(LIQUID DRIPPING)
AMBER: Bruno?
- Bruno? - Wha... what?
Have you been moving stuff in the night?
Shit. Leave it. I said I'll do it.
What's wrong with you?
Well, you haven't got time to muck about in here.
You've got to drop Angelica back at Lucy's before training.
(GASPING)
I don't feel well, Amber, I swear.
I'm not surprised.
You haven't slept in days. You're all on edge.
Maybe I should call Roger. Tell him you need to take the day off.
Yeah. Yeah, I just need a bit of time to myself.
You leave it to me. But relax, okay?
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
Come on, Tre, it doesn't mean anything. I'm just not ready, that's all.
So when will you be ready?
We've already been together five years. What are you waiting for? Mr Right?
You're Mr Right, aren't you?
I'm just not sure I like the sound of Mrs Right. It's so sexist.
(TREMAINE SCOFFING)
But I thought most girls wanted to get married.
Since when have I been like most girls?
You're not staying for the day?
Training.
Look, I hope it goes well, yeah?
We can talk later.
- Bye. - Bye.
Cosy night?
Don't. I didn't know he was gonna turn up out of the blue.
He's a romantic. What can you do?
Anyway, let's not keep Dante waiting.
Don't fall out with me, Ursz. I'll make it up to you, I promise.
Nothing to make up for, darling.
There'll be other nights.
But right now, I'm your PA, not your lover. And we have a show to prepare for.
You took your clothes off?
Well, I didn't know he lived with his mum, did I?
Yeah, but... you took your clothes off!
I've seen it in a movie.
It was supposed to be sexy.
I don't know. I was feeling impulsive.
In charge, you know.
For about three seconds.
What did she say?
I'm sorry, babes, but Christ.
So what are you gonna do?
Move to Australia?
Now, come on, Shan, that's not the fighting spirit.
If you want this guy, you can't give up over a little mix-up,
like all your kit falling off in front of his dear old mum.
Could happen to anyone.
"Dear old mum?" Picture Gollum before the diet.
- Sick in bed, is he? - Well, he's...
Ah, Milligan. Must be your body double I'm looking at.
- I swear, boss, I got a virus or something. - Hangover, more like.
Well, actually, Bruno was just saying how much better he felt
and that you could still make it for training.
Well, there's better and there's better, ain't there? I mean...
I don't know if I should be running around a pitch, but, you know...
Maybe tomorrow, yeah?
(SCOFFING) Maybe tomorrow.
Maybe tomorrow.
I'll tell you when you can come back, matey. How about you take the rest of the week off?
I don't want to see your face at training till you get your bloody priorities right.
It's just, it's been a difficult time for me, boss. You know, personally.
Jesus wept. I'm trying to run a football team here, not a bloody soap opera.
All this wife-swapping and turning up late.
You know, if your personal life is getting in the way, I suggest you sort it out.
So you can get on with what you're paid a bloody fortune for.
You've got a week to decide if you want to be involved in the League Cup, Milligan.
And don't think I can keep this from Garry Ryan either.
'Cause he's already asking questions.
So you better have some bloody answers by the time you come back.
(DOOR SLAMMING)
Jesus! Grumpy-pants or what?
You know, it's Jackie I feel sorry for. At least you lot don't have to live with him.
No, that's serious. Bollocking me at my own house.
Benching me for the week. That's really serious.
You'd better get going. You don't want a gobful from Lucy.
No, no, I'm gonna... I'm gonna lie down for a bit.
You could take Angelica back, couldn't you?
Bruno, I don't know. Lucy won't want to see me.
Please just... Just drop her off, that's all.
I wouldn't ask if I didn't feel like shit.
Who the hell are you, exactly?
Erm, Shannon Lawson from, well...
from last night.
- Here. - Never heard of you.
Only people here last night was me, my son,
and some scabby hooker who got our close mixed up with the red-light district.
Now, hold on.
I'm sorry about what happened but I didn't know you live with Callum.
Callum lives with me.
Look, I really like him.
Oh! So does his Aunty Renee.
But I don't find her stripping down to her G-string to prove it.
- Now sling it! - Shannon.
I've come to say sorry, right.
I mean, God, can't we just laugh at it? I mean, it was a mistake.
You bet your arse it was. His.
I brung him up to know the difference between nice girls and slappers.
Mum!
What century you live in, eh? He's not a kid anymore, you know.
He's a teenager!
I was married at his age.
Not for long, little wonder.
And if it's another football pay packet you're after, you can forget it.
I don't want his money.
I've got me own job, ta!
"I've got me own job, ta!" That much we know, love.
So why don't you go back to turning tricks and leave us alone?
Go on! Before I call the bizzies.
Shannon.
Shannon, wait...
- Piss off. - Ignore her. She don't mean it.
Sorry you actually live with that nightmare.
She's got a temper, that's all.
Yeah? Well, so have I.
And I have just lost mine. Big time.
Shannon, wait.
Wait! Shannon.
One daughter, extra spicy and no anchovies.
Hi, sweetheart. Go and take your shoes off.
Where's Bruno?
Well, he's at home. He's not feeling well.
Well, in future, I'd prefer it if it was him who drove Angelica.
This is all confusing enough for a child. I'm sure you understand.
Of course I understand. I'm a mother, too, aren't I?
But, well, Bruno...
he's not himself at the moment.
What? He stopped being a bastard for the day?
I mean it, Lucy.
I'm worried. I think we should talk.
Go upstairs, Angelica.
Off you go.
I'll put the kettle on.
It's nearly midday. How about a glass of wine?
(BABY CRYING)
It's nap time, you little shit! You'll have to wait!
What do you mean, voices?
Conrad's voice.
He thought he heard it on the answering machine.
Now, obviously it's not.
It must be some sort of grief reaction, I suppose.
I just thought maybe you could shed some light on it.
How he reacted when he heard. I mean, you were with him,
after you'd come back from shopping.
Yeah, yeah, he was devastated, of course. We both were.
Did you actually buy anything?
- What? - You know, from shopping that day.
I mean, you must've been pretty upset,
what with leaving Bruno and then changing your mind.
I guess you just needed some space.
I just wandered around.
Looking in windows, trying to work out what I wanted.
Hmm. That's what I thought.
I was just trying to picture what you were doing while Conrad was lying there dying.
And Angelica couldn't remember.
You asked Angelica?
Bad things happen, Lucy. It's healthy to talk about it.
Look, I don't know what's eating Bruno, okay?
But I would really rather you didn't talk to Angelica about it.
In fact, I insist.
Well, I only want what's best for her.
If you can't respect my wishes, Amber, I'm gonna have to stop her from coming round.
Oh!
Feature interview. I bet me and Bruno came out of it well.
I was quite charitable, actually. But I think the facts speak for themselves.
Must be great being you.
Squeaky clean.
Lucy, you will not believe what I just had to...
I think I'll take this as my cue to leave.
- Now, back. - Go!
(ALL CHEERING)
He's a bloody thoroughbred. Really working with that new kid.
Well done, Webbsie. You've earned that extra I gave you.
Yeah, well... cheers.
Good, mate.
Anyway, good job.
I'll pop in and see you when you're done here.
Let's get this Milligan thing sorted, hey?
- Mr Milligan... - Jesus! What?
Sorry. It's just the little one's crying.
I know, all right? I was just going.
Just... Just get back to your work, all right?
ROGER: Seems a bit harsh.
Short, sharp shock, Webbsie. But hey, it's your call.
I'm just right behind you, that's all I'm saying.
No. You're right.
Milligan needs to be taught a lesson and, well,
while he's up and about, we might as well get on with it.
Drinks in town sometime this afternoon?
Agreed.
Get Amber there, too. Sort of buffer.
Sounds like she's expecting it.
- I'll call him. - Oh, listen.
I'm having a few people round tonight. Sort of get-together.
- Get-together? - Yeah.
Friends and family. Bring Jackie.
I think you'll both enjoy it.
So, Liberty still in Paris?
Back this evening.
That's nice.
Oh, erm, sorry.
Just to say we've got to go soon. I don't want to leave Jackie sitting on her own.
Yeah, I won't be long.
I better put my clothes back on, yeah?
Fine, yeah, of course. I've got all I need down here.
Well, I just hope you're pleased with the final result.
- Bye. - Bye.
(PHOTOGRAPHER SPEAKING FRENCH)
"I'm just glad he's found a woman who doesn't mind athlete's foot and boring sex."
Lucy, you can't say that.
So, sue me. It's true.
At least Bruno doesn't live with his mum.
- Hey, once she gets to know you... - She won't get to know me
'cause I have no intention of having anything else to do
with that stupid little boy who can't stand up for himself.
Even if he's fit?
It sounds like she'll be after him herself if you hang around much longer.
Count me out. I'm happy being single at the moment, thank you very much.
And you're telling me that nothing crossed your mind
when Tre Gidigbi was stood there in front of you with his lunch box in your face?
And I'm talking big lunch box, okay? Double portions.
Shannon!
I was measuring him for a suit he's commissioned off me.
Well, I can think of worse things to do with my day.
It was strictly professional.
You must be dead.
(MOBILE RINGING)
It's Callum.
Hello?
- I thought she was finished with him. - Depends.
Well, do you plan on bringing your mother along, or will it be just us this time?
In that case, I might consider it.
What have you got in mind?
This way, sir.
I'm not late. You said three, right?
Relax, Milligan. We're a bit early, that's all. Have a seat.
All right.
So what's this all about?
I mean, you made yourself pretty clear this morning, boss,
and I totally take your point so...
- I'm stripping you of the captaincy. - For being ill?
You're just not skipper material, Milligan.
- Well-done for standing in when Conrad... - Standing in?
Is that what I've been doing these past few months?
I don't really know what you've been doing, son. That's the point.
Bruno's had marital problems, gentlemen, as you well know.
He's also been having some sort of panic attacks.
So there are extenuating...
GARRY: I'm fully aware of the marital problems.
This is not the kind of leadership that we were looking for.
Untenable. End of story.
So this is my fault now?
Nobody's saying that.
I think I'll go powder my nose.
Right. So...
Sounds like you've made up your mind.
Whatever. I'm still a shitting good player.
Nobody's denying that. It's just...
You've gone somewhere else in your head, Bruno. We need you switched on, mate.
- So who are you replacing me with, then? - Nobody.
Yet.
(MOBILE RINGING)
Shit.
ROGER: Right, well, I think we've said what we came to say. Garry...
Say something, you freak!
Stop phoning!
- What do you want? - Keep your voice down, you idiot.
What the hell are you playing at?
Don't try and tell me I'm crazy, 'cause this is real!
What are you on about, babe?
Conrad just called me.
AMBER: Don't be so ridiculous.
I've had enough of this.
He knows where I am. See for yourself.
You are making a fool of yourself, Milligan.
This isn't the first time he's imagined something like this.
Bruno, it's all in your head. Now, sit down.
I saw it. I'll prove it to you. I'm not making this up.
- Get a grip, for Christ's sake. - Give it back.
- Bruno, listen to me... - I said, give it back!
- Give it back, you bastard! - Bruno... Bruno!
Bruno!
Give it back!
- Glad to be home? - Some romantic break, huh?
First Tre turns up and then I can't get a second with you.
- You were working. - So were you. On everybody else but me.
Hold it, ma'am.
Lovely. Come to Daddy. Lovely.
Liberty, Liberty, hey Liberty!
Let's go.
Jealousy doesn't suit you, darling.
I'm not. Shit, I know what you have to put up with.
I just don't want to lose you.
Nobody's losing anybody.
In fact, you've got it all.
A hunky boyfriend,
and if I say so myself, a rather hot girlfriend who's crazy about you.
So smile, darling. Life is good.
(PHOTOGRAPHERS CALLING)
PHOTOGRAPHER: Come on, now.
(CAMERAS CLICKING)
Amber?
Amber? Sweetheart?
I had a chat with the shrink, yeah?
Hey.
(AMBER SOBBING)
Hey...
I'm sorry, it's just...
I don't know how much more I can take.
All this, this stuff about Conrad.
It keeps bringing it all back.
I mean, I want to help you, darling, but...
I feel like I'm at rock bottom.
I know.
And I'm so sorry.
That's why we need to talk.
About Conrad.
Every time I hear his name, all I want to do is get that bastard Arrowsmith by the throat
and squeeze the life out of him.
Don't get me wrong.
It's you I love.
But all this
"Conrad, Conrad, Conrad" night and day,
it's too much to cope with.
I was gonna take one of these.
The doctor gave them to me to help me sleep when it all happened.
And then I started thinking,
well,
if I take the whole lot,
then I won't have to wake up.
Jesus.
I won't have to watch you tear yourself up.
And maybe the thoughts would stop.
And that image of the bullet hitting him square in the chest,
blood everywhere, over and over again in my mind.
Then I thought,
"Stop being weak."
I just need a break from it.
I mean,
it's not me who's seeing things.
It's not like
I'm the one who just lost the captaincy.
Just in case...
I think you should look after them for me. Keep them away from me, yeah?
I'm going to bed.
I'm done in.
Hey, baby.
Just in time.
Meet the new skipper of Earls Park, Tremaine Gidigbi.
- You're kidding. - Wicked or what?
Congratulations, Tre. That's fantastic news.
Hey, listen. I've got a do I've gotta go to.
So, I'll leave you two to enjoy yourselves. Don't let him drink too much, though, eh?
He's got a tough job to do now and I'm relying on you.
Thanks, boss. You won't regret it.
See you soon.
You were right, baby. How long did it take?
Of course, Milligan helped out a bit by being a twat
but they said there was only one alternative, me.
Get yourself a glass, Urszula.
Oh, thanks anyway. I'm going to have a night off. Meet some friends.
Too right. All work and no play.
You two carry on. I'm really happy for you, Tre.
Thanks.
TREMAINE: So we do a press conference first thing. And then we hit the evening papers.
Oh!
Vintage, eh? Or are you trying to tell me something?
Don't be daft.
Well, you're certainly not showing any signs of ageing, darling.
You look positively edible.
What's he like?
Jesus wept.
Welcome to my world.
I thought you said you'd be just having a few friends round.
Punch?
- ROGER: Cheers. - Cheers.
GARRY: Cheers.
How's Milligan getting on with the shrink?
Well, it's early days yet, boss, but...
Well, yeah, he's showing some progress.
Thanks very much.
(PIANO PLAYING SOFTLY)
Here you go, sir. Here you go, ma'am. Enjoy.
Cheers.
I'm glad you came out, Shannon. Straight up.
My mum was out of order. She knows it.
Just, you know, got a gob on her.
I figured that one out meself.
She's diabetic.
Gets all worked up sometimes when her blood sugar's low.
But she's all right, really.
Heart of gold. Do anything for you once she knows you.
Forget it. It's you I fancy, not her.
- What? - You. Saying you fancy me.
I mean, it's off-beam, innit?
I've been looking at your picture in magazines, man.
And my mum's saying you're after my money. Shit.
I'd pay more than this just for you to say hello to me.
How much longer are you going to put up with that?
I mean, you can afford to move out, for God's sake.
Yeah, I was thinking we should buy a bigger place.
I mean, you on your own.
You're an adult, Callum.
You can't have your mum calling the shots. Especially now.
She don't call the shots. I do.
I have to look after her, that's all.
I'm all she's got.
- Sorry, I just meant... - Can we drop the subject, yeah?
I know what you're saying, just...
I want to enjoy tonight. All this.
And being here with you.
I'll drink to that.
Cheers.
(SOUL MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)
Jackie, it's not like the usual Sparks dos, is it?
Well, we never had a pop star as chairman before, did we?
Thank God.
Just enjoy yourself, for Pete's sake! Something different, innit?
Thank you.
- They're special ones. - Oh.
Thank you.
Oh, yeah, very tasty.
(SHUSHING)
I got a mate staying.
But don't worry, she'll be asleep.
This place is amazing.
God knows what you thought of our dump.
I thought it was like where I grew up. Nothing wrong with it. Just a bit crowded.
You sure this is okay?
It's my house, Callum.
And anyway, she's me friend, not me mum.
But if it makes you feel better, we could go to my bedroom.
Show me the way.
Wish me all the best?
Like hell you do.
Like hell you do!
(ALL THESE THINGS THAT I'VE DONE BY THE KILLERS PLAYING ON STEREO)
Well, it seems
that your wife was one of my old groupies, Webbsie. Now, what do you think of that?
I was just saying to Garry that I saw him live at the Palladium in...
Oh, when was it? 1971?
I remember. You was the gorgeous blonde in the front row with...
Well, I was brunette then. So nice try but no banana.
(LAUGHING DRUNKENLY)
No banana.
Are you drunk?
Oh, come on. It's good to see him enjoying himself, letting his hair down for once.
Looks like you need a refill as well, Jacks.
Keeley, come on over. I want you to meet Roger Webb.
The manager of Earls Park, my right hand.
I thought I was your right hand.
Well, that was last night, darling.
Keeley is a singer.
And she's got a big career in front of her, if I've got anything to do with it.
(LAUGHING DRUNKENLY) Right hand...
If you're really interested in music, I could show you my hall of fame.
Ooh, that sounds good.
That'll be fun.
So Sparks, eh?
What does that stand for again?
Is it me or has it got really hot in here?
Excuse me.
Tre.
I'm just saying.
I hear you about losing your independence, okay?
I don't want that neither.
But that's the point.
They all wrote me off when I got banged up.
But imagine we get married now.
Skipper. Top model.
Bi-successful black couple.
- Stronger than ever. - Hm.
Is this some kind of a publicity stunt?
No!
(DOOR CLOSING)
What?
Nothing.
I thought I heard Urszula coming in.
Give the girl a break.
If any luck, she's met a bloke.
Get her out of our hair once in a while.
(SIGHING)
Come here.
Just promise me you'll think about it, okay? That's all I'm asking.
Fine. I'll think about it.
How the hell would I get my hands on Conrad's mobile phone?
And why would I bother?
So, what? I'm going crazy?
Looks like it.
I can't take much more of this.
It's like... It's like he's haunting me.
You're haunting yourself, you thick wanker.
And you're not gonna drag me down with you.
You were worried about the gun, right?
Now it's scrap metal. So get a grip.
- And go home. - Yeah.
For Christ's sake, keep your mouth shut.
You're sleeping with his widow.
I don't think she'd take too kindly to finding out you're the one who blew him to bits.
I'm a big fan of football, you know.
Oh, really?
Foot.
Ball.
I am married.
So am I, darling.
Meet the husband.
Excuse me. I've... Sorry.
That was for Love Dogs. 350,000 sold in the first week.
All those people listening to you. That must be amazing.
Yeah. Hey, now that's me and Jagger. That's just after the Hyde Park gig.
Well, you have to ignore the hairdo. 'Cause, you know, we was younger then.
- Just the thing at the time, wasn't it? - Well.
You look like a real star, Garry.
Well, if you think that's good, sweetheart,
get a load of this.
Jackie, I'm gonna be sick, love.
Yeah. You and me both.
Come on, get your coat.
We're going home.
LUCY: You're sleeping with his widow.
I don't think she'd take too kindly to finding out you're the one who blew him to bits.
(SCREAMING)
AMBER: I was just trying to picture what you were doing while Conrad was lying there dying.
Has that painting always been there? Oh, I know what it is.
Bruno's gun rack used to be there, didn't it?
Must be great being you. Squeaky clean.
Shit.
Amber. It's Lucy. Listen.
What you were saying yesterday, well, I reckon there might be something he hasn't told you.
Okay, well, how about Gillespie's?
Give me an hour.
That was Lucy. She wants me to meet her.
Probably playing the Angelica card again.
Gosh. How would you cope if you lost access?
Hey.
Hey, you've got to pull yourself together, darling.
I mean, it's my fault, all that talk yesterday about topping myself
when it's you whose world's falling to bits.
Thanks for staying.
Thanks for having me.
So what's your mum going to say now?
She can swivel. Like you said, I'm not a kid anymore.
I'll call you.
In about half an hour.
Bruno. What the hell is that?
Lucy?
You're supposed to be with Amber.
It's her. You idiot. Come on.
We haven't got much time.
Mum?
Shit! Mum?
(MOANING)
It's okay, Mum. You're having a hypo.
There you go.
Callum.
Did you forget to eat after your injection this morning?
Again?
Stay there. I'll get you a biscuit.
I didn't know where you were.
(SHUSHING)
I'm here now.
That's Amber's private meditation room. You can't just...
Will you just shut up? Can't you see what is going on?
(GRUNTING)
Lucy, I said you can't just...