Dear Frankie Page #5

Did you do this?

Frankie, I can't take this. This... This is yours.

I'd be honoured to take it.

It's beautiful.

Remember, Frankie.

We're all connected.

Lizzie, Lizzie.

I've let myself go a wee bit. Sorry.

It's been a long time.

You're still beautiful.

No, I'm not. I'm not beautiful.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Lizzie.

I'm sorry, Lizzie.

Shush, Davey. Shush.

It's all right. It's all right now.

Don't cry.

Where's Frankie?

He's at school.

He's nine now, nearly ten.

Aye, I know.

He's top at geography.

I always knew he was clever.

Must take that off you.

I don't think so. You were the one

that could have gone to college.

I want to see him, Lizzie.

I've got a right to see him.

- Don't give me that.

- It's too late for fighting.

Just let me see him.

I want him to know how sorry I am.

He's my son.

He's not your son. He's mine.

You don't deserve him.

You don't deserve his forgiveness.

Christ.

I made one mistake.

One stupid f***ing mistake,

and you made me pay.

You've made me pay, all right.

You're a b*tch.

You're nothing but a b*tch!

I want to see my son!

I've got a right!

I'm his father!

I've got rights!

I've got my rights! I'm his father!

You're not his father!

He's got a different father now, a real father.

A kind, gentle man, who teaches him

to throw stones across the water.

You could never be his father.

I want to see my son!

- Davey, please, no, come on.

- I'm his father!

Davey, no, stop it.

Nurse!

Nurse!

I want to see my son!

Lizzie, wait a minute.

Lizzie, Lizzie, please.

He nearly killed us, Janet!

I know. I know.

He's only got a few days left.

He can't touch you now.

Let him die in peace.

For your own sake.

I want to talk to you. It's very important.

I got a message today from your dad.

He's not very well, Frankie.

He's very, very sick.

But he says he wants you to know he loves you.

Very much.

Dear Da, I thought you'd like this drawing.

I copied it from my book.

Ma says you're not very well.

I hope you feel better soon.

Love from your son, Frankie.

OK, call the crash team.

Please! What is wrong with him?

Let's get the bed down. Come on.

Mrs Morrison?

It might be best if you went

and had a cup of tea just now.

I'll send someone along to find you

as soon as we have any news.

This is for my husband.

It's from our son.

Right.

- Oh, Nurse, erm...

- Yes?

Could you make sure he sees it?

I'll make sure.

Davey Morrison

died peacefully after a long illness.

Father to Frankie.

I know it's a terrible thing to say,

but Davey's finally done you a favour.

It's over now.

Marie?

What?

Who was he?

My brother.

Oh, right.

I've got to go.

- Where are you going?

- I'll see you after.

Do you want me to check the box?

There won't be anything in it.

It'll cost you to have your mail forwarded.

I'll check it for you, hen,

just to be on the safe side.

Thanks for the book.

I've read it all the way through now twice.

I took it into school.

I know you won't mind.

My teacher put it on the nature table.

Miss Mackenzie gave me a gold star.

I've got eight now. Catriona's got 20.

Ricky's only got one, and it's not even gold.

Guess what.

I got into the football team.

Well, the reserves. I'm playing on Saturday.

And guess what else.

I got one wrong in geography this week.

Ma and I had a bit of a shock last week.

My da - my real da - he's been sick.

I think he's been sick for a long time.

Ma never said anything.

But I just knew.

And last week, he died.

I think ma's very sad, inside.

But Marie says time's a great healer,

and Ma's not to worry any more,

cos she's still got me.

Anyway, I've got to go now. My tea's ready.

I hope it's not chips.

I've had them three times this week.

Maybe you'll come and see us one more time.

Maybe next time your ship docks.

Your friend, Frankie.

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