Bad Boy Bubby
Be still!
Princess Pink.
Princess Pink.
Such a good little boy...
That's right...
That's a good boy, Bubby...
Good boy...
Good little boy...
Toilet...?
Don't move!
Jesus can see everything.
He tells me you moved,
by Christ, I'll beat you brainless!
Be still!
Bubby naughty...
Oh, Christ!
What you done?!
You... filthy little c*nt!
I'll send you to hell,
just you see,
you'll go to hell,
and your eyes will fall out,
and your prick will fall off,
You're such a good little boy...
Mummy does love
her little Bubby...
You like'em, don't you, Bub...
Beautiful, ain't they?
Good little boy...
Be still!
Be still!
By Christ, I'll beat you brainless!
Can't come outside,
'cause no gas-mask!
And Bubby DIE!
Now be still!
Poison!
Poison!
If the poison don't get you?
Then God will.
Don't you bloody forget it.
Don't you bloody forget it!
Where Kat from?
Outside.
How come he ain't...
...no gas-mask?
Don't need it.
Don't breathe.
How don't breathe?
That... ain't breathin'.
Eat!
I know you're in there, Florence!
I'll be back!
What?
Want to go out, do you?
Want to go out to see
what it's like, do you?!
Want to go outside?!
Cough, choke?!
DIE?!
I know, you're in there, Florence!
I'll be back!
Bubby a good little boy.
Mummy's little boy.
Shut up!
Don't be disgusting!
Anybody there?
Come on!
I know you're in there!
Go away!
Florence? Open up or
I'll bust the door down!
I know it's you!
I've seen you come and go!
That's funny... That's funny...!
I didn't know I had a son!
Not so funny.
Christ, Florence! You've got
to see the funny side of things!
I've been waiting for you
Yes... well...
I meant to come back
sooner, didn't I?
Just...
Well, just I didn't get
round to it before.
I'm here now, ain't I?
Yes...
Yes, you are...
You're here now.
God...
Thirty-five years...
Gone quick!
You still look good, Flo.
You always were
a good-looking broad!
You always were the charmer...
Yep.
Charmed a few girls in my time.
And yet I never knowed I had a son!
Good, healthy-looking specimen, too.
You done well, Flo.
Hey, son!
You can call me Pop!
I'm your Pop!
Pop.
Pop.
He's gettin' the idea.
Pop.
Pop-pop-pop...
Pop.
- Pop-pop-pop-pop...
- Yeah, yeah...
Alright, don't go making
a big thing of it.
Listen, Flo.
I know I should have been back
sooner and I'm sorry and all that.
But do you reckon, you know...
You and me...
You know...
Will you still have me, Flo?
I don't know.
You bein' a man of God now...
Oh, that...
Did a bit of preaching
part-time, nothing in it.
How about it, then?
Make an honest women of you!
Don't know if I can
trust you, Harold.
Hey, what's up, son? You got
a mental condition or something?
If you and me are gonna learn
to live together...
...we gotta have some respect!
Comprendez?
I think he comprends.
How about some refreshment, love?
Sorry, Harold.
Hey, son!
Me and your mother
would like to have a bit of a talk.
How about going outside?
Bubby ain't used to going outside.
By himself...
Son, you ain't a poofter, are you?
I don't want any son of mine
growing up to be a... homosexual.
I'd disown him first.
You got to try to understand...
Me and Bubby...
We been here... hm...
by ourselves a long time.
But he ain't like other kids.
He was such a difficult birth.
All alone in here,
no one to help you...
I didn't think
I'd pull through.
So you gotta try to understand.
As long as he ain't a poofter.
Oh, no. No, he ain't.
Dry old conversation, Flo!
Pardon?
Dry old conversation!
Oh, sorry!
We don't get very many visitors!
Any port in the storm...!
Any port in the storm...
I can see right down
your dress, Flo.
God, you've got great tits!
They were big before,
but now they're great
big whoppers of things!
You're just being nice!
No, seriously, Flo.
They're the sort of tits
a man can really lose himself in.
Bury his face and forget
about the troubles of-
What troubles, Harold?
What troubles can a man forget?
Let go, Bubby, let go!
Jesus...! He's mad!
The f***ing bastard!
Harold! Harold, it's...
- He was trying to kill me! - He was not!
- You mad, you bastard!
He didn't mean you any harm,
he was just trying to see
whether you breathed or not.
What?!
It's not his fault, he's got
some strange ideas.
You can't blame the kid.
He can't help it.
He never had a father.
Nearly killed the
only one he's got.
Christ, kid! You're a weirdo!
Weirdo.
Christ, kid. You're a weirdo.
Christ, kid.
You're a weirdo!
You've got lovely skin, Flo.
Soft, and sexy.
You're a sexy woman.
You make it hard
for a red-blooded man
to keep his hands off you.
You have lovely hands, Harold.
Be a pity not to
be using them.
What's that you've found, then?
Don't know.
Don't know what this could be.
It's me dress that's
what you've found.
Yeah...
But what's this,
under the dress?
You have already
had your look at it.
Is it...?
Is it?
You'll have to wait and see!
Gates of Paradise...
One of the seven
wonders of the world!
Yes.
It's not too big?
It's perfection, Flo.
Oh, that's lovely...
Hey, you see...?
Oh yeah, do that again...
Oh, that's nice...
HEY! Get the f*** out of here!
You pervert!
Give your mother some privacy!
Go back to bed, Bubby!
Why the hell you call him Bubby?
Bubby's a stupid name!
I was waiting for
you to get back.
But it suits him.
Yeah, a stupid name
for a stupid kid!
You're a sexy woman, Flo.
What the f***...?
The kid's completely crackers!
You're a weirdo!
Oh, Jesus Christ...
You're a sexy woman, Flo.
Am I?
Thank you.
God, you've got great tits!
Great, big whoppers of things!
One of the seven wonders
of the world, Flo!
It's perfection.
Oh, Bubby...
My little boy.
Gates of Paradise...
He's attacking me, Harold!
Jesus Christ!
F*** me!
Get the f*** out of here!
YOU MAD BASTARD!
You mad bastard!
You f***ing c*nt! You get
the bastard out of here!
- You got lovely skin, Flo.
- You're a weirdo!
GET OUT...!
Leave Bubby alone!
YOU DIRTY F***ING SH*T!
GET OUT!
Get the f*** out of here!
Oh, doormat. Excuse me.
The f***ing kid's
trying to be me again!
SHUT THE F*** UP, KID!
You useless sh*t,
you perverted bastard...!
You're good for nothing!
Nothing... except messing
things up... isn't he, Flo?!
Messed the place up good and
proper, didn't you, you little c*nt!
You useless c*nt!
- Why don't you piss off?!
Leave Bubby alone!
Leave Bubby alone!
You stupid useless kid,
you should've been left to die!
What did you say?!
He should've been, the kid
should've been left to die!
Oh, you bastard,
I kept him alive for you!
Wasn't worth the
trouble you fat cow!
You be still...
You be still...
YOU BE STILL!
You be still...
Now... you be still, Pop.
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