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Tickets this way for the Chatsworth Express.
Come and watch pikeys making a mess of the lives they were given...
by 'im upstairs.
And kids they're convinced... aren't actually theirs.
Stay away!
What sounds on earth could ever replace...
Oi!
..kids needing money, or wives in your face.
Cos this, people reckon,
and me included, is why pubs and drugs were kindly invented.
To calm us all down, stop us going mental.
These are Chatsworth Estate's basic essentials.
We are worth every penny, for grinding your axes...
You shit on our heads,
but you pay the taxes.
Imagine a Britain without Chatsworth buccaneers,
who'd cum on your face for the price of a beer.
Make poverty history, cheaper drugs, now!
Make...poverty...history,
cheaper drugs...now!
Scatter!
'Being a mum, a wife, I thought that's all I ever wanted...
'Thought it made me happy. How wrong was I?
'For too long now, I've counted on family for my happiness.
'Might as well popped Prozac for 30 years, for all the good it's done me.
'To think, all those wasted years... I could have been a page three model.
'Don't get me wrong - I wouldn't change it.'
Full Irish, sir.
Full Irish what?
'But I can't help wondering how different
'life could have been for me.'
Thought about council.
'From now on, it's MY time...
'I want to do what makes ME happy.
'I'm getting me tits out.
'Metaphorically.'
Mrs Maguire...
Billy. >
..you're trying to seduce me. Aren't ya?
Too fucking right.
(GROANS)
Dad...eh, I've been thinking...
Don't, son. It'll only hurt.
It's been a while like, since...
A man like yourself has needs and, erm, it's not like
You need to get laid.
A good shag'll put the spring back in your step.
Business is in good shape, you need some YOU time.
We thought we'd ease you back into the game. Our treat.
Mam's happy.
We just want you to be.
I am happy.
I'm happy as a pig in shit.
(HE GROANS)
Come on! Get in!
Don't bother love - I've left my magnifying glass at home.
JEERING
for the match today, boys.
CHEERING
Billy, man of the match again!
And if we carry on playing like this
we'll be sailing through to the final.
(CHANTING) BILLY! BILLY! BILLY!
Come on, you - kit off, wash down.
I've hardly worked up a sweat sat on the sub bench, have I?
When the fuck am I going to get a game?
Haven't had a look in for the past three.
You're slacking, Carl -
I want more commitment off you before I let you back on the pitch.
See, Mickey's getting a shower and he's only here as a supporter.
CHEERING
That's commitment.
Pint. >
Hello? >
When you're ready, a pint.
Fucking smiling depressive.
You all right?
Never been better.
Face...smiling. Eyes...crying.
in a minute.
Thanks, Frank, I will have one of me own.
(CHANTING) GO! GO! GO! GO!
Go on, Mickey, down it! Down it!
Oh, bastard!
CHEERING
Billy, do us a favour. Drop a match so I can get a game.
What's it worth?
Oi! Back in your box, Carl. He's our secret weapon.
Billy Tutton, future Man City star.
Whisky-nose Ferguson'll be tripping over himself to sign him.
Billy bend-over.
I mean...
bend it. Bend it like Billy.
Want a pint, Dad? >
Aye, just the one. Off into town.
Night out with my old comrades.
We won't wait up.
What's that?!
What? I bought it here.
You get a cut of what I paid for it, anyway. You tax the bootleggers.
Hmmm? Anyway, it's medicinal.
Don't care. Hand it over or get out.
Going down.
Then I shall bid you farewell...
Lady jobsworth.
Gambling with the shops profits?
You've got balls, I'll give you that. >
Lucky balls.
Anyway, this money's from my own private fund.
Show it's under new management.
What to?
Joe's Shop.
That's shit.
Customer's like simplicity, Ches. First rule of business.
You're hardly here. There must be a rule against that?
Second rule - delegation.
Scrape off the dates on any of the stock past its sell-by.
And no more tick to Sohail.
Right, he's to pay by Friday or it's kneecaps.
I've taught you well. How about returning the favour?
You got a tip for me?
Never trust a man who wears white shoes.
White shoes?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, watch yourself -
they're still wet.
Assuming the print dries, it's fucking ace work, mate.
Fancy earning more?
For a bigger cut.
Sixty forty...
to you.
Was it a good night?
philosophising and skirt chasing with my good pals Mossy and Tommo...
Although to the untrained eye
we looked like degenerate binge drinkers.
Just like old times.
Only...one of them phoned to say they couldn't make it.
(BABBLES INCOHERENTLY)
ARGHH!
Are you ashamed of me?
What's brought this on?
All this sneaking about.
You...this...it's all new to me.
I need to get me head round it first, before telling everyone.
Because once we do, it's everyone's business.
I'm not ready for that yet.
This is ours.
I like what we have. It's simple. >
You never let...
You're always pleasing me.
Force of habit, pleasing everyone.
Even meself.
Don't worry,
I've never met a man yet, who knew the right way to tickle
the little man in his boat.
Carl?
Carl! Liam!
I'm alive, I'm alive!Don't bury me!
Thought I was a goner.
I stay out for one night and you piss all over my stuff!
What time is it?
Have you been drinking Russian aftershave?
I told you about drinking bootleg Vodka, it's poisonous.
People have died.
Yeah, yeah. Just switch the light on, Professor Know-It-All.
Switch the fucking light on!
What have you got there, love?
That for me? Show Nana.
Where did you get it?
Those boys.
Oi, dickheads! Which one of you twats gave my granddaughter a spliff?
Oi!
You heard her, who was it?
HEAVY BREATHING
Doctors say you're doing well.
It's going to be a bit of trial and error with the medication,
but it always is with bipolar, apparently.
Can we talk about something else?
This is the only time I get to feel normal in here.
How is everyone?
They don't come and visit. They don't give a shit, I suppose.
They do.
It's been mad busy, everyone's chipping in to help out.
They send their love.
We just want you better and back home, the way it used to be.
I've got a joke.
Husband comes home to his wife and he shouts,
"I've won the Lottery, so pack your bags."
So she says, "Well, what do I pack?"
And he says...
We'll get through this.
He says...
Be a proper family again. >
And he says...
Anyone see you?
No.
How old?
14.
I let you...
Don't come near me!
You was the only one there who understood.
It was a sympathy wank that got out of hand.
Does it matter? We love each other.
If this gets out or I see you again...
..I'll kill you.
Got it, yeah.
Will he be OK?
What's the diagnosis? >
(MOUTHS)
That vodka had 15 millilitres of pure methylate in it.
Dad's the 30th case the hospital's had in the last two days.
Sit with me.
For the first time in my life
I'm incapable of looking after myself.
Now, I don't want to be a burden, but...
I've raised you three with me own hands
and we've come full circle -
the father has become the son to...
the father's sons...
Get lost! Blind or blind drunk - how is this different?
It's only temporary.
The chance of your eyesight returning is 99.98%.
I thought this was something serious.
It is!
I'm taking you out of school to look after me. I'll need a full-time carer.
He's already missed school today because of you.
You don't live here, you don't get a say.
Grab us a beer from the fridge.
If you want your eyesight back, you've got to detox -
no drink, smoking or drugs. Doctors orders.
Oh.
Oh, I see.
Well, you can't, that's the point.
Should have known better than to rely on this family for support.
Your sister made a terrible job of bringing the three of you up.
We're trying to help you.
By depriving me of the very few pleasures I have in this life(?)
No fucking way. I shall see again on my terms.
Oh! Fuck...
Ah! Piss off!
Is it because of me, why you're here? Cos if it is...
(LAUGHS) Don't fool yourself.
You seem fine to me.
Why? What did you expect?
Strapped to a bed, off your tits.
That happens later when you lot all fuck off home.
What's new with you, Joe?
The way I see it,
Chatsworth's a gold mine and no-one's taking advantage,
so I'm digging in for the long-term. >
With the shop I can undercut suppliers to other businesses with my own stock.
Everybody benefits, especially us.
Starting here.
I know Jamie's struggling and there's no way he'd take it from me.
Just want to help.
You want to set your mind at ease, more like.
Keep it.
And the husband says, "Everything! Get the fuck out of my house!"
The joke! I've remembered the end of the joke.
I'll be waiting.
How's Max?
It's sound.
So how is she?
Same as you - just getting on with it, you know.
I know it's hard for... for both of you.
It's fine, honest.
When I said we'd stay mates, I didn't expect... It's just...
Awkward.
I don't want to hate her, but I do and I don't.
That's normal. >
Give it time. I reckon you two are meant to be together,
like me and Shane.
a lot worse, you know.
Micky, smell my finger.
What's that?
Your mam!
Urgh, what's that? Smells like shit!
Your dad!
Mmmm, do you want me to tell you what he had for his tea last night?
You know he hasn't got a dad you tosser.
He's not got a...
Four beers, please, Mum.
LAUGHTER
Didn't realise you and Billy were so close off the pitch.
Yeah. He's staying at ours.
Poor bastard he's been kicked out for selling his granddad's medication.
I'm letting him get his head down in Micky's old room
till he sorts something better.
Tell Billy to pop upstairs.
Micky's sheets come with their own natural starch.
I've got some clean ones he can use.
I told you to disappear.
I tried to let you down gently.
By threatening to kill me.
You wouldn't kill a kid.
Given a choice I wouldn't fuck one either.
You sure?
Because I want more than just a wank from now on.
One word, just one word from me about what's been going on.
Police, family. Your life won't be worth living.
And I don't want that,
it's like you said, no man round here will touch you
because you're Mrs Patrick Maguire.
I'm the best you can hope for.
What is it you want? Drugs? Money?
You! Ever since we first met.
Just you.
Tonight, 11, round the back.
What do you want me for?
Little Liam, is that you?
Give us your tie, will you?
I'm not throwing 3 in the pot for the privilege
of drinking in this shithole. Is that it?
He dragged you over here for that?
Don't let him take the piss.
I'm sorting it. What he can't see can't harm him.
Nice one.
Tea will be ready at six.
What are you gawping at, numb nuts.
Carl, is that you?
How did you know it was me?
Who else would it be?
Here fasten this tie for us, you know I'm invalid.
Never noticed it before, but this place fucking stinks...
I can distinctly smell the putrid odour of stale beer and piss.
That's you.
I'm cancelling tonight,
I'm not in the mood and there's not enough staff.
I can't afford to cancel, Mam, you promised.
Fine. But I'm finished at eleven on the dot.
Fine.
Drink.
(SHOUTS)
Listen, you've no need to hide your new man from me.
I don't know what shite people are spouting ,
but I haven't got a fella,
and for your information I don't need one, this smile's me own.
Surprised she's not beating men off with a stick.
It's her legs see. Irresistible.
Pins like Anne Bancroft in her heyday.
He's not a charity, Shane, you're best leaving things as is.
I can't Kell.
Just focus on the deal with Joe tomorrow.
Have a look at him, it's not easy for him.
Men like me dad are a dying breed.
Not interested.
Fucking hell!
Hickery Dickery?
Fifty-to-one, Jay, dead cert.
Thank me later. Sharing the wealth.
Cheers mate.
Jamie, we're taking Dad out tomorrow night, all of us.
Too much on here.
Come on. You work too hard.
You need a break.
Give your mind a rest for one night.
I'll get Mum to baby-sit. Me and Micky will sort out your drinks.
Well...
All right. Cheers lads.
I feel fucking everything.
He thinks his cigs taste different because his senses have heightened.
Party carries on back at ours if you're up for it, Carlos.
Best see to him, make sure he gets home all right.
Where the shit am I?
Oh, hello?
Come on, I know there's someone here
cos I could hear a squelching noise.
Yeah come on just here, oh, come on, just point us home.
Sod you then, as you were.
Roll out the barrel.
What you doing down there?
Er... I'm blind.
Not fucking soft. Someone at it down there.
Either that or they're milking a cow.
Er, that way.
Oof! Oof!
Help us, anyone!
Eh? Come on!
Oh, you poor thing, you!
Oh!
Let's get you cleaned up.
Oh!
Thanks very much, love.
Ow! Ow!
Clothes on spin dry, shouldn't be long.
There was a library card in your pocket, I put it away safe for you.
Oh.
I think that chapter of my life is closed.
Oh.
Do you miss it, seeing?
I can't... My memory's... Val...
There's no point dwelling on the past, is there?
You know, you've got to move on and
make the best of now.
Any...man in your life?
Just one.
Ronald.
I've put him out of my life.
Just a memory now.
Ooh, you are naughty for asking, Frank!
It is nice, having...
A man's touch?
Ooh, I couldn't take advantage.
You took me in, fed me, cleaned and undressed me
when no one would care for me.
It's me who's taking advantage, Val.
I think we both want the same thing, don't we?
I mean, it's only natural, isn't it, when lonely souls find each other?
It has been a long time.
A very, very long time.
Oh!
The...best...blow...job ...in...my...life!
Oh! Oh!
# Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk
# I'm a woman's man, no time to talk
# Music loud and women warm
# I've been kicked around since I was born
# And now it's all right, it's OK And you may look the other way
# We can try to understand
# The New York Times' effect on man
# Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother
# You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive
# Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin'
# And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive
# Ah, ha, ha, ha Stayin' alive, stayin' alive
# Ah, ha, ha, ha Stayin' alive...
Al Pacino.
12.
Hit me.
16.
Hit me.
20.
Hit me.
It's about how you win, Ches!
Hit me.
Sir, you have 20.
HIT me!
That's how you win!
It's like a sausage factory in here.
Nah, it's grand. We just need to liven things up
with a game of Pull a Pig!
Kelly.
Yeah, I couldn't pull a pig if I tried, me.
I'm a magnet for model types, I can't help it.
Nah!
No. Anyway, it's misogynistic and sexist.
Extra points if you get one with a hump!
I've never seen him like this before, he's even creeping me out.
I can't believe I promised him he'd get laid tonight.
Should I have a word or summat? I feel responsible.
He's doin' me 'ead in!
I think it's time to make a move, yeah?
Nonsense...
I'm onto a winner over there. Buck-eyed and hair-lipped!
Yeah, well, it's just...
A problem?
No.
Good. My round.
I've got some business to sort, I'll be back in an hour tops.
Shane!
Shit! Are you Benson?
I'm Paddy Maguire.
All night, it's had me on edge.
His chips aren't adding up.
He's got more than he's won, I've kept count.
If I'd known you wanted us out to babysit Dad,
I wouldn't have fuckin' bothered!
I know, I'm sorry.
Well, one of us should go back.
No, he's probably fucked off home by now.
Yeah, and what if he hasn't?
Ha ha ha!
Piss it!
Shit!
Fraud?
Fuck off! If you don't want me taking your money,
you shouldn't make it so easy, pal. Whoa!
I tell you what, I tell you what, I tell you what...
If I roll a seven, I'll leave.
If I roll an eight, I'll stay.
Come on...
(SCREAMS)
Are you on your own? >
Thought so!
Shane with you?
Ugh...
I knew this night were a write off from the start.
You've got issues, Paddy,
and a night on the tiles ain't going to solve 'em.
What the fuck would you know?!
I come across men like you every day.
Shaving their balls and trading in the people carrier for a convertible.
Well, they also realise,
there's no such thing as feeling as young as the person you're poking!
And your lot, treating you like you're something different,
I'm sick of it!
Do you know what I'm sick of?
Shane made me a promise tonight.
Didn't deliver.
Can't have that, can we?
I clocked off an hour ago.
Clock back on.
Wash your cock in the sink and throw on a condom.
# Well, I've long since retired, my son's moved away
# I called him up just the other day
# I said, I'd like to see you, if you don't mind
# He said, I'd love to, Dad, if I can find the time
# You see, my new job's a hassle and the kids have the flu
# But it's sure nice talking to you, Dad
# It's been sure nice talking to you
# And as he hung up the phone, it occurred to me
# He'd grown up just like me My boy was just like me
# And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon... #
This were just a job for me.
What's your excuse?
PHONE RINGS
# ..When ya comin' home, son? I don't know when,
# We'll get together then, Dad
# We're gonna have a good time then. #
Liam. Membership of club Blunkett has expired, son!
Look at that! I am glowing!
I'm actually glowing!
Told you I'd cure myself, didn't I? My way, like I always have.
You didn't do anything. We swapped your vices for virtues.
We swapped your lager for non-alcoholic,
your cigarettes for herbals,
and you've been popping paracetamol not Es.
You've been getting drunk - it's called the placebo effect.
Feel good did it? Stamping all over your father's pride?
Laughing at me behind me back?
"Oh, ha-ha look at Dad tripping on Anadin!"
You know it's been a real eye opener, this.
Abused by my own blood.
Treated as a third-class citizen in me own house.
I was a very sick man, son.
I needed respect...
compassion...
delicate handling.
Actually, you know it's good that the truth has come out,
because it makes what I'm about to say ten times easier.
I'm off.
You are on your own from now on.
I've met someone and she cares.
We care! That's why we did it.
We love ya.
Yeah, well...
Hitler loved fuckin' eugenics. Don't make it right, does it?
DOOR SLAMS
Frankie.
Ronald?
Different name...same old shop.
As long as I break even, I'm happy.
It's enough to get me by and then I can live off my winnings.
Winnings? You're barred from every casino and bookie in Manchester.
Next person round that corner - woman.
Man.
Ah! Pay up.
Void bet, it's Lillian.
(THEY LAUGH)
Fuck off!
SPLASHING
DOOR SHUTS
Shane.
Don't worry, I'm not about to tell him.
As far as I care, you're just another sad twat who pays for sex.
(WHISPERS) 'Cept I'm your sweetheart's da.
Shane is worth ten of...
What?
Me or you?
Both.
'Tough shit on the fuck up, Joe.'
But I played my end - 60%.
Never let it be said Joe Pritchard
didn't keep his part of the deal, even if he is out of pocket.
Oh, cheer up, Joe.
Arrested, tagged and skint all in 24 hours?
You're proper one of us now.
Compliments of Joe.
Shane.
A bit of everything goes in the pot, Kel - it always has.
It wasn't Maguire money! It was for a savings on our own place.
She's right. Anything you make off your own bat is yours.
Add it to your nest egg.
Oh...deja vu.
Time of the month, babe.
Getting loads of young ones in here lately,
don't know what the attraction is.
Not complaining though. Hey,
do us a favour? Watch the bar while I check on Connor?
OK, man.
Something funny?
Three pints and a... When you're ready.
What, a milkshake?
I meant I'll have a wank.
I know what you meant.
Billy's told us everything.
We've got money.
One more word out of you, smart arse,
and you'll be picking glass out your face for the next two weeks.
What the fuck you doing? They're kids.
Billy is a lying piece of shit
and not to be trusted. Do you hear?
Sorry.
And that's what happens if I catch anyone underage...
drinking in here!
This isn't a fucking youth club.
# And here's to you, Mrs Robinson
# Jesus loves you more than you will know... #
You were out of order back there. And all those kids weren't lying.
Mind your own fucking business.
I saw you with Billy. Sort your head out, Mimi.
# Heaven holds a place for those who pray... #
Carl!
'You really didn't know?'
On me babies' lives.
So what you going to do?
Get rid of him.
Fuck, that's a bit drastic, isn't it? It was only a wank.
What do you take me for, Carl?!
I mean sending him on a holiday. Permanently.
He's always banging on about some auntie in Billericay.
So how you going to do that?
Spread a rumour, then you're going to chase him outta town.
And if that doesn't send the bastard packing...
Plan B.
Mam! >
Could do with some help.
Just telling Carl the good news. He's our new star striker!
# Is it a kind of dream? #
SNIFFLING
# Floating out on the tide... #
DOOR OPENS
Oh, what have I done?
Look I understand why you did what you did, son...
You wanted your dad back.
The house has gone to shit without me.
# There's a fog along the horizon
# A strange glow in the sky... #
I'm sorry, Dad.
I promise I'll always be here for you.
For as long as I'm collecting your benefits.
Now, come on, dry your eyes.
Things didn't work out with your new girlfriend?
Oh.
When it came down to it...
I couldn't leave you.
Kel! >
Dad's given us his room.
There's more space.
You need it more than I do.
I'm making some changes.
Wasn't there something else?
Kel?
You heard about Billy?
It's all over the estate that I'm a kiddy-fiddler!
I know. I started it.
All it took was one quick word on the rumour mill
and bingo, you're about as popular as an immigrant at a BNP rally.
For your own good.
I've been chased home from school, fucking battered...because of you!
Tell me about it, stud.
I'll go to the police. I'll tell them the real truth.
Be my guest. The police are probably out there now looking for you.
I phoned your auntie and explained
you were having a bit of trouble with the locals.
She'd be glad to have ya.
No! I love you.
That's what I thought. Then I realised it's not me you love.
I love you.
You miss your mum.
I want you.
I'm not your mother!
A one-way ticket and a few quid to see you through.
One thing they love here is a fucking good witch hunt.
You're a lamb to the slaughter if you stay.
No! You're going to sort it. Everything you've done to me...
Do you even give a shit what you've put me through?
I haven't put in years of hard graft raising a family
so you can come along and fuck it up!
Your family's a gang of fucking thieves and freaks.
They don't deserve you!
This is your last warning.
NO!
Calm down. You were right.
I could never kill a kid.
Not a defenceless one, anyway.
Self defence, Your Honour.
Don't worry,
I'll make sure you're buried with your slag of a mother.
(SOBS)
GUN CLICKS
Being dead has a funny way of putting life in to perspective.
It makes you appreciate everything you had.
Everyone you left behind. But before you know it,
you're six feet under,
and it's too late when you finally realise, "Fuck!
"Everything I thought I needed to be happy was all an illusion.
DISTANT SHOUTS
"I was always happy."
Good job he shot me first - my gun had real bullets in it.
Ladies' toilets. Two minutes.
One hour's work, and you get this.
I've bills to pay. I don't want to become a fucking man whore.
I thought when Lillian left I could do things my way.
Number 64. You're up.
After-school specials? You're a genius.
I've to pretend to be her boyfriend.
Boyfriend?Ta-ra!
You saw us.
To fucking right I did. Ruined me dinner!
I'm having a tough time at the moment.
Could be worse, could be a poof.
You can't like her. She doesn't have a cock!
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(PANTS)
Not so bad on the sub bench now, is it?
Oh, oh...oh!
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