All or Nothing
Gotta be careful, floor's wet.
Do you want a hand?
Did you break down?
What?|- Did you have an accident?
No. Some f***ing monkey c*nt|nicked my bike, man.
F***ing c*nt! F***ing c*nt!
Here, Pen...
fancy going out?
When?
Saturday?
Yeah, right, then.
Don't be so enthusiastic.
One-three.|- Yeah?
I'm clearing Cranston Road|in a minute or two.
Can you just wait?
Here.
Are you there, one-three?
Can you pick up at|12 Bellott Street, SE10...
going to Charlton?
Say again?
Going to Charlton. Got it.
Mr. Eyles?|- Yeah. Elephant and Castle.
Oh, Christ.
I don't f***ing believe it.
I gotta get the car fixed.|Some b*tch in a Volvo...
smacked me up the arse.|I got no f***ing lights.
Ron, no swearing over the air.|What's going on?
I gotta get the car|off the road.
What's the damage?
She's buggered my tail lights.|I ain't legal.
Is the car mobile?|- Driveable, yeah.
Just come back to base.|- I can't do that, Neville.
Come back to base|and get it done tomorrow.
No, I gotta do it now.
Listen, don't mess me about.|I'm short of drivers.
Neville, f*** off.
How much, then?
Overnight?
Hundred and fifty.|- Is that the best you can do?
You want it|in the morning, innit?
Hello, Phil.|- Hi, Ron.
Got smacked up the arse.
Yeah, I heard it on the radio.
Are you leaving it here?|- Yeah.
I'll run you home.|- Cheers, mate.
Ain't it nice?|- Yeah.
Feel like sunbathing.
Get me bikini on. Not.
I'll see ya later, alligator.
Ta, then.
Hello, Rory.|- All right?
All right, Craig?
Yeah, all right?|- Yeah.
Coming in for your tea, Rory?
About twenty minutes?|- All right.
F*** off, Craig! F***ing wanker!
Just f*** off!
Rory!
What are you playing at?|- He's always doing that!
Are you all right?
Did he hurt you?|- Nah.
It's only a ball!
What are you doing?
He's a tosser.|- He ain't a tosser.
You're not at school now.|- I know!
What time did you get up|this morning?
I don't know.|- Yes, you do.
No, I don't!|- Probably about 2:00, I expect.
You should leave him alone.|He's smaller than you.
So? He's older.|- Yeah, but you're bigger.
Why are you taking his side?|- I ain't taking his side.
Yes, you f***ing are.|- Don't swear.
Here, it's all right.|I've got me key.
Come on!|- Don't shout.
What's she doing?|- I dunno.
She's probably on the toilet|or something.
What's wrong with you?
What's wrong with you, you mean.
All right?
Yeah, I'm all right.
What have you been doing?|- Nothing. Just reading.
How's work?
All right.
Everyone OK?
Yeah.
What's for tea?
Chicken and vegetable pies.
Want a biscuit?|- No.
You all right?|- Yeah.
Ain't got no whiplash|or nothing?
She f***ed off.|- Did she?
Did you exchange|insurance details with her?
I pulled over, right?|She scarpers.
That's not very nice, is it?
F***ing women.
Wouldn't be a world|without them, mate.
Anyway, she might have|done you a favor.
How do you mean?
If it hadn't have happened,|you might have driven...
around the next corner|and killed a little kid.
It's what's-its-name,|fickle finger of fate.
If you knew what|was gonna happen to you...
when you woke up in the morning,|you'd never get out of bed.
That's life.
The old clock ticks,|world turns around...
tide comes in, tide goes out.|You're born, you die. That's it.
What's your missus make|at Safeway?
I don't know,|to tell you the truth.
You don't know what she earns?|- Enough, you know?
Keeps the wolf from the door...|with the bit I make.
All right.|- Hello.
I'll see you tomorrow.|- See you, Ron.
All right.
All right.|What have you got there?
Burger buns. Three dozen.
We ain't gonna eat all them.
No, it's all right.|They're long life.
What's the expiry date?
That's four months away.
What have they got in 'em?
Don't know. Chemicals.
Picked a bloke up|from the cash and carry.
He was trying to get a refund.|They wouldn't have it.
He gave 'em to me as a tip.
He was drunk.
He bought them for a barbecue.|No one turned up.
We'll have to get|some burgers, then.
All right, boy?
What have you been up to|today, then?
He's been fighting today.
What?|- F*** off, Mum.
Rory, will you stop|swearing at me, please?
You been clumping people again?
Don't listen to her.|She don't know nothing about it.
It's 'cause|he ain't got nothing to do.
Shut up! He was asking for it.
He's moping about here|all day looking for trouble.
I ain't looking for trouble!|I ain't done nothing!
When you gonna take him|up the job center?
F***'s sake!|I'll get a job when I want!
It ain't got nothing|to do with you!
Rory, calm down.|Nobody's having a go at you.
I'm just trying to help you.
F*** off!
Filled the car up|with petrol this morning...
thirty-eight quid.
You been busy?
Yeah. Rory, can you put|your plate on the table, please?
Yeah, all right!
Picked up at a doctor's|surgery at dinner time.
Old bloke,|had one of them...
what's-the-name, frame.|- Zimmer.
Yeah. Only wanted to go|to the next street.
I says, 'Sorry, mate,|I got to charge you...
'the minimum fare, L3.50.'
You shouldn't have|charged him nothing.
No, I know. I said,|'Call it a couple of quid.'
No, you should have|called it nothing.
He wasn't having it,|you know?
He insisted on giving me|the full fare.
You didn't have to take it,|though, did you?
No. But...|it's his what's-its-name.
Dignity.|- Yeah.
No price on that|when you're old.
Ron's had a bump.
Some old woman ran into him.
Is it a write-off?|- Nah.
I said to him, 'Make the most|of it, mate. Have a day off.'
He likes working.
It's a nice evening tonight.
I ain't been|for a walk for ages.
Fancy going for a walk later on?|- No, not really.
I'll take you out|for a drink if you like.
No.
Rory.|- What?
We ain't finished yet.|- So?
There's pudding.|- I know.
Are you in, Donna?|- Yeah.
Want a bit of chicken pie?|- No!
Leave that. I'll do it later.
Christ Almighty,|you've had all day.
Do you want to go out later?
What?|- Little drink?
No.|- Why not?
I had a rough day.
Have you?
What are you doing for tea, Dad?
I don't know.
Can we get a take-away?|- No.
Right.|Let's all starve, shall we?
What's in the freezer?|- Not a lot.
Well, what?
A sausage meal|and a raspberry ripple.
Is that all?|- Yeah.
There's two chicken korma|in there.
No, there ain't.|- We had them last night.
No, we never.|- Yes, we did.
Yeah, me and Dad.
You never had nothing.|- She never f***ing does.
So what are we doing?|- Maybe I'll get a take-away.
When?|- Later.
I ain't had nothing to eat|since I got up.
Whose fault's that?|- I'm starving!
You ain't done nothing|since you got up!
What about her? Lazy cow.
When you gonna get a job?
F*** off.
What's the matter?|Ain't you hungry again?
No, I ain't.
What, you on a diet?|- No.
You look like a skeleton.
Shut up.|It's better than being fat.
Yeah, it is.|- Yeah, it is.
Exactly. So what are you|complaining about?
I ain't complaining.|It's you that's complaining.
I ain't complaining.|I like a bit of fat.
Keeps me warm at night.
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