All or Nothing Page #5

No, it's my day off.|Doing me ironing. Hi.

I do not like this tunnel.

Why you are not tell me,|'We must make the tunnel?

'Do you wish another route?'|You say nothing.

Are you claustrophobic?

You must say it|to the passenger.

'Excusez-moi, madame,|we must make the tunnel.

'It is OK?' C'est pas|compliqu comme meme.

We're stuck on it now,|I'm afraid.

Evidemment. Stuck on it.

I walked through here|when I was a boy once...

south to north.

Me and my best mate.

My face turned completely black.

But he was already black.

How do you get on|with the what's-it...

the Channel Tunnel?

I do not want to talk|about the Channel Tunnel...

or any tunnel.

Anyway, with the train|it is completement different.

You see nothing.

This conversation|is very boring for me.

Fair enough.

You are married?

Yeah.

With children?

Yeah, I got two.|A girl and a boy.

Oh, mais c'est formidable.

All right?

Fat boy!

You want your ball?|- Just give it...

F***ing give it back!|- Here you are.

Go on, Gareth, spank him.

Let's have him.|You want it, do you?

F***!

Get your ball back, mate.|- F*** off!

Here you are.|- Come on, fat boy!

Go on, fat boy.|Get your ball back, mate.

See you, Deb.|- See you later, Maureen.

Rory!

Oh, sweetheart.

Do you want to cry?

What's the matter with him?

Rory?|- It's my chest.

You got pains in your chest?

Get an ambulance, Carol.|- What?

Go and phone for an ambulance!

I think he's having|a heart attack.

A heart attack? Is he?|- Yes! Carol, go on!

Do you want to lay down?

Where are you going?

You'll be all right.

Oh, f***. Hurry up!

And phone Penny!|- What?

Safeways!

Yeah.

She works in|an old people's home.

I'm proud of her.

You are a very lucky man then.

We're all gonna die one day.

Sans doute.

Was it a bargain?

Of course.|It is for my client in New York.

And your son?|He work with you in the taxi?

Nah, he don't do nothin'.|- Comment cela?

Beg your pardon?|- How he don't do nothing?

He does a lot of nothing.

Mind you, if eating|was an Olympic event...

he'd be|the world champion by now.

It is a joke.|It is very funny.

He is fat like you?

Yeah. He's a big boy, yeah.

Mum.

What's the matter? What?

Gotta phone ambulance.

What's happened?

Mum!|- Heart attack.

Who's had a heart attack?

F***!

Get out of the f***ing way!

Come on!

Ambulance. F***'s sake.

Alors, I am there|in the brasserie.

I am very happy.|I am dressed very nice.

I am thinking it is good.

I will make the twenty-five,|the birthday with my son.

It will be good. We will make|the good relationship.

I am ashamed. Half past nine|he arrive with two girls...

with red plastic dresses|like this.

He say, 'Maman,|I have already eat.

'We go now to the casino?'|I say, ''No, Nicolas, no.

'Ca suffit. C'est finit.'

Shame.

We are nearly there.|- About five minutes.

What did your husband say?|- My husband?

He don't say nothing.|He is in Algeria.

We are divorced.

Is he still breathing?

Yes!

Get out of the f***ing way!

Yeah, he's breathing.

I dunno. lf he's breathing,|he's got a pulse, ain't he?

I ain't with him.|I'm up here. He's down there.

You are caring for your wife?

Pardon?

Do you love your wife?

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

It's funny, isn't it?

What's-her-name, love.

It's like a dripping tap.

Bucket's either half full...

or it's half empty.

If you're not together,|you're alone.

You're born alone...

and you die alone.

Nothing you can do about it.

You are right.|It is f***ing lonely.

Mum!

Should have phoned Penny.|- What?

Safeway.|- For f***'s sake, Mum!

You're a waste of space!|You're disgusting!

I'll get the number.

All right?|- Oui, oui.

Be careful.|- Yeah, I got it.

What is your name?

Phil.

Phil?|- Yeah.

I am Ccile. Bon.

Penny.

Hi, Penny.

Mind out of the way!

Come on, Phil.

Come on.

Nearly there now, mate.

OK, Rory.|You're in good hands now.

Gladiator Cars. Dinah speaking.|How can I help?

Hello, it's Penny.

Phil's Penny.|Do you know where he is?

No.|- Who is it?

Penny, Phil's wife.|- Give me the phone.

Hi, Penny. It's Neville.|What's up?

I can't get a hold of Phil.

I know. He's gone off the air|and switched off his phone.

I don't know what|he's playin' at.

Can you send us a taxi|up at Safeways?

I gotta get to hospital.|My son's been taken in.

Not a problem.

Yeah, straightaway...

and I'm waiting outside|the front entrance.

You just wait there.|I'll get someone out to you.

Yeah. Ta.

She's at Safeways.|Put a call out.

Can anyone go to Safeways?

ls there anyone free|for Safeways?

Two-seven.

Can you pick up Penny,|PhiI's wife?

I can do that.|- She's got to go to hospital.

She all right?|- No, it's her son.

Something wrong with the son.

On my way.

Can I go home?

Yeah, but I'm docking|your wages.

I'm telling Mummy.

Hello, Ron.

Hi, Penny.|- Sorry.

Sorry. I nearly|got in the back there.

Don't know what I'm doing.|I can't think straight.

Rory, we're gonna sit you up.

After three.|One, two, three, up.

Let's have a deep breath,|please, Rory.

Good, and another one.

Excellent.|- Lie back.

Wicked. And another.

Magic, and one more.

Sweet as a nut.|Normal breathing now.

So you're not quite|sure if you're a smoker?

It's all right.|I won't tell your mum.

What did you have for breakfast|this morning, Rory?

Fried egg sandwich.

Fried egg sandwich.|Very tasty.

You can have a heart attack|without knowing about it.

Can you?|- You just don't feel well.

Christ, there are|some arseholes on the road.

F***!

D*ckhead!|You f***ing d*ckhead!

I didn't see you, mate.

What the f*** were you doing?

Oh, for f***'s sake.

I didn't see you|coming round the van.

You didn't f***ing look, did ya?

You all right, Rory?

Want another drink?|- Yeah.

Not too quick.

Rory!

Rory!

What's happened to you, Rory?

What's this? Look at him.

He's got tubes|coming out of him all over.

What are you doing here, Maureen?

I come with him|in the ambulance.

Oh, did you?

What happened, Rory?

I couldn't breathe.

He had pains in the chest.

Oh, don't worry.

I'll look after you.

This is my little baby boy.

Where's Dad?

Yeah, he'll be here in a bit.

She was pissed as a fart.

Good job Samantha was in.|- Yeah.

Thanks anyway, Maureen.|- That's all right.

I'm starving.

I was just gonna make meself|a bit of cheese on toast.

Are you hungry?

No.

When's your Phil and Rachel|coming up?

Rachel ain't at home.

She's probably gone up the market.

I'll give her another ring|in a minute.

My Donna ain't in, either.

I can't get hold of Phil.

Why? Where is he?

Don't know.

Mum?

Rach. I'm just trying|to get hold of your dad.

I don't know|what's happened to him.

D'you get the bus all right?|- Yeah.

He's in here.

Sorry. After you. There you go.

It's his sister.

Hi.

Rory...

RacheI's come to see you.

Rory's mum?|- Yeah.

Hi, I'm Simon Griffiths.|I'm the doctor.

I examined Rory before tea.|And I bet you're Rory's sister.

Yeah.

Hi. Hello, Rory.

So, why don't we have|a sit down...

and we can have|a bit of a chat, OK?

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