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Ah, Grimsby, the finest fish dock in all the world.
Born out of nothing when our Viking friend Ol' Grim
landed ashore looking to snag a few eels.
Industry arrived and before we knew,
it went from being a tiny little fishing village
to largest port in the world.
Boats by the hundreds, thousands upon thousands
of trawlermen, fish caught by the billion.
You couldn't move for smartly-dressed trawlermen back on land
in their new tailored suits and their creeper boots.
Money was everywhere, the whole town awash with cash.
Grimsby was thriving, rocking, but then rather quickly,
it all went to shit.
Bowing under American pressure,
Crossland has agreed to a 200-mile exclusion zone
around Iceland, effectively killing the fishing industry.
Since the end of the Cold War,
Grimsby's port has gone from housing hundreds
of independent trawling companies to just two.
With the closure this week of Sampson Trawling…
Barr Fisheries owner, Donald Barr, looks today to host
what could be a do-or-die meeting for the company.
…will sell the land as part of the town's redevelopment programme.
That's me, Curly Dean, 5'11 and 160 pounds
of Grimsby's finest.
So, what does a man who has it all dream about you ask?
Handsome bastard, tick. Charming, tick.
Minted, tick, tick, tick.
Well, I will be, once we flog this ice-packed bounty
of soon-to-be battered and deep fried aquatics.
The main thing you need to know about the common trawlerman is,
we're not like other folk, we're freaks,
we risk life and limb, make big bank,
then set fire to it.
When my death's always round the corner…
it's 'cause it is.
What we're looking at here is one of a dying breed,
trawlermen, son of trawlermen, son of trawlermen.
This is a man with fish in his bones
and more than two sheets in the wind.
This is a man with seawater coursing through his veins
like a rare hooky vodka.
Now, I know, you're thinking this fisherman's rather tasty,
fetching, not entirely without a certain jus de vu.
Whereas young Budgie here, you're thinking
this boy could only be half man, half milkshake on a good day.
Am I right?
Old Budgie's not really cut out for life at sea,
he's not really cut out for life.
He only really got this gig 'cause his mum wants him out of the house
while she's belly bumping Mr Barr, AKA the Big Boss.
That said, Budgie does bring his own unique skillsets
to the workplace.
Oh, Curls, I had this well weird dream
that Mr Barr was operating on me whilst I was awake,
but he swapped my eyes with me balls.
I could see inside me scrotum.
Come here, mate, bring it in.
You see what I mean?
Ah, gizza look, gizza look.
We're on, Budgie boy, best place on Earth.
Welcome, fuckers, to Grimsby.
♪ Against all odds ♪
♪ I'm still here ♪
♪ Brought up on seabird wine ♪
♪ And home-brewed beer ♪
♪ We should have no more class But I've got home ♪
♪ But that's all gone up in smoke ♪
♪ Do you still love me now I'm broke? ♪
♪ I'm still here ♪
♪ I'm in paradise ♪
♪ I'm in, I'm in, yeah ♪
Now, my old man reckons that back in the '60s,
you could walk across the trawlers from one side of Grimsby to the other.
You see, trawlermen like my dad were rock stars once upon a time,
screwed by the Tories, ridiculed by the Liberals.
We've been sold down river more than once since the glory days,
but mark my words,
Grimsby will re-emerge from the depths like a sperm whale,
or like your old man in a bubble bath, magnificent boner,
glistening in the foamy spray.
So, say it once, say it loud and say it firm,
to the ocean we are born and to the ocean we shall return.
Don't blow it all at once.
I've not have a sail time for Monday yet
but when I do, you'll know.
And spare a thought for your skipper while you're getting off your tits.
I'm waiting on a call from Mr Barr himself.
- Expanding the fleet, isn't he? - All right, calm down, calm down.
Can I tell Codge he's gonna get his old job back?
We're gonna need more hands on deck when things start taking off again.
You tell that scrub he'll get his old job back
when he jacks it with them bastard drugs.
It's true, Codge does have a blood type amphetamine
but what can I say, all be it addicted
to any and every substance gracing the periodic table,
he's a ship mate.
We grew up together, threw up together.
In a few months now, there's a big deal on the table,
so I've heard, and if there's owt worth doing, you'll find out.
Right, get the fuck off my vessel, you lot.
♪ I wish I was an instrument ♪
♪ Coming on the seas ♪
♪ Far away from dry land ♪
♪ And it's good old memories ♪
To the humble three day millionaire,
home means three things for three days,
money, merriment and if you're lucky enough,
a brief but exotic STD previously unknown to medical science.
♪ Love with might in my head ♪
♪ You in my arms ♪
Whew!
Whew-hoo!
Whew!
The Arctic ranger returns.
- Cold enough for you, was it? - I don't know.
-Codgie! -Hey!
All right, come on.
I spoke to Alfie Glassell again.
He's snagging a tonne a day out of the Monterey.
He says California is where we need to be.
He's dragging a lot of fish over the side.
Halibut, he says, like you wouldn't believe.
$200 apiece.
Two-hundred, did you say?
Thirty-pound lings, albacore, schooner.
-Whoo! Get it, Budge. -Hey!
Are you actually gonna do it, Codge, like? Are you actually really gonna go one day?
Budgie, Alf says the sun shines every day,
not too hot, just…
Congenial spring sunshine.
Yes, congenial fucking sunshine!
And just the faintest little whiff…
…of tonnes of California fanny.
Yes, the very grandest of all canyons, I might add.
Mate, I don't mean to piss on your bonfire
but California is a million miles away, more.
Curly, this place is done.
Grimsby is as dead as fricking dead whelks and crab shite.
-I'm telling you. -Look, I can see
how one might draw up that conclusion, Codge, all right?
But the glory days are coming back,
they are coming back.
Listen, mon frère, Barr's in with the bankers right now,
Grimsby's on the up and soon this place is gonna be wall-to-wall trawlers.
Budgie, tell the guy, am I right?
Oh, yeah, hmm. Oh, yeah, oh, yeah.
You know what?
You guys are the very essence of institutionalisation,
imprisoned by your own frost-bitten, working-class limitations.
It's just that, that's all.
Visiting the child bearers, are we, boys, like good loving sons?
Interesting proposition there, Wheezy,
though in truth, I was hoping to forgo these family reunions
in favour of immediate inebriation.
What are you saying, brethren?
Well, I must concur with my honourable colleague here
and make only one objection to said notion
that I have budgetary restrictions.
Strike the objection, for the high street Cash Converters awaits.
In that case,
the motion passes.
♪ I met a guy last week He's been my hero ♪
♪ He gives me everything I'll ever need ♪
-♪ 'Cause he's real fine ♪ -♪ He's real fine ♪
♪ And, oh, so kind, you know ♪
We see Grimsby as a real sleeping giant,
ripe for a new breed of young professional.
Metropolitans who want to spend their salaries
on artisan coffee, cocktails, vegan lunches.
The young people don't want fish,
it's just a bit too fishy.
Thank you all for listening.
Well, for what it's worth, Kelly, this is the kind of forward-thinking idea
that Grimsby needs.
And rest assured, I can deal with any untimely planning issues
which might surface at Whitehall.
I think this is disgusting.
All you care about is your profits,
and you, you politicians, you care nothing about Grimsby,
-the town, the history of the people. -A bit much, isn't it?
How is that a bit much?
You come up here from London, you've never even--
How can you continue going when you've been doing
the same thing that you've been doing for a hundred-odd years?
My agenda is the people of Grimsby.
Oh, look at that, I've seem to have made a terrible mess.
Charlie.
Very impressive, Ms Divine.
Oh, and apologies for the outburst.
Some people in the firm have been here so long
they think they own the sodding place.
Should you decide to go ahead,
how long will it take to wind things up, specifically, release the land?
Oh, don't worry about that, we're well down that road.
Well, unfortunately, I have other business to attend to,
so you can let yourselves out, yeah?
Would you like me to stick around awhile, Mr Barr?
No.
Oh, send young Gilly in, would you?
We need some new blood moving forward, I reckon.
It's 12 a kilo, Mike.
No, I can't go any lower, I've got no quota left.
Despite fancying her since we were kids,
Gilly's always been destined for bigger things
than Grimsby can give her.
She worked her way up through the depths of Barr's fisheries
to become our supreme leader's right hand woman.
All right, well, it's your call
but when nobody wants your surplus
don't come running back to me with your cockles in your hand, eh?
And she learned a thing or two from him.
All right, 12 it is, Da.
-You're wanted, boardroom. -How's it all going in there?
Three day millionaires, that's what they called my dad
and his mates back in the olden days.
See, maritime folklore says that if you go back to sea
with coin in your pocket,
your ship's sinking faster than beans through a cowboy.
And in this town, you've got three days
on land supply wage,
that pretty much makes you a millionaire.
Now first the rule of a three day millionaire,
if you're gonna set fire to the world as we do,
you don't be looking like your mum's dressed you.
You do it as sharp as Tewkesbury mustard.
Stick around, chauffeur.
Love to, mate. Relax.
Where's the party?
-Budgie's gaff. -What?
Curly, you said a few.
This is all for you, Budgie boy.
Oh, that's nice, yeah,
I don't see how I benefit from this.
Oh, mate, you'd really think I'd forget, all right, Queenie's coming.
-What? -Yeah, Queenie's coming.
Tonight's the night.
There must be a Queenie in every fishing port in the world.
Loyal, hardworking and well-versed
in the dying art of pescatarian pilferage.
Ah, fucking hell. Fuck.
Ta, love, you're a star. Roll on sodding payday.
What the fuck are you doing?
Alan, hunk of Shatoya's.
Oh, Curly, she's here.
What am I gonna say to her?
Don't worry, Budge, all right,
because you look like a right bobby dazzler, all right?
Just be, just be Budgie. Yeah, but not too much Budgie.
Go on.
A bit of perfume should help.
Can you smell it, Mum?
I'm still getting a whiff of cod guts, to be honest, love.
Fuck off, you cow. Seriously.
Now then, Marion, now then, Queenie.
Now then, Budgie.
The biggest tie I've ever seen.
What?
Oh.
Go on, treat yourself to some cock.
May I join you?
What's with the straw?
Oh, I find I drink less this way.
It paces me.
Did you know shell foods are good for that? Pistachios, oysters. I…
I use obstacles to slow me down, it stops me gorging.
Do you know I once choked eating lutefisk?
Is this one of your famous cocktails then, Curly?
No, this is an ancient recipe handed down
from father to son for over a thousand years.
Ladies and gentlemen, behold,
the near mythical alchemy of Grim Diesel.
Observe, ye the fisherman, ladies,
as he abandons the here and now
for the fever of dreams.
Hints of a dark fruit…
…of a beguiling,
back note of…
Oh, fuck.
The mighty trawlerman returns.
That is Demi, a genuine aficionado of the intrepid trawlermen,
affectionately known as Pitbull,
meaning takes zero shit from any fucker,
including marine life.
You know what he said to me, right,
he goes, "I want that haddock skin side up,"
I said, "Do you? Well, we want our fucking overtime back.
So you know what, you can do with that haddock,
you can take that fucking haddock and you can stick it up your fucking…"
You get the point.
Codge has been like a tomcat with three bollocks
ever since then. Clearly, he's not mentioned the fact
he's not technically a trawlerman anymore, a troubling detail for sure.
Curly, I need you.
No, you don't, Budge. Look, Queenie worships you.
No, no, it's not that, Curly, my mum's on her way home.
Well, we always knew this might happen, look just go and get her a drink.
Curly, I can't, it's much worse than that.
Jesus, Budge, what is it?
Mr Barr's with her.
Budgie!
A travesty to despoil such a fine and majestic brogue, sir.
I tried to keep it tidy, Mum.
Go on, sod off.
-Sorry, Budgie's mum. -Hmm-mm.
Dipshit.
Come on, Budgie.
Ah, just spruce up the gaff for you, Mrs Budgel.
Oh, and just a little something for the inconvenience.
I thought you'd be involved in this, Curly Dean.
Go on then, clear off.
Ah, Mr Barr, how did the big meeting go?
Got any news for the troops?
You're Teapot's lad, aren't you?
Well, you can tell the troops that the news is good.
In fact, it's great news, decisions have been made,
papers have been signed and an announcement is imminent.
- Now, where were we? - Oh.
That's the last of it, Charlie.
I'll be back Monday to transfer it to Mr Barr's client.
Lots of rumours going round in there with your name attached.
You ought not to lead them on like that.
Just keeping up morale, Mr G.
Oh, aye. Or leading them on a merry dance you mean.
Now, I assume we've all met Mr G.
Ex-trawlerman, turned to the dark side.
Though to be fair, I'd have a face like a smacked arse too,
if my wife traded me in for a Greek Adonis with a hedge fund.
A bit marly, aren't we? Goldfish days, wasn't it?
Obviously you don't know.
-Know what? -You're finished, lad.
In short, we all are, you, me, them lot.
Barr's pulled the plug.
No, I was with Barr earlier and he says it was good news.
Yeah, there is for him, he's flogged the docks,
purchased by the Divine Residential Group.
It's got a nice little ring to it that, hasn't it?
You were in the meeting.
Yeah, and I hope you like drinking bucket loads of shite coffee
and eating overpriced muffins because that is what's happening.
They're like an army taking over towns with their franchises,
kids serving bloody kids on a minimum wage working for fat cat owners
who will never step foot near this place.
Barr wouldn't sell the golden goose, why would he?
It's all right, don't worry, you'll get another job.
I mean, do you like making frappuccinos?
-What about the MP? -Huh?
The guy who was on the TV,
the guy trying to save the fishing industry.
Politicians love talking about how much they care
about our industry when the fact is, when it matters, Curly,
they couldn't care less.
It's the sprawl, Curly lad.
They found us.
They found us and you know it.
It can't end like this. It can't.
Our livelihoods,
our very lives depend on it.
-Curly, where are you going? -I'm going to go and see Barr.
Well, he's not gonna tell you the truth, is he?
Listen to me, you're a nobody just like me.
-Look, we have to something! -Curly, stop.
Right, you've got your head buried in the sand, lad.
Our industry has been dying for years.
Just ask your old man. This…
I mean, this, this is just a final nail in the coffin.
All right, so that's it then, is it, huh? We just turn over and die?
My old man says the glory days are coming back
and guess what? I believe him.
The papers are signed, son, I've seen it happen!
We're just dead wood now.
Just look after yourself, eh, kid.
There he is, man of the hour.
Yeah, hold on to these for us, brother. Cass is bound to be on to us.
For those who seek passage to the other side
of the midnight hour.
You don't think me and Codge will last, do you?
I can tell.
No, it's not that, it's just I am the last person
you should talk to about love, trust us.
That's a pisser at the moment.
Don't do anything silly, will you, Dems? Don't get stuck.
I just mean that none of us know what the future holds,
so just be careful, yeah?
And why was it you really came out tonight, Gilly?
To see Curly Dean, yeah?
So, pot and kettle.
Come on.
Yeah!
I never had you pegged as a clubber, Mr G.
Yeah, I was the life and soul once, Curly lad, just like you.
And this seat here, this is where we met, me and Ginny.
What's he doing with his ships?
They're written off.
Barr's brother works for the loss adjusters,
so he's got me scrapping them for cash,
a nice little tax-free bonus for himself.
Why can't you just get the investors to put money in, huh, revive the industry?
Because it's land they're after, lad.
Riverside locations, not fucking fish.
So, what do you want, Mr G?
I assume you're not here on the pull.
Yep, well, you know, I've been thinking
and at first I thought it was just a reaction to everything but…
but now, I can't get it out of my head.
Go on.
It's the company safe, Curly, it's fit to burst but not for long.
Barr, he's got this cash for cryptocurrency thing going on.
What are you saying, Mr G?
What I'm saying is, is maybe I'm saying,
just maybe,
we could empty that safe before he does.
You'd die for that company and now you wanna rob the place?
Give me a break.
Yeah, well, why not?
They're robbing me and it's like you said, Curly lad,
we can't just roll over and die, can we?
I think it's past your bedtime, Mr G.
Sweet dreams.
You can't carry on living in the past, Curly.
Your dad's days of the three day millionaires,
they're gone.
The world has moved on.
And if you carry on clinging onto the past,
it'll leave you behind too.
Listen to me.
There is over 500 grand sitting in that bloody safe.
The sort of money the likes of me and you, we don't come across too often.
Well, do it then. What you asking me for?
Because, it's not just a one-man job now, is it?
Enjoy your life, Mr G.
We could use that money to set up our own little fishing operation on the north bank
and get your old man, get your old man to skipper for us.
Get him up off his arse and get him back out there.
You're a fucking trawlerman, Curly, like me and like your old man
and nothing you can do can change that.
The only question is, are you ready to fight for who you are?
Curly, wait, where are you going?
Do you not wanna come in for a drink?
Is it true, Gilly?
What?
Barr, hmm? Flogging the docks, shutting shop, is it true?
-Curly. -How long you known?
When… The last trip when me and you was, uh… Wow!
Curly, listen.
Things just, they can't stay the same,
all right, trust me.
You just go out and catch fish and get paid
but I see what's going on through the books.
You, eh? Proper little management, eh?
Fair fucking play to you, fair fucking play.
You know me, I deserve it.
Curly, wait, Curly!
Curly, wait!
Do you know what? I'm fine, Gilly, all right? Just go back inside.
Just stop bloody talking for a minute, will ya?
Just…
I can't believe I'm doing this.
Just give me a minute, all right?
All that stuff in there, yeah, that's just my job, that's all it is.
Yeah, and that's mine, as it goes!
Okay fine, but they're just our jobs, is what I'm saying.
I'm going, Gilly.
No, Curly, I like you.
You just…
You've got into my head or under my skin or something
and every cell in my body is telling me that I shouldn't
but I like you.
I mean…
I mean, more than like.
♪ When I start to fall ♪
Just promise me you won't do anything stupid, Curly.
I promise.
♪ It's time to go ♪
Why do they call you Queenie?
Mum told me that when I were born,
my granddad said that he could tell I'd do something special one day,
that's why they called us Queenie.
It weren't your life's dream to work with scallops?
My career's officer said there were two things on offer,
hairdressing or shellfish.
And Mum worked at Barr's so she got us in.
I like shellfish. Eh, they're salty,
and they come in a shell, always a bonus.
But I'm not a very good fisherman though.
Curly says I am, that's why he always bunks in with me,
but, no, Mr Barr only gave me the job 'cause my mum kept nagging him.
You're a good dancer though.
You think so?
I love dancing.
And your… your granddad, he was…
You know what he said to the Coast Guard just before the ship sank?
They asked him what his intentions were,
but he couldn't do anything, only a mile out from port and all.
He said to 'em, "I have no intentions.
Please give all the men's love to all the families."
Them were his last words.
Wow.
You know, I don't think I could ever be that brave.
No one knows what could be, Budgie.
Not unless we're there, right there in that moment.
Queenie, do you ever think about leaving Grimsby
and starting again?
Come on, I'm on earlies all this week.
♪ When I start to fall ♪
♪ I don't want to be alone ♪
♪ When I start to fall ♪
♪ I don't want to be alone ♪
It's funny, isn't it?
My mum was already married by my age.
-Crazy. -Well, yeah. I used to think so but…
I don't know, I know it's old-fashioned and that
but…
I would if you would.
Pitbull, slow down.
Well, why not?
You're a trawlerman, for Christ's sake,
there's not many women who'd put up with that like I do, you know?
I think we'd make a great team.
You catch the fish, I pack them.
And I want you to stop calling me Pitbull,
we're supposed to be bloody adults, Codge.
-Oh, fuck. -So sorry, bub, I really am.
I really am. Love, I'm sorry, okay?
What the fuck is going on, Gilly?
I wanted to say something last night,
-I really did, I just… I wasn't allowed. -What?
No, this can't happen.
Has Codge been let go and all?
- What do you mean? - Codge, is he being let go and all?
Codge doesn't work for Barr's, he hasn't done it in ages.
- What? No, you're lying. - I thought you knew, Da.
It's the pills, gross misconduct.
-You're a liar, Gilly Seymore. -Demi.
That's what you are, you're a fucking liar.
Demi, Demi!
Shit, shit, shit, shit.
Shit.
Halle-fucking-lujah.
Entrée.
Entrée, entrée.
Hey, what are you doing, mate?
Mate, you got those pills, seriously, Curly.
No, look, I need you sober, all right?
Tell me about the dream.
-What dream? -The dream.
The Alfie Glassell, the California sunshine,
the pansy fucking boats.
Fine, fine. Mate, just give me the fucking pills!
Fuck off, Codge!
Don't touch me, man! Melt your fuckin' head in!
Look, we need to do something, all right? We've got to.
Barr is selling the docks, we're done.
Yeah, I could've told you that,
I did tell you that, many times.
Just tell me about the fucking dream, will you?
Shall I tell you what dreams are, Curly?
Dreams are there to get you through the night,
when the waves are crashing over the bow and I'm still fuck of a long way off.
They're not meant to be lived.
-Okay? -Then what were you on about?
Alfie Glassell's doing 15 years in Rampton.
I went to see him. Thinks his mother's the March Hare.
He thinks he's living in Santa Cruz.
Yeah? So then what was all that about?
Look, I'm sorry, I'm sorry and the name's not Codge.
It's Andrew Pearson and I'm full of shit.
Now, please, pretty fucking please,
can I have my mind-altering drugs back?
Hi, Demi.
-Hi, beautiful. -You shut the fuck up!
-And you. -I'll see myself out.
Great.
Not you, you divvy cunt.
♪ Man looks up on a yellow sky ♪
♪ And the rain turns to rust in his eye ♪
Lad, are you in?
♪ Rumours of his health are lies ♪
♪ Old England is dying ♪
♪ His clothes are a dirty shade of blue ♪
- ♪ And his ancient shoes worn through ♪ - Teapot?
Now then, you old bastard.
You just tied off, are you?
Yeah, yesterday, Dad.
Been thinking about going back out with you, get my sea legs back.
Can't find a boat for love nor money at the moment, like.
Yeah, it's crap, isn't it?
Aye. It'll come back, it's just a lull.
Hey, what about what about your boat?
I told you I used to sail out for Barr
back in the day, didn't I?
Yeah, yeah, you did, Dad, yeah.
Well, I won't slow you down or owt.
He knows I'm a good grafter.
I left a few messages for him but…
Yeah. Well, I don't think it really works like that anymore, Dad,
I think you have to email your CV and all that crap.
Oh?
Might need you to borrow us a few bump, get myself set up, all that.
Yeah, no problem, Dad.
You know me, always minted.
Might have to move back in for a bit, if that's all right.
Oh, room's still there.
I brought you a brew.
Cheers.
Aye! Back out on tomorrow's tide, are you?
Just waiting to hear. Couple of quota problems.
Pissing frogs, are you?
They should have never allowed that 200-mile exclusion zone
round Iceland, should they, Dad?
Yeah, you're not wrong there, lad.
If we dragged out our sovereignty that pissing far,
every bastard in Paris would be eating pie and chips
and playing pissing bingo.
Aye, oh.
That old mucky river looks further and further away every day.
Oh, they've said I have to go back to that doctor, you know?
-What? -Don't worry, you know what they're like.
They always find something wrong with you.
Yeah, but you're gonna go though, aren't you?
They'll only tell us I can't drink no more, son.
What kind of life's that for an old sea dog like me, eh?
What's all that talk?
Here, Dad…
How'd you feel about getting back in the wheelhouse?
What are you on about?
Honestly, I've had an offer, business,
a chance to go halves with one of the big bosses.
You remember Charlie Graham, don't you?
DL's son. Honest?
Yeah, honest. Eh?
What do you reckon? Tap up the mackerel grounds in the north.
Nobody knows them waters like you do.
Aye, aye, you're not wrong there.
Aye, so you're on board then, yeah? You're gonna do it, yeah?
I'll tell you what, son, you just try and bloody stop me.
Mr G, it's Curly. We're in.
You got a driver in mind?
Brown shrimp?
It's just my mum I'm upset for, Budge.
I'll get a start somewhere.
Who is it?
It's Curly.
Hey, they're having a business meeting and they want me there.
Then go, silly.
Budgie, go.
I'm gonna get you your Mum's job back, Queenie.
And yours, all right? Just you watch.
-Look at me, you know how this works. -Go on, how? Tell me.
How else am I supposed to get through those 24 hour shifts?
Oh, yeah? And when exactly was the last time you did that?
What you doing?
-Codge-- -Babes, I've gotta go.
-Don't you fucking dare! -To be continued.
-I promise, I promise. -Don't you fucking dare.
Codge, please, can't you just wait a minute, please?
I'm pregnant.
Codge.
♪ Ah ♪
♪ Ah, whew, yeah ♪
Thank you very much, thank you.
Whew, thank you very much, you're fantastic.
Hey, thank you very much, beautiful.
Thank you very much, good night. God bless you. Thank you.
Hey, hey, wait, wait, you're not joking, are you?
Fishermen, we are, Ocean's fucking Four
we definitely are not.
Look, right, that money has been off the back
of thousands years, all right, pure grafting,
pure sacrifice, yeah?
It's ours, it's the community's.
And guess what? We're gonna take it back and we're gonna reinvest it.
Right, ducks, for this next part, I need some volunteers.
Come on, someone. Don't think you're gonna get away with it.
As much as I love, and I mean love, cabaret afternoon,
I do believe the deal was to hear you out.
I've done that, Curly, so, gear. Now.
Yeah, all this nowt out there, okay? Apart from the unthinkable.
And guess what? A nine-to-five ain't your bag, mate.
Now this is the only way that we're gonna save our way of life here, lads, yeah?
We have to be our own cavalry, Codge, yeah?
And guess what? I'm not gonna do it without you.
Well, what about you, hmm?
Are you up for robbing your stepfather to be?
Is it gonna annoy him?
Oh, I should think so, Budge.
Yeah, picture for me, if you will,
the notorious Scarface scene
featuring chainsaw and lumps of your skull,
slashed brains arcing beautifully across a plastic shower curtain.
No, I've not seen it.
Don't listen to him, he's probably sniffed out of his head himself.
-Would you fuck off? -Fuck off.
Boys! Boys, right?
I've listened to Mr G's plan, okay? And it's tight.
Now this is nothing compared to the risks that we take out at sea.
Now, Budgie, are you in?
Come on, any volunteers? Come on.
Come on, anyone?
Yeah, I'm in.
Oh, lovely! Come on up. Come on, I knew you wouldn't let me down.
That's it, all the way.
Come on, don't be shy.
Come on, that's it, hold me hand.
Thank you, someone, for giving me a hand, lovely.
And I want you to imagine a room with a clock ticking.
-And don't worry… -Look at me, right?
Mr G has got this all figured out.
Nobody skips a beat, then we come out of this laughing.
And you're gonna go further and further into a trance.
Tell Codge how much is in there. Listen to this.
There is half a mil in cash, maybe even a mil.
Enough to set up our own fishing charter company,
maybe even a California branch.
Oh, well, you should have said.
The slight problem is, is that Budgie.
Budgie is our lynchpin.
In what possible world could that…
Oh, look at him go! He's like Biggles, isn't he?
…be a key player in a million-pound heist operation?
Budgie's the only one close enough to Barr to nick his laptop.
Hmm, this is not exactly what I expected…
Well, this has been fun.
Clearly, you've both gone a bit fucking coco bananas,
and I am officially out.
Give me my fucking pills, would you?
- I already flushed them, Codge. - You what?
You're a fucking mess, mate.
…dramatically cooked boats, this can occur under hypnosis.
Now I did not tell… Do not wave that around.
Excuse me, everyone, I'm so sorry, right.
Come. Pull that, pull that up. Okay, lovely, okay, excuse me.
Excuse me, well done, well done, round of applause.
Come on, pull it up. Okay, this way.
Ooh, it's like at last weekend.
Come on, off we go, there we go.
♪ How does it feel To be completely unreal? ♪
♪ How does it feel to be a voter? ♪
♪ And how does it feel To be a voluntary hero… ♪
Yes, yes, Bernie, mate. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Whereabouts are you?
All right, mate. Yeah, be there soon. Okay, I'll be there, I'm coming.
♪ I see you queuing up outside ♪
♪ St Peter's gate ♪
♪ You can feel bonafide If you ride with the tide ♪
♪ But it's not real ♪
♪ And how does it feel To be out on your own? ♪
♪ How does it feel to be thinking ♪
♪ And how does it feel To be out on the run ♪
How long's he gonna be like this?
'Cause we need him back ASAP.
I don't know, to be honest, it's never actually worked before.
Budgie, mate.
Budgie, you all right?
Anyone in?
Anyone in there?
Don't you think it's weird how you never see vegetables in the wild?
You got beetroot, parsnips, you know,
I've never seen a cauliflower on a country walk before, hmm-mm, no.
They've taken them, Curly, the farmers, they have.
They've enslaved them.
Oh, God, he's hallucinating, he's psychotic.
Should I call a doctor?
He's all right.
Good to have you back, Budgie.
All right, twats.
I'm in.
All right, boys, there's a few things I need to do
before we can make a move.
So whatever it is that you need to do, then get it done.
We'll meet in the old pontoon in just over an hour.
First thing for me to do
is disable the motion sensors in the safe room.
I'll use another member of staff's override code
to keep our names in the clear.
So after I've silenced the access alarm and killed the CCTV system,
you'll be able to sneak in without detection.
And remember, boys, not a word to anybody.
- Come in, Mum. - Hiya, love.
-How did it go? -Pretty good, thanks.
Not too quick or anything.
I think the wrapper on the condom helped with the pacing.
What are you gonna do, then? Take Barr's money or what?
I don't know. What do you think?
Well, if it meant not having to stuff red snapper in me kegs on payday,
I know what I'd do.
But it's not my call, Budgie, this one's on you.
Pitbull! I mean, Demi?
Got a plan, babes. You're gonna blow a fucking tit off
when you hear this.
Look, before you say anything, I know.
Look, I shouldn't have left you and I just…
-Curly, Curly. -No, no, no, no.
Look, listen, listen, it was a really shitty thing to do, all right?
And I had a lot on my mind last night.
Curly, stop, just please stop, just fucking stop a minute.
What?
I know what Charlie Graham asked you to do.
I heard him.
I know what you're gonna do with him and I'm asking you not to.
I seriously don't know what you're talking about.
Please, I've just been on the server
and someone's just used my ID to override the CCTV network.
You promised me that you weren't gonna do anything stupid.
All right, I know I did but--
But what, what? You just wanted to shag me first?
Oh, that's funny, that is,
because I seem to remember that you invited me back to your flat.
I'm gonna have to tell Mr Barr.
You do know that, right?
-He's gonna call the police. -Why are you being so naive?
What, by trying to help you stay out of trouble, you mean?
- Oh, this is helping, is it? - It's theft, Curly.
You know, it's fine for bastards like Barr to make money out of us, isn't it?
Then all of a sudden we lose our jobs
and he gets to walk away richer for it, huh?
You know, I consider this our severance payment.
Doesn't mean you can have it.
Oh, I get what this is.
You think he's gonna take you forward in whatever bullshit plans that he's got.
You know, we're different, Gilly, okay?
If Barr shuts the company down, we've got nothing.
You're just worried if we get hold of that money,
that's gonna mess up your glorious fucking career!
You promised.
I've gotta tell him, Demi.
They're actually gonna do this, it's happening while we're sitting here.
All right, all right, all right, just, uh…
Just wait a minute, please, put the phone down, please.
What?
All… All I'm saying is,
that maybe we shouldn't be so hasty about it,
maybe we need to talk through the pros and cons and that first.
There are no pros, Demi, it's theft.
Mr Barr needs that money.
Really, does he really now?
I ain't buying that.
I've just lost my job, Gilly, and I'm about to have a kid,
so don't be giving me a sob story about the owner.
He dropped us lot faster than fucking hot dog shit.
He's not what you think, he's trying to make Grimsby better.
Oh, aye, poor old Mr Barr, what a hero, my arse!
Okay, listen up, just one more time, okay?
Now, phones off right?
We have to get through three layers of security.
Number one, like I said, the security guard at the docks.
Codge, that's you.
Number two, the thumbprint access to the buildings, that's Curly.
Now number three, that's the coded lock to the safe itself.
Yeah, yeah, without which…
None of this could happen.
Exactly, now I don't care if you're sick of hearing it.
So, when exactly do we hear your role
in the operations, Charles?
Well, you see, I'm what you call the brains of the operation, son.
Because I'll be the one in the spotlight when they come a-knocking,
so I have to put as much distance between myself
and that safe as humanly possible.
Look, he's right, plus he'll only hold us up.
Yeah, none taken, Curly.
Now if I may be permitted to continue, Codge.
Now, Mr Barr uses software on his laptop called Safe Gen. Remember it.
A UPRN is transmitted to the digital reader on the safe
and the code is reset every 24 hours…
…unless, unless we generate a new code,
which we will,
or Budgie will.
Budgie?
-Sorry, you talking to me? -Yeah, yeah.
Right, anyway, that's enough of the team talk.
Budgie, you call me as soon as you lay hands
on Barr's lappy, all right?
Curly, you're up first.
Wheezy, bez him round to Cass's then drop Budgie back at his mum's.
I do rat runs all day long, boss.
Now Barr and Budgie's mum stop off
for one at Cass's on the way home every day like clockwork.
This is our chance to get Barr's thumbprint.
If his print shows up as the last person to enter the building, we're in the clear.
Oh, look, Donnie, there's one of them lazy spas on eBay.
Fancy a bit of that, don't you, Donnie bear?
Hmm?
Donnie!
Ooh, merci me.
Can I take that beer, ducks?
I told you, I'm not done.
No problem.
Come on.
Oh, thought he'd never finish it.
Trev, you're a diamond.
- This never happened now, yeah? - Say no more.
What's this mischief you're up to then?
You don't wanna know.
You owe me a night out.
Next, Budgie will nab Barr's laptop
from his briefcase, generate a new code and then replace it,
all in the time it takes for Mr Barr to play "Hide the Schnitzel" with his mum.
Just remember, Budgie, act normal.
-Oh. -Hi, Mum, I'm home.
Obviously, where I live and everything's normal.
Oh, could I take your coat and bag, sir?
No, why don't you go around to Curly's, love, hmm?
Or put the telly on, loud.
Dipshit.
Hang on, hang on, hang on, love.
I think, I think…
I think we need a bit of assistance, Donnie bear.
Oh, oh.
Yes, yes, come on!
- Oh, yeah. - Come on, come on.
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!
Are you sure you know what you're doing there, Curls?
I'd say very much to the contrary, Wheezy.
In fact, it's only in this moment I've realised
the gossamer thin chance we have of success.
Yeah, well, fear not, comrades,
we watched a YouTube video, didn't we, Mr G?
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, it's him, it's him, it's him.
Budgie, Budgie, tell me you've got the laptop.
Yeah, I've got it.
Thank God. He's got it, he's got it, he's got it.
It says "please enter password".
You what?
No, Barr doesn't use a password.
Yeah, well, clearly he does, Mr G.
Oh! This is well exciting.
No, this can't… This can't be happening, it can't.
This, this is how it ends, like this.
Fucking hell, I mean, I was at least hoping
it might end with like a siege,
you know, come out blazing at the cops,
like Butch Cassidy and go.
But not a desktop password! Boys!
Look, I am telling you it didn't have a password when I checked.
Jesus Christ, if somebody's blabbed, I swear to God.
Oh, just assume they're onto us,
assume it all, new IDs, plastic surgery!
It's time to disband, boys.
Come on.
Peace out, Girl Scouts.
Okay, everyone, I'm in.
The numbers were the hard bit, just went with one, two, three.
Dipshit was easy.
Yes, yes, yes!
Listen, listen, listen, listen, settle down, settle down.
Now, Budgie, Budgie, Budgie, Budgie,
listen carefully, all right?
Now double click on the icon which says "Safe Gen", all right?
Now open up the app and press "generate new".
Whoa!
Okay, right, now give me the last eight digits. Go ahead.
-Nine-four-two-one-four-three… -Yep.
Six-three.
Okay, last one.
Press the button which says "send code to safe".
I did it.
Curly, Curly, I did it!
It says "code successfully sent to safe".
Yes, yes, yes!
Okay, good man. Now, listen to me, listen to me carefully.
You've gotta get that laptop back where it came from fast, all right?
Wheezy's gonna come back for you now.
Yes, yes!
Good lad, I'll speak to you soon.
Yes, come on, come on.
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!
Oh, yeah!
Come on!
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!
Oh, I've got the lazy spa! Half bloody price and all, Donnie bear!
This is it, lads.
All we have to do is blag our way onto the docks without causing a stir.
Kev's as bent as a nine bob note
and Codge's has had dealings with him, shall we say.
The point is to distract him
so he doesn't question Wheezy too much as he drives onto the docks.
-Now then, Codge-o, you crackhead. -Salutations, K-man.
I've chuff all for you, son.
Waiting on a Russki tanker to get in. You'll have to come back.
See, that's where you're all wrong, sir,
'cause today I have got something for you.
Say hello to mama shagman.
Chuff me.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, careful now, K-man,
she nips like a rescue donkey with a sore arse.
What is this amateur hour?
Come round.
Codge might well be doing this
to get off his fucking tits for the next six months.
But not Curly.
Curly Dean thinks he's some kind of Robin frigging Hood or something.
He's probably doing this for some big idea of how to save Grimsby.
I know he's full of himself but his heart's in the right place
and I know Codge is a fucking crack head
but I don't want my kid's father in prison before it's even born.
You all right, boys?
No, Budgie's farting… It's like fucking petrol!
I'm nervous, that's all.
Call the boys, now!
Oh, fuck. Okay, okay.
Codge! Codge!
Co…
How's your man?
He poses no threat, Wheezy.
All it took was a soupçon of four stroke.
Clever. You got a horse, have you?
All right, what do I do now?
Just do whatever getaway drivers do when they're waiting
-to get away, yeah? -Ten-four, copy that.
Drive up and down looking for customers, regular day at the office.
Mate, what's all this about?
It's experience, mate. You can break into Fort Knox
with that green shit on, no one would bat an eyelid.
True that.
All right, we'll buzz you when we're ready to get out, yeah?
-What's in the rucksack? -Snacks.
Oh, God, bollocks, chuff me!
Kevin, everything okay?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, everything's fine, just wrapping up for the night.
You lock up on your way out.
See, Mr G's turned the CCTV off just like he said he would.
Budgie, you stay here and give look out, yeah?
Codge, come on.
- Press again. - Fuck, man!
I smudged it.
- Fuck! Codge, I fucking smudged it. - Press again.
-Press again. -Fucking work!
Curly, the police are coming!
Press again.
Ah, fuck!
Fucking hell!
Verified. Thank you.
-Budgie, what the actual fuck? -I know.
Mr Barr had me in the offices for a bit before I came to sea with you.
-I must still be in the system. -Yeah, what, an office life,
-it didn't work out you, no? -Look, Curly,
Mr Barr is gonna know it's me from my thumbprint.
Curly, I don't wanna go to prison.
Budgie, no one's going to jail.
All right, we're gonna destroy the security systems on our way out.
Look, I promise you, okay? Come on.
Hey, what if it's empty after all this?
Six, three, nine, four,
two, one, four, six, three.
This is it, boys.
Fucking hell!
I'll call the Wheez Machine.
-Curly, don't forget the fingerprints. -Yeah, good point, Budgie.
When did you get all heist savvy?
Budgie!
-Anything? -No, the same.
They've turned them all off.
Give me the keys. Well, come on.
Budgie, just open the door.
-I can't. -Why not?
-Because I can't let you do this. -What the fuck are you talking about?
Look, I'm just gonna take the money, back to Mr Barr,
and nobody is gonna go to prison.
I'm trying to save you, Codge, all right?
I cannot risk losing you, right, not both of you.
Budgie, no one is gonna get caught.
Fucking hell. Queenie said this was better than my idea.
Open this fucking door right fucking now!
I was just gonna set fire to it, then nobody, right, can have it.
Queenie said that might be dangerous. I'm gonna do this.
Budgie, that's a really stupid idea, all right?
Just open the door, yeah, and then we can all walk out of here scot-free.
All right, my finger opened the door, all right?
I'm on the system, all right?
So they're gonna link me to you and to Codge.
Budgie, I swear, if you don't open this door
-in the next five seconds! -Don't do this, Budge.
I'm sorry, guys. I'm sorry, Curly.
Budgie?
Budgie, mate, what was that sound?
You mean, that clicky shotgun sort of sound?
Yes, Budge.
What was it, Budge?
Oh, well, come on then, boys, I'll need your phones.
Don't know what? I always thought there was a bit good left in you, Mr G,
after you traded your honour for a life on the high seas
to shine your little arse on your office chair,
but, alas, you have proved me wrong.
Well, when you get to my age,
then maybe you can lecture me on good or bad,
but do you know what? You've barely lived, son!
- Ah, ah, ah. - What's wrong with you?
Mr Graham, it's raised my blood sugar there.
I need a snack, I've got some Mars bars in my bag, please.
Mars bars.
Well, go on then hurry up. I said hurry up!
You know what? You're gonna go down for this, Mr G,
'cause I'm gonna tell Barr fucking everything.
Yeah, well, you know, you can tell him all of that
but my guess is that that swag is so hot,
that he'll not wanna squeak to anybody about it.
You think she's gonna come back to you, do you?
Now you've got a few bob back in your pocket?
Yeah, oh, she's going nowhere, man.
I've heard her new bloke is rigged like a fucking moose.
Do you know what? You think you're so much smarter
than everybody else, but I've got news for you,
you see all this, this is all mine, right?
I'm going out with a bang, old chum,
reward for a lifelong of fucking drudgery!
Oh, such a noble cause, Mr G!
Well, we are who we are, ain't we?
And I know what I am, I know who I am, unlike you, Curly.
You're just searching for an identity
and you've opted for a lukewarm version of your old man
but deep down you know as well as I do that Teapot was the real deal
and you, you're just playing at it, son.
Do it, Budge.
Pardon me, Mr G.
All right, you bastards, get in there now!
You little bastards!
Move, get in there now.
Get in there now. Now!
Goofy little twat!
-Sorry, I'm sorry. -Don't, don't, don't mess with me!
Shit.
- Twat! - No, no.
What's that smell?
Is that smoke?
No way! He's… he's fucking torching the place.
Open the door!
Open the fucking door!
Open the door!
The fucking door, open the fucking door!
-Open the door, Mr G! -Open the door!
Mr G, open the fucking door!
Open the fucking door!
Please, Mr G., fucking help us.
Fucking help.
Demi! We've gotta get there quickly!
So after all the times we thought we'd never make it home,
we die in a little stupid room in the office.
Demi's pregnant, boys.
She's pregnant.
It's me.
I was gonna be a dad, Curly.
Don't say that, Codge.
Don't you fucking dare say that, Codge.
Hey, Codge, Demi's gonna raise that kid so good.
Thanks, Budge.
Tell us about the dream, Codge, eh?
Where it is and everything?
So…
we take a skiff out to paradise.
I tap up all the tourists in Santa Cruz.
We're on a skiff, fifty bucks a go,
rods and reels thrown in.
Weighted 20 pound lines.
Congenial fucking sunshine.
And just the faintest little whiff…
Of tanned California fanny.
You hold fast to that dream, Codge.
Hold fast.
My dear brothers and sisters in Christ,
we are gathered here today to celebrate the life
of a beloved son of Grimsby.
And it is on this day, with love in our heart
and sadness in our soul, that we bid our last farewell
to this man who had a zest for life.
Dearly beloved of his many friends and relations
and to the last fibre of his being,
a trawlerman.
I didn't want change
but maybe change is the only thing we can rely on in this world.
The planet spins at 1,000 miles an hour
and you can't do a thing about it.
The best you can hope for is someone to hold onto as it spins.
To the ocean we are born and to the ocean we must return.
Why did they call him Teapot?
Because me mum…
she hit him over the head with a porcelain teapot the day she left.
That's why he wore that old wig to cover the scar.
Probably deserved it.
What are you gonna do?
Job-wise, I don't know,
Macy or a brew,
maybe a coffee shop will have me or something.
Doesn't sound like you.
Have you got a minute, Curly?
You're right, you know, things change
and you have to find a way to move on.
I'm just angry, I suppose, you know?
It's just everything's related to the fishing industry's
got my dad's face on it and I just…
find it hard to move on, you know?
I understand.
Thanks for turning up.
I reckon if you hadn't you'd be scattering my ashes
out there and all by now.
You might be a bit of a scoundrel,
but I couldn't let you burn for that now, could I?
Turns out Gilly's not quite the management suck-up I thought.
-Demi, look. -Fuck!
-Charlie! -Gilly, thank God.
Thank God. I was just closing up and this thing.
Just cut the bullshit, Mr G, where's Codge?
They're all inside! Look, I tried to save them, I did.
I must have turned off the fire alarm with the CCTV.
Come on, come on.
-Fucking hell. -Demi, it's not safe!
-Open the fucking doors, Gilly! -I've got a better idea.
Come on then, help me!
Oi, leave that, put that back!
Hey, hey, put that back, put that back now!
Hey!
-Come on, Wheezy! -I'm on it, Gilly.
Get them out of here fast!
Codge, get up! Get up, Codge!
Get up, get up, Codge! Get in the car!
Wait! What about me? Help, help me!
So, Curly Dean, tell me,
what do you think we should do with it?
Ah, Miss Divine, how lovely to see you again.
He's just in there.
Grimsby has a long and rich industrial heritage.
A mutual beneficial partnership with the North Sea
and the winds that once powered our finest fleet
of fishing vessels.
Mr Barr, there's no future in a fishing net, we talked about this.
What is this?
Hundreds of thousands of square feet
of seafood packaging premises, hmm?
Oh, best of all,
the largest wind turbine manufacturing plant
on the planet, hmm?
Free power, subsidized almost entirely by Mr Chancellor's purse.
We all must do our best, Miss Divine.
Oh, I see. Okay, Mr Barr, you've made your point.
You can see the pissing politician back to Whitehall now.
I'm prepared to revisit the profit share. How much?
You still don't get it do you, huh?
What good is money without power, Miss Divine?
Now if I go along with your scheme, I'll make a quick profit, sure,
but my influence in the town, oh, will be mediocre at best.
Whereas with this…. Yes!
This will be my empire and all this,
with limitless wind in my sails.
I will become more powerful than you can ever imagine.
Sustaining communities and reaping the rewards
from generation to generation.
Known around the world, the townspeople will worship me.
My name will be whispered at every door in the halls of power.
Oh, and not only that, not only…
Miss Divine?
Mr Barr, what are you doing?
Well, make it quick, Gilly, I have The Telegraph coming in.
They want to interview the man who's putting Grimsby
back on the map.
-Me. -Ah, of course.
Mr Barr, it was actually me who wanted to speak to you.
Oh, well, get on with it, lad.
Mr Barr, look it was me--
Mr Barr, we just both wanted to say good luck
with your new venture.
Well then, we'll need plenty of hard workers so keep in touch, Curly.
-I don't think you understand… -No.
-I don't think you-- -No, come on, come on.
Gilly, just a minute.
Yes, Mr Barr?
I just wanted to have a quick chat if you have the time,
about the cash.
Cash?
Yes, the cash that that terrible Charlie tried to steal from us.
The cash that unfortunately perished in the fire
as cash indeed would.
Mr Barr?
I just thought you'd be interested to know
the insurer's paid out in full on the building.
In fact, we've made a bit of a killing.
That's a relief, Mr Barr.
Yes, isn't it?
Winners all around.
Are you all right, Gilly?
-Yeah, yeah, I think so. -What's happening?
it's just I thought you said me confessing was the right thing to do.
I just… I wanted to know that you would, needed, so…
Come in.
- Mr Barr. - Huh?
I wanted to let you know
we recovered some more data from the access log.
There's one entry an hour before Gilly Simpson's thumbprint.
Who's?
Daniel Budgel.
Dipshit.
I'm just gonna…
♪ One of these days I'm gonna tell you about ♪
Well, what I've learned is that I am utterly powerless
in the face of my addiction.
I've…
I've lied to the people I love.
Yet for some reason or another, I got another chance,
and I'm not gonna waste it.
Not today.
Yeah, yeah, that is brilliant. Bitcoin's perfect for us.
Yeah.
It's tempting, mate, but I'm trying to make amends.
I'm not really sure this is how you go about it.
Demi don't wanna know me.
The least I can do is be around for the kid.
Well, you're not gonna be, are you?
You see if the kid's with Demi and Demi's with us,
crushing it in Santa Cruz,
then how are you gonna be a nan for the kid?
Can you find your balls, then, or do you want me to have a look?
There's room for one more in here.
So, what do you reckon, mate? We're gonna go and live the life?
♪ I've pictured a rainbow ♪
We couldn't save the fishing industry in Grimsby.
No one could.
See, truth be told, it's a miracle the boss took it out for so long.
And to the man's credit, Barr really did put Grimsby back on the map,
its turbine manufacturing extravaganza
bringing joy, money and merriment back to the shores
of old Grim once again.
And again, you can walk along the boats from one side of Grimsby to the other.
Albeit on them glorified life rafts
looking like a twat in a high-vis jumpsuit and a silly hat.
To the ocean we are born and to the ocean we must return.
♪ The whole of the moon ♪
♪ You are there in the turnstiles ♪
♪ With the wind at your heels ♪
♪ You stretched for the stars ♪
♪ And you know how it feels to reach too high ♪
♪ Too far, too soon ♪
♪ You saw the whole of the moon ♪
♪ I was grounded ♪
♪ But you filled the skies ♪
♪ I was dumbfounded by truth ♪
♪ You cut through lies I saw the rain dirty valley ♪
Come on, Donnie bear, we've got an empty house now,
just like we've always wanted.
Fair play, dipshit.
♪ You saw the whole of the moon ♪
♪ I spoke about wings ♪
♪ You just flew I wondered, I guess and I tried ♪
♪ You just knew I sighed ♪
♪ But you swooned I saw the crescent ♪
♪ You saw the whole of the moon ♪
♪ The whole of the moon ♪
♪ With the torch in your pocket and the wind at your heels ♪
♪ You climbed on the ladder and you know how it feels ♪
♪ To get too high, too far ♪
♪ Too soon ♪
♪ You saw the whole of the moon
♪ The whole of the moon ♪
♪ Hey, yeah ♪
♪ Unicorns and cannonballs palaces and piers ♪
♪ Trumpets, towers and tenements Wide oceans full of tears ♪
♪ Flags, rags, ferryboats Scimitars and scarves ♪
♪ Every precious dream And vision underneath the stars ♪
♪ Yes, you climbed on the ladder ♪
♪ With the wind in your sails ♪
♪ You came like a comet blazing your trail ♪
♪ Too high, too far ♪
♪ Too soon ♪
♪ You saw the whole of the moon ♪
♪ You did see the whole of the moon ♪