Skins (2007–2013): Season 3, Episode 10 - Finale - full transcript

The game is on, Freddie.
You wanna play?

- Don't be stupid.
- Me, you and JJ.

- Best mates for life.
- I'm tired of you.

- What's that mean?
- I can't look after you any more.

We're friends cos you don't surf'n'turf
my men. You said that.

He's not yours.
He'll never belong to anyone.

I've told you, OK?

Now you know.

- Please make up with Freddie.
- Freddie can fuck himself.

Just care. OK?

- About what?
- About me, you twat!



- You're all fucking twats!
- Hit me.

Ready?

- Where are we going?
- It's you and me, babe.

It's always gonna be you and me.

Transcript: chocolate

Synch: Arrow, Breys, Walid20-101

- Morning, slugger.
- Where are we?

Thought you were the man
with the plan.

I am.

I am.

I am.

It's been weeks, Cook.
One small shitty town after another.

It's not about the destination.

It's about the journey.



'09 Bonnie and Clyde.

Outlaw tour of Britain.

I'm serious, Cook.

Where are we going?

We're here.

This is it.

- Here?
- Here. This town.

Why?

Because this is where my dad lives.

Aren't you coming with me?

Not yet.

But I want you to meet him.
I brought you here to meet him.

I will.

But I think
you need to meet him first.

Don't be a pussy.

Be careful.

Ladies and germs,

the fucking Milky Bars are on me.

Drinks all round, yeah?

Everyone, the fruit of my looms.

My fucking son.

And this is
his very lovely ladyfriend.

Pints and shots over here, monsieur,

and make it snappy,
my mouth's as dry as a nun's.

Have a view at the only copper
for 40 miles.

Do what you like. Smoke inside.

Ash on the fucking floor,
see if anyone bats an eyelid.

In fact... piss on it.

There's a couple of old boys
would pay top dollar to see that.

This ain't Kansas any more, Toto.

- Out here you are free as fuck.
- A-fucking-men.

Right, here we go.

You get one round
on account of your lad being here.

Donald, how am I meant
to clear my tab?

Your wife's away so much
I hardly get a chance to see to her.

That's ?345...

23 pence.

"That's ?345 pounds... 23 pence."

Dick.

The only thing that matters
to shitheads like him is money.

It's a fucking disgrace, Dad.

I mean, there's got to be more
to life than that, am I right?

Like what?

- Fucking.
- Shagging.

Great minds, Son.

Great minds.

Everyone knows the best things
in life are free.

Never a truer word, Dad.

Can't believe it.

This.

Feels all right, don't it?
Me and you,

back together. At last.

I'm like a dog with two dicks!

There's nothing more important

than blood.

Isn't that right, princess?

I can't find item 47758 anywhere.

Someone's made
a very inconvenient error.

If we have to go
through all the 477s

I'm going to be piqued,
not to mention vexed.

Especially if someone's...

- You all right?
- Yep, don't worry.

My back and skull
cushioned the fall.

Here's item 47758.

I told you to be more careful
on the step ladder, J.

Stupid old useless, mental me.

You're not useless, just...

Who loses a toilet seat on a bus?

The 477s are all from trains.

Have you got{\, like some kind of} a problem with me?

I just wish you wouldn't smoke
so much weed while we're working.

- Why? They don't care.
- It's just a bit boring sometimes.

Are you saying I'm boring?

Right, so what's next on the list?

- Look, Fred, sorry.
- It's fine.

- Please, I'm sorry, Fred.
- It's... fine.

For flip's sake!
Stop saying it's fine!

It's not fine! Nothing's fine!
It's all... smegged, OK?

You're really getting the hang
of this swearing stuff.

How about this, then?

I mother-fucking, fanny-farting,
cock-munching resign!

- {\What do you mean }You're quitting? You can't quit.
- I can.

I learned from the best.

You've still got the toilet seat.

Are you... Effy's friend?

I think so. Are you her mum?

Can I sit?

JJ, right? The magician.

I used to do magic.

- Not any more, though.
- I used to be married.

Not any more, though.

Pick a card, any card.

I thought you gave up.

Some things are quite hard
to let go of.

Effy likes magic.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah, not the...

you know, stupid abracadabra sort.

I'm so sorry.

It's OK.

I've come to terms with the facts.

You know...

She was four years old the first time
she beat me at hide and seek.

Four!

I was looking for her for hours.

When I finally found her...

she just smiled.

You know that Effy smile?

That means...

"You don't know me at all.

"And you never will."

See, that's a kind of magic.

She's so good
at concealing things and...

hiding,

avoiding.

But I do know her.

And I know that she has got
so much love in her heart...

that the thought of...
letting it out,

showing her cards...

it scares her to death.

I never knew it would be possible

to miss someone this much.

Go on, Dad! Come on, all the way!
All the way, Dad!

Go on, Dad!

Excellent. Piece of piss.

Have that!

He's done most of it.

Don't be a twat, give him his prize.

The whole jar, we said.

All right.

Nice. Ease you in.

There she goes.

Get in!

There you go.
One half-pint of bitter,

you sad little man.

Right! Time!

Everyone either head down the club
or fuck off home!

I'm gonna have to neck it now.

How about that, boys?

All right?

What you doin'?

Not sure.

What you doin' tomorrow?

It's the solstice steeplechase.
Come down and watch.

- The what?
- It's a race.

Old village tradition.

I'm champion, three years running.

- Aren't I, lads?
- Whoop-de-do.

You know, if you were my girl,

I wouldn't let you out of my sight.

I'd handcuff you to the bed an' all.

- Those things'll kill you, you know.
- Hadn't heard.

That's funny,

You can put it on your tombstone.

So, what, you don't smoke?

Drink?

Nothing?

We're straight-edge.

I don't let the pressure
crush me up.

You've got to look after yourself.

Know what I mean?

Come on. We're going clubbin'.
You, me and Dad.

- What?
- Let's get out of here.

Let's just go, now.

Listen, there's nowhere else to go.

This is it.

And it's fucking brilliant!

Come on, let's go get fucked up.

So what d'you think of her, then?

Very tidy.

Nice pins,

quality tits

and an arse like two snooker balls
in a sock. Marvellous!

I'd ride that to hell and back.

Looks like I'll have to get
in the fucking queue, though.

No, I'm gonna keep her, you know.

She's mine.

No cunt's taking her away from me.

I reckon some cunt already did.

What? You fucking prick!

Full moon.

When the full moon rises...

gods

and monsters will come out to play.

So how does it feel?

To have everyone want you?

That Donny's desperate
to get into your pants.

Are you gonna let him?

What about me?

You gonna let me into your pants?

Too pretty for your own good.

That's why you destroy
everything you touch.

Look who's talking.

I'm Guns N' Roses, love.

I've got an appetite
for destruction.

You're not his dad.

Not really.

And you're not his girlfriend.

Not really.

You're gonna fucking snap
that boy's heart in two.

And you've been doing it to him
every day of his life.

Where do you think you're going?

Nowhere.

JJ's here.

Sorry, it's just...

Facebook really needs
to hear about this.

- I wanted to say something.
- Maybe I'll turn this off first, yeah?

You can look now.

- So what's up? I thought you'd quit.
- I can't quit.

You can't quit.

None of us can.

We're still the Musketeers.
We do stuff.

- What are we supposed to do?
- We're supposed to find them.

- We're supposed to sort this mess out.
- There's nothing to sort out.

Really?

What is this number?

Who is this?

Cook's in trouble.

He needs your help.

You need to come get him, right?

Why can't you help him?

Because I love you.

Where's Effy?

No idea.

She must have fucked off
{\sometime }during the night.

What?

Probably jealous of you and me.

- We've got to find her.
- Never mind, she'll be back.

How do you know?

She's in a small town,

she's got fuck-all money
and she's got no car.

Anyway, fanny's fanny.

Family's family.

I've got an idea that's going to
take this town by fucking storm.

But I need you with me 100%. Yeah?

- Right, when we get in there...
- You do the talking.

- Great minds, son. Great minds.
- Yeah, Dad.

- I've missed "Dad".
- Fuck off, Dad!

Place looks cracking, Donald.

What time's Binkie the Clown
serving up jelly and ice cream?

Piss off, you. You're never getting
a drink in here, ever.

Fucking hell, Donald.

Your customer service has gone
right out the window.

They'd never stand
for that in the States.

You want to sod off to America,
Cook, be my guest.

I'll even buy your ticket.

But if I left, Donald,
I'd never be able to pay off me debt.

How are you ever gonna pay me back?

Little wager.

Wonderful. Do tell.

My boy here...

is gonna enter your steeplechase.

That...

is...

good news.

No-one was even bothering
to enter against Donny this year.

Fucking hell!

- What's the bet?
- If my boy wins,

you drop the debt, like Bono wants
for them starving Africans.

Fine. But if...

he...

loses...

I get your boat

and you...

fuck off out of town.

You're fucking on.

Beat you later, then.

What a shithole.

This was the area code.

So what do you reckon?

Shall we...

have a look around town, do you think,
try and find that phone box?

No, we'll stay here.

- How do you know they'll be here?
- They're coming. OK? They have to.

What the fuck are you doing here?

What the fuck are you doing here?

- We thought you might be in trouble.
- Do I look like I'm in trouble?

I'm 10 times better
than you've ever been,

you pair of miserable,
boring shites.

Where is she?

Right.
That's why you came.

Fucking hell. You don't know
when you're fucking beat, do you?

- Guys, this isn't how it's supposed...
- How did you find me?

She called him.
But... just stop this, right?

Listen to me, please.

- JJ, stop it.
- Fuck off, JJ.

OK, then.

You know, flipping...
flip the both of you, then. Fuck-turds!

- Enter the race.
- You what?

Enter the race.

The winner gets to keep her.
For ever.

- You're a child.
- You're a pussy.

- Come on, let's fucking settle this.
- In a race?

You got any other ideas?

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to the annual
solstice steeplechase.

From time immemorial,

this race has typified
the spirit of our town,

tough, uncompromising,

hard.

Many have attempted the challenge.
Few have succeeded.

It's winner-takes-all...

- You do it.
- He might be, Cook.

Allow me to introduce
the reigning champion,

my son, Donny Donaldson.

Who's that bellend?

Not since the first time,

since Kriss Akabusi graced us
with his presence,

we have outsiders in the race,

so I'd better explain the rules.

Once round the village.
First one back here is the winner.

And if you drop your elder,

you're out, and, we give you
a bit of a shoeing, lads.

Elders, assemble.

Choose your riders.

Elders, mount.

On your marks...

set...

go!

I think I'll chop up your boat
and use it for firewood.

Come on, son!

Come on, Donny! Away, man!

You dropped her!

Fuck you!

- Why did you stop, mate?
- He fucking elbowed me.

So?

- That's not fair, is it?
- Fair?

What do you think this is?

Enid Blyton?

- Come on, son!
- Fuck you. Fuck you.

Come on!

You twat!

Crap, you were.

This is my race!

Mine!

Tell your dad
that I'll be there in the morning

to collect me winnings.

Fucking dick!

You've lost my dad's boat, Effy...
I've got fuck all now, you...

This is the wushu finger hold.

I learnt it in a book.
Of a film.

J, let's just leave it now...

I'm pretty sure if I apply
the correct pressure, your eyes pop out.

J, my eyes aren't gonna pop out.

Do you really want
to take that chance?

Let's not air our dirty
laundry in public, boys.

You, too.

Not you, loser.

Take a seat, Ef.

JJ, mate...

Now, let's get down to it.

No more evasion.

No more,
"Ooh, I'm so fit and mysterious."

Now,

Freddie he's in love with you.

Aren't you, Freddie?

Aren't you, Freddie?

And Cook,

he loves you, yes?

And just for the record,
I love you, too.

Plus... I won the race.

So, three boys, one girl.

It's an insoluble equation,
unless you choose.

Then we can finally
get back to our lives.

Fuck all of you.
Your Prince Charming made a bet on you

said whoever wins the race
gets to keep you. Classy?

Effy, I didn't know.
Cook, stay.

No, I'm not living
on my fucking knees any more.

Cook, we can solve this.

Stay here you two.

What did you expect?

You made this a game first.

Remember that stupid fucking list?

You made this happen.

And it's all your fault
this is all so fucked up.

- I know.
- You know?

What sort of fucking answer's that?

The only one I've got.

You all think...

You all think that I'm scum
that you're better than me,

that you're better than my dad.

I'm not better than your dad.

You are.

You're better than someone who runs away
from the people who love them.

Who need them.

Fuck off, man. You daft boon!

- Where are you going?
- I'm going to drink myself to death.

Then I'm going to say sorry to me dad.
Then life finally begins.

I thought we was gonna take
this town by storm, you and me.

I'm not letting
that twat take my boat.

Can't I just come with you, then?

Look, I didn't ask for this.

I didn't ask you to turn up here.
There's no fucking space.

What the fuck are you doing?
Give me the keys.

Let me tell you something, James.

I never fucking wanted you
in the first place.

So give me the keys
and get off the fucking boat.

Give me the fucking keys!

Now, give Daddy the keys,
or I'm gonna melt your fucking face off!

Be sensible, son.
I'll fucking do it.

I'll fucking do it!

I don't give a fuck.

I don't, either.

This is bad.

Fuck!

Cook, are you all right?

He didn't mean it.

What's the fucking difference?
Nothing good ever stays with me.

Absolutely nothing.

You've got me.

I can't believe
we just went granny racing.

I had it all planned out, man.

Get a boat of our own,

moor it down here,

a job,

everything.

- But she doesn't love me.
- She does.

- I know she does.
- She loves you better.

I was with her last night.
Do you understand?

So you know
what I've come here to ask you.

Cook, please...

Please just say it's OK.

I can't.

I just can't.

I'm sorry. I just fucking love her.

I'm sorry.

- I fucking love her.
- But we can't share, can we?

Right, there you are.

What's up?

On balance, I'd say he was alive.

Great.

Should we like tie him up?

A bump to the head like that, you don't
want to interrupt the blood flow.

I dunno, J.

Right, we'll dump him later.

Everyone wrap up warm.

What are you doing?

"We" are going home.

We can't nick the boat,
this is ridiculous.

This is 17 years worth
of birthday and Christmas presents.

Cook, start the engine, please.
We need to leave quite quickly.

- Why?
- Too late.

- Look.
- Get out of my boat!

Get on the boat. Go, go.

- Get that engine started, OK?
- Hurry up, Fred.

Help me push it out.

Hurry up!

Get out of my boat!

- Get it started. Come on!
- JJ, help him, will you?

Wanker!

Wankers!

It's all right, you little fucks.

Wankers!

You shit, I'll find you!
I'll find you!

Fuck you!

I'm Cook, you shithead!

I'm Cook!

Come here.

I knew you wouldn't
let me down, son.

I'm Cook, you fuckers!

I'm Cook.

Fuck you! Fuck you!

Fuck you!

So...

What do we do now?