Love Without Walls (2023) Movie Script
1
I'm Paul Kelly.
Thank you very much.
Cheers.
Have a nice night.
'Bout time you got there,
isn't it, Sophie?
-Hmm.
-Little duet?
Bet she got some lungs on her.
You know, in 10 years
of being together,
I don't think
I've ever heard her sing.
Believe me, it's for the best.
Aw, thought we said cash.
Did we?
-It's fine.
-See you next month?
It's in the diary.
Cheers, Mark.
Hey, watch your back.
Well done, Paul.
Cheers. Thank you.
Cheers.
Manor House Station
to Gibson Square.
Leave on left green lanes.
Right on Right Highbury Newpark.
Right Saint Paul's Road.
Comply Highbury Corner.
Leave by Opera Street.
Right Barnsbury Street.
Left Milner Square.
Forward Milner fucking bullocks.
Fuck.
-No, keep going.
-Leave by Opera Street.
Right Barnsbury Street.
Left Milner Square.
Forward Milner Place, forward
Gibson Square, sat down --
Oh, bub, you've got it.
You've got it, you've got it.
Shift your butt.
You gotta go.
I do.
Now.
Hello, Maisie.
Good morning!
Good morning, my baby.
-Morning.
-Morning.
-Letter for you.
-Ta.
You would forget your bloody
head if it weren't screwed on.
Love you!
Good luck!
It's not working.
Oh, sorry. I don't know
why it's not working.
Hang on.
Try again for me.
No again.
It's not working.
You know what?
I think I've got enough.
-Thank you.
-Thank you.
-Thank you.
-Thank you.
Right Old Kent Road.
Right Asylum Road.
Left Queen's Road.
Candor Street on left.
Cafe de Paris.
Coventry Street.
-Park Theatre.
-Park Theatre?
Clifton Terrace.
Go on then.
Right Wickham Street.
Right Panton Street.
Right Oxident Street.
Right Coventry Street.
Left Rupert Street.
Right Shaftsbury Avenue.
Uh...
I'm sorry. Uh, sorry.
Can I start again?
Right.
Look to the left.
No, the other left.
Oh.
Me hair all right?
Nan, stop fidgeting.
Oh, that's a good one.
Show us what you got.
There's my favorite one.
Here's my favorite one.
Chop me head off, stick
a cauliflower in its place.
Oh!
did you get my provisions?
Yes, I did.
Quick, hide them in your bag.
Lovely. Oh.
What kind of nan encourages
their granddaughter
to smoke, eh?
Puff-puff behind the bike shed.
Eh?
Ooh.
Don't worry.
I ain't got corona.
Yeah, it wasn't a cough
that carried her off.
It's the coffin
they carried her off in, yeah.
Ooh!
Mm! Mm.
Here she comes --
matron of horror.
Oh, bit soft in the head,
this one.
Nan, have you not heard
of the Australian bushfires?
Thought it was Brazilian.
Nan! You...
Jeanie, lunch is ready.
Just topping up me tan.
Well, I gotta go anyway.
You go.
I love you. Mwah!
I'll see you soon.
All right?
Yeah.
Make it soon, eh?
I will. Promise.
Look, I don't have it for you,
but I will.
You keep saying that. When?
Devon, look, I'll get it to you.
I just -- I had a check
given to me
from a fucking gig last night,
and I have to wait on it
to clear, all right?
Fucking -- a fucking check?
Oh, mate, you're so low,
you know that.
You're so low.
Just give me the money
I gave you as a fucking loan!
Sophie,
your coursework is good.
It's really good.
Your final project
needs to be submitted
by the 16th of July.
16th.
And do I have
to submit it online,
or can I just present it
like that, old-school?
A-Absolutely.
-Yeah?
-Yeah.
Uh, look, Soph,
we're out of time.
Um, so just e-mail me if
you've got any questions, okay?
Will do. Thank you.
-All right. Bye.
-Go on. Catch you later.
Have you been a good girl?
You didn't have that bastard
examiner again, did you?
I passed.
I'm up again in 28 days.
Bubba, you did it!
Uh, hello.
Uh, my name's Paul Kelly.
I'm gonna play a song I wrote
called
"The Girl I Used to Know."
Hope you like it.
I'm gonna play a different song
that's not so depressing.
Uh, you know...
They sent me a note
in the cashbox instructing me
to give you half of what
we took on the door.
I'm only following orders.
Take it or leave it.
A score? That's barely gonna
cover congestion charge.
Well, take it up
at the next AGM.
You know what? Shuffle back
to your fucking cesspit.
Bloody pins!
See a pin and pick it up,
all day long
you'll have good luck.
It's a penny, you mad bastard.
Yes, a penny. Pin.
I'm sorry.
Pet insurance runs out,
and the last thing I want
is Maisie getting
a pin stuck in her paw.
Where are you, you bastard?
Adam and Eve News,
you bastard.
All right.
Great.
What?
When did we get that?
-Two days ago.
-Fucking joking me?
Two days ago?
Why didn't you tell me?
You had stuff going on,
so I'm not gonna tell you, am I?
But you still gotta
fucking tell me
if we're getting kicked out.
-There you go, my darling.
-All right.
-You got it?
-Got it.
-Thanks for this, sis.
-Oh!
I wondered what happened
to all Dad's tools.
You're going on
your holidays, my baby, eh?
I'm sorry she can't stay.
John's funny about dogs
in the house.
You know what? It's fine.
Aunt Viv loves Maisie.
It's a bit of company for her.
Come on, you.
I'll drop her off,
and then I'll go
and get me scooter.
Love you.
God.
He walks just like Dad.
He usually does
two sets, about an hour.
I know, I know. You know what?
The entertainment industry
is taking a real bashing,
ain't it?
Onwards and upwards,
as they say.
Sorry.
Can you, uh, say that again?
Okay. I see.
You're looking
for a tribute act.
All right, no worries.
Thank you.
Bye-bye.
-All right, John?
-Hiya.
Long time no see.
They've got nowhere else to go.
If it is a problem, we can --
It's fine.
Isn't it, John?
Oi! Watch the flamingoes.
What's for dinner?
Nice.
Oh, thank you, Debs.
This is lovely.
It's nothing.
No, thank you.
It's not like you
turned down a drink, Soph.
I just can't believe
what you were paying in rent.
It's almost double our mortgage.
Can't they get
a council place?
-They've got no chance, John.
-No, we are on the list.
There's thousands
on the waiting list
in Camden alone,
but they've knocked down
hundreds of good flats
on the estate,
all for some train to get you
to Birmingham a bit quicker.
No one wans to go to fucking
Birmingham anyway.
Oh. Do you remember
where Joyce lived?
-Yeah.
-You wouldn't recognize it now.
Looks like a bloody war zone.
Ugh, terrible.
They were good flats,
too -- breezeblocks.
And the dug up thousands
of bodies from the church.
-So awful.
-I know. Imagine that.
Rest in peace, my arsehole.
Excuse my French.
If you've not got kids,
you ain't got a hope in hell.
Sorry.
It's fine.
You'll have to tell me what
you do and don't eat, all right?
Did Paul tell you that he passed
his last appearance?
What? No.
Yeah.
He's on his final leg now.
Reckons he might have his badge
by Christmas.
-That's great!
-So how long's it been, then?
Three years?
Took Dad six.
Yeah, but your old man
was a full-time brickie.
And he had to bring you two
up on his tod.
Is that hot enough for you?
-Yeah. It's lovely. Thanks.
-Good.
I don't know why
you're bothering, mate.
Game's dead.
What do you want to go around
learning all those roads for?
That's why we have satnavs,
isn't it?
He's doing it for Dad.
Yeah, well,
he wants to do it for himself.
Anyway, before you wanted
to be a rockstar.
Well, you know what?
It's something to fall back on,
ain't it?
Have you got any more
gigs coming up?
Yeah, a couple.
You want to stick to karaoke,
mate.
He's winding you up
He's winding y'all. Paul!
What?
I was only having a laugh.
Jesus Christ.
Hey!
Hey!
Agh!
Ooh, it's nice.
Oh, darling.
Happy birthday, Nan.
Mwah.
As soon as we get a new place,
you can come and stay with us.
Oh, the old gaff was grotty.
Rock hard, that bed of yours.
I got one more present for you.
There you go.
What on earth is that?
-Don't get too excited.
-All right.
Oh!
Fucking cauliflower?
When you chop your head off.
Oh, duh. Bugger.
You two get together.
Let me take a picture.
Nice.
-Off with her head!
-Oh!
Pair of bloody loons, you two.
-Oh.
-I got it, I got it.
Paul, I thought you
was trying to turn me
into one of them vegans.
Oh, God, no.
to see...
...to see what a silly sod
she's turned out to be.
All right. No tears.
It's your birthday.
I fell down the stairs today.
And baby bumped his head.
Little sister fell right off
the high spare-bedroom bed.
Mother trod on pussy's tail,
and Father's got a cough.
I turned the bathroom tap
full on
and never turned it off.
Cook put sugar in the soup.
And Father didn't like
that much
and said, "She better go!"
You still got it, Nan.
'Course I have!
I taught it to you, didn't I?
I don't think it's open.
We got the right date?
Hello, mate.
We just arrived to set up.
No, I didn't get you message.
Oh, shit.
Oh, mate, I'm so sorry.
No, no. It's fine. Honestly.
All right. Take --
No, no, no, honestly. It's fine.
All right, mate.
Catch you later.
What?
Another business
down the swanny, isn't it?
They should still pay us,
really.
Well, I ain't gonna kick a man
while he's down, am I?
Better get that lot
back in the car, eh?
Fuck's sake.
That money was going towards
the new scooter.
We've definitely
outstayed our welcome.
He is such a brute.
Come into my arms,
you bundle of charms.
Mm.
We could stay at Auntie Jo's.
She has got six cats, though,
hasn't she?
Oh, I'd be scratching me eyes
out all week.
What about your Auntie Viv?
Mnh-mnh.
She don't mind having Maisie,
but not us two.
That's nice.
She does live in a bedsit,
doesn't she?
We need to get out of London.
Clear the head, you know?
I feel, um...
Where if we go to Southend?
Mm.
That's where we first, um...
Rob just moved down there.
We could crash with him.
Get a bit of sea air.
Clear the head, you know?
Your hands are freezing.
Mm!
Shut up, you.
Get off!
I don't know what noises
these things make.
Shh!
Thank you for having us.
You're very welcome, darling.
Thank you.
I'll ring you when we get there,
all right?
-Please do.
-Thank you.
We'll, uh, come and collect
the rest of the stuff
when we got somewhere sorted,
all right?
Okay. Look.
Take that.
It's not much.
Just take it. All right?
-Thanks, sis.
-Okay.
All right.
-See you soon.
-Take care of yourself.
I'll be grand.
Look after yourself, okay?
Okay. Yes.
- Fuck you.
- Fuck you.
Southend, here we come.
Oh-hey-oh-hey.
Oh, yeah.
I remember the fat bloke.
Oh, he was a lunatic.
-He drowned.
-No way.
-In Scotland.
-Wales.
Uh, Wales. Yeah.
God.
So what's happening
with your record deal, then?
Do you still play?
No.
Got myself a proper job.
You know, uh, my mate Keith
will probably sling some work
your way.
I'll give him a tinkle later.
Yeah, that'd be great.
Thanks.
-All right, hon?
-Hi.
Remember Paul?
-How you doing?
-Hi, yeah.
You're looking well.
Your new hair.
Fringe. Thanks.
This is the monster, Bobby.
It's such a good job
he got her looks and not yours.
-Hey.
-I'm Sophie, by the way.
-Lisa.
-Oh, I'm sorry.
I forgot you two haven't met.
Gutted we couldn't make
your wedding, mate.
-Ah, it's no worries.
-You know what?
It was all a little bit
last minute.
We just wanted to do it
before James got too ill.
I was really sorry
to hear about your dad.
Yeah, he was a top bloke.
So how old are you then, mister?
-Six.
-Mm.
-How old are you?
-You never ask a lady her age.
-Lady?
-All right, you git.
-Can I have a quick word?
-Yeah.
I hope my Maisie's okay.
I miss my Maisie Lou.
Oh. This friggin' gearstick
is digging in my forehead.
That's not the gearstick.
What are you doing?
I gotta get
this coursework done.
Fuck's sake!
Oh!
It's all wet.
I thought you fixed the leak.
Oh, fuck.
Is my guitar all right?
You know what?
What is the point?
It was your idea to kip in here
for the night, wasn't it?
Yeah, only because your so-cool
mate wouldn't let us stay.
And we can't afford a hotel,
can we?
He's under the thumb,
isn't he?
You know what?
I'm gonna drive back to London.
Fine.
Come on, Patrick.
Oh, don't do this to me now!
Is it flat?
Bullocks!
Looks like we're
staying in Southend, then.
Do you have any idea
what you're doing?
I have not got a Scooby Doo.
-Mm-mm!
-Are you fucking bullocks?
No, no!
Give me your face.
Let me rub your face.
You all right in there?
Sometimes you just need
a good ol' cry, don't you?
I did run a restaurant in London
for five years.
Well, more of a caf.
But you know what?
Like a lot of small businesses,
they didn't survive the virus,
unfortunately.
How old are you?
-Married?
-Yes.
Look, I'm a grafter.
I'm not gonna let you down.
So what's the pay?
Mm. Minimum wage.
But you know what?
Beggars can't be choosers,
can they?
Oh.
Very well done, miss.
Why, thank you.
Can't believe I'm going to be
30 this year.
It's the same age we lost Mum.
Get much done?
Uh, yeah, but my phone is dead.
You got the charger?
Yes, I do.
There you go.
-Thank you.
-You're welcome.
So, um, could I charge this
behind the bar, please?
We're not really supposed
to do that anymore.
Oh. Uh, please?
We're kinda fucked if we don't.
-All right, give it here.
-Thank you. Cheers.
-I really appreciate it.
-No worries.
Thank you.
I'm gonna go for a big wee.
Yes.
Fuck. Me phone.
Oh, great.
That was our only charger.
But it ain't gonna be
open now, is it?
Wait and go in the morning.
I'm such a fucking eejit.
Oh.
You know what? I must call Viv.
Paul!
Paul, you bloody stink!
I really need to poo as well.
Go outside
and shake yourself.
- Outside?
- Mm!
This is a shit day, am I right?
-Got any bog roll?
-No.
Take a poo bag.
Yeah, I know.
That's what I told him.
Yeah. Sorry to wake you, girl.
She said she gave it
back to you.
No, she fucking didn't.
All right.
Don't shoot the messenger, mate.
Here, listen, um,
I'm a singer/songwriter.
I write some songs and I
play guitar and everything.
Um, there's my card.
If you see anything you like
on the Internet and whatever,
um, I've got a manager, Sophie.
She'll deal with the money
and everything.
-For your playing?
-Yeah.
Yeah, the music normally play
in here for a couple of beers.
Really?
Yeah.
You missed a bit there.
Prick.
You put a knee on the floor
because you don't want
to hurt your back.
This triangle here.
Perfect.
And then we tuck it in
like a burrito.
The opening needs to be away
from the door.
And then you put it there
and in the middle, tuck.
Okay, so we do the other side.
You do it.
Thank you. Cheers.
Thanks. I'll be right now.
I've forgotten again.
Thanks.
I appreciate that.
Give me a high-five.
I know what you've done.
You just saw your man there.
-I was like -- Snap!
-Snap!
-I still got there before you.
-You haven't!
Yes, I did.
Snap a fucking Rooney.
Get the fucking...
-Snap!
-Oh!
Best out of 100, is it?
Oh, snap! Snap, snap!
No, that's too late.
You put it down.
-No. Snap.
-You put it down.
-No, I won it.
-But you put that down.
Can you just let me win it?
You've won all of them.
Okay. You win.
I don't even want to play.
Oh, come on.
All right.
Fine.
I've got something
for you to do.
-Oh?
-Mm-hmm.
-Do you?
-Take them.
Threadneedle Street
to Blackfriars Bridge.
Oof.
Come on.
Oh, look,
stop pressurizing me.
I'm only trying to help.
Mnh-mnh.
Hey, mate.
Keith, is it?
-Rob's mate?
-Yeah.
I'm Paul.
It's nice to meet you.
-How's it going?
-Yeah. Good man. Good.
-Stick that on for me.
-All right. Yeah.
Do a lot of clearing today.
This is your stuff.
-Grand.
-Feeling strong?
Yeah. Buzzing, yeah.
It turned out
she texted the whole group.
Yeah. Everyone saw it.
Yeah. Oh, mate, she had to
apologize to, like,
her uncle and grandfather
and every-- Mate?
-Yeah.
-Make sure you get
all the roots there, yeah,
'cause they'll spread.
-Yeah, all right.
-I don't want to come back here
at six months
and do the same job.
- Fuck that.
- Yeah. So it was...
Yeah, a nightmare.
Here, mate.
Thanks, mate.
I'll pay you the rest
end of the week
when we finish the job, yeah?
Lovely stuff. Right.
Have a good evening.
-Yeah.
-Cheers. See you tomorrow.
So I'm lifting up.
And he's grabbing down.
And, "Come on, chop chop."
Push it up.
Hang on. Sorry.
What's going on?
-Is this your vehicle?
-Yeah.
You don't have any road tax
or insurance on this vehicle?
Officer, I'll sort it,
I promise.
This vehicle shouldn't
be on the road.
Yeah, I understand that,
but Patrick's broken down.
There's also been several
complaints from residents
about antisocial
and suspicious behavior.
Anti-- Are you having a laugh?
Officer,
I know what you're saying,
but just let us
sleep in it tonight.
We'll be towing it away tonight.
Gather what you need
from the vehicle.
Officer, it's --
it's sentimental.
It was her mom's car.
We can make
arrangements for you
to collect it at a later date,
should you so wish.
Check out this place.
They should be able to help you.
-Well done, well done!
-Soph.
Look, once I get paid
for the gardening job,
I'll get Patrick back.
I promise you so.
It's a poxy day center.
There's some B&Bs
in the seafront.
We ain't got enough money.
I don't get paid
till the end of the month.
You always said that car
was a death trap, didn't you?
And anyway, I think
I'd quite like to sleep
under the stars tonight.
Come on.
You all right?
What'd you do to my shoes?
You seen my shoes?
Ugh.
Somebody fucking nicked them.
Me boots. Not these.
Oh, Paul, just put them on.
I'm not putting these on.
I'll look like a fucking...
You haven't touched me boots?
-Mnh-mnh.
-Ugh!
Just put them on.
We've got to find somewhere
to put all this.
Will the hotel not let you
keep it there, no?
Right. Okay. Uh...
You stay here with the stuff.
I'm going to go
and find somewhere.
All right.
Don't be long, though.
-I won't.
-Give us that.
Excuse me,
couldn't borrow your phone
to make a quick call, could I?
It's incoming calls only
and it's just about to die.
Sorry.
Going somewhere hot?
I wish.
Right you are, girl.
-Ah.
-There you go.
Oh, dear.
All right.
Just doing me bit
for the environment.
You can't beat Rosie Lee
in a proper teacup,
I'm telling you.
The trouble with the world today
is tea in a plastic fucking cup.
Oh, you know what? That tea
has gone right through me.
Well, the --
the bogs around here
don't open for another hour.
30 pence for the fucking
privilege as well.
Gone are the days
of spending a penny. Mm.
You go in them's here kettle,
and I'll look
after your stuff.
I will be two minutes.
Thank you.
That's better.
When you gotta go,
you gotta go.
-Yep.
-Right. I'm off.
-Well, thank you for the tea.
-You're welcome.
Here. Spice.
No, I'm all right.
Thank you.
Okay. It's been marvelous
talking to you.
Oh, wait!
Them me husband's boots!
Cheeky bastard.
Take that bag here.
That's got my camera in it.
It's okay. Great.
Careful.
I'm gonna drop.
You ready?
Okay, yeah, yeah.
Not too shabby, eh?
Come on.
Hurry up.
We're gonna be late for work.
Where do you want me?
Do you not like
me dancing shoes, no?
-You dancing?
-You asking?
Here you go, man.
Moonwalk off.
Oh, fuck. Fuck!
How'd you do that?
I never know
how people do that.
Push off the ball,
then lift your heel.
-I'll show you after.
-All right, later.
-Let's get at it, twinkle toes.
-Okay.
Shh! Get under the bed.
Need a hand?
Oh, I'm almost done.
I'm off home then.
Um, see you tomorrow?
Yeah.
-Ciao.
-Ciao.
- Ciao.
- Oh, shut up.
Whoo!
That one.
Are you touching two fingers?
It's hard.
Okay.
I don't know how you've made
that sound like that.
What if I do that?
Ooh.
Okay, keep going there.
And then stretch that one.
Can you put --
Isn't long enough.
Right? Strum there.
That's a G.
You're a nutter.
Yeah, but I'm your nutter,
isn't I?
You're a nutcase.
Mm, numnah.
Nutjob.
Dumb nut.
-Donut.
-Nuh-nuh.
Leave your uniform
and take your stuff.
I promise it won't happen again.
I really need this job.
I'm sorry.
I'll pay you for the days
you've worked.
Don't worry.
It'll be in your bank account
by the end of the month.
Can't you give me cash?
I know, but my overdraft is
just gonna gobble it all up.
You should be lucky I didn't
report you to head office.
All the , loo rolls,
biscuits.
And don't think I don't know
you've been sneaking
your boyfriend in.
Husband, actually.
Stick your bloody job.
Fuck's sake!
-Where does Keith live?
Dunno.
He's a mate of a mate.
Rob, you said
that he was your mate.
That fucker owes me 600 quid.
Hey, watch your language.
Who's at the door?
Hey, Bobby, go inside.
Inside now.
Look, mate, I'm sorry
for swearing, but for f...
I'm bullin', Rob.
Yeah, I can see that.
And I moved down here to get
away from all this drama, yeah?
Your mate of a mate
has fucked me over.
I'm working like an asshole
all week.
You know, mind your necking
and jog on.
Before I lose my temper.
-Really?
-Yeah.
Fucking nice one, Rob.
Cheers.
-There you are.
-Thanks.
-Would you like some fruit?
-Uh, please.
-Yeah?
-Let me get your tea.
Herbal tea or coffee?
Te-- uh, coffee.
Black.
Sugar there.
Help yourself.
Would you like tea,
herbal tea, or coffee?
Uh, could I have
a cup of tea, please?
You certainly can.
Choirs open to everyone, sir.
Everyone's welcome to join.
Paul's a professional singer.
He's got an amazing voice.
Ah, you're blessed?
Well, they meet up
at the church every Thursday.
-What about you?
-No, you're all right.
I got kicked out
of choir at school.
I got kicked out of everything
at school.
I know how you feel.
-Thank you.
-No problem at all.
Have a nice afternoon.
Rosalie, coming right up.
Oh, hello. Can I speak to
Jeanie Binks, please?
It's her granddaughter.
It's Nan.
Nobody told me!
Nobody was there.
She was all by herself and I --
Soph, come on.
Not wine.
10 pence short.
Have you got 10p?
You'll have to put it back.
Oh, I will bring 10p
in the morning.
Look, I promise you, I will
bring 10p in the morning.
If the till's short,
I get fined.
Oh, for fuck's sake!
Sorry. We're going.
It's fine.
Thank you.
Keep the change.
Soph.
We should probably
eat something.
Cold.
Cold chips are the staple diet
of being homeless, I think.
We are not homeless.
We're just temporarily
without walls.
Attractive.
Oh, Soph, grow up, will you?
That's rich coming from you.
Peter fucking Pan.
Wine just turns you
into a fucking maniac.
It ain't the wine.
It's you.
Say what you want.
Don't care.
Oh, here we go, doing his famous
Paul walk-away, eh?
-I'm not walking away.
-You know what?
While you're at it, why don't
you go and learn some of them
runs that you've been doing?
I don't want to
fucking learn any runs.
If I spent more time on my music
rather than doing that shit,
then we wouldn't be
in this position, would we?
Waste of time,
spending fucking evenings
driving around London
learning streets
instead of doing a fucking gig.
I'm a fucking musician.
Wasted fucking time.
I'm gonna fail the knowledge,
so what the fuck do we do?
No one fails the knowledge.
They just give up.
If you have something
to fall back on,
you're gonna fall back on it.
That's how it works.
No one who's successful
ever had a plan "B."
Success is not owned.
Is rented, and the rent
is due every bloody day.
And guess what?
We couldn't even pay ours,
could we?
It's your fault
that I missed Nan's funeral.
What?
Cloth ears,
I said it's your fault
that I missed Nan's funeral.
You're drunk.
Mm. And you're a cunt.
But at least I'll be sober
in the morning, eh?
Sorry, mate. Sorry.
Have you, uh,
have you seen my wife, Sophie?
She was here the other day.
No, no, no, I haven't. Sorry.
Hey, look. Take this.
Thanks.
What the fuck are you doing,
you daft cow?
Come on. I need --
I need your arms. Come on.
Give me your arms.
Got you a rubbish sandwich.
No, thank you.
I don't see why
I need this thing.
You're dehydrated.
Why did you let me drink wine?
Will you get me some
clean clothes, please?
Mm-hmm.
Wait.
-I love you.
-Love you, too.
Hello? Sorry. Excuse me.
Could I just, um...
I've just seen my bag
getting drop--
-Can I help you, sir?
-Yeah, I'm just, uh...
That's my guitar going to skip.
Can I just --
I'm sorry. You can't come in
here. It's private property.
No, no, I don't want to,
like, stay or anything.
Just, um, I left me stuff.
You'd be trespassing,
so I can't let you in.
-I'm ever so sorry.
-Yeah. No. That's fair.
Um, look, me wife's in hospital.
She's not got any clean clothes
or anything.
If I could just get it --
I'm sorry,
but this is private property.
You can just grab it.
It's just there.
Look, it's just --
I can fucking see it.
Fucking hell. Was there really
any need for that?
-It's just there.
-Get lost.
For fuck's sake,
it's just there!
-I can fucking see it!
-We're phoning the police.
Police? The police?
The fucking --
I can fucking see it there!
-We need assistance.
-Please!
I'm begging you, please!
Police are on their way.
I suggest you leave.
Fuck. Please.
I suggest you leave.
Thanks.
I've found you a place
at a local female hostel.
-What is this?
-Don't ask.
Sorry. This is Laura.
She's the hospital support...
Hospital social support adviser.
Sophie's filled me in
on your situation.
I know it's daunting,
but it's not just yourselves
that you need
to think about now.
I haven't told him yet.
Sorry. I-I presumed.
Yeah, well,
never presume anything.
What?
Fuck off.
You're not, are ya?
Are ya?
Are you?
Fucking get in!
Finally a bit
of good fucking news.
Okay, so you've got
three months stay maximum.
Hopefully you'll have found
a permanent place by then.
No alcohol, no drugs,
no pets, no guests.
Oh, no. Hang on.
I don't think I want to stay.
That's ridiculous.
We're a married couple,
for God's sake.
Hey, look, it's fine.
Remember what the woman said
in the hospital?
It's not just us we're looking
after now, is it?
Right. There's a whole rail
of clean clothes there.
Help yourself. Pop your dirty
laundry over there.
And all those undies
are brand-new.
M&S last season.
Get yourself a coat.
You might be lucky at
the All Saints Men's Shelter,
if you get your skates on.
Thanks.
Paul, we need to talk.
-What's he doing here?
-Hello, Becky.
I will have to ask you
to leave now, sir.
See you tomorrow.
-Love you.
-Love you.
Can't wait to see you
in the dress.
-Anyone plaster?
-Me! I do.
Just go down by the arcade.
You go down
the soddin' arcade.
There's dog shit down there,
and it gets all caught up
in my wheels.
Call the police.
Here, lads, lads, stop filming.
Lads, lads, lads, lads.
Come on, stop filming.
Lads, just have
some fucking manners, lads.
Bruv, put some fucking socks on.
You look like a dick.
You all right, man?
Get yourself
off the streets, lad.
You'll end up with
gammy legs like me.
Left Notting Hill Gate.
Led-bury.
Forward Ledbury Road.
Right Honor Oak Park.
Left Honor Oak Road.
Staunton. Staunton. Staunton.
Staunton.
So have either of you
actually tried
to get jobs yourself?
-Yeah, of course we have.
-Yeah.
-Right. And no luck at all.
-No.
No? Have you got any ID?
No, 'cause we lost everything.
-Passport?
-Nope.
-Bank statement.
-Nope.
Mobile phone contract?
Utility bills?
Look, we don't have anything!
If we did, we'd --
Look. See?
That's what we fucking have.
That's it.
For fuck's sake.
I'm sorry.
It-- It's my first day.
I'm still learning myself.
Congratulations.
On the job. It's not
an easy thing to get, so...
Thanks.
Uh, let's get you both
in the system.
Hi. I see in your window that
you're looking for volunteers?
Oh, yes, darling, we're
always looking for new recruits.
Does that work?
The radio?
Uh, yeah.
Good as new, batteries included.
I'm just keeping an eye on, uh,
sticky fingers over there.
It's hard to believe people
would steal from a charity shop.
But when you got nothing,
you're not thinking about
the little Black kids
in Africa, right?
Application form.
Please.
When did charity shops
get so expensive?
When landlords
got so greedy.
I wonder how much goes
to the people that need it?
Your toes are right
in the end there.
Just need to break it in.
-They're a size 9.
-Are they?
-Did you not look at the sizes?
-Well, no.
I was too busy shitting myself
to be thinking of sizes.
I'm just trying to work
out the dates, like...
That France over there,
do you reckon?
No, it's not France.
That's the Thames Estuary.
That's Kent.
Did you know that Southend Pier
is the longest pier
in the world?
Crazy, isn't it?
Hey, what would you be?
About six weeks? Yeah?
Right, put it on.
Come on.
We are roasting.
Let's make a move.
Well, I wouldn't
hang it up on my wall.
If you had a wall.
Aw, what are you doing?
Clothesy.
Oh, fucking hell.
You'll be all
right. Don't worry.
You're such an idiot.
That's sweet.
I like that.
mince pies over there.
What does he think
we're gonna do?
Why do you let them mind you?
'Cause I'm not sitting here
being stared at
like a bloody exhibit.
Oh, yeah.
Hang on.
Oh, Paul, look at your arms.
Fuck. I was only out there
for 10 minutes.
We need to get
some sun lotion.
Right, I give up now.
My hands are rotting.
-Thank you.
-Ugh!
What the fuck are you doing?
I used to steal it from school
for Mum when she was ill.
-Chalk?
-Mm!
Calcium.
Good for your bones.
There's something
fucking wrong with you.
Chalk?
Welcome to my humble abode.
Catch. See that square?
Yeah.
That is my photography studio.
All right. Well, if that's
your photography studio,
then I'm -- oh! --
definitely having
a recording studio.
Would Madam like a shower
or a bath?
Ooh.
I think I will have...
one of them corner tubs
with a Jacuzzi, please.
I fucking like them,
actually, yeah.
Eh...
Oh, lovely. Look at that.
Love it.
-And a peep hole.
-You dirty git.
-Champagne?
-Please.
All right, you got the glasses?
I got the bottle here.
Yee-haw!
Oh, darling, when we are old
You all right?
What's wrong with you?
There's no baby, Paul.
I know.
I only told Laura
at the hospital I was pregnant
'cause I thought
she could help us.
Just when I saw your little face
light up in hospital,
I didn't know how to tell you.
Well, I, uh...
I believed you then, but...
When you didn't want
to talk about it,
I kind of worked it out.
You should have told me.
But I understand why you didn't.
I am sorry.
What if I can never
give you a baby, ever?
Fuck's sake.
I'm with you.
I love you.
Our fucking marriage.
I don't care
if we have a baby or not.
You're enough for me.
But this isn't enough for us,
is it?
So, as much as I hate saying it,
I think we should probably
go back to my sister's.
Even if her husband is a prick.
I'm gonna get
some laboring work tomorrow,
and I'm gonna get us
enough money to get us
tickets back to London.
-What about your back?
-I'll get a day out of it.
I'm gonna stay with you tonight.
Don't be fucking daft.
There's no point in us
both walking around
like zombies, is there?
You get a good kip.
I'll be all right.
Come here.
All right.
Away to bed, you.
See you tomorrow night.
Oh, and if I get enough money,
then maybe we could, uh,
get a dirty kebab.
-Ooh!
-Fucking chips.
Mmm!
See you tomorrow.
Fuck!
Bye!
Let's see.
Yeah, come on.
-Eh.
-Okay.
Here, man, uh,
what time are we finishing?
I'm just thinking about
getting back.
Back to where?
The doorway?
Where are you going,
you little fucker?
Fucking come on!
Ohh.
Ohh!
Fuck!
Wait.
Where the fuck are we?
Where are we? Argh!
Hiya. I'm trying to
find my husband, Paul.
I haven't seen him. Sorry.
Listen, he'll turn up, he will.
Just...have faith.
-Hello?
-Debs, it's Soph.
Finally! Didn't you
get my messages?
Deb, I can't --
-I know --
-He wants to know
when you intend to
pick up the dog.
Deb, Paul's gone missing
and I can't find him.
What? Does he have a ride?
No. I don't know.
I don't know if I put
too much pressure
on him or what.
-I don't know.
-Sophie, where are you?
Debs, my money's
about to run out. Debs!
Fuck!
I'm really sorry to ask,
but you haven't got
any spare change just so
I can make a phone call?
No, sorry.
Fuck.
Hello, police.
How can I help you?
I-I'd like to report
a missing person, please.
Don't ever
touch this stuff.
Don't touch this stuff.
-Okay.
-Look at me.
-Okay.
-Say, "Yes, Daddy."
-Yes, Daddy.
Yes. And next time,
I'll smack you over the face.
-Do you understand? Yeah?
-Yeah. Yeah.
Kids.
Oi!
That's him.
No.
Hello? No?
No.
This is my daughter.
-She's beautiful, isn't she?
-Thank you.
Why don't you go back?
I'd rather die than
go back like this.
What about you?
What about me?
I'm from here.
Things didn't work out...
Sophie.
Sophie, I know
where your baby is.
Where is he?
Dunno, just need to get
you away from them.
You don't want to be hanging
around with those losers.
And I'd put that away
if I were you.
He'll turn up.
They always do.
Listen, I need
to call me wife.
Can I use your phone, please?
Why, babe?
I bet she's proud of you.
I reckon we've done her a favor.
Back to work.
Give you 20 quid for it.
F-F--
Ugh.
Sorry, ladies, you haven't got
any spare change, have you?
-No, sorry.
-No, sorry.
Sorry to bother you,
but you haven't got any
spare change, have you?
-I'm just --
-Sorry.
It's all right. Thank you.
Um, I'm really sorry, but
my husband's missing and --
Sorry, I'm so sorry.
Where did they take you?
Huh?
When you go outside,
you go with a man.
Where did the man go?
I work. I work.
You work doing what?
I-I build a house.
You -- You must --
Shh.
And then you go out, understand?
Yeah, okay.
Yeah. Thanks, bye.
Rob's not heard from him.
Do you think there might be
someone else?
-I've got to go.
Excuse me,
I'm sorry to bother you,
but I'm trying to
find my husband.
I haven't seen him anywhere.
Have you?
-No. Sorry.
-You're sure?
Sorry.
Excuse me.
I'm trying to find my husband.
He hasn't been here
or had a drink in here?
I recognize him.
Not for a while, though.
How much is a house white?
-What size?
-Small.
-3.40.
-Can I get one, please?
Yeah.
-Yeah, okay.
-Thank you.
This is a cashless bar.
Yeah, but cash is king.
Not anymore.
You've not got a card?
No. Don't worry. Thank you.
For you, Nana Kings.
Hey.
Let's see how fucking brave
you are now, shall we?
Sophie, do you want a lift?
Yeah, go on.
Get up!
Forward,
Tottenham Court Road --
Tottenham Court Road.
Forward Hampstead Road --
Hampstead Road.
Forward Camden High Street --
Camden High Street.
Left, Delancey Street --
Delancey Street.
Right, Parkway.
Right, Albert Street.
Set down on right --
Set down on right.
Leave by right East Hill.
Left, Trinity Road Slip.
Forward Trinity Road --
Trinity Road.
Comply bridge and circus.
Leave by York Road.
Forward past the bridge.
Right, train walk.
Forward, Chelsea embankment,
left onto the road.
Left, Franklin's Road.
Right, Turk's Road.
Leaves by Rice Grove Road.
Second Street East.
Forward, Queenstown Road.
Left, Silver Twine Road.
Forward, North Street.
Stoneland.
Right, Clapham.
Right, Abbeyville Road.
Left, Cavendish Road.
Left, Pinebridge Road.
Right, Clarence Avenue.
Comply roundabout,
Taunton road on left.
It's alright. You're alright.
Let's get you home, yeah?
Oh...
It's alright. It's alright.
Come here, luv. Come here.
It's okay. It's okay.
Come here. Come here.
Let's get you home.
-Completely out of your way.
-I was just on my way back
from a South End airport job.
-You're a very kind man.
-I've got a wife and daughter.
I just hope someone would
do the same for them.
Sophie?
You're back.
Keep it. It looks better on you.
Thank you.
Be lucky, yeah?
Come on.
Back up on the roof.
What is it?
Oh.
Oh, you --
Oh, you...
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
I'm Paul Kelly.
Thank you very much.
Cheers.
Have a nice night.
'Bout time you got there,
isn't it, Sophie?
-Hmm.
-Little duet?
Bet she got some lungs on her.
You know, in 10 years
of being together,
I don't think
I've ever heard her sing.
Believe me, it's for the best.
Aw, thought we said cash.
Did we?
-It's fine.
-See you next month?
It's in the diary.
Cheers, Mark.
Hey, watch your back.
Well done, Paul.
Cheers. Thank you.
Cheers.
Manor House Station
to Gibson Square.
Leave on left green lanes.
Right on Right Highbury Newpark.
Right Saint Paul's Road.
Comply Highbury Corner.
Leave by Opera Street.
Right Barnsbury Street.
Left Milner Square.
Forward Milner fucking bullocks.
Fuck.
-No, keep going.
-Leave by Opera Street.
Right Barnsbury Street.
Left Milner Square.
Forward Milner Place, forward
Gibson Square, sat down --
Oh, bub, you've got it.
You've got it, you've got it.
Shift your butt.
You gotta go.
I do.
Now.
Hello, Maisie.
Good morning!
Good morning, my baby.
-Morning.
-Morning.
-Letter for you.
-Ta.
You would forget your bloody
head if it weren't screwed on.
Love you!
Good luck!
It's not working.
Oh, sorry. I don't know
why it's not working.
Hang on.
Try again for me.
No again.
It's not working.
You know what?
I think I've got enough.
-Thank you.
-Thank you.
-Thank you.
-Thank you.
Right Old Kent Road.
Right Asylum Road.
Left Queen's Road.
Candor Street on left.
Cafe de Paris.
Coventry Street.
-Park Theatre.
-Park Theatre?
Clifton Terrace.
Go on then.
Right Wickham Street.
Right Panton Street.
Right Oxident Street.
Right Coventry Street.
Left Rupert Street.
Right Shaftsbury Avenue.
Uh...
I'm sorry. Uh, sorry.
Can I start again?
Right.
Look to the left.
No, the other left.
Oh.
Me hair all right?
Nan, stop fidgeting.
Oh, that's a good one.
Show us what you got.
There's my favorite one.
Here's my favorite one.
Chop me head off, stick
a cauliflower in its place.
Oh!
did you get my provisions?
Yes, I did.
Quick, hide them in your bag.
Lovely. Oh.
What kind of nan encourages
their granddaughter
to smoke, eh?
Puff-puff behind the bike shed.
Eh?
Ooh.
Don't worry.
I ain't got corona.
Yeah, it wasn't a cough
that carried her off.
It's the coffin
they carried her off in, yeah.
Ooh!
Mm! Mm.
Here she comes --
matron of horror.
Oh, bit soft in the head,
this one.
Nan, have you not heard
of the Australian bushfires?
Thought it was Brazilian.
Nan! You...
Jeanie, lunch is ready.
Just topping up me tan.
Well, I gotta go anyway.
You go.
I love you. Mwah!
I'll see you soon.
All right?
Yeah.
Make it soon, eh?
I will. Promise.
Look, I don't have it for you,
but I will.
You keep saying that. When?
Devon, look, I'll get it to you.
I just -- I had a check
given to me
from a fucking gig last night,
and I have to wait on it
to clear, all right?
Fucking -- a fucking check?
Oh, mate, you're so low,
you know that.
You're so low.
Just give me the money
I gave you as a fucking loan!
Sophie,
your coursework is good.
It's really good.
Your final project
needs to be submitted
by the 16th of July.
16th.
And do I have
to submit it online,
or can I just present it
like that, old-school?
A-Absolutely.
-Yeah?
-Yeah.
Uh, look, Soph,
we're out of time.
Um, so just e-mail me if
you've got any questions, okay?
Will do. Thank you.
-All right. Bye.
-Go on. Catch you later.
Have you been a good girl?
You didn't have that bastard
examiner again, did you?
I passed.
I'm up again in 28 days.
Bubba, you did it!
Uh, hello.
Uh, my name's Paul Kelly.
I'm gonna play a song I wrote
called
"The Girl I Used to Know."
Hope you like it.
I'm gonna play a different song
that's not so depressing.
Uh, you know...
They sent me a note
in the cashbox instructing me
to give you half of what
we took on the door.
I'm only following orders.
Take it or leave it.
A score? That's barely gonna
cover congestion charge.
Well, take it up
at the next AGM.
You know what? Shuffle back
to your fucking cesspit.
Bloody pins!
See a pin and pick it up,
all day long
you'll have good luck.
It's a penny, you mad bastard.
Yes, a penny. Pin.
I'm sorry.
Pet insurance runs out,
and the last thing I want
is Maisie getting
a pin stuck in her paw.
Where are you, you bastard?
Adam and Eve News,
you bastard.
All right.
Great.
What?
When did we get that?
-Two days ago.
-Fucking joking me?
Two days ago?
Why didn't you tell me?
You had stuff going on,
so I'm not gonna tell you, am I?
But you still gotta
fucking tell me
if we're getting kicked out.
-There you go, my darling.
-All right.
-You got it?
-Got it.
-Thanks for this, sis.
-Oh!
I wondered what happened
to all Dad's tools.
You're going on
your holidays, my baby, eh?
I'm sorry she can't stay.
John's funny about dogs
in the house.
You know what? It's fine.
Aunt Viv loves Maisie.
It's a bit of company for her.
Come on, you.
I'll drop her off,
and then I'll go
and get me scooter.
Love you.
God.
He walks just like Dad.
He usually does
two sets, about an hour.
I know, I know. You know what?
The entertainment industry
is taking a real bashing,
ain't it?
Onwards and upwards,
as they say.
Sorry.
Can you, uh, say that again?
Okay. I see.
You're looking
for a tribute act.
All right, no worries.
Thank you.
Bye-bye.
-All right, John?
-Hiya.
Long time no see.
They've got nowhere else to go.
If it is a problem, we can --
It's fine.
Isn't it, John?
Oi! Watch the flamingoes.
What's for dinner?
Nice.
Oh, thank you, Debs.
This is lovely.
It's nothing.
No, thank you.
It's not like you
turned down a drink, Soph.
I just can't believe
what you were paying in rent.
It's almost double our mortgage.
Can't they get
a council place?
-They've got no chance, John.
-No, we are on the list.
There's thousands
on the waiting list
in Camden alone,
but they've knocked down
hundreds of good flats
on the estate,
all for some train to get you
to Birmingham a bit quicker.
No one wans to go to fucking
Birmingham anyway.
Oh. Do you remember
where Joyce lived?
-Yeah.
-You wouldn't recognize it now.
Looks like a bloody war zone.
Ugh, terrible.
They were good flats,
too -- breezeblocks.
And the dug up thousands
of bodies from the church.
-So awful.
-I know. Imagine that.
Rest in peace, my arsehole.
Excuse my French.
If you've not got kids,
you ain't got a hope in hell.
Sorry.
It's fine.
You'll have to tell me what
you do and don't eat, all right?
Did Paul tell you that he passed
his last appearance?
What? No.
Yeah.
He's on his final leg now.
Reckons he might have his badge
by Christmas.
-That's great!
-So how long's it been, then?
Three years?
Took Dad six.
Yeah, but your old man
was a full-time brickie.
And he had to bring you two
up on his tod.
Is that hot enough for you?
-Yeah. It's lovely. Thanks.
-Good.
I don't know why
you're bothering, mate.
Game's dead.
What do you want to go around
learning all those roads for?
That's why we have satnavs,
isn't it?
He's doing it for Dad.
Yeah, well,
he wants to do it for himself.
Anyway, before you wanted
to be a rockstar.
Well, you know what?
It's something to fall back on,
ain't it?
Have you got any more
gigs coming up?
Yeah, a couple.
You want to stick to karaoke,
mate.
He's winding you up
He's winding y'all. Paul!
What?
I was only having a laugh.
Jesus Christ.
Hey!
Hey!
Agh!
Ooh, it's nice.
Oh, darling.
Happy birthday, Nan.
Mwah.
As soon as we get a new place,
you can come and stay with us.
Oh, the old gaff was grotty.
Rock hard, that bed of yours.
I got one more present for you.
There you go.
What on earth is that?
-Don't get too excited.
-All right.
Oh!
Fucking cauliflower?
When you chop your head off.
Oh, duh. Bugger.
You two get together.
Let me take a picture.
Nice.
-Off with her head!
-Oh!
Pair of bloody loons, you two.
-Oh.
-I got it, I got it.
Paul, I thought you
was trying to turn me
into one of them vegans.
Oh, God, no.
to see...
...to see what a silly sod
she's turned out to be.
All right. No tears.
It's your birthday.
I fell down the stairs today.
And baby bumped his head.
Little sister fell right off
the high spare-bedroom bed.
Mother trod on pussy's tail,
and Father's got a cough.
I turned the bathroom tap
full on
and never turned it off.
Cook put sugar in the soup.
And Father didn't like
that much
and said, "She better go!"
You still got it, Nan.
'Course I have!
I taught it to you, didn't I?
I don't think it's open.
We got the right date?
Hello, mate.
We just arrived to set up.
No, I didn't get you message.
Oh, shit.
Oh, mate, I'm so sorry.
No, no. It's fine. Honestly.
All right. Take --
No, no, no, honestly. It's fine.
All right, mate.
Catch you later.
What?
Another business
down the swanny, isn't it?
They should still pay us,
really.
Well, I ain't gonna kick a man
while he's down, am I?
Better get that lot
back in the car, eh?
Fuck's sake.
That money was going towards
the new scooter.
We've definitely
outstayed our welcome.
He is such a brute.
Come into my arms,
you bundle of charms.
Mm.
We could stay at Auntie Jo's.
She has got six cats, though,
hasn't she?
Oh, I'd be scratching me eyes
out all week.
What about your Auntie Viv?
Mnh-mnh.
She don't mind having Maisie,
but not us two.
That's nice.
She does live in a bedsit,
doesn't she?
We need to get out of London.
Clear the head, you know?
I feel, um...
Where if we go to Southend?
Mm.
That's where we first, um...
Rob just moved down there.
We could crash with him.
Get a bit of sea air.
Clear the head, you know?
Your hands are freezing.
Mm!
Shut up, you.
Get off!
I don't know what noises
these things make.
Shh!
Thank you for having us.
You're very welcome, darling.
Thank you.
I'll ring you when we get there,
all right?
-Please do.
-Thank you.
We'll, uh, come and collect
the rest of the stuff
when we got somewhere sorted,
all right?
Okay. Look.
Take that.
It's not much.
Just take it. All right?
-Thanks, sis.
-Okay.
All right.
-See you soon.
-Take care of yourself.
I'll be grand.
Look after yourself, okay?
Okay. Yes.
- Fuck you.
- Fuck you.
Southend, here we come.
Oh-hey-oh-hey.
Oh, yeah.
I remember the fat bloke.
Oh, he was a lunatic.
-He drowned.
-No way.
-In Scotland.
-Wales.
Uh, Wales. Yeah.
God.
So what's happening
with your record deal, then?
Do you still play?
No.
Got myself a proper job.
You know, uh, my mate Keith
will probably sling some work
your way.
I'll give him a tinkle later.
Yeah, that'd be great.
Thanks.
-All right, hon?
-Hi.
Remember Paul?
-How you doing?
-Hi, yeah.
You're looking well.
Your new hair.
Fringe. Thanks.
This is the monster, Bobby.
It's such a good job
he got her looks and not yours.
-Hey.
-I'm Sophie, by the way.
-Lisa.
-Oh, I'm sorry.
I forgot you two haven't met.
Gutted we couldn't make
your wedding, mate.
-Ah, it's no worries.
-You know what?
It was all a little bit
last minute.
We just wanted to do it
before James got too ill.
I was really sorry
to hear about your dad.
Yeah, he was a top bloke.
So how old are you then, mister?
-Six.
-Mm.
-How old are you?
-You never ask a lady her age.
-Lady?
-All right, you git.
-Can I have a quick word?
-Yeah.
I hope my Maisie's okay.
I miss my Maisie Lou.
Oh. This friggin' gearstick
is digging in my forehead.
That's not the gearstick.
What are you doing?
I gotta get
this coursework done.
Fuck's sake!
Oh!
It's all wet.
I thought you fixed the leak.
Oh, fuck.
Is my guitar all right?
You know what?
What is the point?
It was your idea to kip in here
for the night, wasn't it?
Yeah, only because your so-cool
mate wouldn't let us stay.
And we can't afford a hotel,
can we?
He's under the thumb,
isn't he?
You know what?
I'm gonna drive back to London.
Fine.
Come on, Patrick.
Oh, don't do this to me now!
Is it flat?
Bullocks!
Looks like we're
staying in Southend, then.
Do you have any idea
what you're doing?
I have not got a Scooby Doo.
-Mm-mm!
-Are you fucking bullocks?
No, no!
Give me your face.
Let me rub your face.
You all right in there?
Sometimes you just need
a good ol' cry, don't you?
I did run a restaurant in London
for five years.
Well, more of a caf.
But you know what?
Like a lot of small businesses,
they didn't survive the virus,
unfortunately.
How old are you?
-Married?
-Yes.
Look, I'm a grafter.
I'm not gonna let you down.
So what's the pay?
Mm. Minimum wage.
But you know what?
Beggars can't be choosers,
can they?
Oh.
Very well done, miss.
Why, thank you.
Can't believe I'm going to be
30 this year.
It's the same age we lost Mum.
Get much done?
Uh, yeah, but my phone is dead.
You got the charger?
Yes, I do.
There you go.
-Thank you.
-You're welcome.
So, um, could I charge this
behind the bar, please?
We're not really supposed
to do that anymore.
Oh. Uh, please?
We're kinda fucked if we don't.
-All right, give it here.
-Thank you. Cheers.
-I really appreciate it.
-No worries.
Thank you.
I'm gonna go for a big wee.
Yes.
Fuck. Me phone.
Oh, great.
That was our only charger.
But it ain't gonna be
open now, is it?
Wait and go in the morning.
I'm such a fucking eejit.
Oh.
You know what? I must call Viv.
Paul!
Paul, you bloody stink!
I really need to poo as well.
Go outside
and shake yourself.
- Outside?
- Mm!
This is a shit day, am I right?
-Got any bog roll?
-No.
Take a poo bag.
Yeah, I know.
That's what I told him.
Yeah. Sorry to wake you, girl.
She said she gave it
back to you.
No, she fucking didn't.
All right.
Don't shoot the messenger, mate.
Here, listen, um,
I'm a singer/songwriter.
I write some songs and I
play guitar and everything.
Um, there's my card.
If you see anything you like
on the Internet and whatever,
um, I've got a manager, Sophie.
She'll deal with the money
and everything.
-For your playing?
-Yeah.
Yeah, the music normally play
in here for a couple of beers.
Really?
Yeah.
You missed a bit there.
Prick.
You put a knee on the floor
because you don't want
to hurt your back.
This triangle here.
Perfect.
And then we tuck it in
like a burrito.
The opening needs to be away
from the door.
And then you put it there
and in the middle, tuck.
Okay, so we do the other side.
You do it.
Thank you. Cheers.
Thanks. I'll be right now.
I've forgotten again.
Thanks.
I appreciate that.
Give me a high-five.
I know what you've done.
You just saw your man there.
-I was like -- Snap!
-Snap!
-I still got there before you.
-You haven't!
Yes, I did.
Snap a fucking Rooney.
Get the fucking...
-Snap!
-Oh!
Best out of 100, is it?
Oh, snap! Snap, snap!
No, that's too late.
You put it down.
-No. Snap.
-You put it down.
-No, I won it.
-But you put that down.
Can you just let me win it?
You've won all of them.
Okay. You win.
I don't even want to play.
Oh, come on.
All right.
Fine.
I've got something
for you to do.
-Oh?
-Mm-hmm.
-Do you?
-Take them.
Threadneedle Street
to Blackfriars Bridge.
Oof.
Come on.
Oh, look,
stop pressurizing me.
I'm only trying to help.
Mnh-mnh.
Hey, mate.
Keith, is it?
-Rob's mate?
-Yeah.
I'm Paul.
It's nice to meet you.
-How's it going?
-Yeah. Good man. Good.
-Stick that on for me.
-All right. Yeah.
Do a lot of clearing today.
This is your stuff.
-Grand.
-Feeling strong?
Yeah. Buzzing, yeah.
It turned out
she texted the whole group.
Yeah. Everyone saw it.
Yeah. Oh, mate, she had to
apologize to, like,
her uncle and grandfather
and every-- Mate?
-Yeah.
-Make sure you get
all the roots there, yeah,
'cause they'll spread.
-Yeah, all right.
-I don't want to come back here
at six months
and do the same job.
- Fuck that.
- Yeah. So it was...
Yeah, a nightmare.
Here, mate.
Thanks, mate.
I'll pay you the rest
end of the week
when we finish the job, yeah?
Lovely stuff. Right.
Have a good evening.
-Yeah.
-Cheers. See you tomorrow.
So I'm lifting up.
And he's grabbing down.
And, "Come on, chop chop."
Push it up.
Hang on. Sorry.
What's going on?
-Is this your vehicle?
-Yeah.
You don't have any road tax
or insurance on this vehicle?
Officer, I'll sort it,
I promise.
This vehicle shouldn't
be on the road.
Yeah, I understand that,
but Patrick's broken down.
There's also been several
complaints from residents
about antisocial
and suspicious behavior.
Anti-- Are you having a laugh?
Officer,
I know what you're saying,
but just let us
sleep in it tonight.
We'll be towing it away tonight.
Gather what you need
from the vehicle.
Officer, it's --
it's sentimental.
It was her mom's car.
We can make
arrangements for you
to collect it at a later date,
should you so wish.
Check out this place.
They should be able to help you.
-Well done, well done!
-Soph.
Look, once I get paid
for the gardening job,
I'll get Patrick back.
I promise you so.
It's a poxy day center.
There's some B&Bs
in the seafront.
We ain't got enough money.
I don't get paid
till the end of the month.
You always said that car
was a death trap, didn't you?
And anyway, I think
I'd quite like to sleep
under the stars tonight.
Come on.
You all right?
What'd you do to my shoes?
You seen my shoes?
Ugh.
Somebody fucking nicked them.
Me boots. Not these.
Oh, Paul, just put them on.
I'm not putting these on.
I'll look like a fucking...
You haven't touched me boots?
-Mnh-mnh.
-Ugh!
Just put them on.
We've got to find somewhere
to put all this.
Will the hotel not let you
keep it there, no?
Right. Okay. Uh...
You stay here with the stuff.
I'm going to go
and find somewhere.
All right.
Don't be long, though.
-I won't.
-Give us that.
Excuse me,
couldn't borrow your phone
to make a quick call, could I?
It's incoming calls only
and it's just about to die.
Sorry.
Going somewhere hot?
I wish.
Right you are, girl.
-Ah.
-There you go.
Oh, dear.
All right.
Just doing me bit
for the environment.
You can't beat Rosie Lee
in a proper teacup,
I'm telling you.
The trouble with the world today
is tea in a plastic fucking cup.
Oh, you know what? That tea
has gone right through me.
Well, the --
the bogs around here
don't open for another hour.
30 pence for the fucking
privilege as well.
Gone are the days
of spending a penny. Mm.
You go in them's here kettle,
and I'll look
after your stuff.
I will be two minutes.
Thank you.
That's better.
When you gotta go,
you gotta go.
-Yep.
-Right. I'm off.
-Well, thank you for the tea.
-You're welcome.
Here. Spice.
No, I'm all right.
Thank you.
Okay. It's been marvelous
talking to you.
Oh, wait!
Them me husband's boots!
Cheeky bastard.
Take that bag here.
That's got my camera in it.
It's okay. Great.
Careful.
I'm gonna drop.
You ready?
Okay, yeah, yeah.
Not too shabby, eh?
Come on.
Hurry up.
We're gonna be late for work.
Where do you want me?
Do you not like
me dancing shoes, no?
-You dancing?
-You asking?
Here you go, man.
Moonwalk off.
Oh, fuck. Fuck!
How'd you do that?
I never know
how people do that.
Push off the ball,
then lift your heel.
-I'll show you after.
-All right, later.
-Let's get at it, twinkle toes.
-Okay.
Shh! Get under the bed.
Need a hand?
Oh, I'm almost done.
I'm off home then.
Um, see you tomorrow?
Yeah.
-Ciao.
-Ciao.
- Ciao.
- Oh, shut up.
Whoo!
That one.
Are you touching two fingers?
It's hard.
Okay.
I don't know how you've made
that sound like that.
What if I do that?
Ooh.
Okay, keep going there.
And then stretch that one.
Can you put --
Isn't long enough.
Right? Strum there.
That's a G.
You're a nutter.
Yeah, but I'm your nutter,
isn't I?
You're a nutcase.
Mm, numnah.
Nutjob.
Dumb nut.
-Donut.
-Nuh-nuh.
Leave your uniform
and take your stuff.
I promise it won't happen again.
I really need this job.
I'm sorry.
I'll pay you for the days
you've worked.
Don't worry.
It'll be in your bank account
by the end of the month.
Can't you give me cash?
I know, but my overdraft is
just gonna gobble it all up.
You should be lucky I didn't
report you to head office.
All the , loo rolls,
biscuits.
And don't think I don't know
you've been sneaking
your boyfriend in.
Husband, actually.
Stick your bloody job.
Fuck's sake!
-Where does Keith live?
Dunno.
He's a mate of a mate.
Rob, you said
that he was your mate.
That fucker owes me 600 quid.
Hey, watch your language.
Who's at the door?
Hey, Bobby, go inside.
Inside now.
Look, mate, I'm sorry
for swearing, but for f...
I'm bullin', Rob.
Yeah, I can see that.
And I moved down here to get
away from all this drama, yeah?
Your mate of a mate
has fucked me over.
I'm working like an asshole
all week.
You know, mind your necking
and jog on.
Before I lose my temper.
-Really?
-Yeah.
Fucking nice one, Rob.
Cheers.
-There you are.
-Thanks.
-Would you like some fruit?
-Uh, please.
-Yeah?
-Let me get your tea.
Herbal tea or coffee?
Te-- uh, coffee.
Black.
Sugar there.
Help yourself.
Would you like tea,
herbal tea, or coffee?
Uh, could I have
a cup of tea, please?
You certainly can.
Choirs open to everyone, sir.
Everyone's welcome to join.
Paul's a professional singer.
He's got an amazing voice.
Ah, you're blessed?
Well, they meet up
at the church every Thursday.
-What about you?
-No, you're all right.
I got kicked out
of choir at school.
I got kicked out of everything
at school.
I know how you feel.
-Thank you.
-No problem at all.
Have a nice afternoon.
Rosalie, coming right up.
Oh, hello. Can I speak to
Jeanie Binks, please?
It's her granddaughter.
It's Nan.
Nobody told me!
Nobody was there.
She was all by herself and I --
Soph, come on.
Not wine.
10 pence short.
Have you got 10p?
You'll have to put it back.
Oh, I will bring 10p
in the morning.
Look, I promise you, I will
bring 10p in the morning.
If the till's short,
I get fined.
Oh, for fuck's sake!
Sorry. We're going.
It's fine.
Thank you.
Keep the change.
Soph.
We should probably
eat something.
Cold.
Cold chips are the staple diet
of being homeless, I think.
We are not homeless.
We're just temporarily
without walls.
Attractive.
Oh, Soph, grow up, will you?
That's rich coming from you.
Peter fucking Pan.
Wine just turns you
into a fucking maniac.
It ain't the wine.
It's you.
Say what you want.
Don't care.
Oh, here we go, doing his famous
Paul walk-away, eh?
-I'm not walking away.
-You know what?
While you're at it, why don't
you go and learn some of them
runs that you've been doing?
I don't want to
fucking learn any runs.
If I spent more time on my music
rather than doing that shit,
then we wouldn't be
in this position, would we?
Waste of time,
spending fucking evenings
driving around London
learning streets
instead of doing a fucking gig.
I'm a fucking musician.
Wasted fucking time.
I'm gonna fail the knowledge,
so what the fuck do we do?
No one fails the knowledge.
They just give up.
If you have something
to fall back on,
you're gonna fall back on it.
That's how it works.
No one who's successful
ever had a plan "B."
Success is not owned.
Is rented, and the rent
is due every bloody day.
And guess what?
We couldn't even pay ours,
could we?
It's your fault
that I missed Nan's funeral.
What?
Cloth ears,
I said it's your fault
that I missed Nan's funeral.
You're drunk.
Mm. And you're a cunt.
But at least I'll be sober
in the morning, eh?
Sorry, mate. Sorry.
Have you, uh,
have you seen my wife, Sophie?
She was here the other day.
No, no, no, I haven't. Sorry.
Hey, look. Take this.
Thanks.
What the fuck are you doing,
you daft cow?
Come on. I need --
I need your arms. Come on.
Give me your arms.
Got you a rubbish sandwich.
No, thank you.
I don't see why
I need this thing.
You're dehydrated.
Why did you let me drink wine?
Will you get me some
clean clothes, please?
Mm-hmm.
Wait.
-I love you.
-Love you, too.
Hello? Sorry. Excuse me.
Could I just, um...
I've just seen my bag
getting drop--
-Can I help you, sir?
-Yeah, I'm just, uh...
That's my guitar going to skip.
Can I just --
I'm sorry. You can't come in
here. It's private property.
No, no, I don't want to,
like, stay or anything.
Just, um, I left me stuff.
You'd be trespassing,
so I can't let you in.
-I'm ever so sorry.
-Yeah. No. That's fair.
Um, look, me wife's in hospital.
She's not got any clean clothes
or anything.
If I could just get it --
I'm sorry,
but this is private property.
You can just grab it.
It's just there.
Look, it's just --
I can fucking see it.
Fucking hell. Was there really
any need for that?
-It's just there.
-Get lost.
For fuck's sake,
it's just there!
-I can fucking see it!
-We're phoning the police.
Police? The police?
The fucking --
I can fucking see it there!
-We need assistance.
-Please!
I'm begging you, please!
Police are on their way.
I suggest you leave.
Fuck. Please.
I suggest you leave.
Thanks.
I've found you a place
at a local female hostel.
-What is this?
-Don't ask.
Sorry. This is Laura.
She's the hospital support...
Hospital social support adviser.
Sophie's filled me in
on your situation.
I know it's daunting,
but it's not just yourselves
that you need
to think about now.
I haven't told him yet.
Sorry. I-I presumed.
Yeah, well,
never presume anything.
What?
Fuck off.
You're not, are ya?
Are ya?
Are you?
Fucking get in!
Finally a bit
of good fucking news.
Okay, so you've got
three months stay maximum.
Hopefully you'll have found
a permanent place by then.
No alcohol, no drugs,
no pets, no guests.
Oh, no. Hang on.
I don't think I want to stay.
That's ridiculous.
We're a married couple,
for God's sake.
Hey, look, it's fine.
Remember what the woman said
in the hospital?
It's not just us we're looking
after now, is it?
Right. There's a whole rail
of clean clothes there.
Help yourself. Pop your dirty
laundry over there.
And all those undies
are brand-new.
M&S last season.
Get yourself a coat.
You might be lucky at
the All Saints Men's Shelter,
if you get your skates on.
Thanks.
Paul, we need to talk.
-What's he doing here?
-Hello, Becky.
I will have to ask you
to leave now, sir.
See you tomorrow.
-Love you.
-Love you.
Can't wait to see you
in the dress.
-Anyone plaster?
-Me! I do.
Just go down by the arcade.
You go down
the soddin' arcade.
There's dog shit down there,
and it gets all caught up
in my wheels.
Call the police.
Here, lads, lads, stop filming.
Lads, lads, lads, lads.
Come on, stop filming.
Lads, just have
some fucking manners, lads.
Bruv, put some fucking socks on.
You look like a dick.
You all right, man?
Get yourself
off the streets, lad.
You'll end up with
gammy legs like me.
Left Notting Hill Gate.
Led-bury.
Forward Ledbury Road.
Right Honor Oak Park.
Left Honor Oak Road.
Staunton. Staunton. Staunton.
Staunton.
So have either of you
actually tried
to get jobs yourself?
-Yeah, of course we have.
-Yeah.
-Right. And no luck at all.
-No.
No? Have you got any ID?
No, 'cause we lost everything.
-Passport?
-Nope.
-Bank statement.
-Nope.
Mobile phone contract?
Utility bills?
Look, we don't have anything!
If we did, we'd --
Look. See?
That's what we fucking have.
That's it.
For fuck's sake.
I'm sorry.
It-- It's my first day.
I'm still learning myself.
Congratulations.
On the job. It's not
an easy thing to get, so...
Thanks.
Uh, let's get you both
in the system.
Hi. I see in your window that
you're looking for volunteers?
Oh, yes, darling, we're
always looking for new recruits.
Does that work?
The radio?
Uh, yeah.
Good as new, batteries included.
I'm just keeping an eye on, uh,
sticky fingers over there.
It's hard to believe people
would steal from a charity shop.
But when you got nothing,
you're not thinking about
the little Black kids
in Africa, right?
Application form.
Please.
When did charity shops
get so expensive?
When landlords
got so greedy.
I wonder how much goes
to the people that need it?
Your toes are right
in the end there.
Just need to break it in.
-They're a size 9.
-Are they?
-Did you not look at the sizes?
-Well, no.
I was too busy shitting myself
to be thinking of sizes.
I'm just trying to work
out the dates, like...
That France over there,
do you reckon?
No, it's not France.
That's the Thames Estuary.
That's Kent.
Did you know that Southend Pier
is the longest pier
in the world?
Crazy, isn't it?
Hey, what would you be?
About six weeks? Yeah?
Right, put it on.
Come on.
We are roasting.
Let's make a move.
Well, I wouldn't
hang it up on my wall.
If you had a wall.
Aw, what are you doing?
Clothesy.
Oh, fucking hell.
You'll be all
right. Don't worry.
You're such an idiot.
That's sweet.
I like that.
mince pies over there.
What does he think
we're gonna do?
Why do you let them mind you?
'Cause I'm not sitting here
being stared at
like a bloody exhibit.
Oh, yeah.
Hang on.
Oh, Paul, look at your arms.
Fuck. I was only out there
for 10 minutes.
We need to get
some sun lotion.
Right, I give up now.
My hands are rotting.
-Thank you.
-Ugh!
What the fuck are you doing?
I used to steal it from school
for Mum when she was ill.
-Chalk?
-Mm!
Calcium.
Good for your bones.
There's something
fucking wrong with you.
Chalk?
Welcome to my humble abode.
Catch. See that square?
Yeah.
That is my photography studio.
All right. Well, if that's
your photography studio,
then I'm -- oh! --
definitely having
a recording studio.
Would Madam like a shower
or a bath?
Ooh.
I think I will have...
one of them corner tubs
with a Jacuzzi, please.
I fucking like them,
actually, yeah.
Eh...
Oh, lovely. Look at that.
Love it.
-And a peep hole.
-You dirty git.
-Champagne?
-Please.
All right, you got the glasses?
I got the bottle here.
Yee-haw!
Oh, darling, when we are old
You all right?
What's wrong with you?
There's no baby, Paul.
I know.
I only told Laura
at the hospital I was pregnant
'cause I thought
she could help us.
Just when I saw your little face
light up in hospital,
I didn't know how to tell you.
Well, I, uh...
I believed you then, but...
When you didn't want
to talk about it,
I kind of worked it out.
You should have told me.
But I understand why you didn't.
I am sorry.
What if I can never
give you a baby, ever?
Fuck's sake.
I'm with you.
I love you.
Our fucking marriage.
I don't care
if we have a baby or not.
You're enough for me.
But this isn't enough for us,
is it?
So, as much as I hate saying it,
I think we should probably
go back to my sister's.
Even if her husband is a prick.
I'm gonna get
some laboring work tomorrow,
and I'm gonna get us
enough money to get us
tickets back to London.
-What about your back?
-I'll get a day out of it.
I'm gonna stay with you tonight.
Don't be fucking daft.
There's no point in us
both walking around
like zombies, is there?
You get a good kip.
I'll be all right.
Come here.
All right.
Away to bed, you.
See you tomorrow night.
Oh, and if I get enough money,
then maybe we could, uh,
get a dirty kebab.
-Ooh!
-Fucking chips.
Mmm!
See you tomorrow.
Fuck!
Bye!
Let's see.
Yeah, come on.
-Eh.
-Okay.
Here, man, uh,
what time are we finishing?
I'm just thinking about
getting back.
Back to where?
The doorway?
Where are you going,
you little fucker?
Fucking come on!
Ohh.
Ohh!
Fuck!
Wait.
Where the fuck are we?
Where are we? Argh!
Hiya. I'm trying to
find my husband, Paul.
I haven't seen him. Sorry.
Listen, he'll turn up, he will.
Just...have faith.
-Hello?
-Debs, it's Soph.
Finally! Didn't you
get my messages?
Deb, I can't --
-I know --
-He wants to know
when you intend to
pick up the dog.
Deb, Paul's gone missing
and I can't find him.
What? Does he have a ride?
No. I don't know.
I don't know if I put
too much pressure
on him or what.
-I don't know.
-Sophie, where are you?
Debs, my money's
about to run out. Debs!
Fuck!
I'm really sorry to ask,
but you haven't got
any spare change just so
I can make a phone call?
No, sorry.
Fuck.
Hello, police.
How can I help you?
I-I'd like to report
a missing person, please.
Don't ever
touch this stuff.
Don't touch this stuff.
-Okay.
-Look at me.
-Okay.
-Say, "Yes, Daddy."
-Yes, Daddy.
Yes. And next time,
I'll smack you over the face.
-Do you understand? Yeah?
-Yeah. Yeah.
Kids.
Oi!
That's him.
No.
Hello? No?
No.
This is my daughter.
-She's beautiful, isn't she?
-Thank you.
Why don't you go back?
I'd rather die than
go back like this.
What about you?
What about me?
I'm from here.
Things didn't work out...
Sophie.
Sophie, I know
where your baby is.
Where is he?
Dunno, just need to get
you away from them.
You don't want to be hanging
around with those losers.
And I'd put that away
if I were you.
He'll turn up.
They always do.
Listen, I need
to call me wife.
Can I use your phone, please?
Why, babe?
I bet she's proud of you.
I reckon we've done her a favor.
Back to work.
Give you 20 quid for it.
F-F--
Ugh.
Sorry, ladies, you haven't got
any spare change, have you?
-No, sorry.
-No, sorry.
Sorry to bother you,
but you haven't got any
spare change, have you?
-I'm just --
-Sorry.
It's all right. Thank you.
Um, I'm really sorry, but
my husband's missing and --
Sorry, I'm so sorry.
Where did they take you?
Huh?
When you go outside,
you go with a man.
Where did the man go?
I work. I work.
You work doing what?
I-I build a house.
You -- You must --
Shh.
And then you go out, understand?
Yeah, okay.
Yeah. Thanks, bye.
Rob's not heard from him.
Do you think there might be
someone else?
-I've got to go.
Excuse me,
I'm sorry to bother you,
but I'm trying to
find my husband.
I haven't seen him anywhere.
Have you?
-No. Sorry.
-You're sure?
Sorry.
Excuse me.
I'm trying to find my husband.
He hasn't been here
or had a drink in here?
I recognize him.
Not for a while, though.
How much is a house white?
-What size?
-Small.
-3.40.
-Can I get one, please?
Yeah.
-Yeah, okay.
-Thank you.
This is a cashless bar.
Yeah, but cash is king.
Not anymore.
You've not got a card?
No. Don't worry. Thank you.
For you, Nana Kings.
Hey.
Let's see how fucking brave
you are now, shall we?
Sophie, do you want a lift?
Yeah, go on.
Get up!
Forward,
Tottenham Court Road --
Tottenham Court Road.
Forward Hampstead Road --
Hampstead Road.
Forward Camden High Street --
Camden High Street.
Left, Delancey Street --
Delancey Street.
Right, Parkway.
Right, Albert Street.
Set down on right --
Set down on right.
Leave by right East Hill.
Left, Trinity Road Slip.
Forward Trinity Road --
Trinity Road.
Comply bridge and circus.
Leave by York Road.
Forward past the bridge.
Right, train walk.
Forward, Chelsea embankment,
left onto the road.
Left, Franklin's Road.
Right, Turk's Road.
Leaves by Rice Grove Road.
Second Street East.
Forward, Queenstown Road.
Left, Silver Twine Road.
Forward, North Street.
Stoneland.
Right, Clapham.
Right, Abbeyville Road.
Left, Cavendish Road.
Left, Pinebridge Road.
Right, Clarence Avenue.
Comply roundabout,
Taunton road on left.
It's alright. You're alright.
Let's get you home, yeah?
Oh...
It's alright. It's alright.
Come here, luv. Come here.
It's okay. It's okay.
Come here. Come here.
Let's get you home.
-Completely out of your way.
-I was just on my way back
from a South End airport job.
-You're a very kind man.
-I've got a wife and daughter.
I just hope someone would
do the same for them.
Sophie?
You're back.
Keep it. It looks better on you.
Thank you.
Be lucky, yeah?
Come on.
Back up on the roof.
What is it?
Oh.
Oh, you --
Oh, you...
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.