The Be All and End All (2009) Movie Script
The bastard.
He's gonna get his end away.
She's fit, as well.
What's that wanker got
that I haven't?
You mean besides
his hand on her tits?
D'you think he brought a condom?
Probably the last thing
on his mind, Rob.
Best help him out then, eh?
You ready?
Get them!
Oh, won't you tell me
what I do with my days?
Oh, won't you tell me
what I do with my days?
Tell me
Oh, tell me
Oh, tell me,
oh, tell me, yeah
Oh, won't you tell me
how to sign on the line?
Oh, won't you tell me
how to sign on the line?
Tell me
Oh, tell me
Oh, tell me,
oh, tell me, yeah
If I don't get sex,
nobody gets sex.
Next year, Zig, we'll be 16.
Let's go somewhere decent.
We can go on an 18-30 holiday.
We're bound to get a shag there.
18-30 holiday?
Where am I gonna get the money
for an 18-30 holiday for?
I can't even afford a
new pair of trainees.
You're all self, self, self.
What about what I want?
- Yeah, we all know what you want.
- I want a drink in the club.
You mean let's
go and see Sophie.
Ah, Sophie, the
girl of my dreams.
Yeah, your wet dreams.
Oh, oh, Rob, oh!
Hey, gorgeous.
Want a wig?
I'll be back in two minutes.
Hear that?
She called me gorgeous.
She calls everyone that, even your dad.
You don't think she fancies...
Alright, lads?
- What happened to the beach party then?
- You know, it was boring.
- What?
- It was boring.
Boring! I don't know what's wrong with
you young people. We never had boring.
Anyway... Hey, love!
Two Cokes, love!
Dad, buy us a beer.
What, and have your
mam like that all night? No.
It's our last night.
One little beer's not gonna hurt.
It's not gonna hurt because
it's not gonna happen.
Thanks, lovely. Now do
you want these Cokes or not?
Yes, please, Mr. Wallace.
Okay. Well, if you need anything,
we're over there, alright?
Enjoy yourselves.
- Why does he do that?
- Don't fucking ask me.
Soph, stick something in these
fucking Cokes before I kill myself.
You got any ID, lads?
- What?
- What?
I'll meet you round the back
in five minutes, yeah?
- Are they alright?
- They're just having a Coke.
- Are they coming back?
- Yeah.
She's gorgeous,
and she's funny and...
She's probably shagging a
big lad with a car and a job.
Shut up. I can
pass for 18. Sort of.
- You can't even buy a drink at the bar.
- I look older than you, baldy bollocks.
You two, guess what I
have behind my back.
Ta-dah!
Oh, Sophie, you're a star.
Cheers, mate.
I can't believe we
have to go tomorrow.
I wish we had more time.
Why? What d'you
think you're gonna miss?
You.
Oh!
That's so sweet.
No, look, just...
Not right now, yeah? Just...
But, Soph, it's my last night.
Maybe I could visit you at uni.
You could show me the big city.
Yeah, yeah. Maybe.
Look, I've got to go.
But I'll be finished by one if you
want to meet me by my caravan.
Yeah, okay, that would be great.
Look, I've got to go.
See you later.
Fucking hell, have we got any of
them condoms left or what, lad?
Ta. We're Dead Cowboys.
Fuck off quietly.
She wants to meet you.
Doesn't mean you're getting a shag.
I'm telling you, it's a dead cert.
We've been meeting all week.
She says I'm very mature
and everything.
Hmm!
I'm serious, lad.
We talk about stuff, you know,
like why we're here and all that.
We're here because your mum and dad
take us here every fucking year.
Not here, you twat.
Here.
Rob...
I never knew you were so deep.
- I think I fancy you now.
- Piss off, Ziggy.
Look, lad, she thought
you was a nice kid.
Alright to have a
chat with and that,
maybe a little kiss,
but that's it.
Fuck off, Ziggy.
You dirty twat!
Fucking hell...
I don't know what came over me.
I do.
You're a fucking lightweight.
No, I was fine and then it
just fucking hit us like a brick.
Alright. Come on.
Turn it off before
your dad sees us.
Get the door handle.
- Don't!
- Shh!
I don't need to ask if you two
have been drinking, do I?
You're a disgrace,
the pair of you.
We'll talk about this tomorrow.
Now, you,
get to bed before
your mother sees you.
Right.
Nice.
Did you give him
anything to drink?
Hiya, Soph.
Ziggy, what are you doing here?
Where's Robbie?
He's being sick all over the place.
He's not coming.
I shouldn't have
given you that vodka.
Yeah, well, he says he's sorry.
This is his email in case
you want to keep in touch.
Oh. Thanks, Zig.
So, erm...
what are you gonna do now?
I dunno. Just hang
out here, I guess.
You don't have to.
Erm, I mean, be alone.
Erm, I'm feeling okay.
We could always...
It's alright, Zig.
I think you'd best go home.
Listen, just...
tell Robbie...
I don't know, just not to
drink as much next time.
It's bad for his aura.
See you later, Zig.
See you.
How are you feeling?
I feel like shite.
That vodka must have been off.
Vodka doesn't go off.
And besides, there's
nothing wrong with me.
Ziggy, leave him.
The best way for him
to learn is to suffer.
- Alright?
- Yeah. She's nice, her.
Yeah, she is nice.
Dad, I really don't feel right.
Robbie, not again.
Did you put the
toilet roll in here?
No. I was dealing
with other things.
As quick as you can, Robert.
I did say put some toilet roll
in here. I knew. I knew.
- I was doing something else.
- Yeah, like what?
- Mr. Wallace, it's Robbie.
- More drama.
- Oh, Jesus!
- Rob! Rob!
Rob, look at me.
Rob, wake up. What's happened?
- Rob.
- Wake up!
- Robbie?
- Robert? Robert?
Robert? Get on the phone.
Get an ambulance. Quickly.
Ziggy...
come on.
Is Rob gonna be alright?
Can I go and see him?
It's not serious, is it?
- Where are we going?
- For Christ's sake, Ziggy!
Shut up!
When I know something,
you'll know something.
Alright? Until then, stop
talking about it. Please!
I'm taking you home.
Sorry for shouting, Ziggy son,
but you can't see him.
We don't know
what's wrong with him,
but they're gonna do some
more tests so we'll know more.
Can I see him later on?
They're gonna transfer
him up to Liverpool.
So, I'm sure you'll be able
to see him tomorrow.
Thanks for the holiday,
Mr. Wallace.
I really appreciate it.
Hey!
You're a bit late.
Everything alright?
Not really.
- What's the matter?
- I'm starving.
- Is there anything to eat?
- Sure. C'mon.
And yes, I missed you, too.
There you go.
I'm sure he'll be fine, Ziggy.
So did you...
did you have a good time
before all that?
Well?
Come on.
What did you do?
What did you see?
Like blood from a stone.
Can I help you, son?
Yeah. I'm looking
for Robbie Wallace
but I think I'm in
the wrong ward.
- Are you family?
- No, I'm his mate. Ziggy.
What? Like in Stardust.
No.
As in Marley, alright?
Shame. I prefer Bowie.
He's in there.
Thank you.
- Bastard!
- You look so sweet.
It's the only gowns they've got.
Delete that now, you knob.
And turn it off.
- I'm not allowed one. Neither are you.
- Alright, alright.
Why are you in the
kiddies' ward, anyway?
Cos I'm not 16 yet.
Probably think I'll get molested
by some old paedo.
- Oh, yeah. I brought you some grapes.
- Why?
That's what you do when
people are in hospital. Durr!
They're a bit messy but...
So what's wrong with you?
Every time I ask,
they say they don't know yet.
But how do you feel?
Remember when we lost to
Man United in the semi-finals?
That bad?
Maybe not that bad. But close.
Shit.
I thought you were faking.
I'm sure this is where my mum
used to bring all my old toys and stuff.
Hey, you kid, that's his
fucking Action Man!
You're evil, you.
I wonder if I'll be
getting a bed bath.
I bet the nurses are dead fit.
Oi!
Try and remember
that you're in a hospital.
And there's little kids out here
and some of them are very sick.
- Sorry.
- Sorry.
How are you feeling?
A bit tired and my head
hurts a bit, but I'm okay.
Well, I'll try and sort
you out a proper gown.
Then we can get these
curtains open, can't we?
That'd be great.
Thanks, Nurse.
And you can call me Tina.
Typical, eh? I get the
big old dykey nurse.
- Robert Wallace?
- Yes.
Alright, Robbie?
Would you mind waiting
outside, young man?
Yeah. Rob, I'll be off.
You've only just got here.
Yeah, I know.
But I'll see you tomorrow.
Alright, mate.
Thanks for the grapes.
Right.
Let's take a look
at you, shall we?
- Ziggy, son.
- Alright?
We'd...
better get in to see him.
Mum! A bit of privacy
too much to ask for?
Any more privacy
and you'll go blind.
Your uniform's in there
so hang them up, yeah?
If you're bored while Robbie's
laid up, we could do something.
Yeah, thanks, Mum.
I'll let you know.
Okay.
So how do you not
know what you've got yet?
I'm telling you,
it's in them notes.
What is?
The fucking thing.
Whatever's wrong with us.
They were looking at the notes. And I heard
'em saying it's definitely a something.
Why don't you ask your mum?
All she ever says is,
"Everything will be alright.
You're gonna be just fine."
So what are you worried about?
If everything was alright,
they'd tell us what was wrong. Right?
I suppose.
So what now?
You're gonna steal them notes.
What, me?
How?
They'll notice straight away.
No. I've worked it out.
Whatever it is,
I'm not doing it.
- You've got to.
- Why?
Because, you divvy,
I can't, can I?
Well, I'm still not.
- Are you gonna do it, then?
- Yes.
Yes, and how can
I help you, Ziggy?
It's Robbie, he feels sick,
like he's gonna throw up.
Do you feel that bad?
Let's have a look.
Where does it hurt?
- Here?
- No, it's lower.
- Here?
- Lower?
- Bit lower.
- Lower?
- Lower.
- There?
- Lower.
- There?
Lower?
- Oh, really!
- Nurse!
Hang on.
Mr. Philips?
Mrs. Wallace.
- Hiya, love.
- Hiya, Mum.
- How are you?
- Alright.
Hiya, Mum.
Hey, Ziggy.
What are you doing here?
Not out and about enjoying
your last day of freedom?
I am. I've just come to check
something on the internet.
Okay.
- Mum?
- Hm-hmm?
Why do you think they haven't told
Robbie what's wrong with him yet?
I don't know.
Haven't they?
Maybe they don't even know yet.
But if they did...
why wouldn't they tell him?
You're really worried
about him, aren't you?
Not really.
Well...
Robbie's a young lad.
Maybe they think he'll get
better quicker if he doesn't know.
Stop him worrying.
If it was me...
would you tell me?
Ziggy, I don't even want to think
about that, thank you very much.
He's going to be fine.
Okay.
No!
Hello, kids!
Come on, what
did you find out?
- Nothing.
- What do you mean, nothing?
Oh.
What do you mean, nothing?
I kind of ballsed it up.
Fucking hell, you're useless.
Are you serious?
Yeah. I took the wrong thing.
Sorry.
- Did your mum and dad say anything?
- They just looked miserable.
But that's how
they normally look.
Tell you what, Ziggy lad,
I've been thinking
about the summer.
What about Faliraki?
- Fali-what?
- Faliraki. It's in Corfu.
It's where all the lasses go.
It's wall to wall fanny.
Oh.
What do you reckon?
Yeah, wherever.
You and me, Ziggy lad, we'll be
shagging morning, noon and night.
Maybe. We'll see.
There you go again,
pissing on me chips.
- What's wrong now?
- Nothing.
I'll go on my own
if you don't want to go.
- It's not that, lad.
- What is it then?
Come on, Ziggy lad, it'll
be great. We'll get jobs, like.
Save up enough cash to
do things in a bit of style.
- Get the six-pack in shape.
- Shut up, will you?
- What?
- Can we talk about something else?
What is the matter?
Fuck off!
What's the matter, Ziggy lad?
Are you crying?
For fuck's sake, Rob,
you're dying!
It was in your notes.
Cardiomyopathy.
It's your heart.
That's why they're not
telling you, cos you're dying.
- You're lying.
- I'm not, I swear.
- You're a fucking liar.
- No, I wouldn't do that.
- Fucking liar. Get out.
- Why would I lie? You're my best mate.
I don't know and I don't care.
Just get out. Just go. Piss off!
Ziggy?
Ziggy?
Have you ever held something
Until your hands were aching
And then let it go
and watched it fall
And listened to it breaking?
I have held back
time and tide
When all the
world was plenty
And now my
hands are open wide
Open wide and empty
For every breath
that leaves me now
Robert?
Robert?
Let's just leave
him for a while.
Come on, Rob.
Come on, Rob. Your dad's
here as well. Come on.
Robert?
Let's just leave him.
Leave him for a while.
He can't stay
underneath there forever.
"I've seen his topsails
with these eyes, off Trinidad,
and the cowardly son of a
rum-puncheon that I sailed with
put back, put back, sir,
into Port of Spain."
Do you know how
much trouble you're in?
What you did
was totally irresponsible.
You broke about a
hundred privacy laws,
not to mention putting
my arse in the fire.
What was I supposed to do?
I know he put you up to it.
I think he had the right to know.
And for what it's worth,
I think you did the right thing.
But...
you went about it the wrong way.
It didn't feel like
the right thing.
Have you ever held something
Until your hands were aching
And then let it go
and watched it fall
And listened to it...
Robert, son, there's
a lady here. Vanessa.
She's from the
Happy Moments Trust.
And she helps
children, you know,
like you...
do things or go places.
Hi, Robert,
or do your friends
call you Robbie,
like Robbie Williams?
He's very popular, isn't he?
Well, Robbie,
boys like you are very...
special.
And what we try to do here
is try and make your
wishes come true.
So if there's anything you've ever wanted,
anything you have ever dreamed of,
then we're here to help do it.
For example, if you'd
like to go to Disneyland,
then we can try and
arrange that for you.
Would you like to go
to Disneyland, Robbie?
Hmm?
Or maybe meet a pop star
or a footballer?
Someone from Liverpool
or Everton perhaps?
They're always
very accommodating.
Well, the Liverpool players always
seem to want to talk to me, anyway.
Those are just a
few suggestions.
Other people have
their own ideas.
Maybe you could tell me
what you want.
Hmm?
Is there anything special
you'd like to do, Robbie?
I want a fuck.
I'm sorry, I couldn't
quite catch that.
I want a fuck.
Robert, we can't hear you. You'll have
to come from underneath the bedclothes.
There is something I want!
I want a fuck!
- Robert!
- What? I don't want to die a virgin.
I just want one shag before I go.
Can you sort that out?
How dare you speak to this nice
lady like that? You apologise right away.
There's always
Sir Cliff Richard.
He's very popular and always
ready with a cheery song.
But I hate Robbie Williams
and couldn't give a fuck about...
You both have
a lot to talk about.
Why don't I leave you both to it and you
can let me know when you've decided, okay?
Shut up!
- Evening.
- Evening.
Rob, I saw your performance.
It was magic.
- The look on my mam's face.
- I know. "I want a fuck!"
So, erm...
How do you feel
about, you know?
Dying?
Go on, you can say it.
I don't want to talk about it.
Okay. That's fine.
I mean it, though.
Don't worry,
I won't mention it again.
I'm not talking about that.
I'm talking about sex.
I don't want to die a virgin.
You can't let me die a virgin.
What are you saying, Rob?
I mean...
we're best mates an' all
and you're dying, but...
there's limits, you know.
No, you knob. Like your hairy arse
would be my last wish.
Well, what then?
You've got to get
a girl to shag me.
- What? Me?
- Yeah, you.
- No way!
- Yes, fucking way.
How else am I gonna do it?
Come on, Ziggy lad.
If it was you in here, I'd do it.
I wouldn't let you go
without having a taste.
But I'm not good at that sort of thing,
you know I'm not. I mean...
What am I gonna say?
- You'll think of something.
- I won't. I'll just look like a twat.
So what's new?
C'mon, Ziggy lad.
Please, mate, for me.
What about Karen Blackwell?
Everybody's always saying how she
sucked off Toddy on the bus that time.
Fuck off! She's minging.
She'd crush us to death.
Yeah, but she'd
probably do it for a pie.
And she's got huge titties.
Next.
Debbie?
Debbie Richards? Too insane.
Did you see the state of
Joss's face after she bit him?
- No, Little Debbie.
- You alright?
If I wanted sex with
an Oompa-Loompa,
I'd send you to wherever the
little orange fuckers come from.
Next.
Here we go.
Cheryl Hanwell. Now she's hot.
Yeah, right. Like I want Cheryl Hanwell
to know I'm a virgin.
She's got a mouth
like the Mersey.
- He's shagging his sister.
- Oh, my God!
I know. Dirty bastard!
Might as well write it in
six-foot letters across the yard.
Have you tried Catherine Holmes yet?
She's gorgeous.
She'll never do it, Rob.
Her dad's a vicar.
You alright, Zig?
You're rubbish at this.
I'll tell you who's number
one on my list:
Lorna Patterson.
Lorna?
You're joking, mate.
She's a sixth-former.
She's well out of your league.
Well, you know what they say:
Who dares wins.
You what?
You cheeky little bastard!
Must be the way you're asking.
How's it my fault?
I'm asking as nice as I can.
Yeah, well, don't fuck it up
by looking all creepy.
Who's left to ask?
Just Kirsty.
Great.
Kirsty?
Kirsty!
What the fuck do you want?
Can I have a word,
in private, like?
Ooh! Sigmund!
It's dead serious.
It's important.
Come on then,
you little pervert.
What do you think I am,
a fucking whore? You freak!
Hit him in the nuts!
Lay into him, Little Debbie!
What happened to you, then?
I don't want to talk about it.
Solving simultaneous equations
using graphs is very easy.
What I want you to do first of all
is draw the line of the equation.
The point where the
lines cross is the solution.
The equations can be linear
which means that they'll be straight lines.
Alright, we're going to have
a look at the examples.
Kirsty...
look...
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean any harm. Really.
Yeah, well, I don't want
no one thinking I'm a slag.
But I've been having
a think about it,
and I'll do it.
If you tell anyone about this,
I'll tear your arms off.
I know, don't worry.
I'm only doing it because
he's dying. Poor bastard.
He is dying, isn't he?
- Of course. Why would I make that up?
- Yeah, well, he'd better be.
You know, I'm gonna
be a social worker.
- So this is like training, really.
- Yeah, in a way.
Hold on.
You never said it was
on a children's ward.
How can we do it in front
of all them kiddies?
We'll just draw the curtain
around the bed.
I'll stand guard.
No one will see.
It's always dead noisy
with the kids an' all anyway.
Alright.
Don't worry. No one will know.
- Just give me a minute to get him ready.
- Okay.
Who's that?
She's with Ziggy.
Oh, is she?
What's up, Zig?
Lad, I've done it.
She's come. Kirsty.
Come? What for?
For a shag, you moron,
what do you think?
Shit! She's here now?
Fuck, I haven't had a bath or anything.
- Hey, Robbie.
- Hiya, Kirsty.
Sorry to hear about...
- you know...
- Yeah.
I'll draw the curtains
and leave you to it.
- No, fucking wait. Hold on a minute.
- Come on, Robbie lad.
Yeah, come on. I'm in a hurry.
I'm babysitting tonight.
Dazza's bringing
some vodka round.
Well, you got everything, yeah?
And be quiet.
What's going on?
Nothing.
Then why are you out here
and that curtain's drawn?
- He's doing something.
- What?
Having a dump.
No, he's not.
No!
I can't do it, Ziggy,
I just can't.
- What happened?
- I don't want to do it.
I just can't.
Seeing him lying in that bed
with the mask an' all.
He's dying.
I never knew anybody
that died before.
I just can't do it,
not when he's dying!
Alright, keep your voice down.
I've got to go.
I've got baby-sitting.
Thanks, anyway.
Hang on a minute.
I can give him a quick wank
if you want.
Nah, you're alright.
Cheers, though.
What the fuck was
that supposed to be?
- Didn't go too well?
- No! Whose fault's that?
- Well, it's not mine.
- Course it was your fault.
Rob. I didn't know
she'd bottle it, did I?
Well, maybe if I'd had time to prepare myself,
I might have had a better chance.
She said she was free.
What was I meant to do?
Check your fucking diary?
Yeah, you're just gonna have to find
someone else now, aren't ya?
There isn't anyone else.
- You don't understand, Zig. I'm fucking dying.
- I know.
I'm 15, for fuck's sake. Zig.
15! I don't wanna fucking die.
I don't wanna fucking die, Ziggy!
- Alright!
- I don't wanna fucking die, Ziggy!
- I don't wanna fucking die.
- Nurse! Nurse!
- I'm not fucking dying!
- Rob! Calm down!
- Ziggy, sort him out!
- Calm down!
- I don't wanna fucking die!
- Nurse!
Happy birthday.
Come on, birthday boy,
up you get.
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday, dear Sigmund
Happy birthday to you
Mum, I told you
not to call me that.
Hey, come on, it's your name.
I gave that to you 16 years ago now.
Happy birthday, sweetheart.
Here. Go on.
Go on.
Wow! Who gave you that?
Nanna.
She can't afford 60 quid.
Ah, well, she doesn't
get to see you that often.
- I'll put it towards some new trainees.
- Hmm. Yeah.
Here...
open my present.
Aye!
You're gonna need that soon.
Sooner than you think.
You're a young man now.
It's a good one.
Yeah, I can see that.
Thanks, Mum.
Cool.
Right, well, I'll leave you to
open the rest of your cards.
And don't be late for school.
Birthday or no birthday, okay?
Nothing from my dad, then?
No...
just what's there.
Happy birthday, Sigmund.
Liverpool are
better than Everton.
We won the European
Cup five times.
- We won it twice.
- Twice. That's it.
D'you think my dad
knows it's my birthday?
I don't know, Zig.
He's not here to ask, is he?
Well, if he was here...
then he'd obviously know,
wouldn't he?
Yeah, alright. Don't be smart.
I don't know why you keep
harping on about him, anyway.
A leopard doesn't
change its spots.
He didn't care about us
when he walked out.
Even after I moved all the way
down here, and he doesn't care now.
Look, tell you what...
we'll have a wee birthday spliff
when we get home, yeah?
Sorry about yesterday, mate.
It was my birthday.
Oh yeah, happy birthday.
Did you have a good day?
It was alright.
So you can shag legally now,
but you can't buy a jazz mag.
Congratulations.
Rob...
if you want me to buy you
a magazine, mate, just say, you know.
Yeah, right, like I get enough privacy for
a decent wank with all them kids around.
No, you're alright, mate.
I'll save it all up for the lucky lass.
- You haven't given up then?
- Fuck, no.
- Fuck, no!
- What?
My porn! My mam's gonna
find all my porn on my computer.
And my DVDs.
She'll kill us!
Fuck, she'll think
I'm a right little perv.
I said you could take him out
for some fresh air, not a crafty fag.
The way I feel, you're lucky
I'm not sucking on a crack pipe.
Alright, back inside.
You've got to get
rid of that porn.
- Hello, Ziggy.
- Mrs. Wallace.
What is it?
Robbie told me to come
and check his emails and that.
But I need to use
his computer to do it.
You'd better come in then.
Here we are on "Women's Health".
We're talking about
the menopause.
And that conversation...
Oh, that's wrong.
...very much part of the pleasure of life
and some believe your spirituality. And...
And more began to question women
about what they really thought...
You dirty bastard!
So why is the
vagina still taboo?
Oh, that's not right!
But that is.
Many thanks for coming into
the studio. Alex and Delaney...
Jesus!
I've brought you a cup of tea.
And a slice of cake.
It's Battenberg.
Robbie's favourite.
Yeah...
mine as well.
I'll be off then.
Oh. See you.
Thanks for the cake.
What a poxy day I've had.
Never mind that.
Did you get it done?
Course. No bother.
Now look at this.
"Dogging disgrace
at local beauty spot."
Not that, you dick, the ads.
"Discreet massage...
in enjoyable surroundings."
"Liverpool's finest salon,
staffed by the most beautiful girls."
- You're not serious, are you?
- Course I am. Look where it is.
Ten minutes away. We'll be there and
back before they even know we've gone.
We haven't got that kind of money.
How much is it?
How much do you get
for your birthday?
60 notes.
No.
No fucking way!
That's for my new trainees.
These ones are shagged.
- You can have mine when I'm dead.
- Rob!
I was only saying.
Alright, I'll bring
the money in.
Right, are we ready?
Look, somebody's
bound to have seen us.
Ziggy, nobody knows who we are.
The hospital's massive. Let's go.
- But they'll miss you.
- Do you, for fuck's sake, stop worrying.
We'll be there and back before
they even know we've gone.
Nobody will know any different.
Come on, let's go then!
Are they bouncers?
You know what I thought
about being a bouncer once.
Yeah. And a fireman
and a footballer
and a skateboarder.
What d'you want to be now?
I just want to be older.
Okay.
This is it.
This is it.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
What are you doing?
Taking you in,
what d'you think?
Bollocks.
I'm not getting wheeled
into there like a cripple.
Get me out of this
chair and I'll walk.
Money.
Good luck, mate.
Enjoy it.
Alright, love?
Shit!
Immigration!
Get off!
Get off me! Get off!
Shit!
- Get off me!
- Calm down!
I've done nothing!
Where is he?
Oh, his mate's just taken
him for a constitutional.
I tell you what, why don't
you nip down to the canteen,
grab a cup of coffee
and wait for him?
Shouldn't he have
his oxygen with him?
Oh no, he'll be fine, so long
as he doesn't exert himself.
- What the fuck's happening?
- The police have just turned up.
- Fuck, that'll do. A trolley.
- No fucking way.
- Hey!
- Get off me!
Let him go!
- Where are your clothes?
- Oh, I don't fucking know. Just get out of here!
Put that around you.
So go on, tell us what happened.
Nothing. Fucking nothing.
She was gorgeous, an' all.
Big tits and everything.
Why couldn't they
come 20 minutes later?
Did you give her the money?
- Yeah, when I went in.
- So all my fucking money's gone?
- And my clothes and my trainers.
- My fucking trainees!
Fucking hell, just get us back before
the dykey nurse finds out. Fuck's sake!
Fucking hell, Robbie!
Oh, fucking hell, Ziggy!
You're heavy.
Fucking hell.
You have to lose some weight.
Lose weight? Fucking hell,
I'm dying, Ziggy.
That's the last thing
I wanna fucking do.
You fatty.
You think I give a shit?
Busy, was it?
The canteen?
- Not especially, no.
- Good.
Cos I'm on my break soon.
I don't suppose you noticed
what the specials were, did you?
No, we didn't.
They make a
great shepherd's pie.
Keith Richards
likes shepherd's pie.
Great aficionado.
Remember him from
the Rolling Stones?
Nurse, if you don't mind,
I really need to see my son.
Hello, love.
How are you? Hm?
So-so. Alright.
It's no wonder you've
pulled your drip out again.
- Rob, I'll get off. Leave you to it.
- Alright, mate.
- Right. I'll just get a fresh needle.
- Thanks, Nurse.
How are you doing?
Oi! Stop right there!
Where the hell have you been?
- Just out for a bit of fresh air.
- Out where?
- Out and about. Not far.
- Are you mad?
Do you have any idea
what could have happened?
Do you know how irresponsible
it is to take Robbie off the ward?
Why do you think
he's in here, eh?
This isn't a game.
He's very sick.
I know, but it was important.
Important enough
to put his life at risk?
Yeah.
Well, it better had have been.
Mum, it's knock and wait,
not knock and walk in.
Why? What could I possibly
see that I haven't seen before?
- I thought you were getting new trainers.
- I am.
I'm getting a last
wear out of these.
That's not like you.
Anyway, come on.
Tea, biccies and bed.
Don't panic.
He's only in cardiology.
Can you read me a story please?
My eyes hurt.
What, me?
What do you want me to read?
Redwall?
Isn't that about all the animals
that can talk and fight and that?
You can start now.
What's the matter?
Can't you read?
- Is that a library book?
- What does it look like?
Look inside the cover.
What does it say, Mum?
- Where did you get this?
- What does it say, Mum?
I'll tell you, shall I?
"To Ziggy. Happy 10th Birthday.
Lots of love, Dad."
The same birthdate as mine.
What a coincidence that is, eh Mum!
A lad with the same name. Same birthday.
Gets a present from his dad.
Can't be me, can it, Mum?
It can't be my dad sending me presents
because he walked out on us, didn't he, Mum?
Never so much as sent a card, never wanted
to see us. Can't be him, can it, Mum?
Alright, alright.
It's from your dad, okay?
But can we please
talk about this at home?
- No. Where does he live?
- What?
Where does my dad live?
- I don't know.
- Liar.
Sigmund, please.
Where?
I don't know.
New Brighton on the Wirral, I think.
But I don't know.
He moves around a lot.
Ziggy, I can explain.
This is not what it seems like.
Whatever I've done, he's still
the arsehole who walked out on us.
Yeah.
And you're still a fucking liar!
Zig, where did you get to?
What's up with you?
I just found out my mum's
been lying about my dad.
They all lie, Ziggy.
All of them.
Turns out he
lives on the Wirral.
That's not so bad.
You going to see him, then?
Dunno. Maybe.
Ziggy, you know, I've been
thinking about getting laid and all that.
And I thought of another plan.
For fuck's sake!
Can we not talk about
your cock just once?
Fuck off. I was just gonna
tell you my new plan.
No!
I'm sick of you
telling us what to do.
I don't have to do fuck all!
I'm sick of running around
trying to get you laid.
Trying and fucking it up.
Yeah, that's right.
Whatever I do always goes wrong.
Why not try getting
it right for a change?
- I've got my own shit to worry about.
- In case you forget, I am the one dying here.
Yeah, don't we all know it?
What's that supposed to mean?
You know fine well.
I thought we were
supposed to be mates.
So did I.
Don't stay on my account.
Go and piss off!
- Fuck you!
- Yeah, well, fuck you too!
Hello, can I help?
You don't know a bloke
called Geoff Cavanagh, do you?
Geoff Cavanagh?
It's at the bottom of this road.
And it's on the right-hand side.
If memory serves,
he lives in number 13.
Okay?
Geoff Cavanagh?
Gerry Cavanagh, that's me.
I don't know any Geoff.
Sorry. I've got the wrong house.
Take care, now, alright?
Where have you been?
I've been worried sick.
- I stayed at my mate's.
- What...?
Ziggy, I'm really sorry.
Mum...
can we not talk
about that right now?
Are you sure?
- We should talk.
- Yeah...
just not now.
Guess what.
I found some photographs.
You and Robbie.
I thought they might help.
Cheer him up.
I've put them on
your bedside table.
Hmm?
Rob.
Rob.
Robbie!
Ziggy! What the fuck?
Ssh!
I've just come to say I'm sorry.
What are you on about?
I'm gonna do it.
I'm gonna get you a shag.
No, Zig, it's alright.
No.
You were right. You're my best mate
and you're going out with a bang.
No, Zig. I'm serious.
I'm sick of it.
Sex isn't the
be-all and end-all.
Yeah, well...
I've got to go, so...
I promise you I'll sort you out.
Zig, it's alright. Ziggy?
Shit!
Mum...
can I lend some money?
Well, how much, baby?
I dunno. About 60 quid.
60 quid?
Well, what for?
New trainees.
What happened to the
money you got from your...
You know. The money you got for your birthday.
I thought you were going to buy new trainers with that.
I bought Robbie something
to cheer him up.
Ah, that was nice of you.
And did it?
Did it what?
- Cheer him up?
- Oh, no.
Oh, okay.
Then...
well, yeah.
Yeah, I'll lend you the money.
Cheers, Mum.
Alright, love?
Kids are half-price
on a Wednesday, love.
Nice trainees.
Where are you going?
Come back!
Come here. Are you
looking for something?
I'm looking for a...
you know, professional.
All right, sure,
yeah, yeah, yeah.
Anyone in particular, like?
A fit one, like, young.
It's for my friend.
He's in hospital.
Hospital, eh?
Sure, all right.
I think I might know the girl.
You got money?
How much is it?
Depends.
Usually it's, er...
between, er...
50 and 100.
I've got 60.
What'll that get me?
60?
I tell you what.
Your mate's in 'ozzy,
sick, isn't he?
I'll do a deal. 60 quid. He can do
whatever the fuck he likes to her.
How's about that?
Money.
Don't I pay you afterwards?
No, how do I know you will?
No, I'll get her and bring her back here.
But I don't want her right now.
I need time to arrange it.
Listen, little man...
if I wanted to, I could take
the money off you now.
But I can't. I'm an honest man.
Yeah, I tell you what,
I'll give you my number.
Have you got a pen?
You got a pen?
I have.
Sound.
Right. What I'll do is, er...
I'll go and get her.
You wait here.
I'll bring her back, you check her out,
see if we're alright. We got a deal?
What's your name, kid?
Barry.
Barry, yeah? Money?
You wait here. In a bit, Barry.
Listen, let me
just explain to you.
Loser!
I should charge you anyway.
Listen...
Shit!
Jesus!
Jesus, why do I
always get the weirdos?
Picks me up,
drives round the block
and then changes his mind.
Fucking waste of time!
Were you looking?
Not really.
What does that mean?
I'm expecting someone. A man.
Oh, yeah?
Is that what you're into?
No.
This bloke went
off to get me a girl.
How long ago was that, then?
About 40-odd minutes ago.
Let me guess.
You paid in advance, right?
Your first time, I take it?
He gave me his number.
Yeah, well, why don't
you give him a ring?
I'm sure he's on
his way back now.
Meantime...
that's my number, love.
If your man doesn't come back,
just ring me direct.
Ah, did you see that knobhead?
Good evening.
May I come in, Mrs. Bates?
Yes, sure.
We picked him up on
suspicion of soliciting.
Prostitution.
What?
The lad says it was
a misunderstanding.
Oh, God!
We're going to
believe him this time,
but you need to speak to him.
I will.
Yeah, I will.
On the Dock Road,
the red-light district.
Oh, God!
Ziggy!
Ziggy, let me in.
Come on.
Ziggy, what is wrong?
Come on.
Ziggy, what's happening to you?
Is it drugs?
Ziggy, you can talk to me.
Are you gay?
Ziggy!
Open this bloody door!
Ziggy, the police are gonna be the last of your
fucking worries once I get my hands on you!
Well, the economic development
of the Isle of Wight relies on tourism.
However, there are problems with this
industry as the ferries can be very expensive.
The main industries are tourism,
healthcare and engineering,
but supplying those
industries can be hard...
because there's a brain drain here,
as young people leave.
Ziggy?
Zig?
God...
if you're there...
give me a hand...
for Robbie.
Thanks for nothing.
- Get in, son.
- Hey, Mr. Wallace.
I'll take you to school.
Thanks for the lift an' all.
Just wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
- The other night...
- It wasn't what it seemed...
You're right.
It wasn't what it seemed.
You see, son,
this thing with Robert...
I mean...
it can affect the
whole of your life.
You understand what I mean?
It's, like, it's very stressful.
And these things...
well, they can come between a
man and a wife in all sorts of ways.
So...
you look for a bit of comfort.
You think it'll
release the pressure.
And of course, it doesn't.
So, anyway...
What do you say that we just...
forget all about it?
Not for my sake.
For Robbie's sake.
It's okay, Mr. Wallace.
The less said, the better, eh?
Yeah...
that's the spirit, son.
The less said, the better.
Oh, anyway...
I suppose, er...
you could be doing with a bit
of pocket money, couldn't you?
You lads always need something.
I could use a new
pair of trainees.
Oh, yeah? How much
are they? 40? 50?
60 quid for a good pair.
There.
Well, take it.
It's a thank you for
being there for Robert.
Right, yeah.
Hey, Zig, is that... is that right what
everyone's saying about Robbie?
Yeah, it is.
See? I told you
he's a fucking virgin.
What a wanker.
What?
Can I have a word?
What is it this time?
In private.
I won't be a minute, Bethan.
I can't believe you'd even have
the brass balls to ask me that!
I know what it sounds like, Tina,
but look at it from his point of view.
No, look at it from
my point of view.
- But I can't do it without you, Tina.
- Good!
Apart from the fact that he's
under 16 and therefore illegal,
I am a nurse.
My job is to care for people,
not to help them
get their rocks off.
I know all that, but he's dying.
Exactly. And this sort of thing
would push him over the edge.
Well, how long's he got anyway?
Hey, do you want him to die
happy or miserable?
Well, do you?
Well, it's not about that.
It's about ethics and morals.
What?
Ethics and morals?
So it doesn't matter if
he dies happy or not?
Who gives a fuck
what he thinks, eh?
Doesn't matter what he thinks.
He's a 15-year-old lad. He's been
nowhere and he's done nothing.
What does it matter, eh?
And what do his parents think?
They aren't the ones
who are dying, are they?
It's not their choice.
- No. I can't.
- But, Tina...
I'm gonna get very angry
with you in a minute.
Well, I'll just find
another way, then.
How's it going, Ziggy lad?
Fine, thanks.
Listen...
I didn't mean all
that stuff I said.
No, it was my fault.
I was pissed off with
my mum, not you.
Mates?
Best mate I ever had.
Shut up.
What's that writing
on your hand?
A reminder that
will take you away
Back to your life
One that I once knew
I'd give anything
to be there with you
Give us a fag, doc.
Sitting here in
your back yard
Thanks.
Wasting another night
Let me take your hand
One last time
until we get it right
In my room I still
keep pictures of you
Standing still,
shaking your hair
I didn't give you a
choice you were told
But you're not mad,
you just feel old
I don't know why I'm here
Pulling out paper crowns
When I've done nothing more
Than let the two of us down
Ziggy, can I have a word?
Come on, Robbie,
we're going for a little ride.
- Where are we going?
- Somewhere more private.
- Why?
- You'll see.
You've brought us
here to die, haven't you?
This is where they bring people
who are on their last legs.
No, don't be daft.
What then?
I thought you'd
want some privacy.
- What for?
- Well, I don't know.
What's with all the questions?
Right, I've got to get on.
Alright, Rob.
What's going on, Ziggy?
What do you think, lad?
Tonight's the night.
What are you on about?
What do you think, dumb-arse?
- What? Who with?
- You'll see.
Zig?
- Gotta go.
- Zig?
Ziggy?
What's up, Rob? Are you worried?
Just relax. You'll be fine.
Now...
make sure you use those.
What if I need more?
You should be so lucky.
Right.
Hi, this is Krystal. Leave me a
message for a good time. Bye.
- Where are you?
- Right here.
I didn't recognise you then.
Well, I thought I'd
dress the part, like.
I've never worn it
in a real hospital.
- Usually...
- Yeah, yeah, come on.
Have you got the money?
Don't worry, you pay me after.
Is this it?
Yeah, why, what's wrong?
I told you it was a kids' ward.
It's a private room, though.
Okay.
I just need a few minutes
to get ready.
Right, well, there's
a toilet there.
And his room is down
the corridor to the left.
And don't worry about
the nurse. She's cool.
He's lucky having you
as a mate.
Yeah, that's
what he is. Lucky.
What are you doing here, eh?
Come in.
Sophie?
Hi, Robbie.
What are you doing here?
I came to see you, you idiot.
But...
How did you know?
Well, I emailed you.
When I got no answer,
I thought you'd forgotten about me.
Then Ziggy sent
a reply telling me...
what's happening, what happened.
Great to see you, Sophie.
It's great to see
you too, Robbie.
The thing is, I'm kind
of expecting someone.
Yeah, I know. Ziggy told me.
He told you?
- He didn't ask you to?
- No.
No.
He didn't need to.
Look, I'm sorry about
messing you around and all that.
You can have the money.
What for?
I didn't do anything.
You keep your money, love.
Oh, really?
Maybe I'll get them
new shoes anyway.
- Dr. Palmer?
- Yes?
Darren, erm...
Er...
do you fancy going for a drink?
Erm...
yeah, I'd love to...
but I'm trying to
find my glasses.
I can't drive without them.
Well, we could always get a cab.
Or...
you could check
your shirt pocket.
- Come on, you silly old bastard.
- Where do you want to go?
Well, I think there's a really
nice place at the back of...
Sophie?
Yeah?
Will you marry me?
You're not old enough...
and I've got to be
on a train by ten.
Otherwise, yeah, alright.
- I don't know how to say...
- Shh. You don't have to.
Come here.
You don't deserve this.
Thanks, Soph.
See you later, Zig.
How was it?
Amazing.
I don't know how to say this...
I just wish I could tell you how good.
Yeah, I bet it was, you dirty git.
Now move up. I'm on the edge.
Ziggy?
Hmm?
You're the fucking best.
Fuck off.
You are lad, I swear.
The fucking best.
Poof.
Jesus loves his children.
He keeps them safe
both in life and in death.
Robbie was a much-loved
member of our small community.
In his life, he was
always there to help.
With a smile on his face.
He was young and he was free.
Taken by our Lord
sooner than we all expected.
And sooner than we all
would have wanted.
In times like these, our thoughts and
prayers go to his family and friends,
Mr. and Mrs. Wallace,
and of course Ziggy.
Those family and friends
would like to say thank you
to the nurses at the hospital
who cared for Robert.
Who gave the family hope and
belief when there was very little of both.
The energy of his
soul always showed.
He always stood out in a crowd.
That energy is above us now,
around us now, watching us now.
That energy will never diminish.
Let us pray.
Let your heart not be troubled.
If you believe in God,
believe also in me.
In my Father's house,
there are many mansions.
If not, I would have told you because
I go to a place to prepare for you.
And if I shall go and prepare a
place for you, I will come again,
and I will take
you to it myself,
that, where I am,
you also may be,
and whither I go you know,
and the way you know.
Amen.
Wherever you are
You shall be my star
Flashing near
Or smouldering far
Zig?
Here.
What's that?
It's your dad's address.
I was just trying
to protect you.
What from, Mum?
Wherever you are
You shall be my star
Flashing near
Or smouldering far
In my mind I hear the sound
Of every happy fount
Fresh as fresh is found
Fresh as fresh is found
- Hiya.
- Hiya.
I'm looking for Geoff Cavanagh.
Is this his house?
It is, but he's walking the dog
at the moment on the beach.
If you go down the
path and take a left
straight to the bottom of the road,
you should find him there.
- Thank you very much.
- Okay.
Or smouldering far
Wherever you are
You shall be my star
Flashing near
Or smouldering far
And we're singing,
singing without tears
And we're clinging,
clinging without fears
And we're singing,
singing without tears
And we're clinging,
clinging without fears
These, the good years
These, the good years
Wherever you are
You shall be my star
Flashing near
Or smouldering far
Wherever you are
You shall be my star
Flashing near
Or smouldering far
And we're singing,
singing without tears
And we're clinging,
clinging without fears
And we're singing,
singing without tears
And we're clinging,
clinging without fears
I have serpentine powder blue hose
Tooth-coloured, pedicured toes
Unbelievable
Cutlass
With your cutlass
The buccaneer
Is interfering with
Goodness sakes
Sunday night
And Monday morning
Sunday night
And Monday morning
Yeah, yeah
He's gonna get his end away.
She's fit, as well.
What's that wanker got
that I haven't?
You mean besides
his hand on her tits?
D'you think he brought a condom?
Probably the last thing
on his mind, Rob.
Best help him out then, eh?
You ready?
Get them!
Oh, won't you tell me
what I do with my days?
Oh, won't you tell me
what I do with my days?
Tell me
Oh, tell me
Oh, tell me,
oh, tell me, yeah
Oh, won't you tell me
how to sign on the line?
Oh, won't you tell me
how to sign on the line?
Tell me
Oh, tell me
Oh, tell me,
oh, tell me, yeah
If I don't get sex,
nobody gets sex.
Next year, Zig, we'll be 16.
Let's go somewhere decent.
We can go on an 18-30 holiday.
We're bound to get a shag there.
18-30 holiday?
Where am I gonna get the money
for an 18-30 holiday for?
I can't even afford a
new pair of trainees.
You're all self, self, self.
What about what I want?
- Yeah, we all know what you want.
- I want a drink in the club.
You mean let's
go and see Sophie.
Ah, Sophie, the
girl of my dreams.
Yeah, your wet dreams.
Oh, oh, Rob, oh!
Hey, gorgeous.
Want a wig?
I'll be back in two minutes.
Hear that?
She called me gorgeous.
She calls everyone that, even your dad.
You don't think she fancies...
Alright, lads?
- What happened to the beach party then?
- You know, it was boring.
- What?
- It was boring.
Boring! I don't know what's wrong with
you young people. We never had boring.
Anyway... Hey, love!
Two Cokes, love!
Dad, buy us a beer.
What, and have your
mam like that all night? No.
It's our last night.
One little beer's not gonna hurt.
It's not gonna hurt because
it's not gonna happen.
Thanks, lovely. Now do
you want these Cokes or not?
Yes, please, Mr. Wallace.
Okay. Well, if you need anything,
we're over there, alright?
Enjoy yourselves.
- Why does he do that?
- Don't fucking ask me.
Soph, stick something in these
fucking Cokes before I kill myself.
You got any ID, lads?
- What?
- What?
I'll meet you round the back
in five minutes, yeah?
- Are they alright?
- They're just having a Coke.
- Are they coming back?
- Yeah.
She's gorgeous,
and she's funny and...
She's probably shagging a
big lad with a car and a job.
Shut up. I can
pass for 18. Sort of.
- You can't even buy a drink at the bar.
- I look older than you, baldy bollocks.
You two, guess what I
have behind my back.
Ta-dah!
Oh, Sophie, you're a star.
Cheers, mate.
I can't believe we
have to go tomorrow.
I wish we had more time.
Why? What d'you
think you're gonna miss?
You.
Oh!
That's so sweet.
No, look, just...
Not right now, yeah? Just...
But, Soph, it's my last night.
Maybe I could visit you at uni.
You could show me the big city.
Yeah, yeah. Maybe.
Look, I've got to go.
But I'll be finished by one if you
want to meet me by my caravan.
Yeah, okay, that would be great.
Look, I've got to go.
See you later.
Fucking hell, have we got any of
them condoms left or what, lad?
Ta. We're Dead Cowboys.
Fuck off quietly.
She wants to meet you.
Doesn't mean you're getting a shag.
I'm telling you, it's a dead cert.
We've been meeting all week.
She says I'm very mature
and everything.
Hmm!
I'm serious, lad.
We talk about stuff, you know,
like why we're here and all that.
We're here because your mum and dad
take us here every fucking year.
Not here, you twat.
Here.
Rob...
I never knew you were so deep.
- I think I fancy you now.
- Piss off, Ziggy.
Look, lad, she thought
you was a nice kid.
Alright to have a
chat with and that,
maybe a little kiss,
but that's it.
Fuck off, Ziggy.
You dirty twat!
Fucking hell...
I don't know what came over me.
I do.
You're a fucking lightweight.
No, I was fine and then it
just fucking hit us like a brick.
Alright. Come on.
Turn it off before
your dad sees us.
Get the door handle.
- Don't!
- Shh!
I don't need to ask if you two
have been drinking, do I?
You're a disgrace,
the pair of you.
We'll talk about this tomorrow.
Now, you,
get to bed before
your mother sees you.
Right.
Nice.
Did you give him
anything to drink?
Hiya, Soph.
Ziggy, what are you doing here?
Where's Robbie?
He's being sick all over the place.
He's not coming.
I shouldn't have
given you that vodka.
Yeah, well, he says he's sorry.
This is his email in case
you want to keep in touch.
Oh. Thanks, Zig.
So, erm...
what are you gonna do now?
I dunno. Just hang
out here, I guess.
You don't have to.
Erm, I mean, be alone.
Erm, I'm feeling okay.
We could always...
It's alright, Zig.
I think you'd best go home.
Listen, just...
tell Robbie...
I don't know, just not to
drink as much next time.
It's bad for his aura.
See you later, Zig.
See you.
How are you feeling?
I feel like shite.
That vodka must have been off.
Vodka doesn't go off.
And besides, there's
nothing wrong with me.
Ziggy, leave him.
The best way for him
to learn is to suffer.
- Alright?
- Yeah. She's nice, her.
Yeah, she is nice.
Dad, I really don't feel right.
Robbie, not again.
Did you put the
toilet roll in here?
No. I was dealing
with other things.
As quick as you can, Robert.
I did say put some toilet roll
in here. I knew. I knew.
- I was doing something else.
- Yeah, like what?
- Mr. Wallace, it's Robbie.
- More drama.
- Oh, Jesus!
- Rob! Rob!
Rob, look at me.
Rob, wake up. What's happened?
- Rob.
- Wake up!
- Robbie?
- Robert? Robert?
Robert? Get on the phone.
Get an ambulance. Quickly.
Ziggy...
come on.
Is Rob gonna be alright?
Can I go and see him?
It's not serious, is it?
- Where are we going?
- For Christ's sake, Ziggy!
Shut up!
When I know something,
you'll know something.
Alright? Until then, stop
talking about it. Please!
I'm taking you home.
Sorry for shouting, Ziggy son,
but you can't see him.
We don't know
what's wrong with him,
but they're gonna do some
more tests so we'll know more.
Can I see him later on?
They're gonna transfer
him up to Liverpool.
So, I'm sure you'll be able
to see him tomorrow.
Thanks for the holiday,
Mr. Wallace.
I really appreciate it.
Hey!
You're a bit late.
Everything alright?
Not really.
- What's the matter?
- I'm starving.
- Is there anything to eat?
- Sure. C'mon.
And yes, I missed you, too.
There you go.
I'm sure he'll be fine, Ziggy.
So did you...
did you have a good time
before all that?
Well?
Come on.
What did you do?
What did you see?
Like blood from a stone.
Can I help you, son?
Yeah. I'm looking
for Robbie Wallace
but I think I'm in
the wrong ward.
- Are you family?
- No, I'm his mate. Ziggy.
What? Like in Stardust.
No.
As in Marley, alright?
Shame. I prefer Bowie.
He's in there.
Thank you.
- Bastard!
- You look so sweet.
It's the only gowns they've got.
Delete that now, you knob.
And turn it off.
- I'm not allowed one. Neither are you.
- Alright, alright.
Why are you in the
kiddies' ward, anyway?
Cos I'm not 16 yet.
Probably think I'll get molested
by some old paedo.
- Oh, yeah. I brought you some grapes.
- Why?
That's what you do when
people are in hospital. Durr!
They're a bit messy but...
So what's wrong with you?
Every time I ask,
they say they don't know yet.
But how do you feel?
Remember when we lost to
Man United in the semi-finals?
That bad?
Maybe not that bad. But close.
Shit.
I thought you were faking.
I'm sure this is where my mum
used to bring all my old toys and stuff.
Hey, you kid, that's his
fucking Action Man!
You're evil, you.
I wonder if I'll be
getting a bed bath.
I bet the nurses are dead fit.
Oi!
Try and remember
that you're in a hospital.
And there's little kids out here
and some of them are very sick.
- Sorry.
- Sorry.
How are you feeling?
A bit tired and my head
hurts a bit, but I'm okay.
Well, I'll try and sort
you out a proper gown.
Then we can get these
curtains open, can't we?
That'd be great.
Thanks, Nurse.
And you can call me Tina.
Typical, eh? I get the
big old dykey nurse.
- Robert Wallace?
- Yes.
Alright, Robbie?
Would you mind waiting
outside, young man?
Yeah. Rob, I'll be off.
You've only just got here.
Yeah, I know.
But I'll see you tomorrow.
Alright, mate.
Thanks for the grapes.
Right.
Let's take a look
at you, shall we?
- Ziggy, son.
- Alright?
We'd...
better get in to see him.
Mum! A bit of privacy
too much to ask for?
Any more privacy
and you'll go blind.
Your uniform's in there
so hang them up, yeah?
If you're bored while Robbie's
laid up, we could do something.
Yeah, thanks, Mum.
I'll let you know.
Okay.
So how do you not
know what you've got yet?
I'm telling you,
it's in them notes.
What is?
The fucking thing.
Whatever's wrong with us.
They were looking at the notes. And I heard
'em saying it's definitely a something.
Why don't you ask your mum?
All she ever says is,
"Everything will be alright.
You're gonna be just fine."
So what are you worried about?
If everything was alright,
they'd tell us what was wrong. Right?
I suppose.
So what now?
You're gonna steal them notes.
What, me?
How?
They'll notice straight away.
No. I've worked it out.
Whatever it is,
I'm not doing it.
- You've got to.
- Why?
Because, you divvy,
I can't, can I?
Well, I'm still not.
- Are you gonna do it, then?
- Yes.
Yes, and how can
I help you, Ziggy?
It's Robbie, he feels sick,
like he's gonna throw up.
Do you feel that bad?
Let's have a look.
Where does it hurt?
- Here?
- No, it's lower.
- Here?
- Lower?
- Bit lower.
- Lower?
- Lower.
- There?
- Lower.
- There?
Lower?
- Oh, really!
- Nurse!
Hang on.
Mr. Philips?
Mrs. Wallace.
- Hiya, love.
- Hiya, Mum.
- How are you?
- Alright.
Hiya, Mum.
Hey, Ziggy.
What are you doing here?
Not out and about enjoying
your last day of freedom?
I am. I've just come to check
something on the internet.
Okay.
- Mum?
- Hm-hmm?
Why do you think they haven't told
Robbie what's wrong with him yet?
I don't know.
Haven't they?
Maybe they don't even know yet.
But if they did...
why wouldn't they tell him?
You're really worried
about him, aren't you?
Not really.
Well...
Robbie's a young lad.
Maybe they think he'll get
better quicker if he doesn't know.
Stop him worrying.
If it was me...
would you tell me?
Ziggy, I don't even want to think
about that, thank you very much.
He's going to be fine.
Okay.
No!
Hello, kids!
Come on, what
did you find out?
- Nothing.
- What do you mean, nothing?
Oh.
What do you mean, nothing?
I kind of ballsed it up.
Fucking hell, you're useless.
Are you serious?
Yeah. I took the wrong thing.
Sorry.
- Did your mum and dad say anything?
- They just looked miserable.
But that's how
they normally look.
Tell you what, Ziggy lad,
I've been thinking
about the summer.
What about Faliraki?
- Fali-what?
- Faliraki. It's in Corfu.
It's where all the lasses go.
It's wall to wall fanny.
Oh.
What do you reckon?
Yeah, wherever.
You and me, Ziggy lad, we'll be
shagging morning, noon and night.
Maybe. We'll see.
There you go again,
pissing on me chips.
- What's wrong now?
- Nothing.
I'll go on my own
if you don't want to go.
- It's not that, lad.
- What is it then?
Come on, Ziggy lad, it'll
be great. We'll get jobs, like.
Save up enough cash to
do things in a bit of style.
- Get the six-pack in shape.
- Shut up, will you?
- What?
- Can we talk about something else?
What is the matter?
Fuck off!
What's the matter, Ziggy lad?
Are you crying?
For fuck's sake, Rob,
you're dying!
It was in your notes.
Cardiomyopathy.
It's your heart.
That's why they're not
telling you, cos you're dying.
- You're lying.
- I'm not, I swear.
- You're a fucking liar.
- No, I wouldn't do that.
- Fucking liar. Get out.
- Why would I lie? You're my best mate.
I don't know and I don't care.
Just get out. Just go. Piss off!
Ziggy?
Ziggy?
Have you ever held something
Until your hands were aching
And then let it go
and watched it fall
And listened to it breaking?
I have held back
time and tide
When all the
world was plenty
And now my
hands are open wide
Open wide and empty
For every breath
that leaves me now
Robert?
Robert?
Let's just leave
him for a while.
Come on, Rob.
Come on, Rob. Your dad's
here as well. Come on.
Robert?
Let's just leave him.
Leave him for a while.
He can't stay
underneath there forever.
"I've seen his topsails
with these eyes, off Trinidad,
and the cowardly son of a
rum-puncheon that I sailed with
put back, put back, sir,
into Port of Spain."
Do you know how
much trouble you're in?
What you did
was totally irresponsible.
You broke about a
hundred privacy laws,
not to mention putting
my arse in the fire.
What was I supposed to do?
I know he put you up to it.
I think he had the right to know.
And for what it's worth,
I think you did the right thing.
But...
you went about it the wrong way.
It didn't feel like
the right thing.
Have you ever held something
Until your hands were aching
And then let it go
and watched it fall
And listened to it...
Robert, son, there's
a lady here. Vanessa.
She's from the
Happy Moments Trust.
And she helps
children, you know,
like you...
do things or go places.
Hi, Robert,
or do your friends
call you Robbie,
like Robbie Williams?
He's very popular, isn't he?
Well, Robbie,
boys like you are very...
special.
And what we try to do here
is try and make your
wishes come true.
So if there's anything you've ever wanted,
anything you have ever dreamed of,
then we're here to help do it.
For example, if you'd
like to go to Disneyland,
then we can try and
arrange that for you.
Would you like to go
to Disneyland, Robbie?
Hmm?
Or maybe meet a pop star
or a footballer?
Someone from Liverpool
or Everton perhaps?
They're always
very accommodating.
Well, the Liverpool players always
seem to want to talk to me, anyway.
Those are just a
few suggestions.
Other people have
their own ideas.
Maybe you could tell me
what you want.
Hmm?
Is there anything special
you'd like to do, Robbie?
I want a fuck.
I'm sorry, I couldn't
quite catch that.
I want a fuck.
Robert, we can't hear you. You'll have
to come from underneath the bedclothes.
There is something I want!
I want a fuck!
- Robert!
- What? I don't want to die a virgin.
I just want one shag before I go.
Can you sort that out?
How dare you speak to this nice
lady like that? You apologise right away.
There's always
Sir Cliff Richard.
He's very popular and always
ready with a cheery song.
But I hate Robbie Williams
and couldn't give a fuck about...
You both have
a lot to talk about.
Why don't I leave you both to it and you
can let me know when you've decided, okay?
Shut up!
- Evening.
- Evening.
Rob, I saw your performance.
It was magic.
- The look on my mam's face.
- I know. "I want a fuck!"
So, erm...
How do you feel
about, you know?
Dying?
Go on, you can say it.
I don't want to talk about it.
Okay. That's fine.
I mean it, though.
Don't worry,
I won't mention it again.
I'm not talking about that.
I'm talking about sex.
I don't want to die a virgin.
You can't let me die a virgin.
What are you saying, Rob?
I mean...
we're best mates an' all
and you're dying, but...
there's limits, you know.
No, you knob. Like your hairy arse
would be my last wish.
Well, what then?
You've got to get
a girl to shag me.
- What? Me?
- Yeah, you.
- No way!
- Yes, fucking way.
How else am I gonna do it?
Come on, Ziggy lad.
If it was you in here, I'd do it.
I wouldn't let you go
without having a taste.
But I'm not good at that sort of thing,
you know I'm not. I mean...
What am I gonna say?
- You'll think of something.
- I won't. I'll just look like a twat.
So what's new?
C'mon, Ziggy lad.
Please, mate, for me.
What about Karen Blackwell?
Everybody's always saying how she
sucked off Toddy on the bus that time.
Fuck off! She's minging.
She'd crush us to death.
Yeah, but she'd
probably do it for a pie.
And she's got huge titties.
Next.
Debbie?
Debbie Richards? Too insane.
Did you see the state of
Joss's face after she bit him?
- No, Little Debbie.
- You alright?
If I wanted sex with
an Oompa-Loompa,
I'd send you to wherever the
little orange fuckers come from.
Next.
Here we go.
Cheryl Hanwell. Now she's hot.
Yeah, right. Like I want Cheryl Hanwell
to know I'm a virgin.
She's got a mouth
like the Mersey.
- He's shagging his sister.
- Oh, my God!
I know. Dirty bastard!
Might as well write it in
six-foot letters across the yard.
Have you tried Catherine Holmes yet?
She's gorgeous.
She'll never do it, Rob.
Her dad's a vicar.
You alright, Zig?
You're rubbish at this.
I'll tell you who's number
one on my list:
Lorna Patterson.
Lorna?
You're joking, mate.
She's a sixth-former.
She's well out of your league.
Well, you know what they say:
Who dares wins.
You what?
You cheeky little bastard!
Must be the way you're asking.
How's it my fault?
I'm asking as nice as I can.
Yeah, well, don't fuck it up
by looking all creepy.
Who's left to ask?
Just Kirsty.
Great.
Kirsty?
Kirsty!
What the fuck do you want?
Can I have a word,
in private, like?
Ooh! Sigmund!
It's dead serious.
It's important.
Come on then,
you little pervert.
What do you think I am,
a fucking whore? You freak!
Hit him in the nuts!
Lay into him, Little Debbie!
What happened to you, then?
I don't want to talk about it.
Solving simultaneous equations
using graphs is very easy.
What I want you to do first of all
is draw the line of the equation.
The point where the
lines cross is the solution.
The equations can be linear
which means that they'll be straight lines.
Alright, we're going to have
a look at the examples.
Kirsty...
look...
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean any harm. Really.
Yeah, well, I don't want
no one thinking I'm a slag.
But I've been having
a think about it,
and I'll do it.
If you tell anyone about this,
I'll tear your arms off.
I know, don't worry.
I'm only doing it because
he's dying. Poor bastard.
He is dying, isn't he?
- Of course. Why would I make that up?
- Yeah, well, he'd better be.
You know, I'm gonna
be a social worker.
- So this is like training, really.
- Yeah, in a way.
Hold on.
You never said it was
on a children's ward.
How can we do it in front
of all them kiddies?
We'll just draw the curtain
around the bed.
I'll stand guard.
No one will see.
It's always dead noisy
with the kids an' all anyway.
Alright.
Don't worry. No one will know.
- Just give me a minute to get him ready.
- Okay.
Who's that?
She's with Ziggy.
Oh, is she?
What's up, Zig?
Lad, I've done it.
She's come. Kirsty.
Come? What for?
For a shag, you moron,
what do you think?
Shit! She's here now?
Fuck, I haven't had a bath or anything.
- Hey, Robbie.
- Hiya, Kirsty.
Sorry to hear about...
- you know...
- Yeah.
I'll draw the curtains
and leave you to it.
- No, fucking wait. Hold on a minute.
- Come on, Robbie lad.
Yeah, come on. I'm in a hurry.
I'm babysitting tonight.
Dazza's bringing
some vodka round.
Well, you got everything, yeah?
And be quiet.
What's going on?
Nothing.
Then why are you out here
and that curtain's drawn?
- He's doing something.
- What?
Having a dump.
No, he's not.
No!
I can't do it, Ziggy,
I just can't.
- What happened?
- I don't want to do it.
I just can't.
Seeing him lying in that bed
with the mask an' all.
He's dying.
I never knew anybody
that died before.
I just can't do it,
not when he's dying!
Alright, keep your voice down.
I've got to go.
I've got baby-sitting.
Thanks, anyway.
Hang on a minute.
I can give him a quick wank
if you want.
Nah, you're alright.
Cheers, though.
What the fuck was
that supposed to be?
- Didn't go too well?
- No! Whose fault's that?
- Well, it's not mine.
- Course it was your fault.
Rob. I didn't know
she'd bottle it, did I?
Well, maybe if I'd had time to prepare myself,
I might have had a better chance.
She said she was free.
What was I meant to do?
Check your fucking diary?
Yeah, you're just gonna have to find
someone else now, aren't ya?
There isn't anyone else.
- You don't understand, Zig. I'm fucking dying.
- I know.
I'm 15, for fuck's sake. Zig.
15! I don't wanna fucking die.
I don't wanna fucking die, Ziggy!
- Alright!
- I don't wanna fucking die, Ziggy!
- I don't wanna fucking die.
- Nurse! Nurse!
- I'm not fucking dying!
- Rob! Calm down!
- Ziggy, sort him out!
- Calm down!
- I don't wanna fucking die!
- Nurse!
Happy birthday.
Come on, birthday boy,
up you get.
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday, dear Sigmund
Happy birthday to you
Mum, I told you
not to call me that.
Hey, come on, it's your name.
I gave that to you 16 years ago now.
Happy birthday, sweetheart.
Here. Go on.
Go on.
Wow! Who gave you that?
Nanna.
She can't afford 60 quid.
Ah, well, she doesn't
get to see you that often.
- I'll put it towards some new trainees.
- Hmm. Yeah.
Here...
open my present.
Aye!
You're gonna need that soon.
Sooner than you think.
You're a young man now.
It's a good one.
Yeah, I can see that.
Thanks, Mum.
Cool.
Right, well, I'll leave you to
open the rest of your cards.
And don't be late for school.
Birthday or no birthday, okay?
Nothing from my dad, then?
No...
just what's there.
Happy birthday, Sigmund.
Liverpool are
better than Everton.
We won the European
Cup five times.
- We won it twice.
- Twice. That's it.
D'you think my dad
knows it's my birthday?
I don't know, Zig.
He's not here to ask, is he?
Well, if he was here...
then he'd obviously know,
wouldn't he?
Yeah, alright. Don't be smart.
I don't know why you keep
harping on about him, anyway.
A leopard doesn't
change its spots.
He didn't care about us
when he walked out.
Even after I moved all the way
down here, and he doesn't care now.
Look, tell you what...
we'll have a wee birthday spliff
when we get home, yeah?
Sorry about yesterday, mate.
It was my birthday.
Oh yeah, happy birthday.
Did you have a good day?
It was alright.
So you can shag legally now,
but you can't buy a jazz mag.
Congratulations.
Rob...
if you want me to buy you
a magazine, mate, just say, you know.
Yeah, right, like I get enough privacy for
a decent wank with all them kids around.
No, you're alright, mate.
I'll save it all up for the lucky lass.
- You haven't given up then?
- Fuck, no.
- Fuck, no!
- What?
My porn! My mam's gonna
find all my porn on my computer.
And my DVDs.
She'll kill us!
Fuck, she'll think
I'm a right little perv.
I said you could take him out
for some fresh air, not a crafty fag.
The way I feel, you're lucky
I'm not sucking on a crack pipe.
Alright, back inside.
You've got to get
rid of that porn.
- Hello, Ziggy.
- Mrs. Wallace.
What is it?
Robbie told me to come
and check his emails and that.
But I need to use
his computer to do it.
You'd better come in then.
Here we are on "Women's Health".
We're talking about
the menopause.
And that conversation...
Oh, that's wrong.
...very much part of the pleasure of life
and some believe your spirituality. And...
And more began to question women
about what they really thought...
You dirty bastard!
So why is the
vagina still taboo?
Oh, that's not right!
But that is.
Many thanks for coming into
the studio. Alex and Delaney...
Jesus!
I've brought you a cup of tea.
And a slice of cake.
It's Battenberg.
Robbie's favourite.
Yeah...
mine as well.
I'll be off then.
Oh. See you.
Thanks for the cake.
What a poxy day I've had.
Never mind that.
Did you get it done?
Course. No bother.
Now look at this.
"Dogging disgrace
at local beauty spot."
Not that, you dick, the ads.
"Discreet massage...
in enjoyable surroundings."
"Liverpool's finest salon,
staffed by the most beautiful girls."
- You're not serious, are you?
- Course I am. Look where it is.
Ten minutes away. We'll be there and
back before they even know we've gone.
We haven't got that kind of money.
How much is it?
How much do you get
for your birthday?
60 notes.
No.
No fucking way!
That's for my new trainees.
These ones are shagged.
- You can have mine when I'm dead.
- Rob!
I was only saying.
Alright, I'll bring
the money in.
Right, are we ready?
Look, somebody's
bound to have seen us.
Ziggy, nobody knows who we are.
The hospital's massive. Let's go.
- But they'll miss you.
- Do you, for fuck's sake, stop worrying.
We'll be there and back before
they even know we've gone.
Nobody will know any different.
Come on, let's go then!
Are they bouncers?
You know what I thought
about being a bouncer once.
Yeah. And a fireman
and a footballer
and a skateboarder.
What d'you want to be now?
I just want to be older.
Okay.
This is it.
This is it.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
What are you doing?
Taking you in,
what d'you think?
Bollocks.
I'm not getting wheeled
into there like a cripple.
Get me out of this
chair and I'll walk.
Money.
Good luck, mate.
Enjoy it.
Alright, love?
Shit!
Immigration!
Get off!
Get off me! Get off!
Shit!
- Get off me!
- Calm down!
I've done nothing!
Where is he?
Oh, his mate's just taken
him for a constitutional.
I tell you what, why don't
you nip down to the canteen,
grab a cup of coffee
and wait for him?
Shouldn't he have
his oxygen with him?
Oh no, he'll be fine, so long
as he doesn't exert himself.
- What the fuck's happening?
- The police have just turned up.
- Fuck, that'll do. A trolley.
- No fucking way.
- Hey!
- Get off me!
Let him go!
- Where are your clothes?
- Oh, I don't fucking know. Just get out of here!
Put that around you.
So go on, tell us what happened.
Nothing. Fucking nothing.
She was gorgeous, an' all.
Big tits and everything.
Why couldn't they
come 20 minutes later?
Did you give her the money?
- Yeah, when I went in.
- So all my fucking money's gone?
- And my clothes and my trainers.
- My fucking trainees!
Fucking hell, just get us back before
the dykey nurse finds out. Fuck's sake!
Fucking hell, Robbie!
Oh, fucking hell, Ziggy!
You're heavy.
Fucking hell.
You have to lose some weight.
Lose weight? Fucking hell,
I'm dying, Ziggy.
That's the last thing
I wanna fucking do.
You fatty.
You think I give a shit?
Busy, was it?
The canteen?
- Not especially, no.
- Good.
Cos I'm on my break soon.
I don't suppose you noticed
what the specials were, did you?
No, we didn't.
They make a
great shepherd's pie.
Keith Richards
likes shepherd's pie.
Great aficionado.
Remember him from
the Rolling Stones?
Nurse, if you don't mind,
I really need to see my son.
Hello, love.
How are you? Hm?
So-so. Alright.
It's no wonder you've
pulled your drip out again.
- Rob, I'll get off. Leave you to it.
- Alright, mate.
- Right. I'll just get a fresh needle.
- Thanks, Nurse.
How are you doing?
Oi! Stop right there!
Where the hell have you been?
- Just out for a bit of fresh air.
- Out where?
- Out and about. Not far.
- Are you mad?
Do you have any idea
what could have happened?
Do you know how irresponsible
it is to take Robbie off the ward?
Why do you think
he's in here, eh?
This isn't a game.
He's very sick.
I know, but it was important.
Important enough
to put his life at risk?
Yeah.
Well, it better had have been.
Mum, it's knock and wait,
not knock and walk in.
Why? What could I possibly
see that I haven't seen before?
- I thought you were getting new trainers.
- I am.
I'm getting a last
wear out of these.
That's not like you.
Anyway, come on.
Tea, biccies and bed.
Don't panic.
He's only in cardiology.
Can you read me a story please?
My eyes hurt.
What, me?
What do you want me to read?
Redwall?
Isn't that about all the animals
that can talk and fight and that?
You can start now.
What's the matter?
Can't you read?
- Is that a library book?
- What does it look like?
Look inside the cover.
What does it say, Mum?
- Where did you get this?
- What does it say, Mum?
I'll tell you, shall I?
"To Ziggy. Happy 10th Birthday.
Lots of love, Dad."
The same birthdate as mine.
What a coincidence that is, eh Mum!
A lad with the same name. Same birthday.
Gets a present from his dad.
Can't be me, can it, Mum?
It can't be my dad sending me presents
because he walked out on us, didn't he, Mum?
Never so much as sent a card, never wanted
to see us. Can't be him, can it, Mum?
Alright, alright.
It's from your dad, okay?
But can we please
talk about this at home?
- No. Where does he live?
- What?
Where does my dad live?
- I don't know.
- Liar.
Sigmund, please.
Where?
I don't know.
New Brighton on the Wirral, I think.
But I don't know.
He moves around a lot.
Ziggy, I can explain.
This is not what it seems like.
Whatever I've done, he's still
the arsehole who walked out on us.
Yeah.
And you're still a fucking liar!
Zig, where did you get to?
What's up with you?
I just found out my mum's
been lying about my dad.
They all lie, Ziggy.
All of them.
Turns out he
lives on the Wirral.
That's not so bad.
You going to see him, then?
Dunno. Maybe.
Ziggy, you know, I've been
thinking about getting laid and all that.
And I thought of another plan.
For fuck's sake!
Can we not talk about
your cock just once?
Fuck off. I was just gonna
tell you my new plan.
No!
I'm sick of you
telling us what to do.
I don't have to do fuck all!
I'm sick of running around
trying to get you laid.
Trying and fucking it up.
Yeah, that's right.
Whatever I do always goes wrong.
Why not try getting
it right for a change?
- I've got my own shit to worry about.
- In case you forget, I am the one dying here.
Yeah, don't we all know it?
What's that supposed to mean?
You know fine well.
I thought we were
supposed to be mates.
So did I.
Don't stay on my account.
Go and piss off!
- Fuck you!
- Yeah, well, fuck you too!
Hello, can I help?
You don't know a bloke
called Geoff Cavanagh, do you?
Geoff Cavanagh?
It's at the bottom of this road.
And it's on the right-hand side.
If memory serves,
he lives in number 13.
Okay?
Geoff Cavanagh?
Gerry Cavanagh, that's me.
I don't know any Geoff.
Sorry. I've got the wrong house.
Take care, now, alright?
Where have you been?
I've been worried sick.
- I stayed at my mate's.
- What...?
Ziggy, I'm really sorry.
Mum...
can we not talk
about that right now?
Are you sure?
- We should talk.
- Yeah...
just not now.
Guess what.
I found some photographs.
You and Robbie.
I thought they might help.
Cheer him up.
I've put them on
your bedside table.
Hmm?
Rob.
Rob.
Robbie!
Ziggy! What the fuck?
Ssh!
I've just come to say I'm sorry.
What are you on about?
I'm gonna do it.
I'm gonna get you a shag.
No, Zig, it's alright.
No.
You were right. You're my best mate
and you're going out with a bang.
No, Zig. I'm serious.
I'm sick of it.
Sex isn't the
be-all and end-all.
Yeah, well...
I've got to go, so...
I promise you I'll sort you out.
Zig, it's alright. Ziggy?
Shit!
Mum...
can I lend some money?
Well, how much, baby?
I dunno. About 60 quid.
60 quid?
Well, what for?
New trainees.
What happened to the
money you got from your...
You know. The money you got for your birthday.
I thought you were going to buy new trainers with that.
I bought Robbie something
to cheer him up.
Ah, that was nice of you.
And did it?
Did it what?
- Cheer him up?
- Oh, no.
Oh, okay.
Then...
well, yeah.
Yeah, I'll lend you the money.
Cheers, Mum.
Alright, love?
Kids are half-price
on a Wednesday, love.
Nice trainees.
Where are you going?
Come back!
Come here. Are you
looking for something?
I'm looking for a...
you know, professional.
All right, sure,
yeah, yeah, yeah.
Anyone in particular, like?
A fit one, like, young.
It's for my friend.
He's in hospital.
Hospital, eh?
Sure, all right.
I think I might know the girl.
You got money?
How much is it?
Depends.
Usually it's, er...
between, er...
50 and 100.
I've got 60.
What'll that get me?
60?
I tell you what.
Your mate's in 'ozzy,
sick, isn't he?
I'll do a deal. 60 quid. He can do
whatever the fuck he likes to her.
How's about that?
Money.
Don't I pay you afterwards?
No, how do I know you will?
No, I'll get her and bring her back here.
But I don't want her right now.
I need time to arrange it.
Listen, little man...
if I wanted to, I could take
the money off you now.
But I can't. I'm an honest man.
Yeah, I tell you what,
I'll give you my number.
Have you got a pen?
You got a pen?
I have.
Sound.
Right. What I'll do is, er...
I'll go and get her.
You wait here.
I'll bring her back, you check her out,
see if we're alright. We got a deal?
What's your name, kid?
Barry.
Barry, yeah? Money?
You wait here. In a bit, Barry.
Listen, let me
just explain to you.
Loser!
I should charge you anyway.
Listen...
Shit!
Jesus!
Jesus, why do I
always get the weirdos?
Picks me up,
drives round the block
and then changes his mind.
Fucking waste of time!
Were you looking?
Not really.
What does that mean?
I'm expecting someone. A man.
Oh, yeah?
Is that what you're into?
No.
This bloke went
off to get me a girl.
How long ago was that, then?
About 40-odd minutes ago.
Let me guess.
You paid in advance, right?
Your first time, I take it?
He gave me his number.
Yeah, well, why don't
you give him a ring?
I'm sure he's on
his way back now.
Meantime...
that's my number, love.
If your man doesn't come back,
just ring me direct.
Ah, did you see that knobhead?
Good evening.
May I come in, Mrs. Bates?
Yes, sure.
We picked him up on
suspicion of soliciting.
Prostitution.
What?
The lad says it was
a misunderstanding.
Oh, God!
We're going to
believe him this time,
but you need to speak to him.
I will.
Yeah, I will.
On the Dock Road,
the red-light district.
Oh, God!
Ziggy!
Ziggy, let me in.
Come on.
Ziggy, what is wrong?
Come on.
Ziggy, what's happening to you?
Is it drugs?
Ziggy, you can talk to me.
Are you gay?
Ziggy!
Open this bloody door!
Ziggy, the police are gonna be the last of your
fucking worries once I get my hands on you!
Well, the economic development
of the Isle of Wight relies on tourism.
However, there are problems with this
industry as the ferries can be very expensive.
The main industries are tourism,
healthcare and engineering,
but supplying those
industries can be hard...
because there's a brain drain here,
as young people leave.
Ziggy?
Zig?
God...
if you're there...
give me a hand...
for Robbie.
Thanks for nothing.
- Get in, son.
- Hey, Mr. Wallace.
I'll take you to school.
Thanks for the lift an' all.
Just wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
- The other night...
- It wasn't what it seemed...
You're right.
It wasn't what it seemed.
You see, son,
this thing with Robert...
I mean...
it can affect the
whole of your life.
You understand what I mean?
It's, like, it's very stressful.
And these things...
well, they can come between a
man and a wife in all sorts of ways.
So...
you look for a bit of comfort.
You think it'll
release the pressure.
And of course, it doesn't.
So, anyway...
What do you say that we just...
forget all about it?
Not for my sake.
For Robbie's sake.
It's okay, Mr. Wallace.
The less said, the better, eh?
Yeah...
that's the spirit, son.
The less said, the better.
Oh, anyway...
I suppose, er...
you could be doing with a bit
of pocket money, couldn't you?
You lads always need something.
I could use a new
pair of trainees.
Oh, yeah? How much
are they? 40? 50?
60 quid for a good pair.
There.
Well, take it.
It's a thank you for
being there for Robert.
Right, yeah.
Hey, Zig, is that... is that right what
everyone's saying about Robbie?
Yeah, it is.
See? I told you
he's a fucking virgin.
What a wanker.
What?
Can I have a word?
What is it this time?
In private.
I won't be a minute, Bethan.
I can't believe you'd even have
the brass balls to ask me that!
I know what it sounds like, Tina,
but look at it from his point of view.
No, look at it from
my point of view.
- But I can't do it without you, Tina.
- Good!
Apart from the fact that he's
under 16 and therefore illegal,
I am a nurse.
My job is to care for people,
not to help them
get their rocks off.
I know all that, but he's dying.
Exactly. And this sort of thing
would push him over the edge.
Well, how long's he got anyway?
Hey, do you want him to die
happy or miserable?
Well, do you?
Well, it's not about that.
It's about ethics and morals.
What?
Ethics and morals?
So it doesn't matter if
he dies happy or not?
Who gives a fuck
what he thinks, eh?
Doesn't matter what he thinks.
He's a 15-year-old lad. He's been
nowhere and he's done nothing.
What does it matter, eh?
And what do his parents think?
They aren't the ones
who are dying, are they?
It's not their choice.
- No. I can't.
- But, Tina...
I'm gonna get very angry
with you in a minute.
Well, I'll just find
another way, then.
How's it going, Ziggy lad?
Fine, thanks.
Listen...
I didn't mean all
that stuff I said.
No, it was my fault.
I was pissed off with
my mum, not you.
Mates?
Best mate I ever had.
Shut up.
What's that writing
on your hand?
A reminder that
will take you away
Back to your life
One that I once knew
I'd give anything
to be there with you
Give us a fag, doc.
Sitting here in
your back yard
Thanks.
Wasting another night
Let me take your hand
One last time
until we get it right
In my room I still
keep pictures of you
Standing still,
shaking your hair
I didn't give you a
choice you were told
But you're not mad,
you just feel old
I don't know why I'm here
Pulling out paper crowns
When I've done nothing more
Than let the two of us down
Ziggy, can I have a word?
Come on, Robbie,
we're going for a little ride.
- Where are we going?
- Somewhere more private.
- Why?
- You'll see.
You've brought us
here to die, haven't you?
This is where they bring people
who are on their last legs.
No, don't be daft.
What then?
I thought you'd
want some privacy.
- What for?
- Well, I don't know.
What's with all the questions?
Right, I've got to get on.
Alright, Rob.
What's going on, Ziggy?
What do you think, lad?
Tonight's the night.
What are you on about?
What do you think, dumb-arse?
- What? Who with?
- You'll see.
Zig?
- Gotta go.
- Zig?
Ziggy?
What's up, Rob? Are you worried?
Just relax. You'll be fine.
Now...
make sure you use those.
What if I need more?
You should be so lucky.
Right.
Hi, this is Krystal. Leave me a
message for a good time. Bye.
- Where are you?
- Right here.
I didn't recognise you then.
Well, I thought I'd
dress the part, like.
I've never worn it
in a real hospital.
- Usually...
- Yeah, yeah, come on.
Have you got the money?
Don't worry, you pay me after.
Is this it?
Yeah, why, what's wrong?
I told you it was a kids' ward.
It's a private room, though.
Okay.
I just need a few minutes
to get ready.
Right, well, there's
a toilet there.
And his room is down
the corridor to the left.
And don't worry about
the nurse. She's cool.
He's lucky having you
as a mate.
Yeah, that's
what he is. Lucky.
What are you doing here, eh?
Come in.
Sophie?
Hi, Robbie.
What are you doing here?
I came to see you, you idiot.
But...
How did you know?
Well, I emailed you.
When I got no answer,
I thought you'd forgotten about me.
Then Ziggy sent
a reply telling me...
what's happening, what happened.
Great to see you, Sophie.
It's great to see
you too, Robbie.
The thing is, I'm kind
of expecting someone.
Yeah, I know. Ziggy told me.
He told you?
- He didn't ask you to?
- No.
No.
He didn't need to.
Look, I'm sorry about
messing you around and all that.
You can have the money.
What for?
I didn't do anything.
You keep your money, love.
Oh, really?
Maybe I'll get them
new shoes anyway.
- Dr. Palmer?
- Yes?
Darren, erm...
Er...
do you fancy going for a drink?
Erm...
yeah, I'd love to...
but I'm trying to
find my glasses.
I can't drive without them.
Well, we could always get a cab.
Or...
you could check
your shirt pocket.
- Come on, you silly old bastard.
- Where do you want to go?
Well, I think there's a really
nice place at the back of...
Sophie?
Yeah?
Will you marry me?
You're not old enough...
and I've got to be
on a train by ten.
Otherwise, yeah, alright.
- I don't know how to say...
- Shh. You don't have to.
Come here.
You don't deserve this.
Thanks, Soph.
See you later, Zig.
How was it?
Amazing.
I don't know how to say this...
I just wish I could tell you how good.
Yeah, I bet it was, you dirty git.
Now move up. I'm on the edge.
Ziggy?
Hmm?
You're the fucking best.
Fuck off.
You are lad, I swear.
The fucking best.
Poof.
Jesus loves his children.
He keeps them safe
both in life and in death.
Robbie was a much-loved
member of our small community.
In his life, he was
always there to help.
With a smile on his face.
He was young and he was free.
Taken by our Lord
sooner than we all expected.
And sooner than we all
would have wanted.
In times like these, our thoughts and
prayers go to his family and friends,
Mr. and Mrs. Wallace,
and of course Ziggy.
Those family and friends
would like to say thank you
to the nurses at the hospital
who cared for Robert.
Who gave the family hope and
belief when there was very little of both.
The energy of his
soul always showed.
He always stood out in a crowd.
That energy is above us now,
around us now, watching us now.
That energy will never diminish.
Let us pray.
Let your heart not be troubled.
If you believe in God,
believe also in me.
In my Father's house,
there are many mansions.
If not, I would have told you because
I go to a place to prepare for you.
And if I shall go and prepare a
place for you, I will come again,
and I will take
you to it myself,
that, where I am,
you also may be,
and whither I go you know,
and the way you know.
Amen.
Wherever you are
You shall be my star
Flashing near
Or smouldering far
Zig?
Here.
What's that?
It's your dad's address.
I was just trying
to protect you.
What from, Mum?
Wherever you are
You shall be my star
Flashing near
Or smouldering far
In my mind I hear the sound
Of every happy fount
Fresh as fresh is found
Fresh as fresh is found
- Hiya.
- Hiya.
I'm looking for Geoff Cavanagh.
Is this his house?
It is, but he's walking the dog
at the moment on the beach.
If you go down the
path and take a left
straight to the bottom of the road,
you should find him there.
- Thank you very much.
- Okay.
Or smouldering far
Wherever you are
You shall be my star
Flashing near
Or smouldering far
And we're singing,
singing without tears
And we're clinging,
clinging without fears
And we're singing,
singing without tears
And we're clinging,
clinging without fears
These, the good years
These, the good years
Wherever you are
You shall be my star
Flashing near
Or smouldering far
Wherever you are
You shall be my star
Flashing near
Or smouldering far
And we're singing,
singing without tears
And we're clinging,
clinging without fears
And we're singing,
singing without tears
And we're clinging,
clinging without fears
I have serpentine powder blue hose
Tooth-coloured, pedicured toes
Unbelievable
Cutlass
With your cutlass
The buccaneer
Is interfering with
Goodness sakes
Sunday night
And Monday morning
Sunday night
And Monday morning
Yeah, yeah