All or Nothing Page #6

Make yourselves at home.|Get comfy.

Is he gonna be all right?|- He'll be fine.

We've run some tests, X-ray,|checked his blood...

Ain't he had a heart attack?|- Well, yes and no.

What do you mean?

He's had a kind of heart attack.

In your heart,|you've got four chambers...

divided by a big wall|of muscle, OK?

And Rory's got a problem|with this muscle.

He ain't never had nothing|like that before.

That's the thing, you see.

He's probably had it|since he was a baby...

but it's only just|come to light.

I can't believe all this.

I know. We think|that's what must be wrong...

but the consultant's got to have|a look at him tomorrow.

What's going to happen?

Good news is he should|be home within a week.

But the thing|with this condition...

is that it won't just go away...

and we can't actually|cure it as such.

Can't you?|- No. Afraid not.

We're gonna have|to put Rory on medication.

How long for?

Probably for the rest|of his life.

That don't seem right.

Not to worry.|Lots of people take pills...

every day of their lives and|they're none the worse for it.

Rory will just pop in...

see a cardiologist|every six months...

and everything should be cool.

He's through|the worst of it now.

He's only little.

He's been a good lad.|- Yeah, he is a good lad.

Does he smoke?

No.

Yeah, he does a bit.

F*** off.

Rory! Sorry, Doctor.

Once Rory's decided|whether he smokes or not...

he can give it up.

The same goes for burgers and|chips and fry-ups and crisps.

All that crap, eh, Rory?

The sooner you get rid of them,|the better it'll be for you.

Hello?|- Phil, it's me.

Where the bloody hell|have you been?

What's up?

I've been trying|to get hold of you since 5:00.

Your phone is off,|your radio's off.

Neville can't get hold of you.|Nobody can get hold of you.

What's going on?|Where are you?

I'm on the A2.

Rory's had a heart attack.

Phil!

What?

We're up at the hospital.|South London General.

What do you mean,|'heart attack'?

What do you mean,|'What do I mean, heart attack'?

Is he all right?|- No, he ain't all right!

He ain't dead, is he?

Of course he ain't dead.|Where are you?

I'm just coming up to|that big Chinese supermarket.

The one on the roundabout|down by the...

Phil, for f***'s sake!

Just hurry up and get here!

Pen? Hello?

It's funny. I'm starving,|but I can't eat this.

Got a bleedin' headache.

-Do you want a bit?|-No. Ta.

Is he gonna be all right?|- Yeah. He's in good hands.

Hear that baby?

Yeah.

Look at you.

Come here.

Shift up.

Are you scared?

We'll be all right.

Here...what if it's a boy?

Forget about it.

How can I forget about it?

I'll f***ing kill him.

Yeah.

You gonna phone the police, Dad?

No.|- Why not?

I'll do it in the morning.|- Do it now.

No.

I'll phone 'em.|- Leave it.

Give us that bit of paper.

Dad!

What?

That bloke's gonna get away|with it, isn't he?

It's none of|your f***ing business.

You phone Penny yet?

You ain't, have you?

You don't give a sh*t, do you?|You're useless.

You're both f***ing useless.|I'm going out.

What?

Oh, God.

F***ing hell,|what have you done?

Why'd you do that?

It's all right.|I love you and all.

Don't love you, all right?|I don't even like you.

You need to get that seen to.

Need to go to hospital,|all right?

It's not funny. It's not funny!

Not... I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Excuse me.

Can I help you?

That's my boy.

Can you tell me|his name, please?

Rory Bassett.

OK, Mr. Bassett, in you go.

Right.

It's only two by a bedside.

OK. Sorry.

There's only allowed two|by the bed.

I'll wait outside, then.

Don't be stupid.|You've only just got here.

No, it's all right.

Get yourself a cup of tea.

I'll just wait outside.

All right?|- Yeah.

He's asleep now.|- Is he?

Has he had an operation?|- No.

I got lost downstairs.

Bloke said, 'Go upstairs...'.

All right, Phil,|you're here now, ain't you?

What happened?

Well, he collapsed.

Maureen was with him|when I come up here.

He's got to take pills|for the rest of his life.

You never know what's|going to happen, do you?

It's wossername...fait accompli.

He might win|the lottery tomorrow.

It's kismet, isn't it?

What are you talking about?

Where have you been?

Out and about, you know.

Where?

Been a long run, then...

You're supposed to be|a taxi, Phil.

What are you doing|with your radio switched off?

And your mobile... what's|the point of having them...

if we can't get hold of you|when we need you?

I know what you mean.|- It's pathetic!

Leave it out, Mum.

Stop having a go at him.

Rory...

I ain't havin' a go at him.

It's all right.

You all right, Dad?

All right, mate?

You been in the wars, ain't you?

D'you wanna go on holiday?

What?

We'll go away...|when he's better.

Yeah? Four of us?

Yeah?

Disneyworld?

What?

It is past 10:
00.

I don't want to leave him.

I know, but the night staff|will take good care of him.

Rory, gotta go home now.

Be back in the morning.|- All right.

All right, mate.

I love you, Rory.

Gotta go home now.

Is he asleep?|- Yeah, nearly.

He'll be all right.

Havin' a cup of tea?|- Yeah. Do you want one?

No, I'll have hot chocolate.

Do you want a beer?|- No.

I wish I could have stayed|the night up there with him.

Well, they'll have|drugged him up...

knocked him out until morning.|Wouldn't they, Rach?

Yeah.

First thing, then,|run you up there.

You don't have to do that.|- I won't hang about.

I'll come in, say hello,|make sure he's all right...

then get straight on the radio,|start work as soon as I can.

He'll be surprised,|won't he? Neville.

He's a bit... wossername...|unpredictable, isn't he?

He might not have me.

There's a lot of blokes|work mornings regular.

I might pick up|some airport runs.

If he says no,|I'll try somewhere else.

I don't want to talk|about it now, Phil.

No, I mean it.|I'm gonna do it.

I'm determined to do it.

Got to get started, get saving.

Shouldn't take long.|I'll work seven days a week.

Start early, finish late.|Do nights, weekends...

Phil, Rory's in hospital.

Yeah. Sorry.

But I made him a promise,|and I'm gonna keep it.

What promise?

About going on holiday.|- Phil!

They do these deals, don't they?|Disneyworld...

these two nurses I picked up|was telling me about it.

They do these all-in packages.

Wossername--fly/drive.|Florida, innit?

Phil, it ain't about|goin' on holiday.

It's about gettin' by|week in, week out.

It ain't a game!

Just 'cause you suddenly got|some bee in your bonnet...

about gettin' up in the mornings|and goin' to work...

when you've been lying in bed for|years till God knows what time!

And we're all supposed|to be grateful...

because you decided to do|what normal people do.

I get up in the mornings.|Rachel gets up in the mornings.

You make me sick.

Doctor was asking about you.

About your heart and stuff.|Your family.

If anyone in your family's|had a heart attack.

There was your Uncle Dougie,|weren't there?

Me Nan had one and all.

Oh, yeah.

Me mum's mum.|- Forgot about that.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes