Gasworks got you, have they?
I'm not surprised. Nasty stuff, gas.
I knew a man once...
...put his head in a gas oven...
...and turned on the gas.
Then he changed his mind.
His head was stuck.
I smell... I smell gas.
Gas.
Gas. I smell gas.
It's gas, isn't it?
I only said it'd be nice to stay in for a change.
Just the two of us.
- Wouldn't it, eh, Billy? - No, it bloody wouldn't.
I'm sick of this house.
Bill?
Oh, Spider.
- Large Scotch. - Coming up.
- She's off. - Where's she going?
So, plumber...
...feeling better tonight, are we?
Why don't you...? Why don't you come down to the allotments?
Down the allotments? When?
Well, I'm heading off now.
Why don't you come down in a bit?
All right, plumber. Don't mind if I do.
I'm going out, Spider.
I'm gonna meet your father.
Shit!
- Are you all right? - I am now.
- Look at that. - You took a terrible fall right there.
- I've got it. I've got it. - Take the fucking things off.
- I'm all right. - You all right?
- I will be in a minute. - I bet you will.
This way.
You gonna take me right in there?
Gonna take you right in there. Yeah, I got something to show you.
- Isn't it lovely? - Home sweet home.
Two large Scotch, a pint of bitter...
...three gin, seven bags of crisps and 20 Embassy, please.
- What can I get you, dear? - I'm looking for my husband.
- Hey, she's looking for her husband. - Who's your husband, dear?
- Bill. - Bill who?
- Bill Cleg. - Bill Cleg.
Bill, you're wanted!
- Is he here? - Not if he's got any sense, he ain't.
Bill Cleg? I don't know him. Regular, is he?
No...
- Well, at least I don't think so. - Sorry, dear.
Can I get you something?
No. Thank you.
He killed her. He killed her.
Out with the old, eh, plumber?
Go on, toast me. It's romantic.
Romantic.
- I've gone all bandy. - Bandy.
What? What?
We don't care!
You'll wake up the neighbours.
They're my neighbours now, aren't they?
- That's right because you're mine now. - That's right, isn't it?
- Just you and me. - Oh, Billy.
Shit.
You bastards!
Bastards!
Keep away, you bastards...
...or I'll do the fucking lot of you!
I am not a Spaniard!
Put it down, Freddy.
Come on.
Do us all a favour.
No one said you was a Spaniard.
You bastard!
I'll cut your fucking heart out...
...with a trowel.
Don't talk to me about nonchalance.
Stay away! Keep away, you bastards...
...or I'll skin you alive!
I'm warning you!
Don't come near me!
I found a piece of glass...
...on the floor.
See, I found it on the floor.
There it is.
We was worried about that one.
Take your eye out, that would.
One.
Two.
Stop.
Kitchener Street.
How does that sound?
We're gonna go to the shops.
We'll get you some food.
I'll just put you in your buggy. There's a good girl.
Right. Off we go. Let's go.
It's not fair, is it?
It's ridiculous.
What are you looking at me like that for?
You really have turned into a most peculiar boy recently.
No wonder your father's worried about you.
What's the matter with you?
Your toast.
Here's your toast.
Dripping if you want it.
Your father might be home early today.
Be a bloody wonder if everything gets done.
You ask yourself, is it worth it?
Yes, it's true we murdered your mother.
Try and think of me as your mother now.
They told me to go back for the giblets, can you believe it?
Murderer.
- What are you saying? - You're both murderers.
God!
All right. Down in the cellar. I've had enough of this.
Come here, you! Get down the cellar right now.
Come back here!
And don't bother coming back!
Murderer!
Bloody hell.
- Bloody hell. - Murderer.
Murderer.
You're both murderers.
Silent night
Holy night
All is calm
All is bright
Round yon virgin
Mother and child
Holy infant
So tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly
Peace
Sleep in heavenly
Peace
Dennis?
Dennis.
Dennis?
You all right?
Come on, Dennis.
Come here. I wanna talk to you.
What is the matter with you, Dennis?
Why are you so angry with us?
- You're making your mother unhappy. - She's not my mother!
Not this again. Who is she, then?
Who is she, Dennis?
- Who is she? - She's a tart.
You cheeky monkey. I should smack your head.
She's a cheap tart.
You killed my mum, you murderer! You bloody murderer!
Dennis...
...do you know what you're saying?
Are you...? Are you daft?
I don't know where you get your ideas from.
You're by yourself too much.
You need some mates.
When I was your age, I had mates.
Every young lad needs, needs mates.
Dennis.
You still think I done her in?
Answer me.
Do you think I done her in?
Thank God for that.
All right. Let's go home, then. Come on.
Sorry.
- All right, then? - All right now.
You sit yourselves down.
I went out, and I got something nice for your supper.
Wakey, wakey.
Well, Mr. Cleg?
What are you looking at me like that for?
Say something, Mr. Cleg.
Cat got your tongue?
Someone...
She...
Now...
...I'm missing a spare set of keys.
I left them on this table last night...
...and when I came down this morning, they were gone.
Well?
Mr. Cleg?
What do you know about my spare keys?
A spare set of keys.
Several keys on a ring.
Keys.
Mr. Cleg.
Look at your room, Mr. Cleg!
This filthy thing!
It will come down.
I ask you again, Mr. Cleg...
...where are my keys?
Who are you?
Don't play dumb with me, my friend.
All right. You leave me no alternative.
Arms out, legs apart.
What a magpie you are.
Where have you hidden them, eh?
Nothing to say to me, Mr. Cleg?
Not really.
- You all right? - You hurt my hands.
- I'm so sorry. - It's an excuse to give you a cuddle.
Is it? I'll take care of them.
Come on!
It don't work.
Fucking plumbing's off.
You're a plumber.
Fucking toilets don't work.
You stay here.
For God's sake, somebody help me, please!
For God's sake!
For God's sake.
You did this.
You did your mum in.
You killed your mother.
You murdered your mum.
Oh, God.
What have you done?
You ready to come back to us, then, old son?
You got a smoke? You got a smoke, John?