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I'm sorry for your loss, Rupert.
Yeah I know, ta.
It's dead out there.
Help yourself.
I've decided what I want.
Have you?
I want your dad's face on me chest,
with RIP Gerry Ridell written
underneath, when he had a beard.
I appreciate it but I don't think
that's appropriate.
No I wanna do it.
He was a gent, your dad.
Why not have summat
smaller for your first one, eh?
You think?
- I thought what with your dad dying
- Nahhh.
Dad, this one's cheese as well.
What about a duck?
A duck?
Yeah.
A clever little duck in
a hammock.
Or Michael Jackson?
He's not in the book!
So how did you know him?
Who?
Gerry Ridell,
the owner of this place, his dad
and the love of my life The bloke
who's funeral you've just been to.
I haven't been to a funeral.
Then why you crying?
It hurts. I'm feeling a bit funny.
Can you just stop for a second?
Do you want a glass of water
or something?
Oh, no, please god, not today!
Oh, Bloody hell!
What?! Oh! Jesus! Full house!
Stevo! Mop and bucket.
And when you've finished put him
in the recovery position.
Big bloke like that ought to be
ashamed of himself.
I wouldn't mind, but I was doing him
that Chinese symbol for courage.
Stupid ***!
I'm sorry.
Thanks, Ade.
I can't eat these.
Nah?
No. I don't like cheese. Do I?
Dad?
There were eight of us!
There's ham there, there's pork
pies. You always liked pork pies.
No.
I'm gonna eat one of these
out of respect for
Me dad?
Yeah. Yeah.
It's what he would've wanted, innit?
He's getting worse.
He's fine.
I've got it, do me a spider please,
Rupert? A spider?
Yeah. Are you sure?
Yeah. I want a spider. Or a tank.
A tank?
Yeah. Ah you must die KABOOM!
Ah my face!
Whoa! Mourners only!
Er, yeah. Sorry about
The dead person.
Hi gang. Oh hey, Fi, looking good.
Black really works on you.
Hey Flat Face, how you holding up?
Ah, you know. Emotional day.
Your dad's dead? I'm so sorry.
Hold up, Tiny Tears, I haven't
finished with you yet!
Leave me alone!
***-***!
Well, I'm sure you gave him
a lovely send off.
I didn't see you at the crem.
Oh, no I wasn't there.
I mean I would've been but, I had to
do a thing. Speaking of which
Yeah Can this wait, Love?
I've not had a chance to tell 'em.
Tell us what?
I can't wait, Babe, you know that.
My visa's already run out.
And why don't you want to tell
anyone it was your idea?
This is what you wanted.
This is what I want.
I want to go. With you there, now.
Told us What?!
Ow! Leave it out, Fi!
Do you know what?
Time is ticking, sugar-***.
I'm not gonna force you - maybe
the decision's already been made.
Hey?
Horoscopes. Ok.
Your dad's dead.
Yes! Rupert dude, I've written you
a song. It's about your dad!
Right.
All the guilt running
round your head
All the things you'd wished you'd
said
Well you can't you see?
Cos your dad's dead!
*** hell!
All the pain and all the worry
Can't say goodbye, and it's too
late to say you're sorry
Cos your dad's dead!
That's all I've got so far.
Idon't know what to say.
You don't know what to say?
How's about goodbye everybody
and sod the lot of you?
Why don't you go
and *** on his grave.
*** all over his legacy.
Legacy?
What? Ten grand in debt to
t'local psychopath?
Some bloody legacy!
What about all this?
This was never a permanent
arrangement - you knew that!
"Aw, you've got a gift Rupert,
your mum'd be proud Rupert!"
Proud of what? Eh?
Wasting my life like she did
sitting around sketching half baked
sentiments onto a bunch of idiots.
Just so we can cherish the memory
of that drunken selfish ***.
Ken as good as raised me
after me mam died!
That's why I am not inked,
and I never will be.
Cos when I wash me
hands of this place
I want nought left to remind me
of you lot - or him.
See Jill?
She don't go around reading her arms
and reminiscing about the good
old days.
Cos she believes there's better
days ahead of us!
I want a life, and if this place
means that much to you then take it!
Have it!
This is my ticket out of here
and as far as I'm concerned that
debt died with me dad and Lady Gaga
can go whistle for his money.
Don't be shy.
I meant an apology!
If you weren't
so handy at the old cartooning,
I'd rip your arms off and beat you
uglier with em.
Hey, leave him be. That poor sod
just buried his father.
Shut the *** up!
What's all that on your face?
What's that?
Oh, I'm sorry he gets confused
I think it looks really nice.
Alright?
We got a problem here, Dorothy?
Course not. Then why you grabbing
the man by his face?
That's every time now.
It's needless.
That idiot you slung in the ground
today
left owing Mr Sunshine 200 grand.
T-t-ten grand.
It's 200.
So, with this place up as
collateral,
I don't think it's down to you
to go giving it away to
anyone else, do you?
Until that debt is paid off, in
full
you're going nowhere.
Understand? Mmm.
So consider yourselves under
new management.
I'm gonna have some fun with you.
Don't just stand there,
back to work.
Chop chop.
August 12th 1985, Blackpool.
Do you remember?
We all went to Blackpool and your
dad drove.
There were 8 of us,
and we got arrested.
We got arrested for stink bombing
donkeys - do you remember,
and all them kids were in tears!
I remember that day Rupert.
Tattoo that day for me.
Do it here on me.
Hey. Your dad'd be proud.
Your life's been turned upside
down
You're lost and your lover is
leaving town Wooh.
Shut it, Stevo.
Urgh. Mop and bucket.
Great news!
Sagittarius, changes are afoot -
go with the flow, moving on up!
Babe we, er, we need to talk.