Screen One (1985–2002): Season 6, Episode 5 - Meat - full transcript

[dark orchestral music]

[sombre piano music]

[Charlie gasps]

[Charlie groans]

[sombre piano music]

[Charlie] I tried not to move.

I was scared

of what might be out
there, outside the wall.

I wanted to scream,
but if I did scream

and there was something
there, it would know.

I forced myself to stop
thinking about the outside.



To stop imagining.

It's like I was
pulling everything in.

Everything began to fall away.

Like I was the only hard
thing in the whole world.

Couldn't tell how
long I'd been there.

But that didn't matter,
'cause no one could find me.

And nothing could touch me.

'Cause there was nothing.

Only me.

[sombre orchestral music]

Next morning, the cops came.

The sun was bright.

One of the cops picked me up.

Picked me up, but I
couldn't feel him.



It was like floating.

[Professor] And tell Miss
Hart what it was like

feeling like that.

It was good.

What would you say about
all that, Miss Hart?

[chuckles] I really don't
think it would be appropriate-

Please. It's a reasonable
request of a student, I think.

These interviews with
our young men are,

after all, for your benefit.

Maybe lying in that cottage,
Mr. Dyce became aware of him,

his self to a degree
that's unusual.

His self?

Would you say Mr. Dyce's
experience was a fortunate one?

That depends on the world
we live in, doesn't it?

How we treat each other.

How I see myself must
correspond with how the world,

other people, see me.

[Professor] And if the world
has less regard for you

than you have for
yourself, what then?

If I'm to survive, I
should have to adapt.

I should imagine a strong
sense of self-identity

could make that difficult.

So, in layman's
terms, Miss Hart,

what would you say Mr.
Dyce here needs from

"the world," as you put it?

A sight more bloody respect

than he's getting at the moment!

[Cadzow clears his throat]

Respect?

What respect did Mr. Dyce show

when he burgled shops and
broke into offices and schools?

I took nothin'.

I took nothin'.

That's correct, sir.

Not burgled in the
strict sense of the word.

Thank you, Mr. Cadzow.

Well, one wonders, then,

why he bothered.

-[bell rings]
-[footsteps clack]

[gate clangs]

[Cadzow] Do you mind?

Not at all. Please.

I wanted to say well done.

[Hart chuckles]

I won't piss about, Miss Hart.

I've dished it out more
than once in this place.

Only when I had to.

You won't approve, I
know, but there you are.

Charlie's different,
though. He's not a bad kid.

Charlie, I've looked after.

Between him and me, we've
kept his nose clean and now...

Now he's getting out.

So, tell me,

because he won't.

Why'd he break into all those
places and take bugger-all?

[chuckles] What makes you think
I'd know that, Mr. Cadzow?

Well, you seemed interested.

[Hart chuckles]

Something to do with
the cottage, perhaps.

A desire to relive
that experience?

They flattened the
place, you know.

[Guard] Has Mr. Cadzow
been along to say goodbye?

[Charlie] No, sir.

"No, sir. Yes, sir.

No, sir." [chuckles]

Squeaky clean, right
to the last day, Dyce?

-Yeah, sir.
-Shut up, ya little shite.

But he will be along.

Mr. Cadzow.

Your friend.

-I don't know, sir.
-Aye, he'll be along.

Though he should bother
with pond life like you

is a mystery to us all.

I mean, you're
shite, aren't you?

Scummy shite.
Cowardly scummy shite.

I mean, you stand there and
let me say all these things

and you do nothin'?

Now, me, I'd lash out.

I'd punch and kick
and scratch and gouge.

But not you.

Why is that?

Why don't you have a
go, for good riddance?

Put one on me.

Right there.

Go on.

I'm not an animal.

What was that?

I'm not an animal.

-Speak up, I can't-
-I'm not an animal!

I'm not an animal.

Everything all right?

Yeah, everything's fine.

I was just saying
adieu to Mr. Dyce here.

Good luck, Charlie, eh?

[Cadzow] You're taking
him with you, then?

Yeah.

Well, he's got no
tits or anything.

He'd be no good to
whoever gets my bed.

I don't want to see you back.

It might be different next time.

I won't be back, Mr. Cadzow.

Good.

You goin' home?

Charlie, when I look
back on my life,

it doesn't amount to
hellish much, you know, but,

amongst all the
disappointments and screw ups,

there are my three children.

And when I look at
my girls, I think,

"You haven't been a complete
waste of space, Cadzow.

Not after you did that!"

With a bit of help
from Mrs. Cadzow.

Listen, Charlie. A man's kids
should be precious to him.

'Cause they're all he
amounts to, really.

His footprint in the sand.
Do you know what I mean?

And I'm sure you
could give your people

the same thrill, Charlie.

That's all I'm saying.

You go home, son.
Square up with them.

[train roars]

[horn blows]

[punch clicks]

[sombre orchestral music]

[muffled announcement]

-[lively background chatter]
-[muffled announcement]

[traffic hums]

It's a matter of training,
Mr. Dyce. Qualifications.

You've got neither.

[phone rings]

Hello.

Yes, speaking?

-[traffic hums]
-[rain splashes]

[horn honks]

[man snores]

[man snores]

[paper tears]

[man snores]

-[clanging and clinking]
-[lively background chatter]

Oh, come on! Come on, will ya?

[water splashes]

[muffled music from radio]

[clanging]

* We can make it better *

What do you want?

I was wonderin'. How
long to become a waiter?

Piss off.

[clanging]

You don't even know me.

You what?

I asked politely. I was polite.

Oh, you want polite?

Well...

When I tell the boss in
the mornin' he's gonna have

to let you go, 'cause you're
a useless little prick,

I shall be politeness
itself, all right?

You can't do that.
It's not right.

[chef laughs]

[chef laughs]

[train roars]

How much?

50 a week.

Straight off your wages.

-[coaster clacks]
-[muffled music from radio]

[bottles clink]

[water splashes]

[Cecil] See you later.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[plate clacks]

* I'm in love with
you, Denis, ooh-be-do *

* I'm in love with you *

* Oh, Denis, ooh-be-do,
I'm in love with you *

[Radio DJ] Yeah, that's Blondie.

With Debbie Harry
with "Denis, Denis".

That's going out
to Graham Hopper.

[Frank] The new kid, who is he?

Just some kid.

You should've asked
before you took him on.

I haven't in the past, Frank.

I'd like it if you looked at me

when you're talking, Ronnie.

Sure, Frank.

Better.

If there's a problem, I'll
get rid of him, Frank.

I should think it's
a bit late for that.

I'd rather have him
where I can see him.

[door squeaks]

[door slams]

[baby grunts]

[machine hums]

[muffled music from radio]

[plates clink]

[spraying]

Excuse me?

You've missed a bit.

Oi.

[porcelain smashes]

Clear that up, will you?

Did you hear what I said?

Well, clear it up, then.

No.

You do what you're told, boy.

[chair scrapes]

-Myra.
-Oh, come on, Frank.

Leave it!

Look, don't just stand there!

-[sighs]
-[porcelain clinks]

[Charlie groans]

I said, let him do it.

Stop it, Frank.

-Move away, then.
-No, you stay there.

-[porcelain cracks]
-Frank!

[porcelain crunches]

Frank?

Frank!

Why don't you go
for a walk, Frank?

Cool off.

-[Charlie groans]
-Yeah.

Yeah, right.

Yeah.

[porcelain clinks]

[door opens]

[water splashes]

[sombre music]

[train clacks]

[Charlie sighs]

[plates clink]

All right?

What's your name?

Charlie.

Charlie Dyce.

Mine's Cecil.

I ain't telling you my
second one. It's too stupid.

[paper rustles]

You want more?

I'm skint, mate.

[spoon clacks]

[hissing]

You wanna watch it
round here, Charlie.

These are not nice people.

Still, I'll give it back to ya.

I'm off at West tonight.

Most likely see a
mate that owes me.

-[traffic roars]
-[background chatter]

What is it now?

11.

Come on!

[Charlie] All right?

Yeah.

Jesus, you ain't come all
this way for 50p, have ya?

No.

Hello.

Hiya.

Listen. I'm off, all right?

[Woman] Wanna come inside, boys?

Excuse me, wanna talk to me?

Have a look!

[car door slams]

So what brings you up here?

Charlie, is it?

That's right.

He said he'd be around.

I was hoping you'd be with him.

[Myra] And why was that, then?

I wanted to thank you.

-And ask you out somewhere.
-[distant horn honks]

Well, he wants to ask
me out too, Charlie.

But he's willing to pay.

Are you willing to pay, Charlie?

What's the matter, Charlie?

I, uh...

I seem to have made a mistake.

Sorry.

Walking's free, though.

So where are you from, Charlie?

Small place. You
wouldn't know it.

And you?

Bradford.

Still wanna take me out?

Yeah.

You and Frank.

You should've yelled out.
He'd have stopped then.

-That's what he wanted.
-So why not?

I think there's worse
things than a sore hand.

And what are they?

Giving in.

Come on.

So how long have you been here?

What's wrong?

Look, will you do me a
favour and get Cecil?

Tell him there's cops about.

Tell him I'll be
across the road.

[muffled moaning]

-[Charlie clears his throat]
-[trash cans rattle]

Cops.

And so the geezer says, right?

"I'm only giving you half!"

Half! Didn't he, Charlie?

-That's right.
-I couldn't believe it.

So I said, "I should tell your
missus, you little toerag!

'Caused I know names."

I say "It's the
full whack I want

or it's the divorce
courts for you!"

-Didn't I, Charlie?
-That's right.

I tell you what, though.

I wouldn't mind it the
cops turned up every time.

So long as I'm with
a punter who pays

even when he's had his fun
stopped, you know what I mean?

Excuse me.

Anyway, I got it
out of him, right?

-[Charlie retches]
-[vomit splashes]

[Charlie moans]

[lively arcade music]

Just over a year.

That's how long I've been here.

What about you?

Just here.

And before?

Young offenders.

-Breaking and entering.
-Oh, same as me, then.

Screwing for money.

[Charlie chuckles]

For money, right.

So going for Cecil,
you took a chance.

Why?

Because you asked me.

[lively background chatter]

You got a problem?

There was some cops about
earlier. It's all right now.

Well, go and earn
yourself some money, eh?

And you can tell that slag to
wiggle her arse or something.

The only thing likely to
stop her is a bloody hearse.

[engine roars]

I've got to work.

But not on Thursday.

[water splashes]

Sit down.

[chair scrapes]

Now, my little Myra's
taken a shine to you.

And that makes you
a very lucky boy,

because Myra's a good girl.

She's clean and careful.

She doesn't go around
sticking needles into herself,

or anything like that.

Now, as you'll have gathered,

I'm not thrilled by
this development.

As you'll have noticed.

Now, I could just sack
you, or have Ches here

smack you about a bit,
but there's no need,

'cause I don't think
you can take it, boy.

Not you.

All those other
stiffs touching her.

Now when she takes up with
me, she can kiss all of that,

because I am a man of substance,
I am what it's all about.

You've got nothing, boy.

With you, if she
doesn't get herself

under a paying customer,
she doesn't eat.

'Cause you're a shit, boy.

A nobody.

Now, you think about that.

[chair scrapes]

[suspenseful music]

It were the usual story.

You know, bright
lights in a big city.

I were gonna do well.

Good job and a nice
flat. [chuckles]

How stupid can you get?

Pretty soon, I were
broke and hungry.

Then I met Frank. He made me
a proposition and I accepted.

-You make it sound simple.
-Well, it is simple.

I've got nothing.

So you let a few guys
crawl over you, so what?

If it doesn't matter
who you do it with,

then why don't you
take up with Frank?

Let me him look after you.

Look. I do what I want, right?

Sure.

I mean, what is
this, for god's sake?

It's nothin'!

What do you wanna do next?

Ever heard of a
busman's holiday?

[switch clicks]

Bloody 'ell.

Frank's got six of us
in one of his flats

and I thought that were bad.

[Charlie chuckles]

Who is he?

He's Sir Thomas More. I
read about him in a book.

What's he doing up there, then?

I liked his story.

Well, go on then.
Tell me his story.

Well, I uh...

I didn't get most of
it, only that, um,

you know, the king wanted
him to say somethin',

and when he wouldn't,
he got 15 months.

And when he still
wouldn't, they killed him.

So he were a pillock.

[chuckles] You've got a picture
of a pillock on your wall.

[chuckles] Nobody can say
you're not different, Charlie.

You think so?

That's why I'm here.

You're shaking.

Jesus.

[distant thunder claps]

[rain splashes]

[heavy breathing]

[rain splashes]

[heavy breathing]

[rain splashes]

[heavy breathing]

-[rain splashes]
-[heavy breathing]

[heavy breathing]

[moans and pants]

Bastard.

[Charlie moans]

Bastard.

Bastard.

-Bastard, bastard, bastard.
-[horn blares]

Bastard!

-[tyres screech]
-[engine roars]

[rain patters]

Listen to that.

I like that.

Knowing you can't
be touched by it.

Charlie.

I wanted you, Myra.

You know how I live.

And what you do
is your business.

Yeah. Yeah, I know.

[sighs] And like I said,
it's not a problem.

Well, why's that, then?

I was thinking about you.

Look, maybe this is a bad idea.

-That's what Frank says.
-Yeah, well maybe he's right.

Frank's a stupid man, Myra.

He knows nothing.

[Myra sighs]

I want you to
listen to me, Myra.

Will you listen?

When you're working...

When you're working,

is it the same?

[Myra] No.

No, it's not the same, Charlie.

[Charlie] Well, then
it'll be all right, Myra.

It'll be all right, 'cause then

I can't be touched by it, Myra.

It comes clear, if
you think about it.

I say, "What are these people?"

And I say, "They're nothing.

They're not real, like me."

I mean, you don't
know them, do you?

So they're not real.

Not to me. Can you see that?

[Myra] If you think so.

It'll be all right.

It'll be all right.

[paper flicks]

You've done well.

Tah.

[Frank] You can have it
all, Myra, if you want.

-Look, Frank!
-Don't you pity me!

Not you! Not a slag!

Not a slag.

Get out!

[door opens]

That stinking little...

He's a nobody! He is a nobody!

Let me deal with him,
Frank. Sort it out.

No, I predicted. I
predicted he'd fold.

I said he would and he will.

There's no sign
of it yet, Frank.

They're going at
it like rabbits.

Shut it!

Just shut up, will you?

[Myra] Come on!

All right?

You're just standing there.

[camera clicks]

[footstep clacks]

-You sure they'll come out?
-Well, they better do.

I paid eight quid for
this, just to snap you,

stood in front of that pillock.

He's not a pillock.

Well, he got himself
killed, didn't he?

When all he had to do is say a
few words. He were a pillock.

Yeah, but if he'd
have said the words,

he'd have been deader than
they could've ever make him.

[Myra] Oh, yeah? And
how's that, then?

He'd have given in! Couldn't
stay who he was, Myra.

He'd have gone mad.

Myra!

[horn honks]

Smile!

[camera clicks]

[distant marching band music]

[camera clicks]

[man coughs]

Maybe I'll get you a
proper one, one day.

[chuckles] On what
Frank pays you?

Did you ever get much
from shops you screwed?

Not a lot, no.

Did you have a striped
jumper and a mask? [chuckles]

What?

[Myra chuckles]

And a black bag marked
"swag"? [chuckles]

I never took nothin'.

You what?

I never took nothin'.

Just did it to get in.

Wanted to be inside on my own.

I'd sit for hours.

Days, sometimes.

Well, no wonder you got caught.

And when the cops came, I'd say,

"That's a fair cop, Guv.
You got me, bang to rights."

Aww, pillock, you're
winding me up!

Only, I'd say it out of
the corner of my mouth.

"That's a fair cop, Guv.
You got me, bang to rights."

You silly sod!

-Come on. I'll have ya.
-[Myra giggles]

[Myra] No, get
off! Get off of me!

[Charlie] Come back, come
back, come back! Run, run, run!

[peaceful music]

[boat horn honks]

[camera clicks]

[camera clicks]

[Myra giggles]

[muffled chatter]

I've had a really nice day.

[Myra] Yeah?

[Charlie] Yeah.

I'm the same.

Which bit did you like best?

Oh, we haven't come to it yet.

What?

[Myra sighs]

I can't get enough
of you, Charlie.

Well what are we
doing here, then?

[heavy breathing]

What's wrong?

It's what you said.

What did I say?

Can't get enough of me.

-[Myra chuckles]
-You can't get enough of me.

I like that.

I've never heard it before.

Well, I'll say it again.

[heavy breathing]

I can't get enough
of you, Charlie.

[heavy breathing]

[distant chatter from TV]

[Cecil] Give it a rest, will ya?

What?

Him!

What's the matter with ya?

Couple of months back,
you were sharp as a tack,

then he comes along
and now look at ya.

That stuff's for
the comfortable.

It's not for us.
It's not for you.

Who says?

-Who says it is?
-Charlie says.

Charlie says.

-"Charlie says."
-[Myra sighs]

You're going soft, and
soft gets squashed!

[Myra] Look!

Mind your own, Cecil.

[glass thuds]

Couple of days back in the shop,

Cecil seemed a bit excited.

Hm.

Thinks you're softening
me up. [chuckles]

Turning me mushy.

Oh, he said that?

Look, we've done each other
some favours, that's all.

We're close.

-Now, come on. More.
-What do you say?

I say nothing.

Now, come on.

[door closes]

-So what do you want?
-Myra and me.

We're doing all right.

I don't want you interfering.

Oh, grow up. Look, I'll
tell you what I told her.

That way of living costs
and you've got nothing.

Neither of ya.

Myra loves me.

[Cecil sighs]

I'm going, or else I'll
be in tears in a minute.

Look, I'm somebody,
okay? I'm somebody.

Yeah, sure you are.

-I'm somebody!
-[thud]

[trash cans clatter]

I'm not like you. I
saw you, remember?

What you do. What you
let them do to you!

Take it easy!

You're so disgusting!
You're filthy!

You're nothing! You're
an empty stinkin'-

-Please, please!
-Shut up!

-Shut up!
-No, please!

I swear to god, Charlie! I
won't say anything word, right?

I won't say nothin' more,
just don't hit me again!

Don't hit me again, right?

Please.

[trash rustles and clinks]

[sombre orchestral music]

[Frank] I'm only 41,
Myra. If it's that.

I'm getting fit.

I'm working out with Ches,
two, three times a week.

[chuckles] I'm a
person of substance.

I've got a lot to give, me.

-Frank.
-You could have it all, Myra.

I could give you everything.

-It's not that, Frank!
-Well, what then?

Look, just think about
what I could give you.

A good life. A house,
money, nice clothes.

I just don't see
it that way, Frank.

Well, you do it
for them out there,

so why don't you do it for me?

'Cause they're gone
in the morning, Frank!

I'm sorry, Frank. I'm
not feeling very well.

I'm sorry.

[car door slams]

[melancholy music]

[coughs]

[retches and coughs]

[coughs]

God.

[breathes heavily]

Have you ever been...

Before, I mean?

No.

Then what will you do?

Get rid of it.

I just wanted it
to be different,
Charlie, like you said.

My little treat. [chuckles]

I mean, Christ, I used
the pill as well as...

I must've missed a
night or somethin'.

I just, I don't...

I don't know.

[sighs]

I'm sorry, Charlie. I just
want it to be so different.

It's my baby?

You know that?

I'm sorry.

In there is my baby?

Yeah.

[sobs]

[Charlie sobs]

[Charlie sobs]

Charlie?

Charlie, we can't have this.

[engine roars]

[tyres screech]

-[balls clack]
-[distant music]

[balls clack]

[whisky trickles]

[balls clack]

I had this friend, Mr. Cadzow.

Me told me about
his children once.

He said that they were
what he amounted to.

I didn't get it then, but...

What he meant was,
they were his success.

His "footprint in the sand."

His footprint in the sand.

That's what he meant.

[bottle scrapes]

[glass shatters]

[groans]

Frank?

I hear you're with child, Myra.

Taking a spot of
maternity leave, I heard.

No, you've got to
listen to me, Frank.

You keep away from her!

Not possible, son. Not
with what I've got in mind.

Frank, you've got
to listen to me.

No, Frank, you've
got to listen to me!

Frank!

-[Charlie screams]
-Frank! [sobs]

[Charlie screams]

-No!
-[Charlie screams]

-[sobs]
-[Frank grunts]

No!

[Charlie screams]

[Charlie chokes]

-[Frank grunts]
-[sobs]

-[sombre music]
-[Charlie screams]

-[sobs]
-[Frank grunts]

Charlie.

Charlie. [sobs]

-[glass shatters]
-[dark music]

Don't do it, Charlie!

[glass shatters]

[glass shatters]

-It's not gonna...
-[glass shatters]

-[clattering]
-Stop it!

-Stop it!
-Tough guy!

[glass shatters]

Stop it, Charlie.

I'm frightened, Charlie!

[glass shatters]

[sobs] I'm frightened.

[clattering]

Charlie!

[glass shatters]

No!

[glass shatters]

Jesus Christ.

[distant flames crackle]

[flames roar]

I'm movin'!

[flames crackle]

I was right to do it, Myra.

I was right! He
bloody deserved it!

[sombre music]

[knocks]

-[Myra pants]
-[muffled keys clink]

-Who is it?
-It's Myra.

I'm in trouble
with Frank, Mikki,

and I need a new place
for a couple of days.

-[door opens]
-[muffled rock music]

[sobs]

[sniffles]

Myra.

Leave me.

[sobs]

[match strikes]

[cup clacks]

[bottle clacks]

[door opens]

Sorry.

Didn't know we had company.

[door slams]

[jaunty ska music]

[phone rings]

[phone rings]

Yep.

Uh...

She's here, yeah.

Yeah, with company.

A young kid.

See ya.

[phone clacks]

-How friendly are you two?
-She's all right.

I mean, she took
us in, didn't she?

Where's Harry?

Late. He's always late.

You fancy anything?

Whose idea was it to come here?

His.

Typical.

Sure you don't want something?

He wouldn't.

[Charlie] Come on.

Come on!

[door slams]

Go, go, go!

You bastard.

[hurried footsteps clack]

[trash can clatters]

[cart rattles]

[cart rattles]

[Frank groans]

Get after him! Go!

-[hurried footsteps clack]
-[traffic hums]

[horns blare]

No more! Please no more. [sobs]

Charlie!

Charlie, he's got us!

Charlie, do something!

Will you shut up? Huh!

Myra!

Myra!

[horn blares]

[tyres screech]

[Myra wheezes]

[distant chatter]

[sombre music]

[Frank chuckles]

How's Myra? Did you see?

I didn't want this.

You did this.

I've hurt my leg.

Look, I swear I
didn't want this.

You little shit! Who
do you think you are?

I'm gonna... [groans]

-[groans]
-[thud]

-[groans]
-[thuds]

-[Charlie grunts]
-[thuds]

-[distant siren wails]
-[Charlie grunts]

[pants]

-[Charlie grunts]
-[thud]

Please stop.

[bottle clinks]

[glass smashes]

It's not happening.

[mumbles]

[yelps]

-[screams]
-[distant train roars]

[curtain rings scrape]

[Myra sniffles]

Oh, I've been waiting for hours.

They wouldn't let me in.

And I saw nurses running about
I said they had to let me in.

But you...

You don't look too
bad, now I can see you.

But they were running about
and saying things and...

Oh. [chuckles]

Yeah, you look fine, Myra.

You look great. You
look just great.

I'm all busted up,
Charlie. [sobs]

I'm all busted up
and it bloody hurts!

You'll be fine,
Myra. You look great.

It'll be all right.

Will it, Charlie?

And why is that?
'Cause you said so?

It'll be all right.

[Myra] Who do you think you are?

Look what you've done to me.

-Look what you-
-But it'll be all right!

It'll be all right!

The three of us. I'll
make it all right.

[Myra giggles]

The three of us?

What three?

Look at me, Charlie!

Look at me!

The baby's dead.

No.

-It's dead, Charlie.
-Don't say that.

-It gave in.
-Do you hear me?

-I said don't say that!
-It gave in, Charlie.

-You are lyin'!
-They took it away.

It's alive! It is alive, huh!

In there!

They burned it with
all the rubbish

and the bloody bandages!

It's dead, Charlie!

It's dead and I'm glad 'cause
it might've been like you.

It's dead, Charlie! Listen
to me, it's dead, Charlie.

It's dead, it's dead!

It's dead!

Charlie!

I'm sorry, Charlie!
Please, Charlie!

-Charlie!
-[doors thud]

[distant traffic hums]

[distant train clacks]

[water splashes]

[water splashes]

[Charlie screams]

[Charlie screams]

[Charlie screams]

Come on!

[razor clacks]

Come on! [sobs]

[curtain rings scrape]

[curtain rings scrape]

[curtain rings scrape]

[curtain rings scrape]

-Take it slowly.
-[Myra moans]

Bring the weight through.

And your leg through
and then the weight.

That's it. Now take it slowly
on the turn and step round.

Don't swivel.

-And leg through.
-[Myra moans]

Now bring the weight through.

Leg through, putting
the weight on it.

You've got a visitor, Myra.

You look disappointed.

So what's happening?

Getting better.

Was it bad?

[chuckles] Yeah,
pretty bad, I suppose.

[Myra sighs]

Have you seen him?

Who, Charlie?

Yeah, I see him regular.

Well, does he know you're here?

[chuckles] Know I'm here?

He doesn't know what
day it is, Myra.

I mean, he's swallowing anything
he can get his hands on.

What?

Give himself an edge,
I reckon, for the work.

What work?

He's on the game, Myra.

[chuckles] Yeah, Charlie.

You're lying.

[Cecil] No, it's the truth.
He come to me for advice.

I couldn't believe it.

I mean, right up to the last
minute, I couldn't believe it.

Jesus, was I wrong about
Charlie boy. [chuckles]

I mean, believe me,

it was like it was a
vocation or something.

He's for it anytime.

Any bloody place they
want to have him.

You should see some of the
rubbish he'll take on, Myra.

Oh, you should see 'em.

Keep up straight.

[grunting]

And just try and
keep your hips level.

That's better.

[grunting]

[grunting]

-[weights clack]
-[heavy breathing]

-[grunting]
-[weights clack]

I want to see him.

[lighter flicks]

Charlie.

Charlie.

Charlie!

Look, what I said, in the
hospital? I didn't mean it.

I were in pain.

I prayed you'd come
back, Charlie. I prayed.

Get her out, Cecil.

Give her a minute. Jesus.

Look at me, Charlie.

Look at me!

I didn't mean it, Charlie.

You've done enough.

-We can go away from here.
-[Charlie chuckles]

-We can go somewhere new.
-Oh.

You've done enough!

Charlie!

[breathes deeply]

-[Charlie spits]
-[gasps]

No.

No, I won't let you.
We're going, we're going!

Get her out, Cecil.

Help me, Charlie. I
can't move you, help me!

-Help me, no. No.
-Leave him.

-He doesn't wanna know, Myra.
-I'll make him listen.

He's out of it. Look at him!

Look, they'll put us
back down on the street.

Do you wanna see him
on the street? Come on.

-Let go, Cecil!
-Myra, come on!

[Myra] Cecil.

Leave me.

[sheet metal clatters]

Look, maybe if he'd
been himself, you know?

You're bloody
enjoying this, Cecil!

It means nothing to me, Myra!

[sheet metal clatters]

[traffic hums]

[muffled chatter]

[Man 1] Jesus. He's keen.

[Man 2] Have a word
with him, eh, Billy?

Yeah.

Wanna make some money, son?

Maybe.

-Is that your car?
-[Billy chuckles]

Not with me, son.

[engine roars]

[Cecil] What's it like in there?

It's all right.

It's clean.

When you coming back?

Why'd you come down here?

Charlie wants to see ya.

[car door slams]

-Charlie.
-What?

What? What?

You wanted to see me. Here I am!

Hm?

* We're in the money,
we're in the money *

[Myra] Stop it, Charlie.

My friends are putting
on a private show,

starring you and me.

It pays handsome and the
work's pleasant. 50/50 split.

[Myra] You're joking?

No, Myra. I'm not joking.

Said to my friends, I said,
"I know just the girl.

The audience will be new,
but she'll get over that.

She's a real pro," I said.

-You had no right!
-Where are you going?

-Let go, let go of me!
-Myra!

Myra, Myra!

Myra!

What do you think they'll do
to me if you don't come, hm?

[chuckles]

What do you think they'll do?

[upbeat electronic music]

[chuckles]

Aren't you going to put
on your little dress?

What would be the point?

Well, I don't know, Myra.

It's a customer
request is all I know.

And we are here to please.

Look at us, Charlie.

This is all wrong.

We're together again. I thought
that was what you wanted.

They're gonna watch us, Charlie.

Yeah, only for a bit.

And then, those who want to,

get to come and join us.

Bit of dogging.

You said they'd
just be watching.

Did I?

Well, I didn't think that
you'd mind what they did, Myra.

Charlie, that's sick.

And I wanna taste it.
I wanna get fat on it.

I wanna float in it.

It was an accident, Charlie.

I want them to look
at us and think,

"What kind of trash is this?"

I was hit by a bloody car.

-We let it happen.
-No.

-We let them kill our baby.
-It was an accident!

When they killed our baby,

they made a fool of
what we did in my bed.

They made a fool of it!

They made us no better
than the cats and the dogs.

-[barks]
-It was an accident!

Look, you can do what you want.

[Charlie barks]

-And you can say what you want.
-[Charlie barks]

Charlie wants to cover
his little bitch. [barks]

But not with me, Charlie!

-Not with me!
-[sombre music]

Hello, everybody. Uh...

Guess what?

Um, little Gretel has
buggered off on me. [chuckles]

She got all high-and-mighty
and she said that...

She said that you and me, she
said we were sick! [chuckles]

She just buggered off on me!

Anyway.

Anyway, I'm here, huh?

[chuckles] Come on,
we don't need her.

No, I can take you all on, yeah.

I can take you on, man. I
can give you a good time.

[breathes heavily]

We don't need her, huh?

We don't need her. I
can take 'em all, Billy.

We don't need her!

-[thud]
-[groans]

[laughs]

[rain splashes]

Now, you piss off, son!

Why, why, why don't you
have some, Billy, huh?

-Jesus Christ, son.
-Look, look!

A lovely boy, huh?

Have some!

Billy, have some!

[sobs]

Arsehole, that's
shite! You shite!

Huh! Piss me about!

Get out! Get out here!

Come on! Get out
here, ya bastard!

He won't pay! Bastard won't pay!

[Cecil] Give him it!

Look at this, man. He's
got a fat wee wife.

You can have anything.
It was a genuine mistake!

I'll give you anything you want!

Give him it!

I'm gonna tell her what you do.

I'm gonna tell what you
do, you smug bastard!

Don't do this!

[Man] Oi!

Oh, Christ. Oh, dear Christ!

Shit! Come on!

Charlie!

Come on!

[man coughs]

[sombre music]

Come on!

Charlie!

[spits] Bastard!

[sombre music]

[muffled chatter from TV]

[suspenseful music]

It's him, Frank.

[car door slams]

Got him.

[coins clink]

[sheet metal clangs]

Charlie?

Charlie!

Charlie!

It's Frank!

It's Frank, Charlie!

[pants]

Go, go!

[tense music]

[engine roars]

[tyres screech]

[tyres screech]

[tyres screech]

[engine roars]

[tyres screech]

[Charlie grunts]

[tyres screech]

[tyres screech]

[tyres screech]

[tyres screech]

[Charlie pants]

Hello, Frank!

-Jesus, Frank.
-Shut up.

Cut him, you said.
Cut him was all!

-Shut up!
-Come on, Frank, do it.

[Myra] No, Frank!

Wanky Franky. [chuckles]

Wanky Franky!

You little shit.

Wanky Franky!

-Don't listen to him, Frank.
-Jesus, Frank.

You've got to be, what, the
ugliest thing on two feet, man!

[Myra] Don't listen to him!

-Shut up!
-Frank!

-All cut up like that.
-Don't, Charlie.

[Charlie] Who cut you, Frank?

Oh, it was Charlie, wasn't it?

Charlie, stop!

Well, Charlie's gone, Franky!
But you can kill this!

He's wrong, Frank!

He's wrong.

I'll go with ya. I will.

Kill it, Franky. Ugly Franky!

-Shut it!
-I'll go with you, Frank!

-Ugly Franky!
-I'm warning you!

-We'll go away, Frank!
-Wanky Franky's scared-

-No!
-We'll go away!

[Charlie] Ugly Franky!

-Please, will you stop!
-Look at me, Frank!

Look at me. It's
always been you, Frank.

-Wanky Franky's scared of-
-No!

I can do such nice
things for you.

Oh, Myra.

-Oh, Jesus.
-Kill it, Franky, huh!

It's over here! Huh!

Kill it!

You can touch, if
you want, Frank.

Don't you think that is
just a bit sick, Myra, huh?

Don't you think that
is just a bit sick?

Can't you see I'm doing it
for you, Charlie? [sobs]

[sobs]

I'm doing it for you.

-[Charlie grunts]
-[sobs]

Charlie.

[sobs]

Did you hear that, Franky?

Hm?

She's doing it for Charlie.

-[Myra sobs]
-[breathes heavily]

She's doing it for me.

You ugly bastard!

[Frank screams]

-[gun fires]
-[Myra screams]

-[Myra sobs]
-[Frank screams]

-[gun fires rapidly]
-[Myra screams]

-No!
-[rocks crumble]

[sombre orchestral music]

[Officer] What are you doing?

[Officer 2] I thought,
if we hurry...

[Officer] That young
lad's dead, son.

You lay him down and
get on the radio, eh?

What've you done, Charlie?

What've you done? [sobs]

[sobs]

[Officer] Come on.

Come on.

[Myra sobs]

-[sombre piano music]
-[Myra sobs]

[footsteps clack]

[shutter rattles]

[sighs] I didn't
think you'd come.

Did they ask about me?

Did they ask about me, the cops?

[Myra] They never said anything.

[Cecil sighs]

Listen.

What happened in that car park
was Charlie's fault, right?

I mean, he was mad, Myra.

You should've seen him
sometimes. He wasn't human.

You went to see his parents?

They left yesterday.

[sighs] They were nice.

Yeah?

Tell them about the kid?

No.

Well, I can't stay here all day.

[sighs]

I'll see you later then, yeah?

Maybe.

Only I better get going
'cause of the cops and that.

Sure.

[shutter rattles]

[sombre orchestral music]

[background chatter]