Down Terrace Page #7

observations today.

What did you want to be

when you grew up?

Nothing.

How much

do you love me?

Rah!

Eric:

Oi, Pringle.

- You all right, mate?

- How you doing?

- I've got a little job for you.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah. You up for it?

- Yeah, nice.

Come on, mate.

Come on, jump in.

It's lovely here, isn't it?

- Stinks of sh*t, mate.

- Yeah.

But I like those

fresh country smells.

- You know what I mean?

- So what's this all about?

Just gotta see a geezer over here.

Don't worry about it.

- Whereabouts?

- Just over here.

- By this caravan?

- No no, just by the side of the caravan.

Nothing to worry about.

Don't worry.

( laughs )

Aw, come on, man.

What about my son?

Oh, don't f***ing cry,

mate. Oi!

Oh, for f***'s sake, where do you think

you're going?

( dog barking )

Twat.

Ma, I'm gonna move out.

I thought Valda

was gonna move in here.

Val wants our own space.

I think she's right.

Well, you'll need help with the baby.

I mean, she looks frail.

I'm having a kid.

I can't go to prison.

Nobody's going to prison

and you're going to do as you're told.

I don't want to do

any of this anymore.

I just want to be a...

I just want to be

a normal dad.

- Mrs. Pringle?

- Yeah?

I'm a friend

of your son's.

Eric, yeah?

You remember me?

- Is he all right?

- Yeah, he's fine, yeah.

You been shopping?

You bought anything nice?

Oh, just a few bits

for the kids, you know.

- Trying to cut back a bit these days.

- Yeah, times is tight.

- We've all got too much anyway, haven't we?

- That is true.

I can't believe how much he looks

like his old dad.

Yeah, poor little thing, eh?

( laughing )

What time is this bus

coming then?

- ( screams )

- ( tires screeching )

And the fat man?

Oh, he's really sh*t the

bed on this one, mate.

Looked all over for him--

high and low, here and there.

- Yeah?

- Pie shop.

- He's gone.

- Yeah, I thought so. I had a feeling.

- Bill:
You want a whiskey?

- Yeah, lovely.

What's going on, you know,

with the business and--

and the club?

Well, looks like I'm gonna need

a new manager, doesn't it?

Yeah, I've been having

a little think about that.

- Cheers.

- Yeah?

Yeah, just, you know,

about who to put in there.

- Yeah.

- And then I thought,

I ran Foxy's, didn't I?

- For 10 years down in Eastbourne.

- Oh, yeah.

We did a great job down there, mate.

Great job.

Yeah yeah yeah yeah.

- That was a long time ago, Eric.

- I mean me and Karl--

- it would keep us busy.

- Karl's a very busy boy.

Yeah. No, he's probably too busy,

but I've still got time.

I could help out

down there.

I thought it'd, like,

dovetail with the business.

Yeah. Well, I mean,

obviously I understand

where you're coming from,

but I'll leave it with you.

Have a little think

about it, mate.

I'll tell you what,

I'll think about it.

Yeah yeah, nice nice.

Okay. So what?

I'll call you later maybe,

have a chat?

I mean, it's a good idea--

a good idea, Bill,

because I feel that

the club could be--

I've got some ideas

for the club,

strategic ideas.

( blues music playing )

Running a club.

( scoffs )

- Helen.

- Where is he?

- Bill?

- My husband!

How should I know?

I'm cooking.

- I just want his body!

- Shh, keep it down.

- Whatever's left!

- Keep it down, keep it down.

I don't want him lying

out there in a ditch!

- Keep it-- keep it--

- I won't keep it down!

Getting eaten up by--

by things and foxes, you f***.

Look, you're under

a lot of stress, Helen.

I understand it, but it's totally

out of order.

You cold b*tch.

You're just like your father.

- Get out of here.

- You'll end up just like him.

( shouting, banging )

Unacceptable, Bill.

I told you when we started this--

no drama.

She's a prime candidate

for shock treatment.

- Nobody is gonna listen to her ravings.

- Not listen?

I am surprised they didn't hear that

in f***ing Kent.

Why'd she start talking

about my dad?

Why'd she have to say that?

Karl:
Oh, Jonny.

How you doing, buddy?

( chattering )

- Jonny.

- Good journey, yeah?

Not really, no.

Well, what brings you

all the way down from London, Jon?

I told Jacob I didn't

want to come down, Bill.

Well, why didn't

he come down himself?

Jacob's a little, uh,

disappointed in you, Bill.

A general vibe

of confusion

and carnage coming

from your end.

There's been a few ructions,

but it's evening out.

Is it?

Because it doesn't

feel that way.

It feels like it's spiraling

into chaos, Bill.

You and your idiot son

in and out of court,

police sniffing around

everything,

known associates

doing moonlight flits.

It's the last thing

we f***ing need, Bill.

- Well, agree with me at least!

- All right, I agree.

I don't think you even know

what problems you have, Bill.

- Will you tell me then?

- I'm not here to explain things, Bill.

I'm here symbolically, yeah?

As a reminder that we're all

in this together, yeah?

- Yeah.

- Some straight thinking is called for, Bill.

- You've let things slip away.

- But I mean, look,

give this to Jacob and tell him

we're not falling behind.

This, Bill--

this is money, yeah?

You know there's more

to this than money.

- Sorted, Jonny?

- Sorted, Maggie.

Make sure he doesn't

get too excited, eh?

Yeah, I'm watching him,

Jonny.

I know you can see

the bigger picture, yeah?

Yeah.

This house, eh--

- a lot of nice memories.

- Oh, yeah.

I don't want anything

to mess with that.

Well, it's only work, eh?

Nobody's gonna

mess it up, Jonny.

You poor injured fair one,

your pardon I crave

How soon must I follow you

down to the grave?

There's none but you,

fair one

To see that sad sight

And by her distraction

he died the same night.

Maggie...

I'm not right.

I'm...

I'm having a stroke, Mags.

Call an ambulance.

- ( coughing )

- I've poisoned you, Eric.

What?

What with?

What have you done?

You informed

on my husband and my kid

and then

you killed Garvey.

It's causing all kinds

of complications.

( coughing )

It's not true.

Maggie, it's not.

I swear.

You always

was a wriggler,

even when you were a kid.

( gagging )

It's not true.

It wasn't me.

If you weren't family,

I wouldn't have anything to do with you.

I mean, look at

this bloody mess.

All I ever do is clear up

after bloody men.

Are you listening, Eric?

Christ.

Oh, well.

Bill:
I mean, he could be

all right, your brother.

- We had some great laughs.

- Maggie:
Did we?

Yeah. It's a rotten thing

to have happened,

but tough decisions

have to be made.

It's not the decisions

that are tough, Bill.

It's the actions.

Well, a general

can't regret decisions

made in the heat of battle.

When all is said and done,

we will believe we were right.

It's important to have the right intentions,

no matter the outcome.

- Do you want to make some tea?

- Yeah.

I'm the man that rolls

When icicles is hangin'

on the tree

I'm the man that rolls

When icicles is hangin'

on the tree.

For f***'s sake,

stop doing that!

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