Forgive and Forget

Now, John, you knew that Carl wouldn't be at that party, didn't you?

Yeah, but I've...

And you have already admitted that you quite fancied her.

Look, if you're trying to make out like I planned it, then you're wrong.

I wouldn't do that.

Okay, so you're saying it just happened?

Yeah, I didn't think. I was pissed.

Drunk. So was she.

But, John, she was Carl's girlfriend.

And...

So you'll blame Susie?

She could have stopped if she'd wanted.

So could John.

John was legless, wasn't he?

Okay, come on, guys. Where do we go from here?

What about Susie?

Are you prepared to give her another chance?

What about John?

You were bang out of order.

But I can't be today, I could be tomorrow.

The more I see, the more I know, the more I know.

But a mate's a mate, right?

There you have it, ladies and gentlemen.

Carl has promised to forgive and forget.

Oh, you're out of this.

Oh, come on.

Yes!

Come on!

Come on, Dad.

Oh, come on.

See that control, that is.

Will you two please play quietly?

Can't hear myself read.

I used to dazzle teams with skills like that.

Right.

Yes, it won't.

Oh, I see the bags of cement

with more balance than that.

Come on.

Oh, you're a lot!

Come on, come on.

Oh, very good.

Very good.

Right, let's have a shot, you know, man.

Come on, come on.

Oh!

Get out of it.

Oh, jeez.

He's bald.

He's fat.

He's an ugly Celtic twat.

Mike O'Neill.

Right, come on.

Come on.

Let us have you.

Come in, you mate.

Did you see that, did you?

Michael.

What?

Stop bullying the boy.

Bullying, Ruth?

My God, have you seen the bloody size of him?

If you want to kick people about, do us at work.

Yeah, Dad, do it at work.

I'm trying to teach him the finest skills of soccer.

Ah.

Someone's at the door.

Well, go and answer it.

Yeah, right.

I'm in my dressing gown.

David, will you answer the door, please, love?

If it's for me, I'm not in.

You didn't see it out, did you?

How you doing, alright?

Yeah, I'm alright.

Just got one of Dad's footballing lessons.

Ooh, here you go.

Still up for tonight?

I can't mate.

I've got to do something with Anna.

I promised her.

You know your mates are, don't you?

Oh, sorry, I forgot alright.

Where you going?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry

Art exhibition.

Eh?

Art exhibition.

It's her mate. It's her best mate. What can I do?

You tosser.

Tell you what, mate, she has got you right there.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Don't even like art?

Well, I've gained artistic appreciation, haven't I?

The nearest you get to painting is a tin of gloss.

Listen, do you want to come? You might learn something.

Nah, it's not in my bag, mate.

I'm gonna go and get pissed with me real mates.

Fair enough.

We sure lost, mate.

Lonely women, beer, nice art.

More do you want? No?

No, I'll give it a swerve.

All right. At least I tried. See you tomorrow, yeah?

What's that? - What?

Tanners. Her mum and dad bought it for her.

I'll tell you what, she's done half shift.

It's pink. - It's not pink.

It's Cerise.

Anyway, it's not mine.

What's happened to the minute?

Knackered.

You're having a laugh, aren't you?

It's a nice colour for you.

Thank you.

At last, someone with taste.

Is school all right, Gabs?

Mm-hmm.

Can I help you, Gabby?

I wanted to ask the architect

help with my computer project.

Well, we're talking about motors.

Little girls not included.

Go on, sting you up.

See you, Theo.

See you, Gabs.

Toss, sir.

Lardos.

I'll see you tomorrow. - Yeah.

Do you want a lift?

You're gonna have to have a talk about this, you know that, don't you?

See you later, darling.

Oi, ease up, you wanker.

I'm gonna get Anna onto you.

She was cross-country champion at school, apparently.

I thought they didn't do any running at public school.

They just played a wanky game with nets.

What, lacrosse?

Yeah.

She got one of those really posh voices?

No, I told you, she's a jock.

She's got a sexy voice, though, yeah.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Christ knows what she sees in you.

I reckon you're jealous because I'm getting a regular shag and you're not.

Oh, yeah.

Double gutted.

Non-stop shagathon, mate.

You've had one.

You've had them all.

Nah.

That's different.

Especially when you're in love.

You had enough.

Listen, you're not in the car here?

Yeah, why?

Well, you couldn't drop us off at Anna's on the way, could you?

Be your best mate.

Yeah.

That's it.

Yeah, it's not messy, look, is it? - The flight's nice, though.

Listen, are you starting for a beer later or what?

We'll miss it for the world, mate. She's well up for it.

All right, you take it easy, yeah? - Yep.

Laters.

Hannah?

Anne?

Hannah?

Boo!

What are you doing here?

Out of usual.

Shag, shower, sandwich.

This is becoming a bit of a habit.

I didn't know you'd moved in.

Oh, don't be silly, it's a nice habit.

I'm sorry.

Hey,

Ugly bastard he was, weren't he?

Oh, right pig.

So anyway, she's only trying to get rid of him

so I can bang her back at her my house.

What's that? One pig for another?

Oh, she was all right.

She had naughty tits.

Not a handful, late-mart-a-pinch.

She was all right, though, wasn't she, Paul?

Yeah, she was all right.

She looks a bit like Tony Adams.

I'd have shagged her.

The way you two talk about women is bad.

You know that, hmm?

Oh, yeah, listen to Mr. Sensitive.

That woman's done your head in, Colton.

She'll have you hiding her niggers next, mate.

Don't say I ain't wrong, yeah.

Don't go there, boys. Don't go there.

You know my woman is brimming.

She cooks me the good food and gives me the good ting,