Shameless s08e10 Episode Script

Anyone watching, thinking we know fuck all about knowing fuck all about owt, needs to watch their back So you've had your Labour, reclassifying skunk, sending prices sky-high - literally.
Literally, taking the grass from its own roots! Now you've got the ConDemNation.
Liberals nozzing Tories like altar boys picking dimps up.
Have we had a national fucking stroke or what?! Is revolution a word, or was it never? Anybody watching needs to know we cope better than average with irony in Chatsworth.
Well, for fuck's sake, we live in Manchester, and they charge us for water! I wandered lonely as a clown Necking mushrooms rarely found This green and pleasant land of ancient times Yak, yak, yak, yak, yak, yak, yak! .
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it's not theirs any more.
This is our England now! Party! 'Some people are born bad.
'Some are born good.
'You know, got a lot of love to give.
' Mam.
You want a kid of your own, go and make one.
'And I'm not talking carnal.
'Cos if you can't get a shag on a Saturday night, 'there's summat seriously wrong with you.
'I'm talking unconditional.
I want someone to love who loves me as much as I love them.
'Someone to have a trust with.
'An understanding.
' You're all right, Dad, we'll get our own(!) 'I want a meeting of minds.
'So' Can anybody Find me Somebody to love? Each morning I get up, I die a little Can barely stand on my feet Take a look at yourself I take a look in the mirror And cry, Lord, what you doing to me? I've spent all my years in believing you But I just can't get no relief Lord, somebody Somebody Somebody Somebody Can anybody find me? 'Fuck that.
I'm not on me last legs yet.
' I've got so much love to give.
I just need someone to give it to.
I've got Trixie on a special.
You and a mate, two's up, 20 quid.
Chicken in a basket, as much advocaat as you can hold down.
And she's as tight as a gnat's chuff since her trip to Thailand.
'Then just when you least expect it, just what you least expect.
' You paid for it? A charitable donation.
And it's a her, not an it.
Vermin in China.
Soy sauce, spring onion.
Main course in Vietnam.
Filthy fuckers.
Dusty doesn't like being watched when she eats.
Dusty? It's the eyes.
Take 'em off the cat and put them on a blonde bird with a beehive and she'd be singing Son Of A Preacher Man, I'm telling you.
Oh! Surprise.
Eternity ring.
> Stones are guaranteed shatter-proof, colour never fades.
Rings are symbolic.
Eternal.
Cos there's no beginning and no end.
Like your love for Kelly! So, the cat's for? She needed a home.
So does Pissy Percy from the subway.
You'd better not be dragging him back here.
The ring.
You've only just put it down! I will slit the little bastard's guts open, Mickey! She might not have eaten it.
Yeah? Then where the fuck's it gone?! Half an hour, max.
Starting now.
Come to Daddy.
Come to Daddy.
Gandhi's called me up to Bradford.
Granddad? For? Wants to see the books, how I'm managing the place.
I'm not going.
He might cut your supplies off.
He can cut my balls off.
I'm going nowhere.
Got a couple of cars need your Midas touch.
I need you to drop one off, pick one u I'm helping Ches at the shop.
I did mention it, Jay.
If they're not clean, there won't be a drop tomorrow.
No drop, no job the next I'll get your cleaning stuff.
You're not eating into my profits.
You'll get your own.
And I'll bell you later for the where and when.
All right.
Child labour? Put the Great in Britain.
Once upon a time, you could rely on a spliff to do what it says on the tin.
These days, it takes a quarter to do the job of what an eighth used to.
See? Who'd have thought getting stoned in this day and age would be such a fucking problem? No offence.
What the fuck's that?! Language! What's it look like? Like my allergy in a fur coat.
If she goes, the mice stay.
It's your call.
Mice? Shane reckons she swallowed a ring he got for Kel.
Waiting for nature to take its course.
Can you do it outside? The baby.
You're right.
The laxatives'll be kicking in any second now.
Laxatives?! Any luck? Any washing missing? No.
What's up? Something missing off our washing line.
What? My knickers.
How many pairs? Just the one.
That's open.
Bradford ain't my dream destination.
This one? But at least it'll get me away from her.
She's all right, Sita.
She's a good girl.
Till the second after you've fucked 'em! We've only got half an hour.
I need to pack.
Auntie Uzma's done it.
Socks and undies for the week.
Couple of vests.
Right.
Laters, bro.
See you in a bit.
I'm leaving you in charge, not her.
Ta-da! An eternity ring? Yeah.
It took a fucking eternity to get it out of that thing! Explain.
The ring was stuck in her ring.
Procedure, got it out, realised she wasn't feeling herself, did a blood test, and thenshe's dying.
She's got the AIDS.
Maybe the kindest thing would be to spare her any more pain.
> It might be wise to think aboutgetting her put to sleep.
Would you have had Liberace put down?! No.
Freddie Mercury? No! Dusty will die surrounded by love.
My love.
Does she look like she's any sort of danger? Sweet Jesus, Mickey, you could be infected.
Got any Spaghetti Hoops? We've got Alphabetti.
I'm dyslexic.
left, so that's 62.
80.
You can count it.
Can you stomach beans with your, you know, weakness? Is anyone serving? Yeah, sorry, one minute.
I'll handle this.
I can eat 'em just as long as I'm sitting down.
Thank you.
Count it? When I cash up.
I do not rob mates.
Ches told me to look after the place, and that's what I'll do, like it or not.
You got that? If I get me hands on you, I'll have yer bollocks for earrings! Are you OK? No! Me knickers have gone again! I think we should get the police involved.
What are those useless bastards going to do? You're not the only woman round here.
Avril's in danger, Letitia's in danger.
Danger of what? There's a sexual deviant on the loose.
Throw a rock round here, you'd hit a dozen.
Someone's stealing underwear.
Maybe the best thing is to dry them indoors from now on.
I'm not having my behaviour dictated to by some fucking nonce.
The knickers stay.
Where's my pussy? It kicked Cilla off with her asthma.
Wanker.
We have to keep it away from the baby.
I want that thing out.
It's a fucking liability.
I didn't know you could get queer cats.
Dusty's female.
How the fuck did she get the AIDS, then? Is she a cat lesbian? Can lesbians get the AIDS? How can you even think like that? It's the 21st century, for fuck's sake! I've asked for counselling.
What? And how are they going to do that, you soft twat? It's not like she can tell you how she's feeling.
For me, you bastard, not her! She's facing a messy, painful, elongelas Er A really drawn-out death.
And I'm going to guarantee a dignified ending to this lady's life.
You could have it yourself.
You can't catch the AIDS from a cat.
She fucking did.
And if you catch it from a toilet seat It's all body fluids, not just jizz and fanny batter.
It's tears, spit, puke, piss.
I don't want one of us being the first to catch it from a sneeze.
That's ridiculous.
So's fucking a monkey, but that's where it came from.
You don't think someone's been slotting the cat one, do you? You can't catch the AI It's not even called AIDS - it's FIDS.
Feline Immune .
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DS.
Dusty needs care.
And tenderness.
And love.
And if you feel that there's no place in this house for her .
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then there's no place for me.
Ugh! Just scraping out.
But you know that already.
I've got better things to do than sit watching you earn minimum wage.
What is it with you? Thought we were getting on.
Got anything for a gyppy tummy? This is a family business.
Not family and cousin's mates.
Gyppy how? Bit like buses.
You wait ages for one, then three come all at once.
Well, cousin's mate will be out of there as soon as he's done.
Give you a chance to get your pulse back to normal.
How many times, Carl? You're not my type.
I meant whenever I went in the till.
I handle a bit of cash, your blood pressure goes up.
You can go now.
I'll finish up.
Assuming I'm a thief? Assuming I'll rob you blind? I never said It's been like this since day one.
Grew up on a council estate - scum.
Went to a comp - scum.
Has a pint - scum.
Dad's a waster - scum.
Asian - uptight.
University - uptight.
Non-drinker - uptight.
Non-smoker You know nothing about me.
Ditto.
I'm here because I know, and you don't, that Ches wants to make a proper go at this.
He's working his balls off.
He asked for my help and I said yes.
So grab that and make yourself useful, or shut the f .
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or get off my back.
Is your cat dead yet? No, she fucking isn't! This car'll stink soon, you not washing and her decaying.
I don't need this! Let me help you.
You'll take us in? Oh, no, I can't stand cats.
I've got a mate on me dinner round, might be able to give you a few pointers.
Give you a shout later.
Really? Maybe they've not been taken, maybe you've just misplaced them.
How d'you misplace your knickers?! I'm always losing mine.
Stopped wearing them now.
Anything can happen after too many vodkas.
Not been that pissed for a long time.
Or got lucky! Still in thewashing machine, maybe? Probably just someone having a laugh.
Just what we thought in the summer of '74.
Lingerie flying off lines all round the estate.
Complained, but the police did nothing.
In me teens, I went out with a girl we used to call Yo-Yo Knickers.
Used them as ankle warmers.
But one woman was singled out.
Knicker nicker was obsessed.
Killed her in the end.
Me mum told me about that.
Kept her body in the freezer.
Used to take her out now and then, defrosted her for a bit of how's-your-father.
They found the body when his house was broke into.
Burglar found him in bed with a corpse and called the filth.
Maybe he's back! Something I should have told you, Micky.
Leave any prejudice at the front door, cos he's got full-blown HGV.
It's HI Lulu! Wilkommen! There is nothing to fear.
No judgement here.
I know there'll be pain.
And I know it'll only get worse.
I can cope with all of that.
I think.
I just need a bit of Support? I know.
Come in.
Mind the yucca! Feel no shame.
I don't.
Good.
Stay positive.
Pun intended! Spam, peas and mash.
Liquidised, as requested.
Oh, thank you very much.
> I can't put anything solid in me mouth without gagging now.
Oh, the irony! I'll bow out here.
Be gentle, he's quite fragile.
Kid gloves.
Be a good idea if we closed up for the night, get this finished.
I don't think you're scum.
I still think you're uptight.
Who else would use a word like uptight, you hippy? I'm just worried about Ches.
Ches could land in a barrel of shite and come out shining.
Third time Grandad's bailed him out.
Well, not him exactly, but his family.
First his dad, then mum, now him.
Better do right by him, then.
My dad left when I was nine.
Went to Pakistan to arrange a business deal and never came back.
Yeah, Ches told me.
It was a car crash, wasn't it? He ran off with his cousin.
He left my mum with four kids under 10.
No-one else knows that.
Secret.
What are you telling me for? Coffee? One sugar.
Don't tell Ches.
What time d'you call this?! Time for you to go home.
What, at 11.
20?! What is this, fucking Prohibition? Is Eliot Ness back in town? You know, the Untouchables Sorry, no offence, mate.
Girls are reclaiming the night.
Nutter on the loose, they're sending a clear message they will not be intimidated.
He fucking will be if he claps eyes on that lot! Look, if you're scared of him Are we shite scared of him! Then why are you allowing said pervert to send you home earlier than anticipated? 'Ey! We're not going home early cos we're scared.
We're going home to show him we're not intimidated by his behaviour.
So, what, is that some sort of reverse psychology or summat? All I know is, I get an early night.
Oh, stay, come on! Who in their fucking right mind's gonna sexually assault any of you? What? I thought we were closed.
You OK? We're reclaiming the night.
Who from? From whoever it was that took it! There's a thief out there stealing Mimi's undergarments to aid his onanism.
What, and he's out there now? God help him is he is.
Imagine that poor woman and the kids she left behind.
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And she's not coming back.
Give us two pints of semi-skimmed, then we'll get off.
On me slate.
Ches has left strict instructions - no slates from now on.
She's like royalty, doesn't carry cash.
I'll get you a cab.
What for? You heard, there's some nutter out there.
I'll stay here.
You can't.
Says who? Me mam says she knew from when I was an infant.
But how could she According to her, my first word was "cock".
It was rejection from there on in.
From those that should have cared for me the most.
I imagine my story's very similar to yours.
What d'you mean? There's no need to be coy.
Nothing wrong with my family! Yeah, but they did kick you out as soon as they found out about your condition, didn't they? My condition? Oh, denial.
Your prognosis is much better than mine, but it's still a lot to take on, in't it? W-What exactly did Lillian tell you? Me mind was too awash with Lebanon's finest at the time, but I know you need me.
We are cut from the same cloth, you and me, Micky.
Well, I don't think we Yeah, separate us, but our stories are heart-breakingly similar.
Look, er I think you've got the wrong end of the stick, Lulu.
There's no need to explain.
I know everything I need to know, and I know that I need you to know that as long as there is breath in my body, there is room for you here.
And there's room for you here.
There is a price, however.
I thought there might be! A big stiff one inside me before I nod off.
Dubonnet.
Double.
I need a once-over from a doctor.
Iama doctor.
Not yet you're not! I think I bust my wrist when I fell.
Can you move your fingers? Nothing broken.
How am I gonna drive for Jamie tomorrow? You'll have to.
Like I've got nothing better to do! If you don't cover me, I'm out of a job.
Aagh! Aah, shit! No way, Carl! What? Coming over all damaged.
You twatted me with a bat! Trying to kiss me.
Cheap.
You could not be more wrong.
I felt a bit woozy.
Well, if you still feel "woozy" in the morning, then get to A&E! I'm sorry about this, Lulu.
There's been an accident.
Oh, yer all right, Micky.
If it weren't for these panty pads, I'd be leaving a trail meself.
This isn't me! I know, there's much more to you than just a body that's failing its function.
I need to explain meself.
This isn't even human.
What have they done to you?! You've allowed their poison, their prejudice, to warp your mind! You fucking cunts! He is a human being! If you prick him - which I don't advise, by the way does he not bleed? You poor, poor boy.
Look, I'm all right, honest! Fuck 'em.
Fuck their prejudice.
Fuck their world.
It's not that bad out here.
and I wept.
But the closer I get, the more it appeals.
And when I go, I want to be allowed to go.
I don't want to be strapped to some machine that's pumping breath back into a body that's convinced it's breathed its last.
What I want is "DNR" written across here.
Go on.
DNR.
Do Not Resuscitate.
I dictated how I lived my life, I'll do the same with me death.
You'll make sure, will you, Micky? Course I will.
When I slip into unconsciousness, let me go.
I will.
I will.
Not dead, then? Sorry to disappoint.
I've already eaten.
Did you make your own breakfast? A man who can cook for himself.
There is hope for the world yet.
New job, early start.
He's covering for Carl while Carl covers for Chesney.
Oh.
A working man now? A little good luck present for the man bringing the cash in.
Better get off.
Don't want to be late.
Fine, thanks for asking.
I said I'm sorry.
Your phone's off.
I told you to keep it on.
I need you to drop that car later.
Aidan's getting it ready.
Should be done around one-ish.
Here's the address.
The car you need to pick up is at the same address, OK? Cool.
Say yeah and I'll agree to drop the charges.
To what? And what charges? Doing me driving and ABH.
You know, twatting me head, nearly busting me hand.
Joking aside, I'll be out of a job if that car's not dropped.
Well, it's no good looking at me.
You can't drive? Shit.
Seen this? Done a crackin' job.
I hope he'll be rewarded for his efforts.
Yeah, yeah.
If you're still in the mood, Aidan, the pub could do with a going over.
Let me get a photo.
Bend down like you're cleaning the wheels.
I feel stupid.
You look stupid.
I've been worried sick that some nutter's been tracking me down.
And all along it was him! How dare you hit him? Oh, stop it! Just fuckin' stop it now! Mum! Fuckin' hell! Spare the rod, spoil the child! Is that what Cilla has to look forward to, is it? Fuckin' hell, Libby! I'm not going to smack her, am I, soft shite? She's a girl! Oh, so it's just the lads, is it? No wonder they turned out as well as they have.
Oh! I know the reality of bringing lads up.
And if you're not firm with them, tough with them, then you fuck them up for life! Don't ask.
God.
Urgh! Sweet Jesus! It's too late now, innit? It's too late now.
Fucking Spanish onions for your cat medicine.
To late take them out now, innit, Dusty? She had an accident.
I feel like I've sprung a leak meself sometimes.
Maybe later.
Would you give that a stir while I get rid of this? You know, before you came, the very day before you came, I felt like I was coming to the end.
I thought, "What the fuck have you got to live for? "Who the fuck?" I realised I had nothing at all, nothing except liquefied Pot Noodles and power ballads.
I found myself praying to God for a sign.
The very next day, in you rolled, looking for advice.
I'm a lucky man.
Thank you, God.
Thank you, Micky.
Listen, I'm going to put the feelers out for a flat, so I won't be under your feet for too long.
You being here, sweet boy, is not problem.
No problem at all.
Divine.
Homemade food and good company, what could be better? Phone an ambulance! She's having a fit.
Phone an ambulance! Where we off to, then? I had the address here.
Jamie gave it me before.
Just give him a shout.
And say what? "That address you gave me - dickhead here's lost it.
" Sat-nav.
With any luck, the home button should do it.
'In 500 metres, turn left.
' Not as daft as you look, are you? No.
But you are.
'You have reached your destination.
' So where's this car you're picking up, then? Could be parked up anywhere.
Could be that one.
Or that one.
Oh? Another satisfied customer.
I only reported it missing this morning.
About an hour or so ago.
So where did you find it? Can you fetch me some ID? Like car registration documents, please? I'll get the paperwork.
Fuck's sake, get back in.
Come on! What? The car's robbed.
This is where it's robbed from.
Near 200 quid to the fuckin' vet, only to be told the reason she was having difficulty breathing was because she had more marijuana in her system than a Rastafari with a bad habit, and her collar was too tight.
Sorry.
I appreciate your concern for a creature, Micky, but for fuck's sake, she's a twatting cat! It's not exactly the point.
It is when you're talking to someone who's looking death in the face! Who puts their head on the pillow, never knowing whether they're going to wake up again! Keep you're voice down! You're upsetting Dusty.
Fuck Dusty! Fuck her! What about me? And why is it always about you with people like you? God, every person in my life, it's, "Me, me, me, me, me.
" And you know what, Lulu? I've had enough.
Where are you going? It's not right me being here, and I know that you need someone, but it ain't me.
Don't leave.
You've been really kind to me, Lulu, and while I've been here I've learned a really valuable lesson, but in the end it's just me.
I'm on me own.
The doctor's given me one month! I don't want to die alone! We all die alone.
I'll tell Lillian.
I'll get in touch with a support group.
Don't leave me, you hard-hearted bastard! Get off! I know your suffering.
I understand better than any mother, any brother, any lover.
Look, it's not me, OK? I didn't need to lie to you about the AIDS thing, but It's Dusty who's got it.
I mentioned it to Lillian and she said that you might be able to help us.
You lied.
I tried to tell you, but you wouldn't listen and then it just went on too far and Picking over my life, my disease, to help that.
Get out! You deserve everything that's coming to you! Get out! Drop dead, you twisted old fruit! Fuck.
Shit.
Oh, fuck! Shit! Phone.
Fuck! Oh, shit.
Fuck! Help! Help.
Thanks very much.
Cunt.
I couldn't just let you die.
Why? I wouldn't be able to live with myself.
You might have fucked up your own life, but you're not fucking up mine.
The medic said you'd not been taking your meds.
What's the use? Right.
Here's the deal.
I stick around as long as you're still breathing on the understanding that you just stop your fucking moaning.
I don't need it.
You're staying? If you kick off again, I'm gone.
You can drown in your own piss, for all I care.
You got that? Loud and clear.
There's going to be a few changes.
I'm going to decorate.
Something bright and welcoming.
We could re-carpet, new couch, some drapes.
That's curtains.
Cost a bit.
I've got a few bob stashed.
I can dip into me funeral fund.
And there's a quiz every Sunday at the Seaman's Arms.
We're going.
I don't think I don't think When was the last time you partied? Lady Di's funeral.
I threw some flowers in the canal, got trollied on GHB, came home, locked the door and that was it.
So it's the quiz for starters, then we can hit a few clubs.
There's plenty of '80s nights and that, so you'll be able to throw a few shapes.
There's a big world out there, Lulu.
A fucking A big world.
This calls for a celebration.
No, no, no, no, no.
Let's do it properly.
Bubbly.
Oi, stop looking at me arse! Shit.
In about ten seconds I want you to slam on, get out and run.
Dump your jacket just in case they get a description out.
What about you? I'll get in the driving seat.
Hopefully they'll follow me and you'll be able to get away.
But your hand! I was lying.
I just wanted you with me.
I'll ditch the car as soon as I can.
And if you don't get the chance? Break now! Now! Jacket! I'm sorry.
If I'd known the car was robbed, I would've never put you in that position, I swear to God.
I swear to God.
Right.
It's nicely chilled.
I got some pate and a few baps.
Some nuts and crisps.
Thought we could have a bit of a do, you know.
Not the cheap shit, either.
Only the best for us.
I can teach you and you can teach me and face it all together.
Get each other through.
Just me and you against the world, eh, Lulu? No! There you go.
Thanks.
Thanks.
You didn't know he was Beirut? Fruit - queer.
Dunno, don't think so.
One of God's innocents, aren't you? He was a gay.
No(!) I used to work in a bar in the Gay Village, years before it was the Gay Village.
The laughs we used to have.
Such good people to be with.
The life and soul of the party.
But then when the pubs shut, and the clubs and the bars, they go home alone and cry themselves to sleep.
So it's down to you to organise his send-off.
Will you help us? I don't know where to start.
He gave me his card and PIN number.
He took to you, didn't he? He didn't I mean, he didn'tyou know .
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charge you rent? Make you pay in kind? Jesus! Did he try it on with you? He'sjust lonely.
He just wanted a bit of company.
What a way to live, eh? It doesn't have to be like this, though, does it? I mean, if his family would have just accepted him for what he was.
His family rejected him? Bastards! No mates? Long gone.
Address book.
We should see if we can trace any of his family.
Why? Fuckers never gave a shit when he was around.
Why would they be arsed when he's not? I didn't know Philip for long Lulu but I did know the pain he was in.
Not because of his illness particularly, but from the scars he carried from years of rejection by those he held dear .
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those he loved, who couldn't love him back because of who he was.
What he was.
He knew that once he stood up and said, "I am what I am," there'd be a price to pay.
Years of loneliness and isolation.
His only friends, a half-witted old woman and his doctor.
You're wrong.
He had the courage to live his life his way.
To die his way.
A life with no compromise, with no regard for the scorn and disappointment heaped on him by those nearest.
Those who should have loved him no matter what.
What do you mean by that? You know what I'm talking about.
Are you insinuating that I rejected my own brother because he were gay? You're the one who couldn't bear to face him for years.
I had him round Christmas, New Year, Easter, birthdays.
Guilt getting to you, is it? You cheeky fucker.
Get off him! Get off him! A couple of times when I were younger, I tried to broach the subject.
But he'd have none of it.
Not the story he told me.
Not the story he told anyone.
Disappeared in 1985.
All Mam got was a postcard saying he were living in London.
Not to bother trying to find him.
Your mam never liked him anyway.
He were the apple of her eye.
It broke her heart when he went.
She used to say to me, "How come he didn't tell me?" Trust me, the thought for one second I wouldn't love him He said you rejected him.
You all did.
When we were kids, Mam saying to us, "I loved you from the moment you entered this world.
"And I'll never stop.
"I'll love you for all time, eternity.
" Only one who had trouble believing that were Philip.
You knew? All the time, you knew? What he were.
Who he were.
Didn't stop me loving him any less.
Thanks for doing what you did.
He hadn't even suffered anything.
He was just a big lying poof.
He was lying to protect himself.
You think so? It was himself he couldn't face.
That's what his brother said.
And he's right.
How sad is that? You're better off saying, aren't you, really? Just summon up the courage and say, "A life lived lying is like a life half-lived.
" Honestyisthe best policy.
Though I've got to admit, I'd fuckin' freak if it was one of mine, do you know what I mean? Too right.
I'd spend the rest of me life wondering what the fuck I'd done wrong.
I mean, is it genetic, something they learn? What makes a lad like cock? I mean, apart from his own, like.
And arses.
Could never get me head round that.
Dusty? Dusty! Dusty? Dusty! Pss, pss, pss! She'll be out on the prowl somewhere.
Dusty! Pss, pss, pss, pss, pss.
Where is she? You fuckin' Fuck off with that Billy Casper routine.
What have you done with his cat? Why are you sofuckin' bothered? It was just a cat.
It was his cat.
You haven't? Fuck's sake, Shane, you haven't? Haven't what? Haven't what? It was sat on Cilla's face.
What the fuck am I supposed to do? Leave her? Where is she? In the binwhere she belongs.
You bastard, Shane, you fuckin' bastard.
'They say I got a lot of water in my brain.
'Got no common sense.
'I got nobody left to believe in.
'I used to think Freddie was singing about me when I heard that.
'But I know I have.
'And I know they're out there, just waiting for me.
'All I have to do 'is find them.
' Jenny Taylor.
Jenny's going to be your carer.
If you walk out that door, you won't be allowed back.
I mean it.
Why do this? I need someone.
You've got me.
Parents, eh? Can't live with them And you can't kill them! I can't do that.
I just run things.
Fuck off or you fuck off.
She's drugging me.
This rope's too tight.
Marry me.
Would you like me to be the cat? Yes, please.
Don't be frightened.
Here's some milk.
You like that, don't you?