[ Up-tempo music plays ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
How old are these?
Only came in the other day.
That don´t feel right to me, that.
Hey.
Don´t...handle...the...produce.
Oh.
Or sniff them.
Stop prodding them.
I have to feel it, innit?
Last time I don´t feel something before I buy,
I end up with useless bloody husband.
[ Women laughing ]
Nasreen.
Nasreen!
[ Music continues ]
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
KANEEZ: You think I want to send her back to Pakistan?
NASREEN: I can´t date girls, Missy -- not Lila.
[ Screams ]
Hiya, love.
You okay?
Yeah.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Come on, love.
Let´s go and get a cup of tea, yeah?
[ Up-tempo music plays ]
-[ Knock on door ] -EMMA: Hello? Missy?
It´s Ms. Keane.
Missy?
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Kaneez, have you seen Missy?
No, not for a couple of days.
Well, it´s just been --
She hasn´t been in school or aught.
[ Door closes ]
What are you doing?
Yeah. I-I´ll be out of your way.
That´s not what I asked you. What are you doing?
I, uh, I-I need that for her passport.
You leave her alone.
She wants to get married.
-Huh? -Yeah.
She asked me to arrange it.
Maybe if you bothered to ask her, she might have told you.
But no. You know your kids so well, don´t you?
-What do you know about them? -I´m their father.
When are you ever here long enough to be their father?
You only want to come and take and go.
You take, go,
and this time you want to come and take my daughter!
All my life, men tell me what to do --
what to say, who to marry, where to live!
I live well, Iqbal, ´cause I make all the decisions.
Here! My rent book.
My checkbook. Electricity.
Gas. Water. All this, I do.
All this alone, without any bloody man!
I don´t want you here. Go.
-Hey! -Get out!
Get out!
Hey!
[ Woman laughing ]
Take this with you.
[ Laughter ]
What are you all looking at?
It´s not "Pakistan´s Got Talent."
[ Rattling ]
What have you done now?
Mum chucked Dad out.
That´s bloody fatwa sewing, that.
[ Rattling continues ]
How was your father? Hmm?
I saw you both in town.
-Mum, what has he actually done? -Nothing.
That´s the bloody problem. He never bloody do anything.
He only wants to use you.
Why don´t you see that?
Mum, I asked to meet him.
[ Sighs ]
Did you never stop to think and ask what I would want?
You know, you´re always telling me what you expect of me.
Well, okay. What about me?
You want this?
Yeah. I want him to arrange the marriage for me.
Why?
You don´t have to do this.
You´re different.
We are different than him.
Maybe I don´t want to be different, Mum.
Maybe it´s being different
that´s got me into all the trouble all the time.
You said so yourself.
I don´t mean for this, though.
[ Sighs ]
I don´t understand.
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
I´m just...
I´m just tired of running away from who I am all the time.
You know?
[ Sewing machine rattling ]
Chloe?
Why did you run off so early?
Dad rang.
Said he´s not gonna make it up.
Oh, sweetheart.
I am sorry.
We can try and have a nice day either way.
But he promised.
Here. Happy birthday.
[ Laughs ]
And you´ve got to wear that all day.
[ Laughs ]
Come on. Open it.
I didn´t have a clue.
You lot are so choosy these days.
I hope it´s the right size.
I saw Missy in something similar, so I thought, well...
Do I look like Missy Booth?
What?
I´ll rephrase that --
Do you want me to look like a blond Northern skank?
Chloe.
[ Mid-tempo music plays ]
Chloe, come back here now.
[ Sighs ]
You all right down there?
Sorry. It´s her birthday and... [ Chuckles ]
Don´t apologize.
I was a horror at 16.
Worse.
Maryam, Emma. Emma, Maryam.
It´s my fiancée.
[ Bell rings ]
You left early. I wanted to see you.
Why, Mandy? Why? What were you gonna say, eh?
"Have a nice day"? "Give my regards to Sadiq"?
I don´t know what you want me to say.
Nothing. Not a bloody thing.
Steve, don´t walk out. I can´t stand this.
We can´t just leave it like this.
-If Sadiq´s coming in -- -What you talking about, Mandy?
Our marriage is wrecked, and you´re worried about your job.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Missy not here today?
Anyone seen her?
Razia?
No, Miss.
Maybe we should call the rescue services.
EMMA: Right.
Act 2, Scene 2, balcony scene.
Chloe, as Missy´s not here today, you can be our Juliet.
Will I be able to do it justice in her absence?
Oh, I´d hate to disappoint.
And...Jordan, you can be our Romeo.
[ Students murmuring, chuckling ]
Chloe, stand up on your seat.
Romeo!
-Romeo! -[ Laughter ]
Wherefore art thou, our Romeo?
Social workers have taken our Hayley,
and Nana Capulet´s kicked the bucket.
That is out of order, mate.
We´ve not a pot to piss in. Lecky´s been cut off and --
Outside.
Now.
[ Students murmuring, laughing ]
She´s going through a hell
you´ll never have to contend with in your worst nightmare.
All I ever get is "Missy this," "Missy that."
Sometimes, Chloe, you behave like a spoiled little brat.
[ Bell rings ]
If you´re that bothered about her,
give her your bloody jumper.
[ Mid-tempo music plays ]
Sixteen when I marry your father.
No more school.
And I bloody like school, me.
Married.
No more anything.
Then your father bring me here.
I stay in the house. I don´t go out.
Nothing.
And then you´re born.
And I smile for the first time.
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
It is what I want, though, Mum.
Okay.
I´ll speak to your father.
He´s going to sort it all out.
Okay.
[ Mid-tempo music plays ]
Steve.
Sorry about this.
I didn´t think it would be appropriate
for me to use the boys´ changing room.
Can I, um... can I help you with something?
You don´t mind if I gave the lads a few tips, do you?
I know I might not look it now,
but I used to be a right flanker in my youth.
Yeah. I can believe it.
I imagine you´ve been really busy.
I bet you´ve haven´t had any time
to have a good look at the players.
Haven´t I?
-No. That´s where I step in. -Is it?
I´ve got an eye for talent, Steve.
Have you?
It´s one of my strong points.
I can spot potential instantly.
How do you think I found your wife?
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
Listen, Sadiq, why don´t you, um,
just go and join the players on the field, eh?
I´ll see you later.
All right, Steve.
SADIQ: Come on, lads.
Good stuff. Good stuff.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
WILL: Wake up. This is rubbish!
Bring it in.
You´re doing okay, lads. Real team spirit.
WILL: Team spirit ain´t gonna beat St. Mark´s.
We need to win.
Right. We´re gonna do the scrum.
Amin, you´re a hooker.
Steve, can I have a word?
Can I suggest we have a match?
Sharpen up their killer instinct.
STEVE: Whatever you say, Mr. Nawaz.
Mr. Simpson?
Just hang on a minute.
Lads, listen up.
Right. Oranges with me and the blacks with Mr. Bell.
Mr. Simpson, referee, please.
Okay. Uh, let´s warm up, then, lads.
[ Birds chirping, dog barking in distance ]
It´s better they learn from a proven winner,
on and off the pitch.
Don´t you think, Steve?
Mm.
SADIQ: Come on, sir! No time to waste!
What´s up with Mr. Bell?
I think I know.
Go on, boys.
Let´s have it.
[ Indistinct shouting, grunting ]
STEVE: Come on, boys. Nice and tight. Come on.
That´s it, lads. Head out.
[ Up-tempo music plays ]
Riz, watch. Watch. Watch.
[ Music continues ]
-[ Thud ] -BOYS: Ooh!
SADIQ: [ Groans ]
[ Laughter ]
STEVE: And that, lads, is why I always stress the importance
of a jockstrap and a protective box.
Mr. Bell, can I have a word?
Oh, nice tackle, Riz.
Your dad must have taught you well.
-Cheers, sir. -Yeah. Good one, son.
Right, lads. Come on. Hit the showers.
Riz, help your dad up.
[ Grunts ]
Nice one, lad. [ Chuckles ]
RIZ: Easy, now.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
St. Mark´s. And that´s just a practice.
[ Men chanting ]
They´re doing a haka.
Oh, we´re totally gonna get mashed.
The way we play, we are.
-The way you play. -You saying we can´t play, bro?
All right. Chill.
We can mash up their school bus before it gets here.
CORY: Oh, yeah. Nice one, Mo. What you gonna do?
Run it off the road on your little BMX?
No. It´s a idea, gangster style.
No, it´s not an idea, Zain.
My dad thinks we´re bunch of losers.
Yeah. Everyone does.
So let´s prove them wrong.
And let´s show them that we can lose with honor.
I mean, we may not have wanted it, boys,
but you know, we´re a team now.
We are Ackley Bridge!
-Ackley Bridge! -Ack!
Ack! Ack! Ack! Ack!
Ack! Ack...
So, what are we gonna do, bro?
[ Bird cawing ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
That Chloe Voyle´s got a right gob on her.
Do you know what she said this morning?
Are you all right?
I know it´s not the same without Hayley or Missy.
I wish we were back together again.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Kaneez?
-Have you got a minute? -Do I look like I have minute?
No, but it´s about Missy.
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
-You sure about this? -Nasreen do it all the time.
She´s like bloody monkey, isn´t she?
She´s 17.
I´m 36.
I thought you were older.
Do I look older?
Yeah.
[ Exhales deeply ]
[ Music continues ]
-You find her? -Shh.
I´m only bloody asking.
MISSY: The door was locked for a reason.
I knocked.
And did I say come in through the window?
She´s only trying to help you, love.
It´s okay, Mrs. Paracha.
Do you want me stay?
I-I´ve got it from here.
Okay.
It´s all right. You´re not staying.
I was worried about you. You haven´t been in school.
You didn´t seem that bothered when you grassed us up.
Nobody grassed anybody up.
-It -- It´s procedure. -Right.
Well, it might just have been procedure to you,
but it were our lives.
Well, it doesn´t have to be this way.
I´ve spoken to a social worker,
and she says there is a way to keep your family together.
But we need the cooperation of your mum.
Fantastic.
Yet again, my happiness is down to a junkie.
Stop feeling sorry for yourself!
Why?
Who else is gonna feel sorry for me?
"Oh, don´t worry, Missy. It´ll be all right.
Your mum will come off the drugs.
Hayley will be back bright as a new penny.
The sun will be shining,
and all the flowers in the garden will be smiling at you."
I can´t wait!
Do you have any idea how all this feels, Miss?
You haven´t got a clue, have you?
Shut the window on your way out.
KANEEZ: ♫ Dheere se aaja ri akhiyan mein ♫
♫ Neendiya aaja ri aaja ♫
♫ Dheere se aaja ♫
♫ Chupke se nainan ki bagiyan mein ♫
♫ Neendiya aaja ri aaja ♫
♫ Dheere se aaja ♫
Ever since you´re little, I´ve been saving
and buying bits and pieces for when you marry.
[ Indistinct conversations, dog barking in distance ]
These were mine.
My mother gave them to me when I became a woman.
Now they´re yours.
Come.
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
I can´t do it, Mum.
I can´t do it. I can´t get married.
-I don´t want to. I... -Oh, now, love...
I-I can´t wear any of this.
I can´t! I-I just can´t do it.
O-Okay. Okay. Okay.
Don´t cry. Don´t cry, my dear.
Oh.
Tell me what´s wrong. Sit down.
It´s an English boy? Hmm?
You like an English boy?
No, Mum. [ Sniffs ]
It´s not a boy.
You don´t get it.
It´s a girl.
It´s a girl that like the boy that you´re liking?
Hmm? [ Clicks tongue ]
[ Voice breaking ] No, Mum.
I love a girl.
What?
It´s what? Huh?
Mum, just listen to me. Just for a minute, okay?
I love a...
I love another woman, Mum.
[ Sniffs, sobs ]
I´m a lesbian.
Tawbah. Tawbah.
T-Tawbah.
Mum, please.
Tawbah. Tawbah.
-Mum, please. -No.
-Mum, please. I´m sorry. -No!
[ Speaking Punjabi ]
Mum. [ Sobs ]
Please.
Mum.
[ Door closes ]
-RAZIA: She in there again? -SALEEM: Yeah.
My mate Bilal says it´s the Pakistani menopause.
His mum´s got it.
Goes on till all the kids are married off
and you give them grandchildren.
-[ Speaking Punjabi ] -All right!
[ Speaking Punjabi ]
SALEEM: I´ve not even had any breakfast.
[ Door closes ]
[ Knock on door ]
NASREEN: Mum, can you open the door?
Mum, please say something.
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
[ Door opens, closes ]
-[ Knock on door ] -NASREEN: Missy!
Missy, it´s me!
[ Knocking continues ]
Missy!
[ Sobs ]
What´s a toe bar mean when it´s at home?
Not a toe bar.
It´s tawbah.
It means "God forgive."
There´s naught to forgive.
Maybe I should just go away.
I´m feel like I´m making everyone unhappy.
Only place you´re going is school.
Come on.
[ Sighs ]
Up and out.
Maybe I should say I´m sick today.
Lesbians need an education and all, you know.
And what about you?
I´ve got other fish to fry.
EMMA: Don´t forget your books, pens,
brains, and rubbish, et cetera, et cetera.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Sorry for being a brat.
You are a brat.
And I´m sorry for, um...
Well, absolutely nothing, really.
I was wondering if the brat...
would like a party to celebrate.
A party?
You´re kidding me. What, I can invite people?
Just a small one. It´s not a coming-out ball.
Uh, what about...
Oh, don´t worry.
I´ll make myself scarce.
But no booze.
[ Mid-tempo music plays ]
Tea and toast.
I can´t do aught spicy for breakfast.
What are you doing in here?
Could ask you the same question.
You should be in school.
-So should you. -I´m not well.
And I´m always late.
Missy, go now.
Just go to school. I´m very busy.
Don´t -- Don´t stop me now, ´cause I´m nervous as it is,
and it´s not often I say aught to you, Mrs. Paracha.
Not that anyone can ever get a word in edgeways.
No offense.
But sometimes you have to, like...thingamabob, don´t you?
What are you bloody talking about?
[ Indistinct conversations, dog barking in distance ]
Nasreen.
-No. -I haven´t said aught yet.
You don´t need to. You just called her Nasreen.
You never call her Nasreen. No.
No one´s ever cared for me the way you care for your kids.
Me nana were me nana. I know.
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
You´re different.
You´ve always been there. So why not now?
My best friend´s hurt.
She´s scared.
She needs you now more than she´s ever done.
[ Door closes ]
[ Music continues ]
[ Door opens ]
Got a minute?
Yeah.
You know, I had all this worked out in my head.
Look, Steve.
No. Just let me. Just let me.
I´ve been selfish and -- and not very nice.
You were angry.
I was only angry because now I know how you felt.
And...
...it don´t feel good.
I´m sorry.
Listen. I know it can´t be the same.
I don´t expect it to be.
But I, uh, I want to try and move past this, you know,
and just -- just -- just -- just move on.
I, um...
If that-- If that´s what you want.
It-- It´s all I want.
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
[ Music continues ]
[ Computer chimes ]
[ Music continues ]
[ Birds calling in distance ]
[ Indistinct conversations, vehicles passing ]
You all right, love?
Oh! Uh, yes. Sorry.
No, thank you.
Are you sure?
Yeah.
I...
I´m...
I´m looking for lesbians.
-My son, Riz. -[ Indistinct conversations ]
School captain Cory Wilson.
ALL: Down!
[ Shouting indistinctly ]
Stand firm, lads!
Halt!
ALL: St. Mark´s! St. Mark´s! St. Mark´s!
Aah!
WOMAN: Go on, lads.
MAN: Go on, lads.
Are we really gonna do this?
[ Whistles ]
[ Drums beating, crowd cheering ]
Come on, lads! Are we ready?!
I said are we ready!
Five, six, seven, eight!
[ Indistinct shouting, crowd cheering ]
-Wow. -They´re good.
[ Cheers and applause ]
[ Boys chanting ]
All right, lads. Come on. Warm up.
You´re all right. Didn´t think you´d be here.
Full of surprises, me.
Hello. Come to see your dad play some rugby?
Do you reckon he´s got my eyes, Miss?
Let´s hope he hasn´t inherited your brain.
See you.
[ Crowd cheering ]
Ladies.
Ah. Just in time.
I thought I might miss his legs.
I know I have.
Come on, Ackley!
[ Up-tempo music plays ]
[ Boys shouting ]
STEVE: Go on, Jordan!
-Oh! -Ooh!
WOMAN: Hey!
Oi! What are you playing at?
Almost took his head off, that.
Yeah. Saves you a job, Taliban Tom.
[ Liquid pouring ]
The flag outside. It´s a...
-Gay flag. -Ah. Hm.
You´re a...
Lesbian.
Oh.
Thanks God.
[ Crowd cheering ]
[ Whistle blows ]
Hey, hey!
Give your lads a bit more time,
they´ll be giving mine a run for their money.
Good game.
As I said to Mr. Bell, it´s not the winning that matters.
It´s the team spirit.
MANDY: Yeah. They did great.
We´ll get you next time.
Team spirit, is it?
What, when the manager is stabbing the coach in the back?
I´m not with you, Steve.
I know.
-Sir? -Hey, sir. Come on.
-Nice. -Let´s have him. Come on.
(BOYS) [ Chanting, clapping ] Mr. Bell! Mr. Bell!
Mr. Bell! Mr. Bell!
[ Cheers and applause ]
Thanks, lads. Nice one, lads.
And what does your mother say?
What could she say?
If it got out in our community that I was gay --
Sometimes our people are just so bloody backward.
I have friends who´ve never seen their family since coming out.
So you walk away from your family?
How could I?
I love them.
So I got married.
[ Door opens ]
Mummy! Mummy! Look!
Uh, sweetie, this is Kaneez´s auntie.
This is my daughter, Anjana.
Hello, beti. I´m loving that picture.
I love that. Very good.
And, uh, this is my partner, Kate.
-KATE: Hiya. -Hello, Kate.
And Bikram, my husband.
Hi.
So you marry a man who is gay. He like the men, huh?
[ Chuckles ] Yeah.
It´s a pretend marriage.
When we go home and visit the family,
we´re Mr. and Mrs. Kapoor.
But here, we´re Sita and Kate, Bikram and Rob.
And we all have our wonderful daughter.
That´s, clever, that, isn´t it? Huh?
Everybody happy, you know?
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Jordan.
Have you got a minute, lad?
Here´s your DNA results.
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
STEVE: Well?
He´s mine.
Good stuff.
[ Music continues ]
[ Indistinct conversations, laughter ]
-You told him? -Yes.
-What were you thinking of? -I-I couldn´t bear lying to him.
Wasn´t he better off ignorant?
At least he has the pretense of having a dutiful wife.
A dutiful wife? You...
You´ve just made him look stupid.
No, I´m the stupid one --
for letting myself be flattered by a puffed-up pillock like you.
You could´ve been anyone.
I was hurt, and I needed something to do.
So I did you.
Really.
Maybe he was better off not knowing, but...I knew.
So...I told him, because...
...because I love him.
Fine.
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
[ Music continues ]
SALEEM: Wow.
Chicken tandoori, kebabs.
It´s Eid all over again, Mum.
I heard you were hungry. Hmm?
Ah. Oi.
Go and take your bags off.
[ Whispering ] Pakistani menopause.
RAZIA: And don´t think about touching them kebabs.
They´re all mine.
[ Indistinct talking on television ]
KANEEZ: [ Exhales deeply ]
Mere bete.
That´s so good.
I still can´t believe you went to Hebden Bridge, you know.
That was nothing.
What you said to me...was...
I don´t know why I walked away.
Scared, I think.
Scared of all the changes, na?
Me, you...
We´ve both come long way lately, huh?
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
I´ll do anything for you.
Not forget that, huh?
No matter how hard...
...you´re my daughter, always.
[ Music continues ]
[ Rattling, sizzling ]
How did you get in?
You forgot to lock this door.
Good, this.
Mm. Jamie Oliver.
So what you gonna do about your mum?
She needs to get your sister home.
Where is she?
Don´t know.
Lost cause.
People are only lost when you stop looking.
Eh, na?
Got to want to be found first, haven´t they?
Me and your mum, we used to do this.
I would be doing washing up and she would --
-Me mum dried. -Don´t be stupid.
She hate bloody cleaning, your mum.
No. We talk about our kids.
Surprised she ever bothered.
She´s not always like you see her now, you know.
[ Indistinct conversations, vehicles passing in distance ]
Was she a good mum?
We all try to be good mum.
But sometimes life get in the way...
-[ Cellphone ringing ] -...and we need help and all.
Oh, I have to take this.
Hello?
Oh, thank you for calling.
Mm-hmm.
I saw you on the Internet.
[ Door closes ]
How are my kids doing?
Oh. Is that tea?
You were outstanding today, son.
Could have been me 30 years ago, the way you carved up that line.
I don´t think Mr. Bell knows how talented you are.
Chip off the old block, huh?
It´s time to face it, Riz -- You are your father´s son, eh?
[ Chuckles ]
[ Mid-tempo music plays ]
What was that "chip off the old block" thing about?
Believe me, you don´t want to know.
Typical Pakistani men, sticking together.
-You´re just like him. -I am not like him.
You really want to know what he´s like?
What are you talking about?
Ask him about Mrs. Carter.
What?
He´s sleeping with her, all right?
[ Water splashing ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
You´re not staying for drinks in the staff room,
celebrate the game?
Well, I´ll come back after I´ve got this lot sorted.
MISSY: Hello, Miss? I-I´m gonna find my mum.
-Missy? -She´ll be down Fairfax Street.
No. No, not by yourself. Not ´round there.
Sami?
Um, I´m coming.
Just -- Just stay where you are. Okay.
Uh, sorry, love. It´s an emergency.
Everybody out. You´re gonna have to get the bus.
I´m so sorry.
Sami, um, can I ask you a favor?
[ Vehicles passing ]
[ Engine idling ]
[ Mid-tempo music plays ]
EMMA: Missy, wait!
Missy!
Mum!
Mum.
All right, love.
What is it? Where´s our Hayley?
She´s been taken into care, Mum.
I know.
Simone, it´s Ms. Keane here, from school.
I know who you are. You took my kids away.
Mum, Ms. Keane is trying to help.
There is a way to get you all back together,
but...you can´t do this anymore.
It´s got to stop.
[ Man coughing ]
Can´t you think about us for a change?
When are you gonna be there for me, eh?
For Hayley?
I-I can´t do it on my own anymore!
I just can´t!
-Mum, are you listening to me? -[ Bottle clatters ]
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
SAMI: Come on. Let´s go.
I love you, darling.
You don´t! You love all this!
You stopped loving us years ago!
Come on.
Missy, love.
[ Music continues ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
NASREEN: Hey, look. She´s here.
Missy. Everything good?
Uh, Missy, look.
Don´t ask me why, but Mum says she´s gonna take us out tonight.
Go put some trouser on.
What? Why?
Just do it.
[ Music continues ]
SAMI: Is she gonna be all right?
I don´t know.
[ Bottles clank ]
Drinks are on Ms. Keane!
[ Cheering, up-tempo music plays ]
We´re off into town!
ALL: Whoo!
-What about your mum? -She don´t care.
Whaa!
[ Music continues ]
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
Oh.
Move! Move! Bloody move!
Shit! Oh, sorry.
Sorry.
What is she doing?
Oh. Oh!
-Whoa! [ Chuckles ] -Oh. Thanks God.
You´ll be Mrs. Paracha, then.
Did that rescue look real enough?
Oh, it was like "Baywatch" on ice.
What watch?
Oh, I don´t think you´d like that program.
That´s her over there.
The Asian one.
[ Laughing ] Yeah.
I think I got that bit, Auntie.
-Okay. -Yeah.
Here we go.
I made a friend.
Meet Naveed.
-I believe this is your mother. -You´re good at this, love.
I´ve done a bit.
Oh, I´ve seen you skating on the YouTube.
I do wish I could skate better.
-Practice. -Give her a lesson.
Mum.
No. I-I don´t mind.
Missy, I´ll buy you a slushy.
Come on, then. Let´s see what you´ve got.
MISSY: [ Laughs ]
[ Up-tempo music playing ]
Funny how we should all turn up here tonight at the same time.
He´s good, isn´t he?
Oh, aye.
Got a right flair for it, he has.
You don´t see many Pakistani lads ice skating, do you?
You conniving old so-and-so.
It´s like you said to me, Missy.
Life chuck a lot of things at you.
But sometimes it chucks the right bloody thing at you.
Eh, na?
Eh, na. [ Laughs ]
-[ Up-tempo music playing ] -Excuse me, girls, please.
Excuse me, pal. Let me just get past here, mate.
Excuse me, mate.
Excuse me, guys.
Oh, Chloe!
Oh, I should have bloody known you´d be involved!
Did you not think to stop her?
JORDAN: Don´t blame me. I rang you.
Come on. Come on, Chloe.
Oh.
Come on, lovey. Sit up.
That´s it. Sit up.
Put your arm round my neck.
Come on. This one as well.
Come on. Stand up.
I don´t know if you´ve sussed it, but Naveed is...
Gay.
Yeah, I do know.
He told me when we were out there.
[ Exhales deeply ] I mean...
it´s an option.
[ Snorts ] I love your mum.
So do I.
She´s asleep.
I thought you might need this.
Ta.
Hey, come on, you know?
She got drunk. We´ve all done it.
She´ll be fine.
I don´t know what to do.
I´ve never had to be a normal mum.
Well, you´ve never been normal.
I feel like I´m failing her.
No. No, you´re not.
You know, you´re both just... playing roles.
You´re pretending to be mum and daughter
when you should just be honest about what you do have.
[ Exhales deeply ]
And what about us?
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
Get some sleep.
Good night.
[ Door opens, closes ]
[ Door opens ]
Hey.
STEVE: Hey.
I can´t. I can´t...
I can´t do it.
[ Music continues ]
[ Laughter ]
Oh. All right.
Missy, you know where we are, right?
I´ll be fine.
KANEEZ: You know, he´s a natural.
NASREEN: He´s not as good as you, though is he?
[ Laughter ]
[ Music continues ]
[ Up-tempo music plays ]