"Grace wouldn't be dead if you hadn't been fucking Matty and every boy you get your hands on." "What about little bummer boy?" "He's away." "Oh, so now you're back in my life." "Is that how it works?" "'We'll go places with your baby, Mini,' and then she'll know how much you love her." "You can't fix yourself by fixing this." "I came back for her, Nick." "You were dumped fucking months ago." "I'm not the one who got it all wrong, little brother." "Nick!" "You're going to be an auntie, Gracie." "Dad." "Dad!" "Franky, you home, darling?" "'The weather's about to turn 'and all the bronzed babes are gagging to hit the beach." "'Summer's round the corner." "'Here's Heat's top tips to help you sizzle in the sunshine." "'Better get out there quick." "'Won't last long.'" "Hear that, Mins?" "You've got to get better." "Before the rain comes." "Do you mind?" "Not if you roll me one too." "You didn't choose a great night to run away." "I didn't exactly plan it, did I?" "No point in planning anything, if you ask me." "Why?" "Everything happens for a reason, in my opinion." "Sounds like hippy bullshit, in my opinion." "So, where you running to?" "Is there someone out there?" "No, there's not." "I bet there is cos there's always a silver lining." "'This is Franky." "I'm not here right now." "'Leave me a message and I'll call you back.'" "She's in trouble." "We aren't going to do anything." "She's my girlfriend." "Matty, she's been into me for months." "You can't change that." "She's been fucking you for months." "There's a difference." "Back off, Matty." "Not until she's told me." "Told you what?" "That she doesn't love me." "Fine." "We'll go and find her." "How exactly?" "You can track her?" "I registered her phone to my account." "OK." "Where are you going?" "Birmingham." "What?" "You're Mavis Williams." "I'm Franky Fitzgerald." "I was adopted five years ago." "You were my social worker." "I don't remember you." "Yes, you do." "I'm looking for my mum." "You know, I hated it when you visited." "My foster parents would spend hours ripping all the knots out of my hair and filling it with sparkly bows to try and make me look happy." "You were so pretty." "Are you going to help me find my mum?" "It's against the rules." "Fuck the rules." "You loved me and then you just fucked off." "They reassigned me." "I had no choice." "You owe me." "If I had kept anything in my files to make sure... to make sure you'd be all right," "I couldn't be the one to show you." "I have to go to the bathroom." "My bladder." "It isn't what it was." "There's a glittery gold dress here with your name written all over it." "It's low cut to suit your new rack." "Hey!" "Um..." "Shelley called me." "OK, cool." "Coolio." "Cool beans." "Big shopping list?" "Yeah." "How am I meant to apologise when she won't even talk to me?" "Probably best just to wait for a bit really." "Tell her I was here, and that I hope she feels better." "Yeah, I will." "Hello?" "Almost..." "What the fuck are we doing?" "Hello?" "Who's here?" "Don't hit me." "Jesus." "What you doing in my house?" "It was my mum's house..." "Her name is Maria Townsend..." "Do you know where she is?" "Oh, my God..." "Oh, Christ!" "Who are you?" "Don't you remember me, Franky?" "You're my sister..." "Well, do you remember me?" "I came home from school one day, you weren't here any more..." "I don't really know what happened." "You don't know what happened?" "I was eight, Franky." "I asked, later on, but she never spoke about it." "Well, she's going to have to speak about it now." "No, I don't think so." "She's dead." "I'm sorry?" "Shit." "I shouldn't have just..." "She died, Franky." "A while ago." "Why?" "What did she...?" "What do you think?" "She had too much shit in her life." "She was crap." "I have to sell this house, but nobody wants it." "So I come her and I sit." "It reminds me not to fuck up." "Do you want to come in?" "Do you live here by yourself?" "Uh-huh." "There's a spare bedroom through there, but it's more of a cupboard really." "Why didn't you come and find me?" "Why?" "You were adopted." "You had a peachy little life going on." "How do you know that?" "We're better of without her." "All she did was hurt people..." "Did she hurt you too, Clara?" "Don't!" "OK!" "I don't know you." "Yes you do." "You know me better than anyone in this world." "I just don't remember, which is hardly fair." "Fair!" "So, I need some stuff from you." "All right?" "Fine." "What would you like to know?" "The smell of her vomit after a three day bender?" "Or the times I'd come home from school to find her passed out, coked off her head with my piggy bank empty?" "All the meaningless sorrys and shit promises?" "How can I help you here!" "?" "Maybe you should've looked after her better!" "I'm sorry." "This was a mistake." "Wasn't it?" "No." "I have to go to work." "Do what you want, freshen up before you go." "Please." "Let's not do this too ourselves." "Neither of us can take it." "Clara." "'Franky?" "'" "How did you find me?" "'I tracked your phone." "OK?" "I'm sorry.'" "What's he doing here?" "'We need to decide some stuff Franks." "'You can't run away from this.'" "Fuck." "Franky!" "Franky!" "Franky!" "No silver lining?" "Feeling better?" "Yeah, I suppose." "I didn't dream it all, did I?" "In my experience girl." "You've almost never dreamed it." "What the fuck?" "Why are we..." "Why the fuck are we here?" "Woah, woah, calm down there." "I never told you to bring me here!" "Where else was I going to take you?" "I drive between Birmingham and Bristol." "That's the deal." "I want to get out." "Let me out." "Whatever it is girl." "You cannot run away from it for ever." "Yeah?" "FUCKING watch me!" "Ah, fucking hell." "What's your name?" "Franky." "How is she?" "Bit late for that, isn't it?" "I really need to speak to her." "No, you need to speak to Nick and Matty." "You know, the boys you've been mugging off since last summer?" "What, so I need you permission to be here, do I?" "Listen, you sarky bitch." "Just because your life's fucked up, it doesn't give you the right to fuck up everyone else's." "I didn't ask anybody to fall in love me." "No, but you let them, didn't you Franky?" "And then you pissed off." "As you do." "Oh, give it a rest, you drama queen." "You've been fucking everyone over all year." "Stop it, Liv." "She's crying." "How long have you been awake?" "I'm having a baby, Liv." "It doesn't matter who fucks who over." "Don't you understand." "Grace would still be here if she hadn't..." "Being a bitch doesn't help us." "Tell HER that." "The moment I met you, I knew you'd be trouble." "You're need to sort your shit out there, Franks, before our lives change, and we're not together any more." "Morning, chick." "What you doing home?" "I'm not really home, am I?" "Hey, moody, what's up?" "What am I meant to do without you?" "Just fuck off, Thailand." "Fuck off the lady boys, and ping pong shows and full moon parties." "Stay here." "With me." "I can't do that, babe." "Well, fuck off then." "Bit melodramatic." "Well I can't stay here any more, can I?" "Where you going to go?" "Fuck knows." "I don't belong anywhere." "Well... take me to uni with you, then." "Smuggle me in." "If I go." "If I get the grades." "If I get a grant." "If you grow some balls?" "And what if they don't want me?" "I've got no best friend, no boyfriend and now, no you." "That was the beautiful thing about Grace, no matter what you did, she'd always be your friend." "Hey, hey, no tears, Malone." "All right?" "We've still got one big blow-out and my send-offs are nothing but epic." "I can't be bothered with tonight." "I'm not coming." "What?" "!" "You can't bail." "You're my date." "No, Alex, I'm just a fag hag." "You're so much more than that, Liv..." "You're my sexy fag bangle." "Bastard!" "It will be OK, Liv." "No, it won't." "Yes, it will." "No, it won't." "It will." "Fuck off, Alex." "Oh, man." "Whoo!" "Hey, buddy, I bought you beer." "Cheers." "Buddy." "So..." "I need a favour." "You want me to harbour a known criminal?" "I'm not a criminal." "You fucking are." "I need you to look after him, cos I fucking hate the guy, but he's got nowhere to go and Dad's getting suspicious." "I have never been more grateful to be an only child." "Please, Rich." "Do it for me." "I am here, you know." "Shut up Matty." "Yeah." "Stay." "My parents aren't back for a week." "Thanks, dude, I really appreciate it." "Don't we, Matty?" "Hey, hello!" "Yay, Alo's here." "Bitches." "How are we all today?" "Cool." "Just popped in to drop your ticket off for Alex's shindig tonight." "He said ours are free cos, you know, we're amazeballs." "Erm, me and the wifey are going to have to bail." "No, you said she was fine?" "Yeah, but a pool party full of smash heads is no place for my unborn baby." "But it's our leaving party." "Yeah, but I'm not leaving though." "I'm having a baby." "I'm having a fucking baby!" "How batshit crazy is that?" "Nick, here's yours, plus one." "You're not welcome." "What, again?" "Fuck's sake!" "Chill out, man." "Why does he do that?" "Right." "Looks like it's just me and you." "You want a spliff?" "Thanks for this." "And sorry, Rich..." "I should have stayed with her." "I'm really sorry." "It's OK." "Grace says it's cool." "Grace says what?" "She says just forget it." "But I don't..." "She's here all the time." "Fancy a beer?" "'Hello...?" "'" "Stupid bitch shouldn't go down there..." "Nope." "'Who's there?" "Grandpa Joe, is that you?" "'" "Now they're going to jump her naked ass, hang her upside down and drain her blood." "Ooh, God!" "Oh, yeah." "Oh, yeah, yeah." "Well, you know, who wants a party when we can watch some well choreographed torture instead?" "Ladies, I've got good news." "Your Fairy Gynaecologist has said that you can go to the ball." "Farmboy..." "For one hour." "No drugs, no dancing, no blackberry shots." "Just love, sweet love." "Thank you." "Your mum said this one was your favourite." "Aww..." "But I thought, you know, just as a back-up, I'd bring this." "Yeah, that's not bad, Biggus Dickus." "Are you coming, Franks?" "Fucker, open!" "For Chrissakes, Franky." "Stop running away from it." "You look like a right old disaster." "Tell me what to do, Gracie." "Life's fragile, Franky, you need to stop running, or you're never really living at all." "OK?" "Just stop being a crazy bitch." "Just be Franky." "Tell the truth and all will be hunky dory." "Do it now..." " Franky?" " Franky, we need to talk to you." "No." "Fucking stop!" "You want the truth, right?" "Yeah, that would be good, Franks." "I love you... both." "I know that I made some mistakes." "Matty, you have things you need to do." "I'm not ready." "You don't need me to tell you how to stop fucking up your life." "And Nick... you can't fix me." "I know." "I can't help it, Franks." "Can we not sort something out here?" "Everything's coming to an end." "And it's fucking scary." "We're all going to have to leave somehow." "Don't end it with us." "Please." "I'm just the way for you to love each other." "Aren't we going after her?" "Sit down, you twat." "Let's get fucked." "Nick, I..." "Yeah?" "Have I ever told you I love you?" "Every day, mate." "Every day since we were born." "It's nice drive down here." "Your dad says I should do it more often." "Bit early." "Didn't realise you were such lightweights in Bristol." "I just wanted to know why." "Why she gave me up." "What is it that's wrong with me?" "It's all right." "Everything's going to be all right." "I promise." "Everything's going to be all right." "Better get back to the missus, man." "Yeah, man." "I got no problem with that." "No?" "No." "I think she fucking loves me." "How bad can it be?" "We did it, Alo." "We got there." "We lost our virginities... fell in love... and actually had a pretty damn good time." "That we did." "That we did." "Breakfast?" "Here's to our last night of freedom." "Here we are again... sitting on a rank floor, danced out, with blisters on our feet." "I thought you were only supposed to stay for one hour at this party?" "I never do what I'm told." "Some things never change." "I'm fucking terrified." "It's fine, I'm terrified too." "But I'm not going anywhere." "I'm like shit on your stiletto." "Ah, ya bastard!" "Fuck." "Fucking hell." "Yo, Creevey, Minnie needs you, mate." "OK." "Go." "I'll come and see you soon, yeah?" "Cool." "Oh, and this..." "It's OK." "No, I stole it." "I'm sorry." "Will you come with me?" "Now." "Why...?" "I said something to you that wasn't true." "About Mum." "She was never cremated when it happened." "That's not what I did." "I didn't want you to have her." "That's OK, Clara." "I could take you to where I put her." "Where she ended up." "Do you want to come?" "Dad?" "Anything, Franky." "You know that." "Bye."