16 Years of Alcohol Page #3

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That could have cut me!

- What the f*** is up with him?

- Me, you.

- Now. Right here.

- Me and you. Are you f***ing joking?

Let's see what you're made of, prick.

Me or you.

Me or you.

No, there's only you.

Put the knife down, for f***'s sake.

Enough.

Enough of this sh*t.

Wanker. Useless c*nt. Like the rest

of your f***ing family - c*nts.

What did you say?

What did you say?

F*** you, Frankie, f*** you,

you f***ing bastard.

That's enough, Frankie.

There is a time when you

never think of things like survival,

Fearless people know that

this is something,,,

,,that cannot last for long,

The brave ones know the truth,

They know about fear,

Sometimes it's not possible

to tell people that you are afraid,

It just wouldn't help the situation,

It's not a good feeling,,,

,,fear, fear, fear,,,

Sometimes, if you try,,,

,,things can take a different turn,

If your heart beats

in the right way,,,

,,at least you have a chance,

GIRL:

So who's that guy that you're seeing?

Erm...

He's... he's really unusual.

I don't know how

to describe him, he's...

I like him.

- He doesn't seem your usual type.

- I know.

So what's it like in there?

- It depends.

- Depends? On what?

On how you're feeling.

The way the walls look,

people's faces.

Everything around you affects you.

Do you know what I mean?

It must be the same for you.

For me?

No, no, it's always the same.

- It can't be.

- Always.

What, so, even if it's raining

or the sun's shining,

or someone smiles at you a little?

Someone smiles at you a little...

Say that again.

Someone smiles at you a little.

SHE LAUGHS:

- I love it here.

- Why?

Sometimes

I just feel so small down there.

Like people could just

walk on top of me.

And up here?

I feel like I'm up with the gods.

Like nobody can touch me.

Safe.

Safe. I like that.

You can touch me.

Why can I?

Because if you're up here,

you must be one of the gods.

Gods.

Which one do you think I might be?

You were a god of war,

but since meeting Venus,

that's me, goddess of love,

you've changed

into Hermes,

god of luck, bringer of good news.

SHOUTS:
The news today, citizens,

is good.

Frankie Mac, god of luck,

is back off the ropes

and means no harm to you good people.

Today is an official holiday

from this day forward.

Today is Frankie Mac Day,

a day of peace.

Oh mighty god of luck, Frankie Mac,

we applaud thee and worship thee

but tell us,

is there any bad news today?

No. No bad news.

Unless of course you are

an unfortunate, an imbiber,

a destroyer of the liver,

a killer of the kidneys,

a faithless non-believer

in the good - then today is bad news.

What does this mean, oh mighty one?

There will be no more drinking

from this day forward.

The years of alcohol abuse are over.

Citizens, repent and ask forgiveness

for your indulgence and sins.

It's over.

THEY LAUGH:

You ready?

- Another.

- Really?

Three nil.

- I know.

- How much?

- How about all of my records?

- No, thanks.

No, thanks! What do you mean?

Yes, yes, but that was just a gift.

No, no, that was a mistake.

What about

your Bryan Ferry obsession?

He's alright.

No, no, he writes

music for hairdressers.

Listen to you, the brute male.

- Not at all, Iggy Pop, Lou Reed.

- Desmond Dekker!

Yes, yes, Aretha Franklin,

Marvin Gaye.

- David Bowie.

- No. No.

- Yes. Yes.

- No. No.

- Yes.

- No!

Yes.

Maybe.

What about this? This is proving

popular with the disco boys.

- The what?

- How do the disco boys wear this?

They kind of pull it in, so it shows

off their shape when they're dancing.

Shows off their shape? You're joking.

- F***ing disco boys.

- Language. Sorry. He'll try it on.

- Will I f***.

- Go on, show us your shape.

No way. No chance.

This will never happen. Ever.

Never. No.

Forget it. No way. No chance!

- Turn around.

- No!

I think it looks quite good.

What an amazing little beach.

How did you find this place?

Someone brought me here

when I was a kid.

- Who?

- Who what?

Who used to bring you here?

Can't remember.

- What's that?

- Glass.

A bottle factory nearby dumped

the broken bits into the sea.

It's beautiful.

The edges are smooth.

- It's only glass.

- Not anymore, it's not.

- It belongs to us. It's ours.

- Ours?

RADIO PLAYS:

- Two teas, please.

- No problem.

Fair weather for this time of year.

Your girlfriend?

You want to keep

an eye on that one, eh?

Sugar?

Frankie.

- Sugar?

- How do you know my name?

- You look like someone I knew.

- That right?

Your father, you look

Iike your father. Unmistakable.

He was some man, your father.

But dangerous...

Dangerous, is that what he was?

How much for the tea?

On the house for old times sake, eh?

Frankie, Jake's from art school.

Is one of them for me?

Helen was showing me the glass.

Lovely. Beautiful colours.

The finish on it, you know?

- Here.

- No. I couldn't, honest...

- Take it, please.

- Cheers.

Jake's degree show is tonight.

He's invited us.

Degree show?

He makes collages, you know, with

stuff he finds in places like this.

- Why?

- Why?

Why?

- No one's ever asked me.

- Nobody's ever asked?

- No.

- You have no idea why you do it?

I haven't really thought about it.

Do you know why it is that you do

all the things that you do?

No, but I'm not asking anybody

to appreciate my work. You are.

You're the artist.

He's only doing what we were doing,

collecting things

and giving them meaning.

It has no meaning. It's glass.

It must have meant something to you

to want to pick it up off the beach.

Nothing. It means nothing at all?

Right, I'd better go.

Good to meet you, Frankie.

JAKE:
See you later maybe?

There will always be things that

happen that are out of your control,

Strange, then, that you walk into a

world that has nothing to do with you

and you know that somewhere

down the line you might fall,

Fall hard,

But then, that's the part

that is out of your control,

You just don't know when

it's going to happen,

Jake Buchan.

Yeah, I've been watching this guy.

He's good.

You see what I mean. It's there.

- It's perfect.

- Yes.

- He's going places, he's got it.

- Absolutely.

This is the best of all,

don't you think?

Definitely.

- Why is it the best?

- It's obvious.

Obviously, you haven't

looked at it properly.

No. I have. Why is it the best?

SIGHS:
It's obvious.

MAN:
Now this is really something.

What do you mean, something?

Now, look.

We were having a perfectly

lovely evening before you arrived.

- I don't mean to be rude, but...

- Piss off.

That's not very nice.

I only wanted to know what the f***

you meant. No need to be rude.

Yes, you're right.

I'm sorry. Now could you please

f*** off and leave us alone?

In the real world, you old c*nt,

I would cut your arse

with a knife so close

that the tissue

couldn't be sewn back together.

Then I would hang you from a wall

and say to passers by,

''Look, my best work.''

And they would say, ''Absolutely

divine, darling. Heavenly.''

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