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Who won the fight, Ian or Ian?

It's like Ian knocked Ian out to me.

Twatted himself

with a right good uppercut.

- Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant.

- Girls, girls, not now.

Hang on. Come with me.

Come with the Hookster.

I'll show you my...

I'll go find Gillian.

Taking your medication?

For what it's worth.

Chin up. Could be worse.

Could be the lead singer in The Fall.

Ian.

- Are you OK?

- Yeah.

- I'm so sorry.

- I had a fit.

I'm all right now.

Ian, Debbie on the phone for you.

- Hello?

- Hi.

Hi.

Ian, you are so depressing.

I'm so happy to sit with you here.

Me too.

I don't know what to say.

I never felt this way before.

But...

...at the same time I feel like

I don't really know

anything about you, and...

...you don't know me, and...

Well, what do you want to know?

Tell me your favourite movie.

Hmm...

I really like... The Sound of Music.

- What?

- Nothing.

- Anything else?

- Your favourite colour.

Mine is purple.

Blue. Man City blue.

What is Man City blue?

Well, Man City is a football club.

And they wear blue.

- Ian...

- Hmm?

I'm a little scared.

Scared of what?

Scared of falling in love with you.

Hiya.

I'm so glad you're home.

I'll make you a cup of tea.

I don't want to hurt you, Debbie.

Ian?

Come to bed, eh?

- Taken my pills.

- Ian?

Ambulance, please.

Charcoal.

Mr Curtis, I am here to tell you

that you are well enough to leave,

but you must get some rest

for several days.

Just be aware that your condition

is extremely weak at the moment.

But I am discharging you.

Thank you.

Well, that's that, then.

I don't want to be

in the band anymore.

Unknown Pleasures was it.

I was happy.

I never meant for it to grow like this.

When I'm up there, singing...

... they don't understand

how much I give.

And how it affects me.

Panic's over. He's here.

Now they want more.

- They expect me to give more.

- Just enjoy yourself.

And I don't know if I can.

It's like it's not happening to me,

but... someone pretending to be me,

someone dressed in my skin.

Now we're going to America.

I have no control anymore.

I don't know what to do.

I was pissed.

You're on.

- I need a few minutes.

- What?

Go and get Alan from Crispy Ambulance,

and f***in' hurry up.

I'm sorry.

Take as long as you need.

How long do you need?

You know the words to our songs,

don't you?

- Most of them. What?

- Get on.

First two tracks, Disorder, Colony,

till Ian feels better. Twenty quid.

- Serious?

- I look like I'm f***ing jokin'?

Off! Off! Off!

Sh*t!

You all right, Ian, mate?

Ready to go on?

Ian! Ian! Ian! Ian!

Ian, talk to me.

- OK.

- OK.

- Where's my 20 quid?

- In my "f*** off" pocket.

Twenty quid. Go on.

I want 50.

You f***er.

Get Hooky off the stage now!

Get off! F***in' get off!

You, you f***er!

Get the f*** out!

I don't get it, Ian.

I don't get why you're

doing this to yourself.

- It's all coming apart.

- No, it's all coming together.

Tonight was great.

It'll go down in history.

You remember Lou Reed

at the Free Trade Hall?

- The riot?

- That's right, the f***in' riot.

Best gig I've ever been to.

It all used to be so simple,

everything.

Now everyone hates me.

I've made everyone hate me.

No one hates you.

- Even the people who love me hate me.

- Debbie?

- And Natalie.

- How can Natalie hate you?

- For Christ's sake.

- She will, though. I know she will.

You're a good dad, Ian.

No, Tony, I'm not. I know I'm not.

If I was a good dad,

then I wouldn't be doing all... this.

And what about Annik?

She loves you. You love her.

- I hate her.

- And you love her.

You can't pin all that on us.

We didn't start the f***in' riot.

Mate, you're pissing up

the wrong tree here.

You think I owe you money

for the damages? Guess what?

I don't. So shut the f*** up

and start suing,

'cause that's the only way you're

gonna get a f***in' bean out of me.

Wanker.

Who the f***...?

- Hello.

- It's Ian.

Oh, f***in' shine a light!

Aren't you in enough trouble?

- We need somewhere to stay.

- Try a hotel.

I'm skint, and you still

owe me some money.

F***in' hell! Have I got Barclays

tattooed on my forehead?

Get in.

Tea's in the pot, bedroom's in there.

Spare noddys in the drawer.

Is this a bad time?

No! I'm just in the mood

for a desperate social call

from you and Joan of Arc.

Yes?

Debbie! Great!

And what the f*** can I do for you?

Need some money, a place to crash?

F***in' light bulb need changin'?

And you don't know where he is.

Quelle surprise.

Something about Derby?

Well, it's nice to know you two

are talking properly again.

Listen, Debbie,

I don't know where the f*** he is.

As usual, I know f*** all.

Don't I?

Don't I?

Rob, who are you talking to?

Ian.

What, he's there with you?

Is she with him?

Yeah. We're all here.

One big f***in' happy family.

She wants a divorce.

You can sleep here.

Stay as long as you like, Ian.

- You hungry?

- Yeah.

Ian? I've got an idea.

I've been studying hypnosis.

Ian?

Let me in, love.

Just want to talk.

You're mine. Irretrievably.

I'm a little scared.

Scared of falling in love with you.

This has to be for good.

I'm sorry.

I owe you everything.

I love you.

What does that mean?

I've never felt this way before.

So it was my life began...

- I don't deserve this.

- So is it now I am a man

I didn't do enough.

So it be you and I shall grow old

I should have tried harder.

Or let me die

And I could wish my days to be

Bound each to each

By natural...

Hi.

Hi.

I miss you.

- Is everything all right?

- I don't know, Annik.

I don't know.

It all feels wrong.

Ian, you are confusing me.

I know. I know I am.

Dear Annik,

I know I'm intruding on your life,

not you on mine.

I felt as if things were becoming

a bit clearer earlier on,

but can now see everything

falling to pieces before my eyes.

I'm paying dearly for past mistakes.

I never realised how

one mistake in my life

some four or five years ago

would make me feel how I do.

I struggle between what I know

is right in my own mind,

and some warped truthfulness

as seen through other people's eyes

who have no heart, and

can't see the difference anyway.

Eh-up, you.

Come on in.

I saw Apocalypse Now at the cinema.

I couldn't take me eyes

away from the screen.

What you been up to, then, eh?

On the record, there's Marlon Brando

reading The Hollow Men,

the struggle between man's conscience

and his heart until things go too far,

get out of hand,

and can never be repaired.

Is everything so worthless in the end?

Is there any more?

What lies beyond?

What is left to carry on?

Ian, your room's still here.

You know that, don't you?

I know, Mum.

Thanks.

I have the feeling

the epileptic condition will worsen.

It frightens me.

It's a lie to say

"I'm not afraid any more".

There's nothing the doctors can do

but try tablets.

I felt I had to tell you this

even though it might change

your feelings for me.

I've been thinking of you constantly,

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