Down Terrace Page #3

Where's all this

come from, Karl?

Just...

When were you

gonna tell me?

I'm telling you now.

My dad's downstairs.

My mom is downstairs.

He's f***ing loving it.

I'm never-- I'm never gonna

hear the end of this. This is...

I don't think your dad

is the biggest problem here.

Oh, come off it.

( sighs )

Just give me a second.

This is quite a number.

This...

I must be going

through a bad phase.

Maybe a baby's the thing

to pull me out of it.

I don't know.

Who f***ing knows?

Or this kid's

gonna make it...

this kid's gonna

make it worse.

How does he know this one?

I get confused.

- They was pen pals last time he was in prison.

- ( scoffs )

How do you go to prison

for assault

when you're the one

that's assaulted?

Well, you know,

it was that

unreasonable force thing.

That other lad's

still not right.

- He's not ready.

- What's that, Granddad?

Granddad to a bastard.

- Is there a word for that?

- C*nt.

Those letters you wrote me in prison

were really nice.

Good.

I've got some...

I've got some

just here.

- You can do a live reading.

- ( laughs ) Okay.

They were just here.

- Doesn't matter.

- F***.

They were just

f***ing here.

- It's okay. It doesn't matter.

- It's-- it's not okay.

Somebody's moved them.

Where the f*** are they?

They were just f***ing here.

Oh, for f***'s sake!

- F***!

- There's some letters down here.

They might be down here.

They're not down--

they were f***ing here, man!

- It's okay.

- It's not okay, it's f***ed!

It's f***ing typical.

It's f***ing f***ed right up.

Mom!

Mom--

Mom! Mom!

Mom, have you seen

those letters?

- Calm down. It's okay.

- It's not okay!

Oh, there they are.

I never knew you liked

reading so much.

This is all just sh*t

we sell on eBay.

Oh, I see.

Do you like Hitler?

A rare book

about him here.

That's Hitler's dog,

Blondie,

the Alsatian.

Got poisoned.

Not really his fault,

but there you go.

That's war.

- Oh, to you, son.

- Cheers, Dad.

I was thinking it's gonna be really nice

out there when you paint that room.

Yeah, it'll be lovely.

Come on, baby.

And maybe while

you're doing it,

you could think about

doing in here.

Yeah, no, absolutely.

Yeah, sure.

- Would you like a whiskey, Valda?

- I'm pregnant.

Thanks anyway, Bill.

Oh well, I suppose

it's about time

we did pair off, isn't it?

- How old are you now?

- 27.

- Ah. And how old are you now, Karl?

- 34.

- Come on.

- Anyway, see you later.

Yeah.

Valda:

Bye, sweetie.

So-- bye.

The trap slams shut.

How do you know

it's your kid?

F***ing hell, Dad.

You don't wanna find

yourself bringing up

some other bloke's bastard.

Oh, f...

It's so typical.

Why do you have to be

so f***ing negative?

- You are my f***ing son.

- No, f*** you!

- You're lazy. You're a f***ing bastard.

- F*** you!

Bill:
You don't know who the f*** she is

or where she's come from.

I went out with her for a year, Dad!

I know who she is.

- What else might she be keeping from us?

- That's f***ing bullshit.

This is a critical period

at the moment.

I won't let you f*** it up

with this baby bullshit.

What the f*** has it

got to do with you anyway?

Tell her to get rid of it.

- Oh!

- Bill, it's too late for that.

- You've upset your mother now.

- Maggie:
Get in here.

You poor injured fair one

Your pardon I crave

How soon must

I follow you

Down to the grave?

There is none but you,

fair one

To see that sad sight

And by her distraction

He died the same night.

Well, what's your

intuition about it?

Well, you know,

I'm not really involved

in that anymore--

sort of thing, Bill.

I'm kept pretty busy

at the club, you know.

I've got kids and that.

And to be honest with you,

I don't feel as comfortable with it physically

as when I was a bit younger.

You're getting fat. You don't

need to make excuses, mate.

- All right, yeah.

- You know?

You and my dad used to be proper terrors,

didn't you, back in the day?

Your dad was one

of my best mates.

In fact, he was

my closest friend.

Yeah. I mean, your dad was--

I would say your dad

was the smartest

and the funniest man in town.

He was the one to beat.

- I miss him quite a lot.

- We all miss him.

What happened to your old man

was-- was terrible.

I never got over it really.

I'm still sick inside about that.

You know I think he was murdered,

don't you?

- Really?

- Yeah.

- I thought it was just a fire.

- Well, yeah.

I sometimes think

I should avenge his death.

That's what I'm supposed

to do as the son.

But is that bad that

I just don't want to?

Well, it's all

changed now, isn't it?

There are no fathers left,

or hardly any fathers.

All these f***ing slags

living off the state like f***ing parasites,

leaving all the men

in f***ing rooms.

- So where are the fathers to avenge?

- Yeah.

It's all gone, mate.

You know what I mean?

Yeah, I know what you mean.

But still...

- No, you're doing all right, you know?

- Yeah.

I mean, you were lucky

because you had a dad

that was, you know--

it was okay.

I had him

for a bit, yeah.

I mean, my f***ing old man--

he died in his bed

and let me find him naked

and dead when I was 13.

Bloody hell.

That's terrible, Bill.

I'm still sick inside.

Never got over that.

- What a bastard.

- Yeah.

That's what dads do--

they die.

- You know?

- Yeah.

Well, anyway, I'll keep my ear out

about what happened.

Lots of people come

through the club.

Someone might

say something.

Well, if you hear

anything, mate,

just let Karl know...

- Of course, yeah.

- ...and I'll hear it.

- You're all right, son. You're all right.

- Cheers, Bill.

- Cheers.

- Yeah, no worries.

Cheers, Bill.

- Cheers, mate.

- Thanks a lot.

Cheers.

Garvey.

Garvey?

That's left of field.

I don't like him--

never did.

He's too nice.

It's a weakness.

Being nice

is a weakness?

Don't be sentimental.

Who has the most to gain

by you going to prison?

There's a lot of people

who would gain.

I don't trust him.

Didn't trust his father either,

and we know how that turned out.

Yeah, point taken.

It's him and his wife

and his kids.

The police love to get their claws

into idiots like that.

Oh, Garvey's all right.

Based on what?

Well, you know, my instincts.

Yeah well, that's bullshit.

Karl:
We quite like

the name Enoch

or Norbert.

Norbert?

- It's all right.

- Look--

Unusual--

it's an unusual name.

It's medieval apparently.

- Bill is a good strong name.

- Bill?

Oh yeah, like,

no prejudice. Sure.

I don't know how Valda

would feel about that,

but I'm having a feeling

though that she probably

wouldn't like the idea

very much at all.

- Or Billina for a girl.

- Billina's not even a name.

Check the book. It's not in there.

I guarantee it.

I think you'll find the feminine version

of William is...

- It's Wilhelmina.

- Wilhelmina.

So it could be Billelmina,

or short-- Billina.

How come there's no pictures

of me in this album?

This is 1979. I should be all

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