"You know what you're doin' here." "You know which side you're on, you're down here." "Down here." "All that conduit and anything that wants fixing', strip it." "No, it's all here." "All this woodwork, I want all that preserved." "Yeah?" "Yeah." "So, what's covering' up?" "We have to do something there." "Top floor liverpooled it." "Well, just do what ..." "Just cover it all up." "Board it." "So the crux of it is, if you clock on late..." "You'll clock off a bloody sight earlier, right." "You got it?" "Thursday morning's pay day." "It's also sacking' day." "Be warned." "We hire these skips, not for you lot to lean on." "They've gotta be filled." "And while I'm on about it..." "I trust none of you lot are signing' on as well." "I didn't think you could do that." "You'd be surprised what some of you bastards get up to." "I've had my eyes opened a few times, I'll tell you that." "What sort of things are you talkin' about?" "Thievin'." "Signin' on under a false name." "A casual approach to work." "Laziness." "And fuckin' foul language." "We'll have no pissing' in the corners." "Not allowed." "Frowned upon." "Not very hygienic, is it?" "It's bloody downright filthy." "Can I ask you a question?" "Fire away." "What's your views on the ozone layer?" "I'll turn a blind eye to it, as long as it doesn't interfere with the job." "Nice one that." "Anything else?" "Any chance of the sun?" "You have more chance of seein' a one-legged cat..." "Fuckin' bury a turd on a frozen pond." "I've been told to report to Mr. Siddons about a job." "Really?" "I thought you'd come to grant us three wishes." "What's that?" "Here's my P-45." "I don't..." "The foreman told me to give it to you." "I don't want that." "I don't want that at all." "I don't want to know about your private life." "Incidentally, tax..." "It's paid for by us." "But the insurance is down to you." "You're all self-employed." "What's this about fuckin' P-45?" "Get these lot to work." "Right, come on." "Everybody out in the yard, and I'll show you exactly where we're startin'." "Come on, son." "Charlie's Angels is looking for an understudy." "Where should I start?" "Do what?" "Where should I start me job?" "Go and wait in that tea room for five minutes." "You see these skips here?" "These gotta be filled up by 4 o'clock." "Mind it ain't practice at the end, then." "Fair enough, my Lord." "You are a fuckin' idiot." "Anybody else that's left in the grate, anything that's comin' out of here..." "Just get it in the skip!" "Right, you two mates start in that corridor." "Go on." "He's very decisive, isn't he?" "Yeah, I like decisive people, you know where you stand with them." "Alright, fasten it." "See that down there?" "That's two dozen sheets of plasterboard." "Get it up on the fourth floor." "Do you run the blush when you're angry?" "I've got your number as well." "Alright." "What are you loitering' around for?" "You haven't told us what to do." "What, do I have to tell you when to go and have a shit?" "Hey, I'm old enough to be your father." "Just watch your manners." "Right, who are you?" "Wilf." "Wilf?" "Where you from, Wilf?" "Bristol." "Bristol?" "Oh right, a sheepshagger?" "Right." "Get down there with the scags, where you'll enjoy each other's company." "Go on." "Right." "I want none of that." "I don't wanna see anybody walkin' around on this site without a hard hat on." "You alright there, Jock?" "Stevie." "Right, yeah, Stevie." "You alright there, Jock?" "Where are you stayin'?" "I'm stayin' with some mates, you know." "It's only temporary." "Where are you goin' after that?" "Get a place of me own, don't know." "Do you fancy a squat or what?" "Can you get us one?" "Yeah, we can get you a squat." "Can't we, Mo?" "Mo!" "What's that, Kev?" "We can get this lad a squat, can't we?" "No problem." "Come down with us on Saturday." "We'll sort it out for ya." "You want a squat, son?" "There's tons on that there estate." "Come over with us, we'll patch it up." "No problem. 1990, aye." "Millions of people without as homes." "Do you know how many people are out of work in this country?" "About three and a half million." "Do you know how many of them are building workers?" "250,000." "Yeah, but that includes the ones that wanna..." "Oh behave yourself, of course they wanna work." "There's millions of acres of unused land." "I'm not talkin' about green belt." "For building' on." "And the brickyards are stocked with gear." "No one should be without a home in the 1990's." "It's crazy man." "Crazy." "You've started him off again." "Liverpool city council built 5,000 council houses when they were in power." "The Labour council, right." "What happens is, they got tea-bagged." "The rest of the country, all the councils put together..." "He only wants a fuckin' squat!" "Built..." "The rest of the country..." "He only asked for a fuckin' squat!" "The rest of the country built this..." "Did you vote for what Margaret Thatcher did?" "I just ..." "I didn't vote for Margaret Thatcher." "You, you..." "I never voted for Margaret Thatcher." "It's you everybody for her." "You voted for her." "Margaret Thatcher got 41% of the vote." "There was another 59% voted against her, son." "He only wants a friggin' squat!" "I know he does." "It's all right for you, mouthing' off all mighty." "You've got a little house, haven't ya?" "But he only wants a fuckin' squat." "Nothin' else." "They what?" "They're coming for that Pascal's flat." "Pascal's flat, yeah." "It seems, isn't it?" "Put your leg up." "What's that?" "Just put your fucking leg up." "The first thing you have to do is get yourself a padlock for the door, just to make sure..." "Everything's secure in your garage in the morning." "Excuse me, boys." "Thank you." "There's no flats in here for you." "No, it's not like that." "Can we get past please, son." "Sorry?" "Can I get past?" "You can't..." "Can you get past?" "Yes please." "Let's come on lad, I've got sons older than you." "Move your leg, lad." "Or I'll fuckin' break it." "You just fuckin' bottle it!" "You can fuck off." "No hassle off you." "We'll give you none back." "There's no need to speak like that." "You need to clean your mess." "Come on." "Shame, isn't it." "It's 39." "They're angry at everybody except the people they should be angry at." "Larry, it's 39." "What number?" "It's 39." "That is the one, there." "Here." "What do you think, lad?" "That's not bad." "Home sweet home." "Looks alright outside, doesn't it?" "Boot it, lad, boot it." "Home sweet home." "South facing' window." "All the cons." "Your own sound system." "It stinks of fish." "No problem, lad." "Bowl cleaner." "I'll bet he's used to that." "He cleans up after Larry all the time." "Come on." "I'm going to get the gas on." "Take the boards off the windows." "Heigh ho!" "Heigh ho!" "Yeah, you need help over there?" "We'll clean the air, Stevie." "Put that right there." "You don't like that?" "Fuckin' air cleaner." "You all right, Larry?" "Perfect." "We use to own this bloody stuff, till she pinched it off us." "We're only getting our own back." "That little job's done then." "Are we sitting comfortably?" "I hope my knocking' didn't disturb you, hasn't kept you awake." "We just pulled the bleedin' awnings off the front there." "There's nothing on "News at 10" about it." "Oh well, they haven't switched that off." "Yet." "That's another thing we used to own until they robbed us." "Can anyone explain to me..." "Why someone's gotta make a profit every time you boil a kettle." "Or every time a kid has a drink of water." "Or every time a pensioner has a warm by the gas fire." "You know before, speculators used to make money out of land." "And how's about it." "You know now, they make it out of gas." "What's that supposed to mean..." "Let me tell you." "Every time you open your mouth it's like a bleedin' parliamentary debate the way you go on about it." "Thank you for the compliment but you don't seem to take any notice of it, do you?" "We don't want to listen." "I know but, you're missin' the point." "There's people every day having the leccy (electricity) cut off." "There's people every day gettin' their gas cut off." "You go on and on all the time." "Yes, and I will go on and on." "I don't wanna listen to that." "Oh listen to that, the long-con pro material." "Well you keep goin' on about it." "See ya, Stevie." "You're long-con pro material." "They had you in mind when they invented the expression." "So long!" "Come on, let's go." "Listen Billy Connolly..." "Don't be gettin' my tubing..." "I'll bring it in the mornin'." "Cheers lads." "Hey, hey." "Hey!" "Hey!" "Hey!" "Hey!" "Hey, you know we're working down here!" "You coulda hit my head." "Hey!" "You there." "What?" "Move it off there, will ya?" "What?" "What's it to you?" "Move it!" "Larry!" "Larry!" "What?" "Make way!" "What are you doin' now?" "There's people walkin'." "Go down this way, love." "Go down there." "There's people walkin'." "Bastards." "Old people." "Go." "You alright, love?" "Don't be doin' anything." "Excuse me, what's more important than right here?" "You're out of your fuckin' head." "What?" "You can'nae (cannot) drop that in there." "There's people walkin' up and down." "You dopy pair of sods." "If it misses..." "Move back." "We'll be here all day." "We got loads of 'em here." "Sick!" "Back up a bit, will ya." "Larry move, yeah, Larry." "Larry." "It's all right." "Stand back." "Alright." "It's coming off." "We'll catch it." "Oh!" "That's the way you kill..." "Satisfied?" "Hey, I think you broke both of his light bulbs." "That's your bonuses for a few Saturday mornings, isn't it?" "Hey there smartass!" "You're a fuckin' loon by the way." "Yeah, crackers, that could have been a kid or anything." "Look at them lazy bastards." "They wouldn't have work or there was none to get." "The working class don't want work, you know." "They make me laugh." "Ask them to sit on their ass all day..." "And they're happy as pigs in fuckin' shite." "Hey, what, it's that time already then?" "Not for you it's not." "There's a load of plaster and sand comin' in this afternoon." "I want them two flats gutted by Wednesday..." "And the shopping' goes up on the top on Monday morning." "I've just come across from the tea room, Gus." "Talk about them health hazards..." "I've seen a couple of rats running about over there this morning." "That wouldn't surprise me at all." "They're probably signing' on and all." "Look, look, look!" "They've got a deck of cards out now." "Look at that, they'll have fuckin' community singing next." "I want the fellow with the cards down the road." "Who's got a deck of cards?" "The smurf." "Hey!" "A nine letter word." "Naive, artless or innocent." "Ingenuous." "Ingenuous." "Seems to be." "It pays to increase your word power." "I used to be like you, once, you know." "Naive, artless, innocent." "It's a lovely word, that." "Covers a lot." "Say, back off, back off." "Back 'im up." "So he can't get behind the cooker." "Ah, fuck." "Shhhh." "Hang on, hang on." "There he is." "Hang on, hang on." "Now I see him." "Take hold, go at it." "Idiot." "Fucker." "Yeah." "Get him up there on his own." "We can trap him over there." "Get out of the way now." "Ho ho ho." "The fucker sent him over there." "If it was easy as all how it looks, man..." "Get over there, kill it!" "Oh!" "Jesus." "Jesus." "What have you..." "What's he done?" "That's where he was fuckin' going man, down that nest." "Gimme that pick." "I'll go here." "There could be a whole nest of them down there." "That's a nest!" "Must be." "Yeah, cheers." "There's more..." "Get out, get over." "I'll get out of the way." "Here, try this, try this." "Cheers." "Oh, I can see them." "Yeah." "There's the nest here." "There's the nest." "Look at this." "Ah, dirty little bastards." "Blimey there's tens of them down there." "Ah, he's pickin' 'em up with his fuckin' hands." "Dirty little bastards." "Ohhhhh." "Fuck off, they're dead." "Ughhhh." "Ohhhh." "Ohhh." "Ah geez." "Ah, Christ." "Jesus you fucking bastard!" "I wanted to talk to you, he said..." "I'll see him later." "I got fuck home same as you." "If I ever find you and your asshole pals in here again you're a fuckin' dead man." "You understand me?" "You fuck off." "Right." "Susan Miles?" "Listen, it's okay, I've found your handbag." "Near where I work." "Thanks." "I've just put the kettle on, if you want some tea." "Aye, that'd be nice." "Okay." "I'm sorry about that." "I just thought you were the landlord or something." "You know." "I'm expecting him to call." "Right." "I don't want to see him." "Fine." "Hi." "Hi." "Can you move my things?" "Ah, sure." "Thanks." "Will you pour the tea?" "1p." "Bastards." "Did you read my diary?" "No." "You sure?" "Scout's honor." "It's green." "Hmm?" "It's green." "It's green tea." "There's no caffeine in it." "Caffeine makes me nervous." "Any milk?" "No, I don't take dairy products." "Cholesterol, high blood pressure, arteries." "Uh-huh." "You a doctor or something?" "A doctor?" "Yeah." "I'm a singer." "A singer." "I'm a laborer myself, you know." "Temporary." "So where are you singing?" "Oh, all over the place." "Different places." "Nowhere really at the minute." "How about a do, then?" "What's that?" "You know, signing' the dole, signing' on." "What is this an interview or something?" "Just askin'." "I know." "I'm auditioning' too." "What star sign are you?" "Aries." "Aries." "Aries the ram." "Is that good?" "Well, it's whatever." "Do you want to hear?" "Yeah, from you." "You have a characteristic fiery look in the eyes." "Let me see." "Hmm." "A sort of flash or sparkle which shows a lively and challenging spirit." "Lemme see?" "Hmm." "The eyebrows are quite large." "Dunno." "Not really, no." "But it's the eyes, so." "Anyway, I do the I Ching every day, so..." "Just move those." "Into merchandising, myself, so." "That's where I'm headin', you know." "Really?" "Boxer shorts." "Colored socks." "Ah." "Things like that." "No, I tell you." "I'm sorry." "No, it's alright, no." "Good money in it." "Really?" "Aye." "Big demand for them in the markets, you know." "Really?" "Yeah, I got big plans." "A lot of money." "Ah, if I can just get my foot in the door, you know." "Right." "Maybe open up a wee shop." "You know, be selling from a van, or something like that, wee store." "You know." "Uh-huh." "Ah, this laboring." "It's only temporary, you know." "It's crap." "Boxer shorts." "It's good." "More tea?" "No, fine." "Thanks." "So, ah, where's the audition?" "Oh, it's not really an audition." "It's like a gig, you know." "It's just ... a gig with a band." "Whereabouts?" "You're not goin'." "Hey." "No way." "I'll get a few of the boys along, a bit of support." "No way!" "I might not even go myself." "Ehhh." "Could be a big mistake." "Could be somebody important there." "I'd like to go, you know." "It's in the Grapes of Wrath in Stoke Newington." "Right." "I'll be there." "You will not." "Aye." "I wouldn't miss your big break." "I doubt it." "Gus, you can't have this stuff up there." "What are you talkin' about?" "It's gotta go somewhere." "It's pissin' down there." "Gus, you have too much stuff up here already!" "There's eight rooms worth of plasterboard gettin' moved over and its gotta go somewhere." "How can my men do anything?" "We've got stud work here." "We've got to turn and fix them" "We'll just have to work together." "That's what we've gotta do." "But we've got doors to..." "Be careful with all that." "If you ruin any more I'm gettin' it out of your bloody money, lad." "Head out." "Head out." "Blower." "You what?" "The geezer on the blower." "What geezer?" "The guv'ner." "Oh, bollocks." "You two, you're goin' the wrong way." "It's that way." "You know exactly where it's gotta go." "It's over there." "Well I'm tellin' you what to do." "Do it." "C'mon, out the road and I'm gonna..." "Come here, man." "Ah, look what you fuckin' done now, mate." "Oh God." "You're on the job." "Get your finger out." "You're not in bloody Benidorm." "Oh Christ." "Bloody war zone." "Hello." "Hello." "Cheers." "Hang on a sec." "Hello?" "Hello." "Hello." "Hello, Gus?" "Hang on mate." "Gus?" "Hello, sorry Chief." "That was a false ... false alarm." "I'm sorry." "Hello." "Hello Chief." "This is Proud Warrior calling' Naked Jaybird." "Are you receiving me?" "Over." "Hello, calling Proud Warrior." "Are you receiving me?" "Over." "I'll talk to you in a minute mate." "Can you just ... hang on a minute, will ya." "Yes, hello Boss..." "What?" "For Christ's sake will somebody speak to me!" "Oh, for fuck's sake." "Oh shit." "Get off." "Bring us another damn singer on." "Fuck out with you." "Get off." "Off!" "Off!" "Off!" "Off!" "Yeah!" "Yeah!" "Can you hear me at the back?" "We can hear you!" "Yeah, I didn't know assholes could speak." "I'm another one, I'm another one." "I'm like that little girl you just sent cryin' into the toilet." "I'll just say this." "I think some of you here should be very very proud of yourselves." "For reducing' that little girl to tears." "And I think you can go one step further." "I'm sure you can really put the boot in." "We can get this young girl to pack her bags," "Cast her lid in, bolt back to Dundrod." "But before you do that." "I'm gonna ask that young lady to come back." "Because I think she's great." "I think she's got a lot of bottle." "And I'm gonna ask her to sing again." "Let's ask her back on the stage." "Come on, for Christ's sake." "It was like I could just feel the music comin' and it was all goin' round like this, and..." "I'm singin' and it was just comin' out." "Yeah." "And I was so ..." "Look, I brought my lucky egg." "I didn't think the band were that hot though." "Honest." "Did you see the guy sittin' in the corner?" "I did see him, actually." "Okay." "Do you think he was from the press?" "Oh, you never know." "They don't tell you, these guys." "No, they don't really actually." "Do they?" "This is my stop here." "Excuse me." "Aw, don't..." "Don't go yet." "Don't say goodnight." "Look, if I don't say goodnight, I'll be sayin' good morning." "So?" "It's just I want it to be better than this." "Okay?" "Bye." "Bye." "Shit." "Oh, I better go." "Do you have to?" "Well if I don't go now I'll miss another bus." "What time is it?" "You can always stay you know." "Well I don't think that's a good idea." "You don't?" "I hardly know you." "Well you seen all of us." "It's not much." "It's over." "Look, it's nothing personal or anything." "I think it might be the most personal thing you could do." "It's just I don't want to complicate my life at the minute." "Everything's goin' so well and..." "I thought everything wasn't goin' well?" "Well Mars is rising now." "Mars?" "Yes, Mars." "You're a fuckin' screwball." "Alright, listen up!" "Look at Larry the scouse with his hard hat on." "Look at Larry the scouse getting his check 'cause he's got an hard hat on." "Fiaman's got a hard hat on, he's gonna get his check." "Oi." "Do you want paying' or what?" "Zeff, go and get a hat on." "Ish..." "Ish..." "Ishmael." "Ishmael, Ishmael." "Fiaman." "You goin' down the bank?" "What's it to you?" "It's checks, isn't it?" "Hm-hmm." "Well, you gonna cash these for us, or what?" "How much you give me?" "Give him fuck all, mate." "You're a mean bastard." "Give you three quid." "Three pounds?" "You crazy man." "That's very frequent of you. (?" ")" "Fuck all." "You expect me to go all the way to the bank at dinnertime for three quid?" "Yes, but you will get at least 30 quid out of the lads this week, here." "I don't ask them, you know." "Well how else are they gonna get the money?" "No names, no petrol(?" "), everyone's using a nom de plume." "You take advances, who pays me?" "I've got a family to feed, man." "How's the check going to bounce?" "There's no way it's bouncin' here." "They're rippin' us off enough with the bleedin' tax." "They're not gonna put themselves in shit street by fuckin' our wages over." "Alright." "Five pounds, eh?" "I don't fuckin' like you." "You want me to cash your check for you?" "Give me five pounds, eh?" "Four pound fifty." "Five pounds." "Give him fuck all, you robbin' bastards ya." "You want me to check it for you?" "No." "You want me to do your check for you, eh?" "Five pound it is, you robbin' bastard." "I'm doin' you a favor, man, you know?" "Hundred." "Eighty." "Hundred." "Eighty." "Three pounds?" "Hey, I said five pounds, man." "Of course you did, Fiaman, but you been a plonker all week so you get three." "Fucking bastard." "Oh, I know it hurts, Fiaman, but you'll thank me for it one day." "You lying man!" "He's a terrible liar." "I'd watch him if I was you." "Here, there's me two pounds." "That's it, you've got a fiver." "Now we're happy, aren't it?" "Hey, hey." "Listen!" "Listen." "We made an agreement." "I said you had to give me fiver." "A fiver a man!" "I want a fiver a man!" "Well you've got a fiver, hey man!" "Hey man, don't take the piss from me." "Don't take the piss, eh?" "He's gonna..." "No, listen." "You two listen to me, eh?" "I told you, I told you when I was going to the bank..." "That you are going to give me five pounds each, eh?" "That's what you said to me." "That's what you said to me, eh." "Don't put..." "That's what you said to me." "Don't put..." "No he's ... it's what you ... yeah?" "He said it." "That's what they said to me." "I didn't hear it." "Okay." "Your five pounds, eh." "Me?" "Mhmm." "Five pounds?" "Five pounds." "You've got more chance of knitting' fuckin' fog." "You." "Sorry, Big Man." "I don't know what you're talkin' about." "You gave me your word." "You are going to give me five pounds." "He gave you, man." "I took this money out of my savings." "Yeah, man, it's a risk, you know." "If the check bounces..." "What am I gonna do, you know?" "I got a family to feed man, you know?" "We've all got families..." "I don't need this kind of shit, man, you know?" "Hey, we've all got family, you know." "No man, but you, you..." "You give me your word you are going to give me five pounds." "No, man, we never did..." "No man, I'm stuffed." "No man, you give me your word." "We don't..." "You haven't been stuffed." "Take it easy." "No man, no no no no no." "Come on man, don't be fallin' out over a few quid." "Listen, listen." "This has nothing to..." "Drink your tea sir." "Drink, drink your tea." "But don't be fallin' out over a few pounds..." "No, I'm not falling out." "I just want your money." "I was standing in the bank." "I was standing in the bank for half an hour, man." "I have not eaten anything, and now I come back and..." "It's illegal..." "And this is what they give me, man." "You can't charge them five pounds each." "Twenty-odd pounds to go in the bank, Fiaman." "Blimey, Prince Charles wouldn't charge that." "You break your word, you know, man." "You break your word." "Going to be on your conscience." "You break your word." "Shh!" "That's it." "Put it right to the back." "You can do that." "You're a big lad there, aren't you?" "Just stick it all to the back and keep it tight." "That's it, just..." "He's bloody mad." "Where are you goin' with that, darlin'?" "I'm goin' to put it..." "Oh no, don't." "I'll get hay fever." "Here you are, driver." "Drop them off at the Antique Road Show, will you, son?" "I've only got the lorry till 12, though." "We're goin' fast as we can, Stella." "We're goin' fast as we can." "We have to get goin' mate." "Aye, alright." "Uh-huh." "Stevie I'm not so sure anymore this is such a good idea." "Aye, you're right enough." "Hey boys, the stuff'll need to come back inside." "Look, don't be so stupid." "What?" "It's just, I just want you to know it's only temporary, okay?" "It's just I don't want to get involved or anything." "Well, this is involvement." "It doesn't have to be forever." "Come on, come here." "Look, it's just, I want you to know, I could be goin' on the road, or anything, anytime soon." "I know." "And I understand." "Look, I know it's a big decision moving' in." "I realize that, but..." "It doesn't have to be forever." "Does it?" "Till something else comes up." "No ties." "If something comes up, you're off." "No worries." "Alright?" "Yeah?" "Yeah?" "Yeah." "Yeah." "Go on then." "I love it, Jock!" "Ha ha ha." "Nice work, Jock." "I'm a little embarassed." "You be careful with that coat, now." "It's not paid for." "Come on Molly Malone, get up." "Make way for a lady." "Take it away, Stanley!" "Come on!" "There you go." "In you is." "Where'd you want to put these?" "Ah, just dump 'em by the window." "Just dump this upstairs?" "Aye." "Okay." "Oh, thanks." "Just put them..." "Right here." "Yeah, that's alright." "That's fine." "That's the way." "That's it." "You can help us if you want, you know." "No, I can't, mate." "Not in my condition." "I think that's that, the lot of it." "Oh, alright." "What do you think?" "Do you like it?" "It's nice." "Hey, ah lads, we've got a visitor." "Ah piss off, bastards." "Where should I put this, then?" "Blackpool beach!" "Can I sit here, then?" "Hey lad, someone's robbed your wagon here." "Wait, driver!" "Driver, quick." "Hey, put them bloody wheels back, will ya?" "What?" "Stop taking' the piss, will you boys?" "Come on." "Oh, take a joke." "Give us your shirt, Shem, here?" "Get yourselves a pint or..." "No, piss off!" "Oh, come on!" "Fuck's sake, you been here all day." "They've got me jacket and radio!" "Come back here, you little bastards." "Hey, your back's gettin' better." "Keep goin'." "That's the first time he's sweated all after bleeding' noon." "Hit him back, son!" "Hit him." "Be careful, his father's a policeman!" "Here you go." "Hmm." "Thanks." "I'm just thinkin'." "It's really weird, you know." "I know, I think I took the tea bag out too soon." "No, I'm tellin' ya." "I spoke to the psychic about two months ago." "Oh, aye." "She said I was gonna make big changes in my life." "Career plans are lookin' up." "I was gonna maybe move house." "Something about a new relationship." "Hm-hmmm." "Isn't that weird, though?" "She didn't say anything about where to put that rubber plant, did she?" "Listen, I'm serious." "She said something about a journey and a death." "What, is that a choice?" "God." "Do you never get depressed?" "No." "Depressions are for the middle classes." "The rest of us have got an early start in the mornin'." "I get depressed." "I tried to kill myself once." "It's just, it's just I really want this to work." "I really want it to work." "It's just there's so many things you don't know about me." "There's a lot you don't know about me." "A prison called Barlinnie tried to do me in." "I'm still here." "You're still here." "We made it." "Besides it's got to work." "Your furniture's here." "No more thievin'." "No more thievin'." "No more thievin'." "No more thievin'." "No more thievin'." "It's not nicked, is it?" "What?" "It's not nicked?" "Oh fuck it." "Give us it." "Where are you going?" "You just accused me of theft." "That's not very nice." "Hang on, hang on." "I gotta be careful." "I'm a businessman." "Alright?" "How much are we sayin'?" "Fifty." "Fifty pound?" "Make it forty and you got a deal." "Forty pounds, you got a deal." "Alright." "Twenty." "Forty." "Yeah?" "Hey, John, you seen that Kango?" "No, I won't ..." "I haven't seen..." "Where did you leave it?" "I went and had a cup of tea and it's gone." "Tell you what..." "I tell you what, you're lucky your truck's still there, mate." "They'll thieve anything on this." "Stevie's on." "It looks like someone's nicked the Kango, isn't it, aye?" "They're thankless little bastards." "Here's twenty and I owe you..." "I owe you an ..." "I've only got eight." "I've got eight." "Give us that then..." "Take that, alright." "I owe you two." "Give us one, right." "That's me got a tenner." "Yeah, well I owe him the pound, now, don't I?" "You owe him two." "Yeah." "I owe him a pound." "Yeah." "Well hang on, you owe me a fiver." "So if I take four off of you, that leaves us about right, doesn't it?" "No luck, wee boy." "How come I've only ended up with three pounds?" "We're not fuckin' up to you." "It's us who owe you two." "Fiver's gone." "But how come..." "But you've got to pay your debts, haven't you?" "Hang on a minute." "You're owed three knicker for the dinner money." "So we... 'cause I paid that for you there, the other day." "Oh right, yeah." "Thank you, darling." "That's fine." "Thanks." "That's good." "Okay." "Thanks, Ben." "Thank you Ben, that's fine." "Okay." "Thank you." "I think if we just..." "Thanks, Caroline." "That's great." "If you'd like to wait, afterwards." "Right." "Samantha, sorry to stop you early, darling, but um..." "Can you do this number with a bit more... umph?" "I want a... we want a bit of an American accent." "Although it's a British song." "Yes." "But if you can make it sort of really quite bright and sassy." "I want something like that so that you..." "Sassy. ... really sell it to me." "Sassy." "Yeah." "Right." "Yeah." "Okay?" "Um." "Thanks, Samantha." "That..." "Thanks darling." "Thank you very much." "That's fine." "Is that all?" "Yes, thank you dear." "Yeah?" "Thank you." "Thanks very much." "Okay." "Thank you." "Can we have the next, please?" "Eh, Susan Miles." "Susan who, sorry?" "Susan Miles." "Karen, um." "Can you, uh..." "Give it a bit more bitterness and..." "I want to see a bit of agony and passion going on here, please." "We want to see you living and dying at the same time." "Alright, so... kind of beef the whole thing up." "More of a bitter approach to it." "You know, bitter, hard." "Okay." "Really, really sell the number, alright?" "She's trying." "Thanks, Ka..., uh, thanks, Susan." "Will you just wait a second there, love." "You." "I'm fuckin' talkin' to you." "I beg your pardon?" "Give her a clap." "We're holding auditions." "Fuckin' clap, now." "Banty!" "What do you mean?" "Show her a bit of respect." "Banty." "Don't fuckin' push it, dickhead, clap!" "Banty!" "Louder." "Banty!" "Banty!" "Fuckin' clap!" "Louder!" "Banty!" "What the hell were you doin'?" "Those were important people!" "But they were ignoring you." "Yes!" "They were important people." "What the hell am I gonna say to my agent?" "She'd be better at selling' newspapers than gettin' you work." "Listen, it doesn't matter what you..." "Oh shut up." "If you don't take the respect..." "Would you shut up!" "Would you shut up, you haven't a clue." "They're all wankers in this business." "They fuckin' don't give you respect." "Oh my God..." "Pure dead..." "I'm so excited." "Pure dead brilliant, man." "Yeah." "Would you marry me?" "What?" "Will you marry me?" "Uh, I suppose so." "You suppose so?" "I dunno." "Maybe." "You don't know, maybe?" "You're puttin' me on the line here." "Well, listen here, Jock." "This is a limited offer." "Next week when I'm famous you're going to have to shoot three people just to get to shake hands with me." "Oh, is that right?" "Forget it." "Ah, come on." "It's nothin' personal." "Nothin' personal?" "A turn down is as personal as you can get." "Just forget it." "Forget it!" "Forget it!" "I just said maybe." "I didn't say no." "Hey, Joe!" "Hmmm." "What's Africa like?" "Huh?" "What's Africa like?" "Man, some places are just like this, you know, people live alright." "Other places are not so good." "Why do you ask?" "No, cause, seriously, cause, I'm thinkin' of goin'." "You are going to Africa?" "Yeah!" "To do what?" "I dunno, it just really appeals to me." "I just gotta go." "You want to discover your roots." "Yeah, well, among other things." "It is not so simple, my friend." "What can you do?" "Are you an engineer?" "No, no." "Are you an accountant?" "No, no." "Do you have any skill?" "No." "But I could learn." "It's not so simple." "He wants to go and discover his roots." "Man, Africa is a good place to go." "Of course it's a good place." "Yeah, sure." "If you like to party, if you..." "Love it." "Love parties, love them." "Man, I know you." "You like to have a good time." "This man has always got a smile on his face." "He likes to have a good time." "And why not?" "How is he going to eat?" "I went to one party for two weeks, man." "Two weeks." "Solid partying, man." "He's, he's..." "I sleep for about three hours in between, you know?" "And you know, in the day?" "In the day, you go to the beach." "Bar beach, man." "It's what I want to hear..." "You just party, party, party." "Big long beautiful beach, man, you know?" "It's as beautiful as..." "Africa is the best country in the world." "What's he goin' to eat?" "I tell you man, the women." "Oh, you, you, you..." "That's it." "He could not handle the women anyway." "I seen, I seen this man in action." "I think he's okay." "You could see him with Isabel, huh?" "He could handle her?" "What you lot on about?" "Hey, what you yappin' on about?" "We're talking about Africa, man, you know." "He wants to go to Africa." "Yeah, I wanna go." "Africa?" "I thought you supported Millwall?" "I do." "I want some of that and I want some of that." "Well it would be a crappy hard day for starters, wouldn't it?" "It's not football, you know." "I'm sorry, they're better over there, are they?" "Did you see Camer..." "Camerooooon." "Camerooooon." "Fuck the..." "Fuckin' hell, Kevin." "You lookin' out there." "What's happened now then?" "He almost fell off." "Who nearly fell off?" "Kevin did." "That scaffold is not safe." "Come and have a look at it." "What then?" "What do you mean there's a double missing'?" "It was only..." "He was leanin' on that." "Leanin' on it?" "He ain't meant to be leanin' on it." "Why's he leaning'?" "There's a holdup down below." "What holdup?" "Hey, were you knocked off for the day now, then?" "We've only one then we've got no more left." "Well get it movin' up here." "Get him down and get him a cup of tea." "Come on, he nearly died, you know." "You and you, get a hat on." "A man nearly died and..." "Get him down and get him a cup of tea." "A hat is not going to save a man from dying, eh?" "They treat us all like blacks on this site, man." "Hey man, you okay?" "You gettin' up?" "Susan!" "Hmm." "You gettin' up?" "Come on then." "Come on!" "Fuck's sake, Susan, you missed the guy yesterday, you're gonna miss him again today." "That's no good." "Just shut up, would ya." "Oh God, shut up." "Set the clock for ten minutes." "You can'nae keep missin' appointments." "He's gonna rub you out altogether." "Unreliable, Susan." "It's no good." "You listenin'?" "Fuck it, c'mon up." "Fuck you!" "Don't you fuckin' do that to me!" "Come on, come on." "You creep." "Come on." "You'll love me for it." "Fuck." "God, I hate you!" "I don't see what you fuckin' care about." "You were meant to ring that guy for me last week and you didn't." "Well I don't know Elton John, alright." "Creep, you told me you did." "Well, I said I knew a guy that roadied for him a few years ago, that's all." "You can bloody try, you know." "You could bloody ring him." "I can see it now," "Excuse me, Elton, I don't know if you remember a drunken roadie who worked for you a few years ago." "But I'm his pal, and this is my bird." "If you could possibly make her a star by Friday night." "Because that's when her fuckin' dole money runs out." "You creep." "At least my dreams aren't wrapped up in boxer shorts." "Well they were last night." "Oh, you're disgusting." "Everything you say has to come down to sex." "Well I might fail, but at least..." "Fuck you!" "I try!" "Look, Susan, you're livin' in a fuckin' bubble." "You gotta get somewhere to make it worthwhile!" "Oh,I I suppose boxer shorts are worthwhile." "And colored socks." "Boxer shorts and colored socks." "If you're gonna smash somebody's dreams, try and gettin' it fuckin' right, okay?" "I smash your dreams?" "You never encourage me in anything I do." "Don't talk pish." "Every night I'm listenin' to you." "I encourage you all the time, Susan." "I'm fed up listenin' to you." "All you do is talk about yourself." "For fuck's sake." "You ought to talk about something else for a change." "The weather, football." "Anything!" "Fuck you." "I don't like football!" "Yeah, that's it." "Every time we start to talk, every time." "You just walk out." "Well piss off." "Bloke, piss off." "I piss off every fuckin' morning at this time, it's not my choice." "Fuck you." "Don't you go." "Don't you dare bloody go." "Move." "Fuck you, you pig." "You fuckin' creep." "Please don't go." "Please don't." "Please don't go." "Oh!" "You seen the state of that?" "You don't bloody use that, do ya?" "Well I used to." "Where are you supposed to go now?" "Jesus Christ." "Shem, he still uses that bog, the soft git." "No one ever ever uses that, do they Steve?" "Ah, not me." "Somebody cut the hose under there yesterday, anyway." "So where am I supposed to go for a crap?" "There must be somewhere so you don't shit yourself." "Shove a cork up your jacksie." "Listen, laddie, you're bloody stupid." "You know where to go?" "Up the fourth floor." "Get on, onto the scaffold." "And into the show flat." "We're always bloody using' it." "Stupid." "Friggin' stupid." "Our company specializes in ah, converting these lovely old buildings." "We're going to keep in as many of the original features as we can." "I must tell you about the lighting." "Another bathroom here, which I think you'll find very impressive." "Who are you?" "Who are you?" "I'm..." "I'm checkin' the plumbing." "Get out of there!" "Every... everything seems to be workin'." "There, that's yours." "Do you want a sarnie as well?" "No thanks, mate." "I made them meself." "What's wrong with 'em?" "I made 'em meself." "Cor blimey, who's it scared you and give you a scrubbing' down?" "I've just had a terrible experience there, I tell you what, it was dreadful." "I was in the show house having a bath." "And three Arab birds come in." "They were made up." "Tried to chat me up." "They said I was better lookin' than Yasser Arafat." "Arafat." "No, they like a bit of rough, don't they them Arab birds?" "Yeah, well, if they like a bit of rough, they'll love you." "Those birds fancy you then, do they?" "No, well, they just don't see much of the old white sausage over there, do they?" "I don't think your Judy sees much of it over here." "What did she say?" "I'll put it behind me ear and smoke it later?" "You're just jealous." "Listen, I must tell you a quick gag." "Get on with it." "A scouse and his missus..." "On holiday in the Casbah." "And the old Arab's got a notice up on the stall." "Magic slippers for sale, ten pound a pair." "Improve your sex life." "So, the scouse's wife says buy them, for a tenner." "So he says, here you are there, mate, give us a pair of them." "You sure, you sure they'll improve me sex life?" "He said:" "Effendi, master of a thousand camels..." "Buy these slippers, you'll have no problem with the other gear." "So he gets them." "Puts them on, grabs the Arab, throws him over the counter." "And he's givin' the Arab one." "And he's shouting':" "Effendi, effendi, you've got them on the wrong feet." "Hey Joe, Joe." "Joe." "Give us one of them sarnies Mo again." "I heard you lot still live in huts." "Is that true?" "It can't be true, can it?" "What, in Peckham?" "Listen..." "Shhh!" "The hut my father lives in has two floors and fitted carpets, please." "And I study law if you don't mind." "No, I wasn't being' funny, I mean, I'm seriously thinkin' of goin' back." "Telling me the same thing yesterday..." "I want to go to Africa, you know." "He wants to go and live in Africa." "You've never ever been!" "But neither have you." "You haven't even been to Liverpool." "I have." "You go every bleedin' two weeks to sign on." "West Africa." "Piss off." "You haven't, have you?" "Lagos, Luanda." "Cabinda." "Matadi." "Kalabar." "All over the world, lads." "Merchant navy." "You was never in the merch, was you laddie?" "Four years on the Mayflower." "Talk further about some of them places, I mean, what's it like?" "Matadi's a paradise, my child." "Beautiful." "Matadi is a shithole." "Shut up, you only know Nigeria, come on." "Matadi is a shithole." "Come on, come on." "I know Matadi, man." "Talkin' about shitholes, this is a bit of a shithole, isn't it?" "No, look at the state of it." "There's no safety conditions." "No safety precautions, no nothing." "That's right." "And we live in it, you know what I mean." "We should stand up to those fellas in the office." "And demand better bleeding' conditions." "This is true." "Well that's what the unions are for, aren't they?" "Well what are the unions for, laddie?" "If we would not have a union, we would not have nothing." "Here, here." "Well what have we got now?" "We still got bleeding' nothing." "Come on, we have more than nothing." "Let's, let's just be serious for a minute." "If he fell off the scaffold tomorrow and lost an eye, he wouldn't get a balloon." "If you fell and killed yourself, they wouldn't even pay for your body to be shipped back to Liverpool." "At least if you're in the union, you get sickness pay, benefit pay." "This is true." "We need to stick together, otherwise we have no security." "I agree with what you're sayin' and that, about the unions and all that..." "But you all boys have done what Tebbit said, didn't ya?" "I mean, you got on your bikes didn't ya?" "Of course we have, we've had to." "He's from Glasgow." "We're from Liverpool." "He's from Bristol." "These fellas are from all over the place." "And we're chasin' the same few jobs." "And while we're chasin' the same few jobs..." "They've got no problems, cause we're fightin' amongst ourselves, and we're leavin' them alone." "What we should do, we should get U, UCATT down here." "Which is the Union of Construction and Technical Trade..." "It's the buildin' site workers' union." "We should get UCATT on the job, and get organized." "And, and another thing is that there's not even any blinking' safety equipment on the job." "Half of them machines, the guards are missin' off them." "And you know one of the lads had a bad turn there on the scaffolding, he could of broken his bloody back." "Some of the kick boards are missin'." "And the handrail was missin' on the top floor." "I mean, they're hacking' off that concrete." "There's bits flying everywhere." "Someone's gonna lose an eye." "And all we're asking for..." "Is plastic goggles, protection." "That's all." "A little bit of..." "It's all bein'..." "It's all bein' looked into, yet." "I know, but every time you pick the Kango up you get a bloody electric shock." "The wires are bad." "It only wants a bit of adhesive tape round." "If it pisses down, the whole bloody lot's gonna blow up, isn't it?" "You're all sorted out Thursday." "You know if the factory inspector comes down he'll close the bloody site down." "Don't worry, pet." "Thursday it'll be sorted out." "Alright?" "Yeah, well..." "What?" "I can'nae be fairer than that, man, can I?" "No, no." "That's it." "Thursday it'll be all sorted out, I promise ya." "Thanks a lot." "Cheers." "Alright." "Thanks for coming' in mate." "Ta." "Carry along." "Larry Riley." "What's the idea of the old black spot, kid?" "Well, exactly what it says." "What's that?" "From today's date you are no longer employed by this company." "Exactly what is written down there is exactly what it means." "He let go?" "The big 'E'." "Another one in Liverpool out of work won't make any difference." "Mind your nose back there, can ye?" "Keep your place warm and those other too." "You look after yourself, son." "And you." "You hang on to that, you wanna sodding wear it." "You alright, Larry?" "Larry, you're alright, mate." "I'll be in touch, son, okay?" "Hey Larry!" "You sure you alright?" "Yeah." "Hey, Larry, what happened, man?" "I've been hit in the bollocks, son." "Why?" "Because I been opening me mouth again, and..." "Hey, mate!" "Is that you who keeps pissing' on the stairs?" "Well, we never had that trouble before and do you know what I mean..." "We're trying to keep this block clean." "And it's right on your landing as well." "Hey, when you movin' out?" "And the place is startin' to smell." "Susan?" "Happy Birthday, Stevie." "Jesus." "I'm sorry." "I didn't mean to upset you." "What is it?" "Just never done that before." "You sit." "You gonna blow out the candles?" "Aye." "Make a wish." "Here, I got this for you." "I made that for you." "Here, I got this too..." "A present, then, eh?" "Yeah." "Do you like them?" "Oh, what time is it?" "We do have word from my helpline." "We've received an urgent message for Patrick Logan." "Who used to live in Dewar Road, Drumchapel, Glasgow, and is now believed to be living in the London area." "So if you're listening Patrick or anyone who knows him," "Will you please contact your home, or call the Capital Gold helpline on 071-308-7575." "That number again is 071-308-7575." "It's..." "Hullo?" "Hullo Sadie, it's Patrick." "I, I heard, I heard on the radio what's the matter?" "That's it, now you won't be back." "Susan." "It's my ma's funeral." "I know." "I have to go." "Yeah, well everyone says they'll be back, and they never come back." "Couldn't you come back tomorrow, Stevie?" "Stevie, couldn't you get the train home tomorrow?" "Stevie, couldn't you come back tomorrow on the train?" "Couldn't you come back tomorrow, Stevie?" "Couldn't you come back tomorrow?" "Stevie, please don't go." "Please don't go." "Please." "Look, I love you." "Please don't go." "You know, you really want to have a bit more faith in people sometimes." "You want the ashes?" "We all might want them." "Fi thought maybe you would want them." "Maybe Robbie wants 'em." "I don't think so." "He'd probably fuckin' snort 'em." "If you want them you need to buy a casket." "You think?" "I don't know." "It's the added expense." "Cost you four quid for a plastic thing, you've got that for the rest of your..." "Plastic?" "It's kinda plastic... urn for the ashes." "No, I wouldn't have room in my bag for 'em, anyway." "Oh not too bad." "Me and Robbie here's off the methadone program, you know." "Well that's good." "And, we're goin' to the counseling', aye?" "Right." "We're gettin' our act together." "We're headin' out." "Canada." "Canada?" "Canada." "Right." "Start a new life for ourselves, eh Darling?" "Yup." "He can get a job there as a security guard." "Really?" "You can in a month there, that's what I heard." "That's right." "And you get a... house with the job too." "Right." "Hey." "House." "With a garden." "A garden and all?" "That's right, a garden." "Can'nae beat that, can you?" "Very very peaceful here." "In fact, it's one of my favorite spots." "Is this alright?" "It's lovely, yes." "Would you gather round, please?" "We're just going to scatter the ashes." "Eh, do you not got a stone, something like that?" "No?" "No." "We're to put her name in a book." "So, if you gather round, I'll just scatter the ashes now." "I think we'd rather do it ourselves, thanks." "Well, if you like." "But be careful, now." "Do you want to do it?" "What is it?" "Is it not for weeding?" "What do you do?" "Just push the lever gently and wave it around." "Swing it a bit?" "Push the lever." "She's..." "I can't, what, I can't..." "I can't, you..." "I think it'd be better if I did it." "If..." "No, no." "What is it?" "I think it'd be better if I..." "No, you..." "Just... push the handle down." "Push it down, Jake." "I can he..." "I can hear." "Well do it then!" "I'm a welder." "That's the plumber's job." "Ah, gimme." "Here you go." "The guy just..." "Hold it and push the handle down." "I'm doin' it!" "She's tryin' to..." "Steady." "Calm down now." "I can't get it down!" "I think it'd be better if I..." "You want me to do it?" "No, I'm fine, I'll go, I'll get it, thanks." "She's..." "Leave her alone." "What's to get..." "Oh." "She..." "He said swing it, so swing it." "Be quiet, Jake, will ya, I'm doin' it." "I'm gettin' covered in your mother!" "Just..." "She got ash in my eyes..." "It's very very blowy in here." "She's wavin' it all over the place." "She's comin' out in bits and pieces." "She's..." "There she is..." "Put it..." "Put it down the way." "Now you've fuckin' done it." "Thanks Fi..." "Jeez." "Watch your language..." "If he didn't start it..." "Remember where we are." "Come on, kindly leave the gardens please..." "Kindly leave..." "Oh brilliant, the guy's chucking us out." "Is she all... is she all there?" "What are you gonna do with that..." "Yes, I've attended to everything." "Is that it?" "Yes, that's everything attended to now." "Now remember where you are." "Please now, that's the service concluded." "Thank you very much." "Please leave the garden quietly." "Remember where we are." "Please, come along." "Hey!" "I'm sorry love." "That's it." "Just watch where you're goin'." "Here." "I'm sorry." "Thank you." "Here, keep it!" "Very nice." "Very nice." "Very nice, yeah." "Maybe you know where I can get some gear?" "I'll try, love." "What the fuck are you doin'?" "It's ok, I can handle it." "I want you out of here by the night, you understand?" "Tonight." "Hello Stevie, how are ya doin'?" "Alright, mate." "Hi Stevie." "Where the bleedin' hell you been the last four days?" "In a canister?" "My mother died." "Your mother died." "Alright." "Fair enough, um..." "Get changed and I'll..." "I'll see ya in about five minutes, alright?" "Make sure you get that dry rot down, will ya?" "Aye guv, will do." "I thought I'd seen him but he lost me." "You seen Stevie, man?" "He just went through there." "Yeah, there he is, babe." "He went through there." "I wanna talk to you." "Nothing to say." "I'm sorry, what was that?" "Hello, I want to talk to you." "Nothing to say." "There is everything to say." "I'm a human being." "I'm entitled to some respect." "I own 50% of this relationship, remember." "Jesus." "You don't give a soddin' inch, do you?" "Okay, so what?" "I take some smack now and again." "It's not the end of the bloody world." "I know what I'm doing..." "You don't have a fuckin' clue what your doin'." "You wander about the fuckin' day just lookin' like the party's goin' to start any minute." "Don't you..." "Don't fuckin' tell me what you are." "My brother-in-law used to counsel junkies." "I helped him save this couple who were on a methadone program." "They were tryin'." "So we thought." "And I'd go there and I'd sit on the couch." "Sit among the towels that were soaked in blood." "No veins left in their fuckin' arms." "Blood was drippin' out of 'em." "He'd seen it all before, he didn't want to help." "But he had to." "You can't just turn your back, he said." "So I helped them." "Injected them through the soles of their feet." "It's the only place left in their body they'd a vein left." "That's awful." "Get the picture?" "It's a fuckin' nightmare." "And it doesn't get any better." "You're a junkie, tough." "I am not, I am fuckin' not." "You don't decide." "You don't decide." "You don't have that choice." "You don't every stop being one." "Ever!" "You don't know anything." "You don't fucking know." "It's alright now because you maybe want something." "What happens when it all gets boring?" "What happens when you get fed up?" "When you start sellin' the fuckin' furniture, anything you can get a fuckin' price for?" "Fuck you!" "You bastard." "You don't know..." "Fuck." "You don't know me." "You don't fucking know me." "Fuck you, I never hurt you." "Never!" "I've only ever done some..." "anything to please you, for Christ's sake." "Put a smile on your fucking face." "You ought to have a little faith in people sometimes." "You see, that couple..." "It's my brother and his wife." "What's today, Jockin' all up?" "Lookin' pretty, eh?" "Too right." "Lookin' nice..." "Fuck you!" "Swag!" "Come on." "Come on." "Come on." "Come on." "Yeah." "Come on." "Come on." "I'll see if I can go too afterwards." "Look at this." "Look." "Look." "Ah." "It's a love bite." "Will you look at that." "Oh!" "Ho!" "That's a love bite." "Oh!" "That is a love bite." "Fightin'." "It's what?" "Fightin'." "That's..." "It's fighting." "That's a love bite, man." "He fell off his tart." "It's not, is it?" "It's not a love bite?" "No." "This is." "Ah, you fuckin' bastard." "You wanna leave that ballroom dancing' out, Steve." "Did you get first or second place, kid?" "Ah, they got three second places." "You may be obviously in the wrong career, eh?" "You need to get the proper equipment, eh?" "You fix them proper, you know?" "Introduce you to our Monica." "Hey, Monica will crush you man, you know." "Good blow job our Monica." "For Christ's sake get your finger out." "I've got enough trouble over here as it is." "Wouldn't you be better off like movin' up here this way a bit?" "Because this guy has gotta work here." "It's alright." "It's out, for Christ's sake." "That's the trouble with the bloody job." "Watch the, watch the overlap, you've got a lot to go there." "Seventy-five mil." "Well cut it down to four inches." "Oh ho, yeah." "You missed..." "Why haven't you got any TP?" "Come on." "Hey man, what's the hold up, eh?" "You'd be better off with a sharp knife you know, it would help." "What the hell's goin'..." "What's up idiot?" "There are no rolls." "What you..." "I know there are no bloody rolls." "That's what..." "That must your hold up, is it?" "Well who's in charge down there?" "Who's in charge down there?" "There's bloody fellas standing' idle up here." "There's fellas standing idle up here." "Just..." "Relax." "I'll sort it out mate." "Well calm yourself." "I don't believe what's happenin' here, look out." "What's the matter now?" "There's no fuckin' rolls left." "Well what the hell do you think we're shouting'?" "Of course there's no bloody rolls left." "Where are the rolls?" "There ain't been any delivered, guv." "What do you mean they haven't been delivered?" "I just seen the bloody wagon go down." "He came and went." "Huh?" "There's no paperwork, no rolls." "What paperwork?" "All the paperwork's done, for Christ's sake." "Hey look." "He's left bleeding' hell phone here, he has." "Huh?" "He's left the phone." "Sling it in the bucket." "I'll sling it in the bucket after I give my ma a ring first." "It'll just be a minute." "I haven't spoke to her for ages." "Hello." "Hello, Mother." "Yes, Seamus." "Your Shem." "No, I haven't been nicked." "No, I'm sound." "Get on your bloody bike and find him for Christ's sake." "Everything's at a standstill through you wankers, up here." "I try to run a bloody..." "People are standing idle up here, man." "Go around the corner and chase the man, hey." "Don't you fucking start..." "Wait, wait." "I'm the ganger here." "You got an attitude problem!" "I'm top of the bill, Ma." "I'm top of the world." "Listen." "Hey Shem." "Shem, Shem, Shem, Shem." "Hey, you there, Shem." "Hey, you takin' the piss?" "It was only a local call." "Local asshole." "I don't like smartasses." "What wrong with that?" "Mick!" "He's finished." "Get him off the roof." "Ah, give us a break." "I was only havin' a laugh." "I gave you enough rope to hang yourself, pal, and you've just done it, right." "I'll give you the ten pence." "Ten pence my ass!" "Sack him!" "And do it now!" "Me phone!" "What'd you do that for?" "Take that!" "Hey!" "Whoah!" "Shem." "Whoah!" "Shit, the police." "Get the police!" "Nice one, nice one!" "He deserved that." "Should have hit him harder." "Here he is." "Yo!" "Yeah!" "Yo!" "Yo!" "Seamus!" "Yo!" "Seamus!" "Oi, take it easy!" "Hey man!" "Police brutality!" "Oh, put your woo woo on." "Fuckin' bastard!" "Hey." "Hey." "There's more than one way of skinning' that cat." "We'll do the bastards." "Yeah." "You and me." "Yeah." "Yeah." "What time is it?" "That's it, you ready?" "Give Des a shout." "Desi!" "Hey, Desi!" "Desi!" "Ah, he's a wee fucker..." "Desi you big sod, come on!" "Where do you reckon he is?" "Come on Fiaman, mate, it's the weekend." "You got all them fancy women." "Saturday night!" "Sa-tur-day night..." "Hey!" "Fiaman!" "Fiaman!" "Fiaman!" "Fiaman!" "Fuck!" "Aren't they them Desi's brochures there?" "Hey Desi!" "Something's wrong on the roof." "Steve!" "Mo!" "Desi!" "Steve!" "Oh, fuck it." "Steve!" "Desi!" "Steve!" "Mo!" "Desi!" "Fuck." "Mo!" "Steve!" "Mo!" "Hold me hand!" "I can't." "No fuck it, hold on." "Mo!" "For fuck's sake, Steve, please hold me." "I can't." "Steve!" "Mo!" "Come on!" "Mo!" "Pull him." "I can't." "Pull, pull, pull." "I'm slipping!" "Come on." "No, no!" "Fuck!" "Oh, for fuck's sake." "Hey!" "Quickly!" "Ambulance!" "Now!" "Fuckin' move it!" "Move it, move it!" "Don't touch him." "Don't touch him." "Okay, stop the bleeding." "Let's get something to cover him up." "A blanket." "I don't know if Des-man's tryin' to have one over on us." "Shit, get a first aid kit." "Blanket." "Get a fuckin' ambulance!" "Blanket." "Shit." "Hang on, Des." "What's up?" "What's happened?" "What's happened?" "Check it out, Ish." "He is still alive." "He's still breathing." "He is still alive." "He's still breathing." "Cover him up." "Hang on a minute." "Anybody see what happened?" "Don't touch his head, man." "Anybody see what happened?" "He fell, man." "Mind your backs, please." "Mind your backs, please." "Mind your backs, please." "Yoo-hoo!" "Mind your backs, please." "Why don't you just get a coffee." "Yeah." "Alright then." "Thank you." "Excuse me, I wonder if you can tell me what happened to the boy I came in with." "Yeah, can I have your full name?" "What do you need to know my name for?" "Well, are you an immediate member of the family?" "No." "Not of the family, no." "Right, then what's his full name?" "Desmond Hinds." "Desmond Hinds." "What's this, it's got a different name on it here." "Yeah." "It's got Leroy Winston." "Is that his name?" "Aye, that's right, aye." "Right." "Well, what is his name, then." "He's come in on..." "Desmond Hinds Winston Leroy." "Desmond Hinds Winston Leroy." "We call him Desmond Hinds for short." "Oh, right." "I'm gonna need your name as well." "If that's alright." "Can I have your name, then?" "Prepared, mate?" "Yeah." "Did you take the key, then?" "I have got the friggin' key here." "It's like a fuckin' safe." "Yeah." "Is that enough?" "There's lots of it here." "Yeah." "Good, good." "And it's the right kind." "You light it." "That's it." "Let go." "Brownie." "Brownie!" "Brownie!" "Shit." "Ah, no problem." "Leave it to me." "Ah, come on." "Come here." "Ah, you're a good puppy." "Go on now." "Go on, you go get." "He'll be alright, will he." "Come on." "Don't worry about it." "We can't leave the fuckin' dog." "Don't worry." "It's nothing to worry about." "Stay!" "Brownie!" "Heel!" "You stupid dog!" "Brownie!" "Brownie!" "Oh my God!" "Brownie!" "Get off!" "Fire brigade." "I'm bein' attacked." "I don't want the police." "I'ts my own dog that's attacking' me." "Get off!"