Ratcatcher

For God's sake,

look at the state of my curtain.

Look at you.

If I've told you once,

I've told you umpteen times.

Keep your trousers

tucked in your boots.

Ryan Quinn!

Are you listening to me?

Come here.

- Ma, can I go out and play?

- You can go out after.

Ma, leave it. I'll do it.

I look like a spaz

with them tucked in.

You won't say that when you trip

and fall on your backside.

I look stupid.

You keep 'em tucked in.

Is your foot in?

- Yes.

I'll do it myself.

Ma, can I go out and play?

- No, you can't.

- Ma, where are you going?

Ma, can I go out and play, please?

You're going to see your dad.

Don't you want to see your dad?

James, what are you up to?

What are you doing?

You fucking bastard!

Did you shit yourself?

I got you one there, huh?

I think this is what I'm looking for.

- Hi, how you doing?

- Fine. How are you?

- Just going to Susan's.

- Say hello for me.

See you later.

I thought it was you.

To the little man.

Get the f*ck away from there!

Hey, beat it!

This is me.

You're not going to let me

walk up here by myself.

Look, why don't you come up

to my place for a little coffee?

George, what you need

is a good woman to look after you.

George!

Where have you been?

Go back to sleep.

Watch where you're going!

A little mouse!

Don't be touching it, darling.

No, no, no. Give me your hand.

Don't, please.

You can't touch it. It's vermin.

- It's just a little mouse.

Well, these conditions

speak for themselves.

You can't possibly deny

that there is a very considerable

health risk under which

many of the good people

of Glasgow are at present living.

There's a risk in the form

of decomposition of this material,

a risk of fire,

a risk of it being spread by rats,

which are notorious vectors

of disease.

Remember Pete Connelly? He waited

months before he heard anything.

You've told me already.

Well, they ended up

with a great house, didn't they?

They were going to throw

this stuff out at work.

What's that for?

It's brand-new.

Hasn't even been opened.

What color is it?

It's a kind of pastel shade.

You've got to be joking.

It's gray!

- It's pale blue.

- Your ass it is.

Look at it in the light.

It's pale blue.

Definitely.

- You're not putting that up in here.

- Why not? It's good-quality paint.

- It's bloody horrible!

Look, give this place

a couple of coats,

cheer it up a little bit,

it's going to look beautiful.

What's the point?

We're moving.

Yeah, maybe.

There's tea in the pot

if you want some.

All right, I'm off.

It's good-quality paint.

James, don't you go near that canal.

Do you hear me?

What are you staring at,

you little pervert?

- That's my ma's.

- So? What's it got to do with you?

Do you want a photo?

- Of you?

Stop making a mess of that table.

Shut up.

Hey, gorgeous!

Where are you going?

Don't you have a pal or something?

Where are you going?

Nowhere.

Make yourself useful.

Get me a can of beer from the fridge.

What?

Go on, do what I tell you.

Move.

Yes! You beauty!

Go on, son!

Beautiful, Celtic, beautiful!

I'm telling my dad on you.

My head!

- Big girls don't cry.

Go away.

- You gonna tell my da?

- Yes, I'm telling.

And I'll tell him

you drank his beer as well.

Anne Marie, shut up!

Okay, I won't tell.

- So you're not gonna tell my da?

- No, I won't tell.

Where's my beer?

Dad?

Where were you?

You gonna watch football?

It's an old firm game.

- I don't like football.

- I like football, Dad. Can I watch it?

You come over here

and watch it with me.

I've got it. Over here!

Where's the little mouse?

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