Best Laid Plans Page #5

(Dog barking)

(Crowd clamouring)

Joseph! Joseph!

It's OK. It's OK.

Joseph, it's OK. It's me.

It's Danny. It's Danny.

Hit him, Joseph. Joseph, hit him!

(Groans)

Hit him, Joseph! Hit him!

- That's enough!

- Back off!

Right, f***in' hit him! You gotta hit him!

(Sobbing) Isabel.

She'll be OK. You've gotta hit him!

Hit him, and we'll go see Isabel.

Please, I promise you we'll go and see her.

F***in' hit him now!

F***ing hit him!

(Crowd cheering)

(Groaning)

Stop, Joseph! Stop!

Stop! Stop it!

- Stop, Joseph!

- No more...

(Danny) No more! No more!

(Crowd chanting for Joseph)

No more. We're gonna go home.

No more. No more. No f***in' more!

I still think the dog

would have been a better match.

(Danny) I've got to get him home, Curtis.

All in good time, Danny.

Just tell me what you want, will you?

I want to talk about Joe's next fight.

There isn't going to be a next one.

I promised him four fights and that's it.

No f***in' more, Curtis.

I wouldn't have thought maths

was Joe's strong point. Would you?

You know a Chapman, right?

Deano?

Yeah. I know him.

Weasely little bastard!

But the guys that he works for,

they want to take over my patch.

So they suggested a bet.

There's a lot at stake here.

Winner takes all.

And I intend that to be me.

You've bet all this on a fight?

You'll never have to run again, Danny.

Oh, f***in' hell.

We have a deal, Danny?

You promise me, Curtis.

Just one more fight.

All right.

Yeah.

The money will be safer with me, for now.

Huh?

Cheers.

(Grunting)

(Deano exclaims)

All right, enough! Enough!

F*** off, you c*nt! F*** off!

(Deano) Think he's f***in'

done with that one.

Come on, he's killing him.

- Let's see you out, son.

- (Deano) What do you think?

We're in awe. Aren't we, Danny?

(Panting)

He's a machine.

Yeah. Yeah, he is. Yeah.

But we think our boy can take him.

(Mumbles)

What the f*** are you doing?

(Mirror cracking)

(Sobbing)

- Come on, hurry up. Get in.

- Where we going?

I don't know yet. Just get in.

- Where we going?

- I don't know. I've no idea.

Just go pack a bag.

Go and get your stuff together.

Get your stuff together. Go on.

Put all your stuff in a bag.

Get everything together.

Don't worry about it,

just get everything together.

Bag.

Sh*t!

Right, stay there. Stay there, don't move.

Sit down. Get all your stuff, stay there.

Don't move. Right, don't you dare move.

You stay here. Don't move. Stay there.

What are you doing here?

You have any idea what time it is?

What do you want?

- I came to see Joseph.

- He's not here.

He's gone away. Far, far away.

I don't understand.

Well, you wouldn't, would you?

Well, come on. It's just the way it is.

Let's get you home.

No.

What you doin'?

He's coming back though.

- When?

- Tomorrow.

He'll be back tomorrow.

- Promise?

- Yeah. I promise you, love.

Thank you, Danny.

You've cut your head.

Right.

- Thanks for this, love.

- No problem.

(Lisa) Hi, Joseph. You all right?

What happened to your face?

Did you do these?

Yeah.

Good.

Thanks.

Here you are, look. Nice big bed.

Come here.

Sit down.

Lemme help you.

Let's get those legs up. Here you go.

(Groaning softly)

(Danny) See you in the morning.

You get some sleep. Good night.

- What?

- Nothing.

(Lisa) How did you two meet?

Met him at a halfway house.

I'd just got out of the nick and that.

I was trying to get my head together.

(Exclaims) Horrible place.

It was worse than prison.

All sorts was going on in there.

I heard these screams now and again, but...

I'd just lie there. Keep meself to meself.

You never think it's gonna happen to you.

And then...

Then I woke up...

And there was

these three big bastards on top of me.

And what they did...

I screamed.

I really f***in' screamed.

And everyone just lied there on their beds,

pretending it wasn't happening.

Same thing that I did.

And then all of a sudden he was there.

This big, black angel.

He saved me.

(Sobbing) He's been there ever since.

Why don't you come with us?

Go on the run with two nutters.

Campin' in a house and

going fishin' all day?

Yeah.

OK.

- Oh, f*** off!

- No, I'm serious.

You'll need transport.

You really wanna come with us?

Listen, Danny,

I've spent the last 10 years of my life

opening my legs to fat old drunks,

and seedy, inadequate f***-ups

but all that time

I was dreaming of something better.

And running away with me is better?

Well, let's face it.

I'm no Picasso.

Am I?

- What are you doing?

- You'll see.

How much is there?

You've been busy, haven't you?

(Chuckles)

(Pigeons cooing)

(Man talking over radio)

All right. I won't be long.

- You'll be careful, won't you?

- Mmm. Yeah.

I'll get us a car, then I'll nip back to

the flat and pick up our fishing gear.

No, you'll get the car,

you'll come straight back here.

Oh, he'd kill us

if we left without his fishing gear.

See you in a bit.

(Door opens and closes)

(Engine starting)

(Man on TV) Santa Claus.

Yeah.

Wow!

(Groans softly)

You'll need to bring your own bait, lads.

- You twat.

- (Groans)

(Synthesised Jingle Bells playing on TV)

(Groans)

(Softly) F***ing hell.

(Spitting)

Where's Joe?

I don't know.

Danny, tell him.

Make it easy on yourself.

(Curtis) Where is he?

I don't know.

What are you doing, Joseph?

Going home.

Yeah, but...

Danny said we should stay here.

Sh*t!

(Grunting)

(Gasping)

End it, Danny.

Where is he?

He's here, he's there,

he's every f***in' where.

(Coughing)

(Screams)

Danny boy, you really want to go this way?

- I don't give a f*** any more.

- Don't you?

- Where is he, Danny?

- I don't know!

F***ing tell me!

(Exclaims softly)

Oh, sh*t!

(Sobbing)

(Groans)

(Grunting)

(Curtis) Tell me!

(Danny groaning)

Where is he, Danny? Just tell me.

Tell me.

Danny.

(Whistles) Hey, he's here.

What an entrance.

Joseph.

Danny.

(Grunting)

Game on, Deano. Game on.

(Gasping)

(Danny) No, Joseph. No. Stop it.

Stop it!

No, Joseph! No!

No!

(Sobbing)

Danny.

Danny.

To the victor, the spoils.

I told you my man would take him, didn't I?

You've got what you wanted. Now let us go.

Danny boy, you can leave any time you want.

It's Joe that I'm interested in.

It's OK, Danny. It's OK.

My name is Joseph.

- Joseph, no!

- (Gunshot)

Come on, Danny.

Merry Christmas.

Oh, my God!

It's OK, Danny.

Danny?

Danny?

Sh*t!

- We need to get you to a hospital.

- Don't like hospitals.

Look at the f***ing state of him!

Drive... Drive.

Go, please.

Lisa.

- Lisa...

- It's all right, Danny. It's all right.

Lisa, go back to the flat.

- What?

- Go back to the flat.

Please.

Please go back to the flat.

Yeah, OK, Danny. OK.

It's OK, Danny.

Don't cry.

Danny, don't cry. Don't cry.

Told you I get you the camper.

We got camper van now.

Who's that?

Thank you, Danny.

(Gulls cawing)

(Ship horn blaring)

(Women laughing)

(Talking indistinctly)

Wow!

- Fishing.

- Fishing.

- Fishing.

- (Lisa) Too cold.

Fishing.

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