Bad Boy Bubby

Be still!

Princess Pink.

Princess Pink.

Such a good little boy...

That's right...

That's a good boy, Bubby...

Good boy...

Good little boy...

Toilet...?

Don't move!

Jesus can see everything.

He tells me you moved,

by Christ, I'll beat you brainless!

Be still!

Bubby naughty...

Oh, Christ!

What you done?!

You... filthy little c*nt!

You dirty little sh*t!

I'll send you to hell,

just you see,

you'll go to hell,

and your eyes will fall out,

and your prick will fall off,

you dirty little SLIME!

You're such a good little boy...

Mummy does love

her little Bubby...

You like'em, don't you, Bub...

Beautiful, ain't they?

Good little boy...

Be still!

Be still!

BE STILL, YOU LITTLE C*NT!

By Christ, I'll beat you brainless!

Can't come outside,

'cause no gas-mask!

And Bubby DIE!

Now be still!

Poison!

Poison!

If the poison don't get you?

Then God will.

Don't you bloody forget it.

Don't you bloody forget it!

Where Kat from?

Outside.

How come he ain't...

...no gas-mask?

Don't need it.

Don't breathe.

How don't breathe?

That... ain't breathin'.

Eat!

I know you're in there, Florence!

I'll be back!

What?

Want to go out, do you?

Want to go out to see

what it's like, do you?!

Want to go outside?!

Cough, choke?!

DIE?!

I know, you're in there, Florence!

I'll be back!

Bubby a good little boy.

Mummy's little boy.

Shut up!

Don't be disgusting!

Anybody there?

Come on!

I know you're in there!

Go away!

Florence? Open up or

I'll bust the door down!

I know it's you!

I've seen you come and go!

That's funny... That's funny...!

All these years and

I didn't know I had a son!

Not so funny.

Christ, Florence! You've got

to see the funny side of things!

I've been waiting for you

Yes... well...

I meant to come back

sooner, didn't I?

Just...

Well, just I didn't get

round to it before.

I'm here now, ain't I?

Yes...

Yes, you are...

You're here now.

God...

Thirty-five years...

Gone quick!

You still look good, Flo.

You always were

a good-looking broad!

You always were the charmer...

Yep.

Charmed a few girls in my time.

And yet I never knowed I had a son!

Good, healthy-looking specimen, too.

You done well, Flo.

Hey, son!

You can call me Pop!

I'm your Pop!

Pop.

Pop.

He's gettin' the idea.

Pop.

Pop-pop-pop...

Pop.

- Pop-pop-pop-pop...

- Yeah, yeah...

Alright, don't go making

a big thing of it.

Listen, Flo.

I know I should have been back

sooner and I'm sorry and all that.

But do you reckon, you know...

You and me...

You know...

Will you still have me, Flo?

I don't know.

You bein' a man of God now...

Oh, that...

Did a bit of preaching

part-time, nothing in it.

How about it, then?

Make an honest women of you!

Don't know if I can

trust you, Harold.

Hey, what's up, son? You got

a mental condition or something?

If you and me are gonna learn

to live together...

...we gotta have some respect!

Comprendez?

I think he comprends.

How about some refreshment, love?

Sorry, Harold.

Hey, son!

Me and your mother

would like to have a bit of a talk.

How about going outside?

Bubby ain't used to going outside.

By himself...

Son, you ain't a poofter, are you?

I don't want any son of mine

growing up to be a... homosexual.

I'd disown him first.

You got to try to understand...

Me and Bubby...

We been here... hm...

by ourselves a long time.

But he ain't like other kids.

He was such a difficult birth.

All alone in here,

no one to help you...

I didn't think

I'd pull through.

So you gotta try to understand.

As long as he ain't a poofter.

Oh, no. No, he ain't.

Dry old conversation, Flo!

Pardon?

Dry old conversation!

Oh, sorry!

We don't get very many visitors!

Hm, would a sherry do?

Any port in the storm...!

Any port in the storm...

I can see right down

your dress, Flo.

God, you've got great tits!

They were big before,

but now they're great

big whoppers of things!

You're just being nice!

No, seriously, Flo.

They're the sort of tits

a man can really lose himself in.

Bury his face and forget

about the troubles of-

What troubles, Harold?

What troubles can a man forget?

Let go, Bubby, let go!

Jesus...! He's mad!

The f***ing bastard!

Harold! Harold, it's...

- He was trying to kill me! - He was not!

- You mad, you bastard!

He didn't mean you any harm,

he was just trying to see

whether you breathed or not.

What?!

It's not his fault, he's got

some strange ideas.

You can't blame the kid.

He can't help it.

He never had a father.

Nearly killed the

only one he's got.

Christ, kid! You're a weirdo!

Weirdo.

Christ, kid. You're a weirdo.

Christ, kid.

You're a weirdo!

You've got lovely skin, Flo.

Soft, and sexy.

You're a sexy woman.

You make it hard

for a red-blooded man

to keep his hands off you.

You have lovely hands, Harold.

Be a pity not to

be using them.

What's that you've found, then?

Don't know.

Don't know what this could be.

It's me dress that's

what you've found.

Yeah...

But what's this,

under the dress?

You have already

had your look at it.

Is it...?

Is it?

You'll have to wait and see!

Gates of Paradise...

One of the seven

wonders of the world!

Do you really think so?

Yes.

It's not too big?

It's perfection, Flo.

Oh, that's lovely...

Hey, you see...?

Oh yeah, do that again...

Oh, that's nice...

HEY! Get the f*** out of here!

You pervert!

Give your mother some privacy!

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