16 Years of Alcohol Page #5

---

I'll look after my end. Is he off?

- Definitely.

- Bastard. Right, get stuck in.

Forget about what just happened.

There's a few minutes left,

we can still win.

Even with 10, you can win. Come on!

BOYS YELL:

Stay focused!

Archie, Archie, over, over, up, up!

Watch him, watch him!

Tackle him!

Archie, Archie! What are you doing?

WHISTLE:

WHISTLE:

No way!

Referee, you have got to be joking!

- Glad you could make it.

- Sorry.

- Again.

- Again?

Right, shall we continue?

So we've reached the end.

This is where all the games,

all the sh*t,

all the fun that they've had at each

other's expense all comes to light.

So take a moment

and we'll give it a go.

Ready, Frankie?

So we're in a bar

in the quiet part of the city.

It's the kind of bar where sad people

go and drink and stare into space.

Smoke is hanging in the air.

People talk in whispers.

Alright, Mary, in your own time.

Men watch me.

I know.

I see them. I like it.

Look at the sad bastards,

watching, wanting, thinking,

''What is she wearing

under that dress?''

''I bet she's wearing nothing at all.''

- Frankie?

- Sorry.

Sorry, I was listening

and thinking...

- That it was your line.

- No, I was thinking...

How odd it is that

we've been doing this for days

and it's the first time I've actually

listened to what's being said.

- Well, good. Can we go on?

- No.

- No. I can't.

- What do you mean?

I'm sorry,

but this is f***ing rubbish.

Who cares about rich, spoiled people

playing games with each other?

Other rich, spoiled people.

It makes them feel better.

''Look'', they say to themselves,

''that could be me up there,

that could be,

if I didn't look in the mirror.''

''Look at her power, what she can

do to men, how beautiful she is.''

It's a fantasy, now, for f***'s sake,

you've had your revelation,

can we get on with this,

what did you call it, Frankie?

This f***ing rubbish.

I can't. I'm sorry, it's pointless.

Alright. Let's take a break.

Frankie, can we talk, please?

I think we should talk here.

Fine. How many times

have you been late, Frankie?

Lots.

How often has Mary bailed you out

and told a white lie? Too often.

What the f*** do you think

you're doing here?

What the f*** do you think this is?

Emotional therapy?

Bullshit. This is work.

This is hard work.

Everyone here is trying their best.

You walk in, late as usual,

and what do you bring to the table?

Your f***ing baggage.

Don't you think it's about time

you stopped

wallowing in your own story,

in your own self-pitying bullshit?

I'm sorry, Frankie, but f*** you!

I'm sick of your chippy bad attitude

and it's not our fault.

It's not our fault.

If you don't like us and the f***ing

rubbish that we make, well, f*** off.

Oh yeah, what are you going to do?

Beat me up?

Oh, that's good,

get it out of your system.

Don't like the director,

so I hit him.

MARY:
That's enough.

I'm sorry.

Everyone, I'm sorry. You're right.

Please. I am sorry. I am.

- No, I'm sorry for what I said.

- Me, too. Me, too.

TEACHER:
So, er, shall we try again?

Right...

Danger past,

The feeling that something has gone,

Something that was part of you,

Something that you needed,

It protected you, The violence that

you wore like a cloak of honour,

The feeling that you could protect

your world with fists has gone,

It's pouring out of you,

Running away, fast, fast, faster,

You're of no use to it any more,

Maybe,,,

maybe now you can fly

with the gods,

# THE BLUE NILE:
Happiness

# Happiness

# Happiness

# Happiness

# Happiness

# I wanted more

# I wanted more

# Happiness

# Live with less

# Happiness

# Happiness

# Happiness

# Happiness

# Now that I've found peace at last

# Tell me, Jesus

# Will it last

# Now that I've found peace at last

# Tell me, Jesus

# Will it last?

# Happiness... #

CHATTER AND LAUGHTER

LAUGHTER:

Hey!

TEACHER:
Hey, do you mind?

- Am I not good enough for you?

- Get off.

TEACHER:
Hey, let her go!

- You heard him. Let her go.

- Well, well.

Look at you,

Shane coming to the rescue.

Are you ready, Frankie?

Maybe you should just go.

F*** you. F*** all of you.

Watch your back, Frankie, you never

know what might be behind you.

OK, everyone?

I came here with someone who thought

that it was the palace of the gods.

There are no gods in this city,

Frankie. Just us.

I love how you can do that.

Exclude the world at will.

What else do you love about me?

In all our time together,

you've never said that.

- Said what?

- That you loved me.

I,,, love,,, you,

I love you,

That easy,

it's that easy for some,

MAN WHISPERS:
When will you tell him?

About me, Me and you,

Us, Together, Forever, When?

He will be coming soon.

Coming here to see me. To see me

and for me to tell him it's over.

- Say it again.

- It's over. Over and Over.

Us. Together. Forever. It's over.

I know what they are doing. Saying.

In their head. What it means tonight.

Tonight is a bad night.

Where are the stars?

Where is the star of hope tonight?

Tonight. I can feel it.

Creeping, crawling like a rat.

Something bad is in the air tonight.

Come soon. Come here. Come back.

Come to me. Speak to me. Love me.

She's changing. Don't panic.

I can see her changing. Don't panic.

Don't awake me. Keep dreaming.

- Keep dreaming...

- He's here. The fool. He came.

- He came. The fool.

- The fool. He came.

I came... I came to tell you...

To tell me...

To tell her... that...

I love you.

Me.

You and me.

Forever and ever...

WHISPERS:
Forever and ever.

# Ae fond kiss, and then we sever

# Ae fareweel, and then for ever

# Deep in heart-rung tears

I'll pledge thee

# Warring sighs and groans

I'll wage thee

# Who shall say that

# Fortune grieves him

# While the star of hope

# She leaves him?

# Me, nae cheerful twinkle

lights me... #

- Me?

- You.

# Dark despair around benights me. #

WHISPERS:
Forever and ever.

# I'll never blame my partial fancy

# Naething could resist my Nancy

# But to see her was to love her

# Love but her, and love for ever

# Had we never lov'd sae kindly

# Had we never

# Lov'd sae blindly... #

COUPLE LAUGH:

Sometimes, the city takes your heart

and moulds it into something

you don't recognise,

Something lost,

The lost heart,

In the city of hope,

Where nothing belongs to you,

Frankie?

Frankie, will you talk to me, please?

Hello, Mary.

Can you not even look at me?

What's happened, Frankie?

One minute we're fine, we're happy

even, the next minute, you're gone.

- Gone.

- Yes, you're gone.

No one can believe it.

They thought you got lost again,

we were all worried about you.

Frankie, will you look at me, please?

Are you alright? Did you...

- What's happened?

- Happened?

Frankie?

I don't know what to do.

Help me out here.

I'm not...

I can't go on like this.

I'm not strong enough to...

To fool me.

To fool you?

What are you talking about?

To fool you? What do you mean?

Maybe I'm the fool.

Maybe I'm the fool, I keep running

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes