Yeah? So?
He's fucked off! He's got the hump over that picture!
What picture?
[JANET GIGGLING]
You walked off with his mum's picture. What have you done with it?
VALERIE: What you laughing at? JANET: I told him, Ray's...
Ray's upset about that picture.
We've had murders over that, you little git!
If you're coming in, get upstairs. He's on his way over with that Mark.
- Yeah? Fuck him! - What you done with the picture?
Sold it, mate.
JANET: Come in. We'll hide you under the bed.
BILLY: Don't be daft.
- I only come up to give you this. JANET: What's this?
BILLY: That's for you and Nan. Because...
...she lends me fags when I ain't got them...
...she makes me cups of tea and all that lot.
You know what I mean? I'm a bit flush at the minute, so it's all right. Okay?
- See you later. - Billy, take it back! We don't want it!
BILLY: That's yours, all right? I'll see you in a week. Ta-ta, Val!
I don't want big Ray getting hold of me, you know what I mean?
You bring back that picture, right? It was his mother's!
[GIGGLING]
BILLY: Mum, you still upset with me? - No, I love you!
BILLY: No, mate, I'll tell you what your fucking mate's done, right?
He's done what they call a cold shake.
Can't heat them up, it fucking clogs the syringe.
You mix it with water, cold water.
No, warm water, yeah. Warm water.
Shake it till it dissolves. You've got to crush them up.
And that's it. I mean, you don't fucking pop them.
I mean, you get a buzz, but you won't get a rush.
JOHN: No, but they was morphine. - That's morphine.
They're fucking pure, ain't they?
- Hey, Schmuddie, give us a fag. SCHMUDDIE: I ain't got one.
- What's that? - It's a spliff.
- I don't want a spliff, I want a fag. - Do you?
Fuck you!
BILLY: People do not die from purity. It's the cut that shuts down the system.
- You've got the cigarettes... BILLY: A bad cut will kill you faster.
It's the swag they put in it that kills you, John.
You got, like, one-third heroin, right? Then you got your dormaine...
...that's your sleeping powder. That's your nod.
- Then you got quinine... - What are you, a fucking chemist?
BILLY: That gives you the rush.
Then you got all the other fucking crap they cut with it.
- What's that? DANNY: It's a dog, isn't it?
BILLY: What are you, having a laugh? - Lovely, isn't it?
- Look, look, John. - It's my dog. It's lovely.
BILLY: Looks like a fucking gerbil.
Fuck off, it's a man-eater. Cunt. Fucking gerbil, look!
BILLY: John, have a look. DANNY: Fucking lovely little thing.
- Fuck off! Gerbil. - How can that be a dog, though?
DANNY: It's gonna be a beautiful thing. BILLY: How old is that?
DANNY: About six weeks. - No, that's a fucking week old.
- Where'd you get it? DANNY: I found it.
BILLY: Fucking take care, mate. DANNY: Lovely, ain't it?
BILLY: Pretty little thing, ain't it? DANNY: Yeah.
I'll tell you, we had a fucking dog years ago, beautiful dog, it was.
All Stations, it was. [DANNY GIGGLES]
What?
[LAUGHING]
That's what I used to call it.
Like, that's what I thought they was saying when I was little. All Stations.
German shepherd.
Judy, her name was. Yeah, me dad fucking put her down when I was little.
I went on holiday with me nan...
...and when I come back, he's fobbed us off...
...with some right swaggy story about how it bit someone over at the park.
The lying cunt.
I fucking loved that dog.
That broke my heart, that did.
You know what I mean?
Fucking... That dog never bit no one, did it, Dan?
DANNY: No, a lovely dog.
That's what I mean. That's what I mean.
You fucking... You know, you go away, right?
I went hop-picking with me nan, right?
The first thing I wanted to do when I got back was to see the dog, right?
All right, because I missed it and all that, and it was fucking dead.
I tell you, man...
...he was just fucking mean, my old man.
Spiteful cunt.
He didn't care about what other people felt. He couldn't give a toss.
DANNY: Do you ever see him? - No. Fuck him, no.
He was a dipper, he was. That's how he started off, full-on thief.
If it weren't nailed down, he'd have it in his coat. Dan will tell you.
DANNY: Proper geezer. - Like, Dan's dad and my dad used to...
DANNY: Many moons ago. - Many moons ago...
...they used to fucking run together.
JOHN: So, what's he away for, then?
BILLY: Oh, um...
What's he away for?
He loved his mum.
But, I mean, he loved her to bits.
And he found out that his dad was having it off with some young bird.
So he went around there and waited outside her house. Waited all night.
When she got up in the morning and, like, come out and get the milk...
...he fucking stabbed her.
That's it, stabbed her to death, then went to try and do the old man!
He didn't die, the old man.
I seen him once or twice.
But, yeah, they banged him up. Aimed the fucking...
DANNY: Look where you're going! SCHMUDDIE: Fuck off!
Hold the fucking dog! Coming in, you fucking asshole!
- Do you want it with me, you wanker?! BILLY: Hey! Dan, that's enough, mate.
DANNY: Fuck him! The fucking fat cunt!
- You fucking stupid asshole! BILLY: What's going on?
- What's going on? Where's the dog? - Fucking wanker! Fucking asshole!
BILLY: Is he all right? - Look at the size of the fucking dog!
- It's fucking shaking! BILLY: Where's the dog? Is he all right?
- What happened? DANNY: It's shaking!
BILLY: You think that's clever? He's got a fucking dog in his hands!
- I saw that. DANNY: Fuck off!
Fucking asshole!
What the fuck is that all about?
Fuck! What's the matter with you?
DANNY: Fucking hell. Fucking cunt.
Yeah, you cunt! You want it?!
SCHMUDDIE: You fucking wanker!
DANNY: Do you want it, you cunt?!
- Do you want it with me?! SCHMUDDIE: Fucking hell.
Fucking hell.
[GLASS CRUNCHING]
PETER: Lovely.
- Two shots. VALERIE: Two shots.
- Pah! PETER: Finish the game up here, watch.
VALERIE: You won't. PETER: Watch.
VALERIE: No.
Serves you right.
WOMAN: What? - No, nothing.
VALERIE: I'll double this one now.
See, like that.
PETER: Watch this one.
How many shots is that?
VALERIE: Twenty-eight.
PETER: Long one, in the corner pocket.
[GIGGLING]
VALERIE: What to go for?
I wanna go for that one there, but I'll have to chip it around the side.
Oh, hello.
- Where'd you go? - Here.
Come out for a drink with Mum. You was sparked out on the settee.
I told Mark where I was.
- You coming home? - Yeah, in a bit.
- I'm going home now. - Why don't you stay and have a drink?
I don't want a drink. I've had a drink.
- I'm going home. You coming? - Yeah, in a bit.
- Well, how long you gonna be? - I don't know. I'm gonna finish me drink.
Where's your drink? You ain't drinking your fucking drink...
...you're playing pool. You can drink at home.
It's over there with Mum. Don't worry about it.
I'll catch up later. I'll get a cab. I got to pick Michelle up, anyway.
Don't worry about it, Ray, I won't be long.
I won't tell you again. Put the fucking cue down...
...drink your fucking drink and get in the cunting car, now.
Do as you're fucking told.
PETER: Liven up, Val. Take your shot, love.
JANET: He's upset her. VALERIE: Give us me jacket, Mum.
JANET: What's the matter, love? VALERIE: Got the hump about something.
JANET: I'm pissed off with him, that's all.
VALERIE: I'll give you a bell tomorrow. - All right.
PAULA: Look after yourself. - See you, Val.
JANET: What's wrong with him? - Why does he do it? She's pregnant.
JANET: I know. PETER: What's that about?
He's going mental. Had a right pop at her.
JANET: Did he have a go at you? - No, I thought he'd give me a dig.
MARK: All right, babe? VALERIE: All right, Mark.
Where we going first? Your nan's? Pick up Michelle?
Yeah.
I know somethíng that you don't know.
That's ríght. Jack. The man ís clear ín hís mínd...
DANNY: "...but his soul is mad.
Oh, yeah.
He's dying, I think.
He hates all this. He hates it.
But...
...the man's a...
He reads poetry out loud, all right?
And a voice...
A voice.
He likes you because you're still alive.
He's got plans for you.
No, no. I'm not gonna help you.
You're gonna help him, man. You're gonna help him.
What are they gonna say when he's gone?
Because he dies when it dies, man! When it dies, he dies!
What are they gonna say about him?! They gonna say he was a kind man?!
He was a wise man? He had plans? He had wisdom?
Bullshit, man! Am I gonna be the one...
...that's gonna set him straight?! Look at me. Wrong!
You."
[DANNY LAUGHING]
[THUNDERING]
RAY: Val. Val. Val. Wake up.
- I want to talk to you. - What's the matter?
RAY: Come on, I got something for you. Get up, now!
Val!
[SHIVERING]
What's the matter?
Ray?
RAY: What's going on? - What?
What's going on?
- What are you on about? - Who were you playing pool with?
- Who? - The cunt you was playing pool with.
- That's Peter. Peter Murray. - Peter Murray. Who's Peter Murray?
He's a mate of Gus and Paula's.
When did you meet him?
- What brought all this on? - When did you meet him?
- Ray, I don't know. - When did you meet him?
Meet him? I just know him. He's a mate of Gus and Paula's.
- I've seen him a couple of times! - How many times?
How many times have you seen him? Are you fucking rumping him?
- Oh, don't be stupid! Look at me. - Are you fucking him?
I look like a fucking barrel! Who'd fancy me?
Tell me straight! Are you fucking him?!
- Oh, I can't be doing with this! - Don't fucking walk away from me!
- I need a cigarette! - You want a fag? Have a fucking fag!
Come in here, cunt! Come here!
Why are you going around there?! You fucking him?!
That Angus, did he fix you up with one of his little mates? The cunt!
No, I go around there because I can't stand this. I can't stand you!
- Oh! Oh! So it's true, then?! - What's true?!
- You said you can't fucking stand me! - I mean this! I can't stand this!
- Fucking what?! Fucking what?! - No!
RAY: Fucking cunt! Get up, you cunt!
VALERIE: Ah! - Cunt! Cunt! Cunt!
Cunt! Cunt!
[VALERIE WHIMPERING]
You go to your mum's or the hospital, I'll kill you!
Stay here! You want a drink, you fucking drink here!
You fucking...
Go to bed, babe. Go on. Go to bed.
[CHEERING OVER TELEVISION]
[KNOCKING]
Oh, fucking hell.
JANET: Val, Michelle, it's only me.
Hello, darling. Only popped in for a quick cuppa.
Michelle, go watch the telly, darling. Good girl.
Oh, my God! What you fucking done?
Fucking hell!
- Good God, what's the matter with you? - I got run over.
What do you mean, you got run over? Where?
Around by the shops.
- Who run you over? - I don't know, it was a hit and run.
Didn't no one see it, no one there? No one clocked a number?
I don't think so. Look.
That's where he hit me, there. See? With the side of the headlights.
And then I went smack into the road on me face and then when I looked up...
...he'd gone. I mean, it was lucky I didn't have Michelle with me.
- He'd probably have hit her as well. - He would have fucking killed her.
Didn't no one see it? No one mooching about?
No, it was... You know, down by the old shops. Down there.
- Were you looking? - Yeah, of course I was looking, Mummy.
He come out of nowhere, and then when I looked up, the fucker had gone.
You're fucking lucky. What's the hospital say? Is the baby all right?
Yeah. You know, they gave it an X-ray scan thing, and...
You know, they had a little look in there. It's just bruising.
You don't know how it felt, Mum.
Look at me fingers there. Look. They hurt the most.
They hurt more than this.
JANET: Are they broke? - I don't know.
JANET: Well, didn't they say?
No, they were sort of concentrating more on the baby, didn't they?
JANET: Fucking hell. Fucking bastards. If he had been going any faster...
...he could have killed you. You could have been dead.
- Do you want a cup of tea? - Oh, yeah, please, Mum.
Oh, God.
Every time I fucking move, it hurts.
- Can I have sugar in it? - Yeah.
Mummy's just going to the toilet, okay?
[MOANING]
- Michelle? MICHELLE: Yeah?
Come here a minute, darling.
Will you go next door and get Auntie Pat?
MICHELLE: Yeah. - There's a good girl.
Oh, God.
It's murder, really, ain't it?
God, if they only fucking knew.
What a bastard.
Cyanide pill would do him good.
You gonna nick him?
Oh, yeah, but then it's my turn.
Does he know where you are?
Not yet, no. I'm in a moody name, ain't I?
Jill don't know, does she? She's got a right mouth on her.
No, he won't go snooping around there.
- Billy knows. - Does he?
How? Did you tell him?
I put the phone down from you and he showed up, saw I was upset.
- Did he go mad? - Well, he weren't too happy.
Said he hopes he gets run over, or has a heart attack.
- Nan don't know, does she? - Yeah, why?
Oh, Mum. I just don't want anyone knowing.
People know enough about your business as it is. Nosy fucking mob.
Not Nan. You know...
...I just don't want anyone knowing.
Oh, God. Val...
...we're unlucky, ain't we?
Do you still love him?
There's bits in that.
I've got another headache.
- Do you want an aspirin or something? - No, I got to wait.
I had the last two an hour ago.
[BILLY SINGING AND TALKING INDISTINCTLY]
[WATER SPLASHING]
JANET: Bill, don't soak in there all day.
Mum will be home in a minute and she'll only have the hump.
IN WEST INDIAN ACCENT: Yeah, mon, you can't even leave me to soak...
...for two minute, mon. You mustn't vex me up.
Just fling to, fucking leave me to soak, mon. Leave me.
Every man must have his bath, you know what I mean?
KATH: Love to Michelle?
Michelle.
M-l-C-H...
KATH: Yeah?
...E- L-L-E.
That's it. There you go.
That's it.
Go on, let it go.
- Can you see it? MICHELLE: Yeah.
RAY: Give me my kid! Give me my fucking kid! Right now!
Cunt! Cunt! Give me my kid, you cunt!
She don't want to fucking see you!
Give me my kid! Fuck you! My kid! Give her, right now!
- I'll fucking bury you! My kid, you cunt! - Bastard!
You fucking cunt!
JANET: She's lost her baby because of you!
Hey, less of all the fucking noise, mate!
JANET: You can threaten me all you like! - Look at this cunt.
- Go back inside, you nosy cunt! - Get back in your window...
...and mind your own fucking business!
Go inside! I'll come smash your window!
I'll kick your door down, and I'll throw you out!
You fucking grass cunt!
- You fucking mongrel shit cunt! - Fuck you!
I'll fucking kill you, you cunt!
- I'll phone the bloody police. MARK: You fucking phone who you like!
[SCREAMS]
RAY: Fuck you! I'll fucking find her...
...and I'll come back and I'll do you, you cunt!
Fucking mug! I'll get a fucking gun.
Give me a fucking gun! Someone give me a gun.
I'll kill her. I'll kill that cunt!
I'll fucking get a gun and kill you, you cunt.
- Get back in the motor. - Fuck the motor. Cunt.
- Cunt! MARK: Don't worry about him.
RAY: He's still looking out the window. - Get in the motor.
- You fucking get back inside! - Get a pen.
Get back inside! Get back in the motor, mate.
LB368-EJM, you cunt!
Old Bill's already got that fucking number!
RAY: Write that... Call the Old Bill!
Get them in here and I'll fucking shoot them all. You nosy cunt!
- You and whose fucking army? RAY: I'll stab you in the brain.
Get me out of here before I kill someone. Get me out of here!
I'll kill some cunt!
Stop back a little bit, Mark.
Don't... Don't...
Just hold up, hold up. It don't matter.
That's a touch.
Result!
Come on, come on, come on.
Coming through.
- I'm on this cunt. MARK: Don't worry, I got him.
[RAY COUGHING]
RAY: Hold back a bit. We're too fucking close.
They're gonna see us in the fucking mirror.
RAY: Val, I just wanna talk to you. Just two minutes.
- No, go away. - You near her and I'll have you nicked.
Don't fucking push me.
ANGUS: Bastard!
PAULA: Leave it, Gus. - All right, all right. That's enough!
That's enough!
ANGUS: Yeah, you got something to say?
PAULA: Has nothing to do with you!
- This has nothing to do with you. MARK: The fucking liberty, that was.
It's all right when you're fucking coming from behind.
Fucking mug.
Oh, yeah. Well, he's the one, the fucking liberty, was he?
MARK: Get up.
Let's go. Lock the doors.
Jan!
[RAY COUGHING]
ANGUS: Janet!
Come on, darling.
- Get in the motor. - I'll have you, you bastard.
MARK: Oh, all right. Fucking get in the car.
ANGUS: Keep the doors locked.
RAY: Hey, is that you?
I've come there to say I'm sorry...
...and all of a sudden you got that fucking trap.
Do you know what I mean? "Shut your fucking noise...
...or we'll nick you."
Nick you? Me?! Nick me?!
Nick fucking me?! All I wanna...
All I wanna do is fucking have a rabbit...
...and I've got a Scotsman hitting me on the chin...
...kicking me, making me look like a complete cunt.
Because he's gonna get it. He will... On my baby's life.
I can't let it go.
I can't let it go. I can't let it go.
ANGUS: Magic. Magic. BOY: Hurry up.
ANGUS: Magic.
BOY: Hurry up with the sausages.
GIRL: Hurry up! - You're burning them.
BOY: He's burning it.
Have a Kit Kat. This is great telly.
[PHONE RINGING]
PAULA: Phone! Phone!
BOY: Phone! GIRL: Hurry up!
ANGUS: Okay, okay.
[SCREAMING]
[MUSIC PLAYS]
ANGUS: Hello? What?
Who?
Val? Yeah, hang on. Yeah, hang on.
Val.
Val, it's for you. Sounded important.
Hello?
RAY: Cunt.
Yeah, Val. Val. Val. Val.
[CHUCKLING]
Yeah, I'm a... I'm a mug.
I'm a cunt. You know what I'm like.
I love you.
I love you forever. Forever.
No, no. I'm a mug. I'm a cunt.
I've always been a cunt. You know I'm a cunt.
[LAUGHING]
Hold it. Hold up.
You know how long you've been fucking with me, right?
I ain't drinking. No, I ain't on it.
I ain't... No, I'm not on it. Babe, I promise you I'm not on it.
I swear on my life I'm not on it.
Just listen to me. Will you just listen to me?
I had a little boy I loved to bits. That's my boy.
But I was with you. You fucked me off... No, no.
You fucked me off before. I come at you because I love you.
And you push me. You fucking... No, you fucking push me.
You took liberty with me. You shouldn't push me.
You know how far to go with me.
If you been mad at me and you've been with me that fucking long...
...you should know!
Am I wrong? Am l...? Am I fucking wrong?
I've never been wrong in my life, babe.
I'll stand up and I'll fight. And I'll fight.
I'll fight him. I'll fight him forever.
Ping, ping, ping.
[FIREWORKS EXPLODING]
You fucking mug.
[WHIMPERING]
I love you.
You can't fucking hurt me.
[RING CLANGING]
You can try and hurt me.
You, you can try it.
You can try it. Every fucking...
...rule in the fucking book, cunt.
No! No! No! It don't matter.
It don't matter what I've done to her. It don't matter what I've done to her.
Come down, come down, come down, come down.
Babe, babe, babe.
I love you.
Of all the things in my life I love, I love you.
[DOORBELL BUlllNG]
RAY: Val?
Valerie, where are you?
You know I love you.
- I'm sorry, Nan. RAY: Please, I'm so sorry.
Michelle?
Val?
[BANGING]
RAY: Val? Valerie?
I'll kill him, I'm telling you, if he comes in here.
- Go away. RAY: Val.
Just truly, I wanna see my baby, Val.
I wanna see my babies, Val.
Val?
Fucking cold.
Mum, he's not here. He ain't in. You better have a look though.
[GLASS CRUNCHES]
Oh, my God. What has he fucking done?
It's unbelievable, isn't it? The fucking state of it.
He had a right fucking party.
Here, look, they had fireworks in here last night.
VALERIE: Mum!
Fucking hell.
RAY: She took his dinner in to him once. Me mum, in the pub...
...and plonked it in front of him on a tray.
Knife and fork, salt and pepper.
He said, "What's that?"
She said, "It's your dinner. I thought you might be hungry.
You ain't eaten for three days.
You live in here, you might as well fucking eat in here."
It's funny.
He didn't like that, did he? Mugged him up in front of his mates.
Thought more of them cunts than he did us. Lovely.
Yeah.
She got a clump over that. Well, she would, wouldn't she?
He was always pissed in there, weren't he? You know?
We go in the pub to get our living. That's where we do our business.
He'd be in there spunking out while we're sitting at home without a dinar.
And he'd promise things, you know?
Promise to take us places, you know? Never did.
Never took us anywhere.
And when he did bother to come home...
...he'd sit in that fucking chair, doss off with his tray on his lap.
And I'd just stand there looking at him.
I'd look in his face...
...and my mother'd go upstairs, and I'd say:
"Say, Mum, ain't Daddy coming to bed?"
And she'd say, "No. No, he's all right, son.
He'll come when he wakes up." He's gotta wake up to go to bed.
MARK: Go to bed, yeah.
Now, I'd stand there looking at this fucking old man, you know, my dad...
...you know, in that chair, that horrible fucking chair...
...with the shiny, worn-out arms. I should've burnt the fucking thing.
By the end he was hemorrhaging from both ends, you know?
I used to hear him hanging on to the kharzi.
It was lovely. Never stopped him going to the pub.
No, he was well enough to do that.
Now, one day, right, he's staggering across the pub...
...pissed from the night before. He's gone over, crunch, right on his mooey...
...like a fucking ironing board. His hooter's around here...
...railings all over the fucking place.
Me and my mother had to go to the hospital.
We walked in. He's laying in bed. Tubes up his arms...
...down the back of his Gregory. He didn't look well.
Fucking vodka was keeping him alive.
Well, I ain't that interested, so I'm having a little mooch about.
I looked above his bed, and there's this sign, right...
...with some weird writing on it. I couldn't read too well at the time.
I I I said to my mum, Mum, what's that say?
You know, that sign above Daddy's head." All right?
She said, "Nil by mouth."
"What's that, a football score?"
One-nil, three-nil, two-nil, a geezer called fucking Nil. Yeah.
I said, "Well, what's it mean?"
She said, "It means..."
- It means nothing to eat. - Yeah, nothing down the...
- Nothing down the... Yeah. - Yeah. All right.
I remembered that day...
...because I could've put that on his fucking tombstone, you know?
Because I don't remember one kiss, you know, one cuddle. Nothing.
I mean, plenty went down, not a lot come out.
You know, nothing that was any fucking good.
And I'd look at this man that I call Dad, you know?
My father, I knew him as Dad. He was my fucking dad...
...but he weren't like other kids' dads, you know?
It was as if the word itself was enough...
...and it ain't.
- That ain't when he died though, is it? - No.
He lived another 10 years, slippery cunt.
He died one afternoon in that fucking armchair. About right.
I went around to see him when he was plotted up at me mother's.
- Hatcham Road? - Yeah.
He was upstairs in that front bedroom. Laid out.
- Free. - Yeah. Yeah.
I've gone up there, gone in.
I'm sitting on the bed looking at him. He's laying there like:
Mullered.
And it was like he'd shrunk, you know? He was a big man.
- He was a lump. - I should know.
I got enough clumps off the cunt.
And I just touched him, you know?
He was fucking freezing cold. It frightened the life out of me.
I was looking at him, you know? L...
For the first time in my life, I talked to him.
I said:
"Why didn't you ever love me?"
[MUSIC PLAYS]
MAN: I'll fucking kill you!
DANNY: Billy!
LAUNDRETTE OWNER: Hey, hey!
- Fuck! - Where do you think you're going?
DANNY: It's locked! - Open the fucking door!
BILLY: Try the back! Try the back! DANNY: It's a fucking toilet! No!
- You got a key for that door? - No.
- Can you open the door?! - I can't open it!
DANNY: Oh, fucking hell! - Open the fucking door!
Hey, you, I'll fucking take this knife, and I'm gonna stab you...
...right in the fucking ass, you little cunt!
Yeah, you, you cunt! I'll fucking kill you!
You got the wrong couple of geezers.
I don't know what you're upset about. It's got fuck-all to do with us.
LAUNDRETTE OWNER: What you done? - Nothing.
- You must've done something. DANNY: Don't open the door!
I'm not gonna open the door. He's got a knife!
MAN: I'll kill him! BILLY: Shit! We're fucked!
LAUNDRETTE OWNER: Sorry, man, I can't. Nothing to do with me, mate.
MAN: You fucking little bastards! I'll kill you!
I'll fucking kill you!
We're fucked.
LAUNDRETTE OWNER: Mate, it's got nothing to do with me.
[BANGING]
We're fucked.
- Why ain't you got a back door?! LAUNDRETTE OWNER: I just work here.
BILLY: You fucking mug! Fuck.
[MAN YELLING]
DANNY: What's his name? That cunt Peter.
He had two birds with him. One's name was... Shit.
Fucking get someone in here. I'm not a bad cunt.
Hi.
DANNY: If you ask me, he's a fucking cunt.
I'm the one who's in here.
[GRUNTING]
VALERIE: Does Mum know you're here?
No.
Happy birthday. I got you a little something.
Where you been hiding?
- Mark's. - I saw the flat. It's lovely.
I heard about Billy. What'd he get?
Two and a half. I got to get this shopping in, right. Got to do Mum's hair.
RAY: Val?
Do you still love me?
Do I still love you?
Why'd you do it, Ray?
I do it...
I did it because I love you.
If that's your way of showing it, you're sick.
- You wanna get some fucking help. - I'm gonna stop it, the booze...
Oh, change the record, for fuck's sake.
If I could put me hand down me throat and pull me heart out...
...l'd give it to you. You know I would.
She's performing again, the other one. Giving me grief.
VALERIE: Mary? - Yeah, she won't let me see me boy.
That's all starting up again. I suppose I'll be back in court.
It's my turn to see him, I come to pick him up, she ain't there.
She's fucked off.
- Where? - I don't know.
I've been around her mother's. I've rung around.
It's another worry on me plate. What, with this and everything else.
She's stupid, ain't she? It only hurts the kid in the long run.
You love that boy, but you don't do yourself any favors.
- I've never touched that boy. VALERIE: I never said you did.
But you do hurt people.
And I've really thought about this, about you.
At the end of the day, the only person you're fooling is yourself.
You ain't taking the piss out of me no more.
You're mugging you.
I found your picture.
- What? - The one Billy took.
Oh, I'm going indoors. It's a fucking mess.
How's your mum?
Well, she's worried, ain't she?
She's worried about Billy. She's worried about me.
- Coming home? - We ain't got a home to go back to, Ray.
Everything in that place is fucking smashed.
Jesus, I mean, I forgot. You really must hate me.
- I don't hate you. - Well, I don't feel loved.
I mean, that ain't love.
Fuck.
I mean, can't you see the mess we're in? Have you not noticed what we're like?
I mean, we don't talk anymore.
[DOOR OPENS]
All right, just get in, Mum, will you? Just get in. I'm dealing with it.
When you go out, you go with your mates...
...and when you are in, you're pissed asleep in front of the television.
I'll turn the television off, go to bed...
...you follow me at 3:OO in the morning stinking of booze.
That's what I get. Either that or you're knocking me about.
I'm 30 today, you know, and I feel so fucking old.
You know, I'm so tired.
I wanna be able to look back and say, "I had a bit of fun."
Instead of saying, "Everyone fucking felt sorry for me."
I mean, that's the life I've got.
Do you hear what I'm saying?
I just don't want it.
I'll find somebody else.
You know, someone who can love me. Someone kind.
I'll send Michelle your love.
[CHEERING AND CLAPPING]
[SINGS "MY HEART BELONGS TO DADDY"]
[WHISTLING AND CHEERING]
Yes, it's no problem. Come on, Mum, a song.
JANET: Mother, get up and sing. ANGUS: Come on.
- No, I don't want to. - Oh, come on, Mum!
- Oh, come on. ANGUS: Oh, you know you want to.
- Birthday.
- All right, come on. VALERIE: Get up there.
JANET: Haul your ass up there. VALERIE: You love it.
ANGUS: Hey, hey! - "Loving That Man of Mine."
- All right. - Go on, Mum.
Oh, yeah. Thank you.
[KEYBOARD PLAYING]
[SINGS "CAN'T HELP LOVIN' DAT MAN"]
JANET: That's why the geezer did him. Val spoke to the governor...
...told him not to move him and that he was happy where he was.
She told him this was gonna happen...
...because Danny's been putting the word about that Billy's a grass.
The geezer that's done him ain't nothing to do with Danny?
- No. - So who cut him?
You remember when he got arrested? Danny, right?
And we had that raid? They turfed us out of bed...
...looking for drugs, right?
Billy, to get back at Danny for that...
...put his name in the frame this last time...
...over some job he's done that Billy had nothing to do with.
They were gonna rope him in, right? Danny's a burglar.
Billy ain't a burglar, he's a creeper.
So he helped the Old Bill. He's done a TIC with them.
"We did this, didn't do that," to help clear their books...
...and mark Danny's cards. So Billy's been sent to the Mount...
...and Danny's in Wandsworth.
So he put it about that Billy Rena's a grass, right?
So Mum knew it was gonna happen. We got that phone call...
...saying they was gonna cut his head off. We phoned the governor.
But the geezer that cut him...
...has got fuck-all to do with the Danny business.
Yeah, Billy's got this mate, right, who's doing a 12-and-half.
His girlfriend's turned up on a visit. They've had an argument.
She says, "You ain't the only one I've had it off with."
She's pulled Billy's name out of the hat.
- Lovely. - He's known her for years. That Lisa.
JANET: So this bloke's got the hump thinking Billy's been giving her one.
He's got nothing to lose. He's up for another nine years.
It's nothing for him to kill someone, so he done Billy on the exercise yard...
...for the bird, not the thing with Danny.
It's got nothing to do with that, it's the other thing.
So he's done him with a knife, a Stanley knife.
What amazes me is, how'd they get the things in there in the first place?
What's the geezer doing with a knife in the nick?
No, it was a moody thing, you know?
It was like a toothbrush with Bic razorblades bound around it, see?
So that's why Billy is in the fraggle wing with the weirdoes.
Isn't he?
See, he's been segregated for protection, hasn't he?
[CHUCKLING]
He's in there with all the noncers and rapists. You know?
Poor sod. Mind your backs.
He's a C cat. I mean, he shouldn't even fucking be there.
If we don't get a result by the end of the week...
...we'll take it to the local MP.
They'll have to move him, because it'll happen again.
His card's marked, and this time the bloke will cut his throat.
If Billy hadn't turned when he did... How'd they get hold of a razor?
They ship them in, don't they? You'd be surprised what they can get.
I used to have a bit of puff when I was doing me bit of bird.
You used to bring it in, didn't you, Val?
Pop it in her mouth, under the tongue...
...come out, give us a kiss, a big frenchie.
Right.
I'd swallow it, right, shit it out the next day.
You can get anything. You know, drugs, the lot.
You'd have a hard job shitting a razor blade out.
No. I mean, you can get anything in there that you can get out here.
I mean, there's geezers in there doing all sorts, you know?
- He's off the gear though, ain't he? JANET: Yeah.
He sounded good on the phone, didn't he? Poor little sod.
We'll give them to the end of this week...
...to do their paperwork and hope it goes through.
Mum, come on, we'll be late.
Worst fucking nick going, isn't it?
I hate it. Every time I turn that corner my stomach goes over.
Horrible hole. Fancy being banged up there.
- You got the VO? VALERIE: Yeah, it's in me bag.
We'll be fucked without that. We'll get there and won't be able to get in.
Looks nice. Done a good job, Ray.
Yeah, so...
KATH: Yeah, I'm ready. JANET: You got your ID, Mother?
- Yeah, in me bag, me passport. JANET: Come on, then. Is the gas off?
VALERIE: Yeah, off, off, off, off. I've got me keys.
VALERIE: You all right? - I hope I don't start to cry.
- When? - When I see him.
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