"All right?" "How you doing?" "You all right?" "You having a party?" "No, we're having dinner." "And a small rum as well for afters." "How are your boys getting on?" "Costing me a fortune, Jimmy." "Big men now, innit?" "Nah, still little boys to me." "Cheers." "You going to be all right with that?" "Yeah." "Cheers." "There you go." "See you later." "Take care." "Bye." "That's how it is." "Thought I told you to keep an eye on this veg!" "Nah, nah, today." "Fucking useless." "It's obviously a text from someone you don't know!" "Doesn't matter!" "It is someone that I know, he's a friend of mine." "Well, it does because...!" "It doesn't, it doesn't matter!" "So what is it?" "I don't give a shit if he's from work!" "Dean, stop it!" "I fucking won't!" "Ow!" "Trace, I'm sorry." "Trace!" "I'm going to go now, Carol." "Go?" "Dinner's almost ready, babe." "I thought you were here for the night, I've got drink and stuff." "Sorry." "I've got to do something for my mum." "All right, love." "I don't care." "I really, really don't." "Back in a bit." "Give her some space, yeah?" "All right, listen." "I'm going to have to speak to you soon, all right?" "Don't be too long, dinner's almost ready." "I ain't eating in there." "TV's not even working properly." "See you later, Mum." "Yeah, keep an eye on him, sweetheart." "Terry, up!" "Get yourself down the training centre." "Dean, up!" "Oi!" "Mum, it's closed." "What?" "They shut the place down." "When?" "You never told me." "I did." "Well, it's no excuse for you to go lazing round the house with him." "I'm not lazing about." "Went to the Jobcentre, there's nothing there." "What else do you want me to do?" "Don't forget to tell Tracy about tomorrow night." "I need my roots doing." "Mum?" "Was going to ask... is it still all right to lend that score?" "I'll give it back." "All right, all right." "I don't want a sob story." "I want it back, soon as." "Little fuckers." "Carol!" "Davina, they're probably still in bed now." "I'm sure they'll find something to do." "Yeah, eat me out of house and home, asking for new this, new that." "And who's paying for it?" "Certainly not that cunt." "When was the last time you spoke to him?" "Fuck knows." "However long it's been ain't been long enough." "Hi, Carol." "Hi, y'all right?" "Told her, yeah?" "Yeah, man." "I said we were outside." "What, is he in there with her?" "I don't know, I don't know what he looks like." "Fuck's sake." "Trace!" "Dean, go away!" "Trace!" "Dean, just leave me alone!" "Did you leave mine to go to his, yeah?" "!" "Two dicks in one night?" "!" "Just go home!" "No, Trace!" "I'm not talking to you!" "Trace, I want to fucking talk to you now!" "Why are you walking off for?" "!" "Please, let's just leave it!" "Just chat to him, Tracy, man!" "Shut up, Terry!" "Talk to your girl!" "Ow, urgh!" "You're hurting me!" "Dean, you're hurting me!" "You're pulling my hair!" "I know what I'm fucking doing, Tracy, I don't give a shit!" "The fuck's he looking at?" "!" "What?" "!" "Odwal sie." "What the fuck kind of language is that?" "!" "Oi!" "Urgh!" "Dean!" "Go on, Dean!" "Kick his fucking head in!" "Dean!" "Stop it!" "Urgh!" "Dean!" "Dean, please!" "Dean!" "Urgh!" "Urgh!" "Dean!" "Fucking have it!" "Stop it!" "This is your fault, Tracy!" "Your fucking fault!" "Come here!" "Fucking prick!" "Pick up his shit, quick." "What's going on 'ere?" "Wait!" "Oh, fuck's sake!" "Fucking arsehole." "All right, Trace?" "Trace?" "Yeah." "You all right?" "Yeah, you still coming over later?" "My hair's in a terrible state." "I'm not sure, Carol." "You all right?" "Yeah." "I can't really stop, but I'll see you soon, yeah?" "Bye, Carol." "Bye, love." "All right, Mum?" "All right." "Right, yeah?" "Oh, man, flatscreen." "You went all out, Mum." "Nice." "It means we can all eat dinner in here together, now." "Yeah." "Here y'are." "Ah!" "What is that?" "It's curry." "Why is it all green?" "It's meant to be like that, one of them 30 minute things from that Jamie Oliver book." "It's saag." "Nah, nah, you're all right, thanks." "Cheeky little..." "Give me that." "Here you are, Mum." "What's that?" "That score we owed." "Going to go spark a zoot." "You comin'?" "I'm on it." "Here, what about..." "All right, well, I'm going to go out then." "What's this?" "A couple of guys took the piss at the Canterbury last night." "What happened?" "Well, what do you think?" "Oi!" "They were tryin' it." "Who were they?" "Just some idiots." "Mum, man, move." "Whatever happened," "I don't want you bringing that crap to my house, all right?" "All right." "All right." "Don't let that curry go to waste, put it in the fridge or something." "But Terry said it was green." "It's meant to be..." "See you later." "I've overdone it, ain't I?" "What you talking about?" "Mutton dressed as lamb." "Don't be silly." "I'll go home and change." "You won't." "Go on." "You going to finish it?" "No, I'm not." "I've got a pack of 20." "Moneybags!" "♪ You were having the time of your life" "♪ Think twice" "♪ That's my only advice" "♪ I think you're crazy" "♪ I think you're crazy" "♪ Just like me-e-e" "♪ O-o-ohh!" "♪" "♪ I see your true colours shining through" "♪ I see your true colours" "♪ And that's why I love you" "♪ So don't be afraid" "♪ To let them show" "♪ Your true colours" "♪ True colours" "♪ Are beautiful... ♪" "Ready?" "♪ Like a rainbow. ♪" "Oooh, hello!" "Who have you got your eye on?" "Don't wait up, Dee!" "Mmhmm." "What you getting me, then?" "No point beating around the bush." "I'm Carol." "What's wrong?" "No, I know who you are." "Have we met before?" "I've got to guess, do I?" "You're off-limits." "Who says?" "Your old man." "He's not here, is he?" "No." "We're not together, you know." "Listen, you're still off-limits." "I'm just going to..." "Have you heard about that guy down there?" "Yeah, I saw something today." "What happened?" "Don't know." "He's dead, though." "Got beat to death." "Yeah?" "Is he from the estate?" "No-one knows who he is, can you believe that?" "Coppers don't even care." "Probably sitting around doing fuck all." "Them dickheads ain't even started my cousin's inquest yet." "Dickheads." "When'd it happen?" "I don't know." "Last night, I think." "Come on, Carol, it's freezing." "These shoes are killing me." "Need phone." "These are all right." "I'll do them for 50 each." "I can't get the same thing all the time." "Need phone!" "These are all I've got, love." "All right, wait a sec." "You around on Tuesday?" "Yes." "All right, meet me four o'clock on Tuesday, I'll have some more phones." "Yes." "Prima fucking donna." "What the fuck...?" "Oi!" "Where's the new TV?" "!" "Just a second." "In a fucking second!" "Mrs Wheeler?" "CID." "I'm DC Burgess, this is DC Holt." "It's Miss Elliott, actually." "I never married him." "We're actually looking for your sons, Dean and Terry Wheeler." "They're not here." "Any idea where they might be?" "Why?" "We just wanted a quick chat, Mrs Wheeler." "It's Elliott." "Anyone else home?" "Yeah, my fancy man." "So, you seen them?" "I hope not, I don't want them kicking off, do I?" "Why you looking for 'em?" "Like we say, we just want a quick chat." "You're standing outside my house and you can't even tell me why?" "Do you know when they're due back?" "They're not on a curfew." "They're grown men." "They're teenagers, Miss Elliott." "You've got fucking cheek, in't ya?" "There's no need to swear." "Do you know what, I've had enough of this." "Move your foot." "Move your foot!" "Calm down, Miss Elliott." "Take my card..." "You can shove that, coming round here pointing fingers." "They ain't done nothing!" "Never said they did." "Move your fucking foot!" "What the fuck are CID doing at my door?" "!" "Don't know." "It's about that fight at the Canterbury." "The guy was taking the piss, I told you it was nothing." "You said it was a COUPLE of guys." "Look, Mum, it's cool." "It's probably just a mix-up..." "Stop fucking about!" "Someone must've brought our names up!" "You know what the area's like!" "I do NOT want to see them here again, d'you hear me?" "All right, Mum." "Sorry." "Mum, we're playing a game!" "Fucking sick and tired of you cunts!" "What you doing 'ere?" "Careful!" "This five-a-day thing really works, you know?" "Well, go on." "Well, that's it." "Every now and again I get a call to go down to the station, but this is different, Kieron." "Have to smoke that outside." "You what?" "I've knocked it on the head and I don't want my sofa stinking." "You serious?" "They've done something." "Like what?" "I don't know." "They're not going to tell me everything, are they?" "What you round 'ere for, then?" "They might talk to you." "I'm not a fucking shoulder to cry on." "You're their dad!" "Yeah, I know that." "What'd you say it like that for?" "It's what happens when you let 'em run wild, Cal." "We need to do something." "We?" "I don't "we" any more." "Perhaps you can stop telling everyone we're still together, then." "What the fuck you just say?" "Kieron..." "Don't do that." "Don't say something and then pretend you never said nothing." "I fucking hate it when people do that." "I didn't come here to talk about us." "I need your help." "Say what you just said." "Oi!" "I'm talking to you." "Where you going?" "I ain't seen you in God knows how long." "This is how you say hello?" "Fucking give us a puff on that, stressing me out." "It's all your fucking..." "All right, be quick, yeah?" "Can I get a cider?" "You all right, Carol?" "Yeah, where you been?" "Sorry I ain't been round." "I've been really busy." "College and work." "I thought you'd left college." "Old bill are after 'em again." "They're always after 'em." "So, you going to tell me, then?" "What do you mean?" "Why they want to speak to 'em." "Maybe we should..." "Some bloke got lairy in here the other night." "What's that got to do with CID?" "What's happened?" "!" "Does Dean know that geezer you just walked in here with?" "We ain't together no more." "Is that what Dean thinks?" "'I was in this bar right here in London, and I was having a chat 'with this lady, and she found out I was a comedian." "'She goes, "Oh, you're a comedian." "Tell me," "' "what do you know about Tommy Cooper?" '" "'He dead.'" "He's loving it." "'She says...'" "All right, Mum?" "'.." "I think it's "He died." '" "Are you all right, Mum?" "Spoke to Tracey." "Fucking bitch." "Why d'you do it?" "The guy was trying it." "But the bloke's dead!" "What did she say?" "That he started it, yeah?" "Cos he did!" "They wouldn't be round here if they didn't have something on ya!" "Did you not hear what I said?" "!" "He's fucking dead!" "He's the one that stuck his fucking nose in!" "All right, d'you know what?" "Fuck this, man." "It was an accident." "Terry, it's your mum." "Call me back as soon as you get this message." "You don't have to tell me where you are," "I just want to know you're safe." "Carol, not here, please." "Carol..." "Trace, I didn't mean what I said the other night about telling Dean." "I didn't mean that." "I just want to find 'em before they do something stupid." "Has he called you yet?" "He tried, but..." "Trace, you're tough, but watch it though." "He puts on the waterworks when he can't get what he wants." "I know." "He said it was my fault." "What happened with that guy." "Was it?" "I dunno." "You'd better get back." "Have you checked with their dad?" "I know he's..." "But he might have seen 'em." "Kieran!" "Do you know how worried I was?" "!" "Where's your dad?" "He's gone to the shop." "Did you tell him?" "What did he say?" "Well, the guy's not even from the estate." "Dad reckons everyone'll forget about it in a coupla weeks, we just got to lie low till then." "Jesus!" "Well, what else do you want us to do?" "!" "It's unbolted, Dad." "I thought you two were meant to be looking at this?" "Eh?" "It's clearing up after ya." "I've come for the boys." "Come here." "Tel, put the shopping away." "Remember when you had 'em?" "Remember what you told me?" "The police ain't going to leave this." "There was nothing on the geezer." "They ain't got a clue who he is." "No name, no nothing." "They ain't come yet, they'll get bored sitting." "What if they don't?" "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it." "You can't have 'em living like this for ever." "They're going to have to talk to 'em." "What?" "!" "They're going to have to talk to them." "What, you want to see 'em locked up?" "That's what'll happen if they don't keep their heads down." "Talking like this." "What's the fucking matter with ya!" "Kieran, a guy is dead for nothing!" "You're fucking serious, ain't ya?" "What are they supposed to do?" "Turn up and asked to get locked away?" "!" "What about Terry?" "He'll get eaten fucking alive in there!" "I know!" "Well hold it together then!" "I can't pretend it ain't happened!" "Well, you'll have to!" "Dad!" "Go back in the kitchen!" "Go on!" "Both of ya!" "All right, all right, well, fuck off then!" "Go on!" "Get out!" "And don't come round here asking me to play happy families again!" "Fucking none of ya!" "Have you seen Trace?" "Are you all right?" "You need to go in, you need to speak to someone." "Maybe if you tell 'em it got out of hand." "That's crazy." "Look, if you tell 'em it was an accident, then..." "Come on, Mum, man." "This has got to stop!" "All of this!" "It's too late for all that." "I need some more fags." "Anybody need anything?" "Can you get a pack of Rizla?" "King-size silvers." "This pasta's taking ages, man." "Turn it higher." "Did you get the Rizla?" "Sit down." "Mum." "Yeah?" "Sit down it's almost ready." "Where?" "Top left." "No salt." "How can we have no salt?" "!" "Get it, Mum." "Mum!" "Shit!" "Open the door now!" "We need to fucking go!" "Let's go!" "This way!" "Open the fucking door!" "Get the fuck off me!" "I've got him!" "Fuck you!" "Come on!" "Argh!" "That's it!" "Come on!" "Mum!" "Let's have it." "Let's have it." "What?" "Oh...!" "Fuck off!" "Come on, my son!" "Get up there!" "Can I have my stuff, please?" "Eh!" "Who do you support?" "Barcelona." "Which team though?" "No team." "My name Ying."