Look at me right? And look at the Queen.
I was never a fan until it occurred to me how much
me and Ma'am have in common.
Bringing up kiddies you can't remember the names of.
And I know she's not a single parent,
but she might as well be. Plus,
the pair of us, we've stuck to our guns.
Her literally sometimes, and flagshipped a dying breed.
Admired - and despised equally.
Not for never lifting a finger.
No - for setting examples through extremity.
And whether you're a bigwig on her end or a bigwig on mine,
you've still got all your dickheads in the middle to deal with, snip-snip snipping at your benefits.
I mean she can't not be looking at me and thinking -
"What's your secret, Frank?" I got shot of my kids yonks back.
Whereas she's yet to see the back of a single one.
Fine! I've had to get out of bed on occasion to make ends meet whereas she...
she's done the whole thing from a chair.
Oh, and a drink for the lady.
Oh, sure, there's perks.
But, look at her lot.
Brian May prancing about on her roof.
Now look at my lot... we know how to throw a proper fucking paaaarty!
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I had a dream last night.
And in my dream I was 19 again.
Could feel this broken body working again, the energy,
the spring in my step...
and the people. I could see 'em, too.
Oh, I've not really met any of these folk.
But young Aiden fills me in every day on what's going on.
All the comings and goings. The screwing and the sorrow.
They sort of feel like neighbours to me now.
And I was in that place, the Jockey.
Could even smell the stale beer off the woodwork, the smoke drifting in
the air, no matter what those health and safety bastards tell ya...
And I was dancing with a girl.
She felt as real as anything.
See, you don't get older. Not inside. Not in the head.
I'm still the same guy I was at 19.
But that was the worst part of the dream...
That horrific, shattering truth.
You got old.
And there's no going back.
No fountain of youth. And I could feel myself stirring, waking up.
And I wanted to stop, to go back,
to be young again, to stay in that moment forever,
I don't want to open my eyes...
So I had a dream last night.
And it was the last dream I ever had.
You know there's a great invention called digital? Means you don't have to put up with this crackly shit.
It's the crackles that make it, Aiden. Every pop, every scratch...
That's history there.
Stan, I hate to say it, but I think your hearing's going.
Oh, stop your yapping.
Here - give me an hand finding a horse for the weekend, at Haydock.
Which one d'you fancy?
It doesn't matter. They always lose. I'm cursed.
Put a tenner on it anyway.
So...
What else have we got planned for today?
What's she like, then?
A gentlemen never discusses a lady's particulars.
So she's a dog.
No, no. She's gorgeous. She's funny, she's smart...
She'd have to be to have a chance of going out with me.
- Is she real? - You what?
Well, I've just never seen you out and about with her.
Most nights you're just pissed down the Jockey.
Are you accusing me of having a fake girlfriend?
My uncle fell in love with a sex doll.
They live in caravan together now, near Southport.
Fuckin' hell, Dom, nice one. I'd suck her shit white.
What? It's a compliment.
Thanks. Lovely!
Dom..! Dom..!
I need your help. I need you to perform the last rites.
OK - it's been a while, but here we go. We commend to you,
Oh Lord, the soul of this your servant Aiden...
No. Not for me. For the old guy. Stanton.
Serious? He's that sick?
Jesus Christ!
How long has he been like this?
Five or ten minutes.
All right. Billy, move the table, come on, give me a hand. Come on, quick, we've got to get him down.
Look, you don't need to do that.
Did you call an ambulance?
No. I'm on it.
Wait, what's the number?
Nine double bloody nine!
There's no point calling an ambulance. He doesn't want it, Dom.
Come on, breathe, you old bastard.
Will you listen to me! He wanted to die.
He did it himself.
Shit! What the bloody hell's that?
I think you burst his catheter. He took some pills.
He didn't want to live like this any more. He didn't want to be brought back.
Are you sure?
Look, he said he was going to leave a note.
And that he wanted a proper send off.
He believed, y'know, in God and all that shit.
He's gone.
Just give me a minute, will you?
Oh... just, y'know, bins... and recycling...
Somebody's got to save the bloody planet.
It's OK. Have it. I only chucked it because...
because otherwise I would have probably finished the bottle by myself.
Oh no, I wasn't going to drink it... y'know... but...
Waste not, want not.
There's no dignity in drinking alone, though.
I think we both passed the point of dignity
when we started hanging out by the bins.
But I like your style. I've got another one at home.
Come on, then.
Did he say where he was going to leave the note? Aiden!
No. I don't think so.
What did he say about it?
Dunno. I weren't here when he did it.
I was in the kitchen doing the dishes.
It's going to be a problem if we don't find this note.
The police will not like that.
Police got nothing to do with it.
For all they know, you killed the old fella.
Why would someone think that?
Just saying, considering your background.
The tag and everything. The fact you were here when Stan shuffled off the old mortal coil.
It's not the best situation, is it?
I didn't do anything.
Which is why a suicide note would really help right now.
We could forge a note.
No. No, we can't do that.
Tell you what. We need to call this in.
Come on. Aiden's got form. Without a note, the police are going to be shining their light on ASBO boy.
Assisted suicide, that's 14 years.
Be like...2030 by the time he gets out.
That's like... the future.
We'll all be living on the moon.
Please, Dom. I don't want to go to jail.
Please.
It's not today or tomorrow that's scaring me, Frank.
I can handle that. It's just...
it's going to be years and years of me doing this all on my own,
looking after the kids...
I'm putting the bins out and all of a sudden I felt that time just...
stretching out in front of me.
Yeah. Look, look, you'll be fine. Trust me.
Look. I have raised, seven, eight kids...
pretty much on my own...
I mean, if I can do it...
You're an unlikely source of inspiration.
Yes. Yes, I am.
Don't you have a job to go to?
The two most glorious words in the English language - sick leave.
Mum. It's the middle of the day.
You could take a pointer from the French you know, kiddo.
Despite their notable cowardice and distinct lack of personal
hygiene, they adopt a laissez faire attitude to the good grape.
I don't care, you freak.
She doesn't normally shut up that quickly.
I'll have to keep you around more often.
Keep the drink flowing and you won't be able to fucking get rid of me!
I weren't here when he did it.
I was in the kitchen doing the dishes.
Do you really need the sellotape?
Look at the guy's hand.
If I'm going to write like him, I need to be like him.
Aiden, has he got any family, y'know, any kids?
A daughter. Um. Alison.
Alison, OK. Alison, my lovely daughter, Alison.
Alison, Alison... it'll come.
"Yo, I decided to check out early.
"Hope all is good with you, Alison. Take care. Dad."
He's not nipping off down the shops. It's the man's last words on earth.
All right, I've got it. I've got it. "Alison.
"Sitting here, in the twilight of my years,
"I've realised that the hardest word in the world is to say goodbye.
"And it breaks my heart that I have to write it,
"that I won't have the chance to say it to you.
"But know this.
"I wish I could say it to your face one more time, Gloria,
"just hold you in my arms..."
Alison. Her name's Alison.
I know that.
- You said Gloria. - I said Alison.
It's shit anyway.
- You didn't give me time to finish. - He was normal.
There's nothing abnormal about this,
All right, granted it might be a bit more poetic.
It's a bit fuckin' torturous.
Right then how about this - "Decided to check out.
"Hope all is good with you, Alison. Take care.
"Dad." You happy now?
Bingo.
- So you think that'll be enough? - Yeah.
Right. You come in tomorrow. Bright and early.
And the moment you come in, you phone 999, right? You tell them you've found him dead, he's cold.
And I promise you, Aiden. Nobody's going to be sticking shit on you.
All right. I really need to go - meeting my liaison officer.
OK. Make sure nobody sees you on the way out, yeah?
Me and Billy will finish up here.
Bloody hell, tell you what - must have been really determined to die.
Can barely do anything with hands like these.
Poor bastard. Probably couldn't even wank either.
Yeah. Could be worse.
Yeah. Police could get all suspicious and that.
Come round, do the whole CSI thing, fingerprints, everything.
Chuck our arses in jail.
I didn't mean that, but...
Fuck.
Fuckin' hell!
Tell me you love me.
I love you, Dom.
Tell me you'll never leave me.
I'll never leave you.
You should probably answer that.
OK then.
Aidan, great timing. What's up?
It's not funny.
I'm sorry, I should have warned you. He had a skinful,
and I thought it was easier if he just crashed out here.
He lives next door.
It's not like he has to get a taxi home.
He's probably traumatised after seeing you on the lavvy.
This is not a joke!
Morning.
That's my toothbrush!
Cheers, kiddo. See you later.
He's not coming round here again.
Frank's OK. He's been a good mate.
And think of it as a lesson.
Things aren't going to be so easy any more.
You're going to need to learn to toughen up, roll with the punches.
Frank's the perfect training ground.
Has, er... Aidan called?
No.
Dom?
No.
You sure?
Yup.
That's a bit weird. Thought I would have had an update.
Oh, er... young Aidan's found himself in a spot of trouble.
Big trouble. Serious, really.
Course, I am helping him out, like.
Pretty much the only thing standing between him and jail.
That poor lad. Then he is fucked, isn't he?
Do you know what?
I think I deserve a little bit more respect round here.
It's just as well you're handsome, lad,
otherwise you really would be in trouble.
What's up?
It's his birthday.
Is that why you called me over?
Aidan, if one of the neighbours would have seen me
it would have screwed everything up!
No. Look at the return address. Angela. That's his daughter's name.
Not Alison. I tried to change it but I fucked it up.
I was late, I was in a rush.
OK. It's no big deal. I'll do it over again.
Have to be quick, though, right. Time's running out.
Longer we leave it, more chance of something screwing up.
Dom? Aidan?
Billy.
Dom, are you in there? Dom? Aidan, you in there?
Get in! Get in! Quick! Quick, quick, quick, quick.
What you doing?
Why weren't I invited?
It's not a party, you know.
We're not doing the fucking hokey cokey in here.
There's a problem with the suicide note.
Well, don't leave me on the bench! It's not fair.
I'm not useless.
You know what, you're right!
You know, when Aidan phoned me this morning, my primary concern
shouldn't have been the note, dead body, the police. No!
It should have been Billy Tutton.
Thanks, Dom.
OK. Don't do anything, don't touch anything. In fact, don't even speak.
I need to get that note written again,
and we need to get the hell out of here.
They're some nice treads, them.
I fancied a pair of them myself but Mimi's sort of cut my pocket money.
Wanted these for ages, but... you know...
Yeah, man. Live each day as if it's your last?
What you doing? I was smoking that!
And you know who wasn't smoking it, don't you?
Ever? The old fella.
So when the ambulance men roll in and the place stinks of fucking
draw, don't you think they'll be the tiniest bit suspicious?
All right, Dom! Think you need to calm down a bit.
Oh yeah, of course. It's me who's out of line, innit?
Not Smokey fucking Joe here.
Fine! Take it elsewhere. Jesus!
He's round ours practically all the time.
And he slept in the bath tub?
Yeah.
That's not good. Means he's already starting to nest.
Nest?
Burrow his way in, deep as he can,
so he's safe and warm for the winter.
And you better get used to it.
Cool!
No, it's not cool.
< I'm up for it. As long as Frank's around,
Mum doesn't feel the need to yak away at us about Dad.
Fine. I'll deal with it.
It's bad enough we have to live here,
but I'm not sharing my space with that...
parasite.
You'll deal with it?
You're an amateur, kid.
Not only are you not in the same league as Frank,
you're not even playing the same sport.
No, no, no! I'm sorry! Please, I didn't mean to upset you!
Ohhh! The fake tears gambit! Risky. But if you pull it off...
Course I'll pull it off. I'm a woman!
Frank Gallagher doesn't stand a chance.
I just feel like...
now's the time the family needs to pull together, just us.
So if you could give us some space, please...
Bloody hell, kid!
Thank you.
No, I mean, that was awful!
She's rubbish!
Harsh but fair. Nobody likes a critic.
Listen, I have seen the masters of this art
down the dole office.
I wanted the job so bad! I'm a failure!
Dad, I let you down!
I mean, you... You're all over the place.
Too much vibrato, too many tears, too soon,
no sense of building to a crescendo.
I don't want you hanging round my house, Frank. End of!
Well, your mum does. End of!
You do not want to go to war with me!
That's a lot better.
Yeah, yeah. I think that could be your thing.
You know, cold, mechanical, threatening.
Leave the emotional stuff to the experts.
Morning.
You one of the family?
Come to wish the old bugger happy birthday?
No. I'm... I'm here to do the garden.
Oh, you can do mine as well. Free of charge, of course.
Yeah, OK.
Right, well...
I'll just pop in and give Stan this bottle of whiskey.
It's got his name on it.
No, you can't!
He's... He's gone out...
for cake and ice cream, for his birthday.
I don't know when he'll be back.
Your eyes are a little bloodshot, son.
Yeah. I'm allergic...
to grass.
Right.
What were you thinking?
You told me not to smoke inside.
Yeah, but the neighbours have seen you,
so we can't go through with the plan now.
You said Stan wasn't here!
You're being a bit aggressive.
And you're fucking useless!
Don't... Don't say that again!
OK.
OK. This is what we do.
We re-write the suicide note.
We make up some shit about how he wanted to die somewhere nice
and peaceful, nature around him.
Yeah, that's nice.
'We take Stanton out to his car,
'we stick him in the driver's seat, pills next to him.
'Meanwhile, Aidan's showed up for work.'
I think he just wanted to end it all.
'Police go out there, find him
'in the car, dead, probably been there all night. Whatever.'
End of story.
Right, Aidan. Go outside, make sure the coast is clear.
Nobody, nobody, can see us.
Got it?
Yeah.
Keys?
Shit!
I've got them.
This is from this morning.
Yeah. Some dickhead traffic warden nabbed me.
You took the car out for a drive?
Well, I had to go town, get these trainers.
That wasn't the plan!
It's OK! He said that I could use his car whenever I wanted.
They are nice trainers, though.
I might ask Mimi to get me a pair for my birthday.
Are you both fucking insane?
This means we can't take Stanton out in the car
because it's been ticketed, logged, as being somewhere else!
Maybe he stopped off in town on his way to commit suicide.
He died yesterday, not today! That's the whole point!
We had to make it look as if the car had been there overnight.
Maybe...
Maybe the corpse had just got up, started the car, drove into town?
Shopping trip of the living fucking dead?
Shit! Yeah, I see your point. Tricky situation, innit?
Christ, right! Get him back inside.
Right, well, what we going to do now?
I don't know.
All I do know is we're standing in a fucking garage with
a fucking dead body and we're all in the fucking shit
unless we find a way out of this! So come on!
I think you need to come up with a better plan, Dom. I mean...
to be fair, you've pretty much screwed things up so far.
Eh! It would have been fine if your useless fucking arse
hadn't have come over and ruined everything.
Don't call me useless! Fair warning.
Well, what you going to do?
Get your fucking wife to fight your battles for you
like the useless twat you are?
Told you to shut it!
Stop it! Stop it!
This isn't what I asked for!
He was a nice guy and you're not treating him with any respect.
I'm not? It's Dom!
He keeps going on at me!
No, I think the boy's right.
You're treating my father with a lot of disrespect.
I know it looks bad.
You're Aiden, aren't you? I recognise you.
Dad sent me a photo.
You did it, didn't you?
Yes.
Aiden. You don't have say anything right now.
Who are you?
A friend of Aiden's. I'm a priest. On gardening leave.
We're the clean-up guys.
- We're not. - If people have a problem, they call us.
We're not professionals.
Yeah. I gathered that.
I know he wanted to end things. He talked about it and...
I said to him, "Don't drag anyone else into this."
It's all right.
No, it's not.
He used to say he just wanted to sleep.
He said he was sick of waking up.
He had no right to ask you.
I'm sorry about all of this but I was scared.
I didn't want to get in trouble.
You're not in trouble.
My dad was lucky to know somebody like you.
What was all that about, eh?
Aiden swore he didn't do it and he goes all doey-eyed and...
Billy. We need to talk about this.
You said I was useless.
Yeah?
What kind of a mate are you, anyway?
Well, we're not really mates, are we?
Yeah. Exactly. So I don't need to listen to you.
Try and wrestle your fucking head around this.
Aiden's fine. Stan's daughter's cool.
You're still a twat.
Billy. Billy!
All right?
I'm going to go stay with Gran for a bit.
What brought this on?
I realised that every time you look at me... Saul... Tam...
You see him. You see Dad. And you resent us for...
for being here.
No. Don't say that.
It's OK. I think it's good that Frank's here.
You've got a mate. It's what you need. I just feel...
I'm in the way.
You are never, ever in the way, all right?
I'm sorry if I made you feel like that. From now on...
just the four of us.
Don't cry. You'll start me off.
I hear you've been buzzing round Esther's.
Everybody needs good neighbours.
Friendly warning. That's my brother's missus. You don't want the unfriendly one.
It's not like that, y'know, she's a mate. It's not sexual.
Well, not on my part.
The unfriendly warning involves you picking your teeth off the bar, Frank.
Service with a bloody smile, eh?
If you're wanting to apologise for hitting me...
No. You deserved it. You've got a really punchable face.
Just felt sorry for you sitting here alone. Where's your bird?
Working.
"Fuck off, Billy. Leave me alone."
Billy, no... it's just this whole Aiden thing, yeah?
I'm sorry. Sit down.
What are you so worried about? Aiden did a good job.
We're all in the clear.
Because he lied to us.
He told Stanton's daughter he helped him to die.
Maybe he lied to her.
And the flash trainers? And driving around in Stan's car.
- You think he killed him? - No, but...
Maybe he did. Fits the profile. Serial killer.
Mimi's got loads of them true crime books at home.
She's probably in some of them, too.
90% of serial killers are male,
abandoned by their families, unstable families with alcohol or drug addiction.
C'mon, his mum was a prossie and a junkie, so that ticks that box.
For fuck's sake. He's not a serial killer.
Interested in voyeurism and pornography.
That's everyone round here.
Wets their beds until they were 12.
Look. Aiden's got no-one else to rely on.
We can't start thinking shit about him.
He's just a nice normal lad.
That's it.
I can't, not this afternoon. Family problems.
I really need to focus on my kids.
Yeah, but I won't make much noise.
You'll hardly even know I'm there.
Sorry, Frank.
Aw, she'll come round.
She won't.
It's the bloody kids, y'know? They can't see it.
She needs me. She's got no-one else.
Just get her drunk and shag her.
No. It's not like that. I like her. She's a friend.
You know, fucking... mate.
So. Blow job?
Gimme a second.
Whoa.
Walked into a door.
Yeah, well...
It's nothing. Just my old man... Biddy. Sometimes...
Sometimes he struggles to get his point across.
Hang on, I've got some TCP here somewhere.
I've told him I don't like it. The shouting's bad enough but...
No, no. You can't just tell him.
In one ear, out the other. Write it down.
Make him read it. Come here.
Right, hold still a bit. This may sting.
Ahhhh! The fuck...!
I said it might sting.
Fucking turps, Frank. If you're trying to make me feel better, it's not helping.
Would a couple of pints and a party make you feel better?
Stan enjoyed a party.
He would have been really made up to see everyone having a great time... just living life.
I guess all that's left to say is... to Stan.
To Stan!
Who's Stan?
No idea.
Let's party!
I'm just glad I could get Aiden off the hook.
I thought you said he asked Dom to help.
Well, yeah... me and Dom.
Or more likely just Dom and you were hanging around like a spare twat.
She's always trying to make out like I'm useless.
Hey, you're not useless.
Come on, quick as you can.
You're being a right dick. Mum's miserable.
And you're making it worse.
Just because the medicine tastes bad,
doesn't mean it's not necessary.
Don't know what I was worried about, anyway.
Frank Gallagher was a total pushover.
You sure about that?
You made it. Let me get that.
No, you're all right.
C'mon, Dom. I'm buying a round for the whole bar anyway.
Y'know these don't care about Stanton. They're all leeches, hangers on.
Hey. Don't be arguing with my favourite customer.
Come on, Jamie. He's a kid - he can't afford it anyway.
So you don't want me to pay for your drink?
All right, fine. Make it a double yeah?
What the fuck's that? This is Stanton's cash card.
What are you doing with that?
It's OK.
No, it's not OK.
Drinks for everyone!
Outside. Now.
Why have you got his cash card?
- He gave it to me. - Bullshit!
He did.
You've never had much luck, have you, Aiden? Your dad buggering off, your mam a junkie, on the game,
turning her back on you. But look at you now, eh?
With your flash new trainers, a car, money, centre of fucking attention.
Fucking hell!
Sorry.
I thought you were just a poor kid.
Scared. Out of his depth.
But I see you for what you really are, Aiden.
You killed him, didn't you little bastard? Yes, you fucking did.
You did it.
Dom!
Is this how you think it went down?
Aidan!
Probably enjoyed it, didn't I?
Got a kick out of it.
You don't need to do this.
Do it? It's already done.
Make you feel better, judging me,
throwing me to the wolves? Nah. It didn't, did it?
Poor old Dom, eh?
He ain't happy till everyone's fucked up as him.
We can make that happen.
This is the part where you wake up, gasping for breath.
Ohh!
How did it go, then?
Aidan got arrested.
Yeah, I heard. Ah! So Frank came round, all droopy-eyed.
"Me kid! Me fuckin' kid!"
Yup.
He doesn't miss a trick.
Me neither. Bottle of whisky, please.
Drink's not always the answer.
Do you have to go now?
You know I do.
Can't you just stay a little bit longer?
Hanging on by a thread here.
If you want me to stay for till this afternoon,
you'll have to pay me again.
Just need a mate.
Then call a mate.
I don't have any mates. Don't have anyone.
I don't have any more money. I've got nothing.
Then call me when you do. Take care, Dom.
Nadine, come on! Wait.
Please.
My name's not really Nadine. You do realise that, right?
Just wanted to apologise for last night.
You heard about Aidan, then?
Yeah.
I know he didn't kill my father.
You seem pretty certain about that. I mean,
these things do happen, especially where Aidan comes from.
Dad asked me, many times.
He asked me to help him die and I wouldn't.
I couldn't.
And he told me...
he told me he didn't want to see another birthday pass.
I knew he wouldn't be with us any more.
Just... be there for Aidan, eh? He did a brave thing.
There aren't many brave men left in the world.
Sorry about Aidan.
Mum said you were sick, care of you and..
Considering what's been going on.
Thanks.
Bloody hell, mate! You going to a fancy dress party?
For with the judgment you pronounce, you will be judged,
and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.
Why do you see the speck that is in your brother's eye
but you do not notice the log that is in your own?
Matthew 7, verses 1-5.
So, what... you've got something in your eye?
Any chance of a cup of tea?
You said you had information pertaining to Aidan Croker?
Yeah.
He didn't kill the old fella,
Stanton.
He didn't even help Stanton do himself in. He's innocent.
How do you know this?
Because... it was me.
I helped Stanton. I helped him die.
It was me.
Frank?
Frank, what the hell are you doing?
Frank!
What? What, what, what?
You're in my bed, naked!
It's not... it's not what it looks like! It's not... it's not sexual.
It's... come on, it's...
Look, it's flaccid, it's flaccid! It's like a baby's!
I know, Frank. I'm not stupid!
I know you didn't mean anything by it.
Thank you.
But you have to go, anyway.
I didn't want to get drunk. They forced me.
My life's been turned upside down and back to front.
I don't want to live in a war zone, fighting with my kids,
with her, every day.
I don't have the energy.
Fine.
I'll just see myself out.
You've made bail. Friend of yours has posted it for you.
Love, I don't have any friends.
I wonder why! Shift it!
Why didn't you tell me you helped Stanton die
back in the house that first morning?
Cos you're a priest.
Come on! Not really.
Yeah, but you believe in that stuff, sin, the soul.
Didn't want you looking down on me. I like you, Dom.
You know, I don't know whether
you're bullshitting me or not any more.
You probably should have thought about that
before you turned yourself into the police.
You're screwed now. Why d'you do it?
You wouldn't understand.
That's all that's left of his money. It's OK.
It's a couple of grand. It'll get you started elsewhere.
Brought your stuff.
You sending me into exile, Aidan?
This place is killing you.
And now you're going to end up in jail. For what?
I know you don't think that I'm smart,
but you're just like my mum, fucking things up on purpose,
punishing yourself. See, Stanton... he didn't have a choice.
Parkinson's. He couldn't escape from that. But you can.
Take you anywhere you like.
You're ridiculous, you know that?
You can stop right here.
Here?
Yeah, here.
But there's nothing here.
Yeah, quite like that.
For my own peace of mind, Aidan,
what happened with the old fella? What really happened?
Bye, Dom.
Thanks...
for everything.
'There was a lot of things I meant to tell young Aidan...
'..how weird it was to think of it all going on without me,
'once I'm gone.
'Life, people sleepwalking through it, racing through it, stumbling...
'forgetting to stop and enjoy it.'
Think you're right.
Think I am useless.
Who feeds Cilla every day?
Who looks after her, bathes her, plays with her, puts her to bed?
You're not useless, Billy. You're a housewife. And a damn good one.
Let's face it. I need you more than you need me.
'I meant to tell him that it doesn't matter...'
We're having casserole for dinner. And, you know, Mum makes too much.
So, you know, if you wanted to...
Touch my fucking toothbrush again and I'll fucking kill ya.
'..All the small problems, the slights, the bumps in the road.'
That's mine!
'One day, we'll all be dust and this will be nothing.
'I meant to tell him the other thing about what I said,
'about waiting for the right horse to come in.
'Yeah, it's a pain in the arse when you lose,
'but at least you had the thrill of the race,
'the beauty of uncertainty.
'At least you were living in that moment.
'That's what it was all about.
'Ahh! He's a smart kid.
'He'll work it out.'
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So since I was running about like a twat, and you've been
round at Esther's the whole time,
who's been feeding Stella?
I dunno.
S'pose she's been feeding herself.