes on in this city

goes through the hands
of our Irish friends in Sparkhill.

Including the contractors
doing this place.

I don't dig up roads.

I don't sell cement.

I don't deal in bricks.

I'm going to rob banks, Mr Carmen.

I'm going to rob airports
and safe deposit boxes.

So I need to know which banks
I should avoid

which cargo flights I should leave alone

and which boxes I should not open.

Before I start
breaking the law in this city

I need to know the rules.

Most important of all,
I don't want to upset anyone in Sparkhill.

I have no friends in Sparkhill.

But...

I do have a dialogue with some of them.

I would like to start a similar dialogue.

And why would they talk to you?
You're an ex-soldier.

That was dismissed with dishonour

for being Catholic
and having Irish family.

And there may even be things
that I know about how the British Army

operates in Belfast
that might be of interest to them.

Are you fucking insane?

No, Robbie. I'm in a rush.

You would involve yourself
in that lethal shit?

I owe my former employers nothing.

But thanks to them,
I do have a lot of secrets in my head.

So next time you're speaking
to the people in Sparkhill

tell them that.

Tell them that I'm planning
to start my operation

and I'm interested in doing a deal.

A deal?

With the RA?

They will use you
for their own purposes

and then they will put you
under a fucking motorway!

As long as they put me under
the fast lane, it's OK.

Virgil.

If I can't have you...

I keep hearing encouraging
stories about your kid brother.

He can give a beating
and he can take a beating.

My brother has given and taken
all the beatings he ever will.

You and I will do business

but you will leave the boy in the hands
of the angels and devils of music.

My brother has decided
he wants to be a rock star.

I've come for the audition.

The advert said you're forming a band.

We're just waiting
for our lead singer to arrive.

He's just messing about while we wait.

D'you come far?
- WOMAN: Sutton Coldfield.

What instrument do you play?
- Drums.

Do you have drums?

No.

Dante?
- Yeah?

We have a drummer with no drums
here for an audition.

Hello, Dante.

Look, if this is really embarrassing,
I'll just leave.

You play drums?

Is...

No, not really.

I thought drums might be
easiest to fake.

You just hit 'em with a stick.

That's probably a really stupid
thing to say.

But, Dante,
I think you're going to be successful.

And I want to be part of it somehow.

Did you like the song I gave you?

Birdsong?

Yeah, I loved it.

It's part of the reason I came.

I think you've got something.

I wrote it for my nan.

Oh.
- That was just a demo.

We can record it properly
now we have our studio.

But, Fiona, the thing is

when I put that advert up at college

I meant we need people
who can really play.

I'm serious about this.

I've decided this is my life.

I want somebody to join us
who knows more than we do.

Somebody who will help us do it properly.

At the beginning, I just wanted
to write a song to give to you

but now it's not about you anymore.

This is what I want to do
with my whole life.

So I have to take it seriously
and do it right.

And then...

when we're good enough,
I want you to be in the audience.

You can dance.

What have you done to your hair?

SHE TUTS
Dante!

OK.

I understand.

I've written a new song.
Can stay and listen if you like.

No, it's OK.

I want to be professional.

Yeah. You said.

I get it.

Dante!

What happened to your word count?

Much better when you say nothing.

I'm speaking again.

My dad says my voice sounds better
when it's rough.

BARDON:
Who was that?

And why was she crying?

Crying?

Oh, Dante.

Was she here to audition?

That was the famous girl
from Sutton Coldfield.

The girl you love?

I think Dante has a new love.

Music.
- OK.

Here is the second song that I've written,
and it's even better than the first.

I'll show you,
but it needs your voice, Bardon.

I wrote it for your mum.

It's called Estella.

And it goes like this.

KEYBOARD PLAYS

JEANNIE:
We'll go from the top.

What key are we in?
- A.

COINS CLINK

PHONE RINGS
-

ANSWERPHONE BEEPS
- DEUCE: Estella.

I have not heard from you for a while

and I was wondering if you are OK.

I hope you are taking care of yourself.

I am always here if you need me.

PHONE HANGS UP
- ANSWERPHONE BEEPS

SONG CONTINUES DISTANT, DISTORTED

Come on, Dante, let's get the bus home.

I don't get the bus home.

Please don't tell her. It's too weird.

What's weird?

DANTE: It's not weird.
- What's not weird?

I'm staying at
Bardon's mum's flat for a bit

so I can be near the studio.

Dante sleeps on a settee

where he can overlook
the M6 fucking motorway.

What part of that isn't weird?

I make her breakfast
and water down her vodka.

And listen to her drunken stories.

And listen to her sing.

And then a song comes to me.

You have to sing what you do.

You have to sing your life.

You should write a song
about your life, Bardon.

Something about telling
your dad to leave you alone.

What the fuck do you know
about my life, Dante?

I know things, Bardon.

Found something
that I know everything about.

I know if you're going
to sing my songs

you've got to sing without fear.

Oh, and by the way...

I've decided Estella's
going to sing backing vocals for us.

OK, I'm going.

Dante, please tell me
that last part was a joke.

Dante.

I don't think Dante does jokes.

Not about music. Not anymore.

Even Mrs Sutton Coldfield
couldn't divert him.

He's giving this everything.

So what happens to him
when nothing happens for us?

Oh, shit. Missed my last bus!

It's alright. We've got to go
to Birmingham anyway.

We'll hitch a lift.

DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE

MUFFLED MUSIC PLAYS

MUSIC: "Sun Is Shining"
by Bob Marley and the Wailers

Hey, do you, erm...

d'you wanna come in
for a cup of tea or something?

HE SIGHS
No, I've got a meeting.

SHE LAUGHS
What are ya, a businessman?

What meeting?

You really...

really don't want to know.

Is Dante right?

Are you doing something dangerous?

Come here.

Fuck off then.

where I stand

OK. First, the good news.

I told the others

I want you to do
backing vocals for the band

and they said it was a brilliant idea.

Also, I've made you breakfast.

Oh, God.

The bad news is,
you've been burgled.

They broke in while you were asleep.

You must have been sleeping very deeply.

What you talking about?

They made a mess.

Cleared it up, but...

things have been taken.

They must have known it was benefit day.

Your handbag is empty.
Your purse is gone.

Nothing else to steal.

You must have been sleeping...
very deeply.

Deeply?

I must have been dead.

I could hardly take those rings off myself.

How did I not feel it?

How do I not feel?

Why don't you eat the breakfast I made?

Oh...

SHE COUGHS AND VOMITS

SHE SIGHS

LIGHTER FLICKS

A day dawns when you know
you can't go on like this.

It's a line from one of my songs.

Estella...

Why don't we make that day today?

That one's yours.

Sit down, by it.

Need a good reason to be sat
by the canal at 06:00 in the morning.

Before we start, I want to say thanks.

What for?

For getting the road outside
the telephone exchange dug up.

Did they buy it as a coincidence?

The man who sets
the detonators is called Terry.

Terry.

OK.
- He's suspicious as hell.

Well, that's unfortunate.

I'll deal with it.

What does that mean?

You mean the boys at the branch'll
have 'em face down in a canal?

It means I'll deal with it.

Caught a fish, Bardy.
- What?

Your float's gone under.

Reel it in.
- Fuck's sake.

No. Reel it in.

FISHING ROD WINDS
- Yeah. Other way.

I have no idea what I'm doing.

Not so hard.

Going the wrong way.

Bardy...
- Fuckin' hell.

Well, you lost the fish.

Don't give a fuck.

Fucking...

I don't know how to be a fisherman

and I don't know how to be
an undercover fucking grass.

Well, to be honest

the two activities are very similar.

Put bait on a hook and you wait.

Am I the bait or the hook?

You are the bait.

I am the hook.

Well, my line's tangled to fuck.

Well...

already, you've given me
the bomb maker's name is Terry.

That's good.

The branch'll have him on the directory.

Was he tall, short, fat, thin?

Skinny, brown hair?

OK, that'll be enough.

Already I'm of use.

Last night, another hunger striker
died cos of the cause.

A cause I fundamentally believe
is just and good.

Bardy, don't bring good, bad
and justice into this.

We're both just saving our arses.

It's this or 30 years.

If I'm caught, I'm dead.

You won't get caught.

We'll both soon be free to live our lives.

Just stay calm and do as I say.

Stay close to your dad.

Go to the Gate Hangs Well pub.

Listen out for the mention of
someone named Lemongrass.

Lemongrass?

If you hear the name,
they've taken the bait.

You can go now, Bardy.

I'll untangle the line for you.

Actually, how's my brother?

Your mad fucking brother is
blissfully unaware of the awful truth.

But he does seem to have the uncanny
ability to hear the truth in my voice.

MUSIC: "Hong Kong Garden"
by Siouxsie and the Banshees

You the girl who's with Dante?

Yeah.

He told me you work here.

Did he send you here?
- Nah.

I sent myself.

Made a fool of myself, didn't I?

When you left,
you had tears in your eyes.

Poor me.

Do you sing?

Not much.

Pretty useless all round.

How'd he make you cry?

By telling me the truth.

Yeah.

He does that.

Mostly, I don't care what people think

but I actually got my hair cut.

Looks really good.

Do you dance?

That I can do. Why?

I'm guessing Dante
was never your boyfriend

because he's not really human.

SHE CHUCKLES

What planet is he from, do you think?

He can write, though.

Yeah.

He recorded a song for me.

You were the girl from Sutton Coldfield.

Oh, is that who I am?

He kept talking about you.

Said he loved ya.

I was just fuel for his poetry.

You say you made
a fool of yourself, well...

you don't look foolish at all.

In fact, the other night
when I saw you on those stairs

I thought, wow.

There.

The image complete.

My breakfast.

You are a dark horse.

It's OK in here?

Police leave us alone.

Premises are owned by a guy
called Carmen.

He owns half the city.

How difficult is it to learn the drums?

We need a drummer.

Drummers are easy to find.

What we really need is someone
who knows the record business.

Somebody who knows what people like,
what records people are buying.

People who buy records are boring.

I'd rather learn the drums.

We fuck this up

I don't think Dante will survive,
so I don't want to fuck it up.

Dante says you run this shop
on your own.

So you must know the independent labels.

You do gigs here, talent scouts come.

SHE SCOFFS
Worst people on Earth.

But you know them.

Are you saying you want me
to work for you?

No.

I'm saying I want us to work for you.

Either we're gonna fly
or we're gonna crash and burn.

But we are gonna do it professionally.

You're fucking mad, Virgil.

We Zulus have a golden rule.

A fucking strict policy.

Even Carmen has the same rule.

Don't fuck with Sparkhill
and don't fuck with the RA.

I just need the room for an hour.

I want 'em to see that I have
associates who care for my welfare.

As soon as you come back to town

every boat in Birmingham
is fucking rocking.

Just make sure nobody
breaks into or steals their car.

If it was anybody but you, Virgil

I would not even think
about having those fuckers in here.

If they even know your name,
you're on a list.

Should I bring your drinks?

IRA don't drink alcohol until after six.

No rum or whiskey until ten.

Show 'em in for me, will ya?

Here we fucking go.

We got a message
you wanted to meet representatives

of the recreation committee
of the Sparkhill Gaelic Football Club.

I used to play in Belfast.

But the side I played for dropped me.

Yes, we know.

We know everything about you.

Shoe size?

Size nine.

Afraid of spiders.

Three tours of duty.
Belfast, Derry, Drumcree.

Front foot fucker.

Discharged on grounds
of psychiatric disorder.

Do you know the real reason
I was discharged?

Just assume we know everything.

Everything.

The message said
you might have something for us.

Well, I'm hoping that going forward

I can have a favourable
relationship with ya.

What do you have for us, Virgil?

It is more a question

of knowing how much they know
than how they know it.

How much who knows about what?

Your boys went to the exchange

but the council had dug a hole in the road.

Wasn't a coincidence.

You have an informant in Coventry.

The Brits have gave him
the codename Lemongrass.

I know who it is.

But I don't know for sure who you are.

For all I know

you could be the informants yourselves.

So I need to meet your boss.

I will offer up the name for free,
as a gesture

to begin our relationship in a cordial way.

We'll be in touch.

Don't go far.

Don't be going anywhere.

I will be here, among my friends
who are very kind to me.

You're very fortunate then.
We're working-class people

who share a common goal.

You are my brothers
and I'm happy to be working with you.

You're in this now.

There's no getting out.

DOOR SHUTS

FRONT DOOR OPENS

FRONT DOOR SHUTS

DOOR OPENS

That was quick.

Is that good or bad?

Either I'll be dead within 24 hours or...

I've got their attention.

MUSIC: "Danny Boy" by Jackie Wilson

EAMONN:
Is that the little fucker?

BARDON:
Yeah, that's him.

- BOYS YELL

No! No!

DISTANT DOOR SLAMS

- BOY PANTS

Oh, fuck!

Dad.

BOY PANTS

You ransacked the home of my wife?

You stole the rings I gave her
from her fucking fingers?

We didn't know
she was connected to the Gate pub!

We didn't know!

Well, now you do.

And now it's too late

to save your only
physical means of propulsion.

HE SCREAMS
- No, Dad, no!

This is not Belfast.

And they did Mum no harm.

No! No, please!

KNEECAP CRUNCHES
- HE WAILS

OK! OK, you're done!

You're done.

BOY SOBS

Now we do what we agreed.

You two shits
better leave my mother alone

or next time it'll be a bullet
in the fucking head

courtesy of the Coventry Battalion

Irish Republican Army.

BOY:
I'm sorry!

I'm sorry!

Tell me where you sold the rings.

GUITAR STRUMS

KNOCK ON DOOR

Who's that?

Delivery.

DOOR OPENS

DOOR SHUTS

Hello, Mum.

I've got something for ya.

How did you get them back?

We found the burglars.

Who's we?
- Me and Dad.

GUITAR STRUMS

And what form of persuasion did you use?

Bardon, what do you think
of my playing?

I asked you a question, Bardon.

I thought you might say thank you.

Bardon, these are the chords
for Good Golly, Miss Molly.

Dante, will you shut up?
- Did you use a gun

as a form of persuasion, Bardon?

Did you lay hold of a gun
belonging to the organisation, Bardon?

I thought you might say thank you.

DOOR SLAMS
- Go with him.

DOOR SHUTS

Basically, most songs are A-minor

C, F and G, usually in the same order.

Nearly all rock music is just that.

I can do Blue Suede Shoes.

What the fuck, Dante?

What the fuck is it all about?

Chords.

Like words.

Repeated.

Like a map.

Or like stones across a river
where the river is the beat.

Lately...

when I close my eyes

I can see music.

Can actually see it.

I see shapes and colours and faces.

It's like my head is a fucking circus.

Even my dreams now
are pieces of music with pictures.

Sometimes, I'm scared of what I see.

Fucking scared.

Dante.

I think you and me need a drink.

BRAKES SCREECH

Get on the ground!

Armed police! Get on the ground!

MUSIC: "Since You Been Gone" by Rainbow
- Go!

Right, you!

Right, get up!

Get in the car. Get in!

BRAKES SCREECH

DOG BARKS

GOSPEL MUSIC PLAYS

Hello, Jeff? It's Fiona.

Somebody dropped off a tape
I think you should listen to.

HE WHEEZES

Hallelujah! Hallelujah, Praise the Lord!

Praise the Lord.

Tonight...

I'm going to talk to you

about temptation.

Look.

Yeah, Dante told me what happen.

I got them back.

But you're not wearing them.

I don't approve of the way
they were retrieved.

And I don't anymore
like what they represent.

This place look innocent and sweet, but...

after dark,
this is where the drugs deals is done.

Good.

Without vodka, I need a bit of a lift.

How was my son?

In the past, has he tended
to become obsessed by things?

Identifying birds.

He set up a bird table
on a 22nd-floor window ledge

and it fall into someone's car.

THEY CHUCKLE

Then there was space and spacemen.

That lasted for a while.

But he is an angel.

I want to make sure he's OK.

That's because you are an angel as well.

And this angel knows that

if she sets off for home tonight

she will detour to a shop
that sells booze.

And when I wake up tomorrow

there'll be another black hole in my life.

And you know?

You know it when you know it.

And you know that's true.

Then don't go home.

HORNS HONK

Dante.

I told you before.
It's not what you think.

This is my church.

What the fuck are you doing?

It used to be the words would come and...

I would put them in the right order,
and that was OK.

It was like having a job in an office.

Now music comes

but it comes like pictures
that are alive and...

crashing waves.

And some of them I can't look at,
but I have to look.

It's like having a job in hell.

Tonight they arrested Bardon.

HORNS HONK

Police with guns came.

They won't let him out. Ever.

I need him.

Without him, I can't get this stuff
out of my head

and onto a tape. Not ever.

Dante, they're not gonna
keep him forever.

How do you know?
- They'll let him go day after tomorrow

for lack of evidence.

Look, I didn't wanna have to
tell you any of this.

It was me that set Bardon up to be lifted.

He was attracting too much suspicion

so having him arrested
should remove some of that.

And, yeah,
they give him a bit of a beating

but it's just to make it look real.

And then they'll let him go.

You set it up?

Yeah, I did.

I'm trying to save his life.

He's my fucking lead singer!

Yeah, and if it wasn't for me

he'd be a lead singer
mixed into concrete.

And telling you that
got you to get off the edge

didn't it, you stupid fucking bastard?

I wasn't gonna jump.

I was just praying.

Go to church like normal people.

I'm not normal people.

Yeah, well, no one is.

Not round here.

Should go get a drink.

Nah.

Let's go home.

OK.

Come on.

DISTANT CHUCKLING

DOOR OPENS

You're back early.

You're in bed early.

What you doing here, Dante?

What's Estella's cigarette lighter
doing here?

LIGHTER FLICKS

You look a bit tired, Dad.

Should probably go back to bed.

I'm going to bed as well.

You staying for good?

I'm about to make a decision.

DOOR SHUTS

GREGORY CHUCKLES

I'm happy for you, Dad.

I am.

But just make sure

that you lift her up, and...

don't let her drag you down.

ECHOING HORNS HONK

DANTE (VO):
Hendrix, Holiday, Joplin, Morrison.

ECHOING GLASS SHATTERS

Vicious, Williams, Bonham.

Did the words come at you like hail?

Did the music make the words fail you?

A mountain in your head

with music streams drowning your day

and flooding your dreams.

Should I rise with it?

Like a car in a tsunami.

Will I go with the tide or will I go...

barmy?

Gone already, that's for sure.

So in for a penny,
no desire for a cure.

Let it come.

Let it flow. Let college go to hell.

Add to the previous list, this...

Brummie rude boy

as well.

Heaven.

Or hell.

I don't care.

Let it come.

MUSIC: "Blue Moon"
performed by Celeste

in my heart