Hunky Dory Page #6

any f***ing rehearsals.

F***! Just my bastard luck!

F***ing Kenny.

See, I don't think it was him.

I think it was Angus.

You know he's always setting stuff

alight. You know, blowing things up.

- Ah, you can talk.

- True.

Lots of salt and vinegar,

please, Mrs Wong.

A lot more than you'd think acceptable.

See, he's always got that f***ing

lighter on him as well.

- You know what I mean?

- Well, he does smoke.

Are you the f***ers

that dropped my brother in it?

- Oh, f***ing hell, Hoople!

- Let's f***ing have them!

Come back!

- You're f***ing dead!

- Let's f***ing get them!

You f***ing pricks!

Come here!

Come on!

Let's have them!

- F***ing wankers!

- Let's f***ing get them!

Let's have 'em!

- Oi, leave him alone!

- F*** off!

I said f***ing leave him alone!

- Is that right?

- Come on, then!

Oi, leave him alone, you lot!

I'll call the police.

- F*** off, you wanker!

- F***ing wanker!

- Hoople? You all right, or what?

- F***.

It's not the first time,

to be honest with you.

- It's boys, innit?

- Is this him?

No, it's my eldest boy, Davy.

- Everything all right?

- Angus is not at your mother's no more.

Had an argument with her boyfriend

a couple of nights ago.

Run off, hasn't come back.

- Well, where is he now?

- Well, he's gone missing, ain't he.

Again?

Look. F***ing broke them. Jesus Christ.

- Look at 'em.

- Could have broken it.

- You bastard!

- Lewis, don't.

Why him? You're my best mate,

for f***'s sake.

- That's way out of order.

- I knew he'd act like this.

You dumped me. I thought it was 'cause

of your dad. You f***ing used me.

- Why are you so angry, Lewis?

- Because you're my sister. You can't.

- Why not?

- He's in the band, you dozy cow,

- that's why not.

- Shut up, Hoople.

- So?

- You just don't get it, do you?

Look, mate, there's some things

you just don't do.

Piss off, Hoople. Just piss off!

All right, then. I will.

Swig?

Thanks.

Talked to your mother.

She said Angus has been spotted

hanging round the arcades

down by the fair in Porthcawl.

Well, that's a relief, innit?

- How come?

- Well...

...means it couldn't have been him

that started that fire, doesn't it?

I mean, if he was in Porthcawl

last night...

He's probably gone

round Nan's by now.

I'll go round in the morning.

Shame about the show, huh?

You worked hard for that, son.

So, what are you gonna do, Miss Mae?

We used to put on these little concerts

in our back garden.

Directed by me, of course.

Starring me, obviously.

Accompanied by Rhys on his plastic

Woolworth Beatles guitar.

God, I wish I'd had

a bossy sister like you.

So, what are you gonna do?

He always encouraged me, my dad.

That's the thing.

"Don't let the bastards grind you down."

Oh, that was his favourite quote,

even when he was ill.

- Karl Marx?

- Yeah, well, it's...

...actually got a lot more impact

in the original German.

Right, I think I spotted some sherry

in the kitchen. From Christmas.

- Really?

- Technically it's an aperitif, I know.

- Well, it hasn't rained all summer.

- Beg your pardon?

- It hasn't rained all summer.

- Very good.

- Yeah. If it rains, it rains.

- It is called "The Tempest."

Oh, yeah, it is called "The Tempest,"

Headmaster, very funny, yeah.

Yes, good idea.

I think Shakespeare would approve.

Out there in nature, under the stars.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, well, well...

Yes. Yes, Headmaster.

Right, I'll see you later.

Bye-bye.

I've seen so many

of these over the years.

The children never get any older,

do they?

It's just the rest of us.

You know the police

have released Kenneth Loder?

- I didn't know that, no.

- Yeah, lack of evidence, apparently.

So the culprit is still

out there somewhere.

You thought about my proposal, then?

Now, I know you think I'm an old fogy,

but during the war,

when I was in the Services,

we used to put shows on all the time.

Raise morale, that sort of thing.

We had such fun.

And those shows, well, I'd like to

think that they made a difference.

- Shall I take that as a yes, then?

- Extreme times call for

extreme measures,

don't you think, Miss Mae?

Not that there's a war on now,

of course, but, uh, you get my drift?

There's always a war on, Headmaster.

What about Miss Valentine?

Is she the future?

"O brave new world

that has such people in't."

Kenny, what are you doing here?

Are you all right?

I bet you think it was me an' all,

don't you? Who started the fire.

- No, I don't.

- Well, good. Because it wasn't.

- I'm putting the show back on.

- No.

No way. No way, miss.

Everybody f***ing hates me.

No, everybody hates me.

You don't have to play Caliban.

Just do a couple of lines.

I got another part for you.

Come on, let's show 'em.

A devil, a born devil.

On whose nature Nurture can never stick.

On whom my pains humanely taken, all...

All lost, quite lost.

And as with age, his body uglier grows,

so his mind canker.

I will plague them all, even to roaring.

Even to roaring!

Roaring!

Most sure, 'tis the goddess

on whom the music attends.

Most sure, 'tis the goddess

on whom the music attends.

O you wonder!

Tell me if you be maid or no.

O you wonder!

Tell me if you be maid or no.

Davy? I'm off to work now.

Good luck for tonight.

No wonder, sir, but certainly a maid.

Yeah, that sounds nice.

More work. Let me remind you

of what you promised me

which has not yet been performed.

My liberty.

- Go on.

- Be not a feared,

the isle is full of noises,

sounds and sweet airs

that give delight and hurt not.

Need a hand?

I said I'm sorry, Lew.

F***'s sake, Lewis.

One last gig?

It's a god-awful small affair

To the girl with the mousy hair

But her mummy is yelling, "No"

And her daddy has told her to go

But her friend

is nowhere to be seen

Now she walks through

her sunken dream

To the seat with the clearest view

And she's hooked to the silver screen

But the film is a saddening bore

For she's lived it ten times or more

She could spit in the eyes of fools

As they ask her to focus on

Sailors fighting in the dance hall

Oh, man, look at those cavemen go

It's the freakiest show

Take a look at the lawman

Beating up the wrong guy

Oh, man, wonder if he'll ever know

He's in the bestselling show

Is there life on Mars?

Hi, hi, my hearts.

Cheerily, cheerly my hearts.

Take down the topsail.

Tend to the master's whistle.

Blow to thou, blow my wind.

Down with the top mast.

A plague upon this howling!

I've been thinking now

For a long time

How to go

My own separate way

It's a shame to think

About yesterday

It's a shame

A shame

A shame

A shame

Our revels now are ended.

And these, our actors,

as I foretold you,

were all spirits

and are melted into air,

into thin air.

And like this

insubstantial pageant, faded,

leave not a rack behind.

We are such stuff

as dreams are made of,

and our little life

is rounded with a sleep.

Sailin' away on the crest of a wave

It's like magic

Oh, rollin' and ridin'

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