Skins (2007–2013): Season 2, Episode 3 - Sid - full transcript

My new friends!
Rory's letting me blow his chanter.

You just need to learn to finger it.

- I will remember everything.
- I fancy you.

I wanna have sex with you.
I can't do it from out here!

Here I come, Cass. I'm coming.

Episode 3
SID

Sid, can you
get yourself down here?!

Fuck!

Fucking hell.

You'd better help me here or...!

All right!



All right.

Oh, come on, work,
you fucking thing!

Hit the video button.

Sid!

We can talk.

Come on, you ditzy moo, it's the
big fucking red button marked "video".

Sid, I need your help!

- For Christ's sake!
- Sidney!

Big fucking red button!

There you are!

Hey, sexy!

Oh, Jesus Christ!

Cass.

Cass?



What the fuck is a ratchet lock?

Yes, you do, turn on
your sodding speakers! Cass.

Sid, what are you...?!

Is it not working?

No.

Sid. For Christ's sake. You made me

buy that frigging Dyson and
I can't make the pissing thing...

Oh, that's...

That's...

- ... my girlfriend.
- Right.

So, she's in Scotland and...

She doesn't know I can see her.

Right.

Because...

Oh, fuck, no!

Fuck!

Fuck!

- What do you think?
- Sex on a stick, so you are.

Thanks, Lachlan.

But the pink one ain't bad either.
Eh, no, Rory?

Aye. He's a lucky,
lucky gadge, this Sidney.

He's lovely!
I'm going to surprise him.

Look at this.

Help ma boab! Nice.

Fucking A.

You think he'll like it?

Jings, you're almost
turning me straight here!

Love is in the air! Eh, no, Rory?

I'm feelin' it, man.
I'm feelin' it.

It's one of those things,
shit happens.

Is that the best you've got, Dad?

- You always get my best, son.
- Because she's...

Well, she says she loves me,
then she waltzes off to Elgin,

now she's fucking
the Scottish rugby team!

No. She's only fucking one of them.

Stop trying to console me.
I'm inconsolable, OK?

OK, OK! It's just...

It's just women, you know?

Hang on, are we comparing
women here?

I don't know.

Mum left you because you're
a total, world championship cretin.

I'm not sure that that's...

Mine's done this cos I'm
a gullible soft touch who's

far, far, far too fucking nice
for his own good.

There's no comparison, OK?

But you've worked it out then.

Didn't you?

What is this thing?!

Attach the guide nozzle to the
flange circulator? What the fuck?!

Shit, shit, shit, shit!

Dad...

Your mother'll be here in a minute.
We've gotta get this...

We've gotta clear it up.
And maybe...

She's not coming back because
you tidied the house, Dad.

Yeah? Yeah?
Oh, please. Something work.

What time's your Dad arriving?

12.

We can do it if we concentrate.

I thought he hated you.

Who said my dad hates me?

Well, you did, didn't you?

He's not well.
We've got a few issues.

Fuck!

We should have started earlier!

We should have started earlier!

Anwar.

How you doing, man?

I'm not too good,
as it goes, actually.

Right. I just thought I'd pop
round, wonder if you're busy.

In the bedroom department.

Your bedroom,
is it currently in use?

My mum's coming to pretend to still
be married to my dad for my grandad.

But this won't take long.

What?

This is Sketch.

Yeah, I know who she is. She stalked
Maxxie, she got our drama teacher

wrongly fired for sexual abuse
and she tried to poison Michelle.

Yes.

Sketch!

I've come to my senses.

She's sorry.

Boy, she's sorry.

Thing is, Sid,

sex hasn't been invented yet
round at my place.

Tricky with 2,000 years of
religious tradition.

So me and Sketch were
wondering if we could...

Come on. My whole family's
gonna be here in an hour.

- It won't take long.
- It never takes long.

You don't mind do you, Sidney?

I do, actually, you know I...

Oh, whatever.

This is gut, ja?

Oh, yes, Manfred.
It's lovely, but I've got to go.

Thanks for the lift.

But you will hurry,

and tonight we will have
much more great sex, ja?

Ja.

I mean, yes, yes.

Yikes!

You are liking it like that, huh?

Oh, fucking hell.

I've got to go.
I've really, really got to go.

Jesus wept.
Does she have to do that?

I mean, what kind of
a fucked-up relationship is it

where you have to jump each
other every time you say goodbye?

A good one?

Jesus...

Jesus, Je... Bollocks!

- Hi, Sid.
- Hi, Mum.

- Mark.
- Liz.

You all right, Sid?

Yeah, I'm fine.

You smell of something.

It's just Opium.

You know, perfume.

You hate perfume.

Manfred likes it.

I'm sure
Manfred fucking loves it.

I'm sure Manfred loves
rolling into Belgium,

rounding up the Jews
and sending them to Poland,

but hey, that's Blitzkrieg for you,

and Manfred's gotta have
his Opium-scented Lebensraum. Right?

- He can't help being German.
- Who can?

Right, perhaps I should go home.

You should come home.

This is gonna be so silly.

Why on earth did you tell your
father that we were together again?

After that night, you know,
when you stayed...

But that was just...

I mean, you stayed and we...
I thought...

You...

You stayed?

It was just one time.

You know how the
old bastard loves you.

I never got round to telling him
you were just fucking with my head.

Right, that's it. I'm going.

- No!
- No!

Liz...

... I can't make the
sodding Hoover work.

For Christ sakes.

Sid, load the dishwasher.
Have you any cigarettes?

Oh, yeah.

Thanks.

Oh, God.

Godfather. The Godfather Part Two.

Apocalypse Now.

The Conversation...

It's not working.

You gotta get some staying power.

Don't you dare, boyo.
I am far, far from satisfied.

OK. Oh... shit.

Oh, fucking hell.

- Hello, Mrs Jenkins.
- Hello, Anwar.

This is Sketch.

Nice to meet you.

Sid didn't mention you were back.

Yes, I'm not staying.

Mum, you don't need to...
I can tidy my own...

Oh... shit!

Just having a lovely chat
with Anwar and his, um, new friend.

How's your mum, Anwar?
I must give her a ring some time.

Yeah, yeah, she's fine,

she's fine.

She's fine, yeah, but, you know...

Muslim.

She's been a bit busy Muslim...

She doesn't know I have sex.

Really?

Well...

Anyway...

Make sure you
come again soon, Anwar.

Yeah, cheers.

Chance would be a fine thing.

Isn't this nice?

Yeah.

Nice.

How's Cassie?

Still missing you, I bet.

Actually, no.

I don't think
she's missing me at all.

Really? How's that?

Oh, the usual. Woman dumps him
for no good reason

without even explaining herself,

falls into bed with some
random idiot with a big cock,

you know the kind of thing.

That's rotten, Sid. I'm sorry.

I haven't been keeping up properly.

No.

I could explain, but it
wouldn't make any difference.

To me it would.

You heard him.
It would help if you explained.

I mean, we're all here.
Let's explain.

Bloody hell. He's early!

Jesus Christ!

Later, OK?

Liza!

How are you, Alex?

Och, embracing adversity
as ever, my dear.

But borne aloft
by the sight of you, lassie.

Hi, Dad.

You're going grey -
what have ye been doing?

- Nothing.
- Where's my drink?

Sandy! What a nice surprise.

Aye, I ken it is, eh, no?

You've brought the boys.

They've been fair jumpin'
wi' excitement, ken, aye?

Right... Hello, Lex.

Hallo, Ally.

It's nice.

How's the work?

It's fine.

Interesting?

Sometimes.

What is it you do?

Strategic analyst, Dad. OK?

Aye.

Well... done any good, um...

analysing recently?

I do my best.

Well... as long as you've
done your best.

Aye, that's the main thing, Da.

That's the main thing.

Who's that?

Nobody.

And... Sidney...

- You still in the school, boy?
- Oh, A-levels, you know?

A-levels? I hear they make them
nice and easy for you down here.

- What?
- Subjects?

Um, English, drama and psychology.

Psychology? It's piss easy.

No need o' psychology,

staring doon the sights
o' a Stinger missile, ken, aye?

Maybe Sidney is gonna be a...

strategic analyst like his father.

I might,
if my grades are good enough.

Never rated grades.

Few years in the Paratroopers
like Sandy here,

that's wisdom.

Aye. You learn early.
You learn hard.

So now he's taking over
the business.

He's what?

I'm standing aside...

because of my illness.

The doctors are shaking their heads.
Nae idea.

Pure phenomenal, Da.

It's will. Iron will!

Guts. Determination.

Never say die, and here I have it.

My legacy.

Sandy?

Sandy's gonna run
12 dry-cleaning shops?

17.

Bathgate is opening up.
City of the future.

I'm leaving the business
in safe hands.

Is that what you've come to tell me?

Och, no. Wouldnae have bothered
coming all that way for...

No, I'm buying a wee holiday place

in Devon for Sandy
and the weans here.

Nothing too fancy.

1.7 million, ken, aye.

Small change. Ye cannae put too high
a price on loyalty, eh, no Liza?

No, Alex. But my names's not...

Liza, you're a saint.

A good cook is a saint.

And she's a saint
for taking pity on you.

She took you back.

Lucky.

So...

Do you wanna go on the swing?

Slide?

Spliff?

No? Say anything you like doing.
Anything at all.

Fitba.

You what?

Fitba.

Oh!

Think I've got one...

Used to... A-ha!

Football!

Not too good at this.

How about I go in goal and...?

Square go!

- Ya bastard!
- Stick the heid on him!

Hold still.

Will I tell him what we used
to do to bullies in the desert, pal?

- But... I didn't.
- I'm sure it was an accident.

We used to tie them to
the bonnet o' the Saracen,

roast their bollocks for
a couple o' hours, ken, aye.

You'll never dance
the fucking samba again.

That's enough.

Aye, Da.

Sidney's sorry. Aren't ye, son?

Yes.

There you go.

Sorted like men.

Now, if you'll just tell us
where we're sleeping, hen.

- Wait a minute!
- You're staying?

Couple of days. Three, tops.

Don't want to put you out.

I am not sleeping with you
just cos your fucking dad's here!

I had no idea they were staying.

Why don't you stand up to him?
Tell him.

I can't.
He's dying for Christ's sake!

Oh! I'm going home.

Tell me there's not a part of you
that wants to stay.

Mark...

You're not good for me.

Tell me you don't love me.

Go on.
Tell him you don't love him.

Then you can fucking stop this. OK?

Answer it.

Hello.

No, I'm still here.

Yes, well, it's a bit difficult.

No, I'm sorry, Manfred.
I meant to text but... Don't!

No. No, of course not.

Oh, Manfred.

You're not coming round!

No. No!

- Mark! Mark!
- Yes, Dad.

I cannae get hot water.

What?
You have to jiggle the thing.

Then fix it, man.
What's wrong with you?

- I haven't had the time.
- Time?

Time?!

How long does it take to strip
down a shower unit? Minutes!

Da! Da!

It's OK.

Sorted. Some eejit forced
the pressure regulator.

Aye...

So...

I'm going.

I'm going to bed.

Goodnight.

Handsome young lassie,
always said that.

Och, aye. She's steamy.

I hope I can sleep tonight
in that bed.

Man in my condition.

Night, bro.

Alex, Sandy, Lex, Ally.

Kinda weird.

They're all called Alexander.

Yup.

- Except you.
- Except me.

Why don't you stand up to him?

Dad's always been ill.

- What with?
- It's, er...

I don't actually know.

I think every time I see him,
it's gonna be the last time and...

You can't take chances with that.

He calls you stupid
and useless and crap.

My father's disappointed.

They often are.

Is that how you see me?

Never.

I'm useless and crap.

I fuck everything up
and it drives you mad.

You hear me, Sid?

Never.

Make her stay.

Mark.

Get into bed.

I'll probably never change
that much.

Don't talk.

Just do something.

I want you to do some...

Oh, ja... ist gut...!

What?!

Nothing.

Sid?

Sid, you there?

I found the button.

Sid?

I can see you!

That's so cool.

I could fucking see everything
you were doing.

What?

Oh, God! No, that was...

- I'm such a tit.
- Sid?

I just thought...

I'm so stupid.

Nothing ever works out, does it?
Nobody ever waits.

Nobody ever loves anyone properly,
do they?

- You've got it wrong, Sid.
- Just leave me alone.

- You rang me!
- All right.

Don't you trust me, Sid?

No.

I don't trust you.

You're up there fucking
Oor Fucking Wullie or

whoever the fuck it is and...

I can't talk to you.

Fuck!

Shit!

Gott in Himmel!

Where is she?
Lizzie! Com raus!

Hang on!

Lizzie! Liebchen!

You must come with me!

No, Manfred, please!

Who the fuck's this?

Manfred. He's a... friend.

Leave it to me!

Screw you, man!
I vant my chick!

What... Who?

Square go.

Get out!

I vant my baby! And vat I vant,

I take!

Stop!

But, he is ein plinker!

You are saying, he is ein plinker!

Plonker.

- Right...
- I was angry.

It's fine.

Manfred, you're bleeding.
I'm going to take you to hospital.

I feel nothing! Nothing...

I'll call you in a couple of days.

I need time to think.

OK?

Manfred? Manfred?

Raus!

We're going to hospital.

Cannae hold on to your woman, eh?

Fuck off out of my house,
you miserable Scottish cunt.

You... You, you... what?!

I know what your game is, Alex.

It's a fucking good yin.
But I'm not buying it. You got me?

Dad?

It's OK, Sid.

They're all leaving!

Right now!

OK?

Yup.

I think I dumped Cassie.

She's with some guy.

They're always with some guy.

If they're special,

you just have to make sure that
that guy...

is you.

All right?

Thanks, Dad.

No problem, son.

Little Scottish bastards.

Hey, Cassie.

Everything was a bit weird.

Look, I'm sorry about last night.

Er, we need to talk now.

Everything's...

Jesus,
the fucking signal in this house!

Sorry. The user has blocked
your call.

Idiot!

Ah, fuck!

Dad?

Dad?

You sure you're OK with that, Tony?

It's fine. Give me a sec.

Maybe you should take it easy, mate.

Jesus, Chris,
maybe you should take it easy!

Nah. Angie's coming back today.
I'm a bit...

She's been in touch?

Not as such. But I know
she still loves me.

Chris. She's your psychology teacher.
It was just a fling.

No, it wasn't.
OK? She needed her space.

Right, and now I really need her
naked, buffed, gagging and slippy

in my bed, because...

You know, four months without sex,
that ain't funny.

You probably
wouldn't understand that, Jal.

You don't have sex at all, do you?
You have clarinet lessons.

I do... I mean, I have had...

Look, we're not counting
fapping here, Jal, right,

cos if we were, I'd have had sex
14 times in two days.

I haven't had sex for...

A long time.

Right.

OK, in summary then,
we all need some pussy action.

And I shall be getting mine
tonight with the lovely Angela.

Hey, you all right Sid?

- You two still not talking?
- He stopped coming round.

Tony, he sat with you for months.
He read fucking Anna Karenina to you.

I don't remember.
He must have stopped.

Mate.

Hey, Sid. Do your coursework?

No...

Morning! All right.

Yes, quickly please.

First of all, I've had a word
with the Imam at Redcliffe Mosque

about the school musical last month.

I explained that
it was all meant to be ironic

and he was very understanding.

He's not exactly sure
who imposed the fatwa,

but it wasn't him.

Probably somebody in Iran.

So - what a relief.

And secondly, I have to inform you

that Angela will not be returning

to teach psychology at the college.

She's sent me this message.

"Dear everyone.
I'll never forget you and hope

"you all do great in the A2s."
Well, that's nice, isn't it?

And I don't quite understand this.

"Tell Monkeyman
I'll miss the spaghetti."

Anyone?

In the meantime,
I'll be doing my best.

Biology, psychology,
is there really any difference?

So folders open,
and let's make a start on...

Loss! Oh, fantastic!

So what do we all know about loss?

Sid?

I didn't know what to do.
So I came to college.

What's happened?

Everyone says you looked after me
when I was... iconic.

Intimate.

Fuck! Fuck!

Ill...

I mean, ill.

I just can't remember you.

I reckon it was pretty scary.

I know why you stopped coming.
I would have, too.

It was so awful.

You were so awful.

That bus fucked you up so bad, Tone.

I just couldn't...

I know.

What's happened?

I can't say it.

Know how that feels.

Let's go for a drink.

Sid?

Tony! Hi! Tony!

Oh. Hi, Abi.

Aren't we so kicking?

James says he wants me to sing
lead on his next song he writes

because I'm like totally
Performance Art.

Anyway, I bet you can't wait
to take me home tonight, yah?

I'm with Sid.

You wouldn't
desert your girlfriend, OK?

You're not his girlfriend.

Well, actually I don't think
you get to decide that, Sidney.

Tony loves Michelle.

They're having a few problems.

He can't remember stuff well.

But I know whatever
you've told him is a total lie.

So fuck off
and leave him alone. OK?

Tony! You remember?

I have nipples like
creme caramels, yah?

Sid says I love Michelle.

No!

You... You...

I'll be back.

The moment you've all been
waiting for. Crystal Castles. Yeah!

Where?

I can't go in.

Yes, you can.

Come on.

Ficking hell.

Fucking...

Yeah.

Fucking hell.

Dad?

Is this really happening?

I think so.

I don't know what I'm
supposed to do to him.

Ring someone.

I can't,

they'll come.

They'll all fucking come.

Do you think he'd mind?

He was so happy.

My mum.

Oh, Christ.

OK.

Dad?

What do I do?

Mum?

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- You went to see Tony?
- It's over, Sid.

{3}It's a present.
For the good times.

Allah Akbar!