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I'm tired of you. > What's that mean?
I can't look after you any more.
'We're friends cos you don't surf 'n' turf my men.'
He's not yours. He'll never belong to anyone.
I've told you. Now you know.
'Please make up with Freddie.'
'Freddie can fuck himself.'
Just care. OK? About what?
About me, you twat! You're all fucking twats!
Hit me. Ready?
Where are we going?
It's you and me, babe. It's always gonna be you and me.
♪ Pump that pussy, pump that pussy Pump that pussy
♪ Let me see ya pump that pussy Let me see ya pump that pussy
♪ Let me see ya, don't stop Pump that pussy
♪ Let me see ya pump that pussy Let me see ya pump that pussy
♪ Let me see ya, don't stop Pump that pussy
♪ Let me see ya pump that pussy Let me see ya pump that pussy
♪ Let me see ya pump that pussy, pump that pussy... ♪
MUSIC THUDDING THROUGH WALL
LAUGHING
(SINGS)
CAWING
Morning, slugger.
Where are we?
Thought you were the man with the plan.
I am.
It's been weeks, Cook. One small shitty town after another.
Oh, Ef, it's not about the destination.
It's about the journey.
'09 Bonnie and Clyde.
Outlaw tour of Britain.
I'm serious, Cook.
Where are we going?
We're here.
This is it.
Here?
Here. This town.
Why?
Because this is where my dad lives.
Aren't you coming with me?
Not yet.
But I want you to meet him. I brought you here to meet him.
I will.
But I think you need to meet him first.
Don't be a pussy.
(EXHALING HEAVILY)
♪ All of us walk
♪ A long, steady line
♪ And now that you're gone
♪ I've nothing but time... ♪
KNOCKING
Be careful.
♪ Oh
♪ We all forgot, dear... ♪
Ladies and germs, the fucking Milky Bars are on me.
Drinks all round, yeah?
(Man)Ah, Jesus. Everyone, the fruit of my looms.
My fucking son.
And this is his very lovely ladyfriend.
Pints and shots over here, monsieur, and make it snappy,
my mouth's as dry as a nun's.
Have a view at the only copper for 40 miles. Eh?
(LAUGHING) Do what you like. Smoke inside.
Ash on the fucking floor, see if anyone bats an eyelid.
In fact... piss on it.
There's a couple of old boys would pay top dollar to see that.
This ain't Kansas any more, Toto. Out here you are free as fuck.
A-fucking-men.
You get one round on account of your lad being here.
Donald, how am I meant to clear my tab, eh?
Your wife's away so much I hardly get a chance to see to her.
That's 345... 23 pence.
(GEORDIE ACCENT) "That's 345 pounds... 23 pence."
Dick.
The only thing that matters to shitheads like him is money.
It's a fucking disgrace, Dad.
I mean, there's got to be more to life than that, am I right?
Like what?
Fucking. Shagging.
'Ey! Ah-ha-ha! Great minds, Son. Great minds.
Everyone knows the best things in life are free.
Never a truer word, Dad.
(SIGHING) Can't believe it.
This.
Mm?
Feels all right, don't it? Me and you, back together. At last.
I'm like a dog with two dicks!
There's nothing more important than blood.
Eh? Isn't that right, princess?
(HE SIGHS) I can't find item 47758 anywhere.
CLATTERING
Someone's made a very inconvenient error.
If we have to go through all the 477s
I'm going to be piqued, not to mention vexed.
Especially if someone's... Woah... Woah, woah, woah!
CRASHING
You all right?
Yep, don't worry. My back and skull cushioned the fall.
Here's item 47758.
I told you to be more careful on the step ladder, J.
Stupid old useless, mental me.
You're not useless... just...
Who loses a toilet seat on a bus?
The 477s are all from trains.
Have you got, like, some kind of problem with me?
I just wish you wouldn't smoke so much weed while we're working.
Why? They don't care.
It's just a bit... boring sometimes.
Are you saying I'm boring?
Right, so what's next on the list?
Look, Fred, sorry.
It's fine.
Please, I'm sorry, Fred.
It's... fine.
For flip's sake! Stop saying it's fine!
It's not fine! Nothing's fine! It's all... smegged, OK?
You're really getting the hang of this swearing stuff, J(!)
OK, how about this, then?
I mother-fucking, fanny-farting, cock-munching resign!
What do you mean you're quitting? You can't quit.
I can.
I learned from the best.
You've still got the toilet seat.
Are you... Effy's friend?
I... I think so. Are you her mum?
Can I... sit?
JJ, right? The magician.
Oh... I used to do magic.
Not any more, though.
I used to be married.
Not any more, though.
Pick a card, any card.
I thought you gave up.
Some things are quite hard to let go of.
Effy likes magic.
Are you sure?
Well, yeah, not the... you know, stupid abracadabra sort. I...
I'm so sorry.
It's OK.
I've come to terms with the facts.
You know...
she was four years old the first time she beat me at hide and seek.
Four!
I was looking for her for hours.
When I finally found her...
she just smiled.
You know that Effy smile?
That means... "You don't know me at all.
"And you never will."
See, that's a kind of magic.
She's so good at concealing things
and... hiding, avoiding.
Yeah.
But I do know her.
And I know that she has got so much love in her heart...
.. that the thought of... letting it out,
showing her cards...
it scares her to death.
I never knew it would be possible
to miss someone this much.
CHEERING
Go on, Dad!
Come on, all the way! All the way, Dad!
Go on, Dad!
Go on!
Go on, Dad!
Excellent. Piece of piss.
Have that!
Well, he's done most of it.
Go on, don't be a twat, give him his prize.
The whole jar, we said.
All right.
CHEERING
Yum, yum, yum, yum, yum...
Nice. Ease you in.
There she goes.
Get in!
CHEERING
There you go.
One half-pint of bitter, you sad little man.
Right! Time!
Everyone either head down the club or fuck off home!
(WOMAN) Oh, I'm gonna have to neck it now.
(VOMITS)
♪ Mary, carry your babe
♪ Bound up tight like lips around a whimper
♪ Your fingers over my face
♪ Blind like Samson driven to the temple
♪ And night birds digging till dawn
♪ Freedom hangs like heaven over everyone
♪ Ain't nobody knows what the newborn holds
♪ But his mama says he'll walk on water
♪ And wander back home... ♪
How about that, boys? Eh?
All right?
Hey.
What you doin'?
Not sure.
What you doin' tomorrow?
It's the solstice steeplechase. Come down and watch.
The what?
It's a race. Old village tradition.
I'm champion, three years running.
Aren't I, lads?
Whoop-de-do.
You know, if you were my girl,
I wouldn't let you out of my sight.
Yeah?
I'd handcuff you to the bed an' all.
Those things'll kill you, you know.
Hadn't heard.
That's funny,
You can put it on your tombstone.
So, what, you don't smoke?
Drink?
Nothing?
We're straight-edge.
(COOK) Ef! Effy!
I don't let the pressure crush me up.
You've got to look after yourself.
Know what I mean?
Come on, Ef. We're going clubbin'. You, me and Dad.
No.
What?
Let's get out of here.
Let's just go, now.
Effy...
Listen, there's nowhere else to go.
This is it.
And it's fucking brilliant!
Come on, let's go get fucked up.
♪ I would have given you all of my heart
♪ But there's someone who's torn it apart
♪ And he's taking almost all that I've got
♪ And if you want I'll try to love again... ♪
Owwwwwwwwwwww!
(BELCHING, SIGHING, BELCHING)
So what d'you think of her, then?
Very tidy.
Nice pins, quality tits
and an arse like two snooker balls in a sock. Marvellous!
Yeah. I'd ride that to hell and back.
Looks like I'll have to get in the fucking queue, though.
No, I'm going to keep her, you know.
She's mine.
No cunt's taking her away from me.
I reckon some cunt already did.
♪ The first cut is the deepest... ♪
Oi.
(WHISTLES)
What? You fucking prick!
Fucking prick! Fucking...
(Man) Come on!
DISTANT FOGHORN
Full moon.
When the full moon rises...
.. gods and monsters will come out to play.
(SHE LAUGHS)
So how does it feel? Eh?
To have everyone want you?
That Donny's desperate to get into your pants.
Are you gonna let him?
What about me?
You gonna let me into your pants?
Yeah. Too pretty for your own good.
That's why you destroy everything you touch.
Look who's talking.
I'm Guns N' Roses, love.
I've got an appetite for destruction.
You're not his dad. Not really.
And you're not his girlfriend.
Not really.
You're going to fucking snap that boy's heart in two.
And you've been doing it to him every day of his life.
Where do you think you're going?
Nowhere.
♪ Well, I love you so dearly, I love you so clearly
♪ I wake you up in the mornin' so early
♪ Just to tell you I got the wanderin' blues
♪ I got the wanderin' blues
♪ And I'm gonna quit these ramblin' ways
♪ One of these days soon
♪ And I'll sing... ♪
(Woman) Uhhh! Ohh, yeah!
Ohhh... Uhhhh!
Uhhhh... Ahh!
Ahh...
Ohh.
Ooh... Aah...
Freddie!
Ahh!
Oh, yeah, right there. Ohh!
JJ's here.
Bye.
Oh.
Oi!
Sorry, it's just... Facebook really needs to hear about this.
(WOMAN ON FILM) Ohhh...
(KAREN LAUGHS, DOOR CLOSES)
I just wanted to say something.
Maybe I'll turn this off first, yeah?
(MOANING STOPS)
You can look now.
So what's up? I thought you'd quit.
I can't quit. You can't quit.
None of us can.
We're still the Musketeers. We do stuff.
Well, what are we supposed to do?
We're supposed to find them.
We're supposed to sort this mess out once and for all.
There's nothing to sort out.
Really?
(MOBILE RINGING)
What is this number?
Hello?
(WOMAN CRYING)
Who is this?
Freddie...
Cook's in trouble.
He needs your help.
You need to come get him, right?
Well, why can't you help him?
Because I love you.
(SHE SOBS)
♪ Oh, you crawled
♪ Out of the sea
♪ Straight into my arms, straight into my arms
♪ Oh, you crawled out of the sea
♪ Straight into my arms, straight into my arms
♪ Oh, you crawled
♪ Out of the sea
♪ Straight into my arms
♪ Oh, you crawled out of the sea
♪ Straight into my arms... ♪
No idea.
She must have fucked off sometime during the night.
What?
Probably jealous of you and me.
We've got to find her.
Never mind, she'll be back.
How do you know?
She's in a small town, she's got fuck-all money
and she's got no car.
Anyway, fanny's fanny.
Yeah? Family's family.
I've got an idea that's going to take this town by fucking storm.
But I need you with me 100%. Yeah?
Yeah.
Right, when we get in there...
You do the talking.
Great minds, son. Great minds.
Yeah, Dad.
Oh, I've missed "Dad".
Fuck off, Dad!
Oh! Place looks cracking, Donald.
What time's Binkie the Clown serving up jelly and ice cream?
Piss off, you. You're never getting a drink in here, ever.
Fucking hell, Donald. >
Your customer service has gone right out the window. >
They'd never stand for that in the States. >
You want to sod off to America, Cook, be my guest.
I'll even buy your ticket.
But if I left, Donald, I'd never be able to pay off me debt.
How are you ever gonna pay me back?
Little wager.
Oh, wonderful(!) Do tell.
My boy here...
..is going to enter your steeplechase.
AIR HISSES OUT OF BALLOON
That...
is... good news.
No-one was even bothering to enter against Donny this year.
(LAUGHING) Oh, fucking hell!
What's the bet?
If my boy wins,
you drop the debt, like Bono wants for them starving Africans.
Fine. But if he loses...
..I get your boat
and you fuck off out of town.
You're fucking on.
Beat you later, then. >
What a shithole.
Well, this was the area code.
SEAGULL CRIES
So what do you reckon?
Shall we... have a look around town, do you think, try and find that phone box?
No, we'll stay here.
How do you know they'll be here?
They're coming. OK? They have to.
♪ Whoa, who-oa
♪ Come down from the mountain
♪ You have been gone too long
♪ The spring is upon us Follow my only song
♪ Settle down with me by the fire
♪ Of my yearning hearth
♪ You should come back home
♪ Back on your own now
♪ Whoa, who-oa... ♪
What the fuck are you doing here?
Um...
What the fuck are you doing here?
We thought you might be in trouble.
Do I look like I'm in trouble?
I'm fucking ten times better than you've ever been,
you pair of miserable, boring shites.
Where is she?
Oh, right. That's why you came.
Fucking hell. You don't know when you're fucking beat, do you?
Guys, this isn't how it's supposed to...
How did you find me?
She called him. But... just stop this, right?
Listen to me, please.
JJ, stop it.
Fuck off, JJ.
Oh, OK, then. You know, flipping... flip the both of you, then. Fuck-turds!
Enter the race.
You what?
Enter the race.
The winner gets to keep her. For ever.
You're a child.
You're a pussy. Come on, let's fucking settle this.
In a race?
You got any other ideas?
Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to the annual solstice steeplechase.
CROWD CHEERS
From time immemorial, this race has typified the spirit of our town -
tough, uncompromising, hard.
Many have attempted the challenge. Few have succeeded.
It's winner-takes-all and everyone else can fuck off.
Allow me to introduce the reigning champion,
my son, Donny Donaldson.
CHEERING
Yes! Yes! Yes!
Who's that bellend?
Not since the first time, since Kriss Akabusi graced us with his presence,
we have outsiders in the race,
so I'd better explain the rules.
Once round the village. First one back here is the winner.
Oh, and if you drop your elder,
you're out, and, er, we give you a bit of a shoeing, lads.
LAUGHTER
Elders, assemble.
WOLF WHISTLE AND CHEERING
Choose your riders.
Elders, mount.
On your marks...
.. set... go!
CROWD CHEERS THEM ON
I think I'll chop up your boat and use it for firewood.
Come on, son!
Come on, Donny! Away, man!
You dropped her!
Fuck you!
Why did you stop, mate?
He fucking elbowed me.
So?
That's not fair, is it?
Fair?
What do you think this is? Enid Blyton?
Come on, son! Come on, son!
Come on!
Argh!
JJ, you...!
Oh, you twat!
CROWD CHEERS
Crap, you were.
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE CONTINUES
CHANTING
(JJ) This is my race! Mine!
CHEERING
(CHANTING) JJ, JJ, JJ, JJ, JJ...
Tell your dad that I'll be there in the morning to collect me winnings.
You fucking dick!
You've lost my dad's boat, Effy... I've got fuck all now, you...
JOINT CLICKS
This is the wushu finger hold. I learnt it in a book. Of a film.
J, let's just leave it now...
CLICK
I'm pretty sure if I apply the correct pressure, your eyes pop out.
J, my eyes aren't going to pop out.
Do you really want to take that chance?
Let's not air our dirty laundry in public, boys.
You, too.
Not you, loser.
Take a seat, Ef.
JJ, mate...
Now, let's get down to it. No more evasion.
No more, "Ooh, I'm so fit and mysterious."
Now, Freddie - he's in love with you.
Aren't you, Freddie?
And Cook, he loves you, yes?
And just for the record, I love you, too.
Plus... I won the race.
So, three boys, one girl.
It's an insoluble equation,
unless you choose.
Then we can finally get back to our lives.
Fuck all of yous.
Cook, Cook! No!
Your Prince Charming made a bet on you - whoever wins the race gets to keep you.
Classy, eh?
Effy, I didn't know. Cook, stay.
No, I'm not living on my fucking knees any more.
Cook, we can solve this.
Stay here, you two.
What did you expect?
You made this a game first.
Remember that stupid fucking list?
You made this happen. And it's all your fault this is all so fucked up.
I know. You know?
What sort of fucking answer's that?
The only one I've got.
(JJ) Cook!
Cook.
You all think...
you all think that I'm scum - that you're better than me,
that you're better than my dad.
Cook...
I'm not better than your dad.
You are.
You're better than someone who runs away from the people who love them. Who need them.
Oh, fuck off, man. You daft boon!
Cook...
where are you going?
I'm going to drink myself to death.
Then I'm going to say sorry to me dad. Then life finally begins.
♪ Is it ever gonna not be so hard to see you around?
♪ Am I really, really, really, really
♪ Gonna have to really gonna have to really have to leave town?
♪ I mean, I called upon a bunch of angels
♪ Calling, "Angels, ain't you supposed to come and take away these blues?"
♪ I mean, we came upon a bunch of rabies and there isn't nothing
♪ All us little animals can do
♪ All five kinds of rains
♪ All nine kinds of thunderings
♪ And 18 white horses
♪ That will never come to me... ♪
Dad?
Dad!
I thought we was gonna take this town by storm, you and me.
I'm not letting that twat take my boat.
Well, can't I just come with you, then?
Look, I didn't ask for this.
I didn't ask you to turn up here. There's no fucking space.
ENGINE STOPS
What the fuck are you doing? Give me the keys.
No.
Let me tell you something, James.
I never fucking wanted you in the first place.
So give me the keys and get off the fucking boat.
No.
Give me the fucking keys!
No.
(SOBS)
FLARE HISSES AND BURSTS INTO FLAME
Now, give Daddy the keys, or I'm gonna melt your fucking face off!
Be sensible, son. I'll fucking do it.
I'll fucking do it!
I don't give a fuck.
I don't, either. (SOBS)
FLARE CONTINUES TO HISS
This is bad.
Fuck!
Cook, are you all right?
He didn't mean it.
What's the fucking difference? Nothing good ever stays with me.
Absolutely nothing.
You've got me.
I can't believe we just went granny racing.
I had it all planned out, man.
Get a boat of our own,
moor it down here,
a job, everything.
But she doesn't love me.
She does. I know she does.
She loves you better.
I was with her last night. Do you understand?
So you know what I've come here to ask you.
Cook, please...
please just say it's OK.
I can't.
Freds, I just can't.
I'm sorry. I just fucking love her.
I'm sorry.
I fucking love her.
But we can't share, can we?
Cook! Freddie!
Right, there you are.
What's up?
On balance, I'd say he was alive. >
Great. >
Should we... like... tie him up?
No. A bump to the head like that,
you don't want to interrupt the blood flow.
Right, we'll dump him later. >
Everyone wrap up warm.
What are you doing?
JJ? >
We are going home.
We can't just nick the boat, this is ridiculous.
This is 17 years' worth of birthday and Christmas presents.
Cook, start the engine, please. We need to leave quite quickly.
Why? Too late.
Look.
Oi!
Oh, my God! >
Get on the boat. Go, go, go. Get that engine started, OK?
Hurry up, Fred. >
Help me push it out.
Hurry up!
JJ, help him, will you?
Wanker!
THEY SHOUT, COOK LAUGHS
Wankers!
It's all right, you little fucks.
Wankers! >
You shit, I'll find you! I'll find you!
(LAUGHS) Fuck you!
I'm Cook, you shithead! I'm Cook!
Ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha! >
Come here.
I knew you wouldn't let me down, son. Eh?
I'm Cook, you fuckers!
Cook!
No. I'm Cook.
Fuck you! Fuck you!
Fuck you!
♪ Go to the shore and
♪ Pray for the sea
♪ Go towards the mirror
♪ And pray that you'll see
♪ Someone else
♪ Don't you cry
♪ You'll never know why
♪ Why
♪ Why... ♪
So... what do we do now?
SEAGULLS SQUAWK
♪ My car goes Chicago
♪ Every weekend I pick up some cargo
♪ I think I know the bloody way by now, Frankie
♪ Turn the goddamn radio down, thank you
♪ Pull over, count the money
♪ But don't count the thirty in the glove box, buddy
♪ That's for to buy Lucille some clothes
♪ Bang, bang, bang, went Frankie's gun
♪ He shot me down, Lucille
♪ Bang, bang, bang, went Frankie's gun
♪ He shot me down, Lucille
♪ He shot me down, he shot me down, he shot me down
♪ Work zones, double fines Don't pass the double lines
♪ Trailer, McDonald's rest stop Trailer double wide
♪ I saw a man hit my mom one time, really
♪ I hurt him so damn bad I had to hide in Jersey
♪ Called my mamma, told her, "In the dresser
♪ "There's ten or twenty dollars but there ain't no lesser
♪ "That's for to take my sister to the picture show"
♪ Bang, bang, bang, went Frankie's gun
♪ He shot me down, Lucille
♪ He shot me down, he shot me down, he shot me down
♪ Yodel-ay-ee-oo! ♪