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getting a mob together...

...to ku-klux-klan the bastards.

I fight my own battles, Tommy.

It's not just you they've offended.

They have also offended me.

The way they f***ing leer at you.

I've got a pig's head.

I'm gonna post it to the bastards.

- F***ing leave it. Let it go.

No, them pack animals,

they stick together.

And us Celts, we've got

to stick together too, yeah?

If a baby was on fire,

they wouldn't piss on it.

A white baby, that is.

And yet, correct me if I'm wrong,

but we're doing all this

for their f***ing kids...

...with their tsunamis, monsoons

and what have you,

natural f***ing disasters.

Am I right, or am I right, huh?

You going to the bookies later?

- Aye.

Yeah?

- An accumulator.

If they all come in,

I'm gonna be a very rich man.

Gonna buy myself a zoo.

That's my f***ing thing.

I love f***ing animals, yeah?

I'd fill the place with exotic creatures, yeah?

Like off the Blue Planet.

Not your f***ing

run-of-the-mill common or garden,

or f***ing diddly f***ing zoo.

No way. There'd be a lion,

a tiger and a pink panther.

(Laughter)

He knows. A pink f***ing panther.

(Sniffs)...

Can I buy yous a drink?

- No.

An advance on me future fortune.

- No, we'll finish this and go.

Sorry. Did he offend you?

You offended me more.

I've got to go.

Would you do me a favour?

(Hannah) I pray, Father, God, that you

take this man's soul into your hands,

and be at his side.

Be his guide, Lord.

Embrace him with your love.

Take away his fear of the unknown,

Lord, and embrace him.

Let him know

he need not fear anything, Lord.

Life is just a part of existence

and death is eternal.

Lord, I ask in your wisdom,

if you see fit to intervene,

then help this man

on the road to recovery, Lord.

(Voice fades) Lord, we know

you see the bigger picture.

If, Lord, you think it's his time,

then we just ask you to embrace him.

Welcome him with love...

...(Door slams shut)...

Hey there.

- Hi. What you doing?

Getting a drink and thinking

about getting something to eat.

Have you eaten?

- Yeah.

OK. I'll get something light...

I came by your shop today.

And you wasn't there.

No. My friend's husband's dying,

so she asked me to pray for him.

Couldn't you pray in the shop?

Yeah, but he's only got a couple of days,

and she was upset,

so she wanted me

to be in the room with him.

You were spotted with a man.

What? That's rubbish.

Who'd make up that?

Family fortunes.

- What?

The wheel of fortunes.

Are you on something?

You don't dance with me any more.

- You should take me out, then.

You don't f*** me any more.

James.

Do I smell like a dead animal?

What?

You f*** like a dead animal.

What do you want me to say to that?

(Banging)

Joseph, what you doing, man?

Knocking down the shed.

Why, son?

- It reminds me of Bluey.

That's a nice thing, man.

- It's all the bad things, son.

All the stuff that's gonna rot

in my f***ing head.

(Man) Oi, fuckhead.

Do you want to keep

the f***ing noise down?

Fucko, I'll stick that thing

up your f***ing arse.

Right, you f***er.

Oi, silly c*nt.

Samuel, get away from there.

Can you not f***ing hear me, hey?

I told you to stop making a racket.

Banging that shed

like Captain f***ing Caveman.

Man, do that once more, and I swear

I'll let this f***er off the leash.

It'll rip your f***ing throat out.

(Dog barks)...

He's a beautiful dog.

- Aye.

You won't be saying that when

he's hanging off your f***ing face.

It's not your fault, buddy.

(Growls and barks)

It's not your fault.

There's a good boy.

You f***ing p*ssy.

Sam, I've told you.

You, stay away from that weird bastard.

I f***ing told you.

Get in there.

- (Woman) Hurry up.

Get in.

There's these fresh lovely flowers

that they planted in the park.

Some sort of mural they were making.

Welcome to Buckingham.

Fuckingham.

(Laughs)

Welcome to Fuckingham Palace.

It was for the Queen's visit, yeah?

The thing is, Joseph,

they stopped the f***ing buses

on account of that cow.

That's my mode of transportation.

My A to f***ing B.

I missed Superman because of her.

My little boy is crying his eyes out.

I promised him the Man of Steel.

He says to me, 'F*** the Queen.

I want to see Superman.

'I want to see the Man of Steel.'

'F*** the Queen,' says he.

My own boy. Paddy.

(Laughs)

F*** the Queen.

I nearly would at this stage.

Jesus Christ.

It's an awful state of affairs.

It's dog all together.

It's dog.

Good night.

- Bye, mate.

Don't say good night to me

whatever you do.

Freedom.

(Tommy) Good night, Joseph,

you f***ing bastard.

(Laughter)...

...(Shouts) Oi, you c*nts. I'm here.

(Mutters)

What happened to you?

I fell over. I forgot to put

the mat down in the bath.

Sorry. Did you want to say something?

I thought I might say something.

- What?

Doesn't matter.

What, you haven't come to rage at me?

Swear at me? Depress me?

Question my beliefs?

Make assumptions about my cosy life?

No.

- Well, that's kind of you. Bye.

(Sobs)...

...(Shop bell rings)...

...(Woman) Morning.

- Hi.

Hey. Hello.

Oh, Hannah love,

what happened to you?

I slipped over in the bath.

Oh, silly you. It looks sore.

It is. It is sore.

But it looks worse than it is.

You need a bath mat, love.

- Good idea.

Adults in here. Kids in here.

- Brilliant. Thank you so much.

You take care.

- Yes, I will. I promise.

See you soon.

- Lovely to see you.

Bye.

- Bye.

(Knocks on door)

He's gone, Joseph.

(Banging)

Joseph.

Please, Joseph.

He'll get the dog on you.

Joseph.

He'll get the dog on you, man.

Please.

Look, I know you're sad,

but, please. He'll kill us both.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Hannah.

I don't know what happened to me.

I don't know what's wrong with me.

I'm ill, Hannah.

I don't deserve you.

It's OK. It's OK.

I'm here for you. I forgive you.

I pray to God,

but he doesn't hear me.

It's OK.

- And I can't take it any more.

It's OK. I'm here for you.

(Sobs)

I'll keep praying...Hannah.

I'll just keep praying...

because it's not the real me.

It's not. It's not the real you.

- Do you remember the real me?

Yeah, I remember the real you.

It's OK. I pray for you.

I'll pray for you, James.

- You'll pray for me?

I don't deserve you.

And I do love you so much.

- It's OK. I'm here for you. It's OK.

I don't deserve you.

- It's OK.

(Continues to sob)...

I love you so much.

- I love you too.

I love you.

I love you.

It's OK.

(Shop bell rings)

My friend died yesterday.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I miss the c*nt.

- I'm sure he misses you too.

Who hit you?

I had a fall.

Anyway, I need a suit for the funeral.

Wondered if you had something

that might fit.

Yeah, we've got a couple of suits

you can give a go.

What do you think?

- It looks very smart.

Aye?

Trousers are a bit big, but f*** it.

Can I use your mirror?

- Yeah.

Oh, aye?

Still a handsome bastard.

You are.

This will finish it off nicely...

Hey-

- Sorry...

No, I'm... I'm sorry. Go ahead.

Go ahead, go ahead.

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