Shameless s08e16 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 your Con-Dem nation, Liberals noshing 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 in ancient times Yak, yak, yak, yak, yak, yak, yak, yak, yak! It's not theirs any more.
This is our England now.
Party! JACKSON: My Dad used to take me and our kid to the countryside.
Didn't do owt.
We had no money.
Bread didn't have time to go stale in our house, so the ducks missed out.
Just sat on the hillside and watched the clouds go by.
Didn't even talk.
TODDLER GIGGLES When I got older, we still weren't talking.
But that's because neither of us knew what to say anymore.
After a few more years, that stopped being a problem, because we couldn't bear to be in the same house as each other.
To this day I don't know if we fell out because I hated the man or because I realised I was slowly turning into him.
Dad! Dad! Get your jollies elsewhere.
You dirty fucker.
Dad! She's gushing! My dad got the last laugh, though.
Cos every now and again, I open my mouth to speak and he falls out.
Everything he said then, I say now.
Shit.
Dad! Get the fuck out of my house! Aah! No! Take your fucking stuff with you! SHOUTING Mrs Powell? JACKSON: Get out! Dad! Dad! I find you sniffing round her again and I'll cut your fucking Jackson! .
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cock off.
Mary Twill.
Social worker.
It's about our fostering application, Jackson.
We'll be ready for you next time.
Won't be abusing any kids.
Yeah, we'll stop putting cigs out on Letitia.
Not that we smoke.
Certainly not weed.
Or crack.
Look, what happened, that's That's not how I normally conduct myself we conduct ourselves.
Let's start next time with a new slate, shall we? Yeah.
Thank you.
Bye.
Bye.
Total overreaction, as per.
I caught some dirty little bastard shagging our daughter.
How else was I supposed to react? He's not some dirty little bastard.
They've been seeing each other for weeks.
You knew what they were doing in our home? Well, it's better than doing it in some crack den in Gorton.
Having a boyfriend is a no-no, but having some fucked-up foster kid in the house is all right? Language! You're only doing it cos you'll get paid.
I know you might find it hard to believe, but paid or unpaid, some kids would be grateful having someone give a fuck about them.
Language.
Oi! Where do you think you're going? Back in the house! Avril.
Stella's got a temperature.
Er blue bottle, top shelf, next to the sink.
Two five mils every four hours.
You're a star.
Ooh, is she asthmatic? Er no.
How old are you? Dad, leave him alone! She's 15! That's rape! Do you want to go on the sex offenders' register? And that's assault! Do you wanna lose your job? I'm telling the truth! Nothing happened! You lay one fucking finger on her, and I'll Oh, fuck.
Is this the one, Avril? That's the one.
Lovely lad.
Looking after his little sister.
Chickenpox.
What the fuck do you think you're doing, you cunt? Stella's still in there, weeping, and I don't mean crying! Chickenpox could finish off a man of my years.
See you when she's scabbed over.
Right, well, I want you home by 12, you bastard, and sober! It's not like this normally.
Everyone's gone mad today.
Must be something in the water.
Avril, I put some ice on Stella's head and it's stuck.
Am I Coleen Nolan? No.
Can I have a clue? You're a shit interior designer.
Laurence Llewelyn-Bowen.
No.
Your wallpaper's crap.
Would you shut the fuck up? Right, come on, let's see what you've got.
Wait, we're going to have to play for summat else.
We're all skint.
Blow jobs.
Busman's holiday.
What's the point? I get them anyway.
Right.
Whoever wins the hand gets to choose between truth, dare, kiss, command or promise.
It's a bit playground.
And you being so fuckin' mature.
Yep? All right.
On my count, one, two, three.
Ah.
Read 'em and weep.
Right.
You two kiss.
Oh.
Ha-ha.
Right.
CHEERING Just a little clue.
Irish.
Freedom fighter or terrorist, depending on your politics.
Oh.
Louis Walsh? Daniel O'Donnell.
Dana.
Bono.
Val Doonican.
The Corrs.
Boyzone! Home now.
I promised Aidan he could go to the chippy before it shuts.
Can't leave Stella on her own while she's sick.
Nanny state! You do it! I'm her brother, not her dad.
And I'm on a promise.
Now go! Go! All right.
Carl! Aah! Go home! LAUGHTER AND CHATTER Happy birthday to you Happy birthday to you Happy birthday, dear Sarah Happy birthday, dear Happy birthday to you Happy birthday to you.
Go on, fuck off, you bastard! (GROANS) VEHICLE SOUNDS HORN You bastards! (GROANS) Going nowhere fast (MUMBLES) Aah! DOG BARKING SHOWER ON Stella? I've put her upstairs.
Frank's AWOL.
Carl's at work.
Aidan's learning the drums.
Where's Letitia? Revising round at Dee's.
I said she wasn't to see him again.
Which is the best way of making her do the exact opposite.
At least this way, we know where she is.
We don't even know where he lives.
You know they won't be revising! I knew you'd worry, so I gave her condoms and asked her to write the address down.
He's a lovely kid when you get to know him.
Apart from his name.
Africa.
No wonder he calls himself Dee.
He's shagging my underage daughter.
I don't want to fucking know him.
Where are you going? Where do you think? Before you start looking after other people's kids, you want to try looking after your own.
SHOUTS Come on! Hey! We always wanted two kids, didn't we? Little boy.
A son.
Well, a son of sorts.
A foster son.
Might be another girl.
Look, I know how hard this must be for you to see your baby growing into a woman.
But Dee's a great lad.
You should get to know him.
Any chance you could keep Stella while I finish my shift? I'll pay you.
I'll put some calamine on her spots.
Cheers.
You talk some sense into him, Carl.
He seems to have forgotten what it's like to be young.
Must have been the same when you were their age, Jackson.
That's the trouble.
I was.
BABY CRYING Jackson, what the fuck you playing at? Shh, shh.
Letitia's new boyfriend.
New boyfriend, who I found her doing the dirty with, is probably my son.
CYMBALS CLASH A one-night stand with Avril's best mate.
I knew she was pregnant but I thought she'd got rid of it.
She told me she was going to get rid of it.
DRUMS PLAYING You've got to tell Fuck.
Shagging your sister.
That's like me and our Debbie.
Avril will kill me when she finds out about this.
So, you're going to keep schtum? Say nothing and I let my daughter shag her brother.
Come clean and my marriage is over.
My wife leaves me, taking my daughter and my testicles with her.
DRUMS PLAYING Fuck, Carl.
I was a kid.
A stupid fucking kid.
What do I do? (GRUNTS AND GROANS) Don't move.
All right.
I I had a few drinks and took some drugs.
Sorry.
What sort of man does this? Well, I might be able to explain if I knew where I was.
Right now, my synagogue.
Ten minutes' time, a police station.
Next week, hopefully in prison.
The law doesn't tolerate this sort of behaviour any more.
What sort of Look, look, look.
Just chillax.
Ah! Oh! I'm on my hands and knees scrubbing my son's grave day after day, ridding it of the filth that you and your sort have daubed all over it.
Oh, no! No.
No, no way.
No way on this earth would I Look, look.
I am not an antisem icist.
SIREN WAILING I I'm just a stupid drunk looking for shelter.
SIREN WAILING You're religious man, obviously.
Show some mercy.
For the Lord's sake.
(SOBS) For my children's sake.
Oh, God! If I'm incarcerated, I I don't know how they'll survive.
DOORBELL RINGS Please.
Please! I beg you.
(SOBBING) I want to atone.
Let me.
KNOCKING DOOR I lived like you, as fast as I could go.
Drink, women, gambling.
Oh, yeah, I don't do gambling so much now.
I'd sooner spend the cash on a dead cert.
Booze, you know.
I drew the line at drugs but my success in business went to my head and I thought I was invincible, untouchable.
But God reminded me my sinful life came with a price tag.
How much? The most precious thing in my life was taken from me.
Your car? Plasma telly? Your iPod thingy? My son.
Three years ago.
Punishment for the way I'd lived my life.
Since then, I've done what I can to atone.
Gave up my job, my life of sin.
Bet your missus had something to say about that.
She had sense.
She'd left me years previously.
I work in the synagogue, live as good a life as possible.
I was put there so you and I should meet.
I lived a godless life and lost my son.
My redemption is to help you keep yours.
It's so clear.
MUSIC PLAYING Have you got the stuff? I owe you.
Aled Jones? Will you stop fucking following me? Bad news.
Chinese Elvis is doing Burnley.
But they can let us have two Thai Britneys for the same price.
Tell 'em to fuck off.
What about sacking the act? Mate of mine could do us a gold party.
Be a laugh, and people could earn a few bob off their old jewellery.
Oh, hilarious! An evening of crack whores and choker chains.
You carry on having a laugh and leave the entertainment to me.
Right, come on, show your cards.
Ooh! Oh! Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho! Come on, girls, you know the drill.
Oh, dear.
Don't you dare say kiss.
All right, all right, command.
I command you two to kiss.
Get on with it.
There's summat weird about you even asking for this.
Every man's fantasy.
Two women.
Hiya, love.
Can I grab a bottle of lager? Yeah.
I'll get it, Mimi.
Two lagers.
Any mate of Letitia's is a mate of mine.
Right.
Let's just get this straight.
I stay here, free of charge? Food and board.
And what if I say no? I call the police and tell them I'd like to report a hate crime.
Oh, come on, it's hardly that.
How else would you describe vandalising a synagogue? Erm look, I know you were married and everything, and forgive me for asking, cos I have to, cos marriage excuses no-one the freak's roll call You you don't bat for the other side, do you? And I'm not talking Palestinians.
I see we're going to have to start from the beginning.
I'm here to help you but first you're here to help me.
How? From sundown today until sundown tomorrow, that's six to six, is the sabbath.
I'm forbidden to do any work, which includes giving orders, making requests.
That's where you come in.
So, for example I might say, "It's a little chilly in here.
" And you'd suggest? Double glazing? You'd say, "I'll put the heating on.
" I say, "I'm a little hungry.
" You say? I shall prepare a light snack, Isaac.
This is gonna work just fine, my friend.
Come on, Frank, get 'em lit.
Paint me black and call me Benson.
CHIMING Ah.
CLOCK CHIMING This carpet looks dirty.
This carpet looks dirty.
You think? Drink? Yeah, don't mind if I do.
I'm a little peckish.
You say? Mine's a double voddie, easy on the tonic.
Now I say, "It's Friday night, I'm parched.
" And you say? Hello, police? I'd like you to arrest this man for crimes against humanity.
GLASS CLINKS No.
No, well, strictly speaking, it should be me calling the filth.
Kidnap and blackmail was still illegal, last time I checked.
Can't believe you'd do this to your own kid.
It's for my other kid, for Letitia.
Are you sure he's yours? She might have been with other men.
No, it was me she had in her sights.
Everyone knew it.
Used to knock back fellas left, right and centre.
Keeping herself free for me.
Her words, not mine.
He's a really nice lad.
So Avril keeps telling me.
Works two jobs as well as school.
If it wasn't incest, it'd be perfect.
Don't, Carl.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
You'll do what we agreed, yeah? Please.
We'll have Stella for the next three nights.
Deal.
Can tell he's yours.
Can't handle his ale.
You do know I'm straight? Need to be where we're going, fella.
DOG BARKING Am I dreaming? Wide awake, kid.
Well, almost.
Oh, I can't feel my knees.
Try concentrating on another part of your anatomy.
You smell like toothpaste.
That's the second nicest thing anyone's ever said to me.
I can't get up.
Well, that's why you pay a professional.
Leave it to me, cocker.
Let Kelly work her magic.
No, I can't get up.
Can't feel my legs.
Lift your arm.
I can't.
I can't! Oh, I want to see my girlfriend! I don't think she'd want to see you in this state.
I need to see Letitia! Letitia? Powell? Bloody brain, Carl! I wouldn't tell you if I didn't care for Letitia.
I saw him going in there off his tits.
This one belong to you? Found him passed out in Lillian's.
Lillian's? You dirty bastard! No offence, Kelly.
None taken.
You better stay away from my daughter from now on, you hear me? Hey, no.
No.
You've got the wrong end of the doodah.
Poor sod walked in, saw Trixie and the girls hosting a naughty NHS night and thought he were at the dentist's.
(RETCHING) He kept asking for a root canal and crying for Letitia.
Well, that's how I knew to bring him here.
I think someone spiked him.
I've got a punter waiting.
He's in no fit state to get home.
I'll take him.
If we're quick, we'll catch the last bus.
(GRUNTS) DOG BARKING Alyah.
Well, well, well.
Happy time (FRANK CHUCKLES) (GRUNTING) (CHUCKLES) You're a very bad man, Frank.
I see now, clearer than ever.
You have to be stopped.
Tell your dad to stop being a cunt and find us another drink.
What did you say? Joke.
Put that down! Hey, look! I know that you miss him and all that, but in lots of ways you're lucky he's died.
He he'd have only grown into a twat like mine did.
Come on! Don't go all Austrian dad on us! Let us out, eh? I would love to, Frank.
But, as you know, I'm not supposed to do anything on the Sabbath.
So, you sleep it off and we'll sort you out tomorrow.
Once and for all.
You told me you weren't keeping the baby.
You told me you'd love me forever.
So, what you been up to? Oh, you know.
Same old, same old.
I've got a son now.
He's shagging his sister.
She's only his half sister.
They're not breaking the law.
Yes, they are.
No, they're not.
Your name's not on the birth certificate.
Whose is? Mr T.
They're still blood.
I can't believe you knew about this and you let it carry on.
Oi, calm down.
You'll wake him up.
What are we gonna do? I looked at him tonight.
He's so fuckin' beautiful, it made me wanna cry.
I wanna be part of his life, but I can't do that to Avril.
It'd kill her.
It's not all about her.
She hates your guts, and you've given me the one thing that she couldn't.
We'll sort it.
We've got to split them up.
That way, you can still be part of his life.
Avril won't find out.
Be our little secret.
You're a teacher.
We'll tell Dee you're part of the Duke of Edinburgh scheme, help him get into university.
And splitting them up? I'll just tell him to look at the mother.
That should put him off.
Why didn't you tell me you'd kept it? Him.
Cos it were none of your fucking business.
Pretty clear where you stood back then.
She didn't deserve you.
We'd have been good, me and you.
And our son.
Me and you were a mistake.
You might as well have another.
Last bus has long gone.
And we've got a lot of catching up to do, haven't we? Morning, Daddy.
DOG BARKING BABY CRIES CHILD GIGGLES BABY GURGLES, BIKE BELL RINGS BABY WAILING What'll it be like round here with another kid under our feet? It'll be great.
You better get changed.
The social worker will be here any minute.
Dunno if I'm past my nappy-changing days.
So, what exactly did you say you did last night, when you took Dee back? What did his mum say? Just thanks.
Thanks very much.
Nice kid, though.
Isn't he? Lovely, yeah.
Gentle kid.
Intelligent.
Sensitive.
Bit of a looker, too.
His dad in, you said? Yeah.
We just took him straight upstairs, then threw him into bed.
Then me on the two-seater.
Hardly slept a wink.
Dad! Dad, over here! (GROANS) Son! Yeah, I know.
Goatees are so 2005.
You OK? Oh! Ah! You get used to it.
You go and enjoy yourself.
You've earned it.
What about Stella? Close to death due to complications with chicken pox, but in good hands.
You go and have a good time.
Hey, check some of them coats.
Might just get lucky.
Isaac.
Can you let me out, please? I really need the toilet.
Cheers.
Am I Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mitch and Tich? God loves a trier.
What about a gold party? What? A theme night.
We'll do a gold party.
Nice one.
God, there must be an echo in here, because I said that yesterday.
No need to pull your face.
If you don't like it, just say.
I do like it.
What's your problem? You don't half get yourself wound up over nothing.
Have you had your tablets today? Hey! What's up with you? I was Nothing.
Kelly! Have you claimed your prize yet? Fuck's sake.
(SHANE) We asked for this.
What's up with you? I think Jackson might be having an affair with a 17-year-old boy.
You need to cut down on the sherbets.
No chance.
I can spot 'em a mile off, Avril.
LAUGHTER Eurgh, you dirty bastards! See! They're all at it! What the fuck? You've had my daughter! Had my husband! Do you wanna go for your hat trick? How could you think I'd Look me in my eyes, and tell me you've not slept with him.
I haven't! I swear! Then who the fuck wrote that on your back? Huh? It wasn't him.
It was me.
Last night? No, not last night! Nothing happened last night! Is that true? Then what the fuck's this all about? Just something I had to tell you.
Dee's his son.
Isaac? I'm sorry I locked you in last night, but you had to be punished.
The way you talked about your children broke my heart.
You haven't seen 'em.
And you should count your lucky stars you still can.
I am the victim here.
Oh, for once in your life, tell the truth! Atone for your sins, while you still have time! Because there's no time left for me, Frank! And I can't take it any more! I can't! Fucking hell! What? Why?! Couldn't you have taken me instead of him? The sins of the father are visited on the children, Frank, and he's punishing me, but I need it to stop! What was his name? (SOBBING) His name.
Daniel.
Daniel.
What happened to Daniel, I don't think had much to do with God.
You don't understand.
Oh! Just apply a little logic, right? All the fucking nutters out there who have fathered sons, right, and have done despicable things, you know, Stalin, Mussolini, Thatcher, Blair I don't mean Lionel.
Their kids weren't smited, were they? Struck down? I sinned.
(LAUGHING) No.
Fucking hell! No, I've sinned! Drugs.
Drink.
Sex.
Neglect.
I've thought about no-one but me and I don't think I ever will.
(SNIFFS) Don't think I ever want to.
So, if anyone deserved a good smiting, it's me.
Don't arouse his anger, Frank.
Ooh.
Well, come on, do your worst! But give this poor bastard a break, will you? Whoa.
Whoa.
(LAUGHS) It wasn't your fault.
(SOBS) Oh, come here.
Hey.
It's all right.
I think we need some time to ourselves.
I want her here.
Independent observer.
Innocent bystander, if it gets rough.
I just want to Yellow card! You no speaky, you listen.
Comprende? You've always made me feel loved.
And because of that, I can forgive you anything.
We'll get over this.
But that's what I was Shut it.
You're not off the hook yet.
You could have come clean.
You could have told me and made all that shit I put you through, with the credit cards and the debt, balance out.
But, no.
All the time you were wagging your finger at me, you had your own dirty little secrets.
(SNIFFS) That's what kills me.
I never meant to hurt you.
I'm sorry.
The first thing I knew about Dee being mine was when I clocked Alyah was his mam and did some maths.
I could never have kept him a secret from you.
You have to believe that.
And I'm truly, truly sorry.
I'll send our kid for my stuff.
You don't get to walk away after causing all this shit! I tell you to fuck off if this isn't working out.
Which it will.
Thanks, Kelly.
I'll take Stella.
You owe me a drink.
You owe me a lot of drinks.
Lots.
Lip, he's a great dad.
I've even got one with ginger hair too.
Actually, he is fuck all to do with me.
But what I'm saying is that you can't take the blame or the glory for your children's successes or failures.
But you could be at home sharing those successes and failures.
And ginger's a recessive gene, by the way.
(CHUCKLES) You're a decent man, Isaac.
I might not know my arse from my elbow most of the time, but I've got good antennae when it comes to human nature.
You're a good man.
Wait.
This isn't much, but it might help ease your burden.
If you're not worrying about putting food on the table, maybe it'll give you the time to rediscover and enjoy what's important.
KNOCKING AT DOOR Can I play drums at the reception? My drums.
Can I play 'em at Letitia's wedding reception? Leave yous to it.
You've got a lot to discuss.
You light a cigarette on a candle, a sailor dies.
Oh, well, my vote's Captain Birdseye, then.
He got younger and his face changed.
Mimi, another.
Face, or pint? Money.
This'll do.
£60 quid? It's worth ten times more than that.
You know it and I know it.
How dare you call me a cheat? Lend us a tenner, Carl.
Fuck off.
Ill buy you one.
And then Ill sell this tomorrow and well all be rich.
Clue, Mimi? You're a lying twat.
Nick Clegg.
You are so fuckin' cheating! Look, I cant do this much longer, Dad.
Huh? Look after a kid, run the house, cook, clean.
It was different when we was all at home.
Yeah, talk anon.
Just going for a quick gypsy's.
You, me.
Rematch tonight.
Should learn when to walk away.
Don't you want to win your dignity back? Come on, Jamie.
Don't come crying to me when you're lip-locked with Lillian.
All right, and don't you back down at paying up when you lose.
Swear.
I want your word.
All right, you've got it.
Carl! Stella! Quick! What's happened? What's wrong? Don't panic.
We've got to get her to hospital.
Ambulance is here.
We have to go now.
I'll tell your dad.
Frank, Stella's on the way to the Hospital.
I know.
I heard it first time.
Best place for her, then.
You're not going? She's poxed up.
I could catch it.
Then I'd be no use to anyone, would I? And we couldn't have that, could we? Straight to voice mail.
They can't get married.
They're too young.
They're brother and sister.
DOOR SHUTS You're not invited.
To the wedding that won't be allowed to happen? See, I don't want my son being born out of wedlock.
BANJO PLAYING AND BABY CRYING Yee-ha! WHIP CRACKS You can't keep it.
My mam said that'd be the first thing that came out your mouth.
Dee.
I'm sorry I wasn't there for you Implying I've missed out on something? I've done fine without you, thanks very much.
Straight As, and I've got uni on the horizon.
I don't smoke, take drugs Oh, unless I get spiked by my biological father, of course.
I was trying to protect you.
You were denying my existence.
No.
If anything had happened between me and Kelly, you'd have told Letitia and she'd have binned me.
Wouldn't you? You'd have allowed me to walk out your life.
Never said a word to Tish.
Or her mum.
Wouldn't you? You're not sorry you was never there for me.
You're just sorry you found me.
Don't say that.
I'm sorry you found me.
Look at what's happened since you did.
That poor kid.
She's pregnant and were gonna look after it! I'm not pregnant.
Then why lie? That's rich coming from you.
We haven't even slept together.
But I saw you two sha Kissing.
You saw us kissing.
I did tell you.
You need to get your mind out of the gutter, Mr Powell.
DOOR SHUTS CAR ALARM WAILS See you round, yeah? Hope so.
Never had a brother before.
Dee? You're welcome round here any time.
Thanks.
Don't think that would do anyone much good, though, do you? MUSIC PLAYING I'll put you in the hospital if you don't go and see how your daughter is! Carl's rang four times! All right.
But I hope you're aware of the risk I'm running.
Could finish me off if I'm infected.
We can but hope.
This gold party's a great idea of yours.
(SIGHS) I'm not kissing Frank.
I'm not inserting anything.
I'm not doing any shit with melons.
Apart from that, do your worst.
Looks like I'm kissing my mam or you.
True, dare, kiss, command.
And promise.
Is it true that you like it when I do this? Mm-hm.
I dare you to unzip.
Mam.
Maguire word count for nothing, then? Now.
Kiss.
Are you ready for your command? Mm-hm.
I command you, give me my pub back.
What? Sign back the right of attorney that you took from me when I was ill.
(GRUNTS) Go away.
Bad enough that you stole it in the first place.
A fucking outrage that you kept hold of it, forcing me to resort to this stupid fucking game to even get you to talk about it.
What what does it matter? You gave your word.
The pub is mine (GROANS) and until you swear you'll return it you ain't getting your bollocks back.
Stella.
Stell TOY SQUEAKS Stella.
BABIES CRYING Stella.
Can you hear me? Get him away from the kids.
No, I I'm just trying to see my daughter! Stella Gallagher.
Just All right! Just just tell me that she's OK, yeah? You're too late, she's gone.
She only had chickenpox! (ISAAC) The sins of the father are visited on the children, Frank! The sins of the father are visited on the children, Frank! (SOBS) I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
(HE SOBS) (SOBBING) Where the fuck were you? I know.
I know.
If I could turn back the clock Oh, fuck off.
Oh! You're a selfish self-centred piece of shit.
All you do, all you've ever done, is fuck people over, your family, your own kids.
I needed you.
Stella needed you.
I've had it, Dad.
I've had it.
You know if if I could turn back the clock and do a deal with God to put it right, I would! You been on the gin? Always like this when he's been on the gin.
A sentimental maudlin twat.
It's God's judgment.
My penance for my sins is to live with her death on my conscience, until the day I'm called to answer for it.
And that's right.
All your fault.
Don't know how you live with yourself.
BABY CRYING Fuck's sake, Stella.
We had him on the ropes, then.
She's alive? Stella's alive? Temperature spiked.
She had a fit.
Doctor said she's fine now.
BABY CRYING She's alive! She's alive! She's (JACKSON) A mate of mine said I should write my dad a letter.
Sort all the shit out before he died.
Cos if I didn't, I'd regret it.
Not long after, I passed my dad in the street.
For less than a second, we looked at each other.
Then we both looked away like we were complete strangers.
He'd let me go.
When you have your own, you realise how hard that is.
I know now that every shitty comment or put-down my dad made was cos he loved me.
He couldn't help himself, cos he was terrified I'd fuck my life up like he had.
But it don't make it right, cos that's the same excuse those nutters make who kill their kids before topping themselves.
"I did it because I loved 'em.
" If you're that fucked up, do em a favour and get out of the way.
Cos as hard as it is, if you wanna be part of their lives, you've got one option.
That's to stand on the sidelines, and cheer them on.
Where there is darkness, I shall bring the light.
Jesus is doing no harm.
Marty?! Not like some perv's buying you a plant as a thank you for trying to fuck you.
Wasn't a perv, it was Marty.
It's an orgy! I've got more buying.
I couldn't get a punter past the God squad.
Got another poster? It's just for college.
What do we do? Go round there and we nail 'em.
Kill Jesus? I can't call that off.
You can't call it off, but I can! Nice try!