Cemetery Junction Page #7

-Why not?

-I've gotta help my dad.

-Snork, it's the rest of your life.

-No.

Look, what if the world's having

another party and we're missing it?

I don't wanna work 40 years

for no money and die...

...and at the funeral, they say:

"He supported Reading Football Club

and liked onions."

When's the last time

you went to a Reading game?

Who's gonna say that?

I'd say you went to the odd game.

-Don't you want stories to tell?

-Oh, I've got stories.

-He's got one about some bread.

-You've got to come.

It's one for all and all for one.

-Why we gotta go tomorrow?

-We'll talk ourselves out of it.

-You won't miss anything.

-Plus, Snork, think of the birds.

You ruin it every time

you open your mouth, don't you?

But foreign birds

aren't gonna understand a word.

You can rely on your looks.

Well....

I'm not going anywhere

where we need injections.

-Yeah!

-Yeah, Snork. Yeah.

No, no. Again, again, again.

Hold on.

No, again, again, again.

What do you reckon?

Should we do it?

I don't know.

Oi, mate.

What are you dancing

with a monkey for?

Yeah, good one, mate.

Let's go. Julie, come on.

Not my usual suite.

You got a toothbrush I can borrow?

Oh, no, you don't own a toothbrush,

do you?

Thanks for an interesting night.

We should have done this

more often.

I shouldn't be in dance halls

with a strange man.

We could've left Snork in the car.

Have a good trip.

When are you coming back?

Don't know.

Well...

-...bye, then.

-Bye.

-We should develop those pictures.

-Definitely.

-Otherwise--

-I won't get to see them.

We need this to be perfect.

-What happens if you crease it?

-You get into big trouble.

Okay, quick, put it in here.

This is called the stop bath.

Why are we whispering?

-Is it so we don't get caught in here?

-No.

No. Why would you

be scared of that?

We're just two friends

developing film together.

Did I tell you I was leaving

tomorrow?

-Yeah.

-Good.

Good, I just wanted to make sure.

You don't seem too devastated

by the news.

What do you want me to say?

How about, "Can I come?"

I'm serious.

Come with me.

-Freddie.

-Why can't you come?

You know why.

-Come on, you don't wanna marry him.

-Freddie.

You started all this.

Made me wanna go,

told me not to waste my life.

-Why waste yours?

-You should go now.

You can see it. Mike's like your dad.

You're gonna end up like your mom.

She's had the life sucked out of her.

They'll suck the life out of you.

Get out.

-Julie--

-Get out.

You can't insult my mother

and expect me to run away with you.

I think she's wonderful.

That's my point. She's like a ghost.

Your father doesn't even

say thank you when she gives him tea.

-What?

-Haven't you seen it?

She puts a cup of tea down,

he doesn't say thank you.

He doesn't even see her.

When did he stop saying thank you?

When did he stop noticing her?

And Mike's just the same.

He's just the same. You don't wanna

spend your life with him.

You haven't seen me in 10 years.

You don't know Mike or my family.

Who the hell do you think you are?

Okay, you're right.

I'm sorry, you're right.

-But you have to come with me.

-Why?

Because I think I might be in love

with you.

Oh, for God's sake.

I have to come because you think

you might be in love with me?

Get out.

Hello, Freddie.

Didn't hear you come in.

Hello, Mrs. Kendrick. No....

Well, I just needed to talk to Julie

about cameras...

...because I'm going away

and I'm gonna buy a camera.

Yeah, he just wanted my advice.

Well, it's a bit late

to be talking about cameras.

It is. I'm sorry.

-Yeah, you'd better get going.

-Yeah. Goodbye.

Good night, Freddie.

Have a good trip.

Where are you going?

I'm not sure yet.

We're just gonna make it up

as we go along.

Yeah?

It's me.

Can I come in for a moment?

I'm tired. I'm gonna go to bed, Mom.

It's just for a moment.

Is everything okay?

Everything's fine.

It's a bit late for visitors.

I'm sorry.

Good night.

Night.

What?

1 964.

What about it?

It was the last time your father

said thank you for a cup of tea.

Taxi's arrived.

Can we stop at the chippy

on the way home? I'm starving.

-You all right?

-Yeah, I'm fine.

Great, great.

F***ing hell. What the f***?

Come on. I'm sick of it. Life's too short.

Get it out of your system.

-What? F***.

-Come on.

You want a fight with your dad,

but he can't fight.

-Piss off.

-You're gonna fight me.

I am sick and tired of you.

So your mom ran off.

You come from a broken home.

So what?

-Your dad should've clobbered you.

-He couldn't have.

-He's a doormat.

-When he was your age...

-...he'd have beaten the sh*t out of you.

-Right.

He can't fight, so fight me.

-I'm not fighting you.

-Fight me. No.

Because you're not a man.

Me and your dad, we're men.

We fought in the war

so you can go to dance halls...

...and grow your hair

and piss your life away.

I don't give a sh*t about that.

If you're gonna fight anybody,

fight me.

-Fight me, I'm here.

-What, are you drunk?

You listen to me, okay?

When I became a cop, your old man

was in here every other week.

Oh, yes. He was a right handful.

He was a right pain in the ass.

He was always smacking some bloke.

But he was still twice the man you are.

Then he wouldn't have let

his missus run off.

-What would he have done, then?

-Smashed his f***ing face in.

You don't know anything.

You're a child. You don't--

On the night your mom ran off...

...I found your dad in Cobham

High Street, 3:
00 in the morning...

...with a cricket bat in his hand.

-Oh, come on.

-Hey. He told me I better lock him up.

Otherwise he wouldn't be responsible

for his actions.

Chickened out at the last minute.

He didn't chicken out, you silly prick.

He did it for you.

If he'd have started,

he wouldn't have known when to stop.

He'd have killed him or something,

and then what?

He's in the nick,

you're down Social Services.

-I'd have been with my mom.

-Your mother didn't want you.

For chrissake, that's the truth of it.

Your mother f***ed off.

She didn't want you. So what?

Your dad did.

That's why he's spent the last

20 years putting up with your crap.

But now I'm putting up

with your crap too.

I'm too old for it.

And so are you.

Now, come on, boy, grow up.

Grow up.

You can't go smacking people...

...just because they look at you

in the wrong way.

It's antisocial, you know?

Do you understand me now?

Bruce?

Do you understand?

I'm sorry.

-Good luck, boy.

-See you later, Dad.

Freddie.

Cheers.

Bye-bye, darling.

-You gave him money.

-You got to, ain't you?

Not really.

He earns more than you do.

Fancy a son earning more

than his father.

-It's pathetic.

-Oh, you.

Is it too late for me to go with him?

Can I talk to you outside

for five minutes?

Okay.

Can I have five minutes outside,

Brian?

Is he gonna do you?

Hey, you won't need five minutes.

I'll see you in 2.

And that'll give you time

for a cigarette.

Okay, so I'm leaving today...

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