7x05 - Rise Pt. 1

[bunniefuu]

[PHONE RINGS]

MAN: Er, hi. I want to arrange an appointment.

COOK: Where you at?

44 Hillingdon Drive.

All right. Ten minutes.

[PHONE BEEPS]

One thing I've learnt is that you should never look back.

The past is dead and buried. You get nothing from living there.

It's all about today.

But I've been having these dreams.

In them, nothing's real.

Nothing's solid, everything's fantasy.

f*cked.

An illusion.

In these dreams, I'm a life that's already gone by.

Get in, mate...

Today means nothing.

What you after...?

Today is just a ghost that's haunting me.

Ugh!

Agh!

You really are f*cking stupid, aren't you? Eh?

[PHONE RINGS]

Yeah?

'Yeah, you got something for me?'

Same spot, mate.

I'm at the end of the world, on the edge of things, and I think about letting go.

Hey, gorgeous. Got some sweeties for me?

I think about falling.

My name is James Cook.

I did something once.

My ghosts won't let me forget it.

I told you not to come here.

I'm not f*cking ya, so either buy some petrol or f*ck off.

What, so I'm a f*cking cr*ck whore now?

I'm not f*cking ya.

I'm not f*cking ya.

[SHE PANTS AND MOANS]

Ah! Ah, yeah!

[THEY PANT AND MOAN]

Oh!

Ems...

..I need somewhere to stay.

Ah, come on, man. When are you going to get your own place?

What's the point? The point is, we don't live together.

I'm just a bit sick of sleeping in me car, that's all.

[SHE TUTS]
I'll be home in four hours.

You can stay, yeah, until I get back.

[KEYS JINGLE]

All right. Cheers.

Cheeky c**t.

♪ Ba-doo ba-bow! ♪

[MUSIC THUDS ON CAR STEREO]

[TYRES SQUEAL]

Bop! Bop!

Ha-ha-ha! Cook, man, what's happening?

How many so far?

Three.

Oof! Eight, man. Eight!

Got nearly a G in the bank already.

You need to start playing catch-up, kid!

Right, get to it, then, lad. The night is young and so are we.

[ENGINE REVS]

Look after yourself, lad.

[ENGINE ROARS]

Once you run, you get used to being scared.

I don't even notice it any more.

A background hum.

But sometimes it gets loud, like someone's turned the volume right up.

You've got to feel it, really feel it.

Accept it.

And then it's just noise again.

But you'll never stop hearing it.

[DOG BARKS]

- Not ever.

[BANGING ON DOOR, DOG BARKS]

Police!

[BANGING ON DOOR]

EMMA: Wake up!

Oh...f*ck's sake!

[KNOCKING CONTINUES]

All right, I'm up! I'm up.

f*cking 'ell.

[YAWNS]

Hiya. I've told you, you don't need to double-lock.

[DOOR CLOSES]

What do you think's going to happen?

You look like sh*t.

Yeah, it's early, innit?

You got to go, Cook. I need to sleep.

Yeah, I know, I know, I know.

All right. I'm off.

Do I at least get a kiss?

No, Cook, you got to go.

All right.

All right, guys? What you after?

Er, what do we want again?

I want one, yeah.

No, you want two, I want one.

Right, and I want two, so that's...

That maths GCSE paying off, Susie?!

Oh, f*ck off, Norman. Erm, four, please.

I actually think I've only got enough for...one.

Oh, my God, why do you have to make everything so complicated?

I'm not making this complicated.

Yeah, you are. You're being an idiot. I'm trying...

I've got enough for one!

[ALL TALK AT ONCE]

Guys, guys, whoa, whoa, whoa! Hey, hey!

How much have you got?

Thank you. Ta.

OK, so you've got enough for one...

Four and three-quarters.

Good maths! But I... I don't do quarters, so...

You look after that, sweetheart. And them.

Cheers. All right, you happy?
- Yeah.

You guys, you happy?

Yeah, thanks.

All right, piss off, then.

[THEY GIGGLE]

f*cking kids.

One...

..two...

..three... four...

..five...
[PHONE RINGS]

Ey up, Louie.

'Cook, where you at, man?'

Just in the park, mate, on some gym sh*t.

'Pumping iron, yeah?! Listen, d'you reckon you could come round?'

Yeah, all right.

'Awesome. Could you pick up some stuff on the way?'

Stuff? You mean stuff-stuff?

'I mean eggs, bacon, milk, bread. For breakfast.'

Ah, OK. Yeah, all right.

'Get a receipt, yeah?'

[PHONE BEEPS]

[CHECKOUT BEEPS]

All right, mate.

LOUIE: Ah, f*ck you! f*ck you!

f*ck you! f*ck you!

[g*nf*re FROM GAME]

[EXPLOSIONS FROM GAME]

Ah, f*ck!

Ah, f*ck it.

Louie....

Cook man! Good to see ya!

Ah, yeah.

How's it diddling, buddy? You all right?

Did you bring the bacon?

[HE SNIGGERS] This guy... Straight down the line, no f*cking about.

Right, Cooko?

Right.

Well, I could def go for full English.

Rob, d'you mind doing the honours?

Yeah, yeah. Give it here, Cook, mate. Aye.

Ah, sh*t. Erm...

Right, listen. My girlfriend's coming back from Newport any second - you've got to skedaddle. OK?

Thank you very much. Bye!

WOMAN: All right, Jesus!

[LOUIE SIGHS]
Sit down.

Speakin' of the fairer sex, Cooko, I need a favour off you.

Yeah?

Yeah, well, the thing is, I'm well busy ATM, with the party imminent and whatnot, and the missus, she needs someone to drive her about the next day or so.

We're buying a house, see, and she's got viewings and whatever and all that other girlie sh*t.

What about my rounds?

Ah, Jason's got that covered. You can miss a day. So... you got my back?

Yeah, I got you, Louie. Whatever you want.

My boy! So f*cking straight! Down the line!

Straight. No f*cking about.

Bam! That's you.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Ah, it's the girl herself!

You all right, Charlie?

That is the last time - the last time -

I am going to f*cking Wales, you hear me?

Newport is a f*cking sh*t hole.

I'm telling you, Louie, never again.

All right, all right.

Babe, chill. Did you get it OK?

Yeah, yeah. All in there, same as always. Cool.

Mmm!

You did good, darlin'.

Yeah, yeah. f*ck you.

[SHE LAUGHS]

Thank you.

Newport, eh?

I don't mind, really.

When you look like I do, I could be smuggling anthr*x cut with Bin Laden's pubes in my vag*na - no-one would stop me.

So you're going to be my Driving Miss Daisy?

Yes, ma'am.

[MUSIC STARTS]

So you'll see immediately that there's lots of space.

Lots of light.

It's massive!

Right this way.

You can enjoy complete privacy.

Ah, yeah, I can even go skinny-dipping.

Well, yes.

Ah, it's warm!

Well, it's heated.

How much?

Sorry?

For the house, how much?

Can you give us a moment?

I just want to talk it through with my boyfriend.

Oh, yes, of course. Take as much time as you like -

I'll be out in my car when you've finished.

What are you doing? Trying before buying it.

Oh, I don't think that you should...

Whoo!

[SHE GASPS]

Oh, my God! It's really f*cking awesome!

You should get in here!

Nah.

Oh, come on! It's warm.

I'm all right.

Oh, Come on. Have fun for once in your life.

No, man, listen!

I'm not some f*ckin'...

Just no.

All right. Jeez.

Turn around.

Hmm?

I'm wearing lace. It's wet. Turn around.

What's with you, Cook?

What do you mean?

I... Oh, turn around, for f*ck's sake.

I want to know what's with you.

No.

No, nothing's with me.

Well, there is.

Something's going on.

What happened to you?

You think, because I don't want to come swimming with you, that I've got something to hide?

I'm thinking that, once, you would've jumped in without a second thought. Right?

All that down-the-line sh*t that Louie's going on about...

..it's bollocks, isn't it?

It's no good for you, you know.

What? What you're doing.

What's this?

I'm never wrong about this sh*t, Cook.

Tell me what happened to you.

No.

I know Louie's cheating on me.

I don't care!

[DOOR CLOSES]

Just drop me here.

Don't you want to go home?

Nope.

Do me a favour. Don't tell Louie you dropped me here.

Well, how you going to get home?

[DOOR SLAMS]

[HE SIGHS]

[PHONE RINGS]

ROB: 'Yeah, come and get the stuff, mate.'

[PIGEON COOS]

Yo, Rob?

Yo!

Anyone here?

Cooko!

[GLASS BOTTLE ROLLS]

Cooko!
[LOUIE WHISTLES]

I'm up here!

Ey up, Louie.

Welcome to paradise.

So, what d'you think?

It's a bit of a sh*thole, mate, innit?

[HE LAUGHS]
That it is, my friend, But just you wait till tomorrow night, you won't know it's the same place.

Pinkie promise.

Come on up!

Sit down, man.

D'you want a line?

Nah.

Is Rob around?

Rob's running an errand, mate.

But...I've got your stuff.

No worries.

I'd better get going then, mate.

Hey...

..d'you want a beer?

It's cold.

So...

..how'd you get on with Charlie yesterday?

Yeah, sound. Yeah, nice girl.

Yeah, she is, she is.

Yeah. So, erm, what? You looking at houses and sh*t?

Yeah, we went to look at this house.

It was nice, mate, you should buy it.

Yeah.

That I might, Cook. That I might.

What, you, erm, just dropped her off at home after that and...?

Mm-hmm.

Did you notice anything?

What d'you mean? You know...

You know what I mean. With Charlie.

Did you notice anything...funny?

Nah, nah. Nothing funny, mate, no.

It's what I like about you, Cook.

Straight down the line, you are. Right?

Right.

I'm in love with that girl.

You know, proper like, I love her to pieces.

Y-y-you get what I'm saying?

Yeah, Louie.

I can't be doing with disloyalty, Cook.

That sh*t, it...it kills my buzz, it f*cking fucks with my circuits, you know what I mean? Like...

Yeah? Yeah?

Course, mate.

Angry, mate, I get, erm...
[HE CLEARS HIS THROAT]

I get real f*cking angry sometimes.

All right, matey.

See you tomorrow.

Who you, er, who you bringing?

Emma, my girlfriend.

You're on the guest list, so don't be...don't be queuing, yeah?

OK, mate, yeah. Nice one.

I'll see you tomorrow, then. I'm, er... looking forward to it, mate.

You won't recognise the place, man!

That's a promise!

Ah!

So, what's going on?

Well...

You know Charlie?

Yeah, Louie's chick, nice girl. She's...hot, right?

Yeah. Yeah, well, Louie asked me to drive her around for him for the day, like.

Yeah, and...?

And...

I got a weird vibe off her.

Like how?

Like she was into you?

Well, yeah.

Well, I don't know. Maybe.

And then she asked me to drop her off in the middle of nowhere and not tell Louie about it. What do you reckon to that?

You're asking me? sh*t, man, I don't know.

What, so this chick's into you?

I-I don't know that.

So what?

You're going to tell Louie that his missus is screwing around and might be into you?

Nothing happened, right?

Jesus.

Listen, lad, you didn't see sh*t and you don't know sh*t.

Sleeping dogs and all that, OK?

Look, what he don't know...

Thanks.

I got to go and pick her up.

In a bit, yeah?

Yo, it's me.

'This is Louie. I can't talk. So...whatever.'

[BEEP]

All right?

There was a line.

Hey, what am I apologising to you for?

f*ck, I am fricking starving.

You want a chip?

No, ta.

Let's go, bitch.

OK, coming right up.

WITH MOUTH FULL: Let's go, m*therf*cker!

♪ ...A woman to help me through the night
♪ I've got a real fine love
♪ Making everything all right
♪ Always makes me feel good
♪ Feel good every day... ♪

[SEQUINS RATTLE]

What d'you think?

Nice.

"Nice"?

[SEQUINS RATTLE]

That's all you're giving me, nice?

What's wrong with nice?

This is a 500-quid, bust-a-nut, f*ck-me-hard dress.

It's supposed to be a lot better than nice.

Let's try again, bitch.

Is this a test?

Yeah, it's a test.

You pay me a compliment in the next five seconds or I cut your knackers off.

Very nice.

[LAUGHS]

[CHUCKLES]
OK, OK, you want my opinion?

Er, yeah.

Right, well, it's a banging dress, you look hot.

But I don't think you should buy it.

Why not?

Well, I don't know women's clothing or whatever but, to me, that's a dress of someone who's got something to prove.

I'm Louie's girlfriend.

You don't think I've got something to prove?

Ah, you're already there, trust me.

I'll take it.

[SEQUINS RATTLE]

You should go easy on that sh*t.

[INHALES DEEPLY]

Yeah, well, if I do enough, it stops.

What stops?

Everything.

What's happened, Cook?

Oh, yeah.

Funny day, that's all.

Me boss is throwing a party tonight.

Thought you might want to go.

Go with you?

Yeah.

Like a date?

If you want.

Yeah, I'd like that.

[HEAVY DRUM AND BASS]

[CHEERS AND WHISTLES]

'Scuse me. Just part the way, lads.

Are you looking for someone?

What?

I said, are you looking for someone?

Nah. What d'you think?

Yeah, not bad.

Cook!

Jason, mate. You made it.

Looking sharp, mate.

Easy. You, too.

Hello, who is this lovely lady?

Jason, Emma.

Ooh. Enchante, Emma. Mwah!

Nice to meet you.

Anyway, enjoy.

Cook?

Yeah?

He gave us something.

Some kind of bombs.

Oh, f*cking Jason, man. Total player!

You know what I mean?

Whoa, whoa! You don't know what's in that, yeah?

Oh, Jesus, you ain't my f*cking mum.

It's my night off, so I'm gonna have some fun.

Are you coming?

Yeah, f*ck it.

[GAGS]

[MUSIC BECOMES LIVELIER]

What was that for?

Come on, let's dance.

[CHEERS AND WHISTLES]

[MUSIC CONTINUES]

f*cking yes!

f*cking do it, yeah! Yeah!

[EMMA LAUGHS]

[RETCHES AND SPITS]

Ah, sh*t.

[SPITS]

Oh, bollocks.

[SPITS]

You OK?

Yeah.

[SPITS]

What the hell was in that sh*t?

I'm fine.

I am tripping my tits off but I'm fine.

Yeah, well...

[SHIVERS]

[COOK SPITS]

Who's that girl?

[SPITS]
What girl?

You know who I mean. You kept looking at her.

Oh, don't worry about it.

[SIGHS AND SHIVERS]

Who is she?

I said don't worry about it.

Argh, sh*t!

f*cking hell, I've got a splitter.

All right, I'll get you some water. Wait here.

[SPITS]

Agh!

Ooh...

WOMAN: Get off me! MAN: Hey!

WOMAN: f*ck you! Argh!

Hello?

[WOMAN CRIES OUT]

[MAN LAUGHS]

WOMAN: Agh!

Everything OK?

God, yes!

Agh!

Oh, f*cking hellfire.

[SHE MOANS AND PANTS]

Oh, God!

Oh! Oh!

Oh, my God! Jason! Jason, stop! There's someone...!

f*ck.

Jason, stop!

sh*t! Cook!

Yo, Cook, man!

Hey, it's all right.

The f*ck are you doing?

Stop it!

Jason, stop it!

Keep your f*cking mouth shut, yeah?

Leave him!

Jason, come on, let's go!

You all right, Cook, man? Your f*cking mouth shut?

Better keep your mouth shut, bitch.

Or you're my f*cking bitch.

Hear me?

Come on, let's go.

Come on!

Ugh...

[PANTS]

[GROANS]

[SPITS]

[DOOR OPENS]

Why are you...?

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACH]

Oh, my God. Cook!

Why are you lying to me?

Tell me what's going on.

It's nothing, babe.

Are you in trouble?

Nowt I can't handle.

Well, you don't look like you're handling it that well.

What do you want me to say to you, Em?

Let's get out of here.

Hm?

Let's just go.

You got money, right?

Let's just get in your car and f*cking...

...drive!

Where?

Anywhere.

Anywhere. Let's get out of this sh*t hole.

Yeah, OK.

OK?

Yeah.

Let's do it, right now.

[PHONE RINGS]

OK!

'I want to see you.'

'Mulligan Street.'

'On the corner.'

[LINE CLICKS]

Who was that?

It's nothing, babe. Don't worry.

Is it that girl? The girl from the party?

For once, yeah, be honest.

Be honest.

Forget it.

Emma...

No, just f*cking... f*cking forget it. I don't know a f*cking thing about you.

Who the hell are you?

Where did you come from?

Tell me!

No.

Well, get the f*ck out, then.

[GROANS]

Let's go.

Where to?

Just drive.

I'm dead sorry about what happened, Cook.

I didn't want you to get hurt.

Yeah, well, you really know how to pick them, darlin'.

And I've got the f*cking broken ribs to prove that.

You need to stop messing about. Louie's no f*cking idiot.

He'll find out.

So just f*cking stop.

I don't have to listen to you.

I don't know a f*cking thing about you.

I'm serious.

Yeah, well, so am I!

Who are you?

You're some kid who came out of nowhere and started telling me what to do.

Why should I listen to you?

Cos I f*cking know about this sh*t, all right?

Tell me.

Tell me what happened to you.

What are you running from?

Tell me.

I k*lled someone.

[ENGINE STOPS]

Do you regret it?

It happened. That's it.

It's all right, Cook.

It's OK.

Yeah.

But you can't keep running for ever.

You've got to be who you are.

Says who?

Says the universe, Cook.

You're Cook, right?

So be him.

Be Cook.

No.

Cook's a good guy.

Cook's honest.

Cook's decent.

Stop it! f*ck! Just...f*cking stop it!

Cook's honourable.

Cook's sexy.

Be sexy for me, Cook.

Come on.

For me.

Be Cook...for me.

[COOK MOANS]

[CHARLIE GASPS]

[THEY MOAN]

Oh, f*ckin' yeah, go on.

Yeah.

[PHONE RINGS]

Oh...leave it!

[CONTINUES TO RING]

Leave it.

[STOPS RINGING]

[PHONE RINGS]

Ah, yeah. Go on, then.

Oh, God, leave it!

f*ck!

LOUIE: Hey, Cooko!

I need a hand.

Oi.

Yeah? Yeah, go on, Louie. Wha...what's up?

I need you to pick up Charlie and come round here.

Yeah. Yeah, sure. Sure. Where's here?

The new house, mate!

I bought that sh*t. Come on over, we're having a proper mitzvah.

OK. OK, yeah. Yeah, I'll...I'll get Charlie, I'll be right over.

See you, bruva.

sh*t.

We gotta go.

OK.

[DOOR OPENS]

Cooko!

Charlotte!

Sweetie.

All right, mate?

What happened to your face, man?

Oh, it's nothing, I just got b*at down, mate. I'm sound.

Well, grab a beer, take it easy. Sit down.

You're all right, mate. Here y'are.

So...

Thank you.

..what do you think of our new home? Mm.

It is pretty f*cking P-I-M-P, boss.

That it is.

But...it's more than that, yeah? It's...it's a house to grow old in.

It's a...it's a house to have...kids in? Right, baby?

Yeah.

You like?

Yeah, Lou, I told you, I love it.

What else do you love?

I love you, Louie.

Yeah?

Then why are you f*cking one of my mates, then?

What?

I know what's going on.

Mm? Mm-hmm.

I don't have to take this sh*t.

Call me when you want to apologise, yeah, Louie?

Charlotte...

..sit the f*ck down.

Louie... Shut the f*ck up, Cook.

Now, everyone chill.

Chill.

Nothing is f*cked that can't be fixed, at least that's what I think.

We can all go on the same way...it always was.

Right?

Rob?

Yeah. Right, mate.

I'm just gonna, um...yeah, I'm just gonna... subtract one thing.

Streamline my operation, like.

Mm.

Rob?

[ROB COUGHS]

Mate.

Get up.

What the f*ck is this, man?

f*ckin'... What the f*ck?!

Get the f*ck off me!

You think I wouldn't find out?

Ah, f*ckin' hell!

I'm f*cking Louie!

Get the f*ck off me!

You don't get that sh*t past me, m*therf*cker.

I haven't done f*ck all! f*ck you!

No! No, f*ck off!

Ah! Ah!

Get the f*ck off me!

[WATER SPLASHES]

[JASON SPLUTTERS AND SHOUTS UNDER WATER]

[JASON GASPS]

You f*cked my girl, Jason.

I can't be letting you get away with that.

[JASON GASPS AND SPLUTTERS]

[WATER SPLASHES]

He's dying, Louie.

Yeah. I know. It's f*cked up, innit?

Hm?

What have you got to say for yourself?

Didn't think so.

[WHIMPERS]

[BOTTLE TOP POPS]
ROB: Done, mate.

f*ck.

Oh, dear.

Oh, f*ck.

Whoo!

sh*t.

Unh!

Sorry, mate.

Sorry.

UNDER HIS BREATH: f*ck.

Come on.

Clean up this mess.

We've gotta go. What?

Pack your sh*t.

Come on! We've gotta go, man.

Cook...what's going on?

Cook! What's going on? Cook?

Listen, listen, listen, listen.

You wanted me to be honest with you. I'm being honest with you now.

We've got to get the f*ck out of here. Just like we said, f*ck off out of town.

You tell me everything. Yeah, I will, I promise.

We just gotta get moving, OK?

OK.

Come on.

[PHONE RINGS]

Yeah?

'Cook, you got to help me.'

'I'm so scared, please...'

Who is it?

'Please come, Cook. Come to me, please.'

Where are you?

'I'm at the bus station.'

'I don't know what to do.'

'Cook?'

OK.

OK...

What you doing?

Cook?

Cook, where you going?

Cook?

Cook, don't go back.

Cook!

Don't go back!

Is it safe here?

I think so.

Emma? What on earth are you doing here?

Hi, Mum.

Did you f*ck him?

Fight for me, don't just...lie down.

Where's the g*n?

WOMAN: Cook?

You broke my heart, babe. Snap, f*ckin' snap.

How long do we have to go on?

Till it's finished.