BBC2 Playhouse (1973–1983): Season 2, Episode 3 - Diane - full transcript
Teenager Diane Weaver lives with her abusive single father. A religious local boy is the only who wants to be her friend, but she doesn't like him as much as he does her. What no one realizes is how far the abuse goes.
-Any birds?
-What?
You know, any birds in the club?
-'Ere, join us up, I've got the urge.
-(BOY LAUGHS)
Piss off, twotl!
Come here, listen. What's this? Look.
Lady cyclist going up an ill!
# Old Mrs Wickwack lives at number nine
-BRIAN: Oi-oi.
-it's Jim.
BRIAN:
Working late again?
-All right, then?
-BENNY: "Room on the one behind."
Yeah.
-Hello, Benny, how you doing?
-BENNY: Okay.
-Want a fag?
-Ah, ta.
-Alan, Bri?
-Don't mind if I do.
-Want one, Dave?
-Nah, I give it up.
-Have ya? Wish I could!
-He's on glucose.
-Late turn then, Jim?
-Yeah, that's right.
-Thought you was early.
-Oh, I spread over, you know.
Ah.
BRIAN: Gonna be all right for Saturday?
JIM: Yeah, expect so.
BRIAN: Need you there.
JIM: You reckon?
BRIAN:
Can't do without ya!
BENNY: Wizard in-between
the sticks you are, Jim.
Doin' me best.
-Seen me dad?
-Nah.
-Where's he got to?
-Don't ask me.
-He's supposed to meet me.
-Yeah?
-Up the top.
-ALAN: In a rush?
DIANE: I've got his dinner.
He's made me late.
BENNY: Better hurry.
Yeah, get your skates on.
ALAN: We'll send out
a search party if you like.
-He must have forgotten.
-DIANE: Silly sod.
He's probably indoors.
-Yeah. See you. Ta-ra.
-JIM: Ta-ra, Di.
BENNY: Whoa!
BRIAN: What a sight!
-Here, who we playing Saturday?
-St Luke's.
-Blimey.
-Remember last year?
-Yeah, murder.
-Kicked us half to death.
-Couldn't move for a fortnight.
-Diabolical!
-You wasn't there.
-Shut your face!
There goes a member
of the working class, then.
-Don't be late in the morning.
-Joking. Ta-ra, lads.
-Ta-ra, Jim.
-Ta-ra.
Tim! Tim!
(CUPS CLATTERING)
Come on, darling.
Lovely Lou.
(BIRD CHIRPS)
-He's too old.
-Come on, lovey.
Pretty boy!
Silly sod!
-Buy another.
-What?
-Another budgie.
-Nah.
-Why not?
-Ruin him.
Never talk then.
Kill each other, more likely.
(BIRD CHIRPS)
(RADIO PLAYING QUIETLY)
You're going to be late.
Okay.
(BIRD CONTINUES CHIRPING)
-Where's me cardie?
-In the bedroom.
(DOG BARKING OUTSIDE)
(PLAYERS SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
(REF BLOWS WHISTLE)
Hello, Di!
-You finished, then?
-No, half-time. How you doing?
-Okay. You?
-Drawing. 1-1. It's a hard game.
-Is it?
-Yeah, bloody hard.
-Jim, want an orange?
-What?
-An orange!
-Oh, yeah. Excuse me.
JIM: How many you got?
-Enough to go around.
-Any spare?
-What do you think?
-Over there.
-(LAUGHS)
-Who is that?
-Jimmy's girlfriend.
-BRIAN: Supporters club.
-It's Diane Weaver.
-Good to see you.
Fine game, Jimmy. Keep it up.
(ALL LAUGHING)
-Here you are.
-No, thanks.
Go on, don't you want it?
No, thanks.
-I'll peel it.
-Not for me.
-Get my fingers sticky.
-Go on, take it. Lick ‘em.
-Blil
-Okay?
-You'd like it.
-What?
Coming to church. Really.
Why don't you try it?
Told you. I ain't got time.
-Looking after your dad?
-That's right.
-Do you do the cooking?
-Mostly.
-And cleaning and all?
-Share it.
Blimey. Not much joy.
-My dad's all right.
-Oh, yeah.
-Here, what's the matter?
-Pips.
-Giz 'em here.
-BENNY: Jim! How are you going?
BRIAN: Crafty!
ALAN: Here, you want to watch him, girl.
-TERRY: Right, on your toes, lads.
-Put them with the peelings.
-TERRY: Jimmy!
-You ain't half tidy, ain't ya?
-(WHISTLE BLOWS)
-TERRY: Jim!
-Come on, Jimmy.
-Game's just starting. I've gotta go.
-Yeah?
-Why don't you stay?
-What for?
-Watch the second half, eh? Go on.
-How long does it take?
-Forty-five minutes, that's all.
-I don't know.
-TERRY: Come on, Jimmy!
Yeah, coming, Terry, be with you!
-Take too long.
-No, it wouldn't.
I'll see.
-There's the stuff. Come on, girl.
-Chop-chop, Jimmy. Here we go.
Good to see you.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
Morning, Mr Weaver.
Morning, sir.
-Hot work.
-Sir.
-You've a lot on your hands.
-Right.
Might be able to help you
later in the week.
Get some of the boys out here.
It's all right, sir.
I can manage. Thank you, sir.
Isn't that good?
Right, then.
-Hold on, Diane! Wait for me!
-You ain't half slow.
Chain's slipping, bleedin' thing.
(WHEEL WHIRS)
Ah, sod it.
Excuse my French.
Let's have a...
Ah, leave it.
Will this do?
Don't mind.
-Suit ya?
-If you like.
-Wanna mint?
-Ta.
-Brought me groundsheet.
-Bli.
It's for you.
So as you don't catch cold.
There y'are, then.
-After you, then.
-After you.
-You comfy?
-Yeah.
Great.
-All rubble once, this.
-Yeah?
Yeah. Bleedin' great dump it was.
Stinking. Rubbish tip.
-Don't look like it.
-Not now.
Used to be swarming. Lorries all over.
Half the shit in London's
been carted over here.
-Bli.
-Tons of it. Mountains.
You should have seen what it was like.
-So what happened?
-Nothing.
Well, they built it up, didn't they?
Council grassed it over.
For pitches and things.
All part of the plan.
-Council?
-Yeah, that's right.
Rubble, shifted the lot of it.
Whole bleedin' lot.
-Still get stuff going through.
-Yeah?
Yeah, it's murder.
Murder when you play.
Bits of bottle, iron,
bits of old cars.
Gotta be careful. You gotta watch it.
Especially when it rains.
Damp forces it up. Something to do
with the pressure or something.
Something like that.
Your leg's all shaking.
A bloke went down a couple months ago,
halfway through a game.
Christ, you shoulda seen it.
Gash on his leg.
Whew! Blood! I could tell ya.
He come down to the hospital.
Going potty, he was.
-He okay?
-Yeah.
He had to have fourteen stitches,
he did.
-Bli!
-Fourteen.
-Are you cold?
-A bit.
Come here.
-Okay?
-Yeah.
You can see church over there.
Well, see the tower.
-And the flats.
-Right.
-Eight bells in there.
-You one of them ringers?
-That's right.
-Gor!
-What's the matter?
-Bleedin' hell.
-Don't you like it?
-Terrible bloody racket!
-Never!
-Drown out a bleedin' war.
-You ought to try it.
-Piss off.
-I'm serious.
-Are you?
-Yeah, it's very difficult.
-I'll bet.
-Science and an art, that is.
-I believe ya.
-It's God's honour.
-Thousands wouldn't.
-Is your mum dead, what?
-Buggered off.
-When?
-l dunno.
-That's a bit rough, isn't it?
-Why?
‘Cause it is.
How do you know?
Well, I just thought.
-Well, it stands to reason, doesn't it?
-Do it?
Yeah, I suppose.
-It ain't so bad.
-No?
-Me dad, he's all right.
-Yeah.
-She wasn't that good.
-Your mum?
-Nah, must have been a right cow.
-How do you know?
-It's obvious, must have been.
-Did he tell ya?
-No, he don't say much.
-So I noticed.
-My old man, he's okay.
-Yeah.
-Want another mint?
-No, thanks.
Wanna kiss me?
No.
Bum's getting cold.
Listen, Diane.
I don't... I don't want you to think...
You mustn't...
I res... I respect you.
And I...
It's God's honour, Di.
-(HORN SOUNDING)
-I know you...
(SIGHS)
I got respect.
And I, I wanna be with you.
I wanna...
And I want...
And I want you to know. All right?
(BICYCLE BELL RINGS)
-Hello, Di.
-Hello.
-What ya reading?
-A book.
Can I have a look?
Jesus! Where'd you get this?
-Someone gave it me.
-Present?
-Yeah.
-Who from?
-Mind your own.
-What's it like?
-Boring.
-Yeah?
Waste of time.
-Fancy a push?
-Don't mind.
I'll push you.
Not too high.
-Hello, Dave. Keeping fit?
-Look at that coordination!
-Fantastic!
-See his muscles?
-I do!
-Rippling, that's what they're doing.
-Poetry.
-In motion.
-Mr Universe.
-Piss off!
-Feel the breeze?
-Lovely.
-How's it strike ya?
-Comes and goes.
-DAVE: Watch it!
-Careful, you nearly had me.
BENNY: Wanna kill him?
DIANE: Silly sod!
-BENNY: You all right, mate?
-Only just.
-You wanna be more careful.
-Tell him.
-My mate Brian?
-His fault.
-He wasn't looking.
-Maniac.
-It's a good thing I'm quick.
-(LAUGHS)
-You fancy?
-Game if you are.
-See who's highest.
-Have a race.
-Past the top bars.
-Over the houses.
-Bet says I beat ya.
-Dave judges, you're on.
BENNY: Okay, Dave?
DAVE: Okay. Go.
-BENNY: Gonna beat ya.
-DAVE: Arseholes.
BENNY:
You're out of practice.
-DAVE: I'm in front!
-DIANE: Dave!
BENNY: Don't stop now,
mate. Keep her going.
-BRIAN: Push her higher.
-DIANE: Let me down, Dave.
(BOMBER NOISES)
-DIANE: No, Dave!
-BENNY: Right on target!
DIANE: Dave, stop it!
BRIAN: Berlin!
BENNY: Hiroshima!
BRIAN: Paul Newman!
-BENNY: Steve McQueen!
-(DIANE CONTINUES SCREAMING)
-BRIAN Arrgh!
-BENNY: What's the matter?
-BRIAN: He got me!
-(DIANE SCREAMS)
-German bastard! You got me mate.
-BRIAN: Too late, aarrgh!
BENNY: I'll get him.
BRIAN: Bring me him. Bastard!
-BRIAN: Bring me him!
-BENNY: You swine! I'll get him.
-BENNY: Kamikaze!
-DIANE: Dave!
-(DIANE SCREAMS)
-BENNY: Watch yourself!
WEAVER:
You, you little bastard! You!
You little bastard! I've got you!
Get out of it!
Go on! You wait!
Wait till I get hold of you,
I'll kick your arses!
I know ya!
And you others! I know you and all!
Bloody hooligans!
Bleeding sods!
Come on!
Get out of it!
Get indoors! Come on!
Don't let me tell you twice!
I thought you had more bloody sense!
Come on, get out of it!
Go on, get home!
The bloody lot of ya!
I know ya!
Here we are, then.
Mind your napper.
Do you like it?
That awful climb!
-You got your breath back?
-Mmm.
-All right, giz a kiss, then.
-What?
You heard. Giz a kiss.
-Come here, then.
-Nah! You.
Nah, you!
I'm potty about you. Do you know that?
Potty.
Giz a kiss.
More.
-More, more, more!
-Gotta catch me first.
All right, then. I can catch you.
I'm gonna have ya.
(DIANE GIGGLING)
(JIM GROWLING)
(DIANE LAUGHING)
All right, got you!
Hey, watch it! Let go of the rope!
Let it go! Let it go! Let it go!
Phew! Christ!
-What's the matter?
-You could have killed yourself.
-Yeah?
-Honest.
-Bells are up.
-What's that mean?
Look.
-So?
-Well, the bells are up.
Bleedin' brilliant.
Nah.
When the bells are up,
it means they're just balanced,
see, ready for ringing.
It's like you.
Like you're standing on your head.
And if you pull the rope,
the whole bleedin' lot comes right down.
Fourteen hundred weight of bell
come swinging down
and the rope goes straight up. Bang!
Yeah?
That's you that,
straight up the ceiling.
Blil
Then where'd I be? Eh?
Come on, now.
Here y'are.
Lucky I've got you with me.
Right.
Might've got done in.
You'll be safe there.
It's my fault, you weren't to know.
What are you doing that for?
Stops the dust. Keeps the ropes clean.
Bli.
There we are.
Mind your feet.
All right?
Giz a kiss, then.
You just had two.
I know. I'm greedy. Insatiable.
-Sex maniac.
-Yeah. That's me.
Come here.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(BIRD CHIRPING)
Where's me magazine, then, Dad?
What you done with it?
It was here this morning.
Where's it gone?
Have you gone deaf or something?
I asked you, where's me magazine?
Oh, gor, that's charming, innit?
Thanks, Dad.
What you looking at me like that for?
Had your penn'orth?
-Wanna cup of tea?
-No.
All there?
Oh, charming! Yeah.
Thanks very much, Dad.
-Ain't you got no homework?
-No.
-Why not?
-'Cause I ain't.
Well, you ought to have.
I'm leaving there anyway.
-What?
-I said I'm leaving.
-What for?
-'Cause I want to.
Satisfied?
-Well, I thought you were happy...
-Well, you thought wrong, didn't ya?
I just told you, I'm leaving.
And that's that.
I hate that place.
Hate it. Always have.
Lousy teachers, stinking floors,
bleedin' smelly classrooms.
y
-What you gonna do?
-What do you mean?
-When you leave.
-I've left! I just told you.
Yeah, all right.
Well, what ya gonna do?
I dunno.
Something.
Anything.
Get meself a job.
Where?
I don't bleeding know, do I?
-There's loads of places.
-Where?
Oh, for God's sake!
Stop asking such
bleedin' stupid questions, Dad.
Oh, God!
It's as though she's gone off me.
Oh.
She hasn't.
I know she hasn't. I can tell.
-Tel?
-Yeah?
Do you love anybody?
I try to love everyone.
It's not the same.
I'm human.
That's not what I mean.
-We finished, then?
-Jimmy...
-'Cause I've got to go.
-God isn't exclusive, Jimmy.
He sees all things.
And we're just a tiny part of it.
Infinitesimal, do you see?
We count, though.
Each of us just as much as the other.
No more, but no less.
The same.
What I'm trying to say to you,
Jimmy, is that
God's plan for each of us
may be different from what we imagine.
We may not, not at first,
see or believe that he's right.
He is, though.
That's the wonder, the beauty of it.
And, eventually, we'll come,
all of us,
to realise and to know
how right God is.
And just, and good and loving to us all.
Do you see?
Yes, Father.
Well...
Gotta get me clobber off. Gotta go.
I told her straight.
Went up and told her,
"You may be the supervisor here,"
I said, "but you ain't supervising me."
Nosey old cow!
-What she say?
-Nothing.
Some old jaw.
Then what?
Says I'm insolent.
Goes and tells the manager.
Bleeding cheek!
-What did he say?
-Liberty! Could've killed her.
Rotten cow.
What? Oh, him?
The usual, what do you expect?
-How many is that now?
-l don't know. Four, five?
He can keep his job.
Plenty more for the asking.
I told him.
You should have seen his face.
-It's a problem.
-Stupid twot.
Whatcha doin' that for?
‘Cause I brought it. What do you think?
There ain't no ducks.
How do you know?
-l can't see none.
-So?
Well, have a look, can you?
-They're here somewhere.
-Yeah?
Probably waiting.
What for?
Till they're hungry, silly sod.
-Where?
-Where what?
Where they waiting?
I don't bleeding know, do I?
-Oh, Jim, you ain't half a pain.
-I'm sorry.
-Always on, drive me bloody potty.
-I'm sorry.
Ah, give it a rest, can't you?
Drive me round the bleeding bend!
-Anyway, there's swans.
-What?
Swans.
Where?
-Down there.
-Yeah?
I've seen them. They've got a nest.
-Well?
-Well, what?
Seen them?
I might have. I'm not sure.
Big pile of sticks. Didn't you see it?
-Yeah.
-Well, then, that's their nest.
-Diane...
-What?
-l want to tell you something.
-What?
No, look, it's just...
-You see...
-Oh, get on with it.
Look, if you've...
Oh, God, Jim.
Let's suppose there's...
Look, what I mean is
I don't mind. All right?
-What?
-l don't mind.
-Oh!
-Now, listen, Di,
it's important.
I've been thinking, please.
Look, it don't matter,
not to me, it don't.
If you've...
That's your business,
I got no right to condemn ya.
What?
Let's get married.
What?
I love you, Di, really do.
I'll look after ya.
And the kiddie.
I don't care. I don't mind whose it is.
They can't stop us. Not really.
I'd take care of ya, God's honour.
I don't mind, love. Really, I don't.
You're all I want, Di. Always will be.
Let's get married.
I love ya, Di.
What d'ya say?
-You got a nerve!
-Diane?
What do you take me for, eh?
-Come on, tell us!
-Listen...
What do you take me for,
some old whore?
-Diane...
-There's nothing!
Do you hear me? Nothing!
-You've got a filthy mind.
-Darling...
Don't give me that! I know you.
I heard what you just said.
-No, love.
-You bugger!
-No, you've got it wrong, love.
-Rotten bugger!
-Filthy sod!
-Diane...
I told you, nothing!
-l didn't mean to...
-You ought to be dead!
I wish you was,
the whole bleedin' lot of you.
-You're all filthy buggers!
-Oh, Christ, Di...
-Filth! Filth! Filth!
-Diane.
Don't you touch me!
Keep away from me!
Sorry, love.
Pass me my handbag.
Gor, bleeding ruin.
Where's me...?
Oh, here it is.
(BLOWS NOSE)
-Better be going.
-What?
-Going. It's getting late.
-No.
I gotta be up in the morning.
Early turn.
Well, you go, then!
-No.
-Go on, if you must.
-Don't be silly, Di.
-l don't care.
-Di...
-Oh, just go!
Don't be like that.
I'm staying with you. Take your time.
-You stay there.
-What?
-Stay there.
-What for?
Gotta go to them trees.
-Oh, you want...
-Just stay there.
Or go if you want, I don't care.
-BENNY: Hello, then!
-BRIAN: Oi, oi, oi.
-By your tod, then?
-What are you doing?
-Thinking.
-BRIAN: Yeah, I'l bet.
-You're out late.
-Hark at granddad!
Ought to be in bed by now.
-Yeah, with me teddy.
-Oh, bollocks.
BENNY:
That sounds more like!
What you on, then?
-BRIAN: Training.
-Yeah?
What do you think this is? Scotch mist?
JIM:
Oh, never noticed.
-Jesus!
-What do you think it's for?
-Getting fit.
-Right.
-Bit of running.
-Got to.
-JIM: Yeah?
-Season's starting in a bit.
-JIM: Oh, yeah.
-Can't do without you, Jim.
BENNY:
Start getting your gear out soon.
Jim, you seen this?
Jim?
-Yeah, great!
-BENNY: You reckon?
-Yeah.
-Good for yal
See, the blood runs down to your head.
And it's good for your health.
Helps the muscles, helps the spine.
Stop twitching and let me down.
What I mean is, it's got to, innit?
I mean, it's obvious.
Hello, there, it's little Diane.
BENNY: (GRUNTING) Twat.
DIANE: So you stayed, then?
Of course I did.
-What you been talking about?
-You what?
Laughing and whispering
with your bleeding mates.
(LAUGHING)
Come on.
-Let's go, I'm freezing.
-Okay.
(WHISTLING)
(COUGHING)
-Hey! Do you mind?
-Sorry.
-Bloody hooligan.
-Sorry, Mr Weaver.
What do you think you're doing,
playing with a ball?
It's not allowed.
You've been told before,
you and them others.
-It's against council rules.
-Not doing any harm.
Don't give me no lip, I'm telling ya.
There's signs, you want to read ‘em!
-"No ball games allowed".
-Ohl
You got eyes.
Use 'em.
And bleeding well behave yourself.
You're a menace. You and them others.
I've reported you once before.
I'll do it again, too.
I'll go down the council.
I'm sick of the sight of you!
-Now, clear off out of it.
-Ohl
Go on! Piss off.
Bloody menace.
I'll bend your membership card
for you, mate.
BENNY: Bend it with your arse
or your elbow?
-Trouble?
-Puncture.
-Want some help?
-Nope.
Huh.
-All dressed up.
-Yeah.
Nowhere to go.
-How'd you do it, then?
-Glass in the road.
-Wanna watch where you're steering.
-Prick.
-Watch it!
-What's the matter?
-You be careful.
-l won't hurt it. Christ.
Bit thin, innit?
-I said it's a bit thin.
-Lightweight cover, imported.
-Yeah?
-Used for the Tour de France.
BENNY: Ha, too late!
DAVE: What?
BENNY: It'll be all dry by now,
you'll have to start again.
DAVE: It's not dry.
BENNY: Yeah?
DAVE: Don't take the piss.
(BOYS CONTINUE TALKING)
-Clumsy sod!
-Look, I'll put them all back.
Oh, get out of it!
Diane! Diane,
come here a minute, will ya?
-Get out of it!
-I'm only helping.
Bloody hindering! Piss off.
-Sorry, Dave.
-I said piss off!
‘Ere, hold this a minute, will ya, Di?
-That it, then?
-Yeah, great. Thanks, Di.
Looking rough.
Little Diane.
Yeah, rough.
Needs a change. (CHUCKLES)
-Want some help?
-No, thanks.
Only asking. Some mothers.
(WHISTLING)
TERRY: I'l do all I can.
Do you have everything?
Diane?
Is there anything you need?
They seem nice people here.
They're worried about you.
They're being very kind.
Would you like me to pray?
Diane?
It might help.
Jim came with me.
Ooh?
He wants to see you.
Ooh?
He's...
He's waiting outside.
He wants very much to see you.
Yes.
Won't you let him?
No.
He loves you, Diane.
I know.
Do you...
have any feelings for him?
For Jimmy? Of course I do.
What sort of feelings?
Dunno, really.
What do you mean?
Well...
-When people...
-Jim's all right.
I beg your pardon?
Jimmy, he's all right.
Yes.
That what you wanted?
Do you love him, Diane?
No, I don't think so.
-Because...
-Not really.
No.
How long am I going to be here?
I don't know.
-Years?
-I can't tell you that.
I hope not.
It isn't up to me.
Expect it'll be years. It's my luck.
Have you seen me dad?
No.
Why not?
I haven't.
You should have done.
Why haven't you seen him?
I don't know.
You should have seen him.
Yes.
Where'd they put him?
In...
another place.
Like this?
I suppose.
I see.
-They had to.
-Yeah.
-He...
-Yeah, I suppose.
-Diane...
-Poor old Dad.
Can I see him?
Do you want to?
Yeah.
-After now?
-Yeah, course I do.
Why shouldn't I?
No.
What he was doing with you was wrong.
Unnatural.
He's your father, Diane.
A wicked thing.
No, you won't be allowed to see him.
Not again?
No.
Not ever?
No.
Poor old Dad.
Let us pray.
Almighty God,
Heavenly Father,
look down on us here today.
Let thy mercy fall on us, dear Lord,
and help us to find understanding
because thy way is a hard way.
And our understanding is not thine.
And especially, we pray thee, dear Lord,
for thy compassion
for this, thy daughter, here.
Let down thy grace on us, O God,
and fill us with thy inestimable love.
Help us.
Help us, dear Lord.
Teach us to find the path,
because, without thee, we are nothing.
Without thy guidance, we are lost.
Amen.
It was a secret.
Nobody knew. Not even Dad.
He never guessed.
Jim never. He never had a clue.
I was too clever for him.
None of you knew.
It wasn't breathing when it came out.
Didn't make a sound.
Never moved.
I know, 'cause I looked.
And there was something,
I dunno,
something the matter with its head.
It wasn't right. You could tell.
The doctor told 'em.
He said so afterwards.
He agreed. He told 'em.
So you can't say it was murder.
I'd never do a thing like that.
I put itin a towel, wrapped it up
and I put it in the cupboard,
next to the hot water.
But then I thought, "No, he'll find it.
He's bound to when he has his bath."
So I took it out,
wrapped it up again
and thought about what to do with it.
Then I went downstairs.
I was ever so sorry for it
because it wasn't its fault.
I don't think it was ready, you know.
Or perhaps it was always like that.
You couldn't help feeling sorry for it
because it didn't look right,
didn't feel right.
You know what I mean?
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
I want my dad.
DIANE: There is a place in the
hostel for when you get out.
Don't stay too long.
Get your own room,
as soon as you're ready.
Don't be scared.
Try and find one.
And a job.
Gotta put the last
three years behind ya,
find some friends.
Good ones.
(RADIO PLAYING QUIETLY)
Number four, £2.50.
-Got a rag?
-What?
-A rag.
-What for?
I want to blow me nose, don't I?
Ta.
(MUSIC ON RADIO CONTINUES)
-Very nice.
-What's that for?
I've finished with it, ain't I?
-l don't want it.
-Don't ya?
-Over there.
-Waste a good rag?
£2.50.
Dead right.
Smashing eyesight you must have.
Ta.
Well?
Well, don't I get no stamps?
Oh, we've run out.
Oh, blimey!
Bang goes me fibreglass boat.
You have to initial this.
It's all right. You just put it here.
Here you are.
Mingy bloody firm,
they don't trust no-one these days.
Very nice.
"DW".
Nice little hand you've got.
Clear. Neat.
Very nice.
-What's it stand for?
-Mind your own.
DW.
I know, Doris Wayne.
Service with a smile.
You can't beat it. See you.
(MUSIC ON RADIO CONTINUES)
(BELL TOLLING)
Hi.
‘Ere, they in?
-Dunno, haven't seen 'em.
-Oh.
-Rooney's in.
-Oh, yeah?
-This is Diane.
-Hi.
-Hello.
-Come on, then.
That's Kev, Moggy's brother.
Well, I think he is.
He says he is.
I suppose he ought to know.
-Oh, he ain't half a weight.
-Who's Moggy?
Oh, Mog? She used to be here before.
-Before what?
-Before you.
Hold on. Won't be a sec, love.
Oh. Come on, darling.
-(NICK CRIES)
-Come on.
This is the kitchen. We share it,
like the bathroom and the lav.
You're up here.
I'm in that room on the right,
the lav's up there.
-Oh, did I say we share it?
-Yeah.
Ah, right, you're in here.
Family's in the basement. Italians.
Well, never see 'em.
They're all right,
as long as they get their rent.
Don't give me no trouble, anyway.
Kev's on the ground floor,
so is Rooney.
So with me and Nick
in there and you in here,
well, that's about it.
CAROL:
What do you think?
-It's not so bad.
-Hmm?
I've seen worse.
Yeah, we was keen, I mean, all of us.
All chasing around, planning.
It was like a madhouse
for a while, it was.
But then some of them went
and, well, Mog sort of
lost interest, really.
Then she went, so...
Well, nothing come of it.
So you see, that's why Kev's still
working on his own room.
Well, he got carried away
and now he can't stop.
Still, good luck to him.
I mean, it keeps him busy
and the Italians don't mind.
-ROONEY: Are you up there, Carol?
-Oh, what?
ROONEY:
Here a minute.
-Carol!
-I'm coming.
That's Rooney.
Here, take him for me, love, will ya?
(MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO)
ROONEY: Here, I wanna show you something
CAROL: I'm coming.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER DOWNSTAIRS)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
He likes ya.
He does. He's taken a fancy to ya.
(CHUCKLES)
Never heard him so quiet before.
You made a hit.
-Here, see that?
-What?
-He smiled.
-(NICK CHUCKLES)
Great big smile.
Didn't you see it?
Big as Christmas, a great big smile.
-Ain't you crafty, eh?
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
You're a devil.
-That's why he's called Nick.
-Okay?
-Happy as sandboys, ain't we?
-Well, what do you reckon?
-Suit you?
-Yeah.
-l don't want to.
-Why not?
-'Cause I don't.
-Too busy, are you?
-Not especially.
-I'll bet you are.
-No.
-Oh, choosy.
I know. You got a waiting list.
Can I put me name down?
-Here.
-Oh.
-You afraid I'll make him jealous?
-Who?
Your boyfriend, of course.
Number four, £3.75.
-Well, are you?
-You still here?
Oh, come on, darling.
He won't mind,
not to begin with, anyhow.
-I haven't got a boyfriend.
-No?
-No.
-Well, then.
-Oh, I don't like the pictures.
-Is that all?
-And I don't like going up west.
-No?
No, I hate it up there.
Well, there's plenty of
other places, take your pick.
No.
Well, what's the matter?
I don't like going out in the evening.
-Are you nervous?
-No.
Well, make it the daytime.
Nice, sunny afternoon.
-Working.
-Weekends?
Here lots of days.
Sundays! We'll go for a spin,
I know just the place to go.
In that?
-Why not?
-(CHUCKLES)
-Not good enough for you?
-No.
-What, then?
-Well, it don't belong to ya.
That's no problem.
I borrow it regular. Straight up,
it's mine most weekends.
-Trust me, they do.
-Yeah?
Yeah, of course. Think a lot of me.
I'm a coming lad, ain't I?
Gonna be a manager one of these days.
Don't you believe me?
No reason why I shouldn't.
Right, then. First good Sunday.
Make a note in your diary, okay?
-I dunno.
-Well, we'll go exploring.
I'll tell you the story of me life.
Harry...
-Didn't I pay you?
-Yeah.
All right, then.
I'll have one of those.
Five and a half.
-What's that for?
-Present.
-What for?
-'Cause I'm impulsive.
Finding out what you really like.
(ROONEY SHOUTING AND BANGING)
CAROL:
Rooney, you're a bastard!
ROONEY: Carol, you know something,
if you keep on at me you're gonna get...
CAROL: So you'll bash me?
ROONEY: / promise ya!
I've had enough, Carol, d'ya hear?
-(OBJECTS CLATTERING)
-ROONEY: Oh, Christ's sake!
(CAROL SCREAMING)
(SLAPPING SOUNDS)
CAROL:
Don't you dare to touch me!
(SCREAMING CONTINUES)
(INDISTINCT VOICES)
ROONEY:
Get out of it. Whaddya mean?
CAROL: You'll go tomorrow!
ROONEY: Why, you...
-Morning, Kev.
-Oh, haven't we got no coffee?
-No, you finished it yesterday.
-Oh.
-I'll get some later.
-Great.
On the way back from work.
Here.
-Ta.
-Do you fancy a bit of toast?
No, you sit down, Di.
He can do it himself if he wants it.
Got two hands of his own.
Tired?
Was awake half the bloody night.
-Maybe you're working too hard.
-Never.
He's always at it in that room.
-How's it coming, then, Kev?
-Not so bad.
-l ain't finished it yet, though.
-Mmm, I'll bet.
Still got a fair lot to get done.
Nah, it was bloody Rooney,
kept me awake for hours.
-Didn't you hear him?
-No.
Shouting, banging and thumping.
-Who did he have in there?
-l don't know.
Be back in a minute, darling.
Gonna take me bleeding ages.
Ah, well, never mind.
-I'll give you a hand if you like.
-Will you?
-If you like.
-You're on.
‘Ere, how's our Nick this morning, eh?
How's our naughty Nick?
RADIO: ...right through till 9 o'clock
tonight, looks like this...
-She changed him yet?
-Dunno.
I think he wants changing.
Don't you, boy, eh? Don't you?
Ah, look at him, covered in it!
She ought to know better than that.
RADIO: ...morning news
reviewed and discussed...
-DIANE: I'll do it.
-Nah, nah, let me.
RADIO:
At twelve-thirty, music is everything...
-Gor, poor little bugger.
-Nah, babies get like that.
I know. But he's like it all the time.
-No, he's not.
-Nah?
-Nol!
-What's this, then?
Oh, that's the way kids are.
Hold still, Nick. Soon be finished.
-Carol's a good mother.
-You what?
-I think she's a good mother to him.
-If you say so.
There.
Who's a nice, clean boy, eh?
(GRUNTING)
Up we get.
Yeah.
Here. Do you think he looks like me?
-What?
-Nick. Do you think he looks like me?
-Why?
-No reason.
-What d'ya think?
-Dunno.
Here, Nico, look at Di.
Go on, look at Di. Now, there.
Round about the eyes.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
-You take your hands off him.
-Oh, Carol.
I told you,
I don't want you touching him.
-Do you hear me? You leave him alone!
-Yeah.
Don't bother with them now, Di.
-It's all right.
-No, leave 'em.
-Won't take me a minute.
-No, it's all right, leave 'em.
You better get going, anyway,
you're going to be late for work.
-No, I'll do 'em later.
-Okay.
-See ya, Kev.
-See ya.
(MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO)
You're gonna be late.
(TOILET FLUSHING)
CAROL: That's the last time,
I'm telling ya!
KEVIN:
All right!
(MUSIC ON RADIO CONTINUES)
(SIGHS)
WEAVER: Diane?
Hello, girl.
You okay?
Yeah.
-Are you?
-Yeah.
That's good.
(SHIVERING)
-Do you wanna go for a walk?
-Nah.
Might warm you up a bit.
I'm a bit tired, that's all.
Any road,
it's better here.
‘Ere, Dad.
Oh, ta.
-Nice, this.
-Yeah.
Like it, do ya?
Mmm.
Don't like this park much meself.
-Nah?
-Nah.
Not this area. I hardly ever come here.
Too much of a mixture, you know.
Always was.
Always preferred
the other place, meself.
Yeah.
So you got a place, eh?
Yeah.
-Nice, is it?
-It's not so bad.
-Friends?
-A couple.
What sort of friends?
Dad!
Well, I'm bound to ask.
Interested, ain't I? Bound to be.
I'm living in a room, in an 'ouse,
with some friends.
There's a family, and some others,
and another family in the basement,
and there's me.
I'm working...
Well, you know where I'm working.
Been there a few months now.
But it's only temporary
‘cause I've started studying.
Learning, typing.
I mean, one of me friends,
she says it's not difficult.
So I'll pick it up easy.
Then I'll get me qualifications
and then I'll be all right.
-Sounds good.
-Do you think so?
Oh, yeah, certain. It's very promising.
Good girl, I knew you'd get on.
Took me a long time to find you. Well...
Fair old time.
They wouldn't say
where you was, of course.
Wouldn't tell me.
Oh, I don't blame 'em.
Only doing their job.
Only doing what they're told.
But I was gonna find ya,
however long it took.
I swore I'd find ya.
And I ave.
I've had a few jobs.
Just casual.
Didn't want 'em. Didn't need 'em.
Just for the money.
Just so that I could get it...
sorted out, you know.
Like I said, I...
I ain't been so clever.
Got to watch meself, got to take things
pretty easy, ‘cause, ‘cause...
‘Cause...
God, it was dreadful in there.
Dreadful.
You got no idea
what it was like in there.
Can't imagine,
thank Christ you can't imagine
what it was like for me in there.
Toe-rags.
Bastards.
I'd been better off dead.
Diane...
What, Dad?
I've been thinking.
What?
You're here, I'm here,
there ain't no-one else.
What's done is done.
Past, forgotten, finished.
Gotta put all that out of your mind.
What comes next, see,
that's what I've been thinking.
What we're gonna do now.
I need...
I need my daughter.
Of course, that's how it should be.
That's how it's gotta be.
Otherwise, you might just as well be...
an animal.
Might just as well be
a dumb, stupid animal.
That's what I've been thinking.
See what I mean, Diane?
Diane.
What?
You're all I got.
-We used to go on outings.
-Yeah?
-Yeah, once a year.
-Oh, yeah?
The flats where I used to live,
they used to take all the kids.
Where'd you go?
Oh, Southend a couple of times.
Once to Clacton.
-They used to hire a coach.
-That's a good idea.
Hmm. It was nice.
Mind you, they was exceptions.
Most of the time,
they took us to the zoo.
-The zoo?
-Yeah, that was a regular trip.
Used to come up like clockwork.
They must have got a reduction.
One year, they took us twice!
God, I knew that place
backwards after a bit.
-I don't think I've ever been there.
-Oh, it ain't much.
There's a hunting lodge up the road.
-You what?
-Queen Elizabeth's hunting lodge.
You know, the first one.
Did you ever see it?
-No.
-It's there, all right.
White walls,
black timbers up the front of it.
-It's ever so pretty.
-Yeah?
Yeah, she used to come here to do
her hunting. Or something like that.
No, I mean it,
this place was full of animals.
Wild boar, deer.
Elephants, who knows?
There's still deer in this forest,
do you know that?
-Yeah?
-Yeah, so they say.
And ponies, too.
You sometimes see them,
of course. Quite often.
Ain't never seen no deer.
I remember
when we was camping.
We used to creep out of a morning,
have a look for 'em.
Thought we'd catch them
having their breakfast
or something like that.
You know, just after the sun come up.
Walking about on tip-toe,
speaking in whispers.
Waving off shoo-flies,
headed to spring.
Nah, it weren't no good, though.
They was too crafty for us.
Or too bleeding shy.
-Look!
-What?
Look what I found!
Let's have a look.
-What is it?
-I dunno yet.
Maybe it's old.
Here.
Sixpence.
Two-and-a-half p.
Nineteen-thirty... Wait a minute.
Nineteen-thirty-seven!
It's been here all that time.
It don't follow.
-Why not?
-Well,
it could have been dropped anytime.
Do you think so?
Yeah, it could've been
dropped last week.
It's a sixpence.
There's still a few of 'em about,
you know.
Don't look used much.
People keep 'em.
Looks new to me.
It could have been dropped anytime.
Someone trod it in, who knows?
Well, I think it's been here ages.
-Do ya?
-Yeah.
Ever since... Ever since it got lost.
Souvenir?
-You what?
-You gonna keep it?
-Yeah.
-Nice.
Damp forces it up.
-Do what?
-Damp.
Something to do with pressure.
-Pressure?
-Something like that.
Comfortable, are ya?
-Mmm.
-Don't kill yourself.
-Ain't gonna.
-Nice.
-You got your eyes closed.
-So0?
So, suppose we hit something?
-We won't hit nothing.
-How do you know?
‘Cause you're in charge.
Is that a compliment?
-What do you think?
-I think it's a compliment.
Then itis.
D'ya wanna fag?
Di, d'ya wanna fag?
-Ow! You done that on purpose!
-I'm sorry, love.
-l never!
-Bugger.
-I couldn't help it.
-Oh, Harry!
I'm sorry, love.
-You watch what you're doing.
-Coursel!
You be careful.
-Ain't I always?
-Huh!
I'll hold me breath.
(MAKES CHOKING NOISE)
(MOCK CHOKING)
Can I breathe again?
-Oh, you silly sod.
-Ah, see, I wasn't concentrating.
-Telling me.
-It's all your fault, really.
-What?
-Watching you, wasn't I?
Can't take me eyes off you, Di.
The left one.
-Pull the left one.
-l am!
Then why are we going
round to the right?
Oh.
Diane, don't be stupid.
Look, pull the left string.
Go on.
Oh, I'm doing all the work,
you're not giving me a bit of help.
Di, look...
Change 'em over
or pull the other one or something.
Go on, pull it.
Come on. Look, we'll...
We'll be stuck out here all day.
That's better. Come on.
Oh, Di.
Pull the string! That one.
Go on!
-Enjoy yourself, did ya?
-Yeah, it was great.
-Honest?
-Great.
-Still got your tanner?
-Yeah.
Give us a kiss, then.
I won't bite ya.
(KISSES)
-Harry...
-Shh. I'm busy.
-No.
-Oh, Di.
I don't want to.
Can I have me hand back?
Listen, Harry, it was a nice day.
I enjoyed meself, honest.
-Don't let's spoil it.
-Anything you say.
I'll see ya tomorrow, yeah?
-Will ya?
-Try and stop me.
-Harry...
-Out ya get.
-Goodnight.
-Goodnight, love.
-Thank you.
-I'll see ya.
(LAUGHTER)
(LAUGHTER CONTINUES)
CAROL:
Oh, Diane, that you?
(LAUGHTER CONTINUES)
Come on, we're in 'ere.
Ah, come in, Diane, come in.
Sit. Sit yourself down.
Just what we need to make up the party.
Make a nice little foursome, yes?
-Carol, fetch the girl a glass.
-Yeah, I ‘ave.
ROONEY: Sit down, girl.
Have a little drinky.
Rest your bottom. There you go.
-Looks like Christmas.
-Does it, now?
-What ya celebrating?
-Anything you like.
Red or red?
-Do I get a choice?
-You do!
-Okay?
-Yeah, it's nice. Where d'ya get it?
Friend of Kev's.
All this?
Yeah. It fell off a lorry,
didn't it, Kev?
That's what he said.
-Here, doesn't she look nice?
-Yeah.
Been enjoying yourself, have ya?
-Yeah.
-Where'd you go, then?
-Oh...
-She's been out in the sun.
Haven't you, girly?
Isn't that where you've been?
Yeah, that's right.
Here, what's he called?
-Who?
-Your boyfriend.
-Harry.
-That's a grand old name.
Yeah, he sounds all right. Is he?
-Yeah.
-Well, you should have brought him in.
-No.
-Why didn't you?
-Didn't want to.
-Oh, well, you should have.
He had to go.
-Oh, he could have.
-She knows what's fitting.
Knows what's proper.
-l mean, she's not a slut.
-Rooney.
You're a good girl, yes?
Not one of them
bits of rubbish lying around
-for just anybody to pick up.
-Oh, Rooney, lay off.
ROONEY: "Lay off," she says.
My Christ, that's good.
-Yeah, well, leave her alone.
-Shut your mouth, you dirty bitch.
Hold your noise.
She's got a quality, she has.
Haven't you, girly?
Knows how to handle herself.
Good material. Top of the tree.
CAROL: What about Kev?
ROONEY: He can pour his own.
No, no. She's not a slut.
Only got to look at her.
And I've seen 'em. Seen 'em all over.
-Isn't that so?
-Oh, God.
-lsn't it?
-Yes, Rooney.
Then shut your face.
Drink up, girly.
Here's to you.
I was in Mexico once.
In a brothel. A cheap, stinking brothel.
-lt was in one of them border towns.
-Here we go.
-Hey, what you want to do that for?
-He knows.
-Are you all right, Kev?
-Yeah.
-Oh, honestly.
-You want the same?
And the girls Diane!
You should'a seen 'em!
Girls. Kids, that's what they were.
I tell you, they were only kids,
hardly dry from their mothers.
For two American dollars.
-Broke your heart.
-(NICK CRYING)
CAROL: Oh, God.
Now look what you've done.
-See to him. Go on.
-I'l go.
You stay where you are, you hear?
It's her job. Now, you sit down, boy.
See to the babby, go on.
Mother's place is with her offspring.
It's a bond. A tie.
You can't give it over.
Can't dissolve it.
It's in the blood, girl.
Isn't that so?
Isn't it?
Yeah, itis.
ROONEY: Right.
-How's the babby?
-He's okay.
-Asleep, is he?
-No thanks to you.
-Ah, Carol.
-Oh, piss off.
-You know I didn't mean it.
-You bastard!
-It's the truth.
-I told you.
-Carol...
-Leave me alone.
You're the best there is.
You just take it easy.
(BLOWTORCH HISSING)
This is just a baby.
More of a fag lighter, really.
You wanna see the big ones,
the ones you have to pump.
-Yeah?
-Flamethrowers, that's what they are.
Now, hold it away
from you all the time.
You got it?
-Yeah.
-Off you go.
Now, wait till the paintwork bubbles.
All comes up in dirty great blisters,
and then they start popping
and that's when you start to sweat.
-Oh, you're breathing down me earhole.
-Oh, sorry.
Oh, you're putting me off.
Sorry.
Here, do you wanna coffee?
-In a minute.
-Fair enough.
Oh, I still got
a couple of layers to go.
I ain't ever going to
get through these.
I've had about seven layers
off already, you know that?
-Yeah?
-Bastard getting off.
I should think the whole history
of this house is on these walls.
I mean, some of these designs!
Birds and flowers, and Chinese
bleedin' patterns on some of ‘em.
I mean, what sort of people
put stuff like that up, eh?
I mean, I ask you, they must...
-Oh, shit!
-What's the matter?
The plaster's coming down.
It gets dry, see.
Then it starts to crumble.
Time-expired, they call it.
At times, you can feel
the whole wall give.
Course, you can get stuff.
Sort of Polycell.
Helps get the paper off.
You mix it up and spread it on
and let it soak in for a bit.
Helps get the paper off.
It's all a bit of a waste,
if you ask me.
-Kev?
-Yeah?
Has he really done them things?
Been to all them places?
-What, Rooney?
-Yeah.
Says he has.
He's all talk.
Reckons he's tough, but he isn't.
You don't wanna be worryin'
about Rooney.
Oh, I ain't worried about him.
He's all mouth.
How ya doin'?
-Dunno.
-You've done it all for me, have ya?
Come and have a look.
It bubbles, but then I can't get it off.
And I'm pressin' as hard as I can.
I've done what you said.
What am I doing wrong?
You're doing too much.
-What?
-Too much.
You've got to concentrate
on one little bit at a time.
It cools very quickly.
You're tryin' to do the whole
panel at once, it's hopeless.
-Yeah?
-Here.
You gotta take your time.
-Yeah, you're right.
-Never mind.
-Is it ruined?
-No, it's very good for a beginner.
-Is it?
-It's a bloody good start.
-Here, how 'bout that coffee?
-Mmm, yeah, it'd be nice.
Right, we'll get that off
and then sand it,
then prime it,
and you can help me with that,
then sand it again,
undercoat, sand it,
-another undercoat, sand it again...
-Oh, God.
-...and then we do the topcoat.
-Blimey!
Well, you've gotta do it right!
What colour are you going to paint it?
I thought dove grey.
-Oh, nice.
-D'ya reckon?
Yeah, it'd be really nice.
-Here, she ought to be back by now.
-Oh, it's not late.
-Where'd she say she was going?
-Somewhere with Nick.
Never know where she is half the time.
Oh, she'll be all right.
He does look like me.
Round about the eyes.
Ta.
-Here, there was a bloke round here.
-When?
-Other day.
-What sort of bloke?
Old. Sort of gone over.
He come in the morning.
He was asking for you.
It's me dad.
-Oh.
-He ain't been well.
No?
-What did you say to him?
-Nothing.
Well, he comes here, asking for ya,
asking about ya.
What d'ya say?
I said I didn't know who you were,
said I couldn't help him.
I mean, what was I supposed to say, Di?
-Nothing.
-I'm sorry.
-No, it's all right.
-I never knew it was your father.
Oh, it's not your fault.
Only, why are you always so scared?
-Who, me?
-Yeah.
What are you so frightened about?
-That's the way I am, innit?
-You?
Yeah, it's obvious.
Anyway, it don't do to be nothing else.
Here, Diane...
-You got a new dress on.
-Yeah, listen.
Will you babysit for us tonight?
See, everyone's out.
-Will you be there with Nicky?
-Sure.
Oh, good. Oh, I'm out of breath.
-Where are you going?
-Bristol.
-Where?
-Bristol.
Oh, well, you never know your luck,
do ya?
-When will you be back?
-Oh, tomorrow. Or maybe the next day.
But it won't be no later,
I promise, Di.
-Okay. See you later.
-Yeah.
-Have a nice time.
-We will. Be good.
(NICK CRYING)
(CRYING CONTINUES)
DIANE: Hello.
Was that you crying? Come on.
That's it.
Oh. Out you come.
Don't want to sit in there, do you?
Have you been waiting a long time?
Have you?
Oh, what's that, hey?
Ah.
Look out there.
Look! Look at the cars.
Ooh!
Oh, you're a villain, ain't you? Hey?
Ain't you a villain? Hey?
Ooh!
Yes, you are.
Ain't ya? Who's a villain?
You are. Nick is. Yes.
You shoulda come to me.
Why didn't ya?
-(SCOFFS)
-Why didn't you, Dad?
-I didn't think you was interested.
-Huh.
-Well, I didn't.
Likely.
Well, it stands to reason, don't it?
So you went sneaking
behind me bleedin' back?
Well, what else was I supposed to do?
I mean, look at it
from my point of view.
I hardly ever see ya. I don't know
nothing about you, where you live.
-I told you.
-Well, it ain't the same thing, is it?
-Well, I don't want you prying.
-What?
Prying. And all this snooping.
-Because that's what it is.
-l was only just tryin'...
Oh, you're driving me potty, Dad.
You've got to stop it.
You want me to never
see you again, do you?
Is that what you want?
‘Cause that's what I'll do.
I'll clear off out of here,
you just say the word.
You won't see me no more.
Just tell me you're sick of
the sight of me. You won't see me.
-Is that what you want, eh?
-You know it ain't.
-Dad.
-What?
You're looking awful.
Well, you know why.
It'd be different if we was together.
I'd be happy. I'd get better.
We could be happy again.
I know we could.
I've thought it all out.
There's only one answer for both of us.
You know I'm right.
I mean, look at us.
Both miserable, you and me.
Nowhere to go.
No proper place to live.
Well, that ain't no sort of a life,
girl.
We've gotta be together.
Gotta make a new start.
You're my daughter.
There ain't nothing gonna change that.
You couldn't change that
even if you wanted to.
I can't change it.
Diane.
What?
I'll tell you something.
I'd have done for meself
if you told me to go away.
I've thought it all out.
I'd have done it, I swear I would.
-Dad.
-What?
You gotta give me some time.
I need a bit of space.
You mustn't... You mustn't push me.
-Me head aches. I just can't think.
-All right.
How long?
I dunno.
-Dad.
-What?
-Nothing.
-No, go on.
It's just...
Yeah?
I wish we hadn't...
It's all right.
It's all right.
There's a couple of chalets,
then you go down this footpath
and then there's a steep walk
down the face of this cliff.
-Do heights make you giddy?
-Not usually.
Don't worry, I'll catch you if you fall.
When you get down there,
there's this lovely little cove.
Rocks, little strip of sand.
And the sea is fantastic,
you can see right down the bottom!
It's beautiful. You'll love it,
as long as it's not too cold.
-I haven't said yes yet.
-You will.
Oh, it's so nice down there.
Course, there's me sister, Jennifer.
She's a bleedin' pain.
Though all kids are at that age,
ain't they?
You'll like me mum and dad, though.
She'll feed you up, me mum.
Pasties, clotted cream.
Oh, you won't know
yourself after a week.
-Harry.
-What?
Hello.
I never even felt it coming on.
Just a throbbing...
...ache in me arm.
A lot like being run over.
Must be something like that.
Be abusor...
Or a lorry.
Just sort of hits ya.
Bang.
Me sides all still hot.
-I can hardly feel it.
-You're not supposed to move.
Just as well.
Bleedin' can't.
-You going?
-No.
I'll stay a bit longer.
They said I could.
Strong man.
Always have been.
Stroke's nothing.
Ain't going to stop in here.
Get better soon. They told me so.
That's right.
Diane?
What, Dad?
You gotta be with me now.
-What about Nick?
-He's lovely. Ain't ya?
-Yeah, I know but...
-What?
-You're taking him with you?
-Of course I am.
You don't think I'm going to leave him
with me mother, do ya?
No, he's coming with us.
Ain't ya, darling?
Did you hear that?
She thinks I'm gonna leave ya.
Mummy's little precious.
Oh, she's a naughty girl.
-l never meant...
-I know.
Of course, he is a bit
of a bother sometimes
but there's nothing much
I can do about it, is there?
Even if I wanted.
Now, then...
Here. It's amazing the stuff you find.
Where do you think I got it?
-Dunno.
-Neither do I.
Oh, well, I'll just leave it.
I don't believe in humping stuff around.
-How long are you going to be away?
-Oh, don't ask me.
Depends on Doug.
Couple of weeks,
couple of years, who knows?
-Carol?
-Yeah?
Oh, where's me blue T-shirt?
-Here.
-Oh, thanks.
-Gonna miss ya.
-Are ya?
Oh, do you hear that, darling?
Di's gonna to miss us.
We're going to miss you, too.
But I envy ya.
-You what?
-l do. I envy ya.
Why?
Well, it's obvious. I mean, you got
no ties, nothin' to keep ya.
I mean, you're lucky, kid.
-D'ya think so?
-Well, don't you?
-Sometimes.
-Well, then.
Christ, what d'ya want? Jam on it?
I mean, that's all I mean.
Well, I think that's about it, then.
Oh, don't look so miserable.
Well, you're a smashing kid.
Dad?
I've been trying to think.
Trying to get it sorted.
And it's ever so difficult.
I don't seem to be able
to get it straight.
Oh, me head's buzzing.
All jumbled up.
Nothing's clear.
Just bits and pieces.
You're me dad.
And I do love ya.
I wanna see you well.
Oh, but there's things.
All sorts of things.
I don't even know what they are yet.
But I know they're there.
I got...
...responsibilities.
I got me life.
Do you understand what I'm saying, Dad?
Well, I've gotta have me chance.
Bound to make
a terrible bleedin' muck-up,
knowing me.
But, it's all I can do.
It's the only time I got.
(BLOWTORCH HISSING)
(KNOCKING)
-The front door was open.
-That's okay.
I've been down the garage,
she ain't there.
No.
I didn't know she was leaving.
She never said.
-You've been upstairs?
-Yeah.
-She was on the first floor.
-Yeah, I know.
Did she say anything
about where she was going?
-Not to me.
-Oh, because I thought...
There's a bloke called Rooney,
you could ask him.
Is she coming back?
Dunno. Shouldn't think so.
She took her stuff.
-I'm sorry.
-Thanks, mate.
-Fair old job you got on ‘ere.
-Yeah.
-You're doing it on your tod, eh?
-Yeah.
-I bet that keeps you busy.
-Yeah, that's right.
-Yeah, it'll be all right, this.
-You reckon?
Yeah. It'll be beautiful when it's done.
-Here's hoping.
-Yeah, right.
-Yeah, I'm sorry I couldn't help ya.
-Nah, it's not your fault.
-Take it easy.
-Yeah, I'll see ya.
-What?
You know, any birds in the club?
-'Ere, join us up, I've got the urge.
-(BOY LAUGHS)
Piss off, twotl!
Come here, listen. What's this? Look.
Lady cyclist going up an ill!
# Old Mrs Wickwack lives at number nine
-BRIAN: Oi-oi.
-it's Jim.
BRIAN:
Working late again?
-All right, then?
-BENNY: "Room on the one behind."
Yeah.
-Hello, Benny, how you doing?
-BENNY: Okay.
-Want a fag?
-Ah, ta.
-Alan, Bri?
-Don't mind if I do.
-Want one, Dave?
-Nah, I give it up.
-Have ya? Wish I could!
-He's on glucose.
-Late turn then, Jim?
-Yeah, that's right.
-Thought you was early.
-Oh, I spread over, you know.
Ah.
BRIAN: Gonna be all right for Saturday?
JIM: Yeah, expect so.
BRIAN: Need you there.
JIM: You reckon?
BRIAN:
Can't do without ya!
BENNY: Wizard in-between
the sticks you are, Jim.
Doin' me best.
-Seen me dad?
-Nah.
-Where's he got to?
-Don't ask me.
-He's supposed to meet me.
-Yeah?
-Up the top.
-ALAN: In a rush?
DIANE: I've got his dinner.
He's made me late.
BENNY: Better hurry.
Yeah, get your skates on.
ALAN: We'll send out
a search party if you like.
-He must have forgotten.
-DIANE: Silly sod.
He's probably indoors.
-Yeah. See you. Ta-ra.
-JIM: Ta-ra, Di.
BENNY: Whoa!
BRIAN: What a sight!
-Here, who we playing Saturday?
-St Luke's.
-Blimey.
-Remember last year?
-Yeah, murder.
-Kicked us half to death.
-Couldn't move for a fortnight.
-Diabolical!
-You wasn't there.
-Shut your face!
There goes a member
of the working class, then.
-Don't be late in the morning.
-Joking. Ta-ra, lads.
-Ta-ra, Jim.
-Ta-ra.
Tim! Tim!
(CUPS CLATTERING)
Come on, darling.
Lovely Lou.
(BIRD CHIRPS)
-He's too old.
-Come on, lovey.
Pretty boy!
Silly sod!
-Buy another.
-What?
-Another budgie.
-Nah.
-Why not?
-Ruin him.
Never talk then.
Kill each other, more likely.
(BIRD CHIRPS)
(RADIO PLAYING QUIETLY)
You're going to be late.
Okay.
(BIRD CONTINUES CHIRPING)
-Where's me cardie?
-In the bedroom.
(DOG BARKING OUTSIDE)
(PLAYERS SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
(REF BLOWS WHISTLE)
Hello, Di!
-You finished, then?
-No, half-time. How you doing?
-Okay. You?
-Drawing. 1-1. It's a hard game.
-Is it?
-Yeah, bloody hard.
-Jim, want an orange?
-What?
-An orange!
-Oh, yeah. Excuse me.
JIM: How many you got?
-Enough to go around.
-Any spare?
-What do you think?
-Over there.
-(LAUGHS)
-Who is that?
-Jimmy's girlfriend.
-BRIAN: Supporters club.
-It's Diane Weaver.
-Good to see you.
Fine game, Jimmy. Keep it up.
(ALL LAUGHING)
-Here you are.
-No, thanks.
Go on, don't you want it?
No, thanks.
-I'll peel it.
-Not for me.
-Get my fingers sticky.
-Go on, take it. Lick ‘em.
-Blil
-Okay?
-You'd like it.
-What?
Coming to church. Really.
Why don't you try it?
Told you. I ain't got time.
-Looking after your dad?
-That's right.
-Do you do the cooking?
-Mostly.
-And cleaning and all?
-Share it.
Blimey. Not much joy.
-My dad's all right.
-Oh, yeah.
-Here, what's the matter?
-Pips.
-Giz 'em here.
-BENNY: Jim! How are you going?
BRIAN: Crafty!
ALAN: Here, you want to watch him, girl.
-TERRY: Right, on your toes, lads.
-Put them with the peelings.
-TERRY: Jimmy!
-You ain't half tidy, ain't ya?
-(WHISTLE BLOWS)
-TERRY: Jim!
-Come on, Jimmy.
-Game's just starting. I've gotta go.
-Yeah?
-Why don't you stay?
-What for?
-Watch the second half, eh? Go on.
-How long does it take?
-Forty-five minutes, that's all.
-I don't know.
-TERRY: Come on, Jimmy!
Yeah, coming, Terry, be with you!
-Take too long.
-No, it wouldn't.
I'll see.
-There's the stuff. Come on, girl.
-Chop-chop, Jimmy. Here we go.
Good to see you.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
Morning, Mr Weaver.
Morning, sir.
-Hot work.
-Sir.
-You've a lot on your hands.
-Right.
Might be able to help you
later in the week.
Get some of the boys out here.
It's all right, sir.
I can manage. Thank you, sir.
Isn't that good?
Right, then.
-Hold on, Diane! Wait for me!
-You ain't half slow.
Chain's slipping, bleedin' thing.
(WHEEL WHIRS)
Ah, sod it.
Excuse my French.
Let's have a...
Ah, leave it.
Will this do?
Don't mind.
-Suit ya?
-If you like.
-Wanna mint?
-Ta.
-Brought me groundsheet.
-Bli.
It's for you.
So as you don't catch cold.
There y'are, then.
-After you, then.
-After you.
-You comfy?
-Yeah.
Great.
-All rubble once, this.
-Yeah?
Yeah. Bleedin' great dump it was.
Stinking. Rubbish tip.
-Don't look like it.
-Not now.
Used to be swarming. Lorries all over.
Half the shit in London's
been carted over here.
-Bli.
-Tons of it. Mountains.
You should have seen what it was like.
-So what happened?
-Nothing.
Well, they built it up, didn't they?
Council grassed it over.
For pitches and things.
All part of the plan.
-Council?
-Yeah, that's right.
Rubble, shifted the lot of it.
Whole bleedin' lot.
-Still get stuff going through.
-Yeah?
Yeah, it's murder.
Murder when you play.
Bits of bottle, iron,
bits of old cars.
Gotta be careful. You gotta watch it.
Especially when it rains.
Damp forces it up. Something to do
with the pressure or something.
Something like that.
Your leg's all shaking.
A bloke went down a couple months ago,
halfway through a game.
Christ, you shoulda seen it.
Gash on his leg.
Whew! Blood! I could tell ya.
He come down to the hospital.
Going potty, he was.
-He okay?
-Yeah.
He had to have fourteen stitches,
he did.
-Bli!
-Fourteen.
-Are you cold?
-A bit.
Come here.
-Okay?
-Yeah.
You can see church over there.
Well, see the tower.
-And the flats.
-Right.
-Eight bells in there.
-You one of them ringers?
-That's right.
-Gor!
-What's the matter?
-Bleedin' hell.
-Don't you like it?
-Terrible bloody racket!
-Never!
-Drown out a bleedin' war.
-You ought to try it.
-Piss off.
-I'm serious.
-Are you?
-Yeah, it's very difficult.
-I'll bet.
-Science and an art, that is.
-I believe ya.
-It's God's honour.
-Thousands wouldn't.
-Is your mum dead, what?
-Buggered off.
-When?
-l dunno.
-That's a bit rough, isn't it?
-Why?
‘Cause it is.
How do you know?
Well, I just thought.
-Well, it stands to reason, doesn't it?
-Do it?
Yeah, I suppose.
-It ain't so bad.
-No?
-Me dad, he's all right.
-Yeah.
-She wasn't that good.
-Your mum?
-Nah, must have been a right cow.
-How do you know?
-It's obvious, must have been.
-Did he tell ya?
-No, he don't say much.
-So I noticed.
-My old man, he's okay.
-Yeah.
-Want another mint?
-No, thanks.
Wanna kiss me?
No.
Bum's getting cold.
Listen, Diane.
I don't... I don't want you to think...
You mustn't...
I res... I respect you.
And I...
It's God's honour, Di.
-(HORN SOUNDING)
-I know you...
(SIGHS)
I got respect.
And I, I wanna be with you.
I wanna...
And I want...
And I want you to know. All right?
(BICYCLE BELL RINGS)
-Hello, Di.
-Hello.
-What ya reading?
-A book.
Can I have a look?
Jesus! Where'd you get this?
-Someone gave it me.
-Present?
-Yeah.
-Who from?
-Mind your own.
-What's it like?
-Boring.
-Yeah?
Waste of time.
-Fancy a push?
-Don't mind.
I'll push you.
Not too high.
-Hello, Dave. Keeping fit?
-Look at that coordination!
-Fantastic!
-See his muscles?
-I do!
-Rippling, that's what they're doing.
-Poetry.
-In motion.
-Mr Universe.
-Piss off!
-Feel the breeze?
-Lovely.
-How's it strike ya?
-Comes and goes.
-DAVE: Watch it!
-Careful, you nearly had me.
BENNY: Wanna kill him?
DIANE: Silly sod!
-BENNY: You all right, mate?
-Only just.
-You wanna be more careful.
-Tell him.
-My mate Brian?
-His fault.
-He wasn't looking.
-Maniac.
-It's a good thing I'm quick.
-(LAUGHS)
-You fancy?
-Game if you are.
-See who's highest.
-Have a race.
-Past the top bars.
-Over the houses.
-Bet says I beat ya.
-Dave judges, you're on.
BENNY: Okay, Dave?
DAVE: Okay. Go.
-BENNY: Gonna beat ya.
-DAVE: Arseholes.
BENNY:
You're out of practice.
-DAVE: I'm in front!
-DIANE: Dave!
BENNY: Don't stop now,
mate. Keep her going.
-BRIAN: Push her higher.
-DIANE: Let me down, Dave.
(BOMBER NOISES)
-DIANE: No, Dave!
-BENNY: Right on target!
DIANE: Dave, stop it!
BRIAN: Berlin!
BENNY: Hiroshima!
BRIAN: Paul Newman!
-BENNY: Steve McQueen!
-(DIANE CONTINUES SCREAMING)
-BRIAN Arrgh!
-BENNY: What's the matter?
-BRIAN: He got me!
-(DIANE SCREAMS)
-German bastard! You got me mate.
-BRIAN: Too late, aarrgh!
BENNY: I'll get him.
BRIAN: Bring me him. Bastard!
-BRIAN: Bring me him!
-BENNY: You swine! I'll get him.
-BENNY: Kamikaze!
-DIANE: Dave!
-(DIANE SCREAMS)
-BENNY: Watch yourself!
WEAVER:
You, you little bastard! You!
You little bastard! I've got you!
Get out of it!
Go on! You wait!
Wait till I get hold of you,
I'll kick your arses!
I know ya!
And you others! I know you and all!
Bloody hooligans!
Bleeding sods!
Come on!
Get out of it!
Get indoors! Come on!
Don't let me tell you twice!
I thought you had more bloody sense!
Come on, get out of it!
Go on, get home!
The bloody lot of ya!
I know ya!
Here we are, then.
Mind your napper.
Do you like it?
That awful climb!
-You got your breath back?
-Mmm.
-All right, giz a kiss, then.
-What?
You heard. Giz a kiss.
-Come here, then.
-Nah! You.
Nah, you!
I'm potty about you. Do you know that?
Potty.
Giz a kiss.
More.
-More, more, more!
-Gotta catch me first.
All right, then. I can catch you.
I'm gonna have ya.
(DIANE GIGGLING)
(JIM GROWLING)
(DIANE LAUGHING)
All right, got you!
Hey, watch it! Let go of the rope!
Let it go! Let it go! Let it go!
Phew! Christ!
-What's the matter?
-You could have killed yourself.
-Yeah?
-Honest.
-Bells are up.
-What's that mean?
Look.
-So?
-Well, the bells are up.
Bleedin' brilliant.
Nah.
When the bells are up,
it means they're just balanced,
see, ready for ringing.
It's like you.
Like you're standing on your head.
And if you pull the rope,
the whole bleedin' lot comes right down.
Fourteen hundred weight of bell
come swinging down
and the rope goes straight up. Bang!
Yeah?
That's you that,
straight up the ceiling.
Blil
Then where'd I be? Eh?
Come on, now.
Here y'are.
Lucky I've got you with me.
Right.
Might've got done in.
You'll be safe there.
It's my fault, you weren't to know.
What are you doing that for?
Stops the dust. Keeps the ropes clean.
Bli.
There we are.
Mind your feet.
All right?
Giz a kiss, then.
You just had two.
I know. I'm greedy. Insatiable.
-Sex maniac.
-Yeah. That's me.
Come here.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(BIRD CHIRPING)
Where's me magazine, then, Dad?
What you done with it?
It was here this morning.
Where's it gone?
Have you gone deaf or something?
I asked you, where's me magazine?
Oh, gor, that's charming, innit?
Thanks, Dad.
What you looking at me like that for?
Had your penn'orth?
-Wanna cup of tea?
-No.
All there?
Oh, charming! Yeah.
Thanks very much, Dad.
-Ain't you got no homework?
-No.
-Why not?
-'Cause I ain't.
Well, you ought to have.
I'm leaving there anyway.
-What?
-I said I'm leaving.
-What for?
-'Cause I want to.
Satisfied?
-Well, I thought you were happy...
-Well, you thought wrong, didn't ya?
I just told you, I'm leaving.
And that's that.
I hate that place.
Hate it. Always have.
Lousy teachers, stinking floors,
bleedin' smelly classrooms.
y
-What you gonna do?
-What do you mean?
-When you leave.
-I've left! I just told you.
Yeah, all right.
Well, what ya gonna do?
I dunno.
Something.
Anything.
Get meself a job.
Where?
I don't bleeding know, do I?
-There's loads of places.
-Where?
Oh, for God's sake!
Stop asking such
bleedin' stupid questions, Dad.
Oh, God!
It's as though she's gone off me.
Oh.
She hasn't.
I know she hasn't. I can tell.
-Tel?
-Yeah?
Do you love anybody?
I try to love everyone.
It's not the same.
I'm human.
That's not what I mean.
-We finished, then?
-Jimmy...
-'Cause I've got to go.
-God isn't exclusive, Jimmy.
He sees all things.
And we're just a tiny part of it.
Infinitesimal, do you see?
We count, though.
Each of us just as much as the other.
No more, but no less.
The same.
What I'm trying to say to you,
Jimmy, is that
God's plan for each of us
may be different from what we imagine.
We may not, not at first,
see or believe that he's right.
He is, though.
That's the wonder, the beauty of it.
And, eventually, we'll come,
all of us,
to realise and to know
how right God is.
And just, and good and loving to us all.
Do you see?
Yes, Father.
Well...
Gotta get me clobber off. Gotta go.
I told her straight.
Went up and told her,
"You may be the supervisor here,"
I said, "but you ain't supervising me."
Nosey old cow!
-What she say?
-Nothing.
Some old jaw.
Then what?
Says I'm insolent.
Goes and tells the manager.
Bleeding cheek!
-What did he say?
-Liberty! Could've killed her.
Rotten cow.
What? Oh, him?
The usual, what do you expect?
-How many is that now?
-l don't know. Four, five?
He can keep his job.
Plenty more for the asking.
I told him.
You should have seen his face.
-It's a problem.
-Stupid twot.
Whatcha doin' that for?
‘Cause I brought it. What do you think?
There ain't no ducks.
How do you know?
-l can't see none.
-So?
Well, have a look, can you?
-They're here somewhere.
-Yeah?
Probably waiting.
What for?
Till they're hungry, silly sod.
-Where?
-Where what?
Where they waiting?
I don't bleeding know, do I?
-Oh, Jim, you ain't half a pain.
-I'm sorry.
-Always on, drive me bloody potty.
-I'm sorry.
Ah, give it a rest, can't you?
Drive me round the bleeding bend!
-Anyway, there's swans.
-What?
Swans.
Where?
-Down there.
-Yeah?
I've seen them. They've got a nest.
-Well?
-Well, what?
Seen them?
I might have. I'm not sure.
Big pile of sticks. Didn't you see it?
-Yeah.
-Well, then, that's their nest.
-Diane...
-What?
-l want to tell you something.
-What?
No, look, it's just...
-You see...
-Oh, get on with it.
Look, if you've...
Oh, God, Jim.
Let's suppose there's...
Look, what I mean is
I don't mind. All right?
-What?
-l don't mind.
-Oh!
-Now, listen, Di,
it's important.
I've been thinking, please.
Look, it don't matter,
not to me, it don't.
If you've...
That's your business,
I got no right to condemn ya.
What?
Let's get married.
What?
I love you, Di, really do.
I'll look after ya.
And the kiddie.
I don't care. I don't mind whose it is.
They can't stop us. Not really.
I'd take care of ya, God's honour.
I don't mind, love. Really, I don't.
You're all I want, Di. Always will be.
Let's get married.
I love ya, Di.
What d'ya say?
-You got a nerve!
-Diane?
What do you take me for, eh?
-Come on, tell us!
-Listen...
What do you take me for,
some old whore?
-Diane...
-There's nothing!
Do you hear me? Nothing!
-You've got a filthy mind.
-Darling...
Don't give me that! I know you.
I heard what you just said.
-No, love.
-You bugger!
-No, you've got it wrong, love.
-Rotten bugger!
-Filthy sod!
-Diane...
I told you, nothing!
-l didn't mean to...
-You ought to be dead!
I wish you was,
the whole bleedin' lot of you.
-You're all filthy buggers!
-Oh, Christ, Di...
-Filth! Filth! Filth!
-Diane.
Don't you touch me!
Keep away from me!
Sorry, love.
Pass me my handbag.
Gor, bleeding ruin.
Where's me...?
Oh, here it is.
(BLOWS NOSE)
-Better be going.
-What?
-Going. It's getting late.
-No.
I gotta be up in the morning.
Early turn.
Well, you go, then!
-No.
-Go on, if you must.
-Don't be silly, Di.
-l don't care.
-Di...
-Oh, just go!
Don't be like that.
I'm staying with you. Take your time.
-You stay there.
-What?
-Stay there.
-What for?
Gotta go to them trees.
-Oh, you want...
-Just stay there.
Or go if you want, I don't care.
-BENNY: Hello, then!
-BRIAN: Oi, oi, oi.
-By your tod, then?
-What are you doing?
-Thinking.
-BRIAN: Yeah, I'l bet.
-You're out late.
-Hark at granddad!
Ought to be in bed by now.
-Yeah, with me teddy.
-Oh, bollocks.
BENNY:
That sounds more like!
What you on, then?
-BRIAN: Training.
-Yeah?
What do you think this is? Scotch mist?
JIM:
Oh, never noticed.
-Jesus!
-What do you think it's for?
-Getting fit.
-Right.
-Bit of running.
-Got to.
-JIM: Yeah?
-Season's starting in a bit.
-JIM: Oh, yeah.
-Can't do without you, Jim.
BENNY:
Start getting your gear out soon.
Jim, you seen this?
Jim?
-Yeah, great!
-BENNY: You reckon?
-Yeah.
-Good for yal
See, the blood runs down to your head.
And it's good for your health.
Helps the muscles, helps the spine.
Stop twitching and let me down.
What I mean is, it's got to, innit?
I mean, it's obvious.
Hello, there, it's little Diane.
BENNY: (GRUNTING) Twat.
DIANE: So you stayed, then?
Of course I did.
-What you been talking about?
-You what?
Laughing and whispering
with your bleeding mates.
(LAUGHING)
Come on.
-Let's go, I'm freezing.
-Okay.
(WHISTLING)
(COUGHING)
-Hey! Do you mind?
-Sorry.
-Bloody hooligan.
-Sorry, Mr Weaver.
What do you think you're doing,
playing with a ball?
It's not allowed.
You've been told before,
you and them others.
-It's against council rules.
-Not doing any harm.
Don't give me no lip, I'm telling ya.
There's signs, you want to read ‘em!
-"No ball games allowed".
-Ohl
You got eyes.
Use 'em.
And bleeding well behave yourself.
You're a menace. You and them others.
I've reported you once before.
I'll do it again, too.
I'll go down the council.
I'm sick of the sight of you!
-Now, clear off out of it.
-Ohl
Go on! Piss off.
Bloody menace.
I'll bend your membership card
for you, mate.
BENNY: Bend it with your arse
or your elbow?
-Trouble?
-Puncture.
-Want some help?
-Nope.
Huh.
-All dressed up.
-Yeah.
Nowhere to go.
-How'd you do it, then?
-Glass in the road.
-Wanna watch where you're steering.
-Prick.
-Watch it!
-What's the matter?
-You be careful.
-l won't hurt it. Christ.
Bit thin, innit?
-I said it's a bit thin.
-Lightweight cover, imported.
-Yeah?
-Used for the Tour de France.
BENNY: Ha, too late!
DAVE: What?
BENNY: It'll be all dry by now,
you'll have to start again.
DAVE: It's not dry.
BENNY: Yeah?
DAVE: Don't take the piss.
(BOYS CONTINUE TALKING)
-Clumsy sod!
-Look, I'll put them all back.
Oh, get out of it!
Diane! Diane,
come here a minute, will ya?
-Get out of it!
-I'm only helping.
Bloody hindering! Piss off.
-Sorry, Dave.
-I said piss off!
‘Ere, hold this a minute, will ya, Di?
-That it, then?
-Yeah, great. Thanks, Di.
Looking rough.
Little Diane.
Yeah, rough.
Needs a change. (CHUCKLES)
-Want some help?
-No, thanks.
Only asking. Some mothers.
(WHISTLING)
TERRY: I'l do all I can.
Do you have everything?
Diane?
Is there anything you need?
They seem nice people here.
They're worried about you.
They're being very kind.
Would you like me to pray?
Diane?
It might help.
Jim came with me.
Ooh?
He wants to see you.
Ooh?
He's...
He's waiting outside.
He wants very much to see you.
Yes.
Won't you let him?
No.
He loves you, Diane.
I know.
Do you...
have any feelings for him?
For Jimmy? Of course I do.
What sort of feelings?
Dunno, really.
What do you mean?
Well...
-When people...
-Jim's all right.
I beg your pardon?
Jimmy, he's all right.
Yes.
That what you wanted?
Do you love him, Diane?
No, I don't think so.
-Because...
-Not really.
No.
How long am I going to be here?
I don't know.
-Years?
-I can't tell you that.
I hope not.
It isn't up to me.
Expect it'll be years. It's my luck.
Have you seen me dad?
No.
Why not?
I haven't.
You should have done.
Why haven't you seen him?
I don't know.
You should have seen him.
Yes.
Where'd they put him?
In...
another place.
Like this?
I suppose.
I see.
-They had to.
-Yeah.
-He...
-Yeah, I suppose.
-Diane...
-Poor old Dad.
Can I see him?
Do you want to?
Yeah.
-After now?
-Yeah, course I do.
Why shouldn't I?
No.
What he was doing with you was wrong.
Unnatural.
He's your father, Diane.
A wicked thing.
No, you won't be allowed to see him.
Not again?
No.
Not ever?
No.
Poor old Dad.
Let us pray.
Almighty God,
Heavenly Father,
look down on us here today.
Let thy mercy fall on us, dear Lord,
and help us to find understanding
because thy way is a hard way.
And our understanding is not thine.
And especially, we pray thee, dear Lord,
for thy compassion
for this, thy daughter, here.
Let down thy grace on us, O God,
and fill us with thy inestimable love.
Help us.
Help us, dear Lord.
Teach us to find the path,
because, without thee, we are nothing.
Without thy guidance, we are lost.
Amen.
It was a secret.
Nobody knew. Not even Dad.
He never guessed.
Jim never. He never had a clue.
I was too clever for him.
None of you knew.
It wasn't breathing when it came out.
Didn't make a sound.
Never moved.
I know, 'cause I looked.
And there was something,
I dunno,
something the matter with its head.
It wasn't right. You could tell.
The doctor told 'em.
He said so afterwards.
He agreed. He told 'em.
So you can't say it was murder.
I'd never do a thing like that.
I put itin a towel, wrapped it up
and I put it in the cupboard,
next to the hot water.
But then I thought, "No, he'll find it.
He's bound to when he has his bath."
So I took it out,
wrapped it up again
and thought about what to do with it.
Then I went downstairs.
I was ever so sorry for it
because it wasn't its fault.
I don't think it was ready, you know.
Or perhaps it was always like that.
You couldn't help feeling sorry for it
because it didn't look right,
didn't feel right.
You know what I mean?
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
I want my dad.
DIANE: There is a place in the
hostel for when you get out.
Don't stay too long.
Get your own room,
as soon as you're ready.
Don't be scared.
Try and find one.
And a job.
Gotta put the last
three years behind ya,
find some friends.
Good ones.
(RADIO PLAYING QUIETLY)
Number four, £2.50.
-Got a rag?
-What?
-A rag.
-What for?
I want to blow me nose, don't I?
Ta.
(MUSIC ON RADIO CONTINUES)
-Very nice.
-What's that for?
I've finished with it, ain't I?
-l don't want it.
-Don't ya?
-Over there.
-Waste a good rag?
£2.50.
Dead right.
Smashing eyesight you must have.
Ta.
Well?
Well, don't I get no stamps?
Oh, we've run out.
Oh, blimey!
Bang goes me fibreglass boat.
You have to initial this.
It's all right. You just put it here.
Here you are.
Mingy bloody firm,
they don't trust no-one these days.
Very nice.
"DW".
Nice little hand you've got.
Clear. Neat.
Very nice.
-What's it stand for?
-Mind your own.
DW.
I know, Doris Wayne.
Service with a smile.
You can't beat it. See you.
(MUSIC ON RADIO CONTINUES)
(BELL TOLLING)
Hi.
‘Ere, they in?
-Dunno, haven't seen 'em.
-Oh.
-Rooney's in.
-Oh, yeah?
-This is Diane.
-Hi.
-Hello.
-Come on, then.
That's Kev, Moggy's brother.
Well, I think he is.
He says he is.
I suppose he ought to know.
-Oh, he ain't half a weight.
-Who's Moggy?
Oh, Mog? She used to be here before.
-Before what?
-Before you.
Hold on. Won't be a sec, love.
Oh. Come on, darling.
-(NICK CRIES)
-Come on.
This is the kitchen. We share it,
like the bathroom and the lav.
You're up here.
I'm in that room on the right,
the lav's up there.
-Oh, did I say we share it?
-Yeah.
Ah, right, you're in here.
Family's in the basement. Italians.
Well, never see 'em.
They're all right,
as long as they get their rent.
Don't give me no trouble, anyway.
Kev's on the ground floor,
so is Rooney.
So with me and Nick
in there and you in here,
well, that's about it.
CAROL:
What do you think?
-It's not so bad.
-Hmm?
I've seen worse.
Yeah, we was keen, I mean, all of us.
All chasing around, planning.
It was like a madhouse
for a while, it was.
But then some of them went
and, well, Mog sort of
lost interest, really.
Then she went, so...
Well, nothing come of it.
So you see, that's why Kev's still
working on his own room.
Well, he got carried away
and now he can't stop.
Still, good luck to him.
I mean, it keeps him busy
and the Italians don't mind.
-ROONEY: Are you up there, Carol?
-Oh, what?
ROONEY:
Here a minute.
-Carol!
-I'm coming.
That's Rooney.
Here, take him for me, love, will ya?
(MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO)
ROONEY: Here, I wanna show you something
CAROL: I'm coming.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER DOWNSTAIRS)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
He likes ya.
He does. He's taken a fancy to ya.
(CHUCKLES)
Never heard him so quiet before.
You made a hit.
-Here, see that?
-What?
-He smiled.
-(NICK CHUCKLES)
Great big smile.
Didn't you see it?
Big as Christmas, a great big smile.
-Ain't you crafty, eh?
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
You're a devil.
-That's why he's called Nick.
-Okay?
-Happy as sandboys, ain't we?
-Well, what do you reckon?
-Suit you?
-Yeah.
-l don't want to.
-Why not?
-'Cause I don't.
-Too busy, are you?
-Not especially.
-I'll bet you are.
-No.
-Oh, choosy.
I know. You got a waiting list.
Can I put me name down?
-Here.
-Oh.
-You afraid I'll make him jealous?
-Who?
Your boyfriend, of course.
Number four, £3.75.
-Well, are you?
-You still here?
Oh, come on, darling.
He won't mind,
not to begin with, anyhow.
-I haven't got a boyfriend.
-No?
-No.
-Well, then.
-Oh, I don't like the pictures.
-Is that all?
-And I don't like going up west.
-No?
No, I hate it up there.
Well, there's plenty of
other places, take your pick.
No.
Well, what's the matter?
I don't like going out in the evening.
-Are you nervous?
-No.
Well, make it the daytime.
Nice, sunny afternoon.
-Working.
-Weekends?
Here lots of days.
Sundays! We'll go for a spin,
I know just the place to go.
In that?
-Why not?
-(CHUCKLES)
-Not good enough for you?
-No.
-What, then?
-Well, it don't belong to ya.
That's no problem.
I borrow it regular. Straight up,
it's mine most weekends.
-Trust me, they do.
-Yeah?
Yeah, of course. Think a lot of me.
I'm a coming lad, ain't I?
Gonna be a manager one of these days.
Don't you believe me?
No reason why I shouldn't.
Right, then. First good Sunday.
Make a note in your diary, okay?
-I dunno.
-Well, we'll go exploring.
I'll tell you the story of me life.
Harry...
-Didn't I pay you?
-Yeah.
All right, then.
I'll have one of those.
Five and a half.
-What's that for?
-Present.
-What for?
-'Cause I'm impulsive.
Finding out what you really like.
(ROONEY SHOUTING AND BANGING)
CAROL:
Rooney, you're a bastard!
ROONEY: Carol, you know something,
if you keep on at me you're gonna get...
CAROL: So you'll bash me?
ROONEY: / promise ya!
I've had enough, Carol, d'ya hear?
-(OBJECTS CLATTERING)
-ROONEY: Oh, Christ's sake!
(CAROL SCREAMING)
(SLAPPING SOUNDS)
CAROL:
Don't you dare to touch me!
(SCREAMING CONTINUES)
(INDISTINCT VOICES)
ROONEY:
Get out of it. Whaddya mean?
CAROL: You'll go tomorrow!
ROONEY: Why, you...
-Morning, Kev.
-Oh, haven't we got no coffee?
-No, you finished it yesterday.
-Oh.
-I'll get some later.
-Great.
On the way back from work.
Here.
-Ta.
-Do you fancy a bit of toast?
No, you sit down, Di.
He can do it himself if he wants it.
Got two hands of his own.
Tired?
Was awake half the bloody night.
-Maybe you're working too hard.
-Never.
He's always at it in that room.
-How's it coming, then, Kev?
-Not so bad.
-l ain't finished it yet, though.
-Mmm, I'll bet.
Still got a fair lot to get done.
Nah, it was bloody Rooney,
kept me awake for hours.
-Didn't you hear him?
-No.
Shouting, banging and thumping.
-Who did he have in there?
-l don't know.
Be back in a minute, darling.
Gonna take me bleeding ages.
Ah, well, never mind.
-I'll give you a hand if you like.
-Will you?
-If you like.
-You're on.
‘Ere, how's our Nick this morning, eh?
How's our naughty Nick?
RADIO: ...right through till 9 o'clock
tonight, looks like this...
-She changed him yet?
-Dunno.
I think he wants changing.
Don't you, boy, eh? Don't you?
Ah, look at him, covered in it!
She ought to know better than that.
RADIO: ...morning news
reviewed and discussed...
-DIANE: I'll do it.
-Nah, nah, let me.
RADIO:
At twelve-thirty, music is everything...
-Gor, poor little bugger.
-Nah, babies get like that.
I know. But he's like it all the time.
-No, he's not.
-Nah?
-Nol!
-What's this, then?
Oh, that's the way kids are.
Hold still, Nick. Soon be finished.
-Carol's a good mother.
-You what?
-I think she's a good mother to him.
-If you say so.
There.
Who's a nice, clean boy, eh?
(GRUNTING)
Up we get.
Yeah.
Here. Do you think he looks like me?
-What?
-Nick. Do you think he looks like me?
-Why?
-No reason.
-What d'ya think?
-Dunno.
Here, Nico, look at Di.
Go on, look at Di. Now, there.
Round about the eyes.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
-You take your hands off him.
-Oh, Carol.
I told you,
I don't want you touching him.
-Do you hear me? You leave him alone!
-Yeah.
Don't bother with them now, Di.
-It's all right.
-No, leave 'em.
-Won't take me a minute.
-No, it's all right, leave 'em.
You better get going, anyway,
you're going to be late for work.
-No, I'll do 'em later.
-Okay.
-See ya, Kev.
-See ya.
(MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO)
You're gonna be late.
(TOILET FLUSHING)
CAROL: That's the last time,
I'm telling ya!
KEVIN:
All right!
(MUSIC ON RADIO CONTINUES)
(SIGHS)
WEAVER: Diane?
Hello, girl.
You okay?
Yeah.
-Are you?
-Yeah.
That's good.
(SHIVERING)
-Do you wanna go for a walk?
-Nah.
Might warm you up a bit.
I'm a bit tired, that's all.
Any road,
it's better here.
‘Ere, Dad.
Oh, ta.
-Nice, this.
-Yeah.
Like it, do ya?
Mmm.
Don't like this park much meself.
-Nah?
-Nah.
Not this area. I hardly ever come here.
Too much of a mixture, you know.
Always was.
Always preferred
the other place, meself.
Yeah.
So you got a place, eh?
Yeah.
-Nice, is it?
-It's not so bad.
-Friends?
-A couple.
What sort of friends?
Dad!
Well, I'm bound to ask.
Interested, ain't I? Bound to be.
I'm living in a room, in an 'ouse,
with some friends.
There's a family, and some others,
and another family in the basement,
and there's me.
I'm working...
Well, you know where I'm working.
Been there a few months now.
But it's only temporary
‘cause I've started studying.
Learning, typing.
I mean, one of me friends,
she says it's not difficult.
So I'll pick it up easy.
Then I'll get me qualifications
and then I'll be all right.
-Sounds good.
-Do you think so?
Oh, yeah, certain. It's very promising.
Good girl, I knew you'd get on.
Took me a long time to find you. Well...
Fair old time.
They wouldn't say
where you was, of course.
Wouldn't tell me.
Oh, I don't blame 'em.
Only doing their job.
Only doing what they're told.
But I was gonna find ya,
however long it took.
I swore I'd find ya.
And I ave.
I've had a few jobs.
Just casual.
Didn't want 'em. Didn't need 'em.
Just for the money.
Just so that I could get it...
sorted out, you know.
Like I said, I...
I ain't been so clever.
Got to watch meself, got to take things
pretty easy, ‘cause, ‘cause...
‘Cause...
God, it was dreadful in there.
Dreadful.
You got no idea
what it was like in there.
Can't imagine,
thank Christ you can't imagine
what it was like for me in there.
Toe-rags.
Bastards.
I'd been better off dead.
Diane...
What, Dad?
I've been thinking.
What?
You're here, I'm here,
there ain't no-one else.
What's done is done.
Past, forgotten, finished.
Gotta put all that out of your mind.
What comes next, see,
that's what I've been thinking.
What we're gonna do now.
I need...
I need my daughter.
Of course, that's how it should be.
That's how it's gotta be.
Otherwise, you might just as well be...
an animal.
Might just as well be
a dumb, stupid animal.
That's what I've been thinking.
See what I mean, Diane?
Diane.
What?
You're all I got.
-We used to go on outings.
-Yeah?
-Yeah, once a year.
-Oh, yeah?
The flats where I used to live,
they used to take all the kids.
Where'd you go?
Oh, Southend a couple of times.
Once to Clacton.
-They used to hire a coach.
-That's a good idea.
Hmm. It was nice.
Mind you, they was exceptions.
Most of the time,
they took us to the zoo.
-The zoo?
-Yeah, that was a regular trip.
Used to come up like clockwork.
They must have got a reduction.
One year, they took us twice!
God, I knew that place
backwards after a bit.
-I don't think I've ever been there.
-Oh, it ain't much.
There's a hunting lodge up the road.
-You what?
-Queen Elizabeth's hunting lodge.
You know, the first one.
Did you ever see it?
-No.
-It's there, all right.
White walls,
black timbers up the front of it.
-It's ever so pretty.
-Yeah?
Yeah, she used to come here to do
her hunting. Or something like that.
No, I mean it,
this place was full of animals.
Wild boar, deer.
Elephants, who knows?
There's still deer in this forest,
do you know that?
-Yeah?
-Yeah, so they say.
And ponies, too.
You sometimes see them,
of course. Quite often.
Ain't never seen no deer.
I remember
when we was camping.
We used to creep out of a morning,
have a look for 'em.
Thought we'd catch them
having their breakfast
or something like that.
You know, just after the sun come up.
Walking about on tip-toe,
speaking in whispers.
Waving off shoo-flies,
headed to spring.
Nah, it weren't no good, though.
They was too crafty for us.
Or too bleeding shy.
-Look!
-What?
Look what I found!
Let's have a look.
-What is it?
-I dunno yet.
Maybe it's old.
Here.
Sixpence.
Two-and-a-half p.
Nineteen-thirty... Wait a minute.
Nineteen-thirty-seven!
It's been here all that time.
It don't follow.
-Why not?
-Well,
it could have been dropped anytime.
Do you think so?
Yeah, it could've been
dropped last week.
It's a sixpence.
There's still a few of 'em about,
you know.
Don't look used much.
People keep 'em.
Looks new to me.
It could have been dropped anytime.
Someone trod it in, who knows?
Well, I think it's been here ages.
-Do ya?
-Yeah.
Ever since... Ever since it got lost.
Souvenir?
-You what?
-You gonna keep it?
-Yeah.
-Nice.
Damp forces it up.
-Do what?
-Damp.
Something to do with pressure.
-Pressure?
-Something like that.
Comfortable, are ya?
-Mmm.
-Don't kill yourself.
-Ain't gonna.
-Nice.
-You got your eyes closed.
-So0?
So, suppose we hit something?
-We won't hit nothing.
-How do you know?
‘Cause you're in charge.
Is that a compliment?
-What do you think?
-I think it's a compliment.
Then itis.
D'ya wanna fag?
Di, d'ya wanna fag?
-Ow! You done that on purpose!
-I'm sorry, love.
-l never!
-Bugger.
-I couldn't help it.
-Oh, Harry!
I'm sorry, love.
-You watch what you're doing.
-Coursel!
You be careful.
-Ain't I always?
-Huh!
I'll hold me breath.
(MAKES CHOKING NOISE)
(MOCK CHOKING)
Can I breathe again?
-Oh, you silly sod.
-Ah, see, I wasn't concentrating.
-Telling me.
-It's all your fault, really.
-What?
-Watching you, wasn't I?
Can't take me eyes off you, Di.
The left one.
-Pull the left one.
-l am!
Then why are we going
round to the right?
Oh.
Diane, don't be stupid.
Look, pull the left string.
Go on.
Oh, I'm doing all the work,
you're not giving me a bit of help.
Di, look...
Change 'em over
or pull the other one or something.
Go on, pull it.
Come on. Look, we'll...
We'll be stuck out here all day.
That's better. Come on.
Oh, Di.
Pull the string! That one.
Go on!
-Enjoy yourself, did ya?
-Yeah, it was great.
-Honest?
-Great.
-Still got your tanner?
-Yeah.
Give us a kiss, then.
I won't bite ya.
(KISSES)
-Harry...
-Shh. I'm busy.
-No.
-Oh, Di.
I don't want to.
Can I have me hand back?
Listen, Harry, it was a nice day.
I enjoyed meself, honest.
-Don't let's spoil it.
-Anything you say.
I'll see ya tomorrow, yeah?
-Will ya?
-Try and stop me.
-Harry...
-Out ya get.
-Goodnight.
-Goodnight, love.
-Thank you.
-I'll see ya.
(LAUGHTER)
(LAUGHTER CONTINUES)
CAROL:
Oh, Diane, that you?
(LAUGHTER CONTINUES)
Come on, we're in 'ere.
Ah, come in, Diane, come in.
Sit. Sit yourself down.
Just what we need to make up the party.
Make a nice little foursome, yes?
-Carol, fetch the girl a glass.
-Yeah, I ‘ave.
ROONEY: Sit down, girl.
Have a little drinky.
Rest your bottom. There you go.
-Looks like Christmas.
-Does it, now?
-What ya celebrating?
-Anything you like.
Red or red?
-Do I get a choice?
-You do!
-Okay?
-Yeah, it's nice. Where d'ya get it?
Friend of Kev's.
All this?
Yeah. It fell off a lorry,
didn't it, Kev?
That's what he said.
-Here, doesn't she look nice?
-Yeah.
Been enjoying yourself, have ya?
-Yeah.
-Where'd you go, then?
-Oh...
-She's been out in the sun.
Haven't you, girly?
Isn't that where you've been?
Yeah, that's right.
Here, what's he called?
-Who?
-Your boyfriend.
-Harry.
-That's a grand old name.
Yeah, he sounds all right. Is he?
-Yeah.
-Well, you should have brought him in.
-No.
-Why didn't you?
-Didn't want to.
-Oh, well, you should have.
He had to go.
-Oh, he could have.
-She knows what's fitting.
Knows what's proper.
-l mean, she's not a slut.
-Rooney.
You're a good girl, yes?
Not one of them
bits of rubbish lying around
-for just anybody to pick up.
-Oh, Rooney, lay off.
ROONEY: "Lay off," she says.
My Christ, that's good.
-Yeah, well, leave her alone.
-Shut your mouth, you dirty bitch.
Hold your noise.
She's got a quality, she has.
Haven't you, girly?
Knows how to handle herself.
Good material. Top of the tree.
CAROL: What about Kev?
ROONEY: He can pour his own.
No, no. She's not a slut.
Only got to look at her.
And I've seen 'em. Seen 'em all over.
-Isn't that so?
-Oh, God.
-lsn't it?
-Yes, Rooney.
Then shut your face.
Drink up, girly.
Here's to you.
I was in Mexico once.
In a brothel. A cheap, stinking brothel.
-lt was in one of them border towns.
-Here we go.
-Hey, what you want to do that for?
-He knows.
-Are you all right, Kev?
-Yeah.
-Oh, honestly.
-You want the same?
And the girls Diane!
You should'a seen 'em!
Girls. Kids, that's what they were.
I tell you, they were only kids,
hardly dry from their mothers.
For two American dollars.
-Broke your heart.
-(NICK CRYING)
CAROL: Oh, God.
Now look what you've done.
-See to him. Go on.
-I'l go.
You stay where you are, you hear?
It's her job. Now, you sit down, boy.
See to the babby, go on.
Mother's place is with her offspring.
It's a bond. A tie.
You can't give it over.
Can't dissolve it.
It's in the blood, girl.
Isn't that so?
Isn't it?
Yeah, itis.
ROONEY: Right.
-How's the babby?
-He's okay.
-Asleep, is he?
-No thanks to you.
-Ah, Carol.
-Oh, piss off.
-You know I didn't mean it.
-You bastard!
-It's the truth.
-I told you.
-Carol...
-Leave me alone.
You're the best there is.
You just take it easy.
(BLOWTORCH HISSING)
This is just a baby.
More of a fag lighter, really.
You wanna see the big ones,
the ones you have to pump.
-Yeah?
-Flamethrowers, that's what they are.
Now, hold it away
from you all the time.
You got it?
-Yeah.
-Off you go.
Now, wait till the paintwork bubbles.
All comes up in dirty great blisters,
and then they start popping
and that's when you start to sweat.
-Oh, you're breathing down me earhole.
-Oh, sorry.
Oh, you're putting me off.
Sorry.
Here, do you wanna coffee?
-In a minute.
-Fair enough.
Oh, I still got
a couple of layers to go.
I ain't ever going to
get through these.
I've had about seven layers
off already, you know that?
-Yeah?
-Bastard getting off.
I should think the whole history
of this house is on these walls.
I mean, some of these designs!
Birds and flowers, and Chinese
bleedin' patterns on some of ‘em.
I mean, what sort of people
put stuff like that up, eh?
I mean, I ask you, they must...
-Oh, shit!
-What's the matter?
The plaster's coming down.
It gets dry, see.
Then it starts to crumble.
Time-expired, they call it.
At times, you can feel
the whole wall give.
Course, you can get stuff.
Sort of Polycell.
Helps get the paper off.
You mix it up and spread it on
and let it soak in for a bit.
Helps get the paper off.
It's all a bit of a waste,
if you ask me.
-Kev?
-Yeah?
Has he really done them things?
Been to all them places?
-What, Rooney?
-Yeah.
Says he has.
He's all talk.
Reckons he's tough, but he isn't.
You don't wanna be worryin'
about Rooney.
Oh, I ain't worried about him.
He's all mouth.
How ya doin'?
-Dunno.
-You've done it all for me, have ya?
Come and have a look.
It bubbles, but then I can't get it off.
And I'm pressin' as hard as I can.
I've done what you said.
What am I doing wrong?
You're doing too much.
-What?
-Too much.
You've got to concentrate
on one little bit at a time.
It cools very quickly.
You're tryin' to do the whole
panel at once, it's hopeless.
-Yeah?
-Here.
You gotta take your time.
-Yeah, you're right.
-Never mind.
-Is it ruined?
-No, it's very good for a beginner.
-Is it?
-It's a bloody good start.
-Here, how 'bout that coffee?
-Mmm, yeah, it'd be nice.
Right, we'll get that off
and then sand it,
then prime it,
and you can help me with that,
then sand it again,
undercoat, sand it,
-another undercoat, sand it again...
-Oh, God.
-...and then we do the topcoat.
-Blimey!
Well, you've gotta do it right!
What colour are you going to paint it?
I thought dove grey.
-Oh, nice.
-D'ya reckon?
Yeah, it'd be really nice.
-Here, she ought to be back by now.
-Oh, it's not late.
-Where'd she say she was going?
-Somewhere with Nick.
Never know where she is half the time.
Oh, she'll be all right.
He does look like me.
Round about the eyes.
Ta.
-Here, there was a bloke round here.
-When?
-Other day.
-What sort of bloke?
Old. Sort of gone over.
He come in the morning.
He was asking for you.
It's me dad.
-Oh.
-He ain't been well.
No?
-What did you say to him?
-Nothing.
Well, he comes here, asking for ya,
asking about ya.
What d'ya say?
I said I didn't know who you were,
said I couldn't help him.
I mean, what was I supposed to say, Di?
-Nothing.
-I'm sorry.
-No, it's all right.
-I never knew it was your father.
Oh, it's not your fault.
Only, why are you always so scared?
-Who, me?
-Yeah.
What are you so frightened about?
-That's the way I am, innit?
-You?
Yeah, it's obvious.
Anyway, it don't do to be nothing else.
Here, Diane...
-You got a new dress on.
-Yeah, listen.
Will you babysit for us tonight?
See, everyone's out.
-Will you be there with Nicky?
-Sure.
Oh, good. Oh, I'm out of breath.
-Where are you going?
-Bristol.
-Where?
-Bristol.
Oh, well, you never know your luck,
do ya?
-When will you be back?
-Oh, tomorrow. Or maybe the next day.
But it won't be no later,
I promise, Di.
-Okay. See you later.
-Yeah.
-Have a nice time.
-We will. Be good.
(NICK CRYING)
(CRYING CONTINUES)
DIANE: Hello.
Was that you crying? Come on.
That's it.
Oh. Out you come.
Don't want to sit in there, do you?
Have you been waiting a long time?
Have you?
Oh, what's that, hey?
Ah.
Look out there.
Look! Look at the cars.
Ooh!
Oh, you're a villain, ain't you? Hey?
Ain't you a villain? Hey?
Ooh!
Yes, you are.
Ain't ya? Who's a villain?
You are. Nick is. Yes.
You shoulda come to me.
Why didn't ya?
-(SCOFFS)
-Why didn't you, Dad?
-I didn't think you was interested.
-Huh.
-Well, I didn't.
Likely.
Well, it stands to reason, don't it?
So you went sneaking
behind me bleedin' back?
Well, what else was I supposed to do?
I mean, look at it
from my point of view.
I hardly ever see ya. I don't know
nothing about you, where you live.
-I told you.
-Well, it ain't the same thing, is it?
-Well, I don't want you prying.
-What?
Prying. And all this snooping.
-Because that's what it is.
-l was only just tryin'...
Oh, you're driving me potty, Dad.
You've got to stop it.
You want me to never
see you again, do you?
Is that what you want?
‘Cause that's what I'll do.
I'll clear off out of here,
you just say the word.
You won't see me no more.
Just tell me you're sick of
the sight of me. You won't see me.
-Is that what you want, eh?
-You know it ain't.
-Dad.
-What?
You're looking awful.
Well, you know why.
It'd be different if we was together.
I'd be happy. I'd get better.
We could be happy again.
I know we could.
I've thought it all out.
There's only one answer for both of us.
You know I'm right.
I mean, look at us.
Both miserable, you and me.
Nowhere to go.
No proper place to live.
Well, that ain't no sort of a life,
girl.
We've gotta be together.
Gotta make a new start.
You're my daughter.
There ain't nothing gonna change that.
You couldn't change that
even if you wanted to.
I can't change it.
Diane.
What?
I'll tell you something.
I'd have done for meself
if you told me to go away.
I've thought it all out.
I'd have done it, I swear I would.
-Dad.
-What?
You gotta give me some time.
I need a bit of space.
You mustn't... You mustn't push me.
-Me head aches. I just can't think.
-All right.
How long?
I dunno.
-Dad.
-What?
-Nothing.
-No, go on.
It's just...
Yeah?
I wish we hadn't...
It's all right.
It's all right.
There's a couple of chalets,
then you go down this footpath
and then there's a steep walk
down the face of this cliff.
-Do heights make you giddy?
-Not usually.
Don't worry, I'll catch you if you fall.
When you get down there,
there's this lovely little cove.
Rocks, little strip of sand.
And the sea is fantastic,
you can see right down the bottom!
It's beautiful. You'll love it,
as long as it's not too cold.
-I haven't said yes yet.
-You will.
Oh, it's so nice down there.
Course, there's me sister, Jennifer.
She's a bleedin' pain.
Though all kids are at that age,
ain't they?
You'll like me mum and dad, though.
She'll feed you up, me mum.
Pasties, clotted cream.
Oh, you won't know
yourself after a week.
-Harry.
-What?
Hello.
I never even felt it coming on.
Just a throbbing...
...ache in me arm.
A lot like being run over.
Must be something like that.
Be abusor...
Or a lorry.
Just sort of hits ya.
Bang.
Me sides all still hot.
-I can hardly feel it.
-You're not supposed to move.
Just as well.
Bleedin' can't.
-You going?
-No.
I'll stay a bit longer.
They said I could.
Strong man.
Always have been.
Stroke's nothing.
Ain't going to stop in here.
Get better soon. They told me so.
That's right.
Diane?
What, Dad?
You gotta be with me now.
-What about Nick?
-He's lovely. Ain't ya?
-Yeah, I know but...
-What?
-You're taking him with you?
-Of course I am.
You don't think I'm going to leave him
with me mother, do ya?
No, he's coming with us.
Ain't ya, darling?
Did you hear that?
She thinks I'm gonna leave ya.
Mummy's little precious.
Oh, she's a naughty girl.
-l never meant...
-I know.
Of course, he is a bit
of a bother sometimes
but there's nothing much
I can do about it, is there?
Even if I wanted.
Now, then...
Here. It's amazing the stuff you find.
Where do you think I got it?
-Dunno.
-Neither do I.
Oh, well, I'll just leave it.
I don't believe in humping stuff around.
-How long are you going to be away?
-Oh, don't ask me.
Depends on Doug.
Couple of weeks,
couple of years, who knows?
-Carol?
-Yeah?
Oh, where's me blue T-shirt?
-Here.
-Oh, thanks.
-Gonna miss ya.
-Are ya?
Oh, do you hear that, darling?
Di's gonna to miss us.
We're going to miss you, too.
But I envy ya.
-You what?
-l do. I envy ya.
Why?
Well, it's obvious. I mean, you got
no ties, nothin' to keep ya.
I mean, you're lucky, kid.
-D'ya think so?
-Well, don't you?
-Sometimes.
-Well, then.
Christ, what d'ya want? Jam on it?
I mean, that's all I mean.
Well, I think that's about it, then.
Oh, don't look so miserable.
Well, you're a smashing kid.
Dad?
I've been trying to think.
Trying to get it sorted.
And it's ever so difficult.
I don't seem to be able
to get it straight.
Oh, me head's buzzing.
All jumbled up.
Nothing's clear.
Just bits and pieces.
You're me dad.
And I do love ya.
I wanna see you well.
Oh, but there's things.
All sorts of things.
I don't even know what they are yet.
But I know they're there.
I got...
...responsibilities.
I got me life.
Do you understand what I'm saying, Dad?
Well, I've gotta have me chance.
Bound to make
a terrible bleedin' muck-up,
knowing me.
But, it's all I can do.
It's the only time I got.
(BLOWTORCH HISSING)
(KNOCKING)
-The front door was open.
-That's okay.
I've been down the garage,
she ain't there.
No.
I didn't know she was leaving.
She never said.
-You've been upstairs?
-Yeah.
-She was on the first floor.
-Yeah, I know.
Did she say anything
about where she was going?
-Not to me.
-Oh, because I thought...
There's a bloke called Rooney,
you could ask him.
Is she coming back?
Dunno. Shouldn't think so.
She took her stuff.
-I'm sorry.
-Thanks, mate.
-Fair old job you got on ‘ere.
-Yeah.
-You're doing it on your tod, eh?
-Yeah.
-I bet that keeps you busy.
-Yeah, that's right.
-Yeah, it'll be all right, this.
-You reckon?
Yeah. It'll be beautiful when it's done.
-Here's hoping.
-Yeah, right.
-Yeah, I'm sorry I couldn't help ya.
-Nah, it's not your fault.
-Take it easy.
-Yeah, I'll see ya.