(Maggie screams)
Where is he, where is he, where is he?
(Sobbing) You've covered him up! He can't breathe. He can't...
- It's all right, darlin'. I'm here. - (Jimmy) It's all right.
- Mummy's here. - (Jimmy) He's gonna be all right.
Oi, Freddie, is that you, mate? Freddie!
It was this new toy we bought him, a digger.
See, it come wrapped up in that bag.
But we didn't think anything about it, did we, Joe?
No, because our Jimmy's a clever boy. He knows not to play with things like that.
(Sobbing) And anyway, he was asleep.
I swear it, I know he was, I sung him to sleep myself.
He must just have got up and fetched that bag.
But I don't know why he put it on his head.
- Was it you that found him, Mrs Summers? - No, miss, it was me.
Cos he didn't want me to see him like that.
Where are they?
Come on, then.
(Nurse) Come in. We've given her something to help her rest.
Where's Jimmy?
He's in the morgue, with the little boy.
Oh, my poor love.
I'll stay with her.
Right.
I'm gonna look after you. You're gonna be fine, all right?
Oh, God...
Oh...
Come here. Come on, darling, come on.
All right. Come on.
Has he gone?
Has he really gone? Mum?
I am so, so sorry.
No... (Sobs)
God didn't want him to live, did he?
Where... Where's Freddie?
Does he know?
(Sobs)
The plastic bag...was tied to his head.
- What did you say? - The plastic bag.
It was tied to little Jimmy's head.
What do you mean, tied?
It wasn't little Jimmy.
It was little Freddie.
Little Freddie did this to him.
I wanted you to be here...
when I told him that.
Jimmy... Jimmy, I don't know what to say.
Stay the fuck away.
He was...
He was my baby.
What can I do? Tell me.
This is what you've created.
Your fucked-up kid has killed my lovely boy!
I'm sorry.
Well, that's not enough!
That's not enough now!
Wh... What do you want me to do about this?
I never want to see... that little monster ever again.
What does that mean?
Jimmy, what does that mean?
This is your fault.
He's grown up a fuckin' killer like you!
Well, go on. Do it if you're gonna do it.
(Sniffs)
My little boy.
Freddie, don't move. Freddie!
Freddie! Come here!
Let me go! I didn't do anything!
Mum!
- Don't fucking move! - I didn't do anything!
Please, Dad. Don't hurt me.
How could you do that to little Jimmy?
He was so fucking little!
How could you do it?
Look at me.
Why did you do it? Eh?
- Are you gonna hurt me? - How could you do it?
- Because you loved him more than me. - (Door opens)
What are you doing to him?!
- Leave him alone, Dad! - Freddie, get off him!
- Are you OK? - Jesus! What's wrong with you, Dad?!
- (Door slams) - God...
What's going on?
Why did you attack him like that?
Well?
That poor fucker in there, he never had a chance, did he?
What do you mean?
Well, how come, right, little Jimmy, he's so sweet and angelic
and how...how Freddie just turns out like that?
(Sniffs) I mean...
what has our Maggie got that you haven't?
She has Jimmy. Yeah?
- Oh, that's fuckin' ripe, that is. - Yeah.
- She's got Jimmy. - Yeah.
Jimmy. That's who she has.
Yeah, well, I bet that makes a fuckin' difference to her.
Freddie, wait.
What's going on?
Please.
Get some sleep, babe.
I'm gonna be gone for a while.
Never even worn these. Or these.
Leave it, Mags.
Didn't ask to be born.
Poor sweetheart. He didn't stand a chance.
Maggie, don't do this to yourself.
What are you doing?
- What are you doing with his stuff? - Packing it away.
Why? He's not even in the ground yet.
It needs to be done.
Jesus Christ, Maggie. How can you be so cold?
Don't you fucking tell me what to feel!
He's gone!
And I'm trying to do what I have to do.
Wanna hear something funny?
I got a new lawyer.
A real hottie. Asian.
This bint's really shaken up my case for parole.
Thinks the prison service
has been deliberately negligent in its treatment of me.
That's great, Ozzy.
If I was outside, I tell ya, we wouldn't be in the bloody mess we are now.
Oh, oh... You think I'm being harsh, do you?
I'm sorry about your little 'un, Jimmy, truly I am.
But you must realise, there's no mercy for the weak out there.
Don't let them see you hurting.
Cos that's when they come for you.
You gotta finish what you started.
Take out the Turks and then... take out Freddie.
- That's what I plan to do. - Good man.
But not because you fuckin' tell me to.
I'm gonna do it because all this has gone far enough.
- Sit down, Jimmy. - Fuck off, Ozzy!
- Why's he not dressed? - Cos he's not goin' to no funeral.
- Why not? - Cos he's too young, that's why.
Yeah. You're right.
Well, what we gonna do with him, then?
Er...Joseph's gonna have him. I spoke to him, sorted it.
Oh, thank God.
Thank God we're all all right.
Can you imagine... what they're going through?
What it must feel like to lose a kid like that.
Thank God, thank God.
You can't...! (Sobbing)
It's all right.
You're gonna have to keep an eye on her at work. Help her out a bit.
She doesn't accept help.
She ain't built that way.
What's up with your mum?
(Kim) Fuck knows. She hasn't said anything since we got here.
What are you doin' here?
I wanted to be here for him.
- I know about everything you've done. - Really?
What do you know? Tell me.
I know about you and the Turks.
I know about you and Patricia, about the hit on Ozzy.
I know you were set to kill me after Kim's engagement.
This is it for you.
After today...
you're a dead man.
Ha...
Something funny?
Yeah, Jimmy...
Jimmy, Jimmy. You think you know so much.
But you don't.
- You know fuck-all. - Really?
What don't I know?
You should have shot me at the morgue, mate.
But then that's always been your problem, hasn't it, Jimmy? You've got no balls.
Got no real man's spunk in you.
Do you know what I mean?
Mm?
Don't forget.
If it weren't for me, you would still be working on Cortinas at Kwik Fit.
- When I'm done with you... - Mm.
..I'm gonna go after that murdering son of yours and I'm gonna cut his throat.
All right?
We was just saying what a lovely little boy our Jimmy was.
You shouldn't be here.
Oh, I have more right than anyone else to be here, and you know that.
- Just go. - Eh?
He was our boy.
Yeah?
I know that.
You know that.
And one day, everyone else will know that.
I'm goin' home.
Oh, are you pissed again? Nice.
We were never gonna have this, were we, Freddie?
What?
You never wanted any of this with me, did you?
That's why we live in such a shithole, isn't it?
I have no idea what you are talking about.
But I am goin' home.
I was the wrong bloody sister.
Oi... Tony, Tony.
Get us another whisky, mate.
Do you know that Jimmy wants to kill me?
Do you wanna know why?
Do you wanna know why he wants to kill me?
Cos I'm the fuckin' daddy.
(Grunting)
Jesus.
Are you hurt?
No.
It's not my blood.
What is going on with you, Jimmy?
Talk to me.
- I used to feel like you didn't love him. - What?
Used to break my heart watching him...
look up at you, need your love.
But you just couldn't give it to him.
But then you changed.
(Door closes)
Ohh!
(Sighs) God's sake.
(Laughing)
Jimmy's gonna kill me.
What?
Oi...
You'd better get Freddie out of here,
you'd better get him as far away from here as you can.
Well, why little Freddie? Huh?
Eh? Why little Freddie?
Cos Jimmy's gonna come after him an' all.
Why would Jimmy hurt little Freddie?
Eh?
Freddie killed my little boy!
I knew it.
(Freddie sobbing)
Little Jimmy was your boy, wasn't he?
He was your boy, wasn't he?
I loved him so much.
Oh, God...
(Mobile ringing)
- (Freddie) Jimmy. - Fred.
Look, mate, we really need to meet up, don't we, sort all this shit out.
- Name a time and a place. - (Chuckles)
Jimmy boy, you sound so different these days.
- Just tell me, Fred. - Yeah.
Yeah, there's a lot I need to tell you, mate.
Stop fuckin' me about!
6pm tonight, see you at Tony's.
No, please... No!
(Coughing and gasping) No...
- What did you say? - No more, please.
Don't worry. You'll meet your brother very soon.
(Roars)
- Where are we going? - Grandma's gonna be taking you.
You're gonna be staying with her for a while.
What about you and Mum? I don't wanna be by myself.
Look, Fred, all right?
Mate, I am not gonna lie to you.
All right?
You are going away because of what you done to little Jimmy.
(Sniffs)
I know why you did it as well, and I'm...
I'm sorry, actually, because...
that's my fault.
You know.
I should have done better by you, mate. We all should have done better by you.
- I don't wanna go! - I know, but you have to,
cos otherwise Uncle Jimmy's gonna kill you. Do you understand?
(Sighs)
Mate. Just gotta be a bit brave.
Come on.
- When will Mum see me? - She'll come and see you soon, I promise.
- What about you? - Soon! Get in the car, go on.
Here y'are, babe, look. That should keep you going for a while, yeah?
What's gonna happen between you and Jimmy?
I dunno.
I brought you up to watch out for each other.
I want it like yours.
What?
I want it like your hair.
- Sharon. - Yeah?
Leave that now. Go and have an early lunch, yeah?
OK.
I'm gonna have to take quite a lot off. Is that gonna be all right?
Do you think Freddie'll like it?
Cos that's all that really matters to me.
OK, babe. What's going on?
I just want to look like you. For Freddie.
- I know. - You know what?
I know about little Jimmy.
Freddie told me.
He was drunk out of his skull so I know it was the truth.
- What truth? - Don't fuckin' play games with me, Maggie.
Do you remember when I came in here before?
And I said you were making eyes at my Freddie?
(Jackie sobs)
Oh...
And to think...
you'd already been there.
And not only that...
you went and had a bloody kid with him too.
My little sister.
No flies on her.
Jackie, he raped me.
Don't give me that shit.
I know you seduced him.
He broke in to our house and he dragged me from the bath.
Shut up!
And when he'd finished in me,
he...he spat in my face
just to make sure I knew what I was to him.
No.
And I used to...to watch Jimmy holding his son
like he was the most precious thing in the world.
And all the time I knew that, um...
that that lovely...
lovely little boy...
was born out of...out of rape.
How do think that made me feel, Jacks?
I don't believe you.
(Tony) How late is he now?
Half-hour.
Remember, when you've poured those first drinks, you go in the back.
Whatever you say, Jimmy.
Thinkin' about me?
What do you want?
Er...
I've been hurtin'.
- Just like you. - What?
It's been killin' me actually, I...
(Exhales)
All I wanted to do, right, is be near you and share it...
Share it?!
Yeah.
He... He was our boy, Mags.
- No. - What?
Come on, you know it as well as I do inside you.
We-We both made that beautiful boy.
- And I loved him. - He was never yours to love!
Do you understand?
My little Jimmy was never yours to love
and that is exactly why he was a beautiful boy.
Oh, don't be like that, Mags.
How could a cold-blooded monster like you ever love anyone?
Er...
What did you say?
Freddie, all you are is a cancer.
Yeah? You're cancer. You're cancer in all of our lives.
Right.
There was I thinking...
(Laughs) Are you fucking crazy?
Yeah.
Oh, well.
Maybe Jimmy will kill me now.
But he's never gonna look at you the same again, is he?
- What do you mean? - After I have to tell him everything.
Oh, it's the least I can do, innit, after all?
Man to man.
Don't do this.
You can't tell Jimmy!
All of this, right? All of it...
is over for you now. Hm?
No, it's not.
Fuckin' 'ell, Maggie!
Ahh!
Oh, fuck. Fuckin' 'ell. Oh...
I... Jackie, er...
Can you fuckin' help, yeah? Maggie's gone mental.
Ah...
Fuck.
What are you doin'? Oi.
Call a fuckin' ambulance, yeah?
Call a fuckin' ambulance, you stupid...
- Oh, shit. - Jackie.
(Freddie grunting) Where's my phone?
Oh, shit.
- (Dialling numbers) - Where...
Fuckin'... Ahh...
Uh...
(Sighs)
Give us a minute, will you, Stan?
(Ozzy) Thanks, mate.
- Still no sign of Freddie? - No.
- How long has it been now? - Five months.
- What do you think happened to him? - You tell me.
I told you back then. I had nothing to do with it.
Jackie.
- You all right? - Yeah.
Come here.
- So what's it like there? - Fine.
We're making a go of it. I bought little Freddie a dog.
Really? What kind?
Labrador.
Little Freddie chose her. He's called her Britney.
Britney? Oh, God!
He takes her for walks by the sea.
You're by the sea, then?
Jackie, why won't you tell us where you've gone?
- Mum really wants to see little Freddie. - No, she can't.
Why not?
Cos I don't want anyone from round here to know.
It's none of their bloody business.
Well, can't you tell me?
Then why did you go?
I had to.
For little Freddie's sake.
Little Freddie...? Why?
Cos I didn't want him growing up like his father.
What are you thinking, Jimmy?
Are you thinking what it's gonna be like when I'm out?
No, I was thinking about Siddy.
- And Freddie. - What about 'em?
Well, they used to run things for you, didn't they, all this time you was inside.
Things didn't turn out too well for them.
One got a bottle in the neck and the other one has...
disappeared, before I had a chance to shoot him.
What's your point?
I'm just thinking out loud, really.
But things don't look too rosy for me, do they?
Seeing as I took over from 'em.
I like you, Jimmy.
I always have.
You got brains.
The others...didn't.
Not like you.
You know who you remind me of?
Me.
No, no, no.
You're gonna be useful to me when I'm out.
Until I stop being useful.
What?
Well, that's how it is with you, isn't it?
Eh? Use 'em and then...lose 'em.
Don't make me an enemy, Jimmy.
Enemy, friend. It's all the same with you.
Freddie knew that.
You're making one big fuckin' mistake.
Did you think I didn't have the balls to do Freddie? Is that why you killed him?
I was gonna kill Freddie! I didn't need your fuckin' help!
Guard?
This is over for you now, Jimmy.
I didn't think I'd miss him. Not like this.
- You spent most of your life with him. - Yeah. What a waste of time, eh?
You can't think like that.
You're more than just him.
I'm glad for you, Mags.
Really, I am.
I'm glad it's all OK now.
Yeah.
I don't want your fuckin' pity.
Not now. Not ever.
We did something we had to do.
And now it's all over. Right?
Rest in peace, babe.
Jimmy doesn't suspect anything?
No.
And that's how it's always gonna be.
Thanks, Jackie.
You're my little sister.
Anyway, I'd better go. I've got a train to catch.
OK.
- How you gettin' on? - Yeah.
I thank God every day.
I ain't speaking to you again about this.
Next time you piss me about, you'll get a visit in the night.
- I tried to talk to the others... - Shut up!
I'm speaking.
I'm giving you a final bloody warning.
Oh, you fuck...!
Aaagh!
Jimmy says goodbye, old man.
What are you cooking?
Chicken curry.
Great!
Dunno what's wrong with me at the moment but I could eat your curry every day.
How is she?
Yeah, she's all right.
- She tell you where she lives? - No. Wouldn't say.
I think she just wants people to stay away from her and little Freddie, to be honest.
Probably for the best.
How long's this gonna take, then?
I'm Hank Marvin.
Good things come to those who wait.
Yeah.