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until the right drug or combination of drugs is found.

Do you trust him when he's away?

- I'm really excited for this. - Yeah. Same here.

From having a fit?

Well, what does it matter?

Sounds like fun.

Stay as long as you like, Ian.

Trust me, I know all about swearing and TV.

Can I speak with Annik Honore, please?

But they couldn't sniff the sweat round your bollocks.

He waved it in front of camera like that.

You can't be in my gang if you don't smoke.

So it was my life began...

- Is everything all right? - I don't know, Annik.

Does she want to speak to you?

The fuckin' beer is fuckin' flat The fuckin' flats have fuckin' rats

You fuckin' stay at fuckin' home The fuckin' neighbours fuckin' moan

Well, what happened to that tenner I gave you?

I'm gonna crash the bloody car.

Go on, tell him.

What are you doing in here?

- As you'll soon know about these lot... - That's us!

It's Ian Curtis from the Employment Exchange.

Here, in TV Iand, "arse" is most definitely a swear word.

- What's up? - Bloody dying with the flu.

so just have a little think about it, yeah?

Best gig I've ever been to.

So it be when I shall grow old

Are they working?

- Apart from watching telly? - Hmm, having breakfast, lunch and tea.

Mine is purple.

He didn't even say if he liked it or anything.

- Am I now? - Yeah.

I've got all my clothes laid out on my bed and everything.

From the youth club.

Stink to high heaven of piss.

You were married so young.

You played a fuckin' blinder.

which means I know anyone of any music biz use anywhere in this city.

- All right. - Go on, fuck off.

Nice, Hooky, nice.

Something about Derby?

OK, then, Mr Mathers, she'll see you then.

Bit of a drama queen, isn't he?

I exist on the best terms I can.