Cemetery Junction Page #4

The strikes were accompanied

by protest rallies...

-...in London, Birmingham....

-The way you talk to him.

-Embarrassing.

-Embarrassing?

Like father, like son.

Can't solve everything

by smacking people--

Don't start.

Might have a family yourself one day.

You don't want that reputation.

I want my son to respect me

like I respect you.

Don't worry about my family, Dad.

I'll keep my family together.

She left me, Bruce.

Not my fault, is it?

Maybe if you'd smacked the bloke,

she'd still be here.

Do you really think that?

Do you really think

that would have solved anything?

If I'd have gone there

and smacked him in the mouth...

...would that have made me

feel better?

Would've made me feel

a hell of a lot better.

But you're a laughingstock, Dad.

Waste of space.

What really pissed me off, Dad,

you didn't even try.

Just laid down like a doormat and let

some stranger walk all over you.

Someone tried to take my bird,

I'd be a man about it.

Go after him.

Smash his f***ing face in.

Least if she didn't want me, she'd be

visiting her new bloke in a graveyard.

My jewelry's in the safe.

Just take it, don't hurt anyone.

Only gonna try it on.

-Where are your high heels?

-You always wanted to be taller.

-What were you doing in there?

-It's my own darkroom.

-I can develop my own pictures.

-Wow, did you take these?

No, they're from my cousin Marie.

She sends me these wherever she is.

That's her in Paris.

Rome.

Naples. Morocco. Egypt.

-What is she, on the run?

-No.

Well, sort of.

She used to work in a caf in town.

One day she took off her apron, got on

a train at the station, never came back.

She keeps moving. Doesn't plan it.

Just makes it up as she goes along.

-Is she married?

-No. Why, you going to East Africa?

Well, she's gorgeous.

Yeah, she was always

the pretty one.

No, she's not as pretty as you.

You're taken, aren't you?

-So do you wanna travel?

-Yeah. Yeah, obviously, yeah.

-Where do you wanna go?

-I've always wanted to go to Cornwall.

-Cornwall?

-Yeah.

Oh, well, Cornwall's a good start,

but there's so many amazing places.

Look how tiny England is.

France is only five hours away.

We could leave now, and by 6:00,

we'd be in Paris eating escargot.

Sounds nice. As long as they don't

try and sneak in any snails.

-They eat them, don't they, over there?

-Yeah, they do.

-They eat weird food, the French.

-No.

French food's supposed

to be the best.

-Is it?

-Yeah.

Hey, there's a woman here

with her knockers out.

God, they're all at it.

That's my ambition,

to take pictures like those.

What, porno?

That's National Geographic.

I wanna travel, see other cultures...

...have my own photos

in a magazine like that.

-Good luck with that.

-What's wrong with that?

People from around here

don't do stuff like that.

What about Marie?

Someone's gotta take these pictures,

why not me?

-Don't know. It's just not how it works.

-Well, what do you wanna do?

Work, get married, the usual.

Is that really what you wanna do?

Get married and die?

At the funeral, all they say is:

"He supported Reading Football Club

and liked onions."

-I don't know.

-See, I'm not like you.

I never wanted to buy a house and

marry the first boy that came along.

-Who, me?

-We were 12. You have to move on.

What you doing

in my fiance's room?

-Nothing.

-Trying to steal my bird?

God, no.

Calm down, mate, I'm only kidding.

See you later, sweetheart.

Give me a kiss.

Right, let's hit the bricks, mate.

Freddie, take this for some more travel

ideas once you've been to Cornwall.

-Or you could just look at the tits.

-Thanks. See you.

Jacket.

Tea, dear.

Oh, no, not now, not now.

I've already had a warning.

I'll get fired. Piss off.

-Platform alteration. Will pass--?

-Little willy.

Will passengers for Swindon

please go to Platform 2?

Lovely little willy.

-Testicles.

-Put that down.

-Testicles. Gonads.

-That last message was spurious.

Will passengers for Swindon

please go to Platform 2?

-What are you doing?

-Come and have a beer.

I've got a job. I'm not going out

drinking during the day.

Taking a leaf out of Freddie's book.

Gonna make something of my life.

If I play my cards right, I could

be station manager here one day.

Charlie can't have very long.

Nearly swallowed his whistle.

-How did that happen?

-He was getting agitated.

The train was late

and the driver was talking.

He blew hard and his teeth came out,

and he tried to put them back in.

He sucked them back,

hoping no one would notice.

Then his whistle went down his throat

and he started coughing.

His teeth flew out

and went on the floor.

No one wanted to pick them up, so he

had to bend over and his back went.

It was awful.

But anyway, that could be me one day.

Think on while you're out drinking...

...and shagging birds

and wasting your life.

-Now piss off, I've got stuff to do.

-I'll see you later.

See youse later.

Will passengers for Swindon

make their way to Platform 1?

Their train is about to arrive.

The gentleman in the bowler hat,

will you please be made aware...

-It's done. It's done.

-It's not done. Get out the way.

You can't say things like that.

-See you later.

-I'll come and see you later.

Leave my tie alone.

Sorry to the gentleman

in the bowler hat.

We don't know

whether you're a queer or not, but....

-Hey, you know there's a band on.

-Oh, brilliant.

Look, free booze.

-Free birds. Gonna get messy.

-Yeah.

F*** me.

I wonder if I could introduce you

to a couple of friends of mine.

-This is Bruce and Paul.

-Hello.

We call him Snork.

-I got a nose--

-Not now.

Nice to meet you.

Where's all the fit birds?

We was told there'd be fit birds here.

Freddie said you're from our neck

of the woods.

-Still a dump?

-I still live there, mate.

-I don't think you mean it's a dump.

-Yes, I do.

You should think about a job with us

if you don't want to end up in a factory.

What's wrong with a factory?

It's a good, honest job.

Nothing wrong with--

Better to bring home a wage packet

with clean hands, though.

You don't want to live

in Cemetery Junction all your life.

I think you're remembering it

worse than it was, dear.

I remember it exactly as it was.

I appreciate you

making the Vigilant your home, son.

-Thank you, sir.

-Enjoy the night.

-What are you doing? He's my boss.

-He's a prick.

-Why are you arguing with him?

-He's a prick.

Yeah, ain't invited no decent birds,

the prick.

Never be ashamed

of my success, dear.

I'm not ashamed.

I was just worried it sounded like--

It sounded like you were apologizing

for my success.

And if you're embarrassed

by the money I've made...

...then maybe on Monday, you'd like to

take back that dress and that jewelry.

Yes, it's that time in the evening

you've all been waiting for.

We have a couple of fellas in tonight

who've just started...

...so welcome to them.

This is their first time

at the Winners Ball.

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