Down Terrace Page #8

Where's Eric?

I haven't seen him

in a few days.

Eric's in Spain.

What? Now?

- Yeah, he's got troubles of his own.

- Oh, great.

All hands to the pump and I'm the only

one left to do the donkey work.

Yeah, well, people

are unreliable.

- What?

- He's gone down there

I think to--

to buy a bar.

I think he's gonna

start a club

- called Los Foxos.

- No!

( both laughing )

El Foxo!

- That's nice.

- Yeah.

- Bingo.

- A bit of bingo.

I can see Eric leading the conga,

up at the front.

Yeah. I think he must

have caught a whiff of a seorita.

You know what I mean?

Got straight to the airport and disappeared.

Sounds like

a retard's dream.

Well, that's about

the size of it.

F***ing hell, he's not--

- El Foxo's-- that's brilliant.

- Yeah.

( folk music playing )

We'll rant

and we'll roar

Like true

British sailors

Range and roam

All on the salt sea

Until we strike

soundings

In the channel

of old England

From Ushant to Scilly

Is 35 leagues

We sailed past Beachy

Past Fairlight and Dover

And then we bore up

For the South Foreland

light...

All together now, boys.

We'll rant

and we'll roar

Like true

British sailors

Range and roam

All on the salt sea

Until we strike

soundings

In the channel

of old England

From Ushant to Scilly

Is 35 leagues.

Bill:

Oh, come on, Maggie.

Sweetheart, come back

to the party.

Come on.

Come on.

( sniffles )

I can't, Bill.

It's too much, Bill.

- Come on.

- ( sobbing )

Oh God.

( song ends )

( coughing )

( folk music playing )

( coughing )

Are you leaving

for the country?

You say the city

brings you down

Leave the iron clown

behind

And feel the circus

moving on

Are you leaving

for the country?

I know a little

country town

Where dogs are sleeping

in the cold

And the flagpole's

falling down.

( humming )

I knew I couldn't last.

You're as strong

as an ox, Dave.

No... I'm done.

You got any last words?

Any thoughts?

- I'm tired.

- Yeah, you have a sleep, mate.

I'm sure you'll

pull through.

Yeah, maybe.

- The doctors said--

- Oh, Dave...

don't listen to what

the doctors say, mate.

What do they know?

What is it, mate?

Bill's a liability, Karl.

Yeah?

It's all over for him.

It's just a matter

of time now.

What makes you say that?

I hear things.

What, on Ceefax?

You say goodbye to him

for me, will you?

Yeah.

- I always liked your dad.

- ( laughs )

That makes one of us, Dave.

Eric's been found.

- Where is he?

- He's dead, Karl.

No.

- I'm sorry, mate.

- He's in Spain, mate.

- He was a police informer, Karl.

- Bullshit.

That's bullshit.

That's-- that's bullshit.

Eric, Garvey,

your old man--

they all talk to plod.

How else do you think

your court case got squashed?

No.

Look at the f***ing

state of me.

Why would I lie?

Huh?

Why would I lie?

You'd better

f***ing die, Dave.

Oh.

Berman's dead.

To Dave Berman having

a drink in heaven.

- ( glasses clink )

- Dave.

Dave.

Had a good run,

though, didn't he?

He's left us right in it

though really, didn't he?

I mean,

it's a bit selfish.

I mean, would a bit

of exercise have hurt?

His poor wife.

( tsking )

Yeah, the old ones

all drop away.

It suddenly feels like

the end of the world.

You're just tired.

It's all a bit

f***ing tiring.

You know, I liked it best

when it was just you and me.

( both grunting )

- ( thudding )

- ( grunting, groaning )

( groaning, coughing )

( wheezing )

( squishing )

( labored breathing )

( breathing stops )

Oh, Christ.

You see?

And you want

to leave this house?

It's not safe for you

out there on your own.

( heaving )

- Who did this to you?

- One of yours, was he?

- What you are talking about?

- Well, it feels like your style.

And you call me sloppy.

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- Come off it.

Own up to it. Own it!

F***ing own it!

- Look what you f***ing did to me.

- The situation's--

Look what you

f***ing did to me.

It's got nothing to do with me.

It's probably London.

That's bullshit and you f***ing know it,

you f***ing liar!

It could be a local faction

making a move.

How the f***ing hell

do I know?

I mean, I don't run

this town, man.

- It's like juggling oil now.

- You said it was all under control.

You f***ing told me

it was all under control.

That's an

arrogant illusion.

It f***ing is

an arrogant illusion,

and you're the f***ing

arrogant one, you prick.

- Look, all--

- F***ing leave me alone, Dad.

I'm serious. Get out of my

f***ing business.

I'm f***ing serious.

I don't wanna hear

another f***ing word from you.

- I'll f***ing knock you out.

- Yeah?

Well, all I know is,

all right,

one, investigations;

two, that f***ing woman

turns up;

three, a trusted associate

goes missing...

Stand f***ing back, man.

I'll put these glasses in your f***ing face.

I'm not kidding.

Yeah?

And four,

a representative

of London comes down;

and five,

you get attacked.

I mean, those are

the facts, right?

Saying them in a row

doesn't connect them.

It's got nothing

to do with me.

Where's Eric?

- Do you even know if it's your kid?

- It is!

What the f***?

Where is Eric?

Look, I'll be absolutely honest

with you, Karl.

She has to go.

- What are you talking about?

- It's her-- Valda.

- Before the baby's born.

- What?

You'll be too attached

to her by then.

Are you out of your

f***ing mind, Dad?

- We're getting married.

- Well, that's off.

No, we're getting married, Dad.

We're having a kid.

We're-- we're getting married

and we're having a kid.

- Trust me, son, you're too weak.

- I'm not weak.

- Look--

- I'm not f***ing weak.

You've grown up privileged

and spoiled and soft,

and now you're unconcerned

about other people's needs.

What the f***

are you talking about?

I do everything

for you, Dad.

I do everything for you. I make

your f***ing tea, your f***ing breakfast.

I make your f***ing dinner

half the time.

I run your errands

all over town.

What more do you

want from me?

Come on, seriously.

- She's unbalanced your mind.

- F***ing hell.

She's driven you crazy

and you're not making any sense.

One more word from you

about her, Dad...

Just keep your beak out,

all right?

You want your mother and I

to go to prison?

- You want us to be murdered in our beds?

- No!

Look, listen to me.

She's got to go.

She's the rogue element.

You could have had the breakfast room

decorated by now.

Who are you siding with?

Your blood or some stranger you rocked up?

She's not just rocked up.

I've been going out

with her for a year.

She's carrying my child.

What f***ing qualifications

does she need, Dad?

Oh, I see. You're thinking,

"Wait till the old ones

pop their clogs

and then get the house."

- Is that it?

- I don't want your f***ing house!

I'd rather give it to a cats' home

than to you and that f***ing slag.

I don't want

your f***ing house.

You'd betray your family

just to bring up

another man's bastard?

Don't talk to me

about betrayal.

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