Cashback Page #3

- yeah.

- oh, yeah?

- yeah.

show us your moves then.

grab my arm.

that's not funny.

hi.

hi, ben.

you're not

working tonight?

no, i swapped

two hours this week.

is that a pickle sandwich?

oh, ah, yeah.

could i have a bite?

i'm starving.

mmm. thanks.

- what?

- you got some there.

- mmm.

- there.

let me.

thanks.

i wanted to freeze time.

i wanted to savor

that moment.

to live in that moment

for a week.

but i couldn't stop it.

only slow it.

and before i knew it,

she was gone.

after the door closed, i felt like the last person on earth.

what are you doing?

- jenkins wanted us to go and fill the shelves. - so here we are.

iiiieeee.

take no notice of him. he's love struck. he asked sharon out today.

you did?

what did she say?

she said "yes. "

he's taking her

to the pictures

tomorrow night.

then it's back to mine. i'll need about half an hour to talk away me face.

and then, she's gonna

get some of this.

crush.

it's funny how the same word

for the feeling of attraction

can be used for the feeling

of disappointment.

the oxford english dictionary states one of the meanings for the word crushed

as "a strong and unreasoning,

but transitory attachment. "

i had three crushes

when i was young.

the first was an athlete

called zola budd.

she was 18, and looked like a tomboy with a small, slender frame.

but it was the fact that zola budd defiantly ran barefoot

that made her so completely

attractive for me.

it was the los angeles olympics

that would go down in history.

in the 3,000 meter race, zola budd clashed with the american, mary decker.

budd's heart for the race

was left where decker fell.

zola finished seventh.

ben, it's time for bed now.

you've got school tomorrow.

well, well.

what an upset.

can somebody tell me something about the white blood cells? tim?

uh, they help fight off bacteria

and germs in the body.

very well done.

types...

of cells.

the second crush was for

my biology teacher, mrs. booth.

okay, class, who can tell me

something about cells?

she was a confident woman

whose figure-hugging outfits

hinted at the sexiness

that lay hidden beneath.

i imagined mrs. booth asking me

to stay behind after school

and showing me the same

thing under her skirt

as the girls i'd seen

in the magazines with sean.

but the main crush i had was with a girl called tanya green.

when i looked at tanya, i didn't just see her, i felt her.

the white blood cells and

red blood cells work together.

oy!

the next day, tanya caused a

lot of excitement in the class.

tanya had broken her arm

falling from a swing,

and her cast had caused much excitement amongst the other kids at the school.

settle down now,

please, class.

that's enough.

but i saw it

differently.

it was the way

tanya dealt with it.

the way she

scratched an itch.

the way it restricted

her movements.

the increasing amount of graffiti that appeared on it during its six-week life span.

would you like

to sign it?

just here.

thanks.

go away!

stop it!

on the day the cast

finally came off,

tanya's arm

was covered in hair.

go on back to the jungle.

the six weeks without light had caused the hair to grow thick and black.

but while the other kids joked

and called her "monkey, "

it only heightened

my fascination for her.

don't cry.

you don't have to

worry about them.

i think you're beautiful

the way you are.

will you be

my girlfriend?

yes.

there was a place that

i often went to by myself.

it was just

behind the school.

it was close enough to still hear the screams and shouts of the kids playing their games.

but at the same time,

it felt hidden away from them.

i had arranged

to meet tanya there.

whatcha?

you wanna kiss me?

so this was to be

my first kiss.

yeah.

hey! where you going?

i gotta go.

i'll kiss you tomorrow.

- but tomorrow's saturday.

- meet me here at 11:00.

i often came to play around the

school grounds on a saturday.

the familiar building,

so unfamiliar in its quietness.

peaceful, as if time

had frozen still.

it's like the walls

of this room.

it keeps the whole

building standing.

tanya's parents had taken her on a surprise holiday to america.

they set up home there,

and never returned.

it was the first time my heart felt the other meaning of crush.

checkmate.

what's wrong with you? you normally kick my arse at chess.

have you met someone?

well, come on.

give me the juice.

no, it's nothing really. just a girl at work i think is nice.

nice? nice what?

nice rack?

no.

well, yeah,

but nothing like that.

what?

girlfriend material?

she got small hands?

- what's that got to do with anything? - makes your willy look big.

you're such a loser.

so have you asked her out?

- no. someone already beat me to it. - ahh, she got a boyfriend.

no, but one of the guys at work

asked her out. she said "yes. "

they're going

to the pictures tonight.

that doesn't mean

she fancies him.

she might just like him, and want someone to go to pictures with.

how many girls have you taken to the pictures and then snogged?

- oh, yeah!

- what?

quite a few.

there you go.

can i have that?

yeah, yeah,

that's right, rory.

well, of course i played professionally, before the injury.

any day, rory.

you name the date,

me and my boys'll be there.

all right. sunday.

just don't go crying

to your mama.

- ciao.

- whatever.

tosser.

game on.

can't beat it.

there he is!

so, how'd it go

with sharon?

- oh, mate!

- so, did ya?

of course i did.

she loved it.

couldn't get enough of it. she went like the toilet door on a bombay shrimp trawler.

- rack?

- well, put it this way.

at least you know your kids

will never go hungry.

and?

like an artist's pocket.

okay, champs.

rory brown.

manager of

sainsbury's, islington,

has challenged us to a football match on sunday night.

finished?

good.

the reputation of

this supermarket is at stake.

your reputations, as employees, are at stake.

this is not just

a game of football.

this is what it means to

be a modern-day gladiator!

now, i want you to think of me

as russell crowe.

and you, you're all

the other slaves.

and as slaves,

you will play to the death!

for what happens on sunday night, will echo through eternity.

sunday. 8:
00 p. m.

sunny sports center.

you have got to got

to be joking, right?

we're gonna get murdered.

aaah!

- hi.

- all right.

ah, bollocks!

- playing on this right wing. like a train, i am. - hiya.

heads up!

gather round, whitechapel.

whitechapel, gather round.

okay, chaps, this is it!

that is islington sainsbury's

over there.

all i can see are

a lot of pretty uniforms.

take a good look

at one another.

why?

natural-born killers!

every one of you!

so let's get stuck in there

and settle this! huh? huh?

huh?|

hey, barry, i've got

this really great game.

all right, rory.

jenkins.

there's some pretty

uniforms you boys got.

see you've brought

your top team this time.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes