All or Nothing Page #4

You've had a shave, have you?

Yeah. Razor.

Trying to look nice|for someone, are you?

Nah.

Why? Don't you fancy no one?

What's that?

What?

What you looking at?

Is that real gold?

Yeah. Of course.

What?

What's that, a kiss?|- Nah.

What was it, then?

Bad breath, ain't you?

Ain't you never kissed|no one before?

All right.

Don't f***ing touch.

I can touch you...

but you can't touch me,|all right?

Like that, do you?

Yeah?

F*** off!

You don't know.|- What? What don't I know?

You're sick.|You're a f***ing pervert.

Six pound, please.

F***.

You all right?

I ain't got it, mate.

You ain't got nothing?

Look...

I'm really, really,|really truly sorry...

but I ain't got a bean.

Go on, then. Piss off.

Life's too short.

I'm free.

Penny.

What are you doing?

You was asleep.

Yeah. I know I was asleep.

It's 3:
00 in the morning.|- It ain't, is it?

It's five past.

Are you stiff?|- Yeah.

Did you have a good time?|- No, if you must know.

Rory's back, then?|I was waiting up for him.

I got your money.|You gave me a tenner.

Didn't have a bad night,|as it happens.

Makes a change.

And the rest came to L4.20...

No. 21. No. Well, 26.

Not now, Phil.

Right. I'll put it|on the sideboard.

Morning.

You all right?

What's the time?

It's just gone half-eight.|You're a bit late this morning.

Sorry, Rachel.

That's all right.|I'll go and do Bill first.

Just give me a minute.|- OK.

I couldn't wear|me pajamas last night...

laid there stark naked.

Morning, Martha.

Morning.

What about you, eh?

It weren't that hot.

Well, I was.

What you sitting there for?

I forgot me key.|- You been crying?

What's the matter?|What's that on your face?

Someone hit you?

Donna.

I put the kettle on.|Now, what's going on?

Has he hit ya?|He has, ain't he?

Donna?|- We had a fight.

A real right or a pretend fight?

It ain't funny.|- I ain't joking.

He's a big bloke. You're only|a little skinny thing.

I ain't skinny.

Who's he think he is,|the bleedin' bully?

What'd he hit you for, anyway?

I pushed him.

You pushed him, so he hit you?|- Yeah.

Nice. Better not show his face|around here again.

Ain't none of your business.|- It is my business.

It ain't!|- I knew he was no good.

You never give him a chance.|- Never give him a chance?

You never gave|yourself a chance.

You've only known him|a couple of months.

Yeah, and how long|did you know my dad?

I don't know.|About five minutes.

Yeah. So shut up.

Do you love him?

I don't think you should|see him no more. He's trouble.

Ain't as easy as that.

What's that supposed to mean?|- Nothing.

Anyway, leave me alone.|I can deal with it meself.

You ain't pregnant, are you?

Oh, Donna...

I thought you was on the pill.|- I am on the pill.

Don't you take it no more?|- Yeah.

What? Weekends only?

Been to the doctor's?|- Yeah.

How far gone are ya?|- Two months.

Two months.

You tell him you're pregnant,|so he hit you.

It weren't like that.|- No? What was it like?

Dunno.

I thought you had more sense.|- F*** off!

Don't get the hump,|you silly cow.

Does your face hurt?|- Yeah.

I'll make you a cup of tea.

Want some sugar?|- Yeah.

How was work today?

It was all right.

That was sh*t.

Rory.|- What?

There's no need|to talk like that.

F*** off.

Rory, will you stop|being rude to me, please?

For f***'s sake,|what is your problem?

I only said|I didn't like my dinner!

I can't do nothing without you|having a go at me!

You do my f***ing head in!|Why don't you f*** off?

Take no notice.

What do you want?|- Is Donna there, please?

No, she ain't.|- I know she's f***ing there!

I'll sort it out!|- So what's going on?

If you ever touch my door again,|I'll phone the police.

F*** off!|- Who you talking to?

I ain't talking to you!|- Leave it, Mum!

No, I bleedin' won't!|- Keep out of it.

It's got f*** all|to do with you!

Ain't it? Look what|you've done to her face.

She's f***ing asking for it,|ain't she?

You coward!

F*** off! She's coming|round my house, right...

threatening to tell|me mum something.

Tell your mum|that she's pregnant?

What?

What did you tell her for?|- 'Cause she's me mum!

Get out of my house.|- Get your f***ing hands off me!

Don't touch her!

F*** you. I don't even|wanna be here.

What you doin' here, then?

She texted me.|'Come over here,' so here I am.

Did you text him?|- Yeah.

So what's this big thing, Donna?

What's the great secret?

She ain't got nothing|to say to you.

Typical Donna, ain't it?|I'll tell you what.

You're twisted in the head.|F***ing mental!

Leave her alone!|- I'll tell you what.

She's the worst f***ing shag|I've had in my life.

She said the same about you!

I had her in your bed and all,|you c*nt! F***ing mug!

Bloody hell, Donna.

You don't half pick 'em.

Dumped you, has she?|- F*** off!

Where are you going?

I'm f***ing getting out|of here, ain't I?

Can I come?

What's the matter?|Don't you like me?

How are you feeling?

All right.

You're better off|without him, you know.

I know.

Bastard.

Gonna keep the baby?

Dunno.

You wanna have an abortion?|- No.

You want something to eat?

You're eatin' for two now.|- Shut up.

I'll make you two chips.|- Ho ho.

Suit yourself.

When's your first|hospital appointment?

I dunno.

You want me to come with you?

If you want.

No fun going on your own.

I know.

Let's get this off.

All right. Easy, easy.

What about Donna?

What are you f***ing|thinking about her for?

I ain't thinking about her.|Come on.

What did you say it for, then?

She's gonna be pissed off,|ain't she?

Right,|I'm f***ing telling you.

Don't mention|her name again, yeah?

Why not?

F***ing bullocks.|I'm serious.

Get out the f***ing car.

I'll f***ing drive home|and leave you here.

Is that what you f***ing want?

F***ing hell.

You're a f***ing nightmare,|ain't you?

Yeah.

All right?

I was married once, you know.

Was you?|- Yeah. Four months.

B*tch.

And she was a nurse.

You get used to it.

What are you doing after work?

You wanna go for a stroll|in the park?

We could go back to my flat.|It's nice and cool up there.

Only gets the sun|in the mornings.

Sit on the bed.

Watch a video.

What do you think, eh?

What's up?

Have I said something?

No.

Rachel,|when you got a moment...

you couldn't have a look|in Bertha's room?

She did a bit of number twos|on the carpet again.

I cleaned most of it up.|Just needs a bit of a mop.

All right?

You're on your own, ain't you?

So?

You know the center of London,|the West End?

Yeah.

You have been there?

Oh, yeah.

Ah, bon.

It will be much traffic?

You might be lucky.|Have you got an appointment?

I must go to the opera.|'Don Giovanni.'

It will take how long?

It's unpredictable, isn't it?

You should be all right.

Come on, babe. There you go.

All right, Michelle?|- Hello, Maureen.

I brought your little shirts.

Right. I thought|you was comin' after tea.

No.

Right. Do you want the money now?|- Yeah, it ain't free.

All right, Ange?

All right, Maureen?|Not at work today?

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