All or Nothing (2002)

[bunniefuu]

Gotta be careful, the floor's wet.

Do you want a hand?

Did you break down?

What?

Did you have an accident?

Nah.

Some f*cking monkey c**t
nicked my bike, man.

f*cking c**t! f*cking c**t!
f*cking c**t!

'Ere, Pen...

Fancy going out?

When?

Saturday?

Um...

Yeah, all right then.

Oh, don't be so enthusiastic.

- Oil
- One-Three.

- Sit down!
- "Yeah?”

I'm clearing Cranston Road
in a minute or two.

Can you just wait?

Here.

Are you there, One-Three?

Can you pick up at 12 Bellott Street,
SE10, going to Charlton?

- Say again.
-'12 Bellott Street, yeah?'

Going to Charlton.
Got it.

- Mr Eyles?
- Yeah, er, Elephant and Castle.

Oh!

Oh, Christ!

I don't f*cking believe it!

Listen, I gotta get the car fixed.

Some b*tch in a Volvo
smacked me up the arse.

I've got no f*cking lights.

Ron, I told you, no swearing over the air.
What's going on?

- I gotta get the car off the road.
- 'Why, what's the damage?'

'She's buggered my tail lights.
I ain't legal!'

- 'Is the car mobile?'
- 'Drivable, yeah.'

- Well, just come back to base.
- 'I can't do that, Neville.'

Come back to base
and get it done tomorrow.

No, I gotta do it now.

Listen, Ron, don't mess me about.
I'm short of drivers.

Neville, f*ck off!

How much, then?

Overnight?

Hundred and fifty.

That the best you can do?

You want it
in the morning, innit?

- All right, Phil?
- Hi, Ron.

Got smacked up the arse.

Yeah, heard it on the radio.

- Are you leaving it here?
- Yeah.

Oh, I'll run you home.

Oh, cheers, mate.

- Ain't it nice?
- Yeah.

Feel like sunbathing.

Get me bikini on... not.

I'll see you later... alligator.

Ta-ra, then.

- Hello, Rory.
- All right?

You all right, Craig?

- You all right?
- Yeah.

Coming in for your tea, Rory,
about twenty minutes?

All right.

Just f*ck off, Craig.
f*cking w*nk*r!

- Just... f*ck off!
- Rory!

- What are you playing at?
- He's always doing that.

You all right?

- Did he hurt ya?
- Nah.

It's only a ball.

- What are you doing?
- He's a tosser.

He ain't a tosser.

- You're not at school now, you know.
- I know.

- What time do you get up this morning?
- I don't know.

- Yes, you do.
- No, I don't. I don't know.

Probably about two o'clock, I expect.

You should leave him alone, Rory,
he's smaller than you.

- So? He's older.
- Yeah, but you're bigger.

- Why are you taking his side, Mum?
- I ain't taking his side.

- Yes, you f*cking are.
- Don't swear.

Yeah, it's all right,
I've got me key.

- Come on!
- Don't shout!

- What's she doing?
- Well, I dunno.

She's probably on the toilet
or something.

- Rory!
- What's wrong with you?

What's wrong with you,
you mean.

- All right?
- Yeah, I'm all right.

What you been doing?

Nothing... just reading.

- How's work?
- All right.

- Everyone OK?
- Yeah.

What's for tea?

Chicken and vegetable pies.

- Want a biscuit?
- Nah.

- You all right, mate?
- Yeah.

Ain't got no whiplash nor nothing?

She f*cked off.

- Did she?

Do you exchange insurance details
with her and that?

I pulled over, right?

She scarpers.

That's not very nice, is it?

f*cking women.

Wouldn't be a world
without 'em, mate.

Anyway, she might have done you
a favour.

How do you mean?

Well... if it hadn't have happened,

you might have driven round
the next corner and k*lled a little kid.

It's whatsit, innit?

Fickle finger of fate.

If you knew what was gonna happen to you
when you woke up in the morning,

you'd never get out of bed.

That's life.

The old clock ticks.
World turns round.

Tide comes in, tide goes out.

You're born, you die.
That's it.

What does your missus make
at Safeway?

I dunno, to tell you the truth.

- What, you don't know what she earns?
- Enough, yeah.

Keeps the wolf from the door.

With the bit I make.

- All right?
- Hello.

- I'll see you tomorrow.
- Yeah, see you, Ron.

- All right?
- All right?

What you got there, then?

Burger buns.

Three dozen.

Well, we ain't gonna
eat all them.

No, it's all right,
they're long-life, look.

- What's the expiry date?
- Uh...

24th October.

That's...
That's four months away.

Yeah.

Cor, what they got in 'em, then?

I dunno.

Chemicals.

Picked a bloke up
from the cash and carry.

He was trying to get a refund on 'em.
They wouldn't have it.

He gave them to me as a tip.

He was drunk.

He bought them for a barbecue.
No one turned up.

- We'll have to get some burgers, then.
- Yeah.

All right, boy?

What you been up to today, then?

He's been fighting today.

- What?
- f*ck off, Mum!

Rory, will you stop
swearing at me, please.

You been clumping people again?

Don't listen to her,
she don't know nothing about it.

It's cos he ain't got nothing
to do with himself.

Shut up, he was asking for it!

He's moping about here all day,
looking for trouble.

I ain't looking for trouble!
I ain't done nothing!

When are you gonna take him
up the Job centre?

f*ck sake! I'll get a job when I want -
ain't got nothing to do with you!

Just stop going on about it!

Rory, calm down!

Nobody's having a go at you.
I'm just trying to help you.

f*ck off!

Filled the car up with petrol
this morning.

Thirty-eight quid.

- Been busy?
- Yeah.

Rory, can you put your plate
on the table, please?

Yeah, all right!

Picked up from a doctor's surgery
dinner time.

Old bloke.

He had one of them...
what's the name... frame.

- Zimmer.
- Yeah.

Only wanted to go
to the next street.

I says, "Sorry, mate, I got to charge you
the minimum fare, £3.50.

You shouldn't have
charged him nothing.

No, I know.

I said,
"Oh, call it a couple of quid.”

No, you shouldn't have
called it nothing.

Well, he wasn't having it.

Insisted on giving me
the full fare.

You didn't have to take it,
though, did you?

No, but... it's his...
what's the name, innit, his...

- Dignity.
- Yeah.

No price on that when you're old.

Ron's had a bump.

- Some old woman ran into him.
- Oh, is it a write-off?

Nah.

I said to him,
"Make the most of it, mate.

"Have a day off."

He likes working.

It's a nice evening tonight.

Yeah.

I ain't been for a walk for ages.

Fancy going for a walk later on?

No, not really.

Take you out for a drink
if you like.

No.

- Rory!
- What?

Well, we ain't finished yet.

So?

- There's pudding.
- I know.

- Are you in, Donna?
- Yeah.

- Do you want a bit of chicken pie?
- No!

Leave that, I'll do it later.

Christ Almighty,
you've had all day.

Do you wanna go out later?

- What?
- Little drink?

- No.
- Why not?

I had a rough day.

Have you?

What are you doing for tea, Dad?

I don't know.

- Can we get a takeaway?
- No.

Right. So, we'll starve then,
shall we?

- What's in the freezer?
- Not a lot.

Well, what?

A sausage meal
and a raspberry ripple.

- Is that all?
- Yeah.

- There's two chicken korma in there.
- No, there ain't.

We had them last night.

- No, we never.
- Yes, we did.

Yeah, me and Dad.

- You never had nothing.
- She never f*cking does.

- So, what are we doing, then?
- Oh, maybe I'll get a takeaway.

- When?
- Later.

Well, I ain't had nothing to eat
since I got up.

- Well, whose fault's that?
- I'm starving!

- You ain't done nothing since you got up.
- What about her? Lazy cow!

- When are you gonna get a job?
- f*ck off!

What's the matter?
Ain't you hungry again?

- No, I ain't.
- What, you on a diet?

No.

- You look like a skeleton.
- Shut up!

- It's better than being fat, ain't it?
- Yeah, it is.

Yeah, it is.

Exactly,
so what you complaining about?

I ain't complaining.
It's you that's complaining.

I ain't complaining,
I like a bit of fat.

Keeps me warm at nights.

It's all you've got
to keep you warm at night.

- I'll make you some mashed potato.
- I don't want mashed potato.

- Chips?
- I'll have a few chips.

- How many's a few?
- A few!

- Two?
- Funny.

- Three?
- Shut up!

- You going out tonight?
- Yeah.

- Where are you going?
- Out!

- Oh, I've been there.
- Have you?

Yeah, it gets a bit packed, though,
don't it?

Yeah, it does.

Who are you going out with,
Scarface?

Shut up! That's
bang out of order, that is!

Do you want this duvet cover
on your bed?

No, I don't.

And what are you
ironing that for anyway?

Nobody irons duvet covers.

I do, if someone pays for it.
I'll iron anything within reason.

I'll put a few chips on.
Two, weren't it?

All right, Sam?

- All right?
- You locked out?

No.

Oh, good.

- Is your mum in?
- Yeah.

- Evening, Jason.
- Yeah, all right?

- She's ready for you.
- Is she?

Only took her two hours.

All right?

All right?

- How you doing?
- Yeah, not bad.

Taking her out, are you?

Yeah, of course.

- Where you going, then?
- Down the pub.

That's nice.

Where are you going?

I dunno.

- All right?
- All right, come on.

- All right, Donna?
- Yeah.

- Can I come, too?
- No, you can't.

- Why not?
- f*ck off!

Have a nice time without me.

- You off?
- Yeah.

Be good. If you can't be good,
be careful.

f*ck off!

What, am I not allowed
to talk to her?

There's no need
to argue about it!

Shut up!

All right, Craig?

Oi, what? What do you keep f*cking
looking at me for?

Don't f*cking look at me
or I'll f*cking slice you, you c**t!

f*cking mug!

f*cking w*nk*r!
Get your f*cking hands off me!

What are you doing, Dad?

- Get off!
- Come on, shift over.

What are you looking for?

- Money.
- There ain't none down there.

- Come on, get up.
- I'm telling you, there ain't none.

- Here, give us it.
- No, that's mine.

- Come on, give us it.
- No, finders keepers.

- Don't mess about.
- No, f*ck off!

- Look, I'll give you double tomorrow.
- No.

I ain't joking.

Well, you can borrow it,
but you owe me a quid, all right?

All right.

Come on, let go.

Ta.

Yeah?

- Yeah, can I come in?
- Yeah.

All right?

Is that any good?

Yeah, it's all right.

You got any spare change?

Yeah, I might have a bit.

Only it's me what's the name.
Got to pay it tomorrow.

Yeah, of course.

- Don't want to leave you short.
- No, no, it's all right.

- It's all right, I'll get it.
- OK.

- Where's your purse?
- It's downstairs.

- In your coat?
- Yeah.

- It's not much.
- It all helps.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

What about your dinner money?

No, it's all right,
I've still got a fiver.

- I'll give it back to you.
- OK.

Thanks, love.

- Night-night.
- Night.

I should've just got half a tank.

It's Friday tomorrow.

Yeah, I know.

I ain't had a very good week,
this week.

Ain't you?

No.

Got any spare?

Oh, yeah, I got a bit,
but ain't never spare, is it?

Can I borrow some?

I'll pay you back at the weekend.

Why don't you get up
earlier in the mornings?

Drive people to work?
Take them to the airport?

Yeah, I know what you mean.

It's downstairs in me bag,
in me bike basket.

- Shall I take it out?
- No, bring it up.

All right.

I only need a tenner.

Ta.

Have you got any change?

Yeah, I got a bit.
Ain't much though.

That should do it.

Do you want me to take that
downstairs for you?

No.

Give us a clue, then.

Um...

"Biblical son of Isaac, five letters.

"Starting with a 'J"."

Jonah.

Oh, yeah.

No, it ain't.

It's what's the name...
Jacob.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

It's a thousand pound prize.

- S it?
- Yeah.

No, I ain't sure, then.

Give us another one.

No, I'm gonna go to sleep now.

Right.

Be up in a minute.

- Night.
- Night.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

- You going downstairs for a bit?
- Yeah.

All right.

- Morning, Harold.
- Morning.

- You all right?
- Sweating like a pig, ain't 1?

- Having a breather, Sid?
- Mm...

- Ain't you hot, then?
- No.

Well, you're lucky.

- Are you working at the weekend?
- Yeah.

Just you and me then, innit.

You make sure you go to bed early
tonight then, eh?

- Mind your elbow, honey.
- Mm-hmm.

Looks good.

- Hundred and fifty.
- Hundred and eighty!

You said one-fifty.

Overnight service, Ron.

Sorry.

Drive safe.

You was out of order yesterday,
you know that?

Well out of order.

Yeah?

From over the chip shop?

Morning.

Deptford, yeah, I know.

All right, Ron?

Yeah.

- He didn't let you down, then?
- No, he didn't.

Good.

All right, Nev?

I've got your rent.

That's... sixty.

- So, where's the rest?
- That's eight pound coins.

- Twelve in change.

Where you going with that?

- Yeah, sorry, Nev.

I done tell you already,
I don't deal in shekels.

- Gladiator Cars. Dinah speaking.
- Go to the bank, man.

- Sick in my stomach.
- Yeah?

Take two now and, uh...
I'll owe you a tenner.

Look, if you're gonna rent my radios,
show me some respect.

Yeah, I'll drop it off later.

Give me proper money,
man! Chuh!

I'll phone you when the driver's
outside your house.

Am I being a*usive, though?

Wait... why you
slam down the phone for?

Boy, you got bad attitude.

- Thank you.
- Bye.

See ya.

Excuse me.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

- What?
- Nothing.

- Got a problem?
- No, I ain't got a problem.

- Ain't you?
- Why should I have a problem?

- Do you have a good time last night?
- Yeah, I did, actually.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah, I am sure.

- Are you?
- Yeah.

- That's good.
- Yeah, it is good.

- Where'd he take you, then?
- Never you mind.

- Somewhere nice, was it?
- Yeah, it was, actually.

I reckon you got
a bit of a problem.

Like what?

Got a customer.

For f*ck's sake.

- All right?
- All right?

Just a Coke, please.

You all right?

Just come from work then,
have you?

Yeah.

What you been up to, then?

Not a lot. Just got up.

What do you have to do, then?
At work?

Cleaning.

What, you have to wipe down
the old granddads and that?

No, it's not my job.

Who does that, then?

- Carers.
- It's disgusting.

Glad it's not my job.

- It's better than working here, though.
- Yeah, but at least I've got a job.

f*ck off.

What about when they die?

Well, I just got to clear out
their rooms.

How much do you think
it's gonna be?

Oh, about fourteen, fifteen.

OK.

Is that all right?

Yeah.

What?

You think I ain't got it?

Eh?

Oh, no, f*ck it. I'm...

It's, er...
all the stuff that...

I mean, it all, you know,
it was like... it was supposed to...

and he was gonna bring round the...
and just f*cking...

I just kept thinking too much,
you know.

I mean, I don't...
you know...

You seem like a nice bloke.

And, um...

Uh, f*cking w*nk*r,
you know, f*cking...

What can you...

Are we, uh...

Round there they used to, uh...

Someone... See that door there,
it used to open inwards.

- Yeah?
- I should've, uh...

should've done something else.

Did you go to bed early, then?

About ten-ish.

Ten-ish!

That is early.

I'm starving.

- Kettle's just boiled.
- I ain't on a break.

I can't remember the last time
I was in bed by ten.

About 1950, I should think.

One o'clock, me...
if I'm lucky.

Two.

Half three sometimes.

And half an hour later,
I'm pacing about.

Then I try again.

Nightmares.

Wake up sweating.

Or freezing.

Make myself a cup of tea.

Drop off in the chair.

Here.

I'd give a year's wages
for a good night's sleep.

Thanks.

I bet you'll be up late tonight, though,
won't you, with your boyfriend.

Saturday night.

I ain't got a boyfriend,
you know that.

What do you drink, then?
Lager?

Yeah.

Couple of pints'| do me.

Fish and chips.

Saturday night.

- What are you doing?
- What does it look like I'm doing?

I dunno, that's why I'm asking you.

Oh, what, I ain't allowed
to touch you no more?

- I ain't saying that.
- Eh?

Get off!

Give us some of that.

- Well, you got your own there.
- I don't want one of me own.

- Come on!
- No.

For f*ck's sake.

- Don't pinch me!
- Oi. Don't hit me!

Right, and another thing, right?

Don't you dare phone me
at half eleven at night, right?

I texted you.
You never phoned me back.

Oh, f*ck that!
No, I'm out with the boys, right?

You're showing me up.
You're making a right mug of me.

That's your problem, innit!

- I was gonna get back to you, wasn't I?
- Was ya?

- Of course I f*cking was! Just relax.
- You relax.

Oh, f*ck!

Well, so what are we doing then?
We going out or what?

- Staying in.
- Oh, we're staying in, yeah?

That's nice innit, eh? Eh?

Get off!

Come here.

- No.
- f*cking come here!

No, I don't wanna!

- You love it, don't you, eh?
- What?

I swear to God, right,

you are the biggest c*ck teaser
I've ever met in my life.

- f*ck off! I ain't a c*ck teaser!
- How'd you get that bruise?

- You done it.
- Good.

- Does it hurt, does it, eh?
- No.

- f*cking hurts.
- No.

- What you doing?
- Nothing.

What's the matter?

I'm all right.

What, you don't like
the way I'm doing it to you?

Yeah.

- Stop playing about, Donna.
- I ain't playing about.

Yeah, just lay down.

- I don't want to lay down.
- Just lay the f*ck down!

I don't want to f*cking lay down with you!

Oh, what?
You don't want to do it no more?

- I ain't saying that.
- Eh?

I ain't saying that.

No, no, no, just tell me,
you don't want to do it no more.

Oh, f*ck this!

- Where are you going?
- I'm getting out of here, all right?

I don't need this.

Do you know what I mean?
Right, I make the effort.

I drive all the way round here,
nearly two miles.

Right, we're getting it on
on the bed and all that, right?

Sweet, lovely...
and you go all cold on me.

I mean, you blow all hot and cold, Donna,
like some f*cking tap.

Do you know
how that makes me feel, eh?

Oh, terrific, lovely,
thanks very much.

I can go somewhere else,
Donna, right?

I'll go down the pub with the boys,
yeah? Right?

I don't give a f*ck.

f*cking end of!

f*cking little b*tch.

- I don't want you to go.
- Yeah, well, I'm going, ain't 1?

I wanna talk to you.

What do you wanna talk about?
I don't want to talk, I want a shag!

Well, I do wanna talk.
I wanna tell you something!

Well, what do you wanna tell me,
for f*ck's sake?

- I'm pregnant!
- What?

Say that again.

I'm pregnant.

No, you ain't pregnant.
You're on the pill.

I know I'm on the pill,
but I'm having a baby.

Bullocks!

It's yours.

You... No, you're having
a f*cking laugh.

It's not very funny, is it?

No, how'd you know?

- What? How do I know I'm pregnant?
- Yeah. Yeah.

- How do you know you're pregnant?
- I went up the doctor's.

- When?
- Two weeks ago.

- Two weeks!
- Yeah.

You've f*cking known for two weeks
and you didn't bother to tell me?

- I ain't seen you for two weeks, have 1?
- Bullocks! You seen me on Thursday!

And when I do,
you're always shouting at me!

You...
f*cking hell, Donna!

Oh, for f*ck's sake.

♪ My, my, my, Delilah ♪

♪ Why, why, why, Delilah? ♪

♪ Du, du-du-du, du ♪

♪ I could see ♪

♪ That girl was no good for me ♪

♪ But I was lost like a sl*ve ♪

- ♪ That no man could free
- ♪ Da, da-da-da, da-da... ♪ ♪

All right, Carol?

♪ At break of day
when that man drove away... ♪

What's that look for?

What look?

You give us a f*cking look.

No, I ain't.

Yeah, you did.

Are you getting the hump again?

- I ain't got the hump.
- Don't get stroppy with me.

- I ain't getting stroppy with you.
- Ain't you?

- No.
- I'm your mate.

We're all mates, ain't we?

Yeah.

There you are, see?

Take no f*cking notice of me.

I ain't taking no notice of you.

You've been a good friend to me,
Maureen.

Yeah, I have.

- I love you.
- I love you too, Carol.

- Do you?
- Yeah.

- Yeah, it's all right, Carol.
- Oh, Penny!

Pretty girl.

Your turn.

Do you love me?

Yeah.

I bet you stopped taking the pill
on purpose, didn't you?

Of course I never.

That's exactly what you'd do, Donna.
just to f*cking keep me!

- Oh, you think so, do you?
- Swear on your mum's grave!

She ain't dead yet!

Right, I mean, right,
if I ever found out you did that to me,

I'll f*cking k*ll you, you slag!

Go on then, k*ll me!

f*cking...

Listen to me, right,

- this doesn't have to be a big thing.
- It is a big thing!

No, it ain't, Donna.

This happens all the time to people.

All you've got to do
is you go and get rid of it, yeah?

I ain't gonna be a w*nk*r.
I'll give you a little bit of money,

and you know, I'll even come along
to the place and sort it with you.

- That's nice of you, innit!
- It's done and dusted then, Donna.

- Just like that.
- Yeah, simple.

Simple.

I mean it, right -

if you keep it,
I'm f*cking walking.

You wanna stay with me,
you f*cking get rid of it, right?

And that's it, is it?

What wanna have a kid for,
Donna, eh?

How are you gonna feed it?
How are you gonna support it?

I don't want to be a dad,
Donna, right?

I don't want to do it.
I ain't up to it.

I don't even want to be with you!

- f*ck off!
- Yeah!

Yeah, I've been thinking about it
for a couple of months now,

thinking about jacking it all in,
to be honest with you,

cos all we ever do, right,
when we get together, Donna,

is f*cking argue, innit?

Ain't that the truth?

It's doing my f*cking head in!

You know when I went up to Newcastle
with Cookie and the boys?

Yeah, we was in a club.

I pulled the best little bit of p*ssy
ever, in the toilets, yeah.

- f*ck off!
- Don't you dare!

She had a lovely pair of t*ts,
tight arse,

and I tell you what,

she gave me the best f*cking blow job
I've ever had in my life.

Ten times better
than you could ever give it.

Oh, oh, what, what, what,
are you gonna start crying now, are you?

- I'm not crying.
- No, go on, cry. Go on, let it all out.

f*ck off!

I mean it, Donna, you lumber me
with a kid, you won't know what's hit you.

- I'll make your life sh*t!
- You already do!

I'll bury you, you c**t!
f*cking mug!

- J But if you love him
- Oh, thanks.

- Cheers, girls.
- & You'll forgive him... J

Take this off.

- In a minute.
- Has it got sleeves?

No, it's sleeveless.

Oh, it's nice, innit?

- Did you get it out of the catalogue?
- I got the cardigan out of the catalogue,

I got the top in the market.

They don't match, they're odd.

Mm, sexy girl.

Don't she look sexy?

You gonna have a sing?

I'll get up in a bit.

I'm gonna have a laugh later.

You got a good voice, then?

- f*cking sight better than her.
- If Stand by your man

Dolly Parton, me.

♪ Give him two arms to cling to ♪

♪ And something warm to come to ♪

♪ When nights are cold and lonely... ♪

- You gonna have a sing?
- No, it's too embarrassing.

♪ And show the world you love him ♪

- How long you been married, Penny?
- I ain't married.

Ain't you?

No, she ain't.

- Why ain't you?
- I don't know.

Never asked me.

- Don't matter, does it?
- No, I ain't bothered.

- What a c**t!
- Oh, that's nice.

♪ Stand by your man... ♪

I wouldn't want to get married
in a church anyway.

I got married in a church.

It was lovely.

It was the best day
of my f*cking life.

My little Ronnie.

- Sweetheart.
- J Stand by your man J

Oh, f*cking hell!

No, don't touch it,
because it'll make it worse.

No, leave it
cos it's right on your nipple.

- Hey, get off my f*cking nipple.
- No, leave it.

- Oh, f*ck it.
- I'm not touching your nipple.

Ladies and gentlemen, give a big,
warm welcome to our next singer.

Put your hands together
for Maureen.

- Come on down, Maureen.
- Oh, blimey! My turn.

♪ Don't know
when I've been so blue ♪

♪ Don't know
what's come over you ♪

♪ You've found someone new ♪

♪ And don't it make
my brown eyes blue! ♪

♪ I'll be fine when you are gone ♪

♪ I'll just cry the whole night long ♪

♪ Say it isn't true ♪

♪ And don't it make
my brown eyes blue ♪

♪ Tell me no secrets ♪

♪ Tell me no lies ♪

♪ Give me no reasons,
give me alibis ♪

♪ Tell me you love me ♪

♪ And don't say goodbye ♪

♪ Say anything ♪

♪ But don't say goodbye ♪ ♪

Carol!

Mind her arms, mind her arms.

Take her home.

Come here and sit down.

- It's all right, I've got you.
- Sorry.

Come on,
you gotta walk, Carol.

What are you doing?
Waiting for someone, are you?

What's that?

What?

That.

- I cut myself.
- Did you?

- Shaving.
- Oh, you've had a shave, have you?

Yeah. Razor.

Trying to look nice for someone,
are you?

Nah.

Why, don't you fancy no one?

What's that?

What?

What you looking at?

Is that real gold?

Yeah, of course.

What?

- What's that, a kiss?
- Nah.

What was it, then?

Got bad breath,
ain't you?

Ain't you never kissed
no one before?

Eh?

Mm, mm, mm...

All right!

Ow!
Don't f*cking touch!

I can touch you,

but you can't touch me,
all right?

Like that, do you?

Yeah?

f*ck off!

- You don't know!
- What? What don't I know?

You're sick!

f*cking pervert!

- That's six pound, please.
- Yeah.

Oh, f*ck!

You all right?

I ain't got it, mate.

What, you ain't got nothing?

Look, I'm really, really, really,
truly sorry,

but I ain't got a bean.

Go on, then.
Go on, piss off.

Life's too short.

One-Three.

- Pen.

What are you doing?

You was asleep.

Yeah, I know I was asleep.

It's three o'clock in the morning.

- It ain't, is it?
- It's five past.

G Oh!
asps) Oh, ow!

You stiff?

Yeah. Oh!

Do you have a good time?

No, if you must know.

Oh, Rory's back, then.

I was waiting up for him.

I've got your money.

You gave me a tenner.

- Didn't have a bad night, as it happens.
- Makes a change.

And the rest came to
four pound twenty-one.

No, twenty-one.
No, uh, twenty-six.

Yeah, not now, Phil.

Right, I'll put it
on the sideboard.

Mm.

Morning.

Mm?

- You all right?
- Mm?

Oh.

Ooh, what's the time?

- It's just gone half eight.
- Ooh!

You're a bit late this morning.

Oh! Sorry, Rachel.

No, it's all right,
I'll go and do Bill first.

- Just give me a minute.
- OK.

I couldn't wear
my pyjamas last night.

Lay there stark naked.

- Morning, Martha.
- Morning.

What about you, eh?

It weren't that hot.

Well, I was.

What you sitting there for?

- Forgot me key.
- You been crying?

What's the matter?

What's that on your face?
Someone hit you?

Donna.

I've put the kettle on.

Now...
what's going on?

Eh?

Has he hit you?

He has, ain't he?

- Donna!
- We had a fight.

What, a real fight
or a pretend fight?

- It ain't funny!
- I ain't joking, he's a big bloke.

- You're only a little skinny thing.
- I ain't skinny!

Who does he think he is,
the bleedin' bully.

What'd he hit you for anyway?

I pushed him.

You pushed him,
so he hit you?

- Yeah.
- Nice.

- Better not show his face around again.
- Ain't none of your business.

- It is my business.
- It ain't!

I knew he was no good.

- You never give him a chance.
- Never give him a chance?

You never gave yourself a chance.
You've only known him a couple of months.

Yeah, and how long did you know
my dad, then?

I dunno... about five minutes.

Yeah, so shut up!

Do you love him?

I don't want you to see him no more,
he's trouble.

Ain't as easy as that.

- What's that supposed to mean?
- Nothing.

Anyway, leave me alone,
I can deal with it meself.

You ain't pregnant,
are you?

Oh, Donna!

- I thought you was on the pill.
- I am on the pill!

- Well, don't you take it no more?
- Yeah!

What, weekends only?

- You been to the doctor's?
- Yeah.

How far gone are you?

- Two months.
- Two months?

You tell him you're pregnant,
so he hits you.

- It weren't like that.
- No? Well, what was it like, then?

Dunno.

- I thought you had more sense, Donna.
- f*ck off!

Oh, don't get the hump,
you silly cow.

- Does your face hurt?
- Yeah.

I'll make you a cup of tea.

Want some sugar?

Yeah.

How was work today?

It was all right.

That was sh*t.

- Rory!
- What?

- There's no need to talk like that.
- f*ck off!

Rory, will you stop
being rude to me, please!

For f*ck's sake!
What is your problem?

I only said I didn't like my dinner!

I can't do nothing round here
without you having a go at me!

You do my f*cking head in!
Why don't you f*ck off?

Take no notice.

- What do you want?
- Is Donna there, please?

- No, she ain't.
- Look, I know she's f*cking there!

- All right, Mum, I'll sort it!
- All right!

All right,
so what's going on?

You ever touch my daughter again,
I'll phone the police.

- f*ck off!
- Who are you talking to?

- Yeah, well, I ain't talking to you!
- Leave it, Mum!

No, I bleedin' won't!

Right, just keep out of it, right,
cos it's got f*ck all to do with you!

Ain't it? Look what you've done
to her face.

Well, she's f*cking asking for it,
ain't she?

- You coward!
- f*ck off!

She's coming round my house, right,
threatening to tell me mum something.

Tell your mum what?
That she's pregnant?

What?

What do you tell her for, eh?

- Cos she's me mum!
- f*ck!

- That's it, get out of my house!
- Get your f*cking hands off me!

- Don't touch her!
- f*cking...

- I don't even want to be here.
- What you doing here, then?

She texted me, right, told me,
"Come over here," so here I am.

- Did you text him?
- Yeah.

So what's this big thing, Donna,
you gotta tell me, eh?

What's the great secret?

- She ain't got nothing to say to you.
- Typical Donna, innit, eh?

I tell you what,
you're twisted in the head.

- You're f*cking mental!
- You leave her alone!

And I'll tell you what, she's the worst
f*cking shag I've had in my life.

- Yeah?
- She said the same about you!

I had her in your bed and all,
you c**t!

- f*cking mug!

Bloody hell, Donna.

You don't half pick 'em!

- Dumped you then, has she?
- Oh, f*ck off!

Where are you going?

I'm f*cking getting out of here,
ain't 1?

Can I come?

What's the matter?

Don't you like me?

How are you feeling?

I'm all right.

- You're better off without him, you know?
- I know!

b*stard.

Gonna keep the baby?

I dunno.

- What, you wanna have an ab*rtion?
- No.

You want something to eat?

- You're eating for two now, you know.
- Shut up!

- I'll make you two chips.
- Ha-ha!

Suit yourself.

When's your first
hospital appointment?

I dunno.

Do you want me to come with you?

If you want.

No fun going on your own.

I know.

- Let's get this off.
- All right, easy, easy.

What about Donna?

Blimey! What you f*cking
thinking about her for?

I ain't thinking about her,
come on.

No, oi, oi,
what you say it for, then?

Well, she's gonna be pissed off,
ain't she?

Look, right, I'm f*cking telling you,
right, don't...

No, oi, don't mention
her name again, yeah?

Why not?

Oh, f*cking bullocks, right,
I'm serious.

Get out the f*cking car, yeah?

I'll f*cking drive home
and leave you here, yeah?

Is that what you f*cking want?

- f*ck, no!
- Nah.

You're a f*cking nightmare,
ain't you?

Yeah.

All right?

I was married once,
you know.

- Was you?
- Yeah.

Four months.

b*tch.

And she was a nurse.

You get used to it.

What are you doing after work?
Do wanna go for a stroll in the park?

Eh?

We could go back to my flat.

It's nice and cool up there.
Only gets the sun in the mornings.

Sit on the bed.

Watch a video.

What do you think, eh?

What's up?

Have I said something... eh?

No.

Oh. Rachel, when you got a moment,
you couldn't have a look in Bertha's room?

She's in the lounge now.

Only she's managed to do a bit
of a number twos on the carpet again.

I cleaned most of it up,

it just needs a bit of a mop
and that, all right?

All right?

You're all on your own, ain't you?

So?

You know the centre of London,
the West End?

Yeah.

You have been there?

Oh, yeah.

Ah, bon.

It will be much traffic?

You might be lucky.

Have you got an appointment?

Mais, oui! I must go to the opera,
"Don Giovanni".

It will take how long?

Well...

It's unpredictable, innit?

You should be all right.

Come on.
Come on, babe.

- There you go.
- All right, Michelle?

Oh, hello, Maureen.

- I bought your little shirts.
- Oh, right.

- I thought you was coming after tea.
- No.

Oh!

- Right. Do you want the money now?
- Yeah! They ain't free!

All right, Ange?

All right, Maureen?
Not at work today?

No, it's my day off.

Doing my ironing.
Oil

I do not like this tunnel.

Why you are not tell me,

"We must make the tunnel.
Do you wish another route?”

You say nothing.

Are you claustrophobic?

You must say to the passenger,
"Excusez-moi, madame,

"we must make the tunnel.
It is OK?"

C'est pas compliqué quand même.

Well, we're stuck on it now,
I'm afraid.

Evidemment, "stuck on it".

I walked through here,
when I was a boy, once.

South to north.

Me and my best mate.

My face turned completely black.

He was already black.

How do you get on with the whatsit,
the Channel Tunnel?

I'll insiste, quoi!

I do not want to talk about
the Channel Tunnel, OK?

Or any tunnel.

Anyway, with the train
it is complètement différent.

You see nothing.

This conversation
is very boring for me.

Fair enough.

You are married?

Yeah.

With children?

Yeah, got two, yeah.

Girl and a boy.

Oh! Oh,
mais c'est formidable.

All right?

...fat boy!

Want your ball?

Here, mate.

- f*cking give it back!
- Here y'are.

f*cking...

- Go on, Gareth, spank him!
- f*ck off!

- Come on, let's have him!
- f*ck off!

- You want it, do you?
- f*ck!

Come on, come
and get your ball back, mate.

- Here y'are.
- Come on, fat boy!

Go on, fat boy.
Get your ball back, mate.

- See you, Deb.
- Yeah, see you later, Maureen.

Rory!

Oh, sweetheart.

Do you want to cry?

What's the matter with him?

Rory?

- Chest...
- You got pains? In your chest?

Get an ambulance, Carol.

What?

Go and phone
for an ambulance!

- I think he's having a heart attack.
- A heart attack? Is he?

Yes!

Carol, go on!

Do you want to lie down?

Here y'are, here y'are...

Where are you going?

You'll be all right.

Oh, f*ck. Hurry up!

- And phone Penny.
- What?

Safeways!

Yeah...

She works in an old people's home.

I'm proud of her.

You are a very lucky man.

We're all gonna die one day.

Sans doute.

- Was it a bargain?
- Of course.

It is for my client in New York.

And your son?
He work with you in the taxi?

- Nah, he don't do nothing.
- Comment cela?

- Beg your pardon?
- How he don't do nothing?

- He does a lot of nothing.
- Uh?

Mind you...

if eating was an Olympic event,
he'd be the world champion by now.

Ah, it is a joke.

It is very funny.

He is fat like you?

Yeah.
He's a big boy, yeah.

Mum?

What's the matter?
What?

Gotta phone an ambulance.

What's happened?

- Mum!
- Heart attack.

Who's had an 'eart attack?

f*ck!

Get out the f*cking way!

Come on!

Ambulance!

f*ck's sake!

Alors, uh,
I am there in the brasserie.

I am very happy.

I am dressed very nice.
I am thinking it is good.

I will make the twenty-five,
the birthday with my son.

It will be good.
We will make the good relationship.

Eight o'clock he is not there.

Eight-thirty, nine o'clock.

Les garçons are looking at me.

I am ashamed.

Half past nine he arrive with two girls
with red plastic dresses like this.

He say, eh,
“Maman, I have already eaten.

"We go now to the casino?"

I say, "No, Nicolas, no.
Ça suffit. C'est fini."

Shame.

We are nearly there.

About five minutes.

- What did your husband say?
- My husband?

- Yeah.
- He don't say nothing. He's in Algeria.

- We are divorced.
- Oh.

Is he still breathing?

Yes.

Get out the f*cking way!

Yeah, he's breathing.

Well, I dunno. If he's breathing,
he's got a pulse, ain't he?

I ain't with him, I ain't there.

I'm up here, he's down there.

You are caring for your wife?

Pardon?

Do you love your wife?

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

It's funny, innit?

What's the name -
love.

It's like a dripping tap.

Bucket's either half full...

or it's half empty.

If you're not together,
you're alone.

You're born alone...

and you die alone.

Nothing you can do about it.

You are right.
It is f*cking lonely.

Mum!

Should have phoned Penny.

- What?
- Safeway.

For f*ck's sake, Mum!

You're a waste of space.
You're disgusting!

I'll get the number.

- Al right?
- Oui, oui.

- Be careful.
- Yeah, I got it.

Alors, on y va.

What is your name?

- Phil.
- Phil?

- Yeah.
- I am Cecile.

Bon.

Alors, c'est par la.

Penny, Penny.

Hi, Penny.

Mind out the way.

Come on, Phil.

Nearly there now, mate.

OK, Rory,
you're in good hands now, OK?

Gladiator Cars. Dinah speaking.
How can I help?

Hello, it's Penny.

Phil's Penny.
Do you know where he is?

- No.
- Who's that?

- Penny, Phil's wife.
- Give me the phone.

Hi, Penny, it's Neville.
What's up?

- I can't get hold of Phil.
- 'I know. He's gone off the air,'

and he's switched off his phone.
I don't know what he's playing at.

Yeah. Well, can you send us
a taxi up at Safeways?

I got to get down the hospital.
Me son's been taken in.

No problem.

'Yeah, straight away, and I'm waiting
outside the front entrance.'

Yeah, you just wait there, yeah?
I'll get someone out to you.

Yeah, all right.
Yeah, ta.

She's at Safeways, put a call out.

Can anyone go Safeways?

Is there anyone free
for Safeways?

"Two-Seven.'

Two-seven, can you pick up Penny,
Phil's wife?

Yeah, I can do that.

'She's got to go to hospital.'

- Is she all right?
- No, it's the son.

Something wrong with the son.

On my way.

Can I go home?

Yeah...
but I'm docking your wages.

I'm telling Mummy.

- Oh, hello, Ron.
- Hi, Penny.

Oh, sorry.

Sorry, I nearly got in the back there.
I don't know what I'm doing.

I can't think straight.

Rory, we're gonna sit you up, OK?

After three.
One, two, three... up!

Now then, let's have a deep breath,
please, Rory.

Good.
And another one.

- Excellent. OK.
- Lie back.

Wicked.
And another.

Magic.
And one more.

Sweet as a nut.
Normal breathing now.

So you're not quite sure
if you're a smoker, then, Rory.

It's all right,
I won't tell your mum.

What did you have
for breakfast this morning, Rory?

Er... fried egg sandwich.

Ooh, fried egg sandwich.
Very tasty.

"Course you can have a heart attack
without knowing about it.

- Can you?
- Yeah, you just don't feel very well.

Christ, there are some arseholes
on the road.

f*ck!

Dickhead!
You f*cking dickhead!

I didn't see you, mate.

What the f*ck were you doing?

Oh, for f*ck's sake!

- I didn't see you coming round the van.
- You didn't f*cking look, did you?

You all right, Rory?

- Want another drink?
- Yeah.

Not too quick.

Rory!

Rory...

What's happened to you, Rory?

What's this?

He's got tubes
coming out of him all over.

What are you doing here,
Maureen?

I come with him
in the ambulance.

Oh, did you?

What happened, Rory?

I couldn't breathe.

He had pains... in the chest.

Oh, don't worry.

I'll look after you.

This is my little baby boy.

Where's Dad?

Yeah, he'll be here in a bit.

She was pissed as a fart.

- Good job Samantha was in.
- Yeah.

- Yeah, well, thanks anyway, Maureen.
- That's all right.

I'm starving.

I was just gonna make myself
a bit of cheese on toast.

Are you hungry?

No.

When's your Phil and Rachel
coming up?

Rachel ain't at home. She's probably
gone up the market or something.

I'll try and give her
another ring a minute.

My Donna ain't in either.

I can't get hold of Phil.

Why? Where is he?

I dunno.

- Hello.
- Oh, hello, Rach.

I'm just trying to get hold of your dad.
I don't know what's happened to him.

Do you get the bus all right?

Yeah.

He's in here.

Sorry. After you.

There you go.

- It's his sister.
- Hi.

Rory.

Rachel's come to see you.

All right?

- Rory's mum?
- Yeah.

Hi, I'm Simon Griffiths.
I'm the doctor.

I examined Rory before tea.

And I bet you're Rory's sister.

Yeah.

Hi.
Hello, Rory.

So, why don't we have a sit down,
and we can have a bit of a chat, OK?

Make yourselves at home.
Get comfy.

- Is he gonna be all right?
- Yeah, he's gonna be fine.

We've run some tests,
X-ray, checked his blood, et cetera.

Ain't he had a heart attack?

Well, yes and no.

- What do you mean?
- He's had a kind of heart attack.

You see, in your heart
you've got four chambers

divided by a big wall
of muscle, OK?

And Rory's got a problem
with this muscle.

But he ain't never had
nothing like that before.

Ah, well, that's the thing, you see.

He's probably had it since he was a baby,
but it's only just come to light.

I can't believe all this.

I know.

We think that's
what must be wrong with Rory,

but the consultant's got to have
a look at him tomorrow.

What's gonna happen?

Well, good news is
he should be home within a week.

But the thing with this condition is
that it won't just go away,

and we can't actually
cure it as such.

- Can't you?
- No, 'fraid not.

We're gonna have to put Rory
on medication.

How long for?

Er, probably for the rest of his life.

Oh, no, that don't seem right!

Not to worry. Lots of people
take pills every day of their lives,

and they're none the worse for it.

Rory will just pop in,
see a cardiologist every six months,

and everything should be... cool.

He's through the worst of it now.

He's only little.

He's been a good lad.

Yeah, he is a good lad.

Does he smoke?

No.

Yeah, he does a bit.

- f*ck off!
- Rory!

Sorry, Doctor.
Rory...

Well, once Rory's decided
whether he smokes or not,

then he can give it up.

The same goes for burgers
and chips and fry-ups and crisps -

all crap, eh, Rory?

The sooner you get rid of them,
the better it'll be for you.

- Hello?
- 'Phil, it's me.

- "Where the bloody hell have you been?'
- What's up?

I've been trying to get hold of you
since five o'clock this afternoon.

Your phone's off, your radio's off,
Neville can't get hold of you,

nobody can get hold of you.
What's going on? Where are you?

Um... I'm on the A2.

'Rory's had a heart attack.'

Phil!

What?

'We're up at the hospital,
South London General.'

What do you mean,
heart attack?

What do you mean,
what do I mean, heart attack?

- Is he all right?
- 'No, he ain't all right!'

He ain't dead, is he?

Of course he ain't dead.
Where are you?

Well, I'm just coming up
to that big Chinese supermarket,

'you know the one on the roundabout,
down by the...'

Phil, for f*ck's sake!

Just hurry up and get here,
all right?

Pen?

Hello?

It's funny, I'm starving,
but I can't eat this.

Got a bleedin' headache.

- Do you want a bit?
- No, ta.

Is he gonna be all right?

- Yeah, he's in good hands.

Hear that baby?

Yeah.

Look at you.

Come here.

Shift up.

Are you scared?

We'll be all right.

'Ere...

What if it's a boy?

Just forget about it.

How can I forget about it?

- I'll f*cking k*ll him.
- Yeah.

You gonna phone the police, Dad?

- No.
- Why not?

I'll do it in the morning.

- Do it now.
- No.

- I'll phone 'em.
- Leave it.

Give us that bit of paper.

Dad!

What?

That bloke's gonna
get away with it, ain't he?

It's none of your f*cking business.

You phoned Penny yet?

You ain't, have you?

You don't give a sh*t, do you?

You're useless -
you're both f*cking useless.

I'm going out.

What?

Oh, God.

Oh, f*cking hell,
what have you done?

Why did you do that, eh?

- Oh, f*ck!
- It's all right, I love you an' all.

I don't love you, all right?
I don't even like you.

You need to get that seen to.
You need to go to hospital, all right?

It's not funny...

It's not funny!

Not... I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Excuse me.

Can I help you?

That's my boy.

Can you tell me his name, please?

Rory Bassett.

OK, Mr Bassett, in you go.

- Right.
- It's only two by a bedside.

OK... sorry.

He's only allowed two
by the bed.

Yeah.

I'll wait outside, then.

Don't be stupid,
you've only just got here.

No, it's all right.

Get yourself a cup of tea.

I'll just wait outside.

All right?

Yeah.

He's asleep now.

Is he?

- Has he had an operation?
- No.

I got lost downstairs.

The bloke said, "Go upstairs..."

Yeah, all right, Phil,
you're here now, ain't you?

What happened?

Well, he collapsed.

Maureen was with him
when I come up here.

He's got to take pills
for the rest of his life.

You never know what's gonna happen,
do you?

It's what's the name...
fait accompli.

He might win the lottery tomorrow.

It's kismet, ain't it?

What are you talking about?

Where have you been?

Out and about, you know.

Where?

Been on a long run, down...

You're supposed to be a taxi, Phil.

What are you doing with your radio
switched off? And your mobile?

What's the point of having them if we
can't get hold of you when we need you?

- Yeah, I know what you mean.
- It's pathetic!

Leave it out, Mum.

Stop having a go at him.

Rory!

I ain't having a go at him.

It's all right.

You all right, Dad?

All right, mate?

You been in the wars, ain't you?

Do you wanna go on holiday?

What?

We'll all go away when he's better.

Yeah? The four of us.

Yeah?

Disney World?

What?

It is past ten o'clock.

Don't want to leave him.

I know, but the night staff
will take good care of him.

OK.

Rory?

We've got to go home now.

- I'll be back in the morning.
- All right.

All right, mate?

I love you, Rory.

Got to go home now.

- Is he asleep?
- Yeah. Nearly.

He'll be all right.

Making a cup of tea?

Yeah.
Do you want one?

No, I'll have a hot chocolate.

- Do you want a beer?
- No.

I wish I could have stayed
the night up there with him.

Yeah.

Well, they'll have drugged him up.
Knocked him out till morning.

Wouldn't they, Rach?

Yeah.

First thing, then.
Run you up there.

- No, you don't have to do that.
- No, it's all right, I won't hang about.

I'll come in with you, say hello,
make sure he's all right,

and then get straight on the radio,
start work as soon as I can.

He'll be surprised, won't he?
Neville.

He's a bit, what's the name,
unpredictable, ain't he?

He might not have me.

There's a lot of blokes
work mornings regular.

I might pick up some airport runs.

If he says no, I'll try somewhere else,
I don't care.

Yeah, I don't want
to talk about it now, Phil.

No, I mean it.

I'm gonna do it.

I'm determined to do it.

Got to get started, get saving.

Shouldn't take long.

I'll work seven days a week.

Start early, finish late.

Do nights, weekends...

Phil!
Rory is in hospital!

Yeah. Sorry.

But I made him a promise.

And I'm gonna keep it.

What promise?

About going on holiday.

- Phil!
- They do these deals, don't they?

Disney World - these two nurses
I picked up was telling me about it.

They do these all-in packages.

Er, what's the name... fly-drive.
Florida, ain't it?

Phil, it ain't about
going on holiday.

It's about getting by, week in, week out.
It ain't a game.

Just cos you've suddenly got
some bee in your bonnet

about getting up in the mornings
and going to work

when you've been lying in bed for years
till God knows what time.

And we're all supposed
to be grateful

cos you've decided to do
what normal people do.

I get up in the mornings,
Rachel gets up in the mornings...

You make me sick.

Doctor was asking about you.

About your heart and stuff,
your family.

If anyone in your family
has had a heart attack.

There was your Uncle Dougie,
weren't there?

Me nan had one an' all.

Oh, yeah.

- Me mum's mum.
- I forgot about that.

Me dad's oldest brother.

What's his name...
in Australia.

There you are, then.

It's all on side, innit?
Ain't none on mine.

Are you going to work
in the morning, Rach?

You don't have to,
you can phone in.

I dunno.

I ain't going.

If you do...

when you're done,
give us a bell on me mobile.

Run you up the hospital,
see your brother, yeah?

Oh, you'll have it switched on,
then, will you?

Not like today.

Your son's in hospital, having a heart
attack, and we can't get hold of you.

They can get hold of me.
They know where I am in an emergency.

But we can't get hold of his dad
nowhere.

Where was you anyway?
What you been doing all day?

I switched it off.

Yeah, I know you switched it off.

Why did you switch it off?

I'd had enough.

You'd had enough?
Had enough of what?

Had enough of working for five minutes,
so you switched it off?

What can I switch off
when I've had enough?

Had enough of getting up
every morning, going to work,

doing the shopping, coming home,
cooking the tea,

cleaning the house,
doing the ironing,

making sure everyone's got
clean clothes on their back.

What can I switch off
when I've had enough?

Had enough of what, anyway?

Everything.

What?
What everything?

For God's sake, Phil.

You don't love me no more,
do you?

What?

You don't love me.

Phil, what are you
talking about?

What's that got to do
with anything?

It's got to do with everything.

Rory has had a heart attack.

You ain't loved me for years.

You don't like me.

You don't respect me.

You talk to me
like I'm a piece of sh*t.

- I don't!
- You do.

...I don't, Phil.

I don't talk to you
like you're a piece of sh*t!

You do, Pen. You don't know
you're doing it, but you do.

That's stupid!

That ain't fair!

Why are you saying
all this to me?

It's... It's what's the name...

Unbearable!

What?
What's unbearable?

You don't love me no more.

Do you?

Do you love me?

I've got to know.

If you don't love me no more...

I might as well go.

Go?
Where are you gonna go?

I dunno.

If I'm...
If I'm making you unhappy,

you know what I mean...

[, uh...

I ain't got no skills.

I don't earn enough money.

I know I'm a disappointment to you,
and I get on your nerves.

It's like...
It's like something's died.

I feel like an old tree
that ain't got no water!

When we first met...

I couldn't believe it.

Pretty girl like you
going with a fat bloke like me.

People looking at us.

I felt like the bee's knees.

We ain't got much.

But we got each other.

And that's enough.

But if you don't want me,
we ain't got nothing.

We ain't a family.

And that's it.

Sorry.

I know it ain't very helpful...

what with Rory and that...

but I couldn't hold it in.

I don't talk to you like that, Phil.

That's what it feels like.

Do you want a tissue?
I've got some.

Yeah.

Shirt's all wet.

Rachel?

What are you doing there?

Rach?

You do talk to him like that.

Do I?

Sometimes.

Is she all right?

Yeah.

What did she say?

She... She's just a bit upset,
that's all.

Yeah.

Do you...
Do you want one of these?

No.
I'm all right, thanks.

What?

Oh.

Strange, isn't it?

What?

Dunno.

I feel cut off all the time.

Sort of...

...lonely.

Yeah.

Me an' all.

Do you?

I love you.

You used to make me laugh.

Yeah.

Do you want to go to bed?

Yeah.

Busy day tomorrow.

- Oh, yeah, must be up here.
- Yeah.

- That's it.
- Oh, yeah.

- Oh, yeah, there he is.
- There he is.

Yeah, that's nice, by the window.

All right?

All right?

- There are no chairs.
- Yeah.

There's a couple over there.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, thanks.

He looks better, don't he?
Got a bit of colour in his cheeks.

Yeah.

How'd they get you up here?

I come up in a wheelchair.

- Did you?
- Yeah.

Got you some bananas, mate.

Cheers.

Here, I got you something an' all.

- Yeah, what is it?
- Well, open it.

What is it, a towel?

- No, it's a dressing-gown.
- Dressing-gown?

What do I need a dressing-gown for?

Yeah, for when
you go toilet and that.

All right, well, stick it in there.

- What's this? Slippers?
- Yeah.

Cheers.

- They're moccasins, ain't they?
- Yeah, nice one.

They'll sort you out.

You had something to eat?

Yeah, I had fish.

- Did you?
- No?

- Yeah.
- What, in batter?

Nah, with like...

sauce on the top,
like, cheese.

- Cor blimey!
- Do you eat it?

- Yeah.
- What, tie you down, did they?

No, it was nice.

I had that and mash and, like,
green cauliflower stuff.

Oh, yeah, broccoli.

- I don't know... but I ate it all.
- That's good.

Blimey.

You all right?

Yeah.

She ain't been back to work yet.

Yeah, I'm going to go back tomorrow.

Why ain't you been in?

Well, I ain't been sleeping.

Why not?

She's been worried.

What about?

About you!
We all have.

Shut up, I'm all right.

Yeah, you are now.

- You've got a bit of fluff on your...
- Oh!

- Did an airport this morning.
- Yeah, five o'clock!

- Bloody hell!
- Yeah.

Took this family to Gatwick.

They was going to...
what's the name, uh... Cyprus.

This bloke, two little boys,
an old woman.

Yeah.

We was going along,

and the kids
started giggling, yeah,

and the littlest one says,

"Here, Dad, she's farted."

- Here, don't make him laugh.
- Yeah.

Are you hurting?

He's all right.

Anyway, so, he turns round,

he starts clumping her, says,

"Don't be rude about your grandma!"

He was swearing in Greek and that.

I had to open a window.
It was... No, it was...

- Had all sorts in that car.
- That's right, yeah.

You all right, Rach?

Yeah.

You want to be careful, you.

Got talking to anyone in here?

No, I ain't.

Only just got up here,
ain't you?

I ain't spoken to no one.

Did you get a card
from your nan?

Yeah.