"Er, hi." "I want to arrange an appointment." "Where you at?" "44 Hillingdon Drive." "All right." "Ten minutes." "One thing I've learnt is that you should never look back." "The past is dead and buried." "You get nothing from living there." "It's all about today." "But I've been having these dreams." "In them, nothing's real." "Nothing's solid, everything's fantasy." "Fucked." "An illusion." "In these dreams, I'm a life that's already gone by." "Get in, mate..." "Today means nothing." "What you after...?" "Today is just a ghost that's haunting me." "Ugh!" "Agh!" "You really are fucking stupid, aren't you?" "Eh?" "Yeah?" " 'Yeah, you got something for me?" "'" " Same spot, mate." "I'm at the end of the world, on the edge of things, and I think about letting go." "Hey, gorgeous." "Got some sweeties for me?" "I think about falling." "My name is James Cook." "I did something once." "My ghosts won't let me forget it." "I told you not to come here." "I'm not fucking ya, so either buy some petrol or fuck off." "What, so I'm a fucking crack whore now?" "I'm not fucking ya." "I'm not fucking ya." "Ah!" "Ah, yeah!" "Oh!" "Ems..." "I need somewhere to stay." "Ah, come on, man." "When are you going to get your own place?" "What's the point?" "The point is, we don't live together." "I'm just a bit sick of sleeping in me car, that's all." "I'll be home in four hours." "You can stay, yeah, until I get back." "All right." "Cheers." "Cheeky cunt." "♪ Ba-doo ba-bow!" "♪" "Bop!" "Bop!" "Ha-ha-ha!" "Cook, man, what's happening?" " How many so far?" " Three." "Oof!" "Eight, man." "Eight!" "Got nearly a G in the bank already." "You need to start playing catch-up, kid!" "Right, get to it, then, lad." "The night is young and so are we." "Look after yourself, lad." "Once you run, you get used to being scared." "I don't even notice it any more." "A background hum." "But sometimes it gets loud, like someone's turned the volume right up." "You've got to feel it, really feel it." "Accept it." "And then it's just noise again." " But you'll never stop hearing it." " Not ever." "Police!" "Wake up!" "Oh... fuck's sake!" "All right, I'm up!" "I'm up." "Fucking 'ell." "Hiya." "I've told you, you don't need to double-lock." "What do you think's going to happen?" "You look like shit." "Yeah, it's early, innit?" "You got to go, Cook." "I need to sleep." "Yeah, I know, I know, I know." "All right." "I'm off." "Do I at least get a kiss?" "No, Cook, you got to go." "All right." "All right, guys?" "What you after?" " Er, what do we want again?" " I want one, yeah." "No, you want two, I want one." "Right, and I want two, so that's..." "That maths GCSE paying off, Susie?" "!" "Oh, fuck off, Norman." "Erm, four, please." "I actually think I've only got enough for... one." "Oh, my God, why do you have to make everything so complicated?" " I'm not making this complicated." " Yeah, you are." "You're being an idiot." "I'm trying..." "I've got enough for one!" "Guys, guys, whoa, whoa, whoa!" "Hey, hey!" "How much have you got?" "Thank you." "Ta." "OK, so you've got enough for one..." "Four and three-quarters." "Good maths!" "But I..." "I don't do quarters, so..." "You look after that, sweetheart." "And them." " Cheers." "All right, you happy?" " Yeah." "You guys, you happy?" " Yeah, thanks." " All right, piss off, then." "Fucking kids." "One... two... three... four... five..." " Ey up, Louie." " 'Cook, where you at, man?" "'" "Just in the park, mate, on some gym shit." "'Pumping iron, yeah?" "!" "Listen, d'you reckon you could come round?" "'" "Yeah, all right." "'Awesome." "Could you pick up some stuff on the way?" "'" "Stuff?" "You mean stuff-stuff?" "'I mean eggs, bacon, milk, bread." "For breakfast.'" "Ah, OK." "Yeah, all right." "'Get a receipt, yeah?" "'" "All right, mate." "Ah, fuck you!" "Fuck you!" "Fuck you!" "Fuck you!" "Ah, fuck!" "Ah, fuck it." "Louie..." "Cook man!" "Good to see ya!" "Ah, yeah." "How's it diddling, buddy?" "You all right?" "Did you bring the bacon?" "This guy..." "Straight down the line, no fucking about." "Right, Cooko?" "Right." "Well, I could def go for full English." "Rob, d'you mind doing the honours?" "Yeah, yeah." "Give it here, Cook, mate." "Aye." "Ah, shit." "Erm..." "Right, listen." "My girlfriend's coming back from Newport any second - you've got to skedaddle." "OK?" "Thank you very much." "Bye!" "All right, Jesus!" "Sit down." "Speakin' of the fairer sex, Cooko, I need a favour off you." "Yeah?" "Yeah, well, the thing is, I'm well busy ATM, with the party imminent and whatnot, and the missus, she needs someone to drive her about the next day or so." "We're buying a house, see, and she's got viewings and whatever and all that other girlie shit." "What about my rounds?" "Ah, Jason's got that covered." "You can miss a day." "So..." " you got my back?" " Yeah, I got you, Louie." "Whatever you want." "My boy!" "So fucking straight!" "Down the line!" "Straight." "No fucking about." "Bam!" "That's you." "Ah, it's the girl herself!" "You all right, Charlie?" "That is the last time - the last time " "I am going to fucking Wales, you hear me?" "Newport is a fucking shit hole." "I'm telling you, Louie, never again." "All right, all right." "Babe, chill." "Did you get it OK?" "Yeah, yeah." "All in there, same as always." "Cool." "Mmm!" "You did good, darlin'." "Yeah, yeah." "Fuck you." "Thank you." "Newport, eh?" "I don't mind, really." "When you look like I do," "I could be smuggling anthrax cut with Bin Laden's pubes in my vagina - no-one would stop me." "So you're going to be my Driving Miss Daisy?" "Yes, ma'am." "So you'll see immediately that there's lots of space." "Lots of light." "It's massive!" "Right this way." "You can enjoy complete privacy." "Ah, yeah, I can even go skinny-dipping." "Well, yes." "Ah, it's warm!" " Well, it's heated." " How much?" " Sorry?" " For the house, how much?" "Can you give us a moment?" "I just want to talk it through with my boyfriend." "Oh, yes, of course." "Take as much time as you like " "I'll be out in my car when you've finished." "What are you doing?" "Trying before buying it." "Oh, I don't think that you should..." "Whoo!" "Oh, my God!" "It's really fucking awesome!" " You should get in here!" " Nah." "Oh, come on!" "It's warm." "I'm all right." "Oh, Come on." "Have fun for once in your life." "No, man, listen!" "I'm not some fuckin'..." "Just no." "All right." "Jeez." " Turn around." " Hmm?" "I'm wearing lace." "It's wet." "Turn around." " What's with you, Cook?" " What do you mean?" "I..." "Oh, turn around, for fuck's sake." "I want to know what's with you." "No." " No, nothing's with me." " Well, there is." "Something's going on." " What happened to you?" " You think, because I don't want to come swimming with you, that I've got something to hide?" "I'm thinking that, once, you would've jumped in without a second thought." "Right?" "All that down-the-line shit that Louie's going on about... it's bollocks, isn't it?" "It's no good for you, you know." "What?" "What you're doing." "What's this?" "I'm never wrong about this shit, Cook." "Tell me what happened to you." "No." "I know Louie's cheating on me." "I don't care!" "Just drop me here." " Don't you want to go home?" " Nope." "Do me a favour." "Don't tell Louie you dropped me here." "Well, how you going to get home?" "'Yeah, come and get the stuff, mate.'" "Yo, Rob?" "Yo!" " Anyone here?" " Cooko!" "Cooko!" " I'm up here!" " Ey up, Louie." "Welcome to paradise." "So, what d'you think?" "It's a bit of a shithole, mate, innit?" "That it is, my friend," "But just you wait till tomorrow night, you won't know it's the same place." "Pinkie promise." "Come on up!" "Sit down, man." " D'you want a line?" " Nah." "Is Rob around?" "Rob's running an errand, mate." "But..." "I've got your stuff." "No worries." "I'd better get going then, mate." "Hey... d'you want a beer?" "It's cold." "So... how'd you get on with Charlie yesterday?" " Yeah, sound." "Yeah, nice girl." " Yeah, she is, she is." "Yeah." "So, erm, what?" "You looking at houses and shit?" "Yeah, we went to look at this house." "It was nice, mate, you should buy it." "Yeah." "That I might, Cook." "That I might." "What, you, erm, just dropped her off at home after that and...?" "Mm-hmm." "Did you notice anything?" " What d'you mean?" "You know..." " You know what I mean." "With Charlie." "Did you notice anything... funny?" "Nah, nah." "Nothing funny, mate, no." "It's what I like about you, Cook." "Straight down the line, you are." "Right?" "Right." "I'm in love with that girl." "You know, proper like, I love her to pieces." " Y-y-you get what I'm saying?" " Yeah, Louie." "I can't be doing with disloyalty, Cook." "That shit, it... it kills my buzz, it fucking fucks with my circuits, you know what I mean?" "Like..." "Yeah?" "Yeah?" "Course, mate." "Angry, mate, I get, erm..." "I get real fucking angry sometimes." "All right, matey." "See you tomorrow." " Who you, er, who you bringing?" " Emma, my girlfriend." "You're on the guest list, so don't be... don't be queuing, yeah?" "OK, mate, yeah." "Nice one." "I'll see you tomorrow, then." "I'm, er... looking forward to it, mate." "You won't recognise the place, man!" "That's a promise!" "Ah!" " So, what's going on?" " Well..." "You know Charlie?" "Yeah, Louie's chick, nice girl." "She's... hot, right?" "Yeah." "Yeah, well, Louie asked me to drive her around for him for the day, like." " Yeah, and...?" " And..." "I got a weird vibe off her." "Like how?" " Like she was into you?" " Well, yeah." "Well, I don't know." "Maybe." "And then she asked me to drop her off in the middle of nowhere and not tell Louie about it." "What do you reckon to that?" "You're asking me?" "Shit, man, I don't know." "What, so this chick's into you?" "I-I don't know that." "So what?" "You're going to tell Louie that his missus is screwing around and might be into you?" "Nothing happened, right?" "Jesus." "Listen, lad, you didn't see shit and you don't know shit." "Sleeping dogs and all that, OK?" "Look, what he don't know..." "Thanks." " I got to go and pick her up." " In a bit, yeah?" "Yo, it's me." "'This is Louie." "I can't talk." "So... whatever.'" "All right?" "There was a line." "Hey, what am I apologising to you for?" "Fuck, I am fricking starving." "You want a chip?" "No, ta." "Let's go, bitch." "OK, coming right up." "Let's go, motherfucker!" "♪ ..." "A woman to help me through the night" "♪ I've got a real fine love" "♪ Making everything all right" "♪ Always makes me feel good" "♪ Feel good every day... ♪" "What d'you think?" "Nice." ""Nice"?" "That's all you're giving me, nice?" "What's wrong with nice?" "This is a 500-quid, bust-a-nut, fuck-me-hard dress." "It's supposed to be a lot better than nice." "Let's try again, bitch." "Is this a test?" "Yeah, it's a test." "You pay me a compliment in the next five seconds or I cut your knackers off." "Very nice." "OK, OK, you want my opinion?" "Er, yeah." "Right, well, it's a banging dress, you look hot." "But I don't think you should buy it." "Why not?" "Well, I don't know women's clothing or whatever but, to me, that's a dress of someone who's got something to prove." "I'm Louie's girlfriend." "You don't think I've got something to prove?" "Ah, you're already there, trust me." "I'll take it." "You should go easy on that shit." "Yeah, well, if I do enough, it stops." "What stops?" "Everything." "What's happened, Cook?" "Oh, yeah." "Funny day, that's all." "Me boss is throwing a party tonight." "Thought you might want to go." " Go with you?" " Yeah." "Like a date?" "If you want." "Yeah, I'd like that." "'Scuse me." "Just part the way, lads." " Are you looking for someone?" " What?" " I said, are you looking for someone?" " Nah." "What d'you think?" " Yeah, not bad." " Cook!" "Jason, mate." "You made it." " Looking sharp, mate." " Easy." "You, too." "Hello, who is this lovely lady?" "Jason, Emma." "Ooh." "Enchante, Emma." "Mwah!" "Nice to meet you." "Anyway, enjoy." " Cook?" " Yeah?" "He gave us something." "Some kind of bombs." "Oh, fucking Jason, man." "Total player!" "You know what I mean?" "Whoa, whoa!" "You don't know what's in that, yeah?" "Oh, Jesus, you ain't my fucking mum." "It's my night off, so I'm gonna have some fun." "Are you coming?" "Yeah, fuck it." "What was that for?" "Come on, let's dance." "Fucking yes!" "Fucking do it, yeah!" "Yeah!" "Ah, shit." "Oh, bollocks." " You OK?" " Yeah." "What the hell was in that shit?" "I'm fine." "I am tripping my tits off but I'm fine." "Yeah, well..." "Who's that girl?" "What girl?" "You know who I mean." "You kept looking at her." "Oh, don't worry about it." " Who is she?" " I said don't worry about it." "Argh, shit!" "Fucking hell, I've got a splitter." "All right, I'll get you some water." "Wait here." "Agh!" "Ooh..." "Get off me!" "Hey!" "Fuck you!" "Argh!" "Hello?" "Agh!" "Everything OK?" "God, yes!" "Agh!" "Oh, fucking hellfire." "Oh, God!" "Oh!" "Oh!" "Oh, my God!" "Jason!" "Jason, stop!" "There's someone...!" "Fuck." "Jason, stop!" "Shit!" "Cook!" "Yo, Cook, man!" "Hey, it's all right." "The fuck are you doing?" "Stop it!" "Jason, stop it!" "Keep your fucking mouth shut, yeah?" "Leave him!" "Jason, come on, let's go!" "You all right, Cook, man?" "Your fucking mouth shut?" "Better keep your mouth shut, bitch." "Or you're my fucking bitch." "Hear me?" "Come on, let's go." "Come on!" "Ugh..." "Why are you...?" "Oh, my God." "Cook!" "Why are you lying to me?" "Tell me what's going on." "It's nothing, babe." "Are you in trouble?" "Nowt I can't handle." "Well, you don't look like you're handling it that well." "What do you want me to say to you, Em?" "Let's get out of here." "Hm?" "Let's just go." "You got money, right?" "Let's just get in your car and fucking... drive!" "Where?" "Anywhere." "Anywhere." "Let's get out of this shit hole." "Yeah, OK." " OK?" " Yeah." "Let's do it, right now." "OK!" "'I want to see you.'" "'Mulligan Street.'" "'On the corner.'" "Who was that?" "It's nothing, babe." "Don't worry." "Is it that girl?" "The girl from the party?" "For once, yeah, be honest." "Be honest." "Forget it." " Emma..." " No, just fucking... fucking forget it." "I don't know a fucking thing about you." "Who the hell are you?" "Where did you come from?" "Tell me!" "No." "Well, get the fuck out, then." "Let's go." " Where to?" " Just drive." "I'm dead sorry about what happened, Cook." "I didn't want you to get hurt." "Yeah, well, you really know how to pick them, darlin'." "And I've got the fucking broken ribs to prove that." "You need to stop messing about." "Louie's no fucking idiot." "He'll find out." " So just fucking stop." " I don't have to listen to you." " I don't know a fucking thing about you." " I'm serious." "Yeah, well, so am I!" "Who are you?" "You're some kid who came out of nowhere and started telling me what to do." "Why should I listen to you?" "Cos I fucking know about this shit, all right?" "Tell me." "Tell me what happened to you." "What are you running from?" "Tell me." "I killed someone." "Do you regret it?" "It happened." "That's it." "It's all right, Cook." " It's OK." " Yeah." "But you can't keep running for ever." "You've got to be who you are." " Says who?" " Says the universe, Cook." "You're Cook, right?" "So be him." "Be Cook." "No." "Cook's a good guy." "Cook's honest." "Cook's decent." "Stop it!" "Fuck!" "Just... fucking stop it!" "Cook's honourable." "Cook's sexy." "Be sexy for me, Cook." "Come on." "For me." "Be Cook... for me." "Oh, fuckin' yeah, go on." "Yeah." "Oh..." "leave it!" "Leave it." "Ah, yeah." "Go on, then." "Oh, God, leave it!" "Fuck!" "Hey, Cooko!" "I need a hand." "Oi." "Yeah?" "Yeah, go on, Louie." "Wha... what's up?" "I need you to pick up Charlie and come round here." "Yeah." "Yeah, sure." "Sure." "Where's here?" "The new house, mate!" "I bought that shit." "Come on over, we're having a proper mitzvah." "OK." "OK, yeah." "Yeah, I'll..." "I'll get Charlie, I'll be right over." "See you, bruva." "Shit." " We gotta go." " OK." "Cooko!" "Charlotte!" " Sweetie." " All right, mate?" "What happened to your face, man?" "Oh, it's nothing, I just got beat down, mate." "I'm sound." "Well, grab a beer, take it easy." "Sit down." "You're all right, mate." "Here y'are." "So..." "Thank you." "What do you think of our new home?" "Mm." "It is pretty fucking P-I-M-P, boss." "That it is." "But... it's more than that, yeah?" "It's... it's a house to grow old in." "It's a... it's a house to have... kids in?" "Right, baby?" " Yeah." " You like?" "Yeah, Lou, I told you, I love it." "What else do you love?" "I love you, Louie." "Yeah?" "Then why are you fucking one of my mates, then?" "What?" "I know what's going on." " Mm?" "Mm-hmm." " I don't have to take this shit." "Call me when you want to apologise, yeah, Louie?" "Charlotte... sit the fuck down." "Louie..." "Shut the fuck up, Cook." "Now, everyone chill." "Chill." "Nothing is fucked that can't be fixed, at least that's what I think." "We can all go on the same way... it always was." "Right?" "Rob?" "Yeah." "Right, mate." "I'm just gonna, um... yeah, I'm just gonna... subtract one thing." "Streamline my operation, like." "Mm." "Rob?" "Mate." "Get up." "What the fuck is this, man?" "Fuckin'..." "What the fuck?" "!" " Get the fuck off me!" " You think I wouldn't find out?" " Ah, fuckin' hell!" " I'm fucking Louie!" "Get the fuck off me!" "You don't get that shit past me, motherfucker." "I haven't done fuck all!" "Fuck you!" "No!" "No, fuck off!" "Ah!" "Ah!" "Get the fuck off me!" "You fucked my girl, Jason." "I can't be letting you get away with that." "He's dying, Louie." "Yeah." "I know." "It's fucked up, innit?" "Hm?" "What have you got to say for yourself?" "Didn't think so." "BOTTLE TOP POPS Done, mate." "Fuck." "Oh, dear." "Oh, fuck." "Whoo!" "Shit." "Unh!" "Sorry, mate." "Sorry." "Fuck." "Come on." "Clean up this mess." " We've gotta go." "What?" " Pack your shit." "Come on!" "We've gotta go, man." "Cook... what's going on?" "Cook!" "What's going on?" "Cook?" "Listen, listen, listen, listen." "You wanted me to be honest with you." "I'm being honest with you now." "We've got to get the fuck out of here." "Just like we said, fuck off out of town." "You tell me everything." "Yeah, I will, I promise." "We just gotta get moving, OK?" " OK." " Come on." " Yeah?" " 'Cook, you got to help me.'" " 'I'm so scared, please...'" " Who is it?" " 'Please come, Cook." "Come to me, please.'" " Where are you?" "'I'm at the bus station.'" "'I don't know what to do.'" "'Cook?" "'" "OK." "What you doing?" "Cook?" "Cook, where you going?" "Cook?" "Cook, don't go back." "Cook!" "Don't go back!" " Is it safe here?" " I think so." " Emma?" "What on earth are you doing here?" " Hi, Mum." "Did you fuck him?" "Fight for me, don't just..." "lie down." "Where's the gun?" "Cook?" "You broke my heart, babe." "Snap, fuckin' snap." "How long do we have to go on?" "Till it's finished."