Dear Frankie Page #4

Why? What are we celebrating?

We're not celebrating anything.

I just need one, that's all.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

Here. Give me that.

Bette Davis used to have blood-red nails.

- Did she?

- Mm.

That's what your daddy used to call you.

You'd be all dressed up

in my best frock and high heels.

Talking away to yourself.

Away in your own wee world.

And he'd say,

"Jesus Christ, Nell!

Who the hell does that lassie think she is?

Bette Davis?"

I never really liked Bette Davis.

Preferred Barbara Stanwyck.

You knew where you were

with Barbara Stanwyck.

Ma...

What is it?

My brush. Have you seen my brush?

- In your bag.

- Oh, aye.

Oh, I forgot to give you this.

It's been in my bag for ages.

You know something? I don't think

I'll bother getting this paper any more.

Never anything in it.

Let me see it.

Aye. Aye, you can come right over.

Come round later.

Maybe we can get a video or something.

Janet wants to meet me.

Is he dead?

He's very ill, apparently.

It's a trap.

He wants to see Frankie.

We can leave. Go tonight.

You don't owe him anything.

I know I shouldn't ask,

but he's my brother, Lizzie.

He's my brother.

He's a sorry sight, Lizzie.

He's not the man he was. That's a dead cert.

If you could only just see him.

No.

Please. Put the past behind you,

for Frankie's sake.

- Leave Frankie out of it.

- He's dying, Lizzie.

How long has he got?

They don't know. It just depends

how much fight there is in him.

He always had plenty of that.

What good does that do now?

I don't have to justify myself to you.

Or him.

I don't blame you. I've never blamed you.

He's my brother. I know exactly what he is.

But you know what they say.

No, Janet, what do they say?

They say blood's thicker than water, Lizzie,

and, like it or not,

he's Frankie's flesh and blood.

- I'll see him on my own.

- He wants to see Frankie.

For God's sake, he might not last. Please.

I'm begging you. Show some pity.

I'll see him on my own,

and then I'll decide if I let him near my son.

That's it, Janet. Take it or leave it.

Ready?

Cheers, pal.

Here.

Right, you choose.

Where do you want to go?

# The Secret Sun

# Meet me by the sea again

# Past the point where the shoreline bends

# Where the sand is soft and warm

# And hangs upon your golden arm

# And time won't move at all

# We were once the only ones

# Who knew of the secret sun

# Shining down where no-one goes

# In a place that no-one knows...

I think this must be yours, sir.

Stupid me. It's for you, isn't it?

Your dad thought

all his birthdays had come at once.

Could you bring another spoon,

just in case he cannae finish it?

Hold it flat, Frankie!

He cannae hear you.

Sorry.

I forgot.

# But back there in the orange light

# There will be no fear of the night

# And time won't move at all

# And time won't move

# At all

Hi, Frankie!

You well?

Oh, no, thanks!

Hello.

Hiya.

- You look nice.

- So do you.

Oh, this is Ally, er... my partner.

In crime.

Hi.

I thought you only had the one day.

I did.

This is the second half of it.

Aye, Frankie must be delighted.

So, what are you all up to now?

Going home.

Frankie's got school in the morning.

Why don't you stay?

I mean, just for a wee while.

I mean, he'd love it.

Right, the DJ is rank,

but there's a great band on afterwards.

No, sweetheart, it's been a long day.

And it's time to go now.

Come on, son.

It's just this once.

# Macarena

# Dale a tu cuerpo alegria, Macarena

# Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle

alegria y cosa buena

# Dale a tu cuerpo alegria, Macarena

# Hey, Macarena!

# Dale a tu cuerpo alegria, Macarena

# Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle

alegria y cosa buena

# Dale a tu cuerpo alegria, Macarena

# Hey, Macarena!

# Macarena tiene un novio

que se llama

# Y en la jura de bandera

del muchacho

# Se la dio con dos amigos

# Macarana tiene un novio

que se llama

# Que se llama de apellido Vitorino

# Y en la jura de bandera

del muchacho

# Se la dio con dos amigos

# Dale a tu cuerpo alegria, Macarena...

So? What do you think, then?

I don't think anything. Why?

Nothing.

I was just wondering, that's all.

There's nothing to wonder.

It's a business arrangement, that's all.

And his ship sails tomorrow, like he said.

Like he said.

Good God.

I can't drink all that.

No, but I know a man who can.

Cheers.

Since when did you start smoking those?

What happened to your roll-ups?

Oh, Jesus. Make my next one a double.

# When I was a young man

# I used to dream of a maiden...

That's my song.

# With long soft hair

# Blowing in the wind

# Her laughing eyes

and loving arms would follow

# When I'd sail around the world...

Hey, Frankie. Hey, Frankie.

I bet you all your trump cards

that you don't ask Catriona Murray to dance.

# I'd ride down on a great white horse...

If you do that, I'll get your mum up to dance.

Deal?

# I'd bring her laughter...

Dance?

# On a rainy day...

I never dance.

You'll have to this once.

Frankie's made another bet.

You'd better watch him.

It's becoming a bit of a habit.

# When I was a young girl,

I used to dream of a lover

# Who'd be my shining knight

of strength one day

# He'd take me to a castle in the heavens

# And battle all my dragons on the way

# And he'd ride down on a great white horse

# He'd give me love

# I'd been longing for

# He'd bring me joy

# And lasting peace

# And on a great white horse

# He'd ride away with me...

Uno, dos, tres, cuatro.

Uno, dos, tres, cuatro!

I had a good time tonight.

Don't sound so surprised.

You are the best!

He's got your eyes.

They pull you.

Right in.

Uno, dos, tres, cuatro.

I don't know what to say to that.

Well, you don't have to say anything.

You don't have to say nice things to me.

I'm not paying you for that.

So, why don't you want to hear them?

What are you afraid of?

Where did Marie find you?

No.

I thought we agreed: No history.

Things have changed.

Have they?

What I find really difficult...

to understand...

is why?

I told you why. Frankie made a bet.

No, no, no, no, no.

Why did he ever leave the two of you?

He didn't leave us. I left him.

One night I just picked Frankie up, and I left.

And my mother came with me,

to make sure I never went back.

And we've been leaving ever since.

Always ready in case he shows up.

Frankie wasn't born deaf.

It was a present from his daddy.

Frankie's a very... very lucky boy.

How do you figure that one out?

I'm his mother, and I lie to him every single day.

No.

No, you protect him every single day.

Do I?

Every time I write one of those letters

I promise myself it'll be the last one.

I thought he'd lose interest, in time.

Just stop

But see, if he hasn't written

for a couple of weeks,

I'm the one egging him on,

telling him to hurry up and write.

It's the only way I can hear his voice.

I'd better go.

I'm away first thing.

Can I say goodbye?

If you can wake him.

Hey.

You're coming back?

I don't know, Frankie.

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