Wild Rose

Christ, I won't miss that country rubbish

first thing in the morning.

I bet you'll miss me though, eh?

I hope a get the chance to.

Autograph, please.

You're gonna be the next Dolly Parton!

Enjoy yourself, hen!

Fuck! Go on, girls!

Keep your foot still, please.

I've appealed it, so it'll be off before it's on.

Well, while it's on,

you cannot leave the registered address

after 7:00 at night until 7:00 the next morning.

Is that me?

Fuck's sake.

And don't come back!

He's in his bath.

"Hello, Rose-Lynn.

Would you like a cup of tea? How are you?"

Cover yourself, for God's sake!

Cover yourself! Oh!

Oh, fuck, yeah.

All the way from Glasgow, Scotland,

please welcome a little girl

by the name of Rose-Lynn Harlan

to the Opry.

Rose-Lynn Harlan, ladies and gentlemen,

performing for the first time here in Nashville, Tennessee.

Whoo!

Fucking "A."

Right. I'll see you.

When?

When?

Mum!

Ooh. Hi.

- Come on, Lyle. - Come.

Where do you think you're going,

all done up like a fish supper?

I see he's got you down, so he has.

That's scary. Don't do that.

Anyway, I'm not going anywhere.

I'm having my dinner with you.

"No, down this way."

"No, go this way."

He never shuts up; You never speak.

What's going on in there, eh?

Did you miss me? Hmm?

Rose-Lynn!

I thought you were your mum there.

That can't have been 12 month.

The time's went by like that.

Yeah.

Hello, Marion!

Night, both of you.

She looks good, Amanda.

Oh, so she should.

Enough time at it.

Does she still lie out here on tinfoil?

Oh... one peek of the sun and that one's in a bikini.

Other day, she was in after my butter.

- Your butter? - Puts it all over.

"It's natural, Marion."

Aye. Natural if you're a roll.

Mary was gonna come tonight and see you,

but she's awful bad with her arthritis, so...

Och, that's a shame.

Aye.

It's in her knees now,

so that's her had to retire.

So...

£8 an hour.

Holidays.

Says she'll see you into it as a favor to me.

Cleaning, ah? Aye.

Very good.

Why? What were you thinking?

Thinking? No.

I wasn't thinking.

I just got out. Don't you worry about me.

No, I wasn't. I was thinking about your kids.

I'm going to Nashville.

Well, you better mind your tag doesn't go off

when you're going through security.

First thing the morrow, I'm going down the Opry,

I'm gonna get my job back, and I'm gonna work for it.

There's nothing for me here.

See, there, I can be honing my craft.

I can be out gigging every night.

Honing your cr...

Do you not think

you've sacrificed enough for that fantasy?

Have we all not sacrificed enough for that fantasy?

It isn't a fantasy.

It's the only thing I'm good at.

Learn a trade, Rose-Lynn. Go to college.

- You're not listening! - Cut hair... I don't care

what you do, but do something.

I've got my talent, and I'm gonna use that.

Have you not been watching telly?

'Cause I'll tell you something:

there's no shortage of folk who can sing.

By a distinctive whistle...

As they fly home over the water.

Sake!

Step and swivel.

Back and back. Out, in.

Come on, Sandra. Watch your feet.

Ah, the Lone Ranger rides into town.

You wanna get me a wee beer, Jackie?

Come on, Laurie. You can't afford to chat.

Watch me. Don't watch your neighbor.

Eyes on me, not your neighbor.

So what have I missed?

Well, was there mice when you were here before?

Aye.

Well, then there's nothing new under the sun.

Hear you're on the tag.

Can't fart round here.

Aye, I am, but I've appealed it,

so a couple of weeks, I'll be brand-new.

Fridays and Saturdays. Boom.

Rocking chair!

Fridays and Saturdays, we've got Mississippi Tundra.

- Who? - And swivel.

Back and back. Out, in.

Oh, you must be desperate.

Nobody wants to see a convicted criminal up there.

Folk come here to get away from all that.

Johnny Cash is a convicted criminal, you bawbag.

Go on away... away back to your mousetraps!

I need this job, Jackie.

It's my fucking band!

It's the house band!

You're your own worst enemy, you.

I wouldnae agree.

There's strong competition.

- What the fuck? - You stupid fucker!

Jackie!

You nicked my job, you ratcatcher!

Get off me!

- Get off! - Get your hands off me!

Get out.

Ten years, I've been working here.

- What am I supposed to do now? - You're barred. Get out!

Fucking no-fucking-hopers clubhouse.

- You're an animal! - Bunch of cunts.

An animal!

Fuck!

Didn't know you were on mornings.

How's your lassie?

Ugh. Ask me tomorrow.

He lives in the bottom half, um, of the house,

and then there's another house up the stair.

My mate Angie lives there.

And then they bought the house next door.

So Lauren lives next door, where wee Doug...

Fuck's sake.

They've got CCTV,

so anything you do to that gate,

we can see from in here.

I've not done anything to the gate.