Give Them Wings (2021) - full transcript

Intro.

♪ Phoenix ident music plays ♪

♪ GTW Productions ident music
plays ♪

♪ Shaking the Tree Productions
ident music plays ♪

[tiger roars]

♪ Delicate strings play ♪

♪ intro music plays ♪

[birds sing]

[milk bottles clink outside]

[motorcycle passes outside]

[(Paul stirs]



[Light clicks on]

Of course it was a dream, you
silly prick

Oh shit.

Mum.

Mum.

[car passes outside]

[Paul sighs]

Mum.

[door closes]

Mum.

Oh, hello love.

How's your Paul getting on?

Not too bad.

Bless him.



And Norman?

Usual.

Can't stay.

I'm late for work.

She's always late that one.

Ah leave her alone will you
woman.

She's got enouigh on her plate
without you sticking your oar in.

God.

Oh shut up.

Morning.

Is there ought in there for me?

It's all for your lad again.

[Alice sighs]

Doesn't give up, does he?

No surprises there then.

- At least he keeps you in a job.
- Indeed.

[sound of football play]

(Brian Little): Work hard in the
middle.

[sound of play continues]

- Jesus.
- Sorry mate.

Didn't do it on purpose like.

[stuttering]

What's up Ando?

You out on the piss again last
night?

Aye, keep your friggin gob shut
mate.

You'll get me hung.

[laughs]

Knew it.

I feel rough as a dog.

(Brian): Oy!

When you've finished talking to
your girlfriend.

Ssssh!

Alright Brian?

Are you gonna get any work done?

Aye.

I know it's only voluntary but there's
plenty of work to be done you know.

Aye, nay bother Brian, I'm on me
way.

Good lad.

Alright boys, let's go. Keep it
moving.

♪♪

[pigeon wings flap, grain falls]

[pigeons' coo]

Norman Hodgson: Inaudible chat
to pigeons.

[bucket thumps]

Doctor: Right.

I'll give you a course of
painkillers and a two week sick note.

If you don't feel any better
after that.

Come back..

And I'll take another look at
ya.

OK?

Yep.

[grunting]

Alright.

Thanks doc.

Right.

There you go.

Alice Hodgson: Did you tell your
dad tea's ready?

[♪ Radio plays ♪]

[stuttering]

No.

Oh.

Here he is.

Thought I'd,

fetch you these.

You did, did ya?

Want a round of applause as well
do ya?

How longs your back gonna be out
this time eh?

The doctor said two weeks.

Is that Alright with you?

Yeah.

We've got a sew spuds to see us
through.

[Alice sighs]

You know you can't do right for
doing wrong in this bloody house.

[♪ Melancholic music plays ♪]

[Alice cries]

Mum.

Don't listen to him.

[to herself]
Why?

Why?

You know what he's like.

[Alice crying]

Are you ok?

No wait.

There you go.

Clockwise.

Oh he's a bugger, he's a bugger.

[darts bang and rumble through
the wall]

Alice: Hello lad.

Cheers mum.

It's a waste of bloody time if
you ask me.

Yeah well, nobody did.

[stuttering]

What do you want me to do dad?
Eh?

Just sit here like a cabbage?

Well whose gonna give you a job?

You can't even speak properly.

Never mind him.

Just you concentrate on what
you're doing eh.

[stuttering]

How the hell can I mum?

He's doing me head in.

Norman,

clear off!

Go on, bugger off!

You're doing him no favours you
know.

Filling his head with all this
shite.

Shite eh?

Yeah shite.

'Cos come on tell me..

...tell me, what good has it done
him so far?

Just leave it mum.

You're wasting your breath.

If..

...you're gonna go out.

For God sakes go!

GO!

Ignorant.

Barstard!

I've had enough of this.

As soon as I can..

...I'm moving out!

So sorry son, I'm so sorry.

QUEEN: ♪ Radio GaGa plays ♪

[laughter, glasses chink, people
chatter]

Are you gonna take that
stupid jumper off or what?

Aye it is a bit shit mate,

it is shit though in it?

[laughter]

[Paul stuttering]

...looks like one of me sisters.

[more laughter]

Or perhaps you bought especially
for dancing with Steve?

Ahh you cheeky get

Anyway when are you gonna stop
drinking you bloody cripple?

Aye, I might be a cripple..

...but I can still hold a pint.

We'll see about that then. mate

Come on.

Oh here we go.

Right then.

You'll love this.

What you up to?

Man you twat

Inaudible banter.

Here we go.

Aye, don't look at me mate,
nothing to do with me.

More inaudible banter.

Paul: Tell 'em, tell 'em

[mimicking Paul's stutter] Let's see if you
can hold a flaming pint now then shall we?

Right ok, here we go.

[more banter and shouting]

[Ian makes pretend car noises]

Brake test uurrrgh!

Steady on you twat..

...I nearly ended up on my arse
man!

I am gagging for a piss.

- Oh tie a knot in in man.
- Oh

[Ian grunts]

Hello lads.

Hiya.

Hiya.

Where have you been?

Oh er..

...church.

Aye we've been praying for him
to walk again..

...but it's not been working.

[laughter]

[Ethel sighs]

Would he like a sweet?

Well ask him.

Oh sorry.

Would you like a sweet?

Aye.

And I'll have a fag as well.

Oh aye.

A fag?

- Aye
- He don't smoke does he?

Oh I try and get him to stop
Ethel.

Like a chimney.

Honestly.

It helps calm me nerves.

Ian: Aye, aye.

Chain smoker's what he is.

[Paul laughs]

And I'll have a..

[stuttering]

...beer As well.

- Actually I'll have a beer As well if you've got two?
- A beer?

No he doesn't drink As well?

With his condition?

All the time.

- I try and get him to stop.
- Like a fish.

Oh I tell you what..

...he's a bugger for them
strippers As well mind.

Have you got a stripper in that
bag?

With big boobs?

Aye that's a point..

He does prefer them curvier.

He's not too fussy.

Oh my God!

This is terrible..

I don't want to hear anymore.

I'll be speaking to your mum
about this.

[laughter]

Honestly.

[more laughter]

♪ Light music plays ♪

Bye grandma.

And don't you grandma me!

[more laughter]

Ian: Oh man, I'm gonna wet
myself.

Hiya mam.

Sweetheart

[door closes]

[scrubbing sounds]

[stammering]

What's he done now?

Bugger's only gone and signed
off for another week.

I don't know where he thinks
everything comes from..

He doesn't bring in a bloody
penny..

He thinks it all comes from his
allotment.

A few spuds.

He's a lazy git, that's his
problem.

Have..

[stuttering]

Have you ever..

Thought about..

About leaving him?

Many a time.

[Alice sighs]

Why?

Paul: Nought.

It's just..

I've been offered that council
flat.

Are you gonna take it?

I've been thinking about it.

Have you been to see it yet?

I..

I don't care how it looks.

[stuttering]

Why don't you move in with me?

What if I don't?

I suppose I'd have to get a
carer.

[newspaper rustles]

([knock on the door)

Alice: Is that you Ian?

Thought you'd forgotten.

Aye, sorry Mrs H, got
side-tracked.

Postman: Good morning.

Alice: Morning.

All for Paul again.

Hope there's some good
luck in amongst that lot for him.

[Alice laughs]

Cya.

Cya.

Right..

What wants doing?

You can start by loading those
into the van..

If you don't mind?

Righty oh.

How's your mum this morning?

- Alright is she?
- Oh aye.

Fine.

And how's his Lordship?

He's getting ready in the
lounge.

Takes forever.

[Ian laughs]

You're telling me.

[Paul sighs, frustrated]

Mum!

Ah son!

You gonna give me a hand?

You're in a right pickle!

Lean forward.

[Alice sighs, struggling]

[heavy breathing as she lifts
Paul]

Right, you're putting weight on.

Alright.

Hand.

Hand.

[Alice sighs, clothes rustle]

Collar.

Oh the heck!

What are you thinking about!

[(Paul stammers]

Alright.

Mum.

[stuttering]

I've been thinking.

Having second thoughts are ya?

No.

[stammering]

I hope he'd understand.

There's nothing we can do about
that now.

It's up to him.

Isn't it?

Aye.

[stuttering]

I suppose you're right.

Ian: Right.

We all set?

Aye.

Aye.

On.. onwards and upwards.. eh?

Ian: Come on then.

Just you lot then?

Precious cargo eh?

Arms under his elbows, here we
go.

- Ready?
- Yeah

Three.

Two.

One.

[van door slides open]

Ian: Let's get you in there

You in mate?

Paul: Yeah aye.

[Ian grunts, straining]

Come on.

Carriage awaits.

[van door slides shut]

Oooopppllaa

Cheeky bugger!

Just helping Mrs H.

[Ernest laughs]

[van door shuts]

[van door shuts]

[Ian sniffs]

Did you just touch my mam's
arse?

Aye.

Been wanting to do that since I
were twelve.

[engine starts]

[horn beeps]

♪ Upbeat guitar music plays ♪

Is the electric on?

First things first, let's get
the kettle on.

It's not flaming on.

Ah it don't matter

I'll get on to 'em.

[wheelchair thumps]

[laughter]

Get him in.

- Ow!
- Give him a shove!

I'm making a hole.

- [more laughter]
- Paul: Break the house man!

Get him in!

[more laughter]

Paul: Tip us off me chair!

Oh shit!

Oh shit!

Language!

[door closes]

Alice!

Alice!

[letter rustles]

♪ Sombre music plays ♪

Alice VO: Dear Norman, enough is
enough..

There is no future for us
together..

So Paul and I have taken our own
flat..

Do not follow us..

Enjoy your life alone with your
pigeons..

And your darts..

Alice.

[door knocks

[door clicks open]

Where's your mother?

She.. she's at Bingo.

Why didn't she say ought?

She did.

Plenty of times.

You just didn't listen.

[Norman tuts]

Look, your home..

Is in Dundee street with me and
your mother.

Not anymore it's not..

Besides, it never felt like
home.

You made damn sure of that.

Who's paying for this place
anyway eh?

Your mother?

No..

I.. I am

You?

Aye well we'll see how long that
lasts shall we eh?

She's only here because of you,
you know.

I didn't force her to come.

Oh come on..

She's not gonna let you fend for
yourself is she?

And be careful what you
leave behind next time.

[letter falls]

[pots banging]

Finally seen sense have you?

Alice: What?

Alice: You think I'm here to
see if you'd take me back?

I wouldn't take you back if your
arse was decked in diamonds.

Then what are you here for then
woman?

To set you straight.

[pigeons coo]

Why don't you take a long hard
look at yourself?

Your son..

Has more compassion in his little
finger than you have in your whole body.

Look at you!

♪♪

You show them damn pigeons
more affection than you ever did us.

Why he still wants to bother
with you..

God only knows.

You never showed him any
interest.

He's your son for Christ's
sakes!

♪ Upbeat music plays ♪

[Paul inhales]

Get in!

[laughs]

Mum!

Out with the old..

In with the new.

Stop fussing mum, will ya.

My son a civil servant..

Who'd have thought it?

Eh?

Right.

There you go lad..

Off you go.

Thanks mum.

You not coming to see me out?

Go.

Go!

As they come into the final furlong,
Nashwan is five lengths clear..

Of the rest of the pack and he
is romping home!

Get in there!

He!

What you laughing at?

Just doing some riding son.

I'm good at riding..

Ask your sister.

[sniffs]

Ay!

No, it's Alright, you can have
her.

Actually, you're Alright mate.

Anyway, that's for you.

And I've got mine..

[taps pocket]

Just here.

[stuttering]

Be good if we could win like
this every day eh?

Aye, you're not wrong mate.

Mum!

Mum!

[stammering]

Can you make us two brews
please?

Alice: I'm already doing it
love..

Just hang on.

Ay!

It looks like we're gonna have
another scratch team today mind.

Aye..

But what can you do..

When so many injured eh?

Aye, this is it, isn't it?

Hiya Mrs H.

Mind..

It's still warm.

Thank you very much Mrs H.

Mum..

I asked for two brews?

Sorry son.

What am I like?

Eh Mrs H.

You're looking lovely.

[Alice laughs]

Ya..

...cheeky get!

Eh, she's looking well mind.

♪♪

Eh, I warned ya.

You can have my sister..

But hands off me mum.

I'll do me best mate..

I'm only human.

Eh!

I bet you can't..

Get all them in your gob at
once.

Oh aye.

How much?

Right, Ok then.

No chance.

Here we go son.

I've always said you've got a
big mouth,

Aye well, it's gotta be used
for something mate, here we go!

- [muffled]
- look at that, look at that!

- [muffled]
- Get in!

Does your mum never feed you?

[muffled grunts]

Surely to God, you can't be that
hungry?

Have you boys nought better to
do..

Than mess up my carpet with
crumbs?

- [muffled]
- I'll clean it up.

[Paul laughs]

Sorry mum.

We had a good day at the races
yesterday.

Here.

Go treat yourself.

You sure?

Then I just might go and look
downtown later.

Ian: Eh Mrs H.

[grunts]

You're all mucky!

Not there I'm not.

Eh!

What did I say?

I'm never gonna wash that cheek
again.

You're a cheeky git, you are.

Well come on then.

Cough up.

Er.. No, most of it ended up
down there.

You owe me.

Do I heck.

You gonna put another bet on or
what?

[stammering]

Not before a bit of Freddy.

Come on, you know the drill.

- [sighs]
- Oh fine.

Paul: Ian.

I've been thinking of growing a
Tash.

A Tash?

What the bloody hell for?

Well, for luck.

For luck?

We got beat last time Freddy was
on.

Ian: Right..

See if I can find the right spot
mate.

Paul: Yep.

Ian: here we go.

♪ Queen, Radio GaGa plays ♪

Ian: should be about right.

Paul: yep.

There we go.

Are you ready? Are you in biz?

Ian, Paul: ♪ All we hear is.. ♪

[claps]

...♪ radio Darlo. ♪

[more claps]

...♪ radio Darlo. ♪

...♪ radio ♪

Eh!

That's a voice that, in it?

A..Aye..

Don't.. Don't quit your day job.

[laughter]

Mum!

Why's my cup empty?

♪ Ominous music plays ♪

Bingo caller: Ladies and
gentlemen.

We're playing on your yellow
card tonight..

For a jackpot of £200.

Eyes down for a full house.

Alice: Could be my numbers.

Your first number is..

Seven and two..

Bingo caller: isle of teens..

Shall we stay for the flyer?

- On it's own
- It's five hundred quid.

- Oh my..
- Number 6.

What we could do with that eh?

Five and six..

It's 56.

Eight and four..

84.

On its own..

Lucky 7.

Bingo caller: Three o..

[Alice drops pens]

Blind 30.

[Alice gasps]

♪ Ominous music plays ♪

[more gasps]

Are you Alright?

- [You look terrible.
- (pens drop again]

[Alice gags]

Bingo caller: ..and Eight..

[glass slams]

58.

Four and nine - I don't think
we should stay for the flyer tonight.

Bingo player: Sssshh,

No talking while..

- ...The bingo's on.
- Six and one.

You stay.

61.

It's nothing..

- An early night'll sort it
- Seven and seven.

- Oh no way..
- Sunset strip.

- I'm making sure you get home, soon as.
- 87.

- And that, is that.
- Eight and one.

81.

It's ok.

Eight and nine.

89.

Six and five.

Retirement age..

65.

Three and six..

It's 36.

Four and four..

It's 44.

[all singing]
♪ darlo 'til I die ♪

♪ I'm darlo 'til I die ♪

♪ I know I am ♪

♪ I'm sure I am ♪

♪ I'm darlo 'til I die ♪

♪ darlo 'til I die ♪

♪ I'm darlo 'til I die ♪

♪ I know I am ♪

♪ I'm sure I am ♪

♪ I'm darlo 'til I die ♪

[laughter]

♪ Who's that team we call the
darlo ♪

♪ Who's that team we all adore
♪

♪ Ba ba ba ba ba ♪

- Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up.
- [still chanting]

- Shut up, shut up.
- [still chanting]

- ♪ 'til I die... I'm... ♪
- eh two seconds.

♪ Darlo... 'til I die.. ♪
[Paul chantng alone]

- ♪ I'm.. Darlo.. ♪
- Shut up, eh, come here,

- Ssush, shut up.
- Do you wanna kiss me?

- No I don't, just shut up for a second.
- [Paul laughing}

♪ I die ♪

♪ Ominous music ♪

- Shut up, shut up.
- Man..

Right lads,

we gotta bounce.

Hey listen, listen, just stay
two minutes..

Boys, boys, two minutes.

[inaudible chatter]

Richard: I'll let you, take it
easy yeah?

You .. get, out drunk..

By a cripple eh?

- [more chanting]
- ♪ ..call the Darlo.. ♪

♪ Who's that team we all adore ♪

[laughter]

Ian: Yeah, we need to go As well
mate.

Come on, come on.

Let's get you in your chair.

- [Paul still chanting]
- Shut up, eh!

Let me get you in your chair,
come on.

- Come on.
- I'm..

Just.. Just getting started.

- You're not getting started, we're going now, come on.
- I am.

Let's go.

♪ I'm Darlo.. ♪

- There we go, just get the feet.
- ♪ 'til I die.. ♪

♪ I'm Darlo 'til I die.. ♪

- Shut up!
- ♪ I know I am.. ♪

Eh, look at me, look at me.

Be quiet, two minutes.

♪ I'm darlo.. ♪

♪ Til I die ♪
Daniel: Go on!

♪♪

He'll be back for this.

Me scarf!

You've left my bloody scarf, you
idiot.

Shit!

Won't be long.

Right.

Be right here, two minutes.

And here he comes.

[cracks knuckles]

♪ Ominous music builds ♪

Sorry lads, can I just grab
the..

No.

You can't.

[spits on scarf]

Now jog on.

Oh shit.

Come on lad.

Shit.

♪ Scary music builds ♪

[Paul stammering]
I don't want any trouble.

Paul: Oh no.

[sounds of kicking]

[gasping]

[more kicking]

[haed smashes]

Oh shit!

Paul!

[grunts]

[laughter]

Ian: Oy!

Leave him alone, you bastard!

[smack]

[dog barks]

[Ian grunts]

Paul: No, no.

Honestly mate.

I'm gonna be a boxer.

[ian chuckles]

Well you can be a boxer if
you only want to come second.

[Paul laughs]

[stammering]

No, I took it like a champ.

You took it like something.

No, I didn't even cry man.

Let's have a cuppa eh?

Aye, it's locked.

What?

Have you got a key?

No, I don't think I have.

[door knocks]

But, she must be back by now.

♪ Ominous music plays ♪

Ian: Well the lights are on.

[Paul stuttering]

Well go round the back, see if
it's open

[letterbox flips]

[breaking glass]

♪ Ominous music builds ♪

Shit.

Mrs H?

Jesus Christ, Mrs H!

([distant voice)
Paul: ian!

Yaeh, in a minute mate!

It's you mum mate, she's had an
accident.

We need to get you in.

What?

We need to get you in mate.

[stammering]

Ma, mum!

[stammering]

- Ma, mum!
- I'll get an ambulance.

Ma, mum!

Can you hear me?

Mum!

[stammering]

Are you Ok?

[stammering]

What happened mum?

[echoing]
Mum!

Do you think she's getting any
better?

She's not half the woman she
was.

Well what do you expect dad eh?

She's had a stroke, for God's
sake!

And don't think she's going back
to your place when she comes out.

You can't even look after
yourself

Yeah, well some people have
more faith in me than you do..

Dad!

Look..

She's better off with me, where
she belongs!

Dad!

Hiya mum.

You glad to be home?

Good to see you Alice.

Same time tomorrow?

Aye.

Thanks Ernest.

Nay bother lad.

♪♪

Good to have you back mum.

[Alice whimpers]

No Lizzy yet?

What's that mum?

[Alice mumbles]

She knew you'd be home today.

Anyways, how are you feeling?

Have you had a cuppa..

Or anything to eat yet?

No?

Alright..

[stammering]

I'll go see what we've got in..

[stammering]

I'll just be back in a sec.

I'm coming back..

I'm just gonna go have a look in
the fridge.

[fridge door shuts]

[can opener drops]

[sighs]

[wimpers]

Come on.

Get up.

Dinner's ready.

M..Mum.

Do you know what time it is?

It's 3am!

♪♪

Gordon Bennet!

What's been going on in here?

What have you been doing?

[mumbling]
For you, dinner.

Paul: Mum.

[whispering] Eh, what's
this? No, no, It's Alright,

it's, it's Alright mum

Don't cry, it's fine. I'll
tidy this up, it's Alright.

It's Alright, eh.

[door knocks]

[door knocks]

[door clicks open]

Jane: Hi.

I'm Jane, your mum's night
carer.

♪ Piano music plays ♪

Are you go mm a keep me
on the doorstep all night Paul?

Er..

No.

Come in.

Jane: Cheers.

Do you mind if I put this over a
radiator to dry?

Er.. What's happened to it?

Urrrgghh, you don't wanna to
know.

♪♪

Moon's out.

Do you wanna biscuit?

[stammering]

Yeah.

There you go.

Thanks.

Your mum's settled well tonight.

Yeah.

She does but..

Then she gets back up later.

[tea cups clatter]

I'll keep a listen out.

How's the new job?

Yeah, It's good..

I'm just happy to be working.

Finally.

Well, they're luck yo have you.

Here you go.

Er.. No, just the cup, I..I..

Oh, sorry.

It's Alright.

There we go.

Thanks.

Ah, that's a good cuppa..

Jane: Thanks.

Just how.. Just how I like it.

Aim to please,

Here, let me see.

Oh.

Got a nasty rash there Paul.

It looks like Shingles.

If I were you, I'd go to the
Doctor's.

Er... Cheers.

Cheers.

[cups clink]

♪ I wanna let it go ♪

♪ I wanna let you know now ♪

Tea?

Yeah.

Thanks.

You've..

You've got a lovely voice,

Do.. do you do kareoke?

I'd love to..

But I'm scared I'd make a fool
of myself.

Sounds Alright to me.

Besides I don't get out much
with my bloke.

So he's a boring fart then?

[Jane Laughs]

I didn't mean it to sound like
that.

He's jus a lot older than me.

What's a lot?

Fifteen years.

[laughs]

God, that is a lot older.

So how come you's ended up
together?

You mind your own business
nosey.

[laughs]

So, you're into older men then?

Well, I didn't say that either.

Well, what are you saying?

He was just..

Like..

More sure of himself.

Only thing is, now he;s
away a lot on business, so..

That's why I do this.

Right, you ready?

Er, yep.

It's a bit itchy?

Yeah, a little bit.

Ok.

You're so tense.

Don't stop.

I was enjoying that.

♪ Romantic music plays ♪

[grunting]

Bollocks!

Ernest: Hey Paul!

You Alright?

Oh.

Thank God you're here.

Oh God, look at that.

Alright, no worries.

I'll get you sorted out, eh?

Come this way, come this way.

Ah that's it... that's it.

That's it.

Cheers Ernest.

Push it.

There we go.

As you go.

[inaudible chat]

Oh bloody 'ell, how am I gonna
explain this?

Ernest: Alright, ok.

Let's go to my workshop.

Come on Ironside, this way.

[exhales]

You solved any crimes yet?

[maniacal laughter]

What's up with him?

Has he been drinking again?

Don't be daft woman.

There's something wrong with
his chair!

Are you sure you're not drunk?

You should've seen him last
time..

- Bloody disgraceful it was
- [Ernest grumbling]

Ernest: God!

Would you leave him alone!

...God's sake.

Don't get mud on my carpet.

I'm just trying to get over the
bloody threshold 'aint I? There we go.

Ernest: Come on, easy as she
goes.

Ethel: [under her breath]
Oh, I don't know.

Ernest: I've broken me back.

Ethel: Make sure you take your best clothes
off before you go in that mucky workshop.

[door closes]

Welcome to my lair.

♪♪

[exhales]

Even the wife's not been in
here before.

I tell her it's cursed by
ancient spirits.

Well, me mainly.

[laughs]

Come on.

Here we go, up you get.

Right..

There we are.

[grunting]

Ernest: Yes.

Ok.

[stammering]

What's all this stuff for?

Well.

When I were in the army..

It were my job.

To keep the convoys..

...on the roads.. eh.

And ever since then..

...I've had a crazy fascination..

With fixing things that move..

From cars..

To trucks..

Tanks..

...to motorcycles.

...and.. now..

...even wheelchairs.

[laughs]

[inhales]

Yeah, screw loose.

There we go.

Let's get you up.

Easy.. Over she goes.

There we go.

Down she goes, in for a pound.

There we go, right, ah..
Marvellous.

Cheers Ernest.

'Ere..

You couldn't make it fly could
you?

Aahh!

I don't know about that lad.

♪♪

[door knocks]

[stammering]

Hi dad.

[stammering]

I didn't know if you'd be in.

Happy birthday.

[mumbling]

You should't have.

But erm..

...yeah thanks.

[door closes]

[birds tweet]

[Ethel sighs]

[door closes]

Don't mind me.

Hey, you'll never guess what.

What?

That bloody Norman, the
ungrateful sod.

He's just slammed the door in
Paul's face.

[sighs]

Well that doesn't surprise me on
bit.

No.

[exhales]

[window slides open]

[Paul grunts]

Do you want me to do it?

[glasses tinkle]

No.. I.. I've got it.

Ok.

[grunts]

Nearly.

Na, na.

Na, you didn't, ok.
[laughing]

Yeah, well I weakened it for ya.

Ah thanks, thanks. Say when.

When.

[laughs]

Thanks

[liquid pours]

So if you were single..

What would you look for in a
man?

I don't know.

Someone who makes me laugh.

[stammering]

Well I was gonna be a comedian..

...but I can't do the stand up.

[chuckles]

God, it's a good job you're
pretty.

[gasps]

What? That was funny!

That was awful.

[exhales]

[chuckles]

[glasses clink]

Cheers

Cheers

[winching]

[laughs]

[morning birds sing]

Ssshit!

Ay!

Where you going?

Come back.

Susan will be here soon.

Don't want to be in your
bed when she gets here.

What? It was good night though,
wasn't it?

Yeah, it was.

But I have to go now.

OK, you're right.

There's always tonight?

Easy tiger.

Now I really must go.

(Jane): Don't worry, I'll be
back later for you mum.

[door closes]

I've got to pick Paul up.

Alice, Alice. Don't worry.

Ian's bringing him back.

Besides, you can't come out with
wet hair.

So let's get that sorted first.

♪♪

He's followed Darlo for years,
hasn't he?

Aye.
[sighing]

I took him to his first game.

Back in 73.

Was his dad not into football?

He was.

Until Paul started wanting to
go.

Surprise, surprise..

...he lost interest.

[sighs]

It was so..

...foggy.

You couldn't see your
hand in front of your face.

Do you remember the score?

Aye.

We lost..

...seven to nought.

There.

All done.

So it's your fault he's such
a big Darlo fan then eh?

I took him as a treat.

Before he went to boarding
school.

Boarding school?

VO: Alice: That school
is not stretching him.

Norman: What difference is another school
gonna make to him shitting his pants?

Yes.

[pub chatter]

[glasses clink]

[crisp packet rustles]

Give it here.

[stammering]

No, no I've nearly got it.

[laughs]

Give it here.

Be here all day.

[stammering]

I'm just trying to be a gent.

You these..mm.

What's that?

Me muscles.

Oh!

There we go.

At least do it properly man.

[laughing]

Cheers.

Can we go now?

I'll explain later, come on.

[stammering]

- What's going on? Are we gonna do a runner?
- Hurry up, I'm gonna book a taxi.

Jane: I think we might have been
spotted by one of the lasses I work with.

I doubt it.

Yeah well I can't take the risk.

She likes nought better than a
juicy bit of gossip.

Do you realise what I stand
to lose if we get found out?

And God forbid, I mean,
what if my husband finds out?

Don't be silly, of course he
won't.

But what if does?

Why did you agree to come then?

I love being with ya.

But my God I mean..

...what was I thinking?

Look just please stop worrying..

...it'll be fine

Are you gonna be at work
tomorrow.

Do you want me to be?

What do you think?

♪♪

Aye up mate.

Where's your mum?

She.. She's at Karen's.

No wonder you didn't hear the
phone ringing.

What's going on?

Nothing, I'm fine.

Aye.

Well carry on like this and your
liver won't be.

Who are you eh?

Doctor bleeding Carter?

I'm just trying to help mate.

Yeah well.

I didn't ask for it, OK.

Go on..

...clear off.

You what?

You've no idea.

Look I understand how
difficult it can be to handle..

Everything - Look,
I've told you before ok..

...piss off!

Leave me alone.

♪ Ominous music ♪

Ian lad, come over here.

Ian: What's up?

Just come over here!

Eh? Hurry up!

Come on!

Ian: hang on.

Come on, come on, come on.

I'll show you, won't I.

I'll show ya!

Come on.

Come through here.

Come on.

Ernest: Look fast.

Ernest: Right.

On our way, come on.

Bloody hell!

Your mum's snoring well tonight.

I can hear her in the kitchen.

Not hungry?

Paul: This just, just isn't
working.

What do you mean by that?

[stammering]

I can't, can't do this anymore.

Seeing you every day and not
being able to..

Well what do you want me to do?

Leave?

[stammering]

Can't you swap shifts with
someone?

Just for now.

If that's what you really want?

♪ Ominous music builds ♪

[gas escaping]

Mum!

- What you doing?
- Ah Jesus.

[gas tap turns off]

Alice.

Alice, Alice.

Come, come over here.

Sit down, eh, eh.

Sit down, right, come on, it's
alright..

...relax, relax, it's alright.

It's impossible.

I can't have her at mine.

Me dad's the obvious choice.

[stammering]

But you've got the downstairs
toilet.

I couldn't stand her as a kid.

So either you let me dad take
her..

...or you put her in a bloody
home.

I'm not doing it.,

...and that's that!

So dad's it is then.

I'll call you tomorrow and we'll
sort it out.

I have to dash.

I'm meeting the girls for a
drink.

Aye well erm..

I best be going As well.

[stammering]

Hold on dad, dad.

Can I have a word?

Stay and have a beer?

I can't drink..

I'm driving.

Please.

Dad!

[stammering]

I'll want to visit mum you know.

♪♪

[whispering] Hello mum.

I brought you some of these.

Might pass the time a bit.

[sighs]

Has our Karen been in?

Love you mum.

Phone rings.

Karen: She's gone Paul.

She's gone.

Karen!

Karen!

Dad.

You're too late.

Norman.

You Alright.

She's gone.

Vicar: Welcome to St Mary's
church.

We are today to celebrate the
life..

...of Alice Hodgson.

Thank you.

You're very welcome, bless you.

Bless you.

Thanks that was lovely.

You're very welcome, bless you.

Bless you.

[indistinct mumbling]

I'm off to see to me pigeons.

Take no notice.

It's almost over now son.

[bag rustles]

I'll take this stuff to the
charity shop for you tomorrow.

Don't forget this.

Cheers mate.

[gentle crying]

♪ Sombre music plays ♪

[cupboard door closes]

Radio football commentator:
Hello and welcone to Feetham's..

On what is a beautiful evening
under the floodlights,

for the game against Barnet.

Surprisingly Brian Little has
gone with a 4, 4, 2 formation.

The starting Eleven is..

In goal, Mark prudhoe..

...in defence, McJannet,
Gray, Smith and Willis..

...the midfield four are made up
of..

...Gill, To man, Emson and Stevie
Mardenborough.

And upfront, John Borthwick
and David Cork complete the team.

I love you too.

[sobbing]

[gagging]

[door knocking violently]

Ian: Paul!

[door knocks again]

Paul, are you in mate?

[door rattles]

[door knocks again]

[echoing]
Paul!

Mr Carter?

I'm Doctor Phillips.

I'm dealing with Paul.

Could you take a seat for me
please?

Unfortunately Paul has slipped
into a coma.

We're doing everything we can.

Aye.

Thanks.

Is his dad and his sister
aware of what's happened?

Aye.. but erm..

His dad doesn't really bother
with him and erm..

I can't get hold of his sister.

Oh it's like that.

He's just got me.

Absolutely.

Look, I have to get back.

I'll keep you updated, OK?

Have you been to see our Paul
yet?

I've got me own problems.

[cupboard closes]

[water runs]

[water drains]

What's up with you?

Eh?

He might not pull through.

[sighs]

Dad.

For once in your life..

...where Paul is concerned.

Do the right thing.

Dad!

[scoffs]

[grunts]

Like you?

[heart monitor beeps]

♪♪

[baby gurgles]

Dr Mark um: Mr and Mrs Hodgson?

I'm Doctor Mark um.

I've been treating Paul.

[baby coos]

I'm afraid it's not good news.

He's very poorly.

And after running a sequence of
fluid tests..

We can confirm that..

Paul has contracted
Meningococcal meningitis.

Meningococcal meningitis?

It's an inflammation of the
brain and spinal chord.

I cannot stress enough..

The next few weeks are critical.

All we can do is wait and see..

...as Paul grows and develops as
to..

...what the effects are on his
mind..

...and body.

What you both need to think
about is..

Acceptance.

Meaning..

If you are..

Emotionally strong enough..

Or psycologically equipped..

...to deal with a severely
disabled child.

Or whether to place him into
proffesional care.

No Doctor, that will never
happen.

We'll see.

[heart monitor beeps]

Now then mate.

How's it going?

I wish you'd answer me.

Even if you just said..

...I'm knackerd.

[sniffs]

I'm getting a bit sick of
these one way conversations.

Listen, I.. er..

[sniffs]

I don't really know how
to tell you this, but er..

...we've been relegated.

There I've said it.

I can't believe it myself.

[sniffs]

Steve and Rich have been asking
after you.

I wish I had someting different
to tell 'em.

VO: Paul: Whoahh! Ha ha!

I can do what ever I want..

What you doing?

What does it look like I'm
doing?

I'm flying Ian!

Aye that's very impressive
Paul..

...I'm sure the ladies will love
it.

[echoing]
Whoahh!

Ian: I nearly forgot.

Brian and the lads, they've..
Er..

...they've sent you this.

I'll just pop it on here and you
can read it when you wake up.

♪ Suspenseful music plays ♪

Nurse.

Nurse!

That's it mate.

That's it, come on now.
Keep moving that hand.

He's moving his hand.

- I'll be back shortly
- Right.

Come on mate.

[sniffs]

Come on fella, it's me.

That's it.

That's it mate.

Come on, open your eyes, come
on.

That's it, I'm here mate.. Come
on!

That's it.

[Ian laughs]

[Ian sniffs]

Hiya bud.

Hiya mate.

[stammering]

What are you looking at?

[Ian laughs]

[stammering]

What are you crying for?

You've been in a coma mate.

Been in this room for over a
month.

I remember what I did now.

It's fine mate.

It's Alright.

[sniffs]

The important thing is you're
here isn't it?

[stammering]

Can I tell you something mate?

Ian: Aye.

Course you can.

It might sound daft.

I dreamt..I..

...I was flying.

[laughs]

[doorbell rings]

I'll get it.

[doorbell rings longer]

[door opens]

Paul: What we doing here.. man?

Ian: I told you, just trust me.

Ernest: Well it's about time,
I'd thought you'd forgotten.

Ian: Aye, sorry Ern.

[door closes]

Ethel: Hello lads!

What you doing here this time of
night?

Evening Mrs Hogg.

Just get back to your bloody sewing
and stop being so bloody nosey!

Well something's going on..

...all that banging and welding.

It's like a bloody factory out
there.

Ernest.

What are you up to?

All in good time.. Woman.

No mind your won bloody
business!

What's going on?

Ian: Don't you flipping start.

Ay!

Sorry Mrs Hogg.

♪♪

Through here, stay back.

Come on, this way, this way.

Come on!

Right.

[indistinct arguing]

Shut up will you man!

...by now..

Come through, come through.

- For God's sake
- No, no, no, no!

- I just want to know...
- [chaotic chatter]

I've told you, will you trust me
for once in your life?

Right!

[doors slam]

Ian: Yes I know we should be in
the pub but I've brought you here..

...it's a surprise, I've told
you.

[more inaudible chaotic arguing]

Now is someone gonna tell me
what the bloody hell's going on?

Gonna show him?

Show me what?

♪♪

Eh voila!

♪♪

Paul: What the...

You've made me a new wheelchair?

Ernest: Yes Paul..

I have made you a new
wheelchair..

But this one..

...is different..

You see..

This bugger..

Flies!

[laughing]

♪ Uplifting music plays ♪

[gasps]

[laughter]

The greatest act..

...that one man can do for
another..

Is give them wings.

[laughing]

[stammering]

I was only bloody joking.

[laughter]

I wasn't.

[more laughter]

Come on.

Paul: Woooow!

Joe: Cheers.

[pub chatter]

Here you go.

Norman: Thank you.

Joe: I see Darlo are doing well
this season.

Your lad still go?

Aye.. Er..

I think so.

Do you see much of him,
since he came out of hospital?

No.

[slams newspaper down]

Ernest: You never see him.

[bar stool thumps]

He's back at work now.

Do you know that?

Norman: Aye.

Our Karen mentioned it.

You get to know everything
second hand do you?

You ought to mind your own
bloody business.

What's that lad ever done to
you?

[scoffs]

Another game?

[drink thumps]

Aye, if you want.

Truth hurts?

Doesn't it?

You have no idea what it's been
like for me.

You've never had kids.

That maybe the case.

But I know one thing.

Relationships have to be worked
at.

[Norman scoffs]

Yeah well that's easy for you to
say.

I was robbed of the son I
should've had!

You have a son.

Isn't it about time you got to
know him?

Norman: Aaargh!

Before it's too late.

♪♪

Ernest: You know..

'..It's hard to tell who's more
disabled..

You.. or him?

♪♪

[dart thuds]

[dart thuds]

♪ Sombre music plays ♪

[door knocks lightly]

[door knocks again]

Alright?

♪♪

Can we go inside?

Dad?

Yeah.

Course we can.

[stammering]

How've you been anyway?

I haven't spoken to you..
Since..

...since mu.. mum died.

Well..

...I .. I .. I've been fine.

Norman: Come on.

Let's get you inside.

[gate rattles]

[Norman sighs]

Norman. Um..

...want a cup of tea?

Er.. No.

Th.. Thanks.

♪ Soft piano plays ♪

[stammering]

Can we talk?

Yeah..

...yeah sure.

[clears throat]

[chair scrapes]

[chair scrapes again]

[Norman sighs]

So erm..

...what is it?

[envelope rustles]

What's that?

M.. Mu.. Mum.

Took out an insurance policy,
years ago.

Well..

I..

...didn't know she'd done that.

Neither did I..

Til I..til I..

...until a couple of weeks ago.

That's what's left over..

...your share.

[envelope rustles]

No.

Your mother would haunt me.

And I've enough ghosts in my
cupboard.

Do you know.. erm..

...I wish I was.. erm..

Ah what's the word?

Adaptable.

I wish I was more adabtable.

I'm just er..

...a big..

...bloody dinosaur.

I should be extinct eh?

Radio commentator: Darlo are on
the attack..

...David Cork flicks the ball
onto Bortwick..

...he shoots from outside the
area.

- Just over the bar
- Ooohh!

Come on - Andy Milner
kicks off for Rochdale..

Passes to Butler, but the ball
runs loose.

Butler challenges To man..

...hard..

- Ah, you didrty buggers,
- OoooH.

To man goes down..

...that's a shocking foul.

It's a free-kick to Darling ton.

Andy To man swings the ball into
the box..

...Coatsworth..

- Goooooal!!
- Yeeeessss!!

Ah, ha, ha!

Yes!

Shouldn't you be at the game?

This is the most important game
of the season.

Yeah.

I know that you soft git..

I'm trying to sort this lot out,
aren't I.

Oh ya!

[laughter]

Joe: You go to the match.

Bloody hell!

[more laughter]

Shit!

[laughter]

[football crowd noise]

Bugger it, bugger it!

Don't worry Norman, I'll lock up
for ya.

[laughing]

Paul: What's going on here man?

Arrrgh, bloody hell!

What's going on here?

There's a burst water main or
something..

Come on!

I told you not to come this
way..

...didn't I?

Which way do you wanna go?
All the roads are the bloody same.

What are we gonna do?

I dunno, we're going to miss the
game..

...come on!

♪ Upbeat music plays ♪

I'll tell you what we're gonna
do.

We're gonna fly.

You what?

Yep.

Turn around, we need to go to
Ernest's.. now.

- You're bloody joking, aren't you..
- I'm not.

Away, hurry up!

Oh, Jesus Christ!

[puffing]

[keys drop]

Bugger it!

[cupboard door shuts]

[Norman sighs]

Yes!

[drawer shuts]

♪♪

It's gonna work..

...Aye, It's gonna work or we're
gonna die.

Paul: I hope they're in.

[door knocks]

Ian: Hello Mrs Hogg.

Paul: Hiya.

Hello lads.

What you doing here? I thought
you'd be going to the match?

Aye, is Ernest in?

Yeah.

Ernest!

Alright lads?

What can I do for you?
Shouldn't you be at the match?

There's a bloody burst water
main.

The only way we're gonna get to
the match..

...is in the glider.

Is it ready?

Glider?

You mean now?

Yeah.. Now!

[whispering]
It's ready..

...round the back.

[stammering]

Round the round the back

[door shuts]

[huffing]

[(indistinct chatter]

[dog barks in the distance]

- Take me eh?
- Here we go, go!

Right.

Ernest: There we go.

Right.. tie those on.

Here we go.

[grunts]

Come on, come on.

[indistinct panicking]

Safety!

[stammering]

Away, get, get me in.

One please mate.

Got anything smaller mate?

I haven't no.

Look, it doesn't matter about
the change.

- Right, go on then go on.
- Cheers.

[gate clatters]

Ernest: Right.

[door slides shut]

- [door slams]
- Ernest: Ethel!

What the bloody hell do you
think you're doing?

I'm driving.

And don't you try and stop me.

Ahhh. We're in trouble.

[door shuts]

You think I'm missing this?

Let's go!

[Ernest groans]

[engine roars]

♪♪

- [door slides open]
- Right, come on.

Get him out.

They're me hats.

There we go.

Ian: Yes mate.

[grunting]

Right, you go, all the way.

Ah, oh!

For goodness sake.

♪ Upbeat music builds ♪

Ay up Norman.

What are you doing here?

Where the bloody hell are Paul
and Ian?

I dunno.

I thought they'd be here.

[grunting]

♪ Music builds ♪

I can't take much more of this.

I think me heart's gonna give
out.

Are you Alright Norman?

Ah, yeah.

I'm just wondering where the
hell Paul is?

I mean..

...I can't believe he's missing
this.

Ernest: Right.

Ethel: This is ridiculous!

This thing's never gonna work..

...Oh, hold your tongue woman.

Ian: I'm not jumping off there
Ernest..

...Have you seen the bloody drop?

Yes you bloody well are!

Grow a set of balls man.

Will ya?

You're all stark raving bonkers.

Come on..

Let's get this thing up in the
air..

Hurry up!

This is madness.

You're telling me!

Come on.. Let's go!

Are you ready?

Yep!

No!

Right!

My count..

I'm gonna push forward..

...When you get to the brow of
the hill!

I wan't you to jump into the
harness.

Well how do I do that?

Just bloody do it!

Ian: Arrggh.

Ernest: One..

...two..

...three!

[screaming]

Geronimo!!!

Ethel: Yes.. you're gonna kill
them fool!!

♪ Peaceful music plays ♪

I told you..

You've bloody well killed th...
♪ Strings play ♪

[gasps]

Oooohh!

[ecstatic laughter]

[screaming]

Oh!

[gasping]

- Oh!!
- [laughter]

I told you.

[laughs]

Oh you...!

...gave me such a fright!

[screaming]

♪♪

[glider wings flap]

We're actually flying mate!

[laughter]

Ian: We're doing it.

We are.

[gasps]

I've got it, I've got it!

[ecstatic laughter]

You'd bloody better have mind
Ian!

It's Alright mate..

I've had a lesson.

You've only had one lesson?

Ernest taught me a few things,
you know.

Are you kidding?

Ian!

This is just like my dream..

...I was telling you about.

Aye.

[laughter]

Eh!

There's me mum's house!

Mum!

Whoooohh!

I wonder if she can see us?

I hope not..

She'll have a heart attack!

Mrs Carter!

Ian: Whooooh!

[glider wings flap

[sighs]

Ian: We're actually flying mate.

[laughing]

Whooooh!

Whooooh!

Whooooh!

♪ Queen: Radio GaGa ♪

There's the pitch look.

Ok look, it is!

I'll aim for it mate, here we
go.

Away, away then.

[glider wings flap]

Go on lads!

Come on Darlo!

Go on lads!

♪♪

We love you Darlo..

...we do!

[laughter]

[game play]

♪♪

Norman: I mean it's not like him
to miss this.

Steve: It is odd..

He wouldn't miss this for the
world.

Alright love?

Sit with us?

So what..

...So what you doing here?

Looking for Paul, I..

...I thought he'd be here.

Aye..

...You and me both.

♪ I'd sit alone.. ♪

♪ .. And watch your light ♪

♪♪

What's that noise?

[radio commentary plays]

Well I had to keep up with
the match somehow, didn't I?

You brought your radio?

Yeah, I can't.. I can't get it.

Ian: I've got it, don't worry.

[gasping]

Look.. look, we're coming up
over the pitch now.

Right.

Go on lads!

Go on Darlo!

Radio commentator: Gooooal!

Yeeessss!!!

- My God!
- Yes!

Come on Darlo!!

[laughter]

Ian: Right..

...I'm gonna try and put us down
over that field.

Here we go!

Thank God, I..I'm..

...bursting for a pee!

Ian: You're taking the pee.

[laughs]

Ian: Right.

♪ The girls and boys ♪

Look!

Up there..

It's bloody Paul and Ian!

Bloody hell, so it is!

- Bugger me
- Er?

That's Paul Hodgson.

Dale Anderson: Who's that behind
him like?

That's his mate Ian.

What the..

Any idea how to slow this down?

No, well you're the expert!

I didn't get that far.

Well hurry up and put us down
will ya?

I'm gonna try and lean it
forward.

Whooah!

[gasps]

Man!

Who ah!

Would you bloody be careful
man..

...yoiu nearly killed us!

I'm gonna try again..

...slower this time.

[screaming]

[glider crashes down]

♪♪

Right..

...I'm gonna get Paul.

I'm gonna come with ya!

♪ We watch the shows ♪

♪ we watch the stars ♪

♪ on video ♪

♪ for hours and hours ♪

♪ we hardly need ♪

♪ to use our ears ♪

♪ how music changes through the
years ♪

♪ let's hope you never.. ♪

♪ ..leave old friend ♪

♪ like all good things ♪

Bloody hell.

[helmet drops]

We weren't no Douglas Bader were
we?

You can... say that again.

[grunts]

Jane: Paul!

Paul.

Jane.

You ok?

Dad!

Son.

Ah!

I thought I'd lost you again.

[stammering]

It takes more than a glider
crash to get rid of me dad!

[laughter]

Ian.. You Alright?

What about you, shall we er..

...Maybe get you to the hospital
for a check up or something?

Yeah.

[stuttering]

No, I.. I.. I wanna go see the
football.

His wheelchair's knackered mind.

We don't need the bloody
wheelchair!

Jane, Ian. Give us a hand.

Ready?

One, two, three!

[grunts]

Right!

Let's go!

Let's go!

Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.